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This is the third of a set of stories about our main character’s experiences with TS escorts. While I’d like for you to read the previous stories (“Lisa, the TS escort” and “Back for seconds”), this story should read fairly well on it’s own. Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy it.

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Tom hung up the phone. It had been an old fraternity buddy who called to let him know about a reunion that was being planned in a few months. It was going to be a weekend event. Nothing fancy. Staying at a hotel that was offering a special rate. Hitting bars, dining out as a group, and some group activities during the day. Tom was definitely up for it. The location was about a 8-hour drive away. Yea, he could fly, but that’d mean a 2-hour drive to the nearest airport, then going through all the hassles of flying, renting a car. And the route went right through the city where he had previously spent time with his favorite, well only transsexual escort, Lisa.

His mind started spinning. Tom was sure his wife wouldn’t want to go. She didn’t like going to bars, and really didn’t know any of these guys that well. Sure, she’d met a few over the years, and all of Tom’s groomsmen were fraternity brothers. Still, she didn’t really click with any of them, with the possible exception of his best friend while in college. That wouldn’t be reason enough for her to endure a long drive. In addition, they had the pets that would need to be boarded if they both went, a significant expense. His wife also frequently babysat the grand-kids.

He didn’t like deceiving her, but in his mind, it wasn’t really cheating if he wasn’t with another genetic female. Besides, the two times before had been amazing, and the memory stayed with him. He frequently thought about the next time he would be able to make it to see her. That had been another 8 months away, but now, it might be sooner.

He talked about it with his wife, and sure enough, she wasn’t very interested in going. He said that it was alright, while his mind was doing cartwheels. Tom was not surprised at all with her decision – she genuinely did not like to drive long distances, and a trip to a hotel in a small city wasn’t worth the effort.

So he started making plans. He’d leave a day early, for the sole purpose of spending an evening with Lisa. It’d take about 5 hours do drive to her location. He’d get a hotel, have his fun, then get up the next day and make the additional 3-hour drive to the reunion. That way he’d arrive without being all funked up from a long drive, and ready to party with the guys.

On Tom’s last visit with her, he had asked her to bring a friend. While that had been a once in a lifetime experience, he did feel that his attentions were spread out a bit between the two. He wanted to be with just Lisa this time. He did a quick check to Lisa’s website to make sure she was still there, and that she hadn’t made and posted any travel plans for that weekend. Sure enough, she appeared to be available. He fired off a quick e-mail to her from his anonymous e-mail account.

“Hey Lisa, this is Tom. I’ve seen you a couple of times before. I’ll be in your area on a trip on Thursday, August 14th. I’d sure love to see you. Do you think you’ll be in town and available? I hope so.”

By now, he had learned not to expect an immediate response. How people could not check their emails every day was hard for him to understand, but he knew her habits. A couple of days later, she did respond.

“Hi Love. I think I remember you. I will be here. Please let me know when it gets closer. Thank you, Lisa.”

‘Yahoo!’ Tom thought. Another check of her website showed that her in-call location was the same. So he made a reservation at a hotel he knew was very close to that location. Walking distance in fact.

That night, he had a great masturbation experience. As usual, he was watching transsexual porn videos. And he had something new. Ever since his last encounter with Lisa, he became curious about anal play and prostate stimulation. He wasn’t ready to be a bottom. It didn’t appeal to him. But fingering Lisa and fucking her in the ass made him think about what she was feeling. She and many other people obviously enjoyed it. This led to him purchasing a prostate massager toy to investigate what the feelings were. He was using that, and his orgasm was mind blowing. It was going to be a super trip.

The Sunday before he was going to leave, he sent Lisa another email to remind her of his plans, and to double check she would be available.

“Lisa, this is Tom. I emailed you a while ago and have seen you a couple times in the past. I wanted to let you know that I’ll be in town this Thursday, the 14th. I’d love to see you for a couple of hours that evening, possibly starting around 7 pm. Will that be OK with you? I hope so. Let me know.”

The next morning, Lisa had replied.

“Love, I am available then. Give me a call that day to set everything up. See you then ;)”

Wednesday night Tom was packing things up. sex hikayeleri He had already packed away things he thought he’d need for his “date.” Condoms and breath mints for example. But at the last minute he had another thought. He went to his office and retrieved his prostate massager toy. He cleansed it once again, although he did so after every use. He made sure the batteries were charged up, then packed it away. It might be interesting to bring it along. He wondered how Lisa would react.

The 5-hour drive was uneventful, although it did seem longer than usual. As he got closer to the city, he felt his nervousness increase. Maybe it wasn’t really nervousness. More like anticipation with a little anxiety mixed in. He checked into the hotel about two o’clock in the afternoon. After getting to his room, he called Lisa. After a few rings, she answered with a soft, feminine voice.

“Hello?”

“Hi Lisa, this is Tom. I’ve been e-mailing you.”

“Hi Love. Are we still on for tonight?”

“That’s why I’m calling. I wanted to confirm that I’ll be there about seven. Is that still good?”

“Yes, Love. I’ll be at my in-call location by then.”

“Lisa, I’d like to spend a couple of hours with you this time, is that OK?”

“Sure. That sounds great” she replied.

“Is the donation amount on your website correct for two hours?”

“Yes, Love. It’s four hundred.”

“Good. And your in-call location – I checked your website – is it still the same location?”

“Yes, dear. Same as last time.”

He was a little flattered that she had recalled they had met up before. “I assume you’d like some wine again?” he asked.

“Sure, Love. Give me a call when you’re at the market.”

“OK. One more thing. I loved the stockings you wore last time, so if I have options, I’d like that. I’ll give you a call around seven. Looking forward to seeing you.”

“Bye, Love.” She hung up.

Tom looked at the clock. He had about four hours before he’d have to leave for the short walk to the market. As was his routine, he retrieved a bottle of bourbon from his suitcase and poured a glass. He tried to calm down. He was surprised at how even just talking to her made him woozy. Giddy like a school girl. He sat down and sipped the bourbon. After finishing it, he shaved, then took a long, hot shower, being sure to clean all his intimate areas. He brushed his teeth good, and used the hotel mouthwash afterwards. Tom put on a limited amount of cologne, then sat down again for another short pour of bourbon.

By the time it was gone, it was time to head out. Tom gathered what he needed. The condoms, mints, and sex toy. He put them in a small bag he brought with him. He placed the donation in a hotel envelope, then double checked to make sure he had everything.

He walked to the market, went inside and purchased the same bottle of red wine he had bought before. ‘Why change what works?’ he thought. He stepped outside, and pulled his phone from his pocket. It read 6:56. He sat down on a bench and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. ‘Why am I so nervous?’ he thought to himself. ‘This is my third time. I know how it’s going to go.’ He tried to reason things out, but only came to the conclusion that it had been so spectacular in the past, he was afraid of things not turning out the same.

He looked at his phone again. It was time to call. After a single ring, Lisa answered.

“Hello Love, are you at the market.”

“Yes, Lisa. I’m ready to head your way.”

“OK dear, walk to the apartments, turn in front of the first building, and walk in the entrance at the middle.”

He stayed on the phone while he walked to the door, updating her with his progress. He walked inside and found the elevators. “I’m in front of the elevators.”

“OK, I’m on the third floor.”

He got in and pushed the button for the third floor. “I’m headed up” he told her.

When the door opened on the third floor, he told he had arrived.

“OK. I’m in apartment 342.”

He remembered it was the same as before. He walked down the hallway and found the door to the apartment. As last time, the door opened before he could say anything on the phone or knock. He turned his phone off and walked in.

“Hi Lisa, you’re as beautiful as ever.”

She smiled, and embrace him. They immediately started kissing. Soft superficial kisses at first, then she began to French kiss him. ‘Damn, she was talented at that,’ he thought. He broke away, handed the wine towards her saying “Here’s the wine.”

She took it, grabbed an opener and two glasses from the counter, and said “Follow me.”

He watched her walk in front of him. She had long legs. Legs that didn’t want to quit. She had worn the long stockings and they were spectacular. Her has was firm and round. Perfect. He was already getting a partial erection.

When he got to the bedroom, he checked things out. It was pretty much the same as last time. A queen bed in the porno hikayeleri middle. A night stand. And the same old lava lamp that obviously had been turned on just recently. It’s red “lava” was still thickly clumped together, and it cast the same red glow across the room. A dresser was on the other side of the bed, with the same small television playing a porn video. The volume was very low. He took the time to see what was playing – it was a blonde giving a guy a blow job.

Lisa made her way across the room to the dresser, and began to uncork the wine. He followed her and laid the envelope on top of the dresser. With his other hand, he put the small bag on the dresser as well. He watched as she gazed at the bag with curiosity. “Don’t worry, it’s something good” he said to dismiss any concerns she might have. Lisa smiled and picked up the bottle of wine. She poured to glasses of wine and handed one to Tom.

“I remember you” she said. “You’re nice to me.”

“You deserve it. You’ve been very nice to me.” Tom replied. He leaned toward her and placed his free hand around her waist. He kissed her again, slipping his tongue gently into her. She responded, and their tongues danced for a minute.

He broke away, and took another swig of wine. He noticed that by now his glass was almost empty compared to her nearly full glass. Lisa noticed as well, picked up the bottle, and poured him some more.

Tom decided to take a little time. He sat down on the bed, and motioned for her to sit beside him. When she did, he caressed her face and neck with his free hand. “You are very beautiful. And sexy.” Before she could react or respond, he leaned in for another kiss.

“Thanks, Love,” she replied after the kiss ended. “I like being with you.”

Tom knew that this might just be her catering to his desires, making him feel great. It was her job after all. But he hoped that there was some genuineness to her statement. He felt they did have some chemistry. He wasn’t stupid. He knew that she was a professional. But he wanted to believe that there was some real connection between them.

He finished off his wine, and stood up to place his glass on the dresser. He reached down to her hand, gently grasped it, and pulled her up. When she was standing, he stepped back to appreciate everything. Her eyes were amazing. Bedroom eyes. Dark and beckoning. Her auburn hair was long and cascaded down the sides of her face. She wore a black bra. Lisa’s breasts were not huge, but comparable to what some may call prepubescent. In his reading of transsexual information on the web, they might be called “hormonal breasts.” That was OK with Tom. He wasn’t a huge fan of large breasts. Not that he would reject someone with double-D’s, but his preference was for something smaller, more natural.

Her stomach was flat and looked soft. She had a pair of black lace panties on. He could see the outline of her already erect cock. That was so hot to him. He wanted to grab it right then and there, but that wasn’t the plan. Not yet.

Then his gaze fell down her legs. Those long graceful legs covered in black stockings. All the way down to a pair of black high heels. She was amazing. 95% woman. And the other 5% was perfect as well.

Tom dropped to his knees, leaned forward, and kissed her cock through the panties. Lisa moaned softly. He traced the outline of her with his fingers. Very gently, up and down the shaft. Then he ran both of his hands down the back of her legs while he again kissed her penis along it’s full length. She smelled great. He couldn’t wait to taste her.

Tom reached up and pulled the top of her panties up, and slowly down. He let them ease back against her when her cock head was free. Then he went to work. He kissed the tip of her magnificent penis and followed that with several flicks of his tongue. He tasted her salty pre-cum from the tip, and concentrate his efforts on the frenulum area just under the tip. He could hear her breathing in and out, and was pleased that he knew he was giving he pleasure. He pulled her panties completely down, and Lisa stepped out of them.

Tom then stopped, stood up, and kissed Lisa again. “Your cock is amazing, and it tastes great” he said.

“That felt wonderful. Why’d you stop?” she replied.

“We’ve got some time. I want to savor our time together.”

“Take your clothes off.” Lisa said.

Tom reached down and undid his belt. He kicked his shoes off, then let his pants drop to the floor. He wasn’t wearing underwear; he felt it would just be a waste of effort. Then he reached down and pulled his shirt over his head. When it was covering his face, he felt Lisa touch him on the sides of his chest. ‘How nice’ he thought. She knew enough to go slow – to not rush to his genitals right away. He yanked the shirt off, and let it fall.

He felt her kiss his nipples. First one, then the other. Then she moved back to the first and gently sucked on it. He was in heaven. It really felt good. He had always seks hikayeleri liked it when his lovers kissed and sucked on his nipples. Then she kissed her way down his stomach to his fully erect cock. She kissed the tipped, then licked up and down the shaft. She gently cupped his balls in her hand at the same time, softly rolling them to and fro.

Then she licked back up to the tip. She flicked her tongue across the top, and like he had done her, tickled his frenulum area with the tip of her tongue. It felt wonderful. The next thing he knew, she had taken him into her mouth. She only mouthed the tip of his dick. Her tongue played and swirled around the tip. She was taking her time. He looked down, and she glanced up at him. The sight nearly put him over the edge.

But coming so soon was not in his plans. Not that he could definitively plan this night’s encounter, but he wanted to wait. He pulled back away. Lisa tried to follow and continue her attentions, but he wanted to be in control.

“Lay down on the bed” Tom said. “On your back.”

Lisa followed his commands. She laid on her back. Tom reached into bag on the dresser and pulled out the prostate massager. She looked wide-eyed at it. “You know what this is?” he asked. She shook her head to say she did. “Is it OK? It’s clean, but if you want, we can put a condom over it.”

“No, Love. We’re good to go.”

“I don’t have any lube. You have some I can borrow?”

She motioned to the night stand. He walked around to it, his cock still at full attention. He knew what was coming and it had him as sexually excited as he had ever been. He opened the night stand drawer, found the lube, and pulled it out. Then he walked back over to where her legs were extending past the edge of the bed. He crawled onto the bed in between her legs, nudging them aside as he advanced towards her ass.

From past experience, he knew that Lisa pre-lubricated. To check, he crouched down and played with her rose bud. She gasped, and then he inserted his middle finger. It went in easily, and he knew she had taken care of things. He pulled his finger out, then squeezed a bit of lube on the business end of the massager. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“Yes, put it in Love” she replied. It was almost as if she were begging.

Tom pressed the massager against her anus and applied a slight pressure. At first, it didn’t go in, but with a bit more pressure, it slipped in. He advanced it to the hilt, hoping the tip was in the correct position. He looked at Lisa’s face, and asked “Are you ready?”

She said nothing, only nodded her head.

Tom pushed the button to start the action of the massager. Slow at first. Almost immediately, Lisa let go a deep moan. He thought she was really enjoying the sensations. Her eyes were closed and she was moving both of her hands back and forth across her abdomen. Tom’s gaze lowered to her erect cock. He couldn’t wait any more.

He lowered his mouth to her genital region. Not wanting to ‘go for the gold’ just yet, he kissed just above the base of her cock, then bypassed her cock and kissed her inner upper thighs. She still smelled great. As her hand continued to move, she slowly began to gyrate her hips side to side and slightly back and forth. He watched her dick bob slightly up and down with the movements.

It was time. Tom began to kiss the tip of her cock. He flicked his tongue across it, but didn’t yet take her into his mouth. He wanted to tease her a bit. Softly, he asked “Do you want me to increase the massaging motion?”

Lisa let out a guttural sound, somewhat like a low “mmmm” that wasn’t really committal, but she was slightly nodding. Tom reached down and increased the motion of the massager. Lisa almost immediately let out a moan, louder than the ones before. He knew she was enjoying it. It was time to push things to the next level. He lowered himself to her hard dick, and took the tip in his mouth. With his right hand, he slowly stroked her shaft up and down. His left hand reached down to the massager, and pressed it so that it would be pressed more firmly against her prostate.

After tickling her sensitive areas with his tongue, he slowly descended down her shaft. He went all the way down, feeling the head of her cock slide past the back of his mouth into his throat. He almost gagged. He pulled back a bit, then took a good breath. Then he went back down all the way, letting the tip of her dick slide into the top part of his throat. Trying the best to suppress his gag reflex, he did some quick up and down motions, and swallowed against her cock. By this time Lisa was moaning loudly.

Tom continued his blow job and deep throat activity. He was only guided by what he thought he would like to feel, but judging by her reactions, he was on the right track. He occasionally nudged the massager with his left hand, each time eliciting more vocalization from Lisa. He had given up using his right hand on her cock, instead using it to gently caress her scrotum. He only now realized that her balls were a bit on the small size, contained in a hairless, yet beautiful scrotum. He was tempted to let go of her cock and suck her balls, but he was on a mission. A mission to have her erupt sending her sweet semen into his mouth.

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First Master – Breaking in the Bed

The house was enormous! Everything about it was big; big rooms, big screen big tubs… big bed… There was an indoor pool, a dining hall, and a room which her Master called the “love room”. The room was lit dimly and was covered in Persian-looking cushions.

She was instructed to stay in the bedroom while the staff was on duty, and those that came in to clean the room knew of her. They were also there to tend to her every need.

They had taken a bath together, but to her relief, it was without incident. Apparently, he had limits as to how much of her he wanted.

“I’m going to go out for a while,” he told her as he climbed out of the tub. “I’ll be back tonight. Remember what I told you on the ride home. And make sure you’re thoroughly clean at all times, especially your ass.

“You may use the television in the bedroom. I have an extensive DVD collection you can use. Just don’t scratch any of them.” With that, he dried off, got dressed and left.

She got out and dried herself before checking the TV. 300+ channels on the digital satellite, and not a thing was on. After about an hour of surfing the channels, she decided to check out his DVD’s.

There really was an extensive collection. One stack had over a hundred different movies, mostly action and sci-fi. She found one that was considered a classic – the one with the two governors. She found the violence repulsive and went for another movie about halfway. This one was one of Clint’s many cop movies – something that she managed to tolerate.

About half-way through, one of the maids entered the door with lunch. It was a nice pork chop with a salad on the side. To drink were two small glasses; one had milk, the other one had grape juice.

“Here you go, my dear,” the older woman said with a heavy Russian accent. “It is so good that the boss has someone to play with. I really hope you make him happy!”

After viewing one more movie, she noticed that the sun was almost down. Time for one more movie, she thought to herself. She finished browsing through the first stack and went on to the next stack.

This stack caused her to blush. They were all pornographic in nature! She knew they were dirty, and under normal circumstances she’d move on. But her circumstances weren’t normal, anymore. Curiosity got the better of her and she put it in. This one had all scenes with two girls sharing a guy. The girls sometimes even shared each other.

She felt flushed all over as she watched. Try as she might, she couldn’t look away at the spectacle. At one point, one of the guys took his cock out of one girl’s ass and fed it to the other girl’s mouth. The other girl sucked it eagerly, despite where it had been. Could this be the reason he wanted her to keep her ass clean? She wondered.

As the video went on, she found herself reaching once again for her tiny little breasts. The rubbing and fingering made her flush even more, and her other hand reached for her pussy. She started mimicking what he did to her in that limo. Parting her lips, dipping her fingers in, rubbing her clit; all of this while keeping her eyes on the screen. Almost there…

As if he knew she was about to come, he walked into the room. Her passions sank and panic replaced them, as she quickly sat up and covered herself.

He reacted to her with a hearty chuckle. “Getting in some practice, I see. Good, girl! It makes my job easier, then”

His smile quickly turned into a scowl. “Where is you collar!?”

Nervously her hand reached for her neck and found it was as naked as the rest of her. She quickly got up and bolted for the bathroom and fumbled the collar back on, then stood by the door to the bedroom, not daring to look straight at him.

He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the bed. There, he sat down and threw her over his knee, with her tight little butt sticking in the air.

“You disobeyed me,” he said angrily. “I told you that you may Bahis Sitesi only take the collar off when bathing. Now you get punished. I’m going to give you a good spanking, and I want you to count out how many whacks I give you. Understand?”

She just laid there across his lap. Her head was moving around looking for and escape. She tried to struggle out but he held her firm.

He grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head a bit. “Understand?!” he barked at her.

“Yes, Master!” she cried out.

He gave her cheeks a little rub. “Here we go. Remember to start counting or I start over.”

He raised his hand and it came down with a resounding whack on her ass! She yelped in pain, but failed to start counting.

“I suggest you start counting, or it won’t stop,” he warned her. His hand came down again.

WHACK!!! “One…” she said shakily. His hands stung against her sensitive rump, and each strike hurt more than the last.

WHACK!!! “Two!” Tears started welling up in her eyes. Why did she have to suffer this humiliation?

WHACK!!! “Three!” She started fighting the sobs that threatened to come up. She just wanted this to end.

WHACK!!! “Four!” The tears started streaming down her face, the sobs could no longer be held.

WHACK!!! “Five!” She started crying in earnest, now. She was his toy, and there was nothing she could do about it.

He took her back in his arms and gently caressed her red bottom. “There there,” he whispered. “It’s all over, now. Just make sure you put your collar back on after you bathe, and this will never happen again.”

He placed her on the bed and lied down next to her. “Remember what I told you what I was going to do to during the ride home? Well, as part of your punishment, the kissing and licking part is cancelled.”

He got up and went to the DVD collection and replaced the disc. Then, he went to the bathroom and came out a couple of towels. He got back on the bed and shifted her so she could watch the moving putting the towels under her.

“Can’t have you making a mess on the on bed as you orgasm,” he kidded.

She blushed as he gave her neck a quick kiss and started the video. It starred various porn starts. Kitty Carson, Juggalicious, Rita Ruiz… the list went on. The first scene showed Juggalicious in a couple’s scene. Her breasts were enourmous! There was no way those things were natural!

He quickly moved on to the next scene. “Those things just make me sick!” he said. The next scene held to men sharing a woman. “Here we go,” he told her. “Now, show me what you were doing when I came in here.”

He guided her hand to her pussy as she blushed even more. His hand manipulated hers to start her off. After a few minutes she was moving on her own. Her eyes never left the screen.

She didn’t believe she was doing this. She was playing with herself with her master watching. Somehow the thought of someone watching her pleasure herself turned her on even more. She became more into her task.

He got off the bed and started undressing as she continued. When he finished, she looked and saw his cock again, standing tall and proud. It looked more and more desirable each time she saw it.

He lay back down next to her and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth as her passions kept increasing. Feeling his member resting on her thigh raised them even more.

“Keep going,” he instructed her. “You look very beautiful, especially when aroused.” He started playing with her little breasts, laying his palm flat against her nipples. The feeling in her loins threatened to burst.

On the screen, the woman had one man’s cock in her pussy in a sitting position and the other’s in her mouth. .The sight was enough of to take her over the edge. Her breathing grew rapid and heavy as she attacked her clitoris furiously.

When her master lowered his head to suck on her nipples, the feeling burst inside her. She cried out in ecstasy, and her Bahis Siteleri wetness gushed out of her. This time, her hand was removed by him, so there was nothing in the way and the master got to see how it came out. It squirted out a bit, but to his relief, it didn’t go beyond the towel.

“Excellent! Good girl!” he exclaimed, then gave her another kiss.

The scene that was playing ended in messy cumshots and faded into the next one. This one had Rita Ruiz in it. Rita was a Latina who had wonderful looking breasts and a nice round backside which nearly swallowed the thong she was wearing.

The slave felt quite jealous as she was much smaller in those areas. Her master, however, didn’t seem to care. He wanted her just the way she is. She found comfort in that knowledge.

“Get up on your knees, facing the TV,” he commanded her. “Time for your next bit of training.”

Nervously, she did as she was told. She remembered what he told her on the ride here. He was going to take her anally. He was going to take her harder than last time, and it was going to hurt.

“We’ll start by getting you good and ready,” he instructed. He spread her cheeks, revealing the puckered spot in between. “Get your finger in your mouth and get it all nice and wet, then put it in your asshole.”

She reached behind her, inserted her finger as far as it would go, but it could only go as far as the tip. It gave her a very distinct, yet erotic feeling. With her master watching her and herself watching the video in front of her, her aroused feeling came back.

On the video, Rita was taking the man’s cock so far, that she had to be putting it down her throat! There was no end to the shock that would be presented to the poor slave girl! But it served to heighten her arousal even more.

The master took one hand, placed his thumb and forefinger on either side of her inserted finger, and pulled on the skin surrounding her opening. He then took his other hand and pushed her finger further in. He could feel her sphincter trying to push her finger back out.

“Try to make yourself relax,” he instructed her. “I will slide right in if you’re not nervous.”

After about another minute of trying, he got her finger past the first knuckle. A little more work, and it went just above her second knuckle.

“Good girl,” he complimented her. “Now move it around in a circular motion. Stretch yourself out some.”

Aided by his hands, she could feel her opening expand inside her. The stretching sensation was a mixture of pleasure and slight pain. That dark perverted sensation she had on her first night with him started to come back.

His hand started guiding her finger in and out of her. She looked up at the screen and saw Rita now on top, humping the man’s cock madly. The sensation in her ass was getting heavier and she turned away from the sight to concentrate on her task.

To her surprise, her master started licking and drooling on another of her fingers. “Let’s see if you’re ready for a second finger,” he explained to her.

The stretching feeling became more painful as he tried to coax her next finger in. “Ah! It Hurts!” She cried out. “Please stop!”

He reached out and pulled her head up by a handful of hair. “‘Please stop’, what!?”

A new pain leapt into her skull. “Please stop… Master!”

He let go of her hair. “No. Not until you’re good and ready.”

It took quite some doing, but he started to get her finger in with the other one: first the tip, the first knuckle, then stopping at the second. Tears came out of her eyes again, in pain and humiliation. She just wanted this to end…

“Good girl!!” He reassured her. “Now just keep it there, for a moment. Let you get used to the feeling.” She shuddered in pain, hoping she’d be able to take her fingers out, soon. As she laid there in agony, his hands started caressing her bottom cheeks. A couple of minutes later, the perverted feeling rose again, and the Canlı Bahis Sitesi pain started subsiding. She kept panting as her sphincter started getting used to the intrusion and stopped trying to reject it.

Again, he guided her hand into fingerfucking her ass. The feeling was intense. The dark pleasure became even greater. She wanted more. Her fingers started moving on their own. A moan escaped her lips.

“Good girl,” he told her, “you’re almost ready for the next step.”

He let her go for a couple of minutes before easing her fingers out. Her disappointment showed in the way she sighed.

“Don’t worry,” he reassured her. “Things are about to go up a notch.”

In preparation, he dripped a rather large amount of saliva into her now loosened opening. He licked and drooled into her, trying to get her as wet inside as he could. His gentle ministrations coaxed another moan out of her. When he thought there was enough, he got up, and to her surprise, entered her pussy.

She was really beginning to love this sensation. It was the sensation of him wanting her, desiring her. No one had ever wanted her for much of anything, before. Now here she was.

He told her last night that she was beautiful. She was beginning to think she believed him.

She looked up to the video and saw Rita getting pounded, anally. It looked so easy for her and she seemed to enjoy it!

Only after a few strokes did he take his cock out, glistening with her juices. Arousal and disappointment turned to anxiety as he positioned it near her puckered opening.

“Now I want you to relax, just like your fingers,” he instructed. Then, he tried to ease his cock into her.

Anxiety turned to pain and near panic as she was once more intruded by his manhood. It was almost like last time. Almost…

The pain wasn’t quite as bad, this time. It was probably because of the finger work he made her do. Nevertheless, his cock was still thicker than her fingers. It hurt… greatly…

She cried out as the head penetrated her and worked its way further in. He didn’t stop halfway in, this time. This time he worked his shaft all the way to the root. Once there, he stopped for awhile.

“I’ll give you a minute to get used to it,” he told her. “Then the fun begins.” He bent over her and whispered in her ear. “I really love the way your ass feels.”

She felt her self blushing in embarrassment at his words, despite the pain she felt. When he flexed his cock inside, she couldn’t help but give little yelps. In her agony, the perversion in her grew even stronger.

He started moving cock inside of her. Slowly at first, but pulling it out almost to the head, before pushing it back in all the way. It only took a few strokes before the feeling inside of her exploded. It was the most intense thing she ever felt. Her screams resounded around the room in a mixture of anguish and ecstasy. She could feel her wetness running down her inner thighs.

Even after she came down, he didn’t stop, and the feeling started growing again. She never knew she had this inside of her! She didn’t know whether to beg him to stop or keep going. All she could do was cry out over and over again.

He started increasing the pace, stopping occasionally to drool on where they were joined. Orgasm hit her again soon after, with more juices flowing out of her. She lost count of how many times she came, but she was sure the towels would not be enough to keep the bed from being soaked.

Eventually, he came inside of her. His intrusion had mercifully ended. Wearily, she looked up and saw the video had gone to the next scene. She didn’t get much of a looked before he turned her over. He straddled her and inserted his now limp penis into her mouth.

It tasted nasty, but she was too tired to resist and too weary to care. After a short face fuck, he pulled her to him and lay on his back with her on top of him.

“Good job,” he said lazily as he stroked her hair. “From now on, after every time we have sex, I want you clean off my cock with your mouth.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “Go to sleep now, my pretty little slut. You earned it.” She didn’t need him to tell her that. Sleep fell upon her all too soon…

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Basically, this is a true story of love told by my friend Robert and which I have changed only a little as it is already so sexy.

All I had to do was suck her husbands dripping dick and then open her legs and lick out her cum-filled pussy.

I was in state of turmoil.

If I did it, I was accepting the next level in their pornographic world with a video and still photographs clearly showing me in these acts. If I didn’t do as I was instructed brown envelopes with names and addresses of my family and friends would appear and I would be shown the photographs within.

My hesitation provoked that very reaction as John opened an envelope.

“This one is for your college friends,” he declared and held up a photo of me standing in a doorway at the college, my trousers at my knees to show off the ladies underwear that I was wearing. The photo was taken after hours but I often had to attend college wearing Margaret’s panties and stockings and suspenders.

“Here’s one for your sister,” and I looked to see him hold aloft a large size page with four photographs of me on the street outside our garden gate wearing nothing but white suspender belt, stockings and a long white bridal veil.

It had been bad enough for John to catch me and Margaret having sex in the lane behind our houses but to find her in her bridal gown had been too much. He had to punish us and each time got more and more disgusting.

Without further delay I dropped to my knees and took his shrinking prick into my mouth and cleaned it off. Part of his punishment for Margaret was to have her tell me what I had to do, as if it were her idea.

“Make sure you get every drop. Suck him and lick him spotlessly clean and when you are finished my pussy is ready for you to drink down all my husband’s lovely cum.”

As she spoke I heard the sound of a camera shutter and saw her take a couple of shots as I held his dick in my hand and licked and sucked John for a few minutes. Then I dropped to the blanket as Margaret opened her legs and I sank my tongue into her hot love hole. My mouth filled with luke-warm spunk as John took photographs. I just kept licking at her, my mind oblivious to what I was doing and eventually her orgasmic cries filled the woods once more as I brought her to another orgasm and my mouth filled with hot floods of tasty juices.

To finish off I was told to walk back to the car by myself and wait at the roadside for them to return. I was thankful it was a very quiet country road, dressed as I was in a short pink gingham dress with white frilly lace trims and very short bouncy petticoats. As I walked my erection brushed continuously against the petticoats and I felt so sexy as their little maid.

I had to hide two times at the side of the car when others cars went past before Margaret and John appeared. John instructed me to masturbate in front of his camera.

“Go on then you know what else you have do by now,” he bellowed and I quickly lay across the front of his car and told them how much I had enjoyed myself and how I wanted to do more of this as soon as possible.

So, by carrying out their demands I had now created another set of photographs which would be used against me in the near future.

What had started out as harmless fun was becoming more and more serious.

In the beginning when Margaret caught me in one of her mini petticoats she was very nice about it. All I had to do in return for dressing me up in future, was to lick her pussy, something John refused to do at the time. For six weeks she had watched me remove articles of her underwear from the washing line, disappear into the garden shed and then reappear as I made my way into the lane at the back of the houses. She came to notice how much I liked her petticoats, the more layers of sexy material the better. With their liking for the Fifties and Sixties, Margaret had loads of them and watched one night from her top window as I tried on all four, which she had placed on the line without even washing, just to watch my reaction.

There was an age difference of very nearly ten years between us but that didn’t bother us. For two months, every spare moment I had I spent it with Margaret and, with John away on business for most of the week we had some great fun as two girls. We ventured down the lane at the rear of the house, petticoats rustling on some occasions or completely naked on others. At night, with the high hedges of the houses on our left and the high wall of the former factory on our right, we could walk in the shadows until only a few yards from the mesh gate which separated us from the passing public. I adored being naked with her, kissing her as my cock teased against her satin, petticoat filled skirt before burrowing up under to lick her off as she leaned against the wall only yards away from the passing public.

We did the same at the front of the house in the cul-de-sac street. With only the two houses in the street, formerly used by managers of the now disused factory, it was fantastic jojobet fun and even more so if my parents were away on business or on holiday.

The area used to be plagued by prostitutes so a barrier had been erected at the entrance to the street to avoid unwanted vehicles at night. It was located just around the bend in the street and so Margaret and I used to daringly walk down the tree-lined avenue to peek around the hedge on the corner and see if any prozzies were around. It was really exciting.

Three weeks after she discovered my secret Margaret and I had intercourse. I had wanted to do it sooner but she wanted my first full sex to be something really special and what could be more special than my birthday.

I arrived at her door just as she asked, wearing the new white suspender belt, shiny stockings and satin panties she had gifted to me earlier when I looked in on my way home from college. I had to undress her of them and then put them on myself, with a lot of help from her, and then keep them on when I was at home having my tea.

“They are especially for you from me with lots of love on your birthday.”

I felt extremely conscious being in front of my parents knowing I was wearing ladies underwear under my clothes but did feel superb when I stripped off in my room. Once showered, I redressed, and then I undressed again in the shed to only my new sexy underwear as I prepared to meet Margaret.

I rang the doorbell and waited, my heart pounding like a drum. Normally I just walked in, either in the panties or petticoat she had left on the line for me, or completely naked if that was what she wanted. I was fully aroused, my panties barely able to contain my erection, the satin adding to the new found pleasure I had come to realise as I slipped my legs into the white nylon stockings. As requested I was standing a few yards back off the door with my back to it. Eventually I heard it opening and then Margaret spoke.

“Happy birthday my darling. As you are my gorgeous lover and a virgin, I thought this was the most appropriate colour for tonight. Turn around and take me to my bedroom and make love to me.”

I swung around hurriedly, anxious to see what she was talking about. She was only a few feet away from me. I had heard movement as she spoke but suddenly I froze at the sight before me – a most stunningly beautiful bride. I was motionless but absorbing the sight before me, a magnificent satin and lace gown which stretched back up the path behind her. An equally long veil, which also shrouded her face and created an element of anonymity as I peered through the mist like fabric to only just recognise Margaret. She held out her hand and I automatically reached out to take it but remained frozen to the spot. Margaret stepped forward, her gown rustled, it rocked on her hips as she moved, and clasped my hand in hers.

“Kiss me sweetheart, tell me you want me,” she said quietly, as if uncertain about my silent reaction.

I could smell drink – she needed lots of courage to do this and approach me as my kinky bride.

“Tell me you want to make love to me and share my bridal gown with me with walks in the lane.”

She was nearly pleading with me to try and provoke some kind of approval. I was merely stunned, stunned at the beauty before me, a gorgeous bride in her magnificent gown, yards and yards of white material all around me. Then there was me, dressed in the skimpiest bridal underwear, the panties basically redundant as my fully erect cock showed Margaret my true feelings towards her.

“I love you Margaret.” I blurted out, just to say something, so overcome by emotion, trembling with a mixture of pleasure and fear because I was so naked with another mans bride. I emerged from my shocked state and helped to fling back her veil and reveal her pretty face. “I want to marry you,” I confessed. “I want to do anything you ask of me. I just love being with you. This is fantastic. I have always loved you. I told you that was why I kept wearing your panties – just to be near to you. To be dressed in your wedding dress would be really, really special.”

I had already confessed how I felt for her, how the first time I set eyes upon her as we moved in and she arrived with a tray of tea and biscuits for us. Like the truck drivers, I was attracted by her very short skirt, but I also liked her reddish hair, her brown eyes and her shapely figure. She was beautiful and I was mesmerised. Soon I was regularly offering to dig her garden or run errands just to see her. I had no idea she was testing me when I arrived back from the newsagents or the grocers to find her in skimpy panties or waiting with some excuse to be fastened into a dress with layers of bouffant petticoats that brushed against me as I helped her. I was already taking an interest in her underwear on the washing line and a couple of times she was wearing the same panties I had worn on my walk down the lane the night before. Eventually I felt relaxed seeing her in a state of undress, the jojobet Giriş early fuss of me catching her making way to quite nonchalantly accepting me around her. I loved it. It encouraged me to become more and more daring, frequently walking out of our gate and up the street to her gate to pass her door where I often used her panties to masturbate as I imagined her standing at the door in her panties.

That’s where I got caught, not when she opened the door, but when she appeared from the rear of the house where she had been waiting for me. Unknown to me she had watched me, for several nights, at her door through a security peephole.

“Don’t waste it anymore my dear,” she said quietly as she approached and as I desperately tried to hide my seven inch erection.

“Let it all hang out. I want to see my admirer in the flesh. Or is it my panties you prefer?”

“No, no,” I stuttered. “I really like you,” trying hard to diffuse a potential disaster by making her feel good but also telling her the truth.

“Enough to take me down the lane with you?”

This was amazing. Margaret was not in the least bit angry with me and now she wanted to go down the lane.

“Take me with you and you can have my petticoat to wear on the way back.”

I had noticed my favourite petticoat peeking out from under her red satin dress with white polka dots. She looked fantastic and, as she came closer we stared into each other’s eyes. Her right hand reached out and took my left, removing her panties from my grip at the same time.

Margaret led me through the trees to her back gate and out into the lane. We continued holding hands.

Once in the lane she promised my secret was safe with her if I promised to help her

“Have you ever walked right up to the gate?” She was referring to the large mesh gate at the bottom of the lane leading onto the main road.

“I have been tempted but I always stay within the shadow of the wall. Sometimes the girls are standing there too so it is best to stay close to the wall.”

“I know. I’ve watched you masturbating to them. I think you fancy Sarah, the little one with the ponytail, the one who keeps turning around to the gate opening her coat to show you she has nothing on. They are hookers darling. I want to be a hooker. I could be your hooker. You don’t need to pay me, just do things for me.”

There was a silence as we neared the area where the shadow stops and where the orange street lights cast a glow over the ten yards or so to the gate.

“Have you ever kissed a pussy,” Margaret whispered.

My look was enough.

“If I let you take my petticoat off and let you wear it would you kiss my pussy? Would you lick me?”

“Yes, I would if you want me to,” I answered without hesitation.

“Then walk to gate, touch it and then come back to me.”

I looked up, there were no girls hanging around so I stepped cautiously out of the shadow and just hoped that nobody would walk past for the next minute or so. It was really exciting but I got quite a shock when I turned to look back to Margaret to see her standing in the glow with her skirt and petticoat raised to show me her pussy as she walked towards me.

“Lick me here,” she demanded as I tried to get her to return to the safety of the shadow.

“I don’t care who sees us I just want my pussy licked.”

It was then that I smelled drink from her as she continued to remonstrate in full view of anybody who might look our way as they passed the gate. I dropped to my knees, pushed up her petticoat further and kissed her. I let my tongue lick her, my first taste of her sweet pussy, a slightly salty taste but nevertheless a taste I fell in love with.

“Darling you are fantastic, you can wear my petticoats, my panties, anything you want, anytime, this is superb.”

I stopped at that and stood up. Two drunken men were passing but failed to see the sexy sight only a few yards away.

“I want to give you an orgasm if you tell me what to do, but I want to do it in the shadows where it will be safer.”

Margaret got the message and quickly hauled at me.

“Strip me darling. Strip me naked just like you. I want to be naked like my young lover.”

So I stripped her of the little dress and petticoat and, with the help of her hands guiding my head to where she wanted it I brought her off. It was a first for both of us, my first time naked with a girl, my first time licking off a pussy and for Margaret the first time she had ever had her pussy licked.

Then she turned her attention to me. I nearly came off when I stepped into the petticoat as she teased it against my body. When she saw Sarah the hooker arrive at the gate Margaret dropped to her knees and began sucking me. I stared at Sarah until I could keep my eyes open no longer as Margaret sucked feverishly on my shaft and brushed the petticoats back and forth between my legs. It was too much and suddenly I was spurting into her mouth. She just kept gulping me down jojobet Güncel Giriş as I cried ecstatically to keep going.

“Hello is there anyone there.” It was Sarah shouting from the gate.

Margaret just kept sucking me as I watched Sarah peer through the mesh into the darkness where we were.

“That was another first,” Margaret reminded me as we discussed our evening back at the house. “Your first sex in public in front of an audience, our first sex in front of an audience but I can promise you much more.”

She was right – the first time of many more to come.

And so to another first as Margaret drew my naked body towards her expansive bridal gown, her hand clasping around my stiff dick as we met in a passionate kiss, my arms flung around her neck to hold her against me, the tip of my cock brushing against the satin of her gown. We kissed like we had never kissed before, my hands wildly caressing the wonderful material of her gown, Margaret squeezing my buttocks pulling me into her mouth. Our breathing was heavy, and as we gasped for air Margaret tried to speak. She kept repeating until I understood.

“I want… you… to… lick me……… darling. Do you………. want… to lick… your kinky bride? Please…lick my ……pussy.”

She turned to lead me towards the house and I gathered up her train in the process. Margaret was very much amused by the way I had unintentionally draped it over my dick

“The bride and her naked trainbearer,” she announced as we stopped at the door. She leaned against the wall.

“I want you to do it here. I want you to burrow up under my petticoats and give me one of those special feelings with your tongue. I just feel so sexy. How do you feel?”

We were looking into each other’s eyes again. I took both of her hands in mine and took a step back to admire her.

“Margaret you are super sexy, you always have been. Tonight you are stunningly beautiful. I think you can see that I feel so super sexy too but I don’t want to rush. I feel wonderful being naked with you in your wedding gown. Did you do this with John?”

“Don’t bother about John. I think his mind will be on something else and anyway darling he can’t do half the things to me that you can do. This is my way of saying I love you too, Robert.”

It was the first indication she had given that all was not well with her and her husband. I had wondered why she had become so attracted to me, letting me wear her underwear, teaching me all about sex. I did think that she was maybe bored with John away all week. I had heard and read of bored housewives. Margaret went on.

“John is completely useless when it comes to sex, well…. especially with me. When I feel like this you are the only one that I want. You make me feel fantastic, so sexy, so naughty, and I want to do the same for you and for you only.”

As Margaret spoke I watched her raise the front of her gown and the layers of petticoats beneath. Like myself she was wearing white stockings and suspenders and no panties. I stopped to admire the view of the bride exposing herself and then dropped to my knees to lick her already excited pussy. I drank down her juices, sinking my tongue into her, my own excitement driven on by the fantastic sensation I was receiving from her petticoats as they slowly slipped over my naked body to completely envelope me. I was also so excited at the prospect of making love to this wonderful woman and then possibly getting to wear her bridal gown, that I would have pushed my head inside her if it were possible.

Despite all of the daring walks I had done around the house over the past weeks, in the lane, on the street, I had been quite apprehensive about getting caught as Margaret and I stood on the garden path but that apprehension soon disappeared as I disappeared under the bridal gown and concentrated on giving her the good time she had now come to expect of me.

I just kept licking her and drinking the love juices that flowed from her as her body writhed with pleasure. I just kept licking, her clitoris standing to attention and so easy to find, her lessons over the previous week now giving us both so much exhilaration, my tongue quite tired by the time I felt her raising the gown and petticoats.

I rose to find her quite dishevelled looking, a layer of her veil once more over her face, her brown eyes huge and glazed as I joined her under the veil to kiss her, long and passionate kisses once again.

“I want to go to bed with you Margaret,” I whispered as we kissed.

“But I’m another mans bride,” she replied with a mischievous smile on her face.

“What if someone saw the bride with her young trainbearer, naked and heading for the bedroom?”

As she talked she was very gently rubbing the tip of my erection and then licking the pre cum off her fingers.

“You have to carry your bride over the threshold into the house you know. It’s tradition to carry your new bride into the house.”

Once inside she led me to her bedroom where she gently eased onto the bed, rustling and bustling, adjusting and arranging her bulky gown, making herself comfortable, making sure there was ample access, through the huge wave of satin and net, to her purring pussy. She invited me onto the bed to kneel between her open legs.

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They hadn’t been talking for very long before she agreed to meet. She usually took a long time with these ads. Most often the guy quit trying before the meeting time came. Something about the way he wrote to her and took possession of her senses, though, made her meet him soon. She just wanted to see, to know, to feel. Wasn’t that really the point, after all? He took her, that first time. Licked her sopping pussy for what felt like hours, sucking at her clit until she came. Actually relaxed and came! There was that point where she knew it would happen and he took that moment to tell her what he would do to her and how she would cum and she did. After that, the first ram and shove of his rock hard cock took her breath and her mind. She could still feel him if she wanted to just close her eyes and picture him fucking her, absolutely pounding her like he did that day.

Today was their fifth meeting and he told her he had something just for her. She had dressed as he had told her, except that she hadn’t been quite brave enough to wear the underthings. She carried them, instead in her purse to put on in a bathroom on the way out.

She could feel herself wet and getting wetter as she made her way into the hotel, per instructions. He had placed the key into her vehicle as he had told her he would. Despite all her talk, she still had trepidations. Yet, each time with him had been that much better and had taken her that much further away from the person she had been. She longed for that next touch from him, not knowing where it might come from or where on her it might land. Would it be a caress or a smack? A fingertip or a palm? A smoothing of her cheek or a tap on her ass? She just wanted the next one was all she knew Betturkey anymore.

He had told her about his couple and when she stepped into the room, there they were. The man was sitting in the shadows, in the closet, the door mostly closed. The woman was lying on the bed, tied in a kind of restraint she had never seen before. Then there was him. Her delight. Sitting on the edge of the bed, feeding pieces of fruit to the woman as she squirmed slightly, having to reach out with her neck and tongue to reach each piece as he held it just at the end of her reach.

She wasn’t sure if the wetness of anticipation was there or not, she had gone almost numb with the sight before her. It was like being invited to a party and being late and the only one not in costume. He motioned to her to come and sit next to the bed, in the chair at the edge and held another piece of fruit out to the woman strapped and wriggling now to see more of the newcomer. She saw the woman’s eyes widen and deepen in surprise and lust. That brought a small wave of wet and warmth.

She sat. The woman squirmed a little more as the chair was just at the edge of her vision. The woman was thin, athletic in appearance, with creamy skin and the hint of largeness to her breasts though she was face down. As she appraised this woman, he reached over and slapped the woman’s ass with a smart sound that made both women gasp.

The woman on the bed moaned. He turned to her, now, the newbie, and kissed her deep and hard, thrusting his tongue in her and reminding her of other, more forceful penetrations. His hands roamed over her head, pulling her hair and forcing her closer, down her shoulders, His fingers pinched her nipples Betturkey Giriş and she stole a glance toward the closet as his hands wandered down to her thighs and pressed them apart. She saw nothing but shadows, however, and soon lost herself to the feeling of his hands pushing her thighs out and his mouth clamping around her nipples – one after the other.

The woman on the bed rustled and stirred, trying to watch. She sighed and leaned back as the familiar feel of his tongue sliding into her overtook her. It slipped up and around her clit and pulsed inside her and out. She could feel her pussy lips spread wide and swollen, being suckled one after the other. Slipping into and out of his mouth while his tongue forced its way in and back out of her. Just as she felt the building feeling that came before her storms, he pulled away and led her to the bed.

It was her turn now in the restraints. No, there were two sets. He clamped one around her wrists and held them there, strapped together. He untied the womans hands from the bed and brought them together in front of her. Then tied the latest slut onto the bed to writhe there, testing the manacles. As he strapped her legs, he told her she would not be able to release herself and would need to convince one of us that she needed released. He set the other woman free from the bed, maintaining a hold on the hands and brought the woman to kneel before him where the woman greedily tried to suck at his cock as he held it just out of reach to all but her tongue.

He stopped the woman, then, and with a tug they came to the bed where he pressed the woman onto her back and positioned the woman up between the new one’s legs. He lay pressed Betturkey Güncel Giriş against the woman, with lips now seeking out the clit in front and he spread her ass and shoved his tongue inside her sopping wet pussy. The two of them kept at her, one licking her clit and the other lapping at her lips and juices and forcing his tongue inside her until she could stand no more, but before she could cum, they both stopped. The woman began kissing her thighs and he, oh he moved his way to her mouth and kissed her with her juices all over his lips. Again and again they did this to her, always stopping before she came, always taking an eternity to start again, fingering and kissing her thighs and ass and neck and shoulders. They switched, he taking her clit and the woman her pussy, first driving down on the cock she wanted! Sitting, slowly, then impaling on it, making a show of it, groaning and moaning and, yes, cumming.

This time he let her cum, she was shaking so much in complete body shakes. She came screaming and bucking against her ties, the woman’s tongue buried deep within her and the nibbling at her pussy lips driving her away from all cognitive reality. The woman untied her and stroked her tits as he pounded her from behind with that incredible cock. The woman then slid down onto her clit and mouthed it deliciously as he fucked her harder and deeper and more insistently until wave after wave washed her away and through. He turned her over and told her how he found her so wonderfully delightful. Each word, each sentence punctuated with a thrust and delving until he burst through her. All the time, the woman’s hands moving across her lips, forcing themselves in her mouth, pinching her nipples. She came one last incredible time and even lost consciousness. She barely woke enough to feel him snuggle in among her breasts and she grabbed him and held on tight as she could. He was the best snuggler she’d ever been with and it always came with the best sex she’d ever dreamed of. And she did dream!

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I, Erica Breck, was beside myself Friday night when I went home. I had thought up of a plan to possibly worm into Rick’s suddenly changed lifestyle. A lifestyle I had read about many times in romance novels and stories on the net. I wanted to be in that lifestyle desperately but was afraid to seek it out at the many clubs in the area. I tried the club scene once and was thoroughly disappointed, an open club not private. I was asked several times to dance, both male and female which didn’t bother me. I don’t really like to dance that much, well not to the music they played anyway and the style of dance. I knew the possible horrors and I was actually afraid to let loose. I am not stupid and determined many of these were mostly wannabes that really didn’t have a clue, like myself. I knew what I wanted and that sure wasn’t it. I was looking for someone mature with experience, patience to teach and maybe love in the end. I couldn’t afford the private clubs that wanted an arm and a leg to join. I couldn’t fathom that as the romance novels always indicated a new submissive was always in very short supply and usually allowed to join for free or rock bottom prices. Stories on the net never include much about the private clubs, though you could discern which could be somewhat real versus fantasy farce.

I don’t have any close friends as I keep to myself pretty much. The way I dress and the lifestyle I want go hand in hand for the most part. Letting someone in on all those secrets is hard for me. Sure I can go to a bar with someone and have a drink and talk but if I ever divulged my true self I would be ridiculed and called a stupid freak. Even when I happen to go out dressed as the true me, I hear the whispers behind my back. skank, slut, whore just to name a few. Funny in a way, if I go out in painted on jeans, heels and t-shirt I am normal, change the material of the outfit and I am viewed as something else entirely.

My plans were destroyed or put on hold as his sister and her girlfriend showed up. Then later, another submissive was allowed to join the party, a woman I had seen with them before but not openly collared as she is now. I didn’t like Rikki much as she came off as the rich snobbish bitch type. She had George park her car and carry the bags up to the condo and left her friend to wait in the lobby. George did it happily as he got a very large tip for his efforts. I found out from Jill, the friend of Rikki, they were down for the weekend involving a family matter. She wouldn’t disclose much else other than they were graduating from college in a few days.

I was a wreck when I got home from work. I ate in silence thinking about the possibilities and was turned on. I decided to get my toys out to squelch my burning desires. The nipple clamps, remote controlled vibe and my ingenious punishment devices. I had torn apart a remote controlled oscillating fan, removing the wire cage and blades. I added leather strips in place of the blades at first but they kept getting wrapped up at low speed and hurt too much at high speed and kept getting knocked over. I secured the fan to a heavy board that stopped the falling over. Then I designed the blades to look like a feathered crop end with fingers about four inches long. Getting it balanced was the hardest part to stop the wobble. I had problems at first because I kept backing into it with my ass. Then I had to stop and switch sides for my breasts. I ended up making three to solve all the problems. I was in heaven when I had all the problems solved. After a while it just wasn’t enough til I added a remote controlled vibrator. The nipple clamps became a wonderful added feature but I had problems as the wrong type kept getting knocked off. I was worried if my toys might ruin me with a real Master as I was use to controlling everything and one person couldn’t attack me everywhere simultaneously. It may not be the greatest setup and probably easier ways but it worked for me. I would give it all up for a real live hard cock though.

That is how my Friday night went. My breasts were nearly raw as well as my pussy and even hurt to the touch. I had went overboard for a nearly two hour escapade. I must have had twenty orgasms in that time, I had fucked myself well and laid in a pool of sweat and my own juices. That is the reason I quit, the vibrator was even too sensitive. I was so tired that it took me fifteen minutes to get up. At least I had enough sense to stop and take the nipple clamps off at some point. That hurt like hell and I cried and screamed like I never had before. I had the biggest orgasm of the night when I started back up.

I soaked in a bubble bath for an hour or so falling asleep. I woke up because I was freezing as the water had turned cold. I had to take a shower to warm up and stop my teeth from chattering. I fell asleep dreaming of my perfect Master. I didn’t have much to do over the weekend other than clean up my mess and do laundry. I got dressed in my hidden fetish after all that was accomplished. I love being encased in smooth tight PVC, leather or vinyl. Betturkey Some intimate things I wear to work on a daily basis. I get bold every now and then when what I wear permits. This weekend was no exception as I had my normal PVC panties and bra, its all the underwear I own in many different colors. Today, blue, as that was how I was feeling. I am not endowed breast wise, medium B cup with nice long hard nipples. I wore my blue PVC leggings with five inch blue heels, sexy as hell in my eyes. That is all unless I go out then I would just squirm into the matching tight tee to go with it. That gets the stares and whistles sometimes, but I know the whispers are there too. I didn’t go anywhere as I stayed home and recovered from my own stupidity and read more stories which put me in a better mood.

How I got into this fetish was by accident, another one of my stupid thoughts in college. A frat Halloween party, the sorority sisters decided we should all dress as hookers. I dressed in a skimpy PVC outfit, skirt, front lace corset slut stockings with five inch heels. I fell in love with the feel and it gave me confidence somehow. I drank way too much and the rest was a very desirable and painful history, what I remember anyway. I kept my clothing fetish secretly hidden after that episode for a while however.

I love my job, it is rather easy. The pay isn’t great but it lets me lead a somewhat comfortable existence. Plus I get to snoop extensively, a favorite past time of mine. I know just about everything about the private lives of the tenants though I would divulge absolutely nothing to anyone, not even gossip. Like the woman on the 6th floor that has several on going romances with other tenants while her husband is at work. I know because the couple across the hall complained about the noise a few times. TV too loud my ass, not with the telltale signs of sex splattered here and there she missed cleaning up, it was with who that shocked me. The elevator gave me the who and it was a couple up on the 8th that came for a visit each time. I found out she goes to their condo once in a while as it turns into a party with a few other guests.

I caught up on everything Monday morning at work with the written work, calling in maintenance where it is needed. 11 AM to 1 PM is when most of my work happens during the day as the tenants will drop by during their lunch hour with requests and such. 4 PM til 7 PM can also be hectic as people are getting off work at that time. I normally hold their packages behind the counter so the lobby doesn’t get cluttered and I tape a tag to their mail box to tell them of the arrival. Packages allow more snoop time of course. I reviewed the security footage and logs from the weekend with interest of the coming and goings, mainly the 3rd floor of course. Not much of anything other than Patrice had a visitor, a cop I knew.

A blonde girl by the name of Sarah Lane had been at Rick’s apartment Friday night and didn’t leave til about noon. Then showed up again for a few hours Saturday night. I didn’t know how she fit in but spent most of the week with them. The only thing I could figure out to do was ask, but then everyone would know I was snooping.

A box showed up Tuesday morning for Rick. Jenifer picked it up at about 2:15 PM after she went and got Sarah to carry it for her. It was another shoe order. I wondered if Sarah was just playing maid but I doubted that from the looks of things.

I was out of options until that fateful Friday afternoon. A delivery arrived that had been apparently lost and diverted to the current address of a rather new tenant on the 10th floor. Lost for nearly a year, that is more than strangely odd. I remember him as he was normally dressed in black and very good looking, mid thirties maybe. The real estate agent picked up the wrong key by accident, I had to escort them with a backup key from the safe. He looked the condo over for about twenty minutes and bought it out right offering about fifty grand less in a cash deal on the spot. I was surprised as it was a bang-bang deal and closed within five days and he had been living there a couple months now. No visitors other than the moving company that brought his stuff. I remember them complaining about three specially sealed wooden crates, one was awkwardly weighted and long. The crate almost didn’t fit into the spare bedroom where he wanted and he wouldn’t let them open the crates to make it easier. Somehow I imagined him a vampire of old legends.

I wasn’t going to snoop this time but I noticed the all too familiar packing label. It was from the place I buy my special clothes. I more than snooped, I opened the box this time. I couldn’t believe my eyes at the contents. I was an excited happy camper to say the least. A pair of wrist cuffs, collar, leash, six inch heels with front locking chain lacing ankle strap, a PVC halter dress to die for and PVC stockings all in black. An entire outfit and stunningly, all of it in my size. The first thought that crossed my mind, he was a cross dresser. Betturkey Giriş I shook that off as this would not fit him what so ever. I had to check his file, nothing there, never married, stock broker. Well, he can break my stock…tonight I decided.

I stayed later than usual because I knew Cale Green didn’t come home til 7:30. On the dot, he showed up, got his mail and went to the elevator. It was now or never. I picked up the box and my pass card and went to the 10th floor laundry. I stripped, folding my clothes. I put on the dress, zipped up the bottom part of the skirt in back. It hugged my waist rather tightly but flowed over my ass smartly. I had problems with the back lacing and halter portion at first but I soon figured out how to adjust it properly. My nipples were swollen with excitement as I got them situated properly in the narrow confines. I slid the stockings up my legs salivating over the tight feel and slipperiness they posed. I was worried about the shoes fitting correctly but fit perfectly as I laced the straps around my ankle and locked the chains in place. I added the collar, leash and cuffs. I only wish there was a full length mirror so I could admire the sexy look. I had already checked my hair and make up. My hair turns into a frizzy curly mess when long. I part it on the right with bangs over the left eye, I can keep it pretty much full and straight on top but has a mind of its own after my ears which I keep closely cropped a couple inches below my ear. I am the best I will ever look for anyone at this moment. I put everything in the box and put it under the folding table except for the key card which I slid into a stocking top.

I walk down to his door slowly as the heels don’t permit walking very fast. I ponder a few minutes wondering if this is the right thing to do. I have always lived in fear of myself, afraid to take chances, afraid of letting go. Still, the apprehension grips me, fear of rejection once again prevalent. I am here I tell myself, no time to back out now. Do I stand or kneel is my next thought. Kneel dummy, you are presenting yourself to him my subconscious took over, this is what you want, revel in it you chicken ass cunt. I kneel on all fours then reach out and hesitantly knock on the door my mind made up finally. Not turning back now as I lower my head and hold the leash up for him to take. I hear him at the door.

“Who is it?” He asked. The door didn’t open so I knocked again. The door slowly opened and I saw his shoes, I stayed where I was not wanting to look up embarrassed if it didn’t go well.

“What the fuck! Who the hell had the balls to send you!” He yelled. I didn’t have a clue of what to say or do, I just stayed put.

“Answer me you stupid fucking cunt!” He screamed at me.

“I did Sir.” I choked out finally, half crying because I thought I had done something wrong. Okay, the whole thing might have been stupidly wrong on my part I thought.

He grabbed the leash and dragged me inside. I thought he was going to choke me at first as a slid across the tiled entry way and he slammed the door shut.

“Who ever sent you, this isn’t fucking funny.” He said angrily.

I was crying full tears because I didn’t know what else to do. This isn’t what I had expected to happen. He grabbed my leash pulling it up hard, wanting me to stand. I was too scared to move and kept crying. Then he gently helped me up to my feet. He lifted my chin and looked at me, surprised at who he saw.

“You are the lobby clerk. Why the hell are you here dressed like this Erica?” He gently demanded after recognizing who I was. I was so choked up I couldn’t talk, just cry and sniffle.

“Come on.” He commanded and pulled on the leash.

I had no option but to follow him to the table as he pulled me along, staggering in the heels.

“Sit and compose yourself.” He ordered disgusted.

He left and returned with two cups of coffee and some paper towels so I could wipe my face from the tears. It took me five minutes or so to get myself in a composed position where I could speak.

“I am sorry Sir. My snooping got me into this mess.” I said truthfully and started the tear factory one more time. “I didn’t understand you. What?” He said questioning me again.

“You received a box today and I recognized the shipping label. I had to find out its contents as this is my kind of wear. I thought I would surprise you since I knew you were alone. I was hoping I could be your whatever.” I said shakily as I looked down at my trembling hands.

“That is original at least. I thought it was a sick fucking joke. I am sorry for jumping to conclusions.” He said sorrowfully.

“Why would it be a sick joke? If I may be so bold in asking.” I asked curiously, still trembling but with my snooping nature taking over.

“You might not like the answer to that. You might get sick yourself.” He said distantly.

“I think I will be alright. I have heard and seen some pretty sick stuff in this city.” I said.

“My Betturkey Güncel Giriş girlfriend ordered that outfit. She was dying of cancer, she wanted to be buried in it.” He explained.

Okay, so I wasn’t ready for that explanation what so ever.

“Oh my! I am so sorry. I am so ashamed. Please forgive me.” I said hollowly and ashamed.

That would make anybody sick and disgusted on several fronts. Me included as my stomach did a flip or two, good thing I hadn’t ate yet.

“We were together for ten years. Her family didn’t approve of me or the lifestyle she chose to live. I finally left to get away from their constant daily hounding after she died. They blamed me for her death and refused to believe the doctors. I think they intercepted the box and sent it to fuck with me even further. It would be their morbid style.” He further explained.

“Let me go change and I will get rid of it for you.” I said trying to be nice taking a sip of the coffee to calm my nerves. I thought I had rally fucked up this time.

“No! It looks amazingly good on you. I just thought it was a sick joke is all. Since you offered I might be inclined to accept.” He said looking thoughtfully at me. Eying me up and down, analyzing me like a stock in the market.

I looked up engaging his dark brown eyes that pierced my soul. I was lost in my own little dream world at that point as I just stared at him intently.

“Earth to space cadet!” He said with a laugh, snapping his fingers.

I shook the clouding fog out of my head.

“This unworthy slut would love nothing more.” I said demurely not thinking of anything but my desires.

“Unworthy?” He bellowed. “Highly doubtful, as you demonstrated uncharacteristic control of yourself under the circumstances, more than me I might add.” He admonished himself while praising me.

“Slut is an inflammatory and derogatory term I don’t like as I doubt you are a whore.” He admonished me for using the term.

“I like the term desirous thrall instead.” He stated fixated on my face.

I knew he was watching my facial expressions to acknowledge the truth in his statements. I was hoping I was beaming proudly on the outside as I was jumping for joy inside.

“In that case, this desirous thrall would love nothing more to prove she is worthy of your more than adept sovereignty. I will subjugate myself freely on one condition.” I cooed hoping I didn’t blow my chances with the condition in the end. I don’t think it was out of the realm of possibility knowing a little of his past.

“What might that condition be thrall?” He asked sternly.

“That I be your only devoted thrall permanently.” I asked calmly.

Was it too much to ask? I knew there would be sex with others on his orders. I just didn’t want to compete with others and be replaced like yesterdays news. I did have many fears and self-esteem issues as I considered myself pretty but not beautiful by any standards.

I had to think about her request which absolutely stunned me, Cale thought. She threw herself at me full bore and rather well I might add. Truthfully, she took my madness in stride not knowing what had transpired in my past. Why do I get the feeling she has never done this before, none of it. That is it, she is taking a risky chance to fulfill her dreams and desires like a sultry two-bit romance novel. It was by accident she stumbled onto my presence of mind that I was trying to relinquish, unsuccessfully. She is beautiful, definitely not a temptress by any means though those dazzling green eyes would give anyone notice. Now, I understand her mindset.

“What if you decide it isn’t right, today, tomorrow or even next year?” He asked.

Oh fuck! He has backed me into a corner with my condition. Wait, he said if I decided, not him. That means he is accepting me with the condition. The fire in my pussy gushed with excitement at that revelation. How do I answer his question about future ramifications? Shit! Shit! Shit! Think quickly you stupid bitch. I got it!

“This humble desirous thrall only cares about her chosen Masters happiness. The days of time will take care of itself in that aspect forever more.” I replied with a heart that was beating a mile a minute in happiness.

What an answer, I was stunned into disbelief once again. She didn’t back down, she chose, the look in her face meant what she said is true. I had only seen that look one other time, my…………. She is the reincarnation!

He grabbed my leash and pulled me to his lips for a crushing kiss that I only had ever dreamed about. He slowly parted my lips as our tongues danced a waltz with him in the lead. I was melting and the fire in my loins was growing beyond proportion. The kiss lasted minutes as he guided me to and fro in a titillating slow dance. He looked into my eyes seeing the passion that is welling deep inside me.

“My love has come back to me in more ways than one.” He stated with an odd soothing lilt.

It was in his eyes, he thought I was his long departed love and I was scared for a second. Well truthfully, he could be perfectly right, I thought suddenly. I was dressed in her desired death mask and offered myself as his one and only slave forever for his desire and mine. What could be more right than that! A match made in nirvana. Thank you whoever!

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——-INTRODUCTION——–

All the characters in this story are over the age of 18. It is a true story that took place in the 1980s and 1990s. Most of the people in this story are still alive, but sadly, not all.

The word “tranny” was not derogatory back then. If you find it offensive, please realize that it reflects love, admiration, and concern. These “girls” altered their lives and ours, struggling to become women at great personal expense and hardship. Transformation was their goal. What they desired most. They needed to demonstrate to those on the outside, what they were on the inside.

Once the gender line was crossed, these “girls,” we’re unable to find employment. A lucky few gravitated to work at the LGBTQ center in West Hollywood, typing on computers with their long glued on fingernails. Some found part-time work with understanding employers. Kathrine Van Pelt, a famous international escort, worked part-time at the Parisian Flower shop that Joe Dimaggio had paid to place a red rose on Marilyn’s grave every week. Tiny Tucker, the tranny ginger, only 5 foot tall, loved women, not men. She worked nights as a waitress at the Klondike, hoping to meet women who loved trannies. Tiny succeeded.

The remaining “girls” had little choice but to become sex workers. The attention their suitors paid them bolstered their esteem and self-realization that they were women. Prostitution provided a stream of income. Being fucked by strangers and shunned by society was, for some, too high a price to pay. Drugs, suicide, and the Aids epidemic lay ahead. Sadly, some were to pay the ultimate price for their decision.

“JUDY, JUDY, JUDY…”

“Judy, Judy, Judy,” a memorable cinematographic line, is credited to Cary Grant. He made the line famous in the film “Only Angels Have Wing,” but Grant never said it! Jeff Storch, his noted comic impersonator, made it famous on the old Ed Sullivan’s Sunday Night Variety Show.

Maybe it wasn’t Grant, but I said, “Judy, Judy, Judy” many times, back when I fell for Judy, a transsexual prostitute. I said it with my heartfelt affection, my arms around her waist, holding her by the hips, my hands on her succulent tits, my cock deep inside her gorgeous ass.

When I’d first met Judy, her street station was at the front of a Sporting Goods store on Western Avenue. The entry into the old storefront was deep with show windows. Judy could stand back and choose whether to hide from the police, and dangerous stalkers, or come out of hiding and stand on the street.

I’d met her there a few times. In the beginning, she performed blow jobs or what some call cock sucking from the passenger seat of my car, what the erudite call fellatio. Call it what you want, Judy was good at it. When she blew you, you could see she was a girl who loved cock. She treated your dick as if it were a little puppy. Caressing it, kissing it, calling it Spanish love names, before taking it on that magic carpet ride that left your ball sack as empty as a crater on the moon.

One night I couldn’t find her at Judy in her usual place. I saw a short boyish tranny who sometimes stood with her. The other “girls” called her “Chino” because she had what Hispanics call “Chinese eyes” from their Aztec heritage.

“Hey, Chino, where is Judy?”

“Judy? Oh, Judy Blue Eyes,” she responded.

“Not here now, come back later.”

I drove off very disappointed.

The next time I saw Judy, I asked for her cell phone number. We stopped meeting on the street. I’d make appointments to visit her at her apartment on a side street near Los Feliz. We continued as before, the same-sex acts. I wanted more. As time passed, she felt more comfortable with me. I’d press her, “to give up her ass.”

I’d say, “Let me fuck you. Please, Judy, I have to be inside you.”

She shook her head and explained,

“I only have anal sex once a week with a wealthy client. He pays me a lot of money.”

That was that. I left the topic there for the moment. I never asked Judy if he went bareback.

Judy loved to talk. She was a great storyteller, stories I couldn’t have imagined. There were celebrities she or her girlfriends had entertained. A local politician who used his office desk at City Hall as a bed for sexual trysts. The rock and roll singer with the big head of hair who would insert an 8-inch dildo in his ass before being sucked off. The fat comic who insisted that “Peppy,” his tiny Chihuahua had to watch, and on and on.

The “piece de resistance” was her encounter with a famous singing couple who had a weekly TV show. The desk clerk at the Neville called Judy. She ended up in a champagne threesome. Judy, naked on all fours on the bed, sucking the husband’s cock while the singer’s wife, her arms around Judy’s waist, squeezing her big tits, fucked her with a black strap-on. Then the wife asked Judy to fuck her. Judy said, “No, I don’t do women.” At that point, “the husband got a hard-on.”

After Judy brought me back to her lovely apartment, Betturkey cock sucking wasn’t enough. That was when she paid me her ultimate compliment. We ended up in her king-size bed covered with shiny pink sheets. We were like honeymooners. My lips met hers, her large breasts in my palms, her rosy nipples in my mouth. She lubed herself, rolled a condom on me, and graciously let me put my cock up her ass. That was when the ceiling opened up to a shower of meteorites and stardust. Making love to Judy was very special. Especially when she said, ‘You can visit me anytime, even if you don’t have money.”

CITY OF SEX AT NIGHT

In the 1980s, the Aids epidemic had begun. At first, Aids was misunderstood and called “Gay Cancer,” it was prevalent in the gay community. I knew people who died of Aids. The boss who hired me, a barber who cut my hair and an excellent doctor who had treated me. Those who were infected, even years before, now realized they were under a death sentence. The cause was discovered to be unprotected sex, all of a sudden, people were wearing not one, but two condoms. For others, prevention was too late.

The City Council, looking for someone to blame, threatened to close the bathhouses. Gay bars offered free condoms. Police were busy arresting tranny hookers and their clients. A transsexual prostitute, discovered to have Aids, was charged with attempted murder. Undercover officers tracked “girls” through sex newspapers where they advertised. Police solicited, paid for sex, then arrested them and seized the money as evidence. Judges ruled that was fair play.

On the street, the police would shake down both male and female prostitutes for a free fuck or blow job in the back seat of their squad cars. Few prostitutes complained. Infected cops HIV counselors were provided Aids councilors on the QT. Many contracted the disease. The number was sizable.

Even with the risks and harassments, the motels on Santa Monica Boulevard were festooned with sexy tranny hookers. They lined the Motel’s outdoor staircases in colorful states of undress. They posed in front of rented rooms and along catwalks. In competition with each other, they staged impromptu stripteases, revealing their naked charms to outdo their competitors.

Gawkers on hot summer nights would let out whoops and catcalls of approval. Impervious to the threats of law enforcement, the “girls” scattered when the police van arrived.

During these displays, a client would stop to solicit one of the exhibitionists. As if by magic, a motorcycle cop would materialize from out of nowhere, blocking the car. He’d ticket the tranny if she were not wearing a seat belt and then ticket the driver for “stopping in a no-stopping zone for a transsexual.” Try explaining what that ticket spelled out to your wife.

If the cop caught you in the act, on a dark back street, doing your thing with a tranny, or a tranny doing it to you, be it oral or anal, they’d arrest both of you. You would be booked, bailed out, and sent off to trial where you’d be adjudicated guilty. Judges always believed the officer’s statement. If Jesus testified in your defense that the two of you were only talking, there was still no escape.

An upcoming comic movie star got arrested one night. He was only playing with the tranny’s feet. I knew this story was true. That tranny was a friend of Judy. I asked her,

“Did the star fuck you?” “No, he just played with my feet.”

His uncontrollable foot fetish, this single moment of indiscretion, earned mention on the late-night news. Unwanted publicity designed to deter repeat offenders destroyed careers. Try to explain your sexual preferences to your neighbors, boss, or fan base. We all knew the risks, but it was difficult to argue with our raging hormones.

Life became ludicrous. Male undercover police with 5 o’clock shadows began dressing in drag to arrest solicitors but stood out like sore thumbs from the beardless transsexuals. Undercover female cops in skin-tight leopard blouses and short mini skirts patrolled street corners to curb traditional prostitution. The unlucky “John” who fell for the ruse, was arrested and plummeted by the male cops. Entrapment was the accepted practice until lawyers began to use it as a defense.

Police harassment changed the sex worker’s business practices. Most of the hookers now brought their clients home or to a motel. Sex inside cars, a frequent arrest target was reduced, public indecency arrests plummeted. A few years later, the internet would revolutionize sex working as a business model, and only desperate drug addicts would be found on the street hustling. The future was still ahead of us, but times were the present. We all forged ahead, knowing the options, trying to avoid the risks, and enjoying the delightful scenery on the streets late at night.

IN LOVE WITH THE PERFECT GIRL

Of all the “Belle de Notte,” in the City of Angels, Judy was a most perfect creation. She was from south of the border but looked Betturkey Giriş like a Swedish model. Her long hair, natural brown, bleached to a lovely golden blond. Her eyes were a sea of blue one could drown in. Some thought she was a Scandanavian tourist, out to earn a few extra dollars. She might have been British, but her smile was too perfect. A tiny crease made her eyes twinkle when she often laughed. Sweet music to my ears.

Judy’s had a tiny nose and lips that were eminently kissable. Tall, (5’7″), slender and petite, except for her surgically enhanced breasts. Her tits were too grand but splendidly erect. Her hands were delicate with long fingers. Her small feet were beautiful, size 7 in high heels. Her buttocks were feminine, curvy, delicious. Her face, baby smooth, no hair anywhere on her body.

My poor Spanish was poor as was her English was limited. Still, we communicated. I learned that love, the simplest of emotions, is the most natural language.

One afternoon, I visited her and met her friend, a young housewife.

“This is Lara, my friend, mi amiga.”

Judy didn’t mention my name, but I offered it. The young woman took my hand and smiled. She was a nice young Mexican woman, about 19 years of age. Perhaps she lived in Judy’s apartment building or nearby. When she left, Judy explained the girl was unhappily married, her husband was abusive. The pair would do their laundry together, drink coffee, and shop together. The majestic gilt theater district of the 1920s that closed many years ago was now a bargain center for clothes, shoes, and sundries. Stores sandwiched between the old buildings were run by Latino shopkeepers.

“We take the bus downtown and go shopping on Saturdays. She is in love with me,” said Judy. “What can I do?”

I made no comment. I wasn’t jealous. In my eyes, Judy was my girlfriend. I was aware of the reality of our situation. One might be suspicious of a transsexual’s clients, but a female friend? I was happy for Judy.

Was this girl a sex partner? I was convinced there was no way Judy was having sex with her. Judy had forgotten long ago that she had a penis. She now had a “pussy.” I’d spotted it on occasion, and it was quite small and nonthreatening. I never paid attention to that part of her anatomy. Once, out of curiosity, I asked Judy, “Would you like to fuck me?” She demurred, blushing,

“I could never do that.”

I was certain Judy was too feminine to be fucking anyone. Not that it was any of my business. I said, “Hasta luego,” as the young housewife carried out an overflowing hamper of clean laundry.

Back then, most hookers didn’t have cell phones, but Judy did. It was easy to call her, to say good morning, to tell her I missed her. We never argued. When I said I loved her, I meant I loved being with her. I loved having sex with her. It wasn’t an “I’ll die for you love.” I wasn’t yet ready, but I would have defended her if anyone had harassed her. It was a casual happy free love, not the kind that ties you into knots. It felt good to be with her. We had no contract, no complications. I never looked for another companion Judy answered all my needs.

I helped support her. I’d have done the same for any girl. If Judy had other wealthy suitors, I never saw them. Her business affairs were invisible. We made no plans for marriage, but I knew I wanted to live together.

We got together a few times a week. We ate, we laughed, we had fun; we’d make love, sometimes twice in one night. Judy knew I was married. I frequently worked late shifts that coincided with the hours when the foreign exchanges opened. I did not have to account for time away from home. My wife was usually sound asleep when I returned home.

Judy wasn’t the first transsexual I’d encountered. For some reason, unknown to myself, I found them fascinating. Their courage, their artistic flair, even their sense of humor, was unique. They lived for the night, the future was not their concern. I always made love to transsexuals with the same enthusiasm when I’d made love to young women. They seemed to appreciate my respect and passion.

Judy never discussed the quality of our sexual activity. She was obviously pleased. Other trannies had commented in detail on my sexual performance, saying, “you are good in bed, you are a good lover” or “you know how to fuck.” I suppose they said that to everyone.

Only on one occasion did my actions find a critic. Several months before I’d met Judy, I picked up an emotionally frustrated blonde. She was obviously looking for love. I had seen her standing with several “girls” outside an all-night restaurant on Santa Monica Boulevard. I parked in the lot at the side of the entrance.

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It was a warm evening, the blonde was wearing a yellow halter and matching short shorts on long legs, her ample breasts were threatening to spill out the front of her halter. Apart from the audaciousness of her costume, she was an attractive girl, whose only fault Betturkey Güncel Giriş was an uneven complexion. I thought she looked French, but it turned out she was Brazilian. When she saw me staring at her, she approached and said, “Hello, Poppi.”

It was not my favorite greeting but very common in their world.

“And what is your name?”

“Giselle.”

“Can I take you home, Giselle?”

“Sure, Poppi.”

I asked her what she wanted. Her fee was quite reasonable. I walked her back to my car, a red Nisson sports car, opening the door like a gentleman.

“Oh, I like your car,” she said as she buckled up.

I looked around to see if any police were watching us. None were visible. I closed the passenger door and went round to get into the driver’s seat.

She lived not far away, a low building with two floors of apartments. I followed her inside through the front door. Her apartment was nearby, off a short corridor. She unlocked the door. Once we were inside, she turned,

“Don’t kiss me, my breath is bad.”

“Why,” I asked?

She pointed with her finger at her mouth as if to say, “Sucking too many cocks and swallowing.”

When she held up her hand, I could see her wrists were red and swollen,

“What happened to your hands,” I said.”

“Don’t ask me any questions,” suddenly she was defensive.

I apologized, but there was still tension in the air. It was a bizarre moment.

The apartment was a tiny studio. A bed, a dresser, a small fridge, and an electric hot plate. Clothes were strewn around. A small TV with its own little antenna struggled to capture a signal. I tried unsuccessfully to get it to work, it kept blinking at me as the picture moved up and down.

“Oh, leave it alone,” said Giselle, “It’s not working tonight. Go get undressed.”

I walked around the bed and took off my clothing. I handed cash to the blonde and placed my wallet in my shoes. I put my clothes on top. Perhaps that might fool a thief, but there were only two of us.

I lay back on the bed, adjusting the thin pillow as she sat down beside me. She wasted no time bending over me, working my cock into a full erection with her hands and mouth. Taking a tube of lube from her night table, she rubbed the jelly into her ass. I was on my back. She maneuvered herself over me and put a condom in her mouth and expertly rolled the condom over my penis. Giselle raised her body over me, and deftly inserted my cock into her asshole.

She said, “Go slow.” and little by little, she lowered herself until all of my dick was inside her. She began moving up and down. It was exciting to watch her breasts moving up and down. She continued, it felt good, but I realized I was not going to cum in that position. Ejaculation is a tricky thing, if my balls are not banging an ass, it is hard for me to complete the act.

“Let me get on top, I can’t cum like this.”

When she raised up, my erection slipped out of her.

“Lay face down.”

She obeyed. I positioned myself over her, between her spread legs, my cock rubbing against her luscious ass. She reached back, took hold of my erection, and fed it smoothly into her well-lubed welcoming ass hole. Obviously bigger dicks then mine had opened that territory-wide.

The sex was impersonal up to then, what you might expect between two people who hardly knew each other. Now in control, I rolled her over and pushed my dick inside the intimate space. I began humping slowly, my legs spread wide between her allowing a full deep connection. I continued, holding her butt cheeks as I angled my cock in and out, hitting every side. Finally, I lifted and spread my legs over her ass, trapping and tightening on her ass cheeks with my thighs. I was not as deep now, but the feeling was superb. With a series of rapid thrusts, I arrived at that long-awaited moment. I paused, and then I thrust, forward, pressed tight against her plumb ass and came, my ejaculate filling up the condom. My stomach muscles tighten from the rapid movements. I relaxed, in position until the spasms ceased.

Perhaps I was too self-serving. I hadn’t paid attention to Giselle’s needs? From her impersonal attitude, I didn’t think it mattered if she came or not. We had brief but unpassionate sex. I might as well have been fucking a hole in the wall. As I was dressing to leave she remarked,

“You really think I’m just another fuck, nothing special. You must do this all the time.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you pick up a girl, hardly talk to her, stick your dick in her, shoot your load, and then back into the night.”

“I’m sorry if you feel that way. I think you are nice, very nice, stunning,” I said, but she was unconvinced.

“Why don’t you give me your number.” I pulled out a pen. She dictated, I wrote it down. “I’ll make it up to you next time.”

I gathered my clothes, took my wallet out of my shoe, placed it in my pocket. Giselle watched everything I did, she smirked at that.

“Did you think I was going to steal your wallet?”

I didn’t respond, I thanked her and started to rush out the door while buttoning my shirt. She put out her hand to stop me.

“Well, goodnight,” I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, she pulled away.

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Disclaimer and Notes: The Rose Diaries is an incredibly dark story focusing on forced (heavy emphasis on “forced”) feminization of a completely non-compliant individual. There are elements of non-consent, violence, and dark subject matters. In addition, this story depicts dysphoria, dissociation, and general depression.

I hope you do enjoy this chapter if you decide to continue reading. If you do enjoy this chapter, please leave a comment/feedback and let me know!

Act 3 will have moments of intense physical violence.

Act 3 is also the shortest being only three chapters long.

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*****

It was cold on the day that they arrived at their final destination. The beginning of winter had begun to take hold once more as fall staged one last attempt to fend off its rapid advances. Peter had nothing to say to the others as they sat silent in the parking lot of the large airport, the loud roars of descending and ascending planes overhead. There was nothing to add, no plan to go over, no steps to follow. James had already bought tickets for the two of them online at a library after they had stopped on the side of the road. The plan had reached its conclusion. Their journey had reached its conclusion.

Instead, he sat in absolute silence as the others looked on with sadness in their eyes and sorrow in their hearts.

Out of the nine of the boys of Blackstone only James and himself had chosen to leave. The others stood waiting in the cold for them to take their final steps and to leave them all behind.

“Should we say a few words?” James smiled sadly.

“Can’t.” Brian shook his head. “We have to keep moving.”

“I taught you well.” He laughed. Peter could hear the sorrow in his voice. That James did not want to laugh but rather cry at the loss of his closest friends.

“Take care of yourself, asshole.”

“You too, Brian. I’ve left all the jewelry behind with you. I hope that you can use it wherever you settle down.”

“Thanks. I hope you find happiness back home. I hope we never see each other again. But more importantly, I hope you’re right about being safe back home.”

“Odd way to say goodbye.” James laughed again. “We made it this far. I’m sure we can go even further. Blackstone can’t kidnap us twice from the same place, right? Just watch your back out there okay. Be vigilant and alert.”

“I gotcha. Well I got some good traveling companions with me.” Brian smirked.

“Yeah,” Blossom chimed in nodding his head. “Well take good care of Brian for you, James. Don’t worry.”

“You make it sound like we’re fucking breaking up.” He laughed. “Stay safe. All of you. Don’t stop running until you can’t then keep on going. I’m going to miss each and every one of you. I’m going to miss you all so damn much.”

“Same. I’d give you a hug,” Jasmine laughed. “But I’m afraid I’d never let go.”

“Come into New York City and see me sometime when it’s all calm, yeah?”

“That’s a trick.” Tulip smiled.

“Yes, it was, and you passed.” James sniffled. “I’m so proud of you all. I’m glad I could call you my brothers. I couldn’t have asked for any bigger badasses than you all.”

“Hey Peter, make sure James doesn’t break down before his flight.” Darwin called.

“Yeah and make sure he doesn’t run back out here to look for us either!” Clover laughed.

“Yeah, yeah.” He nodded as he felt his own tears form. “He’s in good hands.”

“I-“James began but Brian quickly opened the driver’s side door and waved them off.

“Stop stalling and get out of here, you two!”

“We’ll be fine! Just go!” Daisy smiled. “Go!” He repeated.

“So long then.” Peter nodded as he took James’ arm and led him away.

“Goodbye!” He heard Brian shout after them.

“Good luck!” James yelled back, his voice barely holding itself together. He gripped on to Peter’s arm tightly as the two walked together towards the massive building before them.

“Thanks for having my back, Peter.” He smiled. He heard the van roar to life, but he didn’t dare to back around to look and neither did James. He knew that he had the same fear. That if they had looked back, they might have run back to their friends.

“Of course.” Peter nodded. “Do you think we can have our talk now.”

“Yeah.” James spoke quietly. “I’ll give you whatever help you need to save Dennis and Daniel. Do you have anything in mind?”

“I think we should go to my brother. He’s got some pull and a bit of connections. I think he’d be more than willing to listen to us.” Peter grimaced at the thought of revealing himself to Oscar. How would his older brother react to the truth of his visit so long ago?

“Sounds good. Can I ask you for a favor?”

“What?”

“Peter, I’d like to go home first. I want to at least tell my folks that I’m alive and here again. I won’t be long, but Betturkey would you allow me that?”

“What about Daniel? What about Dennis?” Peter growled. “Are we just going to let them suffer back there?”

“I know!” James stamped his foot down. “I know! But please, I need just a day or two. I just want to see my Mom again.”

Peter felt his stomach drop as he uttered those words. He remembered his own mother, her warm smile and tight hugs. His mother who filled his house with love and songs. His mother, who always told him to do the right the thing, to be himself, and to be a good man. He would have given anything to see her again. To hug her tightly and never let go. He would’ve done anything.

“I,” He cleared his throat to avoid crying right then and there. “I understand. Just a few days, okay? We have to do act quickly.”

“You got it.” James nodded as they entered the airport. “I suppose that this is goodbye then.”

“For now.” Peter smiled. “How are you going to find me?”

“You won’t be hard to find, Peter Baker of Glendale, Pennsylvania.” He extended his hand towards him with a smile. Peter gladly took it into a tight handshake. “James Dougherty of New York, New York.”

“A Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dougherty.”

“Likewise, Mr. Baker.” The two laughed as let go and smiled.

“Make sure you get to your plane alright.”

“Of course.”

“I’ll be seeing you.” Peter nodded taking a step away.

“Yeah, you will.” James nodded.

Then they finally, they went their separate ways. There was no direct flight to Glendale. Instead, he would have to work his way home from Philadelphia which wasn’t too difficult. James had provided him with several hundred dollars in cash as well as a pre-paid visa card that he had gotten when they had stopped for clothes.

He had flown a few times in his life. But never recently, eventually, he found his security line and passed through. He didn’t know how James had procured this ID, but he’d be damned if it didn’t look as official as humanly possible. So, it wasn’t until he was face-to-face with the TSA agent that he began to worry that perhaps using a fake ID wasn’t the smartest move in the world.

The man’s blue eyes drifted down to his license and back up to his face. For a moment, he wanted to run. For just a split second, he thought for sure that this plan was about to blow up in his face. But then the man simply nodded and handed him back his card and his ticket and motioned him forward and he passed without any further incident. The mass of travelers on their way to various destinations drawing his attention far more than the girlish boy in front of him.

There was an odd sort of lull that Peter had found himself in as he walked past the security checkpoint and into the airport proper.

It was over. It was finally over. All of it had finally come to an end. He stopped and just let it all wash over him.

He was safe. He was fine. He was beyond fine. All of his anxiety, his anger, his fury, his rage, his despair, and his depression flowed out of him in this moment. A warm feeling filled his heart and he felt the familiar crackle of euphoria begin to spread through him. In a few hours, he would return to Glendale. In just a few hours, he would return home once again. He couldn’t wait to see Ted and Charlie. To tell them what had happened, to recruit them in his righteous crusade against the horrors that awaited them back west.

He couldn’t wait to see his father. He had hated his father for his lack of strength but now? Now he didn’t care if the man had no spine at all, he was still his father through and through. He understood how much pain it must have been to lose something so close to him. He understood what it felt like to simply shut down. He was ready to forgive him. Ready to move on with his life alongside his family once more.

He didn’t look forward to inevitable conversation of his changed appearance. He didn’t look forward to telling Oscar about the true Mrs. Tyson. How he had accepted money from a demon who only wanted to use him to hurt his younger brother. That when he had arrived as Sarina, he didn’t see what was so obviously in front of him.

The thought of that evening made him gag slightly. But he could not even imagine how Oscar would feel when the truth finally shone down upon them. His brother would surely be able to help. He must have had connections to media, politicians, to anyone who was willing to help him drag Blackstone screaming into the light. It was a massive task. Anything as large as Blackstone would be. But he needed help if he was ever going to save his friend. If he was ever going to make sure that there was never another boy like him. Another boy like Arnold Collins. Another victim of their demented games.

Peter arrived at the gate without a single delay and sat down Betturkey Giriş with a heavy groan of exhaustion in his bones. He had for the last day slept in a solid metal death trap that was sort of made hospitable by the inclusion of a bunch of blankets. He was glad that Brian was a solid driver because otherwise if they had gotten into a single accident, he’d likely have died in that stupid van.

He stared off into space for a moment. His eyes simply observing all those who passed by flitting like busy bees from one place to the next. He couldn’t help but notice that the gate for James’ flight was right across the way. He laughed to himself. After all that dramatic goodbyes, he would see him again so soon!

James’ flight left in a half-hour. He had figured that he would have sure been by the gate by now. He shrugged as he stood up from his seat and walked to the store across the way. It was a small convenience style store with some fridges stocked with colorful drinks and pre-packaged snacks as well as shelves of candy, electronics, and a wall dedicated to cheap dime-store books. Aside from himself, the only other person was the large bored looking woman who stood behind the counter.

“Morning!” He called in a bright cheery voice. He couldn’t help but to let his joy flow with every word. He didn’t even glance at the wall of books for a second before picking a random one with an illustration of an old Mayan Temple labeled “Search for the Blood Sunstone.”

“Morning.” She grumbled back minutes later. “How can I help you?”

“Just uh,” Peter trailed off as he grabbed a pack of bubble gum. “These two please.”

“Sure.” She said as he took the items from his hands and scanned them quickly. “Four ninety-five.”

“Here.” Peter smiled as he handed her the card. “I hope there’s enough on there.” She didn’t even look at him while she swiped the card and then returned the items back to him.

“Enjoy your flight.”

“Thanks!” He nodded as he returned to his seat. He sat down once more and crossed his legs as he cracked open the book and began to read.

The story was simple and dumb. An Indiana Jones rip-off by the name of Jersey Black was running from terrorists in a small town in Mexico. He was dodging gunfire while he held fast to a red stone the size of his fist that pulsated strangely with light.

“Now boarding flight 1498 to John F. Kennedy Airport.” The PA. called breaking him out of his quiet trace as he read, and he shot a glance over to the gate. A small mass of people had stood up and began to form a large line blocking his view.

“Is this seat taken?” A girl from beside him asked. She was small and mousey carrying a bright red suitcase standing next to another taller girl with a blue one.

“No.” He shook his head not even looking any further at them. The two of them flopped down next to on both sides of him. But he didn’t think much of it. He shrugged as he leaned back with a sigh and popped a piece of gum in his mouth.

There was nothing to worry about. James must be at the gate already and likely slipped by to avoid an awkward reunion. Still, he couldn’t help but shake with fear at the idea of James being left behind. He stood to his feet; his eyes focused directly ahead for any sign of his red-haired friend. After all, how hard could it have been to spot him. It had been hours, he had sat down, so, where was he?

As he stood, someone grabbed his wrist and he glanced down as true fear struck him numb and confused.

From his left, the girl with the red suitcase pressed in his hands a small red plastic ornamental rose. A locket was hanging around her neck. Engraved in ornate script was a symbol he feared the most.

A odd shaped P wearing a crown.

He yanked himself free from their grip as the rose tumbled from his finger and to the floor. His breath was short, his heartbeat faster than ever before and time began to crawl to standstill. As he stepped back and glanced towards the exit, he couldn’t help but notice a security guard carrying a gun looking directly at him. The man spoke something into his radio as he began to pick up speed. He glanced back at the two girls as tears formed in his eyes and the back towards the man. From the other end of the hallway, another guard began to approach just as fast. He spun frantically on his heels looking for any sort of help, for any sort of reprieve but found nothing but stunned, confused, and frightened faces of the other passengers staring back at him.

Peter Baker couldn’t help but cry as he fell to his knees and surrendered to the inevitable.

—

On The Beaches of Bora Bora

3 Years Later

June 5th, 2019

She dug her toes into the warm sand as she sipped on her second drink of the day. It was normally improper to drink such sugary drinks so early and so often and yet she did not Betturkey Güncel Giriş care. She knew that today was special, that today was going to be amazing. The young man who served her drinks could not help but stare at the beautiful goddess of a woman laid out in the sand before him. A slender girl with hair the color of gold, eyes the color of grass, and an hourglass frame that would make any man think twice of looking away. She stirred her drink with a small laugh as she toyed with him. Moving ever so slightly to let him see her prized possession. Her plump and pillowy bottom. He stammered as he spoke to her. Even more as she slowly ran a hand down her thigh and ever closer to her crotch but before he could even think about another glance at her forbidden fruit, she banished him away to go back to her work.

She had an appointment to keep even in the pure bliss of the turquoise sea that so eagerly tried to lap at her feet. Her phone began to ring, and she let her lips curl into a smile as she answered it.

“Hello, sir.” She cooed.

“How good to hear from you, Rose. How is your vacation?” Her Doctor’s voice was full of love and joy. He was always such a warm man and she loved every bit of him.

“Relaxing. I’ve been following your instructions, Doctor J. I’ve kept a log of the dreams I’ve been having recently. It’s been helpful. Thank you.”

“How good!” He laughed. “I’m so proud of you my little Rose. You’ve come such a long way. Do you still feel nervous or scared?”

“No,” She shook her head as she wiggled her toes in the sand. “You’re right. I think writing this stuff down proves to me that it’s just fiction. Just dreams no matter how real they feel or otherwise.”

“Good!”

“Thank you again, Doctor Johnson.” She smiled. “I don’t where I’d be without all your help.”

“Oh Rose, it’s my pleasure. Please say hello to George for me.”

“I will!” She beamed. “Thank you!”

“Well, I’ll let you get back to your vacation. Goodbye my sweet.”

“Goodbye, Doctor!” She cooed. “Have a wonderful evening.”

‘You as well, my dear.” He laughed as she hung up. She loved her little chats with her doctor. Enough to bring her back when she felt down. Enough to always keep her in the right mind for her loving man.

“Rose?” George called. He was an middle-aged man with creamy white skin and an average build. There was nothing unique about him physically. Yet, his eyes. God, she loved his gorgeous blue eyes. Eyes so blue it would make the ocean jealous. Eyes so full of love and joy that they lit up a room when he entered.

“Mr. Oberlin.” She called as she turned to face him. Gone was his fancy Italian suits. Instead, he wore only a pair of swimming trunks as he carried a towel in his hands.

“Now Rose, we’ve spoken about this.” He smiled.

“I’m just teasing George!” She giggled. He sat down beside her quickly grabbing hold of her shoulder and gently pulling her in close.

“How are you today, my beautiful princess?” He purred in her ear as he kissed the top of her head.

“I’m well my king.” She said nuzzling into his warm chest. He was so caring, so open, and so comfortable. She felt as if she could melt away and stay forever in his embrace.

“Rose, I’ve something to ask you.”

“Yes?” He let go of her for a moment and stood back up quickly getting down to on one knee in front of her.

“Oh!” She gasped as she clasped a hand around her mouth as the tears began to form in her eyes. “George…”

“Rose, my love, my princess, my beautiful angel. I love everything that you are, everything that you will be, I love your laugh and your smile and the way that you make me feel. I’d be honored to share my kingdom with you, my darling. Rose, would you be my queen?” Slowly, the love of her life revealed a black box and opened to reveal a beautiful red diamond ring sitting upon a velvet cushion. She could see herself in its reflection. See how the tears poured down her cheeks and her makeup with it.

“Yes!” She sobbed as she jumped forward and into his arms. “Yes!” She shouted. He took hold of her as they embraced. His lips meeting hers and his hands gently cradling her body. She could only feel the heat of their passion stir within her as the world began to slowly fade away. Gone were the beaches, the sand, the water, and the air. Instead, for a moment they floated in beautiful ecstasy together. He took hold of her delicate hands as they broke apart and slipped the diamond on to her finger. She couldn’t help but to cry harder as he clutched her tightly in his arms.

“I love you Rose Oberlin.” He cooed into his ear.

“I love you, George Oberlin.” She sobbed back. “I love you so much.” As the waves lapped at the beach in front of them, as the bird sang overhead, they lay together on the warm beach in glorious harmony. She was utterly complete. She was finally at the place she belonged. And so, as she wiped the tears from her eyes and stared deeply into her fiancé’s eyes she said,

“What did I do to deserve this?”

*****

END OF ACT 3 – SETTING

NEXT TIME: The Rose Diaries – Epilogue

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“I’d only have fifteen minutes if I stopped by.”

“I’ll make it worth your while. You know I will.”

He wasn’t my husband. He was my master. And I knew he would. He owned my body, specifically my moist center that reacted to him in such a basic primal way. I was tired, my legs were killing me from my spin class, but my pussy was tingling.

“I’m on my way.”

The remaining blocks stretched out for miles. Anticipation made my heart beat faster, my breath came harder, and my panties grew damper. Finally, I was pulling into the driveway and jumping out of the car.

He stood there, looking cool, calm and reserved. I grinned at him sheepishly and he stretched his arms out for a hug. I stepped up to him, and he enveloped me in his arms, warm and firm.

“That’s a good girl. Did my naughty little slut miss me?” He murmured in my ear.

“Mmhmm…” I moaned breathlessly.

He led me through his house and into the bedroom. He had spread a blanket on the floor by the bed; I couldn’t help but giggle when I saw it. Master was prepared for what was coming next.

“Get ready for me. I’ll be right back.” He exited the room and I didn’t even hesitate. I removed my shoes and my jacket and had my hands on my tights when he returned to the room. He narrowed his eyes, closed the door and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe. I swallowed and tried to read his gaze.

He grabbed my face in his hands and plundered my mouth with his, hard and insistent. As I wrapped myself around him and fell into the kiss, I faintly registered that his mouth wasn’t the only thing that was hard and insistent.

I xslot reached down to grab at his erection and that earned me another growl followed by his arms pinning mine behind my back. I whimpered in frustration but then quickly sighed into submission when his teeth sank into my neck.

He turned with his back to the bed releasing my arms, giving me a stern look that dared me to move. I squirmed, eager to be touching his hot hard throbbing member but I didn’t move.

He lowered his pants and his full ten and a half inches sprang free, the tip already moist and dripping. A whining noise escaped my throat while I stood there wishing I could have it in my hands or in my mouth or deep in my hot wet greedy pussy.

After his pants were removed he sat on the bed and raised his eyebrow at me and I quickly got to my knees and scooted close. My eyes met his again and then I descended on him my mouth opened wide to swallow him deep into my mouth. Unable to get it on the first pass I eagerly continued coating him with my saliva until I felt the head press past my gag reflex and my throat contracted around him causing him to moan.

“Oh fuck that’s a good naughty little cock sucker. You like my big dick in your mouth, don’t you little slut?”

Humming to the affirmative I didn’t relent at sucking him for all I was worth, pressing at my reflex and retreating gasping for breath every couple of strokes until I felt his hand grip my hair

“Get the fuck up here”

I scrambled to my feet and our lips collided as he spread my legs and shoved his fingers between my trembling thighs. They pushed into my moistness and the tips dug into my sensitive center driving me closer to that first orgasm. Just when I was quaking under his mastery xslot Giriş he stopped and pushed me back a step.

Panting and shaking I waited until he stood and then he walked around behind me grabbed my hair by the nape of my neck and his voice rumbled in my ear,

“Do you think you deserve this hot cock in that naughty little pussy?” He whispered.

I moaned and squirmed shaking my ass back at him. I could barely stand the torture. His hands pressed into my shoulder blades until I lowered into our favorite position and I spread my legs invitingly hoping he wouldn’t make me wait long

His fingers entered me again spreading this time to prepare me for his assault. Then I felt the dripping tip of him against my thigh and I tried to press back to get him inside me. He swore and then smacked my ass hard reminding me that I wasn’t in charge.

Finally, when I felt I was going to beg, he speared me and I cried out as his cock finally filled the aching emptiness inside of me. My pussy immediately started to cream and convulse around his invasion and I was crying out in ecstasy. I loved how he bottomed out right into my cervix.

I was squeezing my muscles around him trying to reach that peak when his hands gripped into my hips hard and he started to pummel my tight, hot, wet little pussy for all he was worth. This time I didn’t have to work for the orgasm the orgasm started to work me. It flooded out of me in a hard hot wet spray splashing the blanket on his floor and running down my legs

Another and another and another. I couldn’t see, couldn’t breathe, all I could do was feel. It washed over me in a torrent until I had no strength to hold my upper body up and I was just slumped on the bed taking his powerful thrusts.

He xslot Güncel Giriş suddenly pulled out leaving me laying there like a puddle. My body was heaving trying desperately to catch my breath.

“Oh no I’m not done with you yet” my master threatened. He grabbed my leg and flipped me to my back. I was half off the bed and not in the best position. He soon remedied that by grabbing both of my legs throwing them over his shoulders. As he pushed me up and onto the bed he thrust deep back into my ravaged wetness.

From this angle he was both stroking my g spot and grinding my sensitive clit and the feelings were cascading over me out of control. I started to be unable to hold back my cries and so soon I was howling and incoherently begging for mercy. Leaning up onto my body to hold my sweaty limp legs into place, his hands grabbed mine. Gripping tight, his mouth latched onto my breast as he thrust powerfully and twice as fast. His teeth bit into my nipple and my whole body went super nova. I screamed and bucked no longer unable to remotely have any coherent ability to withstand the overwhelming mastery of my Dom.

He shouted out and I felt his seed burst into me and then drip out onto my thighs as my quivering muscles continued to squirt forth their own orgasmic juices. We lay there for just a moment out bodies soaked with sweat and out other fluids shaking and gasping for oxygen.

I felt him withdraw and my muscles immediately started to protest from the onslaught. I involuntarily started to chuckle when my vision cleared and I saw him standing there with the bottom half of his t shirt soaked with my cum.

He cocked an eyebrow at me but then chuckled as well.

The euphoria of the moment was disturbed when my phone started to jingle with the sound of my alarm. It was time to return to my normal rather boring suburban housewife life. I gathered my clothes, shaking as I got dressed. We walked out to my car. We embraced again and promised to keep in touch.

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Brunette

Foreword.

Hey, everyone! Westfjordian here. This story is a bit different, from my other two stories, on here. It’s the first part of a series, commissioned by anonymous, and while it’s not my usual fair, I decided to go for it. It features a gorgeous, tall and thick ebony Futa goddess, who has a huge cock. And I mean huge. She also has a juicy pussy, hiding behind her heavy balls.

Our seven foot, Futa protagonist, is extremely dominant, while her little, white boyslut, is a submissive, five foot four waif, who is so shy, and socially awkward, that he might as well be on the spectrum.

I think it might be best, to simply ignore everything you know about the human body, and this thing we call reason, before you dive into this story. It’s not meant to be taken very seriously.

So, to clarify, this story features a very dominant Futa, some coercion, her submissive boy, very rough fucking, bondage and smothering. She’s going to fuck him while he’s passed out from pleasure, too. There will be some cigar smoking, excessive cum, cum eating, cock addiction, and pet play. And a little bit of humiliation, but nothing too bad. She adores her sweet pet, after all.

Also, I am not a native speaker, so there may be some mistakes in here, and I apologize, for missing them, and I humbly ask for your patience. Thank you.

And, as always, all those who engage in sexual activities, are off age.

The Queen

“Hello, there, dear Fantasyland fans! I’m Cleo, the wife of the creator of this game, Charles Lansing. Since news of his marriage surfaced on the net, the forum has exploded with questions, about the whole affair. I have decided, that it would be a good idea, if we came out with the whole story, ourselves.

I suppose I should start by telling you a little bit about myself, before I go into the story. My name is Cleopatra ‘Cleo’ Adelakun, and I am a descendant of the Futas of the Tribes. Tribe of the Lion, to be exact. I could tell you more about the Tribes, but that’s another story.

“Why on the restricted section of the forum, you ask? Because this is one hell, of a raunchy tale!”

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I woke up with a yawn, but lay still in my bed, for a while. No need to get up. After all, I had lost my job as Assistant Director of a small, local tech firm, a few weeks ago. I guess fucking the owner’s son up the ass, in the store room, hadn’t been the best idea. I couldn’t help, but sigh at the memory. He’d been so deliciously tight! I sighed again. Barely on the right side of thirty, and unemployed, had not been in my plans, but sometimes, my cock had needs, that can’t be ignored.

That bastard, John Rawlins. He was well connected, and no one was willing to hire me, anywhere around here, and especially not in the same business, I had been in. And that was despite my having graduated from Berkeley, at the top of my class in computer science.

I had branched out, the week before, trying to find something, but no dice. Money was getting really tight, and I was desperate, so the night before, I had replied to an ad for a job as a live in maid. I had sent a picture, and my resume, as requested.

Then, just before I got out of bed, my phone pinged. An e-mail? I turned onto my side, and reached for my phone on the bedstand, unlocked it, and read the mail. Apparently, Kate Lansing, the person who posted the ad, liked the look of me, and was especially happy that I had a technical background. She was asking, if I could come to the house, for an interview.

Hell yes!

I got out of bed, and made my way over to my closet, to pick out something to wear. Before I did, however, I took a moment, as I always do, to admire my body. A seven foot , thick African goddess, with skin like milk chocolate.

I cupped my massive G cups, and fondled them a bit, before I slid my hands down my toned stomach, narrow waist, and wide hips. I couldn’t resist squeezing my big booty, for good measure. I didn’t reach down to my thighs, but I just love how thick they are. Perfect for smothering guys. I don’t work out, but I love, how my stomach stays somewhat trim, while all my weight gain seems to go to my boobs, thighs, and ass.

Yes, I love every part of my body. But most of all, I love my massive cock. I stroked my hand down, through my bush, and hefted my cock in my right hand. Ten inches long, and two inches thick, when soft, and a whopping eighteen inches long, and six inches thick, when hard.

I went for my tangerine sized balls with my left hand, and moaned when I rolled them around. I could almost feel the cum sloshing around in there. They’re always full, and I have to get off, at least once a day, because otherwise, I get blue balled. And trust me, you do not want to run afoul of Cleopatra ‘Cleo’ Adelakun, when she hasn’t cum in a while.

My hand let go of my balls, slid behind them, and my long fingers found the treasure hidden there. My lovely, juicy cunt. Oh, it was just so tight, having never xslot been penetrated, by anything but my toys. No man had ever touched it. With his cock, that is. I have them eat me out, of course.

I stopped playing with myself, and got into the shower. Once that was done, I put on what I’d chosen. Apparently, Kate had put up the ad, on behalf of her brother, who was some tech whiz. Perhaps he was a cutie. Maybe he was an old fart. In any case, I wanted to make a good impression on him.

I settled on a skin tight, red turtle neck, and tight jeans, that would show off my thick booty and thighs, and didn’t do a thing to hide my cock. She’s beautiful, and I’ve never been ashamed of her, and I certainly don’t mind people knowing I’m packing. Hell, I’d walk around naked everywhere, if I could.

I put on a cute necklace, and eyed myself critically, in the mirror. I reached up, and grabbed a lock of my frizzy hair, debating whether I should take my flat iron, and do some hairscaping. I eventually decided against it. I usually let my hair do what it wants. I am big, in every way. Big body, big hair, big personality.

Before I left my place, I put on a pair of three inch sandals, that I knew would do some wonderful things to my calves. I had called an Uber, earlier, and he was waiting for me, when I stepped out, and into the California sun.

I got into the car, and off we went to West Atherton. I was wondering just who the guy was, if he was living over there, in the most expensive neighbourhood in Silicon Valley. Oh, Goddess, I hoped he wasn’t some snot nosed brat, that I’d have to babysit, or an arrogant ass, who liked to brag about his money. The thought nearly turned my stomach.

I was almost late, when we finally turned up to the gate to this mansion, that was a little out of the way, and surrounded by what seemed to be a forest of trees. The gate was open, and we drove right through. The car stopped at the front entrance, and a woman, who seemed to be in her mid thirties was waiting on the door step.

She was pretty enough, I guess. Five four, and thin. Flat chest, I noticed with some gratification. Couldn’t have weighed more than 120 pounds. She wore a professional looking pants suit, and her blonde hair was done in a tight bun. I disliked her immediately. Even more, when she stared at me like I was some kind of freak. Her eyes lingered on my massive bulge, and I was tempted to take it out, and give her a real close look.

“Ms. Adelakun, I presume?” she asked in an arrogant voice.

“Yes,” I replied, and just managed to keep my tone civil. Two minutes in, and I was already hating the sister of my prospective boss.

“Good. Follow me,” she said, and turned around.

I followed, gritting my teeth, wondering if I’d made a huge mistake. She took me on a small tour around the house, before we entered a small office, and she walked around the desk, sat down, and motioned for me, to do the same.

“Onto business. The main reason, why I decided to hire a live in maid, is because I am going on a month long cruise, around the Caribbean. I need someone here, to make sure the kid eats, and try to get him to leave his room. Cook, and do the laundry, and take care of his room. And check, if there’s anything that needs cleaning. A crew comes in, twice a month, and cleans the rest of the place.”

My heart sank. A snot nosed brat, after all. “Alright.”

She saw the look on my face, and she actually smiled at me, though it was a frigid, mirthless thing. “Don’t worry, Ms. Adelakun. Charles won’t be much of a bother; he’s a good boy. In fact, you might not see too much of him. He spends almost all of his time, working.”

“And what is that,” I asked, my spirits somewhat raised. “His job, I mean.”

“Have you ever heard of Fantasyland? My brother created that game.”

I stared at her. Her brother had created Fantasyland, the most popular online game over the last five years? Over at Berkeley, they even used the game as an example, on how to be innovative at a time, where something new was hard to come by. No wonder he was rich.

“There’s another thing you need to know, Ms-“

That’s where I stopped her. “It’s Cleo, Ms. Lansing.”

She nodded, and I was rather annoyed she didn’t tell me, that I could call her Kate, or Katherine, or whatever the hell her name was. I was liking her less, and less.

“As I was saying, Cleo, there’s one more thing you need to know, before we go into the contract. Charles is on the… spectrum, I guess you could say. He’s never been formally diagnosed, but he’s extremely shy, and doesn’t do well with people. He’s awkward. So, I’ve found it’s best to not pressure him. So, it may be a few days, before he’s ready to meet you.”

“Alright,” I said. “Seems simple enough. How old is he?”

“Nineteen,” she replied. “Not so young, to cause you problems. Here’s a recent picture.”

She pulled out a picture from a drawer in her desk. For some reason, xslot Giriş that bothered me. He was her brother, and she didn’t have his picture on the top of her desk, but in her desk? Upside down, even. And she was just so cold. Something wasn’t right.

She handed me the picture, and I instantly regretted, not stroking myself off, before I left. Charles Lansing, was the single most gorgeous human being I had ever seen. Short, blonde hair, and dark blue eyes, which were framed with these cute, square rimless glasses. His neck was long, and slender, like the rest of his body.

My cock stirred, when I noted his narrow waist, and slightly flared hips. Oh, he was dreamy, alright. Another lurch of my cock, and I realized, that if this interview would take much longer, I’d be in real trouble, because my balls were starting to ache. They had already been almost full, when I left my place, but seeing Charles, had really got my cum factory going, and my balls were starting to become hot.

“So, are you interested?” Kate asked, with a raised brow, and I realized I’d been staring at the picture. Stupid woman, showing a horny Cleo, a picture of such a perfect little thing. The irrational part of my mind, kept telling me that she was torturing me on purpose, and that I should slam her onto the tabletop, and fuck her brains out. Too bad for Kate and her cunt, that I wasn’t a lesbian.

I nodded, and handed the picture back. “Yes, I am. How’s the pay?”

At that, her face morphed into a sneer, and she handed me a folder, while shaking her head. “I wanted to pay you the standard rate, of fifteen dollars an hour. Charles disagreed.”

I wondered what that meant, as I opened the folder. My eyes quickly found the salary section, and my eyes almost bugged out. I looked at Kate, then back at the paper, and back at her.

“A hundred and fifty, per hour?” I asked, not believing my eyes. I almost groaned. The excitement went straight to my cock.

“Indeed,” she said, with that same sneer. “For a simple maid. It’s ridiculous.”

I was starting to get very pissed at her, my blue balls fuelling my anger. “Well, he just wants people to be paid well, and he can certainly afford it, if you don’t mind my saying so.”

The sneer deepened, but she didn’t say anything. She handed me a pen, and I signed my name. She handed me my own copy, slammed the folder shut, and stuck it into a file cabinet, and rounded on me.

“Can you start, today?”

That took me by surprise, but I couldn’t see why not. “Sure.”

She nodded. “Good. I leave the house in your care, then. In the backyard, there’s a guest house, Charles wants you to use. It has everything you need.” She looked at her watch. “It’s three thirty. It should give you enough time, to acquaint yourself properly with the house, before you start with dinner. Charles expects his dinner to be ready at seven, sharp. Bring it to his room, and knock. If he doesn’t answer, leave it on the floor.”

And with that, she dismissed me, with a wave of her hand. Arrogant bitch. I quit her office, and made my way to the foyer. Once I was there, I couldn’t take it any more, and rushed out the backdoor, and into the guest house.

I went straight to the bathroom., locked the door, and sat down on the toilet seat. I quickly undid the button on my jeans, and out came both my cock, and heavy, cum filled balls. My balls felt really hot, and actually hurt, when I touched them, they were so full of cum. I wasn’t going to do anything fancy, just rub one out, so that I could function properly for the rest of the day.

I began stroking my cock gently, because I knew it would hurt, if my balls bounced. A stream of precum started flowing from my cock, and I sighed in satisfaction, as my slick hand glided effortlessly up and down my meaty member, which was rapidly growing.

A few strokes later, she was standing in all her eighteen inch glory, glistening with precum, the veins on her throbbing. I closed my eyes, put my other hand on my cock, and pictured Charles on his knees, staring at my cock with his beautiful, doe eyes. Almost like a man, who’d gone a week in the desert, without water.

He would slowly reach out his hand, and gently feel my cock with his fingertips, and bring them to his mouth, covered in precum. He would then suckle them clean, and dive in for more, his open mouth leading the way. He was desperate, to get it straight from the source.

By that time, I was unbelievably horny, and my cock was liberally flowing with precum. My balls had now become adjusted to the bounce, and didn’t hurt as much, so I sped up. My cock wasn’t the only thing that was wet and overflowing, however.

With my right hand furiously working my cock, I slid the fingers of my left behind my balls, and into my steaming hot box. Goddess, it was so hot, I almost burned myself. I worked two fingers inside my cunt, while my thumb frigged my impressive clit.

I moaned loudly, and leaned xslot Güncel Giriş my head back. I was getting close. I let myself imagine Charles with his face buried in my pussy, while I jerked myself off. I’d have to be careful of not beating his head too much with my heavy balls. He might get a concussion, otherwise.

Then, with a drawn out moan, I came. The first blast splattered against the ceiling, and the second, as well, before I angled my cock a bit, and came in my own face. Well, that was a first. The next shot wasn’t as powerful, and landed on my stomach.

All through that, my left hand hadn’t stopped working my pussy, and when I was just about through my cockgasm, my cunt went through a spasm, and I began creaming from there, as well. I squirted my juices out, with some force, and completely drenched my pants.

When it was done, I slumped back on the toilet, completely satisfied, for once. The cum on the ceiling dripped down on me, almost like it was raining, and I was covered in it. I looked up. How the hell was I going to clean that?

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Two hours later, I emerged from the guest house, in a robe, I’d found in the closet. Luckily, it was large enough, that I wasn’t too revealed, but it showed a lot of my thighs, and cleavage, regardless. My cock was tucked underneath the sash.

I made my way over to the kitchen, and found the menu for the week. Today was a Thursday, so it was chicken breast, with steamed vegetables. Nice. I loved chicken. I began busying myself with dinner. I was a great cook, and I knew the kid was going to love it.

Then, after a while, I felt like I was being watched. I turned around, and lo and behold, there the gorgeous creature himself was, watching me toil away. We stared at each other, and I was struck speechless, which never happens.

Goddess, he was even more beautiful in real life. All five foot four, of him. He was standing close to the door, and looked like he would bolt at the first opportunity, but was still trying to muster what little courage there was.

I recovered first, of course. “Hello, there!” I said, my voice cheerful. “I’m Cleo, your new maid. I apologize for the way I’m dressed. I had an accident, earlier, and this was the only thing in the closet in the guest house, that came even remotely close to fitting. “

He didn’t respond. “Come here,” I said firmly.

He slowly made his way over to me, his eyes flighty, and uncertain. He glanced up at my eyes, but turned his head, and looked at the frying pan.

“Let’s try this again,” I said in a tone, that brooked no argument. “I’m Cleo, your new maid.”

Again, he stole a glance up at me. “I’m Charles. It-it’s nice to meet you.” Another glance. “You can wear whatever makes you comfortable, I don’t mind.”

I smiled at him. He was adorable, but way too shy. He hadn’t stolen a single glance at my cleavage, and I was sorely disappointed.

“Is my sister gone?” he asked.

I frowned. She was leaving for a month, and she hadn’t even bidden him farewell? “The Dragon Lady is gone, yes.”

I saw him visibly relax. The more I saw of this household, the less I liked it. I was just finishing with the food, and I thought now might be a good time to get to know Charles. No. Charlie. That fitted him much better.

“We’re eating in the dining room, Charlie,” I said, and smiled at him.

“I- I usually eat in my room. By myself,” he said, with a slight stutter.

I raised a brow, and he smiled awkwardly. “That’s over and done with, Charlie. I am not eating by myself, and you need to step out of that room, every now and then. Go sit down, and I’ll bring the food. I’ve already set the table.”

He nodded slowly, and left the room, and my eyes were glued to his ass. Goddess, he was gorgeous! A minute later, I came out with the food, and saw him sitting by the end of the table, his phone in his hand. My eyes narrowed. My mother had always forbidden phones at the table. She said they were a distraction, that supper was a time families were supposed to spend together, and talk about their day.

I put the food down on the table, and sat down on the other side of the table. I gave him a large portion. I then put some on my own plate, and began eating. It was really good, if I do say so, myself. When Charlie hadn’t begun eating, after a while, I put a finger on top of the phone, and slowly pressed down on it.

“Look at me,” I demanded, and he obeyed. “Your sister may be alright, with you eating in your room, and shutting yourself off from the world. Or perhaps, she gave up. I will not. We will eat our meals together, in this room, or the kitchen. And no phones permitted.”

He stared at me, and looked like he might actually argue with me, but wisely held his tongue. He meant to put his phone in his pocket, but I held out my hand. He looked at it for a moment, then gave it to me. I took the phone, and slowly eased it down into my enormous cleavage. I felt really happy, when he stared at it in complete awe, his eyes big as saucers.

“I’ll give it to you after dinner. Go on,” I said, after a moment. “Eat.”

He shook his head clear, grabbed his utensils, and took a large bite. “This is really good!” he said, with some enthusiasm.

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It had been one of those days where you wish you had chosen flats and support tights. But no, that wouldn’t have felt appropriate for the new head of human resources. Impressions are everything in this business. Back to back meetings from nine am to seven pm had taken its toll on my calves, my back and for that matter my mood. It was one of those days I get a little jealous of male colleagues who sit comfortably in Saville Row suits and black expensive shoes. My jealousy lifts as I catch a glance at my image in the glass walls that line the corridor on the ninth floor; five foot eight, six foot in my four inch red heels, toned legs, tight black silk skirt, red blouse. Whilst those guys in the board room were relaxed in their uniform suits, they could never have been comfortable with me in the room. They would have been mentally and physically distracted by my presence, and from their posture, I can tell they found it difficult to hide their erections every time I crossed my legs.

My last meeting of the day had been cancelled, thank god, so it was back to the office, pick up my jacket, handbag and a few personnel files. As I walk towards my office, the plush one in the far right corner of this floor, I noted the click of my heels are punctuated by the click and hum of the automatic lighting which illuminates my route like a runway. My gait alters as I fantasize about being on a runway at Milan or London Fashion Week. Walking as the models did only a few short weeks ago.

My fantasy is broken as my subconscious mind interrupts my flow, that’s strange! Whilst the corridor lights ahead remained at standby, dimmed to save power, those of my office shone through the blinds, illuminating the last two feet of my route. They are on the same system as all the lights in this amazing building. They switch off after ten minutes if there wasn’t anyone in the room, and then come back to life when you enter.

As I approach I can see someone in the room, the cleaner? A lovely young girl, Eastern European with a sexy little ass. But as I sweep into the room I realised it wasn’t, it was the new boy from sales… Daniel or was it Danny… sitting at my desk. “Daniel… can I help you?”

“Sorry Miss Jones, just leaving you a note, you go on, I’ll finish off and brief you in the morning”

Something was wrong; Daniel was sitting on my side of the desk, and appeared embarrassed. I turn to collect my handbag from the sofa, which is forward and to the left of my desk. I see a reflection in the glass wall, yummy, my lovely shapely legs in my strappy silver heels. I look down and see my legs terminating in my four inch red heels, and then it hits me.

“Daniel please stand up” hesitation… averted eyes… defensive posture…

“Daniel I want you to stand up now, and show me your legs, and for that matter my favourite heels.”

Slowly, very slowly Daniel placed his delicate hands on my desk, leaned forward, and rises from my seat. Omg… he stands in front of me, white panties, hold up shear tan stockings.

“Come around to this side of the desk” my voice steady but with a touch of impatience. “Show me your feet!”

Daniel walked, no glided, from behind the desk, head lowered and eyes focused on his feet. I have to admit; from the waist down he is stunning. I tried to get angry, but felt elated, aroused. I swept my hair from my eyes and then folded my arms and inspected him from head to painted toes.

I reached for my handbag and found my phone. Two flicks of my long red nailed finger across its interactive screen and I had enabled the camera function. Click, flash and it was captured. Not only the image of a sissy boy, but his soul. He was mine…

CHAPTER TWO

Daniel’s file revealed he was just 22 and a recent graduate recruit to our growing xslot sales team. He had been posted to the head office for the last month as induction, but was due to go out on the road next week as a junior sales rep. We sell and maintain high end commercial printers and scanners, and one of our products is most likely installed in your office. His file showed he preferred to be called Danny and was living away from home in one of the many studio flats which surround Swindon.

It took me less than a minute to read his file and come to a fascinating conclusion… I have a new plaything. Danny hadn’t moved or spoken a word since he had revealed his surprising secret. He just stood, elegantly but demurely next to my desk. He looked both silly and erotic in his white cotton shirt and tie, but with white panties, his hold ups and my strappy heels. It is at this point I notice his toenails are a distinctive shade of pink, and there are no signs of hairs on his legs.

“Danny I have to ask, why are you wearing my silver heels?”

He glances up, our eyes meet for a fraction of a second, and then he bursts into tears. Omg, what a sissy boy you are. I sit on the leather sofa, and pat the space next to me and say.

“Danny, come sit with me and explain. Yes you are in trouble, but nothing the head of HR can’t sort out. Tell me why you are wearing women’s underwear, and have a desire to wear my clothes?”

Danny steps over to the sofa, turns effortlessly and sat close to me. So close that our legs touched as he crossed them so delicately, and I feel the wonderful tingle of desire fill my body. Resist it Penny, I tell myself, we must stay objective… for now. I hand Danny a tissue, a tool of the trade in HR, and he wipes his eyes gently, so gently, blows his nose.

“Please don’t be angry Miss Jones. It was harmless fun; you weren’t supposed to be back ’til 8:00.”

“Do you like my heels? Is it a shoe fetish? But why the panties and stockings?”

“I can’t help it Miss Jones, I have a compulsion to wear stockings and heels. I have done since I was a child. I love to walk around the office at night seeing my legs in the reflections. I have just one pair of flat shoes, and when I saw you had left these beautiful heels behind, it was too much to bear. Please, please don’t fire me” he finally begged.

My hand instinctively rested on his knee, a mistake I regretted immediately, but an action which sent that tingle through my body. A feeling I had first felt as an adolescent and would never forget.

“I’m afraid you are in trouble, this is not something we can accept here at PrintSolutions. Do you wear the panties and stockings all the time or just when you think you are alone?”

He started to cry again, but I noticed he had not objected to my hand, which now rested a good four inches above his knee.

“The panties are permanent, I have no male pairs. The stockings I keep in my rucksack with my flats and a few other bits.”

“Like nail varnish?” I ask “Go fetch your things, but first, please take off my shoes”

Danny slipped out of my feels with a surprising feminine grace, and walked out of the room and about twenty yards to his work station. His movements were almost feline and he walked on his toes, as if he still wore my heels. He returned quickly with his treasured possessions. At my request he slowly emptied out the contents.

The normal paraphernalia of a sales rep, files, pens, diary, but then a pink draw string bag. This treasure trove contained two pairs of hold-ups, expensive, a thong, a camisole, a bottle of the pink nail varnish, a battered pair of black ballet slippers which turned out to be his only pair of female shoes, and lastly, and most surprising, a nine inch dildo.

Being a single, I know the value of a good xslot Giriş quality dildo, and this was divine. So much so that I wanted to slip it in there and then; to release all my tension into that tube of bright pink silicone. I resisted… for now. Still no reaction to my hand on his thigh again.

“Look Danny, this I silly and must stop. Can you stop dressing this way, its important I know.”

“No, I’m sorry; I have tried and failed so often. Don’t worry I’ll resign and leave”

“Ok, but there is an alternative.”

I hand him his camisole and ask him to put it on for me. He is bemused, but complies, removing his shirt and tie, and slipping on the camisole. I go to my cupboards and open a full height door which acts as my emergency wardrobe. I pick an old dress that I keep as a reserve for formal disciplinary interviews. It is black, elegant long sleeved with a high neck but on the short side of modest. I hold it against Danny who is now standing in bewilderment.

“This should fit you Dannie” the inflection on his name was lost on him as he eagerly took the dress, unzipped it and stepped inside. I zipped him up and took a long look. The neck line was wrong, but then again he had no boobs to speak of. The waist was tight, and the ass needed work… but overall… sexy.

“Do you like it Dannie…”

This time the feminine form of his name hit him like a wake up call, and he smiled for the first time. He nodded, but looked down, embarrassed.

“I know hunny, you feel funny don’t you.” another nod. I went back to the wardrobe and tossed him an old pair of black patent leather heels, 3 inch in a Mary Jane style. He slid them on and his poise changed. Two more things I thought. Long hard days take it out of a girl, and we have to look our best. Occasionally I have to go straight from work to formal events, such as drinks parties, there are dresses in here that are just for these special occasions. I also like to wear my hair up for such events. Rather than spend hours teasing my long auburn hair into a formal style, I invested in a couple of fantastic wigs. It was my reserve, older wig I place on Dannie’s head. Still auburn, but teased up with strands which fall naturally around the ears.

My second treat for Dannie was to apply some of my makeup. Dannie was in exec as I made his eyes a smoky grey with dark lashes and liner. His lips were painted red, as were his finger nails. When I had finished, Dannie looked like my younger sister. She is so pretty. I leaned forward to kiss her cheek, but was met by her full red lips.

“Sorry Dannie, but this is not going to keep you your job. I just needed to see how femme you could be. I’ve always been a prick tease, now I can be a clitty tease as well” I could see I was having the desired effect. There was a part of Danny which still wanted to be acknowledged. A huge tent had formed in her dress. I reached out and squeezed her clitty, Dannie yelped and then giggled. Her voice had gone up an octave, was that my squeeze, or was she trying to comply with my needs, fighting for her job.

“Sit on the sofa for five minutes whilst I sort things out”

I went to my desk and started up the pc. It actually took me twenty minutes to sort things out to my liking. The printer, one of ours, spat out a pile of paperwork, which I swept up and took over to Dannie.

“Daniel, I told you that your actions could not be tolerated, and the fact that you are sitting here as a woman proves this. This document is your resignation which you will sign, or I will make public the photo I have of you in my heels. Do you understand?

Dannie nodded, took my pen and signed two copies, both spotted with mascara laced tears.

“Your employment is now terminated and you may leave, dressed as you are as xslot Güncel Giriş punishment.”

Dannie almost stumbled as she stood. The first time I had seen her unsteady in heels.

“You can’t humiliate me like this, you dressed me this way. I thought if I complied, you would let me off with a warning… please don’t send me home like this, I beg.”

“I said you may leave, not MUST leave. Read this… it’s a new contract to do tele-sales for us, in the name of Miss Dannie Brown. If you want it, all you need to do is sign. There are however fringe benefits.”

I slide my hand under the bottom of her dress and then up. Her hard clitty is straining against the panties, so it took but a second or two to release it from its cotton prison… she quivers as she realises my intent.

Like a phallic joystick I reverse her to the sofa. As her sexy shaved nylon clad calf’s touch the leather of the sofa she slowly sits. Her hair flows back as she arches her spine, thrusting her non existent breasts forward. I slide my thin fingers down her shaft until my palm reaches her hot sack. I roll my wrist slowly cupping her genitalia. Dannie almost faints as I gently squeeze them. I release and she relaxes onto the soft sofa, spreading her legs as I withdraw my hand. I grab a cushion from the sofa and dropped it between her divine legs, bent my knees and knelt between her smooth thighs.

I could smell her male hormones flowing out from under her dress, my dress, our dress. Dannie sat passively with her painted fingers resting lightly by her sides, stroking the soft green leather of the sofa. I looked into her eyes, and saw the naive soul of a little girl. She licked her lips and pouted a little. Then into a broad smile as my hands rest on her thighs. As they slid up her frictionless stockings, the cuffs of my blouse caught on the hem of her dress; revealing more and more of her ultra feminine legs.

Dannie was unable to move, transfixed by her predicament. I hooked my arms under her knees and pull back. Her ass slides towards my face, her hard clitty magnified at this range, the smell of musk and pre-cum mingled to arouse me further. I had to retain control, what should I do. My eye was naturally drawn to Dannie’s pink bag. I reached in and removed the rubber dildo. I slipped it in my mouth to wet it, and show Dannie what to expect.

I could see in her eyes that she wanted me to go down on her quivering clitty and my pleasure with her dildo was merely teasing her. She will learn not to make assumptions. I push the dildo deep into my throat so only the end tip could be seen between my lips. I can see from her quizzical look that she cannot understand why she can see the tip and not the base of her dildo.

I wink as I lower my head, avoid her clitty and her sack, but aim for her ass, her new pussy. My lips touch her tiny rosebud and then push the dildo out three inches. I bite hard, and force the tip into her. Dannie screamed, truly screamed as she realised what I was doing. Another inch, then another, until its entire length is within her sacred pussy hole. I kiss the latex end and lift my head slowly, licking her sack and shaft as I straighten. I could feel the electricity flowing through her body.

Her long red nails are gripping her smooth thighs. I push her knees back, making her sit on the dildo. Dannie is obviously used to her dildo as she knew exactly how to gyrate her ass to make the dildo hit her g spot. Her long, hot and solid clitty had started to pulsate. I could resist no longer. I took one last look into Dannie’s eyes; they showed pure love and ecstasy. She managed a quick smile before I looked down to the focus of my longing.

I wet my ruby red lips and kissed the tip of her long pink clitty. I leave a smear of lipstick on the tip, licking my lips to taste the salty pre-cum. like a shot of pure adrenaline my heart races and I open my mouth wide. I close my eyes and approach the target guided by memory.

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Penny Jones

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