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Pandora’s Promise Ch. 01

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Author’s note: there is no such person named Malcolm Madison, he’s a figment of my imagination, and while there may be plenty of ladies named Pandora, the one in this story is purely fictional as well. This is fantasy. Have fun, but remember – practice safe sex.

Now let’s get one thing straight for starters. There’s nothing gay, queer, whatever name you want to put to it, about me. I’ve got nothing against gays. I employ quite a few of ’em in my business. Similarly with lesbians. If that’s their bag, fine with me. It’s a free world.

Now we’ve got that out of the way, I’ll explain how I got mixed up with Pandora. See, I’m a self-made millionaire – none of daddy’s money went to help me make it in the construction business.

It’s made me one of the richest men in California – hell, one of the richest men in the 50 states! Look around downtown LA and I reckon of all the ‘scrapers built there in the last three to five years, 50 per cent were put up by my company.

I live in a sprawling great mansion which looks down from the hills onto LA, private, secluded, gated, very safe – the mansion, not LA. I have a friend in the porn business, and every now and again I let him use the place as a location for one of his movies.

Once he got one of his lovely leading ladies to pay for the rental with her charms and she and I had a three-month fling, before she went off with some guy wanted to marry her. Me, I’m not the marrying kind.

Anyways, last week Dave called and asked if he could use the place again. “I’m shooting one of those ‘chix with dix’ movies, so you probably won’t be interested,” he said.

Well, he was wrong there. Now I don’t know about you, but I’ve always been – and I know this is a cliche to end all cliches – but I’ve always been curious about transsexuals. I’ve even looked up some of the sites on the net and I’ve been amazed at how pretty some of ’em look.

Anyway, I laughed and told Dave: “You never know, Dave, you never know. I’m coming up to 40 and maybe it’s time I tried a bit of a different approach in my love life.”

Dave laughed one of his throaty porno director’s laughs and said: “In which case you’ll fuckin’ drool when you see Pandora!”

“Promises, promises, Dave,” I laughed and we ended the call.

But sheet, he was right! When the crew had arrived in their minivan and unloaded all the equipment, they were followed by Dave in one of his fuckin’ stupid stretch limos. Dave emerged first followed by a young man, the male lead, I guessed, and a tall blonde, with long hair down to her mid-back. She was stunning!

Dave, one of his ever-present disgusting stogies stuck in his ugly mouth, walked over with the blonde and introduced us: “Pandora, I’d like you to meet my friend Malcolm Madison. It’s his house we’re using.”

Pandora transfixed me with a long gaze, her eyes deep and blue like the Pacific. She held out a strong hand and clasped mine: “Pleased to meet you, Mr Madison. This place looks absolutely wonderful. Will you show me around the house when we’ve finished shooting?”

I eyed her superstructure – big breasts sheathed in a black leather bustier, a black mini skirt and black leather fuck me boots which came half way up her gloriously brown thighs. “It would be my pleasure, ma’am,” I told her.

“Right,” said Dave, “would you mind showing Pandora up to one of those changing rooms by the pool, Malcolm? We’re gonna start with some poolside suck and fuck shots.”

I escorted the lovely blonde to a changing room, noticing her height – she was around five foot 10, I guessed – and her age. About 23 or 24, I guessed. I was right about the first guess, wrong about the second – she turned out to be 22!

“I’ll make myself scarce,” I told her, opening the cabana door. “Make sure you find me after filming and we’ll have a drink and I’ll show you around.”

Pandora Pendik Ukraynalı Escort gave me one of those slow, sizzling smiles and pecked me on the cheek. She smelt sensational!

I disappeared into the house, but after a while I’d done all the business I could on the problems we were having with some construction project in Dallas – why are things always so fuckin’ difficult in Texas? – and I slipped upstairs to spy on proceedings by the pool.

Pandora was naked for the shoot they were filming and I saw at once that while her tits were great – obviously not natural, but superbly shaped and around 35-36, I thought – her cock was superb! Like I said, I’m not gay, but that don’t mean I can’t appreciate a nice-looking prick!

Her prick was about eight inches long, I supposed (in fact it was eight and one half) and while it appeared circumcised it could just have been that her foreskin had been pulled back. I got a pair of binoculars and focused on her. The cock shaft and her balls had been totally shaved but there was a little sprout of blonde hair on her pubic bone. A natural blonde?

I pried myself away and went into my den and tried to work on some drawings we’d been sent for some office block they wanted me to build in Sacramento. I wasn’t sure about it, I hate going north of San Francisco. Then I heard calls of “Lunch” and I went to my kitchen and pulled out a Bud and walked poolside.

Dave doesn’t stint on the expenses. He’d got in a catering company and the crew was tucking into shrimp salads and some sort of lobster main course. Wine even!

“Nother coupla hours and we’ll be finished for the day,” said Dave. “OK if the boys leave their equipment here overnight?”

My first thought was “As long as they leave Pandora here!” but replied: “No problemo, Dave, it’ll be safe as Fort Knox.”

Again I made myself scarce, stripping off to a T-shirt and Speedos before punching up some ball game from the East Coast. I saw that those damn Yankees were making a mess of some poor pack of bastards from another division when I heard a call from my TV room door.

“Hi, Mr Madison, may I come in – the rest of the crew’s just left,” I heard Pandora inform me.

Now let’s get her voice dealt with right here and now, OK? It wasn’t one of those impossibly deep bass voices that many trannies have, nor was it a higher job, either. It was pitched happily between bass and soprano and sounded as if she smoked a few cigarettes – in other words, it sounded husky and horny as hell!

I leapt to my feet and plunged the screen into blackness. Pandora stepped down to the couch and smiled at me. She looked fuckin’ A – that’s as in “a” for adorable!

I don’t know why, but I stammered and mumbled something about getting her a drink. Well, I do know why – it was the fact that she was only wearing a shiny blue satin bikini and high heels.

“Absolut vanilla and coke, please, Mr Madison,” she told me, and I mixed us two from the bar while she settled back on the couch. Her legs were long, and brown, and the thighs were toned. Not body builder toned, but nicely muscled. They looked strong!

But her breasts, bunched against the lustrous, shiny satin were magnificent, large nipples pressing out against the material. Her hair looked like a golden wheat field, her lush lips red and oh-so-kissable.

I knew she had a cock, but it wasn’t readily obvious, although there was a nice bunch at the groin of her thong-style briefs. I tried to disguise the trembling in my hand as I handed her the Absolut.

Pandora accepted the glass and patted the couch by her side. “I just love this place,” she said, placing the stress on the word “love”. “It must have cost a fortune.”

I laughed. “No more than I could afford, Pandora,” I smiled, then we clinked glasses.

She beamed at me, sucked on her Pendik Üniversiteli Escort vodka, then put the glass on a couch-side table and slipped into my arms in one easy, polished movement. Her mouth, with a fragrance of vanilla, fastened onto mine and she kissed me gently. It was my first tranny kiss, but I felt my cock starting to stir in my tight little Speedos.

And you know why? Because she was so fucking pretty and her breasts jutting against my T-shirt were so fucking firm! Just then the fact she had a cock didn’t enter into it.

I felt my mouth working keenly on hers, then my tongue flickered into her mouth and we meshed, our bodies caressing against each other, my prick pressing against the shiny front of my Speedos and against the crotch of her bikini panties.

Then I was fumbling with the back of her bikini bra, until finally the darned thing became unhooked and fell from her full, firm globes. The nipples were almost brown and erect like organ stops.

I lowered my mouth and started to suck on her boobs. They were so fuckin’ great! They may have had a helping hand from some Los Angeles plastic surgeon, but I’ve never slobbered over a better pair of beauties.

As I was working on her breasts, Pandora had her hand on my Speedos and was removing my erection from its hiding place. As I was freed from the swimmers, I pulled them down and kicked them to the floor.

Pandora’s hand fondled my eight inches of uncut cock and breathed huskily into my ear: “Oh fuckin’ great, Mr Madison – I love an uncut cock, it’s so much nicer to play with!”

Then she lowered her mouth to my stiffness and I felt her warm mouth encircle my stiffy, sucking and licking at it hungrily, as if it was the first cock she’d sucked all day – although I was pretty darned sure it wasn’t!

I lay back against the coolness of the leather couch and closed my eyes for a moment, then realised that I wanted her nude! I bent slightly and not dislodging her mouth from my cock I grabbed the hip-high straps of her thong and pulled it away from her middle, planting it on the floor by my Speedos.

Her cock sprang to attention as I stripped the thong from her and I saw that she was, indeed, circumcised, a glob of pre-cum nestling on her piss slit. With a firm grasp on her shoulders, I pulled her from my hard-on and pushed her back into a semi-lying position, her shoulders resting on the arm of the couch.

I placed my face close to her thick, starkly veined prick and gazed at it. It was beautiful! Then, for the first time in my 39 years, I placed my mouth on a penis! I kissed her cock head, slowly and reverently. Pandora let out a slow gasp, then I opened my mouth and sucked it down to the ring. It tasted so good!

“That’s it, Mr Madison,” Pandora breathed, letting her words slide out in a husky, ever-so-sexy trill, “suck me, darling, suck me!”

I needed no encouraging. My mouth was eagerly, hungrily at work, as if making up for lost time as I sucked, kissed and licked at her wonderful prick. Then, just when I thought I was getting into a nice tempo on her erection, Pandora turned away and knelt with her backside to me, her brown-puckered anus gleaming seductively only inches from my face.

My tongue licked softly against her brownness and I placed a few globules of spit on her sweet slit and then knelt behind her and thrust my eight-inch prick against her anus. Slowly I drove into her, feeling my hardness slide into a lush, velvet smooth aperture.

As I did, I placed my left hand on her left breast, cupped it, still marvelling at its firm smoothness, then put my right hand to her erection. It was standing up, hard as a lump of lead!

“Oh fuck, it’s so great when I’ve got a nice piece of meat in me, my hard-on gets harder, thicker, oh I just think it gets longer!” Pandora informed me, as she thrust Pendik Vip Escort her buttocks back in time with my fuck tempo.

And what with the tightness of her anus, the slap of her pert buttocks back against my groin, the full firmness of her left globe and the thick richness of her cock, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I came with a roar of approval, plunging my semen deep into her.

For a moment or two I panted, my body quivering as I heaved myself down from the peak of the passion I had just spent in Pandora’s gloriously tight little anus. Then my rapidly diminishing cock slid from her, leaving a trail of semen slime on her inner thigh as I collapsed back onto the couch, pulling my T-shirt from my torso as I did so.

Pandora stayed kneeling in her place and sipped from her glass of vodka, which she’d placed on the couch side table.

Then she turned and smiled at me, a smile which was so fuckin’ beautiful! “How was that, Mr Madison?” she asked. “Was it good? And was it your first time?”

“It was fuckin’ great,” I told her. “No, it was better’n fuckin’ great, Pandora, it was fuckin’ sensational. And yes, it was my first time with a – er – with a …”

She laughed a husky, sexy laugh. “With a transsexual?” she said.

“Er, yes, that’s right,” I said, feeling somewhat gauche.

“Hey,” said Pandora, “no problem. There’s always a first time for everything. I take it you enjoyed the experience?”

I sipped on my vokda and coke and nodded with enthusiasm. “I’ve always been …”

And Pandora interrupted me. “Curious. That’s the word everyone uses – ‘curious’.

“What they mean is, ‘Shit, I’d love to fuck a pretty bird with beautiful big tits and a big cock. ‘Stead they just say ‘curious’, which I guess is shorthand for fucking a pretty bird with big tits and a big cock.”

I laughed. “I think that just about sums it up, my dear,” I told her. “Now, what do we do about that?” And I pointed to her erection, the cock glowing and golden and looking very suckable with its shaved shaft and ball bag.

“Oh, that,” said Pandora, glancing down at her hard-on. “Well, you were such a great fuck, I’d love to give you a face fuck. Would you mind? Or I can just stroke myself off.”

“No you couldn’t,” I cried, feeling the knight in shining armour all of a sudden. “I’d love you to come in my mouth – I mean, you’re, well, you know, you’re OK, aren’t you?”

Pandora laughed. “I’m in the adult movie business, Mr Madison. I’m clean, I’ve got a certificate which says I’m healthy.”

“Sorry I was so clumsy,” I told her.

“Forget it,” Pandora said, pushing me back so my shoulders and upper back rested on the arms of the couch. Then she took her hard-on in between the thumb and middle finger of her right hand and guided it to my mouth.

I accepted her erection, taking about half of it in while Pandora sighed, then told me: “That’s fine, no need for deep throat action, Mr Madison, you’re tongue’s doing jus’ fine.”

And soon, too soon as far as I was concerned, Pandora was spurting her lovely salty ejaculate down my throat, two, three globs of semen spunking from her slit into me.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, pulling slowly from my lips, “I’m sorry about that, but I’ve been thinking about doing that all fuckin’ day and when the chance came along I just couldn’t hold back.”

She collapsed on the far side of the couch and I cuddled up to her, stroking her stunning tits and running a finger along her now dwindling cock.

“You’ve been thinking about it all day?” I whispered, kissing her on her throat, then on her mouth.

“Sure have,” said Pandora, replying to my kiss with an open-mouthed response of her own.

“Ever since Dave introduced us I’ve been fantasising about what you’d be like. How big? Cut, uncut? Gentle? Rough? What it would be like with my cock in your mouth. What it would be like with your cock in my ass.”

“And the decision?” I asked.

“Fucking A-grade sex, Mr Madison. And you?”

“Best yet,” I said, “best yet. Wanna stay the night, darling?”

Pandora stirred in my arms: “I want to stay forever, Mr Madison.”

To be continued.

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An Evening at Home

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The low slung, sleekly sexy sports car pulled smoothly into the drive, rolling slowly into the spotless garage, the door having opened remotely at the Driver’s press of a button. He stepped from the car, firmly but gently closing the door and walked around to the passenger side with purpose. Opening the door, He held out His hand to me, and assisted my exit from the vehicle for the second time that day.

Carefully i arose from the vehicle, lightly holding His hand, the privacy of the garage negating the need to keep the leather cuffs hidden from view. Keeping my eyes lowered, His voice came warm and gentle into my mind.

“My pet, you pleased Me so greatly this day. you shall be rewarded precious girl. ” His fingers tracing my jaw, warm over my skin, feeling my face flush at the words.

Slowly i lifted my eyes to His, quiet pools of blue meeting deep, warm brown, His strength evident in the coffee colored depths. Speaking softly, words reflecting my place in His life, i address Him clearly. “Master, You honoured Your slut with this day’s events. Thank You, Master. ” my mind slowly runs through the day’s happenings, remembering sitting curled beneath Master’s desk at His office… hidden from all that entered… the memories making me squirm with slight movements, the trench coat, covering the lavender bra and panties, swaying with my movements.

His eyes sparkle at catching the quiet swaying of my body, knowing full well that my thighs are coated with wetness, that He has kept my excitement, my need, fully pitched the whole day through. Silently He takes my arm and turns, firmly closing the car door and leading me into the house. Methodically He hangs His keys upon the rack, and without a glance toward me, He speaks. “You have duties to perform I believe, pet. “

Quickly, with an economy of motion, my hands untie the belt of the coat, releasing the few buttons, allowing the coat to hang open, lingerie clearly visible, lavender bright between pale, creamy flesh and the khaki of the coat. Turning to Him, and stepping close, sliding His coat from His body, carefully draping it over my arm, i turn and walk toward the coat closet, heels clicking surely over the hardwood floors, silenced only by the rug placed before the door.

Tugging open the closet, i reach into the depths and withdraw a heavy wooden hanger, placing Master’s coat over the varnished surface with care and hang the garment in the cool room. Sliding my own coat downward, exposing creamy shoulders, i place it upon another hanger as nipples harden within the brassiere as the coat’s warmth is withdrawn.

GASPING loudly, as nipples are suddenly pinched from behind, His voice growling low in my ear, the pinching becoming sharper, tighter, with each word. “Ah My pet, you will be rewarded well… and in the receiving of the reward you will please Me once more. “

Eyes closing as His lips press to my neck, murmuring quietly, “Yes, Master. ” Standing tall and silent as His fingers press the hardened nipples flat, holding the moan in check as long as possible before letting it escape in a low, vibrating rumble. Swaying back as He suddenly releases the nubs, the tingling of returning blood flow causing a quick intake of breath, listening to His deep voice once more.

“My bath, pet. Now. ” Steadying myself, turning as He steps away, watching Him pick up the mail from the hall table. Replying to the command in actions, no words spoken as i turn, and take a heel clicking stride down the long hallway to Master’s room, the steps becoming silent as hardwood hall gives way to plush bedroom carpet.

my hips sway gently as i walk carefully over the steel gray softness, mind touching briefly upon the memory of how the carpet feels upon my naked back. Stopping before the closet, i slip the suede heels from my feet and slip the shoes into place on the shelf. Reaching upward, to the center of my breasts, i release the clip and the cups of the lavender lace brassiere pull apart a bit. Slipping the scrap of fabric from my shoulders, i drop it into the basket. Bending at the waist, ass facing the door, i slide the matching lace panties over rounded hips and downward, stepping from them with an easy grace, dropping them into the basket as well. i feel His eyes upon me, but continue as if unaware of His presence, stepping naked into the bathroom, kneeling upon the thick rugs and turning the water spigots to begin the flow of liquid warmth, steadily filling the large Jacuzzi tub.

Turning off the water as the water level reaches the desired height, starting once more at the sound of His voice. “Get into the tub pet. ” Head turning to look toward Him, nodding quickly as i rise, taking the vision of Him as He rolls His sleeves up His arms, noting the bare feet and the odd fact of His belt being removed. “Yes, Master. ” i step into the water with a pointed toe and ever so slowly lower my body into it’s cocooning heat, an involuntary sigh of contentment slipping past my lips, followed by softly spoken words as i lean against the tub wall. “Thank You, Master. “

Moaning inaudibly as He turns on the jets, Pendik Anal Escort the water swirling round my body, caressing my skin with the movement, drawing out the stiffness a day spent curled beneath His desk has wrought. my eyes open slowly and seek His, remaining silent as He reaches for the ball of net and pours the softly scented gel into its center. Holding His gaze as He glides it over my arms, first one… then the other. my body is totally pliable beneath His touch, moving this way and that to facilitate His washing of my body, leaning forward, nipples softening in the warm water as i bend, allowing access to my back. Leaning back, seeing His gaze lower to my breasts, recognizing the heat in His eyes, swallowing softly as He stands and leaves the room, knowing instinctively why and where, what and how.

i take a deep breath as He returns, thoughts confirmed by the contents of His hand being laid upon the vanity table near the tub. “Look at Me, pet. ” i lift my eyes to His, holding His gaze as He takes up the net once more and ever so gently bathes my breasts and belly, circling the nipples, the belly button. Feeling the rivulets of suds flowing over those areas, nipples harden quickly into gently throbbing nubs. He reaches to the table without looking and takes up two of the clamps, cradling one in His palm, pinching the other open, never allowing my eyes to leave His. His free hand reaches out to my right breast and pinches the nipple hard and fast, drawing a gasp from my lips, but holding my gaze steadily. The first one pinches into the tender flesh of the nipple, the rubber coated teeth of the alligator clamp finding quick purchase despite the wet skin. i bite my lip gently, not daring to blink and break from the mesmerizing gaze.

He holds the other clamp up, pinching it open, the empty hand’s fingers pinching the free nipple hard, harder than the clamp will eventually bite, and He speaks. “Tell me pet. Tell me what you would have me do with this. ” A low pitched whimper escapes my lips, preceding the words He knows i will speak. “Please Master, place the clamp upon my nipple. Close to the tip, please Master. ” The request emerges as a begging plea, body straightening in the slowly cooling water, His eyes darkening to a deep sable with reaction to my reply.

“Yes, pet. That is exactly what I will do. ” Pinching into the nipple with His well-manicured nails, He quickly replaces them with the second clip, pulling His eyes from my gaze only when assured the full bite of the clamp at the tip of the nipple is bringing a shining wetness to mine. i choke out the reply i know He will expect to hear, and mean it from the depths of my soul. “Thank You, Master. ” His gaze returns to mine and He offers a rare reply. “you are welcome My slut. And I thank you. ” He draws a thumb pad over my lips and then stands, holding out His hand. i take His hand and rise, only then noticing the three additional clips upon the table. Keeping my eyes lowered, i shudder softly, standing knee deep in the water.

“Arms to your back. ” Instantly i obey, clasping hands together in the small of my back, arching toward Him, nipples throbbing, controlling my breathing in a slow, measured pace. i watch Him as He reaches for the towel upon the warming bar, and eyes close once more as He gently dries my belly, around the clamps at my nipples, patting inner thighs and turning me, having my hands part only long enough to dry beneath them. Taking my elbow He silently indicates my stepping from the tub and i stand before Him upon the thick rug as He dries my legs, then finishes and hangs the towel once more. my eyes widen as He reaches for a clip and lowers to His knees before my body. Bottom lip sucks in between sharply biting teeth as the clamp is quickly and deeply attached to the bottom side of my belly button, His fingers having tugged out the skin to accommodate His desire. Gulping quickly, maintaining composure, i whisper, “Thank You, Master. “

He stands in a moment, looking down at me, smiling, His eyes bright, intelligence shining within them. “To the chair pet. Run along and prepare. ” Instantly i leave Him, making my way with deeply held breath, the throbbing of clamp bites centering in my belly as i move, causing the skin held tightly to resist with each step taken. Quickly settling into the chair in the corner of the room, i await Him. A deep wingback, the wings wide and the back plush with deeply set buttons, a diamond pattern created in the leather, the chair is used only when He allows. i feel the leather warm quickly beneath my skin, the dark sable brown becoming even more pliable, its scarred surface showing the marks of many nights spent curled in its depths, chains holding me tight to its surface. His chair, beloved by me. The low timber of His voice settles over me, even as i see His form step before the chair, taking in His legs with my lowered eyes.

“Knees over the arms pet… NOW!”

Instantly my legs rise and drape over the arms of the chair, my ass sliding forward as a matter of course. He watches as my legs spread, cunt lips parting as knees separate Pendik Yaşlı Escort further. i am all but lying in the chair, only my head held up slightly by the back. my eyes remain lowered, taking in the sight of my softly rounded belly, clamp at its center, my sex opening to Him, feeling His gaze rake over swollen genitals. Lifting heated blue eyes, a soft tremor passes over my body as the cool air of the room brushes over the wet lips, and i whisper, “Master, shall i open further to You?”

The pleased note in His tone as He replies brings a glow to my face that is warmly felt. “Yes My pet… open to Me… wide… and fingers back pet. “

Soft, pale hands slide down thighs and across a white belly, carefully avoiding the clamp at my belly button. Reaching my sex, i lift my eyes to Him and offer the gift to Him in that way, as well as in actions. Splaying my fingers widely over the slick flesh, the nail tips barely grasping into the spongy surface, i part the labia, a strong twitch of the clitoris at the touch of air bringing a tiny whimper from my lips. Careful to obscure as little of the surface from His view as possible i stretch open for Him, biting my lip softly as He dangles the clamps from a strong, tanned hand.

“Well done, pet. Hold there. ” With those words He leans near, one opened clamp in each hand. Aiming carefully, His glance flashes to my face and stays there as the clamps are settled near the top of the slit, one upon each lip, right and left of the clit where the lips begin to fully flesh out. He eyes sparkle with pleasure as the bite is reflected upon my face, the joy He reflects back to me causing my heart to soar higher upon the wave of pain as it settles deep inside my belly.

“OH, Masterrrr… “, my voice deep… guttural… animal. “Thank Youuuuuuu… ” i bite my lip a bit harder, holding still and focusing for the briefest of moments on the five clamps, each creating an arc of fire. Each arc meets deep in my gut, building the flow of wetness that leaks from the well, shining in the light of the room, the scent of passion wafting on the air.

Taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly, my eyes lift to His, focus moving from the fire of the clamp’s creation to His face. i wince softly as He tugs at the nipple clamps, then listen to His words as He smiles over me. “Sit on your hands girl. Right forefinger up your ass. you may slicken it within your cunt quickly. Now, describe for Me, pet. Details. The nipples. “

Sucking in air raggedly, my hands releasing the swollen, wet lips, i press upward in the chair with the left hand, pausing with the right to drag my forefinger through the honey of my cunt, dipping it deep into the well once only, quickly so as to not appear greedy. Sliding my hands palms up beneath by ass, my eyes widen as the finger presses past the tight sphincter muscle and settles up to the last knuckle deep within the clenching walls of my anal passage, slick cunt juice easing the entrance. I concentrate for the briefest of silent moments and begin to speak to Him.

“Fire, Master. Sweet, delicious fire. Like lightening, white hot and sharp, working its way from just under the clamps, spreading over the areola and skin, then moving deep, traveling to my clit where it pools and draws the wetness, begging to be extinguished. The tips of them feel as if dipped into molten metal. ” Stopping, eyes shiny with heated wetness, looking to Him, asking silently if He wishes more.

His hands trace down my body, fingertips trailing lower and lower. He tugs at the clamp upon the lower rim of my belly button, pulling the skin taut and chuckling softly. “Sounds pleasurable pet, yes?” Gasping, i nod, the sharp pull of the clamp stealing my voice for a moment.

Quickly He reaches lower, and i tense, expecting the tug upon the clamps that ignite the heat within each lip. That He does not tug, but squeezes upon each comes by surprise, His fingers causing each to tighten further, pressing inward. my body rises upward in involuntary response to His action. i see the flash of irritation in His eyes at my movement and quickly i settle back, murmuring softly, “Forgive me, Master. ” He nods once and squeezes tighter, a slow smile caressing His lips and He speaks.

“Describe pet. Lips. “

A soft whimper slips past parted lips, a shining tongue tip dragging moisture over them before i begin to speak, the words coming quickly between breaths. “Sharp. Biting. More fire, Master. ” i inhale a ragged, shallow breath, chest rising slowly, then lowering as the exhale flows through the parted lips, using all the willpower i possess to hold the position, fighting the urge to sit upward, to pull from the increased pressure He is applying. “It brings a throbbing to my clit. It is as if the clamps are hot and becoming part of the flesh. Pleassssssssse, Master… ”

His chuckle as He releases the added pressure brings a rush of mixed feelings. The quick but partial return of blood flow increases the burn with needles of tingling along the surface of the swollen cunt lips, and i cry out. “Ohhhhhhhhhgodddd. ” A quick Pendik Zenci Escort drawn breath, and a flush of shame at the lack of control follow, and i fight, regaining composure quickly.

“Please what, My pet? What is it you ask for?” The warm honey of His voice, sincere… not taunting, truly wishing me to voice the request… draws a soft sob from my soul. Whispered words fall from my lips, lustfully tortured eyes lift to His. “Master, the fire… please Master… extinguish the fire. “

“Not yet, My pet. Not just yet. ” He chuckles once again and speaks in a commanding whisper. “Lift yourself a bit girl. Fuck your ass with 10 slow strokes. Count them for your Master. ” Swallowing hard i nod, pressing upward with my left hand, rolling just a bit to the side as i slowly draw the finger from my ass and press it inward again and again. He holds my eyes with His, watching the need for release grow deep within me as i count each stroke, the spoken numbers bare wisps of sound on the air by the time the 10 strokes are completed. my clit is throbbing in spasms, flesh moving in tandem with the tremors of anal walls. i stop at 10 completed strokes with the finger imbedded deeply in my ass, waiting, panting hard.

“Good… very good. ” He rises, nodding to the bed as He reaches for the fastening of His trousers. “Fetch the bag. Kneel upon your cushion. Oh, and pet… ” i listen more intently at His change in tone, “… insert the red plug into your ass before I return. Have it settled firmly, for if you do not, I will. ” i watch Him smile and i return the smile with trembling lips and loving eyes. He turns, slowly slipping the trousers over His hips as He steps into the bathroom. i watch Him go, knowing i have been dismissed to complete the task.

Hearing the shower come on as i stand, making sure shaking knees will function, i move to the cabinet across the room. Each step sends bolts of white heat through sensitive labia, thighs pressing the lips inward, clamps holding tight, clicking silently together when legs move to close to one another, the contact drawing forth a hiss of breath. Opening the heavy oaken door and bending into the depths, my hands close around the handle of Master’s bag, the weight of the contents bringing a special smile to my eyes.

As i straighten, the clamp upon my right nipple catches the knit of Master’s sweater. It pulls and my grip upon the bag loosens. One of the handles slips from my palm and the contents of the bag scatter over the floor of the cabinet. Dropping the other handle in a spasm of pain, i scan the clutter i have created with dismay. With a desperate grab at the sweater, i quickly untangle the clamp, ever so careful to not loosen its hold upon the burning flesh, tears welling quickly. Ignoring the pain and tears, i drop to my knees and gather the items, lovingly placing them back into the well worn leather bag with efficient movements, cursing my clumsiness, rushing to complete the tasks and be kneeling when Master returns.

Once again i rise, taking care to back away from the cabinet as i straighten, moving as quickly as the flashes of fire over and within my body will allow. Setting the bag upon Master’s table next to the chair i lean over it and remove the red gel plug instantly, having had set it atop the other items when gathering them into the bag. Mumbling at forgetfulness, i turn hurriedly to the cabinet once more, sliding open the bottom drawer and taking up the small tube of lube. Knowing Master could appear at any moment, i rush to the cushion before the chair and lower to my knees. i open the tube of gel with a quick flick of the cap and grab the plug from the table, gently squeezing a bit of the clear slickness over the rounded tip. i close the tube and lay it on the table beside the bag.

With a slightly trembling hand i spread the gel a bit, and swallow hard, knowing the sharp instant of pain to come when the wide flange of the plug is forced past the resistance of the sphincter. Laying the side of my face against the seat of the chair, i lift my ass upward, reaching back with the plug in hand, the flat base held firmly. Pressing firmly i gasp softly as the plug begins the entry, sliding it deeper with more pressure as increased resistance is met. Biting my lip as the fit become tight, i take a deep breath and bear down, pushing the widest section of the plug firmly past the sphincters cry of pain, only releasing the breath as the narrow neck allows the pain to subside a bit. i press the flat base against my quivering flesh along the crack and test to see that the plug is indeed set firmly.

Satisfied that Master will find no fault, i rise and turn to settle upon the cushion, paling visibly as i see Him standing in the doorway, His body glorious in its nudity, not knowing how long i have kept Him waiting. Forgetting for a quick moment the pain radiating through nipples and belly, cunt lips and asshole, i lift my head and continue on, settling quickly upon my knees, assuming the position with wide spread thighs and my hands clasped behind in the small of my back. i arch my back and lift my breasts, shoulders pressed back, face forward and eyes lowered, remaining silent, not knowing what to say. My hands clasp in the small of my back, forcing shoulders back further still, offering rounded breasts to Him, the clamps reflecting glints of light as they bite into the tender flesh.

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Disclaimer: This is part of a continuing series about Jessica, a crossdresser from CT. The stories are fiction but based on events that happened to me. Names, dates, locations etc. have been changed. Events have been embellished. Stories are just for entertainment. Some of the stories will be short and some will be longer as warranted. Please comment. I read them and value input, there is a progression so please be patient.

*****

That evening my wife arrived home late. I had already had dinner but we enjoyed some wine before going to bed. As we sat in bed watching the news, I got a text from Eric. Nothing new there, he and I would text all the time about work, sports anything. The wife paid no attention as I opened his text.

“Jessica. Today was great. I know we are both busy but would very much like to see you tomorrow so we can talk.”

I felt a pit in my stomach. What did that mean? Would he spoil my secret? I couldn’t avoid him though. I texted back that I had some work to set up in the morning but we could meet for lunch. He responded with his usually “thumb up” emoji. I put my phone down and went to sleep slightly concerned.

I awoke the next morning to another unseasonably warm January Friday. I showered and got dressed like any other day ready to work. My plan was to get jobs sorted and then meet Eric back at our houses at lunchtime. I arrived back a bit early and again had the house to myself. After using the bathroom, I though “what the hell” and stripped down. I pulled out a pair of nude lace top thigh highs and rolled them up my legs, and then I pulled on a red lace thong tucking myself in. Over that, to be safe, I pulled on my boxer briefs and jeans and put my socks and boots on. I had worn panties to work occasionally and even with the male clothes over them it made me feel a bit fem.

My doorbell rang. Eric suggested we head down to the local deli we both liked for lunch. We hopped in his truck and drove off making small talk. We ate a quick lunch and then climbed back into his truck. He had a jobsite just down the road and no one was working today so as he pulled in we had some privacy. He turned to me and began.

“Yesterday was great. I can’t stop thinking about you,” he said.

“I feel the same way. I was nervous you regretted it.”

“No, not at all. I do feel we need to be careful and have a plan,” Eric added.

I sighed in relief, “I was worried, now I feel better and I totally agree.”

We spent about 15 minutes sitting in his truck laying out some ground rules. We both wanted discretion and to preserve our marriages. This was definitely going to be a FWB thing. We both wanted to be “monogamous” sort of, agreeing to not be with anyone else except our wives. It was understood that I was the “bottom” would dress in some way for our meetings, the level would be determined by time etc. We both agreed that we liked kissing, something that surprised us both. Sometimes it might be a quickie and other times we would have a longer period. I told him that while I of course enjoyed orgasming, I really liked him getting pleasure. I didn’t need oral from him or want to fuck him. Intercourse would be safe and we promised to be careful not to scratch, bruise or leave any markings on each other. In the end I think we were both happy.

As the conversation ended Eric was giving me a weird look and said, “I am picturing you as I saw you yesterday.” Talking had gotten us both slightly aroused.

“I didn’t really think this was going to go this way but…,” I began to unbutton my jeans and pulled down my briefs so he could see my panty, “We could play a little.”

“I have something for you,” Eric said as he reached into the door pocket and pulled out a tube of lipstick. “You wearing lip stick were one of the many things that turned me on,” He handed me the tube.

It was a deep red color similar to what I had worn yesterday.

“Give me a minute of privacy?” I asked.

Eric climbed out of the truck. I quickly stripped off my boots, socks, jeans and briefs, leaving me in my button down shirt, thong and thigh highs. I undid the bottom buttons and tied the shirt like a woman wearing her man’s shirt would do. I then applied a nice coat of the red to my lips. Eric had a ball cap that I put on and pulled low Pendik Esmer Escort like women wear. Looking in the mirror I decided it would have to do.

I climbed over the center console into the back seat. Thank god crew cab trucks are so popular. We had a big, full backseat. I was up on my knees on the seat when I opened the door.

“Unbelievable!” He said.

“OK for today?” I wanted reassurance.

“Absolutely!” Eric replied as he sat and pulled me close to him.

We embraced and immediately began kissing. I was so happy Eric wanted to hold me and kiss me. Once again being held by him had me feeling very fem. Time was short today though so I quickly undid his belt and fly and he lifted up to help pull is pants and underwear down.

There it was his cock, my world. Eric had a great cock. I was 8-9″ when hard and thick. He had nice heavy veins which gave the shaft a lot of texture. He had been circumcised and the head of his penis had a nice ridge around it.

Both my hands went to him. I began to stroke him with one and fondle his hairy balls with the other. Eric broke our kiss, put his head back and let out a deep moan. I giggled femininely and slid off the seat to the floor between his legs. I was glad I had slid the front seat up, it was tight but I had room. Once again I was looking right at his penis.

I looked up at him, “What do you want me to do?”

“Suck me baby. Please.”

I opened my lips and slid them down over the head and onto the shaft, bringing out another deep moan from him and a giggle (with his cock in my mouth) from me. I wanted to get him off so I went right into a rhythmic up and down motion using my lips and one hand on him. Eric began thrusting his hips up meeting my downward motion. He was getting close. His hands had been on my shoulders but now came up to the side of my head. He never really was forceful, I think we were still finding boundaries; he just was helping me keep rhythm. It didn’t take much longer.

“Jess, I’m going to cum.”

“MMMM, MMMM, MMMM,” Was all I could respond.

“Don’t swallow,” he said as he stopped my head, “CUMMING!”

The first shot hit the back of my throat and I lifted a bit to capture the rest in my mouth. Yesterday I had swallowed it down, not really tasting it. Now it continued to pump into my mouth. His semen was thick, warm and had that salty taste. My mouth was filling up as he finally stopped.

“Show me,” he said as I lifted my head up.

I proudly opened my mouth and presented his load on my tongue, my eyes went right to his. I was proud of myself and I could see he was proud as well. I had become his little sissy.

“Swallow!” He commanded.

I closed my mouth and savored the taste before it slid down my throat, before opening and showing him my empty mouth.

“MMMM, God I love your cum.”

“You can have it anytime.”

It was right there as I returned and cleaned his cock with my tongue that I knew I was going to continue on this path. We talked a bit more as I dressed and wiped the lipstick off and then drove home. We made plans to get together on Monday and I entered my house.

While I showered that evening, I thought about how I could discreetly help my look. I decided to start doing some exercise. My little fat gave me some feminine curves but I thought I could tone up my stomach a bit with some sit-ups and eat a little less. I would make it a point to moisturize my hands and keep my nails neat. While in the shower I trimmed up my pubic hair and eyebrows a bit. I figured I could slowly work on these areas without being too obvious. The big one was makeup. YouTube was my friend here as I watched videos on natural makeup looks. I was determined not to look like a clown.

Monday came all too soon and after watching my wife pull out of the driveway I set about my transformation for our “lunch date”. It was definitely different now. I wasn’t just dressing for myself anymore. I wanted to impress Eric. I wanted to be sexy for him. I shaved my face close again and the douched and showered. I rubbed moisturizer all over my body again and tied a ribbon around my cock. I sat at the vanity and slowly painted my toe and fingernails a deep red. For all the effort it took I was sad that I would have to Pendik Eve Gelen Escort remove the polish in just a few hours. While the polish died I started on my makeup. Keeping it light still, I applied foundation and light makeup around my eyes and my red lipstick. As I placed my wig on I was pleased with the result, though I saw room for improvement.

Eric was bringing lunch; I had kept my ladylike promise and asked for a salad. I prepped the guest room, removing the comforter, putting condoms and lube on the nightstand and dimming the lights. Then I returned to get dressed.

My plan was to wear my sexiest clothes. I did not have a big wardrobe but did have a very nice VS black lace teddiette with a thong back, snap crotch and sheer cups. As I slid it up my body and tucked myself I instantly felt fem. I fastened the back bra strap and positioned my little tits in the cups before sitting back down. I rolled on black stockings, admiring my painted toes and stepped into my stilettos. I was glad Eric was taller than me. It would allow me to prance around in heels for him. I checked myself in the mirror and was pleased. Now I took out my little black dress. It was a simple yet elegant as I slipped into it. It fell to just above my knees and had short sleeves and a square neckline.

Just as I checked my makeup the back door bell rung and I went down stairs and let my man in. He looked great in slacks and a button up shirt. I did a little turn for him feeling quite confident.

“Lovely,” he said before kissing me, “Lovely.”

We sat down and ate, again I was focusing on being more ladylike in how I ate, drank, spoke, listened etc. Eric complimented me a number of times making me even more comfortable. It was surreal. We continue to have conversations like we always had. I would almost forget I was dressed as a female. I quickly cleaned up from lunch while Eric watched me. As I finished he came up behind me and began kissing my neck again. I could feel his hardness against my ass. I turned, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. Now it was my time to lead. I took his hand and led him upstairs, swaying my hips as I went. As we entered the bedroom I spun and sank to my knees unzipping him.

“You can’t get enough of that?”

I shook my head no and then took his growing cock into my mouth. I looked up to see Eric was unbuttoning his shirt. I got him fully hard with my mouth and then rose to my feet. As I stepped back he finished removing his shoes, socks and pants.

Eric sat on the bed and watched as I pulled the dress off my body leaving me in the teddy and stockings.

“Wow! You look incredible in that!” He exclaimed.

“Thanks. I don’t have a lot of clothes but I think this is my sexiest,” I said as I took a band off my wrist and put my hair in a messy pony before I stepped forward between his legs.

“We will have to work on that. You should have anything you need.”

His hands immediately were on me, first at my thighs, then up to my ass and then my waist. He pulled me closer, inhaling my scented body and kissing my stomach through the lace. I lifted one leg up onto the bed next to him and his eyes followed his hand as it felt from my ankle, up my calf to my thigh again. Feeling his hands on me was exquisite. He made me feel sexy. I wanted him to be the man, to take me. I wanted to submit to him and receive his cock into me. Eric rubbed my soft clit through the teddy.

“You don’t get hard?”

“Sometimes when I am dressing. Usually I am soft or semi when I masturbate. When I am dressed I guess my mind seeks pleasure from somewhere else.”

Eric’s hands had gone to my bare ass. He was massaging my cheeks and sneaking a finger inside the thong. We both needed it. I walked over to the nightstand and got the lube and a condom. I opened the wrapper and rolled it down his thick shaft. Then I climbed onto the bed brushing past him and positioned myself on my hands and knees in the center. When Eric stood and turned he was looking up my stockinged legs to my shapely ass framed by the garters and thong. I knew I had a nice butt. It had a bit of fat but was firm.

Eric climbed onto the bed and started to pull the thong to the side.

“It’s got a snap crotch babe,” I directed him.

He Pendik Evi Olan Escort reached down and popped the snaps flipping the thong strap onto my back. I reached down and tucked the front up in the front of the teddy. As I did this I felt a cool, lubed finger start to play with my opening. Purring gently I wiggled back trying to get it inside me. Eric took his time working one then two fingers into me stroking my spot. I was relaxed and hung my head down and noticed I was leaking from my clit. I was totally zoned out when he smacked me hard on the ass with his free hand. I almost came right there. I looked over my shoulder at him and smiled.

“I love your butt,” He said “Can we do it doggy?”

“MMMMHHHHHHMMMMM,” I responded as he withdrew his fingers and coated his cock with lube.

He moved forward and placed his prick at my pussy and began to enter. He was slow but deliberate. Again he eased in and I soon felt his hair touching me. Both his hands went to my hips as he pulled and held me fully on him. Even in this submissive position, and doggy is fully submissive for the bottom, I felt a sense of pride. I was his; I was taking him fully inside me. He wanted to do this with me even though I was “Non-Pass”. It wasn’t a one-time thing or a mistake.

Eric’s slight withdrawal brought me back to reality.

“You good?” He asked.

“Perfect,” I swooned.

He pushed back in and I met his thrust squeezing gently. Moans came from both of us as we continued this motion. Eric’s hands would leave my hips and roam my back to my shoulders and then down to my hips again. He would slap my ass causing me to go crazy for a second. With every stroke in he hit my spot and I would dribble a bit.

“I love how your ass jiggles every time I bottom out.”

“I love how my pussy feels when you bottom out,” I replied.

We had been going quite a while when his pace began to quicken. He was grunting with each thrust and I knew he was going to cum soon.

“Want to cum on my face baby?” I asked.

“Fuck yes! So close!” He replied.

As he withdrew I fell forward onto my stomach and quickly rolled over. Eric took in the site of me still in my teddy as he straddled and slid up my body. It was too much for him. As I reached and pulled the condom off he aimed himself and pulsed over my face. His aim was good and his first shot hit from my forehead down my nose to my open mouth. It was so hot being eye to “eye” with his cock and watching that first spurt come right out at me. He followed with 4-5 more moaning spurts of his thick cum before I snared it in my mouth to catch the remainder.

“Jessica yes. That’s great,” He said as I cleaned up his sensitive cock.

“You’re covered,” He followed, “I’m sorry.”

I had been given a proper facial. Cum was in my eyes, on my forehead cheeks nose. I released his cock and he stepped back and watched as I used my fingers to clean his cum from my face.

“Need a towel?” He asked.

I shook my head NO and then used my fingers to guide the cum into my mouth, swallowing everything I could.

“Holy shit Jess! That is so hot.”

“Thanks and thanks for that load,” I said smacking my lips, “I love your cum.”

Eric pulled me up and kissed me deep and full on the lips. I was surprised and turned on by this as I still had remnants of his load in my mouth. We broke the kiss and Eric lay on his back and I joined him with my head on his chest as we recovered. I hadn’t had a big orgasm but felt well fucked and sated.

“Good girl,” He said as he held me.

“I want to be your girl.”

“You are Jessica. I want you to have whatever you need. Clothes, makeup etc. Is money an issue?”

“No. It’s more getting and storing stuff.”

“I will help however I can.”

“Thank you Eric.”

We lay for a bit longer and then Eric got up, dressed and was ready to leave. He gave me another deep kiss, one hand on my right tit and the other squeezing my ass. We said our good byes and then I stripped the bed, and started the laundry. Returning upstairs, I was still in my lingerie. I grabbed a dildo and clit vibe. I lay on the bathroom floor, my pussy was still lubed and the dildo, smaller that Eric slid in nicely. I placed the textured vibe on the underside of my clit head and let it do the work. It didn’t take long before I was ready to cum. As I did I moaned one word.

“EEEERRRRRRIIIII IIIIICCCCCCCCC!!”

As I finished I stripped, removed the polish and makeup and climbed in the shower, returning to my male self though eagerly awaiting our next encounter.

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I groaned as I rubbed myself through my black lacy panties. As my hand moved, I began to grind up against it, my hard cock pressing against the soft material. Whimpering, I began to squirm, unable to help myself as I came, soaking my panties and leaving me a sticky, cummy mess.

It had become my daily routine — get up, go to class, walk back to my dorm room — and frantically masturbate before my roommate got back. She knew I wasn’t a “normal” girl, but I didn’t want her to catch me in the act. The school may have made sure she was comfortable having me as a roommate, but I don’t think she would have appreciated seeing me naked.

In fact, I think I was having more trouble adjusting to the whole situation than she was. In high school, sure, I was able to open about who and what I was — fifteen years living as Samuel when I really felt like Samantha — but I hadn’t ever felt comfortable with everything, even after the hormone treatments began and after my parents splurged on the highest quality implants they could afford as a graduation/eighteenth birthday present. College was a fresh start, a chance for me to be a girl from day one. And it was scary.

But it had its perks. I could ogle the boys and not feel guilty about it. I could come on to them and they treated me just like I was born with the pussy I’ve always wanted. That was expensive though, and I wanted to wait for that, until I loved my body enough to give it that gift. For now, I just dressed the part, and fucked myself silly every chance I got, imagining a thick cock plowing into my dream pussy.

There was one guy I dreamed about more than any other, an army recruiter at the student union. He got a lot of crap from the college students, most of whom are (like me) liberals out to fix the world and stuff, but he was a hunk. Thanks to the hormone treatments, I’m pretty short, only five-four in heels, and he was big. Big enough to throw me over his shoulder, take me…wherever, and pin me down. Fuck me like a rag doll and leave me breathless. I knew I could be his perfect woman, but I wasn’t ready yet.

When I came to college, I decided from day one that I was going to look good. I had a part-time job in the psychology library, and I spent every dollar I earned (and a few hundred in credit card debt) on beauty. I got the laser hair treatments, so I never had to worry about my legs (or my bikini line), I got the facials and the manicures and the makeup, but most of all I got the clothes.

My roommate and I would go to the mall or the thrift stores almost every day, looking for just the right outfit. Slowly, my taste in clothes grew more refined, but I kept things simple. Just jeans or a skirt with a (nicely fitted) t-shirt for class, but when we partied, I wore the sexiest dresses I could find, maybe a little black one that just barely covered my ass, or a red one with a long slit up the side, hinting at my panties.

My lingerie drawer started to look like Frederick’s of Hollywood had opened up a branch in my dresser. Matching bra and panty sets, silk nighties, thongs that I had to tuck JUST RIGHT to fit in, those sorts of things became my daily wear. And I have to admit, they made me feel sexy. They made me feel like the woman I was becoming, not the girl I was. My self confidence reached new heights. One night, and I was drunk, I finally kissed a boy for the first time. I felt like I had really done it. He kissed me deep, and hard, like he wanted me. He pressed his tongue into my mouth, rubbing it along his. I moaned, not ever wanting to stop kissing him. But I could feel my cock swelling against my panties, and I pulled away. I wasn’t ready to let him in on my little secret.

I blushed so dark that he asked me what was wrong.

“First kiss,” I admitted. “Ever.”

He laughed at me, not unkindly. “Then I should make it more memorable,” he said, before leaning in and nibbling my neck, trailing his bites up to my ear lobe. He sucked on it for a long time, my body trembling as he did. “More like that.”

I just groaned. I wanted more, and I knew he did too, but I didn’t know what to do. I mean, I knew *what* to do, but I wasn’t ready to go from first kiss to first blowjob, and I was certain I wasn’t ready for my first fuck. “I…really liked that,” I stammered, “but I…I…”

“Don’t want to go any further?” He smiled. “It’s ok. Can I at least have get your number?”

I blushed again. “I didn’t even get your name, mystery boy.” I laughed, nervously, sure I was fucking things up somehow.

“It’s Tim.”

“Sam- Samantha. And here, give me your phone. I’ll put it in.”

I took his phone. I was still tipsy, but I put it in right: Samantha <3. Yes, I did put the heart in. What can I say, I was a silly college girl at heart.

I woke up the next morning with a pounding hangover. My roommate had already gotten up, leaving me a bottle of water and an aspirin. I could remember kissing someone, but not who or his name or even what he looked like. I felt like a slut. I loved it.

Thinking back to the night before, I began to rub Pendik Öğrenci Escort myself. I imagined what could have happened, how I would have taken him back to my room, bold as can be. How I would have gotten him naked, leaving all my clothes on. How I would have sucked his cock and let him cum on my face, smearing my makeup. How I would have let it drip onto my clothes, staining them, so I’d never forget my first blowjob. How I would have teased him hard again, grinding down against him. How I would have slowly stripped for him, leaving my panties for last. When they slid off my legs, he’d gaze at my cock, but not say anything. Instead, he’d touch it, rub it, treat it just like a clit, before pulling me down to the bed and taking control. He’d fuck me missionary-style first, so he could look into my eyes as he popped my cherry. I knew it would hurt at first, but he’d treat me like a princess, letting me get used to his cock (which in my daydream was huge, almost like a tree limb). I would let him cum in me, filling me up like a cheap slut, before I fell asleep with him. And when we woke up, I’d climb on top of him, riding him until he couldn’t take it and filled me up again.

As I daydreamed, I pumped my cock faster and faster, imagining all the wonderful things that should have happened. Without warning, I came fast and hard, squirting my juices onto my face. I groaned, imagining that it was someone else’s. As I let it drip into my mouth, the cum smeared my makeup. Glancing into the mirror, I looked wonderful, like I was freshly fucked. I swear I was glowing.

I rested a minute, then walked — gingerly — over to my computer table. Taking my camera out, I took a few photos of my face, my tits spilling out of my bra, and even my soft cock peeking just barely out of my panties. I was just about to take one last picture of myself when my phone rang, with a number I didn’t recognize. I picked it up hesitantly, imagining what they would think if they saw a girl like me, disheveled and cum-soaked.

“Hi, this is Samantha.”

“Great! This is Tim, from the party last night. I know the next morning is a little early for a phone call, but you’re so cute, I couldn’t resist.”

I groaned inwardly, changing my mental hesitation to lust. “Thanks,” I said. I knew I sounded lame after the compliment, but I was still groggy, and worried that beer goggles had taken over the night before.

“Do you want to get together for coffee at the Sunbeam or something later? I work until four, but after that?”

I suppressed my urge to say something less than witty, like “I’ll take mine with cream. Your cream.” Instead, I managed to stutter out something that probably sounded like “Coffeewouldbegreatseeyouatfourthirty.” Along with never having kissed a boy, you see I’d never been out on a proper date either.

I had to hurry — I only had a little over two hours to prep. I raced to the showers, getting myself cleaned up as soon as I could, my cock bouncing as the water streamed down it. Only my roommate knew the truth, so I usually was really careful about it in the bathroom. That day, I could have let everyone see it and I wouldn’t have known. I was beyond distracted. Somehow, I made it back to my room, and got dressed without doing anything amazingly stupid. And what an outfit it was.

I chose my favorite matching bra and panty set, leopard print, but with soft black lacy edges that made a heart shape over where my pussy would be. The bra was cut deep, showing off my cleavage almost to the nipple. Over that I threw a yellow top, one that was cut almost as deep as my bra, fitting tight over my breasts and sides. I was a pretty thin girl too, and the shirt fit me perfectly. My skirt was just right, black, falling almost to my knee, but with a flirty edge to it, a lace-trimmed slit four inches up my thigh. I didn’t want to give him too much of a view, but I wasn’t going to stop his imagination.

Somehow, I made it through the waiting, and showed up at four thirty on the dot. I looked around, hoping that I would recognize him. I saw a guy wave me over to some comfy chairs in the back. I smiled and walked over. And then turned beet red. Tim was the military recruiter I’d been crushing on for weeks. The guy I wanted more than anyone else to fuck me senseless.

“One of the things you learn in the army is how to treat a woman properly,” he said, pulling out a chair so I could sit more comfortably. I blushed. He hadn’t even changed out of his army clothes, and I could see how good the fatigues made him look.

“Thanks,” I said, almost afraid to say anything else. I swallowed hard and then looked him in the eyes. “I…didn’t mean to tease you last night. College is a time for me to get to know myself, and I’m still doing that.”

He nodded. “Don’t worry about it. Really. And as long as you’re getting to know yourself, can I join in? Tell me about yourself.”

I told him about me, skipping over inconvenient details like I was born with a cock and oh-by-the-way I fantasize about you fucking me on a daily basis. Instead, Pendik Çıtır Escort I told him things like my parents were teachers from Jacksonville, I broke my arm in fourth grade falling from a treehouse, and I once won first place in a science fair. He laughed at all of my jokes and made me feel like this was going somewhere. In return, he told me that his dad was in the army too, his mom had died when he was eight, he had only broken a bone in basic training (dodging a grenade), and had never won anything, not even a free soda.

It started getting late, late enough that a single girl dressed up on a college campus might have some problems with drunken frat boys. “Will you walk me home,” I asked, hoping against hope he might say yes.

“Of course,” he said, and when he smiled at me, his brown eyes almost glowed. I loved it. I was getting walked home by *the* guy.

We made it back to my dorm room safe and sound. I don’t think any frat boy, no matter how drunk, is going to mess with a big strong army guy. At the door, I hesitated. This was new to me. Did I invite him in? Did I give him a kiss and say next time? Did I do something else?

“Is something wrong,” he said as I stood in the doorway.

“I…don’t know what comes next. There’s all sorts of things I want to do and don’t want to do and…it’s a mess.” I started to tear up, worried I was going to make a mistake.

“Do any of these options involve seeing me again?” he asked.

“All of them,” I said, grinning like the idiot I felt like.

“Then I’m ok, no matter what.” He kissed my forehead, a protective kiss. It made me want to melt.

“Will you kiss me good night,” I asked.

He smiled, bending down to kiss me, before I stopped him. “Not out here,” I said, “inside. Come inside.” I practically pulled him inside. My roommate was home, so most of the ideas I had — ideas of Tim bending me over and plowing me all night, cum oozing out of my gaping ass — were out of the question. Almost ostentatiously, I kissed him in front of my roommate. This time, my tongue went into his mouth, my hand reaching around to pull him closer, feeling his muscles through his tunic. After a few seconds, my roommate began to applaud.

Guiltily, I broke the kiss.

“Who’s the boy, Sam?” she asked.

“Tim, Anna. Anna, Tim.” I said, introducing the two of them. I felt a pang of jealousy. As the girl at college I was closest to, Anna was my constant comparison. I measured myself against her day and night, and almost without fail, it seemed like I didn’t measure up. I know now it was all in my head, but at the time, it seemed like she was the woman and I was an impostor, a “shemale,” not the woman I really was.

Tim kissed me again for good measure. “I have to work at the downtown recruiting office tomorrow and Tuesday,” he said. “But Wednesday, 1900 hours, I am picking you up and we are going to dinner. No ifs, ands, or buts. Choose where.” I smiled, kissing him one last time, before showing him to the door.

After he left, Anna squealed, leaping up to hug me. “You had a date! And a hot date! Jesus, I wish I could be you right now. I’m sure you’re ready to cream yourself. Just looking at him…I want to cream myself!”

I grinned again. “Isn’t he?”

She nodded vigorously, before turning serious. “Have you…have you told him about…everything?”

I shook my head. “Isn’t that like…fourth date conversation? ‘Hi, I actually have a penis but it’s ok I want you and you don’t even have to look at it if it grosses you our.'” I tried to joke about it, but inside I was terrified. What if he wasn’t OK with it? What if he thought I was a freak or even worse, was like those Navy guys a few years back who killed someone. I was trying to stay calm, but it wasn’t necessarily working.

Monday and Tuesday came and went — and I came too. In the shower, in my bed, even once recording myself on my camera phone. Ever since I had begun making my changes, I couldn’t get enough of watching myself. Finally, Wednesday rolled around. All throughout my psych classes — including Human Sexuality (Male) — I could feel my cock twitching as I imagined my perfect date and my perfect ending.

Wednesday morning I began to panic. I knew that he was a gentleman, but I also knew that eventually, if things kept going so well, he’d want more from me. Hell, I wanted to give more, or at least part of me did. Another part of me, probably the bigger part just wanted to keep the romance going. I had never had someone appreciate me for being a woman. Finally, I decided to ask someone with loads more experience than me.

“Anna,” I said. “What do I do? What if he wants to fuck me or what if he wants a blowjob? I’m just not ready yet.”

“Sam, it’ll be OK. You have time. You don’t have to jump into bed with him. If he really likes you, he’ll let you set the pace. Besides, I don’t think you need to worry. He’s a sweetheart, even if he can’t pull his eyes off your chest.”

I grinned. “I love being a girl,” I said. Then I lowered my voice. “And…when Pendik Elit Escort I’m ready, what if he doesn’t…understand? What if he says ‘I only fuck real girls,’ and tells everyone?” I shuddered. My worst nightmare was for the whole college to find out about my cock. I knew I wouldn’t have it forever, but I still felt ashamed. I had been born in the wrong body, and nothing I could do right then would fix that.

“Then he’s not worth it,” Anna said simply. “But don’t worry. You’ll be fine. And you’ll look amazing. Hottest girl in the room.”

Giggling, I threw my arms around Anna. “You’re so great. I was worried I’d get some weirdo or bitch for a roommate, but I got a really great friend.”

“Aww. Now let’s get you dressed up properly.”

Anna helped me pick my second date outfit, a dark green halter top that fit snugly around my breasts. I went braless, wondering if Tim would notice my nipples, hard and visible though the shirt. I felt so naughty, my hand straying a few times. I wished Anna would finish helping me and conveniently disappear for a few minutes, just long enough for me to cum before my big date. But no such luck. By the time she chose just the right jeans (tight enough that I thought for sure my cock wouldn’t be able to hide) and panties (little red ones that said “eat me” with a little picture of a mushroom), Tim was at the door. I gave myself one last look in the mirror, checked my crotch, and let him in.

I wasn’t wearing any makeup, but he didn’t seem to care. He kissed me straight away, making me sigh happily as he sucked my tongue into his mouth. Never having kissed anyone else, I had no idea how good it could feel.

“Enough with the PDAs,” Anna said with a laugh. She gave me a quick wink, before Tim escorted me out the door. He wrapped his arm around me once we got outside, letting me snuggle into him. While it was the spring semester, the air was still cool enough that in my rather skimpy outfit I could really enjoy his warmth and I relished the opportunity to be a girly girl.

Dinner went great — we tried a new Italian café that opened up just around the corner from me. He ordered a bottle of wine, and they didn’t even both carding me. Which is just as well, since I was only nineteen and some days didn’t even look that. We both had half the bottle, and with my lightweight tolerance, was beginning to get drunk. And horny, so very horny. Being with Tim just made me squirm inside (and a little outside, but I don’t think he noticed.)

After a couple of hours, dinner ended. I didn’t want the conversation to end and I certainly didn’t want to leave my man. I was wrapped up in fantasies, some of a romantic sort, and some more focused on the lust growing in me. I fantasized about how good it would feel when he took my virginity, about how he would moan as I sucked his cock, and about how sweet his cum would taste as it slid down my throat.

We walked back towards my room, but I purposefully took the long way round, to a secluded bench between some trees. “Sit with me,” I asked, hoping for a few extra minutes with him. I didn’t know what etiquette said about the whole situation. Honestly, I’m not even sure what etiquette applies to girls with cocks, so I was making it up as I went along.

“Of course,” he told me. And before I knew it, we were making out, hot and heavy. I nibbled on his ear, he sucked on my neck, our lips barely moved away from each other. Not counting my other kisses with Tim, which were epic in and of themselves, this was my first makeout session, and I loved it. After what seemed like days (more like 45 minutes), I stopped myself. I wanted to go further so badly, to drop to my knees (in public!) and suck his cock dry. But I still knew I needed to work up to it. I gave him one last, lingering kiss and asked him to walk me home.

As he stood up, I see feel the heat in his eyes, his desire to take me home and stay, to teach me what he liked and to learn what I liked. He groaned as I pressed up against him, breasts against his side, but to his credit, he didn’t try to touch me, until I moved his hand, letting it cup my chest.

When we got to my room, we kissed again, my mouth opening for him. I groaned as he broke the kiss. Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever had hormone treatments, but they leave us girls a little…emotional. I began tearing up, his arms wrapped around me.

“Samantha,” he said, “is something wrong? Did I do something? Can I help?”

I shook my head. “I just feel…like a tease. Like I’m promising more than I’m delivering. I really…really…really want to do more, but I’m still new at things like potential relationships and boys and even kissing. I guess I’ve just seen so many girls go from zero to sixty in one night that I feel guilty for taking it slow.”

“Samantha,” he said, and I felt shivers go down my spine as he said my name, “I don’t know what makes you feel like I wouldn’t take my time with such a wonderful girl. If you’re worried about modern men, let me assure you that there’s at least one nice guy left. Not all of us are jerks. And that’s OK. If you need to take it slow, and see where we’re going, or see where you’re going, I got that. Just remember that I’m here.” He smiled at me as he said that. “And preferably, I’d like to be here tomorrow afternoon after you’re out of class. I’d love another coffee.”

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The party was at Jackie’s house.

It was a nice little single-story three-bedroom located at the termination point of a cul-de-sac, nestled amid the city’s suburbs. To either side and extending forever were more houses, identical in all but color, their stepford lawns and neatly pruned trees providing fair warning to the sedate, conforming atmosphere of the neighborhood. If it were a flavor of ice cream, it would be vanilla. If it were an animal, it would be stuffed. But tonight, at least at Jackie’s house, things were going to be anything but ordinary.

A dozen vehicles were parked against the curb. Most of them belonged to friends and were easily recognized, but a handful were unfamiliar to me. That was often the case with Jackie’s parties; she’d invite the common core of our friends, then toss out feelers to those new folks she had won over with her smile, her charm, and that little giggle. God, how I love that giggle.

Turns out that that many cars fills up a cul-de-sac terribly, and I had to park down the street under the cover of an enormous oak. I didn’t mind the walk. My job has me on my feet all day. And I knew better than to leave any valuables in my car, even in a quaint neighborhood like this. If I had come with somebody else I might have tried parking nearer out of consideration, but tonight I was alone. For Jackie’s parties that was best.

I had decided earlier to wear a dark button-up, a little more dressy than I usually wear, and a pair of jeans. Simple, but I’ve been told it works for my body. Better still, the heavy fabric was a comfort against the stiff September breeze.

As I got nearer, I could hear the faint sounds of music and laughter, the good natured yaps of Jackie’s terrier, and saw the gentle glow from the windows spill onto the darkened lawn. From the bustle it seemed like everybody was already here.

“John!” a voice called over from the doorway. It was Jackie, grinning, trying to keep her tiny, excitable dog from charging out the open front door to greet me.

I think most people know a Jackie. The sort of woman who is full-figured and curvy, but who carries it wonderfully in all of the correct places. A woman who is bubbly, with an enthusiasm that makes her the easiest person in the world to talk to. The kind of person capable of caring about anything and providing her undivided attention. The girl everybody wants as a friend.

But there was another side to that coin too, probably caused by (and the cause of) so many of those qualities. Jackie was self-conscious of her fuller body and felt that most men looked down upon her because of it. It created a vacuum to be filled, a compulsion to make friends with not just anybody, but everybody. She had a need to be liked. To be validated. Then, being such an open person, as men came and went from her life and as that validation failed, she took those wounds personally.

In short, Jackie was a woman who wanted love, who craved love more than anything, but had found it missing so often in the hurtful judgments of others that she had almost given up. As I’ve gotten to know her over time, as I discovered this to be more and more true, I find I love her more because of these hurts, not despite them.

Now I’d be lying if I said I didn’t know her better even than that. Jackie and I weren’t romantically involved, but we had been physically intimate on a great number of occasions. Why not? We were both single. Opportunities had presented themselves, but truthfully there had been more to it than that. I wanted to be a person in her life that she could depend upon. I wanted to be a foundation she could return to. But I also wanted to be her lover.

There had been a healthy way to go about it. It started when we were good friends, so she knew I cared for her and wouldn’t toss her aside afterwards. I made gestures and provided flirtatious hints as to my interest, but I made sure she pushed fully for it first. That made it her idea, her achievement, her burst of confidence upon hearing another person say ‘yes’ to an intimate request. And then, once we began our enhanced friendship, I treated her as I would any lover, with a mix of tenderness and lust, the sort which can help repair a troubled self-image. At least, all of that was my hope. You never really know the exact effect you have upon another person.

“I was worried you weren’t going to make it.”

“I know,” I replied. “Work kept me late or I would’ve been here sooner. But I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

“Ha! I bet,” said Jackie. This was followed by her giggle, that giggle, which meant she had much more sinful thoughts tickling the edge of her mind. “After how my birthday party went, I expected you to be the first one here. Hell, I expected you to show before the party.”

“Would have if I could, believe me.”

Which was true. Her birthday party two weeks earlier had been something special. It was largely the same crowd at the same house. Jackie had worn a red dress. Early that evening I had asked her what she wanted Pendik Fetiş Escort for her birthday, and she just gave me a look and a smile. By midnight she was a little tipsy and kept stealing glances my way, past the assorted friends and stragglers, so I decided to walk behind her chair on the backyard patio, lean over to where my lips were just grazing her ears, and whisper, “I want to tell you happy birthday. Privately.”

Not the best line, I admit, but within thirty seconds she had followed me to her bedroom where we groped and strained and tugged at each other’s clothes until they were spread all over the floor. We couldn’t wait. Her hands explored my body, searching, finding my dick hard and ready for her after only the slightest attention.

For my part I started with the nape of her neck, touching and kissing with gentle pressure, before working my way down to caress her ample, perfect breasts. Jackie’s tits were extremely sensitive, more-so since the piercing, and I could sense just how wet it made her as she pressed my face against them. All the while her hand stroked my cock, slowly at first, her grip tense, but as I made my way down her divine body her hands grew slippery, her jerks faster and more crazed.

The encounter was meant for something else though. It was her birthday. The first offering I wanted to give her had to happen soon. I was too hard and we were both too fucking horny to delay satisfaction. No, I had to touch her and taste her. I remember distinctly the way she trembled with pleasure, the faint breathless moan, and the way she bit her lip as my hands finally coursed down her body to the cleft where her legs met and formed that perfect pink spot. As my hands descended her body, so did my mouth, teasing her with drawn breaths and the flickering tip of my tongue, grazing the short, soft hairs of her pussy before devouring her wholly and completely. I was ravenous, and my mouth was to be her first proper birthday present.

While we weren’t a couple, the others at the birthday party would’ve been hard-pressed to tell that from the sounds we were made from her bedroom during our all-night fuck marathon. The rhythmic creaking of her bed springs. The headboard banging against the wall. The sound of her moaning with her mouth full. The exhausted, almost muted screams of her coming as my tongue and lips explored her glistening, flawless vagina. The erotic impact of me entering her again and again as our bodies collided, as she fingered herself and then put those same fingers in her mouth as if they were a second cock for her to swallow. It’s a wonder we remembered to use condoms that night. We had been so incredibly horny, so intensely single-minded, one hot noisy fuck after the next until we were both so exhausted that we didn’t even remember going to sleep.

Standing outside her party now, two weeks later, Jackie just smiled her devilish smile and I followed her inside.

Again she was wearing a dress, but this time it was sheer black, perhaps to accompany her new hairstyle. Shoulder-length, darkened to a shade between auburn and deep crimson. She walked me through the house, greeted guests as a good hostess, and led me to the kitchen. Jackie wanted to show off all of the appetizers and finger-foods she had made for the party. The girl could cook; it was one of her nervous compulsions, but such practice meant her results were always wonderful. There was an entire table full of homemade snacks, cookies, and other desserts, right alongside the booze. It would’ve taken me a week to make that, but no doubt she had done it in just a few hours.

For a while, the party went on like normal: games, music, talking, drinking. I caught up with a few old friends. More than once Jackie and I found ourselves alone together or talking to the same person, exchanging little banter or funny anecdotes. We had been friends well before we had ever been ferocious fuck buddies, so it was a simple matter to go from one to the other. At least that’s what I had thought at first.

As the hours went on I found myself distracted. It was her mention of the birthday party, and knowing it was still on her mind. It was her giggle. It was the way she still kept pursuing glances at me from across the party, even tonight. It wasn’t just that though, it was the house itself. Her house. A constant reminder of all of the things we had done over the months in the name of lust accompanying friendship.

Her second bathroom, for instance, where I had first seen her beautiful figure laid bare. We had been getting ready to go to a movie, and she shouted not to peek because she was changing. Yet she hadn’t closed the door, and when she caught me glancing over at her large breasts and erect nipples, she smiled and giggled before reaching down between her legs. Only then did she close the door.

Or over by the bookshelf in the corner. A few weeks after the erotic bathroom viewing, before we had decided to be fuck buddies, we were planning to go mini-golfing. I joked about it as if Pendik Gecelik Escort it were a date. Jackie laughed and asked if she was going to get laid afterward. Later, while we were playing a round and teasing each other, we joked again about making things more interesting. Winner pleasures loser. It was fun and hot to think about but I hadn’t considered it anything more than that until we got back to her place and she pushed me towards the bookshelf.

She said, “Is this spot okay?”

I was taken aback. “For what?”

“You won,” she said smiling. “Now I’m going to suck your cock.”

Ignoring the fact that I hadn’t won, and that actually we had stopped keeping score, what happened after that had been amazing. Jackie dropped to her knees in front of me, opened her mouth, stuck out her tongue as if to invite me in, and giggled. She pawed at the front of my pants. The zipper caught but she wasn’t to be deterred. I was already stiff when her hand found my cock and she released it from my underwear.

“God I want to taste you,” she said, right before I felt her breath on the tip of my penis. “Shove that fucking thing into my mouth!”

There’s nothing quite like seeing your manhood slide between a pair of perfect glistening lips, disappearing down a throat, of seeing your lover’s eyes gaze upwards at your own as you feel a gentle suck and then intense suction on your swollen dick, as you feel a hot tongue circle around your head. You want it to last forever.

I barely lasted a few minutes as she bobbed up and down on my dick, humming to herself or trying to talk while I filled up her mouth. I hadn’t realized before then just how much I wanted her, how much I needed her, right there, taking me wholly inside her. I started to help things along at her insistence, to work my dick around inside her gasping mouth, to buck and thrust, to fuck her hot slippery hole like the pleasure-giving gift that it was, when I knew I was almost there. She knew it too and helped me to withdraw. She then took started rubbing my cock on her face, smearing the mix of saliva and transparent pre-come on her cheeks and lips, smiling and laughing and loving it.

It was so hot, so sexy, that when she said, “Come all over my face like the fucking slut I am. Do it, John! I want to feel you on my face. I want to taste you in my mouth. C’mon, do it!” I couldn’t contain myself. Pleasure streaked through my whole body as my glistening cock exploded. Stream after stream of hot jizz covered her beautiful, enthusiastic face, her nose, her lips. She grinned as the white dripped down into her mouth. I’ve never experienced anything so sexy since. I wish I had had a camera.

Of course I wasn’t the sort to let that go unanswered. She had barely wiped off her face when I threw her on the couch and ate her out, her hips bucking, forcefully pressing her ravenous cunt into my mouth and face. I traced lines with my tongue and then lightly sucked on her clit as she pressed even harder. My hands swept along the inside of her thighs, swept around to her ass, and I pulled her to me tightly. She was screaming so loudly now I was sure the neighbors heard, but fuck ’em. This was about me and her, my mouth and her pussy, and at that moment I’m sure neither of us could’ve even formed a coherent sentence if we had wanted to.

As I continued to zealously worship her, I brought my hands around, massaging that sensitive bridge of flesh between her thighs and her labia in rhythmic motions, and still she pressed harder against the attention of my hungry mouth. She needed something, anything inside of her at that point. She grabbed my hand and thrust my fingers into her opening. I curled them upwards, gently rubbing her magic spot as my mouth formed a vacuum on her hood and clitoris. Everything about her body was perfect to me. That first night together, her vagina was perfection and I explored it relentlessly with my mouth. Jackie isn’t a squirter, but that evening it almost seemed like she was!

By the time she was panting with orgasm-induced ecstasy I was erect again, and we went into the bedroom to pleasure each other simultaneously. I don’t remember how long we sixty-nined on her bed, but I do remember we had both come so many times by the end that we didn’t have any energy left to fuck. Our first time having sex would wait for the week after.

So here I was, at the party, thinking of all those things. Thinking of that bookshelf in the corner, where I had learned how much Jackie enjoys to suck, enjoys giving the dirtiest, most amazing blowjobs, as if her mouth had been made for cock. I was no longer thinking with my brain. Instead I couldn’t stop myself from picturing Jackie on her knees. Jackie bent over. Jackie with her thighs around my neck. Of the times we’ve fucked in the car. Of the time she had blown me under the table at a restaurant. Of the handjob in the theater. Of the numerous times I’ve eaten her out under her desk or in the parking lot at work during her lunch break.

I was so horny that Pendik Genç Escort I had to find her. Had to taste her. Had to feel her. But try as I might, I couldn’t find her among the guests of the party. I texted her, asking where she had gotten off to. A moment later she replied: “Bedroom ;)”

That was it then! Birthday Party 2.0. If people thought we were loud last time, they had no idea what they were in for. She was going to be my main meal of the day, her scent covering my face. I was going to fuck her senseless until we were both so wildly out of our minds, I was going to–

Inside the bedroom Jackie was already on her knees, at the foot of the bed, with a stranger’s cock down her throat. The top of her dress was peeled down to reveal her breasts, one of her hands worked vigorously between her legs, and the other stroked the shaft into her mouth. She looked over at me and smiled, barely taking her lips off the stranger’s dick. Her phone was on the floor beside her, its screen still glowing in the dim bedroom light. She had no doubt been sucking while she texted me, trying to work the screen while her face pumped up and down.

I was stunned by the sight. I knew she had fantasized about having multiple men. She had told me about how once in college, after a breakup, she had gotten drunk at a party and invited a few boys back to her room for a mini-blowbang. She dropped to her knees in the center of them, stroking, fondling their balls, teasing their heads with her tongue, before sucking each cock dry. She had loved it.

I must admit the scene of her on her knees now, her mouth stuffed, saliva and come dripping from around her lips, was incredibly hot. Seeing her at her dirtiest was a complete turn-on. And she was staring at me lustfully as she did it. I was hard as a rock. I guess she didn’t know how to take my silence though, because she stopped for a moment, her mouth releasing with a pop, and gestured me over with a giggle. The stranger didn’t seem to mind, he probably couldn’t remember his own name after how she had been devouring him.

“I have more holes than just my mouth,” she said slyly.

She spoke of her body as if it were an amusement park, and my own body was eager to experience all of its ride and attractions yet again. Only at the edge of my attention was the other man, but some part of me couldn’t help noticing that he shared a number of my qualities: same height, same mildly athletic build, same dark hair, even our dicks were about the same size; not mammoth but just above average, perfect for any entry.

I approached Jackie from behind as she returned her attention to blowing the stranger lying at the edge of her bed. I knelt down and pressed my body against hers, so she could feel the arousal in my pants press against her butt, and then I reached around and cupped her breasts. She squealed with pleasure but it came out as a gurgle as the stranger continued pumping his cock into her tight mouth. Jackie pressed her body back into me and shook her ass against my pants. I removed one hand from teasing her nipple, slid it down to her crotch, and joined her own fingers as she rubbed herself. She was already so wet as to be practically dripping on the carpet.

“You want both of us tonight?” the stranger finally asked, as if it weren’t obvious.

“Fuck yes!” she said, releasing him from her suction. “I’d be blowing John too if he would hurry up and get his cock out.”

How could I resist that invitation? I kicked off my shoes, sat down on the bed beside him and slid my pants down. She grabbed my penis with the hand she had been using to finger herself and licked her lips as she glanced between the two stiff members she was gripping.

She alternated, descending her mouth upon one cock and then the other, sometimes for just a moment, sometimes for what felt like blissful eternity, but she always stroked the other so as to keep us both rigid and throbbing. Whenever I thought the warmth and pleasure was too much, the swirling of her tongue too perfect, whenever I thought I was too close, she’d release me from her oral fixation and switch to the stranger.

The scene was perfect. Jackie on her knees at the foot of the bed, topless, her ample breasts swaying as with open mouth she went from his cock to mine, then back again, her hands jerking our shafts furiously. She was reveling in the taste and the lustful debauchery of the night.

Then she rocked back on her knees, providing us a more prominent view. Her grin was already messy and slick, even though we hadn’t yet come. Her tits were pressed together between her arms, presented to us with pouty, pierced nipples eager for attention. The hem of her black dress was hiked up, revealing her aroused, wet pussy and the carefully maintained patch of short dark hair above. Her whole body craved our mouths and cocks.

The stranger made an animal sound, as if his conscious brain couldn’t comprehend the sexual beauty in front of us on her hands and knees.

Jackie giggled. “Tonight,” she said slowly and seductively, “here is what I want to happen. I’m going to fuck the shit out of both of you studs. I’m going to fuck you so hard I won’t be able to get out of bed tomorrow. In return you’re going to make me the center of attention all night. All fucking night. And I want it all.”

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The weekend was fast approaching. Amber lived fairly modestly, and she didn’t know how her Master, who was very obviously a very wealthy man would find her quarters. She didn’t have to worry all the much. Through the week there was a bunch of delivery guys who dropped everything off from brand new furniture for the living room and the bedroom, new appliances for the kitchen and even decorative items to spruce up the place. Master told Amber to have every piece assembled and arranged according to His liking (He had emailed the floor plan to her with the most minute details). He said this will serve two purposes: help her develop new skills, and keep her mind off of His arrival at the end of the week.

Amber appreciated that very much. She had been very nervous, and rightfully so. She knew nothing about this man she met on the internet. No name, no photo, no age, no ethnicity. She had not even heard His voice. He would keep His camera and mic off when they would be online together. Amber on the other hand was told to invest in a set of studio quality lights and place them facing her behind her laptop so Master Pendik escort bayan could see her very clearly in bright studio quality light. Master also always insisted she speak up loud. He told her hearing her own voice loud and clear saying responses like “yes Master”, “thank you Master”, “please I beg you to allow me to cum Master”, “sorry Master for my mistake” and “please don’t punish me Master” would help reinforce her role in the relationship to herself. She had been extremely shy at first. It had taken a few weeks for Master to even get her to talk rather than type/chat. The rest had been easy. Infact Amber had come forth with the request that she be naked while on camera with her Master. She had said that would make her Master happy and horny for her, and that in turn would make her feel very fulfilled. Master had taken a deep breath, smiled inwardly and said yes. But with an added condition.

If she wanted to sit in front of the camera naked for Master to enjoy the view, she must do so by dropping down on her knees and sitting back on her feet, legs spread wide so her could see her cunt Escort Pendik that belonged to Him clearly. Amber had cringed at Master’s use of the word ‘cunt’ to refer to her vagina. She somehow always felt her vagina was special. Her man would obtain pleasure from it, and she would one day bear children all thanks to her vagina. Master’s tone and reference almost made her question her judgment. She was acutely made aware that while her vagina was special to her, it now no longer belonged to her. It was just another hole in her body that would satiate Master’s cock when He so pleased. That it was Amber’s job to make sure the hole was always maintained at full readiness to accept Master’s cock. That meant her cunt would stay warm, wet, and welcoming.

Getting back to Master’s condition about Amber’s request to allow her to go naked on video for Master, He further instructed that she would maintain that position however long their chat/video lasted, however uncomfortable it got for her. And lastly, once she got into the position, she would NEVER so much as even shift a little bit, let alone move out Pendik Rus Escort of it until told. The last sentence had been an order and Amber knew it was no joke. The next few weeks had been really bad. Her legs cramped up during sleep, she had big bruises where the knees dug into the floor over extended periods of kneel-sitting. She even had some swelling in one knee. She told Master everything as she was supposed to. Master told her it was the breaking-in phase, and that the human body is highly adaptable; very soon she’ll get used to it. Getting used to the kneel-sitting position had taken a very painful 3 weeks, but by that time, Amber felt like if she was not kneeling, she was not comfortable.

Then came the crucial exam. Master told Amber to record herself kneel-sitting with her hands behind her back, her long soft and luxurious blonde hair neatly tied in a pony-tail, legs spread wide, back arched with her chest pushed out. She was to set the camera up where Master’s face would be if He was standing in front of her, and look straight at the camera. Her head and face would be tilted up, and her mouth would stay wide open with her tongue pushed out of her mouth as far as it would go.

She was to record herself for a straight 8 hours. No shifting, no moving. No drinking water, no getting up to go to the washroom. No food either. Only kneeling, staring up and breathing.

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Mistress Red Fox Becoming a Devotee Pt. 02

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After the first session with Mistress Red I was totally enthralled. We’d been in communication a little, but mostly I’d been busy writing. I’d finished chapter 1 of this story and was wondering what chapter 2 might include. I’d submitted the chapter to Mistress Red for her approval and was waiting for her feedback, before sending the final script to Literotica.

On Mistress Red’s orders I was spending more time each day with three little rubber O rings fitted over the head of my cock to use as glans rings. A normal glans ring fits under the head of the cock, to ensure that it stays erect to simulate the woman during penetration. These rings were doing the exact opposite.

The black rubber O rings were only 18 mm, just less than 3/4 of an inch in diameter. I’d found out that if I used three or four of them, carefully pulling and sliding them over the sensitive glans to fit under the corona, my foreskin would be forced to remain fully retracted.

My cock looked like a mini version of the stretched neck of an African women with metal rings elongating their necks. The rings keep the sensitive glans of my cock out from its usual protection of my foreskin, meaning constant stimulation with every footstep. They make it necessary to sit down to piss and each time I do, the little head of my cock gets engorged before I can release anything.

The crucial point though, is that my small cock simply can’t get hard once the rings are in place. My manhood is kept as my little clit, according to Mistress Red. An erection is completely impossible with the rings in place.

Mistress Red loves the look of them on her slut, and that when they are in place she effectively has complete control of my cock. She can keep it small as a clit and prevent me from wanking or cumming. Even though I could take them off at any time, I don’t. I want to please her and I never know when she might tell me to pop into a men’s room to take a photo of them to send to her.

As the days passed from the first session, she demanded that I wore them more frequently and for longer. My cock was getting smaller and it seemed to be getting used to that, just as she had planned. I wondered if I’d be allowed any erections in the future.

As a guy who for years has wanked at least once a day while reading some kinky story on Literotica, I’d not cum for two weeks. I was building up a serious backlog of cum in my balls, and it made me hornier and more submissive.

Late one night I was wandering through the kinkier aspects of the net, and I ended up perusing some delightful pics. I saw a stunning image of a beautiful Mistress with fabulous heels and a gloriously huge strap-on with the perfect tagline “I peg therefore I am.” I sent a link to Mistress Red saying “Philosophy ummmm”.

I sat on the sofa with my glass of wine and laptop, waiting. A few minutes passed and the words I’d desperately longed for flashed up, “Let’s do it piglet!”.

Could she really mean that, or was this just more roleplay? Although Mistress had plugged me at the end of the last session, now she was talking about actually fucking my sissy ass pussy. That was a whole ball game.

I responded as she knew I would, “Please make me your bitch Mistress Red.” There was nothing in the world I wanted more.

I could almost hear her chuckling over the computer lines, “You are such a slut, such a complete slut.”

“Indeed I am Mistress Red, your little fat piglet of a slut, you bring out the inner slut in me.”

“Have you got my rings in place on that dirty pathetic little clit of yours?”

“No Mistress sorry I haven’t.” She hadn’t told me I needed them in place, but I realised that I should have anticipated her command.

“Don’t say sorry, you stupid little slut, go and get them in place right away and send me the photo.” Shit I’d got this one wrong.

I ran to the bathroom and put the three O rings in place. It was difficult as I was partially erect, but I pulled and squashed my cockhead until they were in place, doing their job keeping me flaccid. Then I took the photo and sent it to her. “How long would you like them in place Mistress Red?”

“For the entire night bitch, they should have been on earlier in the day and you know that.”

“Yes Mistress, it won’t happen again.”

Tagging her into another photo, this time it was a Mistress with a big white strap on cock starting to take a shaved sissy. Her response this time was to say, “Your tears and snivelling will be so HOT to me.”

Then she was gone.

I was so turned on at the interactions with Mistress Red that I had a few drinks too many one night on a weekend. My family were away and I got a little drunk. I thought it was a good idea to extend my shaving regime, hoping that it would please her, or at the very least amuse her.

Previously I’d only shaved my balls and ass pussy crack, but this time I went much further. Once I’d finished shaving, I had a moment or two and thought what the fuck, how am I going to hide this, istanbul escort but then horniness took over. I began posting pics of a freshly shaved me online, with my freshly shaved armpits, chest, everywhere around cock and balls, even the landing strip and ass crack. Way more than I’d ever done before and something I have to hide for a while.

Mistress Red messaged me the following morning, “Bravo piglet, as bald as a bandicoot, just the way I like you.”

Mistress Red then came back about my story, I was desperate to get it published – so, so keen. “Hi Piglet, I have just been through your masterpiece again, fixed a bit of grammar here and there, and attached it to this email. I reckon it’s good to go!” I was utterly elated, although maybe I should have paid a little more heed to her comment, “Fixed a bit of grammar here and there”.

“It’s so exciting and we should celebrate appropriately soon, don’t you think?” When I read this I was beside myself. Just the idea of seeing Mistress again was wonderful.

“Hi Mistress Red I’m so, so pleased you liked it. I think it will be a great read for a lot of horny Mistresses and subs alike. With a bit of luck it should also educate a few people.” I just hoped that it would get good readership numbers and preferably score over 4.5 and remain a HOT story. I knew from experience that drove higher readership numbers as did multiple chapters. So I was keen to get the second chapter completed.

“Well I say it’s time to celebrate. Come to the dungeon at 3pm on Thursday this week.” This from Mistress Red on the Monday evening. I was utterly transfixed at the prospect, especially as Mistress Red said she wanted to take me with her big new strap-on. I’d been longing for this since we first started communicating. She was strong, powerful and beautiful. I longed for her to take me until I begged for more, and for her to make me her sissy bitch.

I awoke the following morning incredibly horny. I knew I shouldn’t, but I simply couldn’t resist, I had to text Mistress Red.

“Should I practice with my dildo and plug so that I’m not too tight for your big one Mistress?” I did have real concern that Mistress Red’s biggest cock might be too much for me to take, if I wasn’t at least a little loose. Then again, as a a size queen I was desperate for her to plug my depths and wanted to be open enough to take a good hard fucking. Being on all fours for Mistress Red as she pushed the plug home in session one was an amazing feeling. But the thought of her lining up behind me wearing her strap on, was a different kettle of fish.

“Yes you better practice, so no tears ruin your makeup slut.” I could imagine Mistress Red’s smile as she texted.

“But I thought you liked the idea of me crying and making my makeup run?” I’d never been much of a pain slut, but the desire to please and satisfy Mistress Red’s latent sadism was intoxicating. I hoped my brain wasn’t writing cheques that my body couldn’t cash.

Mistress Red replied, “The running mascara would make a striking photo, but it would be wasted, as you could never share it or risk it being seen dammit!!” I could sense her frustration.

I didn’t want to let Mistress down, there had to be a way to show the photo if she made me cry for real. I hoped it would please her. She seemed so disappointed that her handiwork couldn’t go on the web. I had to make this happen.

“We must be able to take a pic with the tears and mascara and saliva or a dildo in place that makes me not recognisable so it can go online?” As ever, I was so keen to please and wanted the images for my profile. Just the idea had me breathless, but the reality of being made to cry was outside my comprehension. Then again, sluttiness always overcomes logic for a slut.

“True, I’m sure we can.” Now, it just meant me taking enough punishment to actually cry for Mistress.

“I’ll make sure I’m ready for you Mistress Red, I’ll go straight home and open my asspussy up with my dildo then I’ll push the plug in. It’s just that in the past going into session when I was tight has always been pretty tricky, especially bearing in mind the size of your new cock. I have the O rings on my clit head already Mistress Red.”

“Good slut, now take a photo of those O rings next time you’re in the men’s room and send it to me. I love seeing you all squished up and controlled for me, knowing that I’m controlling you when you’re not even with me, pleases me”

“Yes Mistress I’ll take the photo right now. Would you like it if I came back to work fully plugged, in my panties and with the rings still in place?” I know what you’re thinking – such an absolutely desperate slut. But what choice have you got when that’s the way you feel in your soul.

“Oh yes. If only your colleagues knew!” I knew that the thought of me in panties, clit head exposed and butt plugged with my biggest plug as I sat working in an open plan office, would give Mistress some chuckles for the afternoon and possibly make her moist. After escort bayan all, pleasing your Mistress is the greatest joy possible.

I raced to the men’s room and took the photo and attached it to the text message and sent it. Then back to my desk to wait for Mistress’s text.

“Excellent, it looks so good. Enjoy your day slave. That’s an order.” I couldn’t leave the office fast enough, desperate to carry out the remainder of Mistress’s orders.

“Will do, thankyou Mistress. I’ll be plugged in fifteen minutes. Then for only the second time ever, I’ll be wearing the plug out in the open. I’ll be plugged all afternoon. Have a great day.” This was beyond my wildest dreams. Only once on a work trip had I plugged myself and then left the hotel for a meal plugged. It had been uncomfortable, but an intense turn on.

“Sorry one last question Are you OK for me to post these pics online please, as it was under your instructions?”

“We have to share the kink!” Simple and to the point, an order to be carried out.

I raced home, stripped naked, and took the shower head off the shower hose. I cleaned my asspussy out as quickly as I could and sniffed on some old poppers, applied my nipple clamps and lubed up my dildo. I knelt on the bathroom floor and positioned the head of my eight inch dildo at my pussy entrance. I waited for a few seconds, enjoying the feel of the dildo starting to up open my ass pussy as the poppers began to take effect, and the dull throb grew in each nipple.

Then I sniffed long and hard once more and lowered myself an inch. Now the head of the cock was in and I knew Mistress Red would want me to do this quickly. I took another long sniff and lowered myself down on all eight inches in one swift motion, moaning out with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I took the whole cock. I then rode it up and down, the plug stayed suctioned on the floor, so I worked until I thought I was loose enough.

Time was running out. I needed to get back to the office quickly, so I suctioned the plug onto the toilet seat and stood astride it. Gingerly removing the dildo and dropping it into the sink, I lined up the big red plug with my now gaping hole. Taking this plug was never easy, it had no give in it at all and was a full two and a half inches in diameter. I lowered myself a little then rose up again. Plugging one nostril, I sniffed long and hard on the little bottle of poppers and lowered myself a little more.

Another ten minutes of sniffing and squatting, rising and lowering, taking it bit by bit, stretching me more and more, until that glorious moment of the maximum opening. That moment where as a slut you know it’s close, but it’s so big you can’t be sure if you can actually take the pain or the plug. Then one more little movement and your ass muscles clench on the snap back of the plug, and eagerly pull and slam it deep into your asspussy. It’s a precious moment and I was fully plugged. I tidied up, pressed the plug in as far as the base would allow, pulled on an undersized pair of bikini bottoms, and pulled them tight between my big butt cheeks to hold the plug in deep. Then I dressed and returned to the office for an afternoon of discomfort and pleasure, trying to walk normally and act as though nothing was unusual.

It was a highly stimulating afternoon. Work was hard but still weirdly productive.

Wednesday morning, I woke up happy. One sleep to go. I had the timer set on my phone counting down to 3pm on Thursday.

Once I’d showered, I texted Mistress Red. “I’m off for a meeting with the Mayor shortly. How would Mistress Red like me to be accessorised?”

There was a short delay with no reply and I needed to get off to the meeting, so I plugged in anticipation of Mistress’s reply, and arrived at the meeting somewhat uncomfortable and stretched to the limit.

As I sat squirming in my chair, moving from side to side to try and accomodate the plug and concentrate on the meeting, my text pinged silently. “I definitely like the idea of the O rings on your slutty horny clit.” Ohhh no, I’d done the wrong thing. I just had to admit it and hope that Mistress wouldn’t be cross with me.

“Mistress I came out with the plug in and panties on, wow what a buzz. Will go home for the O rings shortly, they keep it so small and sensitive.” I hoped that would be OK, sitting through the meeting was truly surreal, moving from side to side with my asspussy held wide, wide open, trying not to give anything away at all.

“Haha that’s OK, I was busy, but at least you took some initiative.” Thank goodness for that. What an absolute relief to not have displeased Mistress Red.

“How long would you like me to remain plugged today Mistress Red?”

“Until three.” Shit that would be a full six hours. I’d certainly have worked my asspussy over really well by then, and it would be the longest time I’d ever been plugged especially with a plug of this diameter.

“Oooooooo I like it. Have a great distracted afternoon my pork Pendik escort chop.”

“Your piglet will think of nothing but you, clit head being rubbed by tight panties which are pulled tight between pig’s big butt cheeks holding plug in deep. I’m your obedient piggie sissy slut. Bye have a fab day.”

At 2.55 pm I texted once more, “Longest ten minutes of my life, waiting to unplug. What a day thanks, only 5 mins to go.”

“Tee hee!”

“Thought that might amuse you. It has been a truly wild day. Without any form of stimulant, I’ve been as high as a kite with my rude bits in sensory overload. All thanks to you Mistress. Do you require any preparations of me tomorrow other than being freshly shaved and immaculately clean inside and out.”

“No, that should be just perfect. It’s just a shame I can’t leave my marks all over you. Poor little bottie gets such a hiding.” I could hear her disappointment at the issue, she just wanted to give the punishment she thought I deserved, but was so worried about leaving marks which might be seen.

“Don’t worry Mistress Red, you can leave more marks than last time: chest, tits, back, thighs. I have to keep my top anyway as no chest hair, so that’s all good. Emma almost always goes to bed before me. I’m just going to do my best to take what you dish out, but just so long as the marks go away in a few days.” Would this reassure Mistress? I hoped so. No reply, so I tried to add more reassuring comments.

“Like you said you wanna see me cry. Lots of fresh poppers will help with the pain thresholds too. All I’d ask is that you take all the photos you like, then we can work on them after the session. Also other places can’t be seen can be marked, but they’re the very sensitive places. Mistress does that reassure you a little bit?”

“Oh that’s excellent news!”

“Brilliant. Use my body as your canvas. I think (fucking hope) that I can take it. Obviously need to steer clear of much harder than a hard slap on the face (although I think those fade quickly), and probably calves as I wear shorts, but the rest is yours Mistress. God I’m really talking myself into a corner, aren’t I?” Often slutty subs talk themselves into way more than they can take. We’d see if I was doing that.

“Ohh and I’ve got a bottle of champagne as I thought that would go with your idea of a celebration.”

“Way hay I love bubbles, that will be perfect.” Thinking of Mistress smiling was a true reward.

One more sleep, pyjamas on to hide the lack of hair, I went to sleep thinking of Mistress and hoping that she’d fill my ass pussy and fuck it really hard.

I woke on the morning of the session Fuck I was excited. I showered, cleaned out my asspussy until it was pristine, shaved my chest, armpits, balls and ass crack again even the strip above my cock. I was cleaner than I’d ever been and looked less masculine than ever, and I loved it.

I waited for the morning to pass, the hands of the clock slowed the closer we got. Then a text came through.

“Now, just to get you in the mindset for this avo – I am your editor. I get you in to celebrate finally getting your work published. You think I’m kinda geeky and bossy but have no idea I have a pathological problem when people don’t adhere to proper grammar etc. I know you’re quite interested in BDSM because naturally, I have read your work. But you’ve only ever had the odd kinky lover and detest pain. You will be scared because it will dawn on you fairly quickly that I am punishing you purely for my own psycho reasons. You address me as your editor Miss Red. Got it?

“Sounds wonderful, I love it especially the grammar aspect. So I just leave my kink bag in the interview area should you need anything from it? I look forward to celebrating with you Miss Red. See you at 3pm.”

“Yes to the kink bag. Excellent. Too exciting!”

I was intensely excited sitting in the office in tight cream panties and I loved that no one had a clue. I’d bought a fresh bottle of poppers which remained unopened as they are always at their most potent straight after opening. I texted, “I think I might need to sniff a lot today if that’s OK with you. Not sure how to occupy my mind for the next four hours, the anticipation is exquisite.”

“Terrible for work concentration! We can pop your head off Piglet.” The wonderful thing was that Mistress Red sounded almost excited as I was. Her excitement added to mine.

“Fuck that sounds amazing, see you soon.”

I went back home an hour before the allotted time and checked that I was as clean as could be. I drank bottle after bottle of water to ensure that I was hydrated, worrying a little what would happen if I needed to piss. I knew that Mistress Red was not into watersports, so hoped I wouldn’t need to go.

I sat down to waste the extra ten minutes I had, sliding my hand under my shirt to stroke my tits (as Mistress Red referred to them). Smooth with sensitive nipples, I was hugely turned on.

I got the champagne out of the fridge, picked up the kink bag, and set off for the twenty five minute journey, my heart rate rising with each minute.

I arrived 15 minutes early as planned and waited in the car park just down the road. I used the public toilet for one more sit down piss.

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Continuing story of Pat’s Panty Slave,

It had been a couple of weeks since my secret of dressing in womens underwear had been uncovered by my neighbour, Pat. She had caught me in her bedroom, on her bed, wearing her lingerie, and playing with one of her dildoes. To say I was embarassed was an understatement, but worse was to follow. Her Daughter, Jo, knew and reminded me of that fact every time she saw me. My Wife was still unaware of my little problem, so at least Pat had kept her word about not telling her, as long as I did as I was told. This obviously was an open invitation for her to do with me as she pleased.

The day had came where again I was alone for the day, my Wife and kids had headed out, and were staying over at her Parents, who lived out of town. Pat found out, and my degradation was set to continue…

I had a phone call from Pat that morning, telling me to go out and buy some new underwear to fit me. It all had to be black and racy, and the full ensemble. When I returned home I noticed a contractors van parked outside the house. A note was pinned to the door, telling me to put the underwear on under my own clothes and come next door. As I was getting dressed I could hear hammering and sawing coming from Pat’s house and I began to panic.

Still I did as I was told, and headed next door. Pat let me in and told me I was in for a treat today. She had a strange glint in her eye that worried me a little. As I walked in I could hear 2 men’s voices from her dining room. She told me that she was having some work done and not to worry!! She told me to go to her bedroom, strip to my new underwear, put on a blindfold she had left out and assume my postion on the floor in the middle of the room. By now my cock was straining in the confines of the lacy black thong I was wearing, and pre-cum was bubbling from the head. As I knelt there, I heard Pendik Yabancı Escort Pat enter the room. She said that as I was now her slave I was her’s to do with as she pleased. I nodded in agreement, knowing that if my Wife found out, I would lose her and the kids.

I then felt her presence in front of me. She then removed the blindfold, and a vision of beauty stood before me. She was dressed all in black, with stilletoes, stockings, peep-hole bra, and a strap-on dildo hung between her luscious legs. I was beholden to her and she knew it.

I leaned forward and began to lick the head of her cock, I moved my hands toward it, but she stopped me and proceeded to cuff them behind my back. She began to probe my mouth, slowly at first then speeding up as her 1st orgasm rippled through her. By now my throat was red raw with the pounding it was receiving, but I was enjoying it, and she knew it. She then withdrew it and sat in a chair to compose herself.

Then she hit me with the problem!! She hadn’t got enough money to pay the builders for the work they had done today. I was to be the payment! As I protested she replaced the blindfold and placed and ball gag over my mouth. I heard her call out to the builders to come up stairs, and I began to panic, but I could do nothing. I was about to be offered to 2 burly builders for their pleasure. I sank resigned to my fate.

I heard both men enter the room, where they then saw me sat on the floor, and Pat told them that she couldn’t afford todays work, but that she had something to offer them in lieu of money, ME!! As I was blindfolded I couldn’t see the bemused looks they gave. The 1st builder, Dave a black guy aged about 40, looked me up and down, and said that if “she’s willing, I’m able” Pat told them that her sissy slave will do anything they desired,then she took off the ball gag. The Pendik Yeni Escort men then realised that, I was infact a man dressed as a woman, but after a quick discussion, decided that they would be happy with this method of payment.

Dave then said to his mate, Steve, to go first so as to “break him in for me” Steve removed my blindfold, stepped back and removed his clothes. He was white and aged about 25. When he was stood in front of me I noticed his beautiful looking cock, about 7″ long and stood to attention. I leaned forward and began to lick the head, but being young he wanted it quick, so he grabbed my head and rammed the full length in and proceeded to fuck my face. Pat settled on her chair and began to film todays events, making sure to get good close-ups of my face being filled with cock. Dave, who had also stripped was slowly stroking his flaccid member that I saw was already about 7″ long. Steve continued pumping until I heard him say that he was close to cumming. Pat instructed me not to spill a drop. Then after a few moments Steve screamed as he unleashed his cum into my now filling mouth. He continued to pump as I tried to swallow, I then caught my tooth on his cock, and he shouted angrily and whacked me to the side of my head making me fall onto my side. My cock was gushing cum all over my underwear, I had never felt so excited and scared all at the same time.

Dave then came over and lifted me upright, he then proceeded to slap my face with his now huge, rock hard cock. He looked down at me and said “suck it good” I looked up and opened my now willing mouth. Pat had now put the camera down and was caressing Steve’s limp cock back to life.

I took about half of Dave’s cock before I began to gag at it’s length, he then grabbed my head and slammed the rest in till his huge balls began to bounce off my chin. Steve and Pat Pendik Masaj Salonu had now moved to the bed and she was about to take his cock. After 10mins of furious face fucking, Dave decided he wanted my arse. He removed his cock from my mouth and in one movement had me face down on the floor, my arms still cuffed behind me. He then pulled the thong to the side and plunged his saliva lubed cock into my arse. I screamed out in agony as it began to tear me apart.

None of us had seen or heard Jo enter the room, she watched the ensuing orgy going on in her Mum’s bedroom and proceeded to take off her clothes. She then approached me and straddled my back as she began to kiss Dave. Dave did’nt change his tempo and continued to fuck my arse at great pace. Jo then slid down my back and on laying open legged on the floor in front of my face, ordered me to eat her pussy. I opened my tear strained eyes to see a freshly fucked hole in front of me that was oozing cum, who’s I didn’t know. She then grabbed my head and pressed my face to her cunt. I licked and sucked all that I could till she began to scream to a beautiful orgasm. Dave also began to pump his cock harder as he began the throes of his cumming too. I lay there wondering if my cavity could take all he had to offer. It wasn’t long before I found out. He screamed as he exploded in my arse. Jo held my face against her pussy as she drew to a second orgasm.

Whilst all this was going on, Steve had been fucking Pat on the bed and had unleashed his cum into her cunt. Pat then ordered me to “clean my pussy up, sissy boy” I crawled across the room to where Pat sat on the edge of her bed and proceeded to lap up Steve’s cum from her now swollen pussy. I was in heaven but could only admit it to myself.

Once finished, Pat had me wank each man to another orgasm over my face. I was then told to leave the house in the underwear I was wearing and cum covered face and go home. I couldn’t move very fast as my legs were still buckling from the severe fucking I had received. Once home I showered and recovered before I reminisced about the afternoons events, and wondered when I would be called upon again….

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It was hard to concentrate on the financial model displayed on my laptop. At any moment, I was expecting the arrival of Aimee to my hotel room and my cock was already hard; the pre-cum creating a wet spot on my tented jeans.

We had begun communications following a story she had posted here on Literotica. She and her husband Will were clearly going through a difficult patch in their marriage and our early emails focused on my helping them to heal.

There was, however, an undertone of submissiveness to Aimee’s emails. Her Husband had sought to meet this need of her but it had proved difficult while still maintaining a happy and balanced relationship. I began to realize that I could be of help to them both……. And I could have a great deal of fun doing so.

I began to display dominance to Aimee in our emails. I began by asking questions, which, over time, began to be instructions. I played on her sexual reaction to both my posted stories as well as my revelations to her concerning the various sluts I kept online.

My emails grew to occasional chat’s; each one becoming more lurid until they were soon feeding Aimee’s and Will’s fantasies. Their sex life, good even at the worst times, was now exploding each evening and frequently extended to early mornings with Aimee sucking Will’s cock prior to waking the children for school.

I also was enjoying the emails and chats….. as I did with all my sluts and other female friends online.

Then I happened to mention in an email that I was traveling on business and would be spending a few days in Cleveland. Unbeknownst to me, Will and Aimee lived in a suburb of Cleveland and the thought of actually submitting to me quickly sprang to Aimee’s mind. Her submission to me had become the subject of Will and Aimee’s fantasies for awhile and the thought of it actually coming true was intensely erotic for them both.

I was surprised to read the email where Aimee proposed meeting me. Since my wild days in Russia, I had actually limited myself to online playing…….

But, I am, after all, only a man. The thought of this 30-something submissive woman becoming my sexual toy for an evening…. Well that certainly sounded better than the hotel “Adult Movie” selections.

And so it was….

It was still early in the evening when I heard someone knocking at my door.

I walked slowly to the door and peered through the peep hole at a beautiful woman looking nervously around.

I opened the door and could not help but smile at the vision before me. A short, beautiful blonde with absolutely massive breasts swelling beneath a thin, attractive blouse and “fashion” jeans stood before me. She looked distinctly apprehensive as she smiled nervously in return to my own warm expression. .

“You look lovely A… come in” I said motioning her to enter.

“G-g- good to see you…. Oliver……… “Aimee stammered, clearly nervous even as she entered the room.

I closed the door behind me and turned to see Aimee standing there looking anxiously around.

“Go on…” I said shooing her into the living room area of the suite.

I brushed past her and sat in the stuffed chair, leaving her standing nervously in the room.

“I-I-I don’t think I can do this Oliver” Aimee said looking at me pleadingly.

I smiled and stood up in front of her. Her eyes went to the floor but I raised her chin until she was looking directly up at me.

“You don’t want to disappoint Will, do you?” I said softly.

I moved her chin in a negative response.

“You don’t want to disappoint yourself, do you?” I said, again moving her chin gently back and forth again.

“You certainly don’t want to disappoint me, do you?”

“No, but its just that….” My fingers suddenly tightening on her chin cause her to pause.

“Sir, A” I murmured.

“No, I-I-I ….”

“Sir! ” I repeated more darkly this time, my fingers turning her chin white.

“No, Sir…” Aimee said meekly.

I moved my mouth next to her ear…. “Louder” I almost whispered.

“No, Sir!” she said louder this time.

I released her chin and gently caressed her face, my fingers trailing across her face as I walked behind her, admiring the woman before me. My fingers played in her blonde hair.

Standing so that her ass was now pressed against me, I leaned in, my breath hot on her neck.

“Are you wet?” I murmured into her ear even as my hands caressed her shoulders and arms and moved down to her waist.

“I- I-I don’t know Sir, I’m so nervous…” she almost squeaked.

Now my hands roamed over her huge breasts, “Double D’s” as she had promised. I let my hot breath caress her neck.

“Oh..oh..” she began.

“I think we should find out, don’t you A?”

“Yes Sir” Aimee replied quickly her breathing deepening…….

My hand slid down her belly and un-buckled the fashion belt and just as quickly the jean’s button; even as my other hand caressed a large, firm breast over her blouse.

I slide my hand down her abdomen… she wasn’t wearing panties as I had instructed.

My finger slid across Kartal Grup Escort her trimmed pussy over her clit and into her obviously moist pussy. My fingers curled deeply into her pussy as I almost lifted her up with my hand.

“Oh I would say you are wet, Aimee” I muttered… my fingers curling in and out of her.

I pulled my hand out and put my fingers on her lips…… “Taste yourself…” I instructed.

Aimee’s tongue began to tentatively lick at me fingers but I jammed them into her mouth.

“Suck my fingers clean….”

Her lips closed on my hand as I slowly withdrew it from her mouth.

“How do you taste tonight?” I asked.

“G-g-good Sir…” Aimee answered.

“Hmmmmm…. I wonder….” I said plunging my hand back down and into her pussy, my curling fingers scooping her wet up.

As I pulled my hand out, I released her breast and walked around until I was standing close to her and staring down into her eyes.

I brought my fingers up to my mouth and touched the tip of them to my tongue. “Mmmmm…. Yes, quite tasty…. I do love the taste of a woman in heat”, I said, a smirk crossing my face.

My eyes locked on hers, I slowly wiped my pussy juice covered fingers across her face and over her mouth……. Her tongue reflexively licked the juice from her lips….

“Yes….. Quite tasty….” I repeated.

I returned to my chair and sat back studying her as she stood there breathing heavily but still shifting nervously.

“Take your clothes off” I ordered firmly.

With only the slightest hesitation, Aimee placed her large purse on the table and began unbuttoning her blouse, taking it off and laying it also on the table.

She wiggled her jeans down, stepping out of them before folding them next to her blouse.

She stood and looked at me……. Now wearing only the bra holding in her heavy breasts.

I said nothing, just continued to stare at her.

Aimee reached behind and un-snapped her bra, catching it in her hands as it slide down off her breasts. Her tits sagged under their own weight, but tipped with pink nipples set on large areolas, they were magnificent.

“Suck your tit…” I instructed.

Her eyes locked on mine, Aimee used both hands to lift her right breast up and noisily sucked the nipple…

I watched, my cock now achingly hard in my jeans. I couldn’t help but rub it as I watched her perform.

“Now the other….” I said, watching as she repeated the effort with her left breast.

Hardly skinny, she had a beautiful, womanly body…… which my eyes continued to admire and my cock continued to desire.

But she needed more from me than my admiration or even my lust.

“That’s enough…..” I instructed.

“Get down on your hands and knees and come here……. Slut”. I said slowly and distinctly.

Her eyes flared at the word “slut”. In our earlier emails, she had expressed to me her objections to the derisive term.

I met her angry eyes with my own raised eyebrows.

“Do we have a problem, A”? I asked.

“I thought we had uhhh t-t-talked about that…” she said her eyes wavering.

“Come here A” I said motioning over to lap.

She slowly walked over to my chair and began to sit on my lap.

“No!” I said sharply. “Lay across it”

Aimee looked shocked but followed my instructions, awkwardly positioning herself face down across my lap and the arms of the chair.

I allowed myself a soft caress of her full ass displayed before me. I could feel her body shaking as my fingers grazed her pussy and caressed the back of her thighs.

My open hand came down hard on her ass cheek with a loud “THWAAK”

Her hands reflexively moved to protect her butt, but I roughly pulled them away.

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

The spanks came down repeatedly on her quivering ass cheeks. I could hear her begin to whimper softly as my hand reddened her round ass cheeks.

“Do you know why you are being punished, A?” I said, resting my hand on her now glowing ass.

“N-n-no sir….” Aimee moaned.

“Well…. There are several reasons, actually……” I replied.

“First….. if I want to call you Slut…..”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

My hand came down, stinging the reddest part of her ass.

“I will………. Do you understand?”

“Y-y-yes Sir….” She whined.

“THWAAK”

“What are you A?” I asked sweetly.

“THWAAK” My hand encouraged her after a brief delay.

“OUGHHHH……. I-I –I’m a slut sir……”

“THWAAK”

“Yes you are A, A nasty fucking slut!” I intoned.

“THWAAK”

“Now the second reason you are being punished…….” I continued.

“THWAAK”

“…is because you forgot to address me as Sir and we simply cannot have that”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

“THWAAK”

Aimee was beginning to sob now…

“P-p-please Sir, I-I-I’ll be good…..” She whimpered again.

I caressed her head, wiping her tears away with my hand.

“There, there, A, none of that…”

“There’s Kartal Manken Escort another reason…. Do you know what that is?”

Her body tensed expecting another hard spank…. But it did not come.

My hand caressed her ass and my fingers began teasing and exploring her pussy, soaking with her arousal.

“Because you enjoy it don’t you? ” I let my fingers, wet from her pussy slide down over and around her clit.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh” was all Aimee could moan, as I began to sensuously masturbate her; sliding my fingers around her hood, occasionally flicking at her clit now swollen and eager.

My cock was aching to get out as it reacted to her body grinding against it.

Her legs spread apart, one falling to the floor as I played in her wet crotch.

She began to hump against my hand….

“My, my, Slut…..you DO enjoy it..” I said quietly, the only sound in the room her squishing cunt as my fingers plunged in and around it.

“THWAAK”

Her body jumped even as my fingers slide back to her pussy and her hips gyrated against my cock even more.

“OOOOOHHHHHHhhhhh Oliver…….” Aimee moaned.

“I think you are going to cum, aren’t you?” I murmured.

“THWAAK”

“Oohhoohhoohhoohhoohhoohh” Aimee’s voice modulated with the rhythm of my hand now fucking her cunt hard and repeatedly.

“THUMP”

Aimme looked up at me in startled surprise from the floor where I had just shoved her.

“I don’t want you to cum yet, slut” I said quietly.

Tears began to spring from Aimee’s eyes in frustration.

“Now come and suck my cock” I said.

Her eyes darted to the outline of my swollen cock in my jeans. Licking her lips instinctively, Aimee sat up on her knees and reached for my zipper.

“Carefully, Slut” I warned.

Her hands quickly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans. As she un-zippered me, my cock, free at last from restraint, sprung up, the head glistening with the pre-cum oozing from it.

I reached down and gently grabbed her hair, guiding her face to my cock. I rubbed her face back and forth across it, as her tongue darted out to lick it with each pass.

I slowly released her hair and Aimee pulled my cock to her mouth, she kissed and sucked on the head, then the sides and finally on my balls, which she licked and gently played with.

“You may finger yourself Slut” I said.

Aimee quickly moved a hand down to her pussy and began to quickly rub it….

“But don’t cum!” I said grabbing her hair to make the point.

Her voice was muffled by my cock now being sucked slowly by her mouth and lips.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth off my cock…. A string of pre-cum and saliva extending from it’s head to her lips.

“Now use your tits…..” I said

Aimee lifted her breasts to my wet cock… and began rubbing them up and down.

The sensations were exquisite as her big, fat tits and pink hardened nipples rubbed up and down.

I put my hands on her tits and took over their motion on my cock.

“Put your hands behind your back A” I ordered.

Aimee put her hands behind her back but winced as I pulled and gripped her tits on my cock….

“Fuccccck yeah…… That feels good slut” I mumbled as much to myself as her.

I released her tits and stood up over her, my erect cock obscenely over her head and face.

I smiled as I slapped her face with my cock, as I let my jeans fall to the floor and stepping out of them.

“Crawl over to the bed and lean on it face down….. Slut”

Aimee’s face blanched but she began shuffling the 8 or 9 feet over to the king size bed. I followed behind her, slowly stroking my cock as I watched her bright red butt wiggling as she shuffled along on her hands and knees. It was hard not to notice the look of annoyance on her face; I guess she didn’t like the crawling on her hands and knees.

“Well too bad” I thought to myself, “It’s what I enjoy doing with sluts”

Standing up, she leaned over the edge of the bed as instructed, leaning on her elbows. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dropping quickly down to my cock as I slowly stroked it.

I walked up behind her and slapped her ass on the left side.

“THWAAK”

“Move down to the corner….. Slut”

Aimee shuffled down the bed until she was lying at the corner, her legs splayed on each side.

I walked up behind her, kneeling slightly and placed my cock on her pussy, rubbing its head along her soaking slit.

Aimee jerked her head around as she felt my cock touch her cunt lips.

“You promised to use a cond…”

“THWAAK”

Her cry was interrupted as my hand came down hard on her ass.

“Do you want my cock or not, Slut?” I said in a matter of fact voice.

Aimee paused, her eyes wide; staring at me.

“I-I-I……”

“THWAAK”

Her face winced as my hand stung her ass again.

“Answer me……. A”

“Y-y-yes Sir” The resignation was clear in her voice.

“What do you want, Slut?” I said more loudly.

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“Ouuu…. Your cock Sir….. I want your cock!” Aimee cried out.

“Then you shall have it….” I said, my teeth clenched, as I thrust my cock hard and deep into her wet and throbbing pussy.

I slowly withdrew it and then slammed my cock into her again, holding it in her deep as I enjoyed the warm, wet feel of her.

I withdrew it and stepped away. The night was young….

Aimee moaned again in frustration as she waited in vain for the next thrust.

“Place your hands behind your back, A” I said softly, calming myself with a couple of deep breaths.

I gently stroked my cock, slippery with her pussy juice, as I considered what I would do next.

Laying her head down on the bed, her eyes watching me, Aimee did as she was told.

The more I looked at her laying there, her breathing deep and rapid, her ass a deepening red… The more things sprang to my mind. She was mine for the evening, I intended to enjoy her.

Using a handmade silk tie which had suffered an encounter with some local spaghetti sauce, I tied her hands snuggly behind her.

A sudden look of panic crossed Aimee’s face as I stood back, stroking my cock.

“Stand up Slut” I ordered.

Aimee struggled to slide off the bed and onto her feet, no easy feat to accomplish gracefully with her hands tied. I reached over pulled her the rest of the way up with her hair, her face grimaced in pain.

I stepped up behind her until my cock was poking against her back.

“You may play with my cock Slut” I said quietly into her ear.

She lowered her tied hands until she found my cock and began fingering and stroking it.

I pushed even closer to her, my hands moving around her and onto her heavy breasts. My fingers found her nipples. I pinched them sharply and then stretched them before groping her tits again.

Her head sank back against my shoulder, her eyes closed as I played with her breasts and she fondled my cock. My hand slid down and cupped her mons, my fingers curling into her wet cunt, the palm of my hand against her swollen clit.

I stepped around her, my hand moving more deeply into her pussy. I bent over and took a beautiful pink nipple in my mouth and sucked hard.

I was now fucking her with all four fingers, my thumb gliding on and around her clit with each stroke. I spread my fingers inside her, fingering and touching her deeply while my hand rotated back and forth… then in and out.

My mouth moved to her other breast, nipping at it as my mouth found her other nipple and noisily sucked.

I sat on the bed as my hand intensified its fucking of her, my thumb rubbing ever harder on her engorged tiny clit.

Aimee was moaning now, her legs shaking and weakening….. she was so close.

I jammed my hand deep inside her as she began to cum. I pulled it out and slapped her breasts as they flopped back and forth in front of my face. I then jammed my hand roughly back inside her.

There was a sharp intake of breath from Aimee.

Biting her lip, her eyes opened wide, Aimee’s cum caused her to bend over in contraction. I was holding her up with my hand in her cunt, her own hands straining to halt the almost painful touch of my thumb on her clit as she climaxed………..

Leaving my fingers curling in her gushing pussy, I moved my thumb off her clit…. And blew softly on her pleasure point.

Aimee’s body jerked back and forth, as she tried to calm the flood of sensations ebbing through her.

I bent over and took a nipple in my teeth and bit down.

“OWWWWwwwweeeeee” she moaned. …..

I removed my hand, now covered in her cum, and rubbed it on her face; her tongue licked my hand as it moved her mouth….

I stood up and pulled her on to the bed, rolling her panting body over onto her back and tied hands. She squirmed in discomfort even as she took deep breaths, her legs rubbing together as she tried to quiet the feelings from her cunt and clit.

I sat on the bed next her, my cock still hard. I soothed her face, now as red as her ass with a blush that covered her neck and chest…….

“How was that, A?” I asked softly.

“Ohhhhhhhh “was all she could say but her smile blossomed on her face in short laughter as she caught her breath.

“I have a gift for you…”, I said smiling.

The smile on Aimee’s face only dimmed slightly as she looked at me with anticipation.

I reached over to the bed stand and opened the drawer.

I pulled out the shiny black dog collar and dangled it before her eyes.

“I think you have earned this, don’t you think?” I said calmly.

Aimee eyes flicked from the dog collar to my eyes and back. She swallowed nervously as she considered this new development.

“Haven’t you?” I repeated.

“Y-y-yes Sir” she said nervously.

I held it up before her eyes. “Can you read the name engraved on it?”

” Uh uh “A” Sir”

“Yes….. A, that’s you….. “A” ” I said, showing her the collar proudly.

“As in Slut A, isn’t it?” I said smiling.

“Y-y-yes Sir” Aimee answered meekly.

“What is it?” I said cocking my ear to her.

Her eyes darted back and forth.

“S-s-slut A, Sir”

“Yes, that’s right! Slut A!” I said beaming. I leaned forward and fastened the collar around her neck.

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Club 35 – The Second Visit

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It had been four weeks since Jennifer Lowe, a mid thirties owner of a medium sized advertising company, had returned from Club 35. She investigated and visited the club at the suggestion of her Personal Assistant, Mark. She had discovered that the club catered to fantasies of any type, but was best suited to satisfy those fantasies that incorporated bondage and domination. She had given herself completely to her fantasy of being bound and paddled and being taken sexually by both men and women.

True to their promise, Mark, and another employee of Jennifer’s, Christine, never brought up the subject of Jennifer’s submission. The were no winks, no sly smirks or knowing looks. Work continued at a hectic pace during those four very successful weeks. But toward the end of the fourth week, Jennifer found her mind, particularly at night, returning to the club. Was she desiring a repeat performance? No. That took too much planning, too much help from Mark and Christine. A new fantasy was taking over her thoughts. A fantasy that caused Jennifer to reach between her legs and feel a growing wetness. A strong climax would shortly follow. Could she actually do what her mind imagined?

She had visited the club two weeks after her scene had taken place; not to participate, but to observe and perhaps get a few ideas of what she wanted to experience. Although there were numerous scenes taking place, most did not appeal to her. She did find something of interest happening in the orgy room, as Jennifer called it. A woman, perhaps in her early thirties, was on her hands and knees sucking on one man while another male was fucking her from behind. This wasn’t ground breaking sexual activity, thought Jennifer, until she saw the man fucking the woman from behind finish and another took his place, this time entering her ass. When the man she was sucking had filled her mouth with cum, which the woman swallowed, he, too, was replaced by another cock.

Jennifer watched mesmerized by the scene in front of her. She did not even notice the man who sat next to her.

“The gang bang fantasy. Fairly common. Sometimes the woman wants three in her at once, she only wants two.”

Jennifer turned to see Andrew, the man she had met who had given her a tour of the club before she joined. The two sat in silence and watched for a while as the woman took another load in her mouth and ass.

“I think that’s 14 loads so far. She said she wanted to do 20. Want a drink?” Andrew asked.

“Yes, please.” Jennifer replied.

As they sipped their wine Andrew asked if Jennifer was going to indulge in any activity this evening. Jennifer replied that she was trying to get ideas for a fantasy that had been growing in her mind.

“Please tell me. I know from staff what took part on your first visit and I was sorry not to be here for that.” Andrew covered her hand with his and Jennifer not only felt a tingle of excitement but a feeling of calm. She told him of her fantasy.

There was silence for a moment. “I would be delighted to help you experience that fantasy, if you would allow me.”

Jennifer nodded, but said she wanted to think about it some more. She thanked Andrew and left.

The thought of that fantasy stayed with her the next few days and became more focused. Things that she had fantasized about a few days ago were replaced by other activities until she had come to a final vision of what she wanted. But, could this be done within the confines of the club? Would there still be a measure of safety even if she was in a private room with the door closed? There was no problem with the sex that she would want after the first part. She had fantasized about that before and actually acted on it the first time she made herself available at the club. She would have to talk with Mark.

That afternoon, Jennifer asked Mark to stay after work for a few moments. Dutifully, Mark came to her office after most people had gone for the day.

“Busy day today. Three accounts finished and another should be done tomorrow. We should be ready to start the Williams project on Monday. But, I don’t think you want to talk about work.”

Mark was very intuitive. He knew her moods and quite a bit more about his boss than most PA’s knew about theirs.

Jennifer laughed. “Yes. I have a question about the club. If I had a fantasy I wished to act out, maybe with one person in a private room and one I had not met before, how safe would I be?”

Mark, who was gay and submissive, was also a Dungeon Guard on certain nights at Club 35, overseeing activities and making sure the rules of the club and limits of the players were respected.

“I have never heard of any type of scene progressing past the limits of those involved. I have never had to stop anything like that. Can I ask what it is you would like to do?”

Jennifer thought a moment and said, “Last time, I decided before hand what I would allow to happen; what devices I would be bound in, what implements would be used on me. I don’t want to make those decisions istanbul escort in this fantasy. After that portion is finished, I want the sex to be…” Here, Jennifer faltered. She didn’t know how to say it. Mark did.

“Available to anyone who wanted to use any part of you.”

“Yes, that’s it,” Jennifer said quietly.

“There is always risk involved when you have a scene with a door closed in a private room but much less if it’s public. The Dungeon Guards are reluctant to go into a private room if the door is shut. They would, if they thought someone was in trouble and needed help. I know of a person who I would trust and I think you know who that is.”

“Andrew.” Jennifer said.

“Yes.” Mark replied.

The conversation concluded and Jennifer left for home.

That night as she lay in bed, Jennifer thought that she had spent enough time fantasizing and decided that it was time to indulge her needs for humiliation and submission. The following weekend would be the time that she would act. She spent the week preparing; a waxing, long baths each night, working a medium size dildo she bought discreetly on line into her ass to prepare for the cocks that would soon be inside her. She called Andrew at the club and asked him to guide her through this experience. He readily agreed.

At the end of work on Friday, Mark came into her office to say goodnight.

“Good week,” he said.

“Yes, very good. The new clients seem very happy. Any plans for the weekend?”

“Not really,” Mark said. “You?”

“Maybe.” Jennifer said but she couldn’t hide a sly grin.

“So, it’s tomorrow, then.”

“I think so. Better call me Sunday and make sure I’m not held captive somewhere.”

“No, won’t have to. Dungeon Guard tomorrow.”

Looking past Mark toward the door to see if anyone was nearby, Jennifer said, “Then you’ll get to see for yourself.”

“Is your submission fantasy going to be public or private?”

“I will leave that up to Andrew. I called him last night and asked him to oversee everything and he agreed. If I decide then I am the one planning and I don’t want to do that, remember.”

“In that case, I will watch from a distance.” Mark got up and left.

The next day passed slowly. Jennifer debated with herself on what time to leave for the club finally settling on 10:30. She thought that would be best and after doing her hair and a bit of make up, she dressed, opting for a very comfortable outfit, covering a black bra and panty set.

Jennifer arrived and checked in, showing her membership card and when asked by the attendant what type of identifier she wanted, she said, “Black collar,” indicating a submissive player. She then headed straight for the lockers. She undressed a bit nervously. Several other people were in the locker room. Finally, she reached behind her back to unclasped her bra and slid her panties down and off. She put the collar on and walked out into the club area.

She walked to the open area to be seen, rather than to watch. People were watching a woman being paddled by a couple that Jennifer recognized from her first visit. As she watched, she felt a hand on her shoulder and a voice ask, “Are you ready?”

Jennifer turned and looked into the face of Andrew. Embarrassed that this very good looking man was now staring at her totally naked body caused Jennifer to blush and not to look at Andrew.

“You have a very intense fantasy. Tell me what happens after the bondage and impact play?”

“The person or persons dominating me use my body in anyway they wish and they take me to the orgy room when they are finished with me.”

“I must tell you that I am very glad you joined. I hoped that one day I would have the opportunity to spend time with you. I will try to give you what you want. I also have a female acquaintance who could join, if that is your desire.”

Jennifer was beginning to tremble with nerves. She knew that he was looking at her small but perky tits, flat stomach and bald pussy. She had been attracted to Andrew from the moment she first saw him all those weeks ago. She nodded her head and Andrew took a leather leash from his pocket and attached it to her collar. Letting herself be led by Andrew, she walked submissively behind him as they moved toward the private rooms.

Her nudity did not matter. The leash attached to her collar did not matter. She only looked down, not lifting her eyes until they were inside a room Jennifer had never seen. It was bigger than the other private rooms. Various implements and devices lined the walls. Jennifer noticed also that a spanking bench, a metal frame and a curious device made of wood that looked like a two by four turned on its edge and attached to supports that rested on the floor. Leather straps were attached at various points on each of the pieces.

“When we begin, I will leave the door open so that anyone who wants to watch or play with you, may do so. Do you understand?”

Without being told escort bayan to answer, or how to answer, Jennifer replied, “Yes, Master.”

Andrew approached Jennifer and placed his fingers under her chin, lifting her face so that they looked in each other’s eyes. He bent and kissed her, Jennifer returning the gesture.

Andrew led her to the metal frame. He raised her left hand and placed it in the the leather cuff hanging from the top cross bar. He did the same with her right hand. Jennifer felt his hands trace along the outside of her body from under her arms across the sides of her tits to her waist. He rolled her nipples not to hurt, but to excite. Jennifer’s mouth emitted a low moan and Andrew seized the opportunity to drive his tongue deep into Jennifer’s mouth.

When Andrew was done with his kiss, he took Jennifer’s ankles and pulled them toward the corners of the frame. First the right ankle was cuffed to the corner, then the left. Jennifer was now spread eagled on the frame. Again, he pulled gently on her nipples, pulling her body toward him only to let go as she got close. He moved behind her and ran his finger down her back not stopping until his finger was between her ass cheeks.

“Have you been taken in your ass?”

Jennifer replied, “Yes.”

She felt a sharp slap on her right butt cheek. “Yes what?” Andrew asked.

“Yes, Master.”

“That’s better.” Andrew again was running his finger over her nipples and down past her navel. He dipped his fingers between her pussy lips and smiled.

“You are very wet. I must ask you, do you want to see those who are going to watch you or play with you or do you want to be blindfolded? It is the last decision you will make why we are together.”

Jennifer thought for a moment. “Blindfold, Master. Take it off if you wish.”

Andrew pulled a blindfold from his pocket and slid it quickly over Jennifer’s eyes. She felt a slight tugging on her nipples and felt her nipples being pulled. The hands moved behind her and cupped her ass cheeks as she was pulled into Andrew’s chest. She felt strangely safe as she breathed in the scent of Andrew’s cologne. He broke away from her. She sensed that there were others watching as she felt a strap strike her ass. The strap struck her other cheek and repeated.

“How many was that?” Andrew asked.

“Four, Master.”

“Yes. Four. But you want more than four, don’t you?”

“Yes, Master.”

Jennifer felt a flicking on her nipples. The flicks came to quickly to count. She knew that her nipples and now her tits were being struck by a crop. For a moment the cropping of her tits stopped but began again almost immediately. But the force of the blows was different. The crop stung as it landed on her tits. She sensed that her tormenter wasn’t Andrew but someone else. Jennifer couldn’t tell by the blows if it was a man or a woman, but the cropping had stopped.

Jennifer heard giggling from in front of her. Being blindfolded, she had no idea who it was. What she was sure of was that someone, probably female Jennifer thought, was pulling on her pussy lips. Jennifer felt the pinch of a clip being attached to her pussy and whoever attached them was now pulling on them to reveal her clit.

What came next was not expected. Jennifer could hear something being attached to each of the clips and when the unseen person let go, weights pulled her pussy lips down, causing Jennifer to moan.

“Her tits need the same decoration, don’t you think, Doris?” Andrew said.

“I believe they do.”

Jennifer felt her nipples being gently pulled by the woman who Jennifer thought was older by the sound of her voice. The sharp pinch of the clamps being put on her nipples stopped Jennifer from wondering how old Doris was or what she looked like. She wondered if Doris was going to attach weights to her nipple clips. Jennifer did not have to wait long to find out as she felt her nipples pulled down by two weights, one on each nipple clip.

“Thank you, Doris. How much do they weigh?”

“Two pounds on each of her tits and four on each pussy lip.”

“Let me see if we can get those swinging.” Andrew said.

Jennifer felt a paddle slap into her ass. The force of the stroke drove her ass forward and set the weights on her pussy lips in motion. The paddle struck again and the weights swung like a pair of pendulums. Four more strokes of the paddle and Jennifer was crying.

Andrew was rubbing his hand over Jennifer’s ass. She felt the weights on her tits being pulled away from her body as her nipples stretched and then the pulling stopped and the weights were removed. Andrew was still rubbing her ass as a pair of hands, female hands, rubbed the feeling back into her tits. Moments later, the clips were removed from her pussy.

Jennifer felt a fingertip trace over her lips as she tried to catch her breath. Despite Andrew’s rubbing, her ass felt as if it was on fire. The finger on her lips pushed into her mouth and instinctively Jennifer sucked Kartal escort on it.

The unseen female, Doris, said to Jennifer, “Should we stop?”

Jennifer shook her head no. Andrew kissed her neck.

Still wearing the blindfold, Jennifer’s hands and ankles were removed from the metal frame. Allowing her a moment to get the feeling back in her arms, Andrew drew Jennifer’s hands behind her back and placed wrist cuffs on her hands and clipped the cuffs together. Once secured, Jennifer felt Andrew move away from her.

Doris was in front of Jennifer, slowly teasing her nipples; gently rubbing, then pulling slightly on them. Doris pulled down on Jennifer’s nipples causing her to sink to her knees.

“I am laying down. Find my pussy and make me cum with your mouth,” Doris said.

Jennifer lowered her head as she sought the pussy of the female who had dominated her. With her hands bound, Jennifer had her ass in the air as she bent to lick and suck on Doris’s pussy.

Jennifer could feel that the older women had clean shaven pussy lips but a landing strip of pubic hair above. Jennifer was also aware that Doris was very wet as she continued to lick her pussy. She could also hear voices coming from behind her. She thought she knew the two people talking. One was definitely Andrew and the other was Christine, who worked for Jennifer.

Hands were now on Jennifer’s ass and she felt a warm liquid squirting onto her ass and fingers spreading the liquid over and into her asshole. She felt her ass cheeks spread apart by strong hands and Jennifer knew that Andrew was the one spreading. A third hand was now on her ass and the tip of something hard was being slowly pushed into her ass.

“Keep sucking on Doris. I think you have her close to cumming. I am putting a very large dildo in you ass and you are going to take all 12 inches of it and the only way it comes out is if you make Doris cum. Do you understand?” Christine said.

“Yes.”

Jennifer intensified her pussy licking as three inches of the large dildo was now inside her. Christine withdrew an inch or two of the dildo and pushed back in, sinking 5 inches into Jennifer’s ass.

Doris was moaning louder as her orgasm approached. Jennifer traced her tongue slowly around Doris’s pussy lips and flicked her tongue across her clit. She could feel the dildo slide deeper into her ass and with a bit of pressure, all of it was now inside her.

Doris came, holding Jennifer’s head to her pussy as she did. Andrew lifted Jennifer up by the elbow into a kneeling position and spoke softly into her ear. “You’re to keep the dildo in your ass. If it falls out, you will be punished severely. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Jennifer remained kneeling, squeezing her ass around the dildo that was firmly seated in her ass. She heard the rustle of clothing being removed coming from behind her and felt a finger run across her lips. The fingers left and Jennifer felt the head of a cock brush over her lips. She opened her mouth and the cock slid in. She heard Andrew sigh as she took him into her mouth. He was larger than most but she soon was taking his entire length down her throat.

“You do like to suck cock, don’t you?” said Doris as Jennifer heard Doris and Christine laugh.

Jennifer was sucking on Andrew with complete abandon, as if showing the two women that this was how you suck cock. Andrew pulled out of Jennifer’s mouth and pushed her forward. Her dildo filled ass was now sticking up and an inch or two of the plastic cock slipped out. Christine saw this and pushed the dildo back in.

Andrew was behind Jennifer and she felt his cock enter her pussy. In two thrusts he had sunk his cock deep into her pussy. The urgency of Andrew’s stroking caused Jennifer to gasp. Andrew pulled back almost all the way out of her pussy then plunged back in. But, as his orgasm approached he pulled out and told Jennifer to take him in her mouth. Jennifer turned around and found his cock with her mouth just as Andrew began to cum. Three times he filled her mouth with his cum and each time Jennifer swallowed. Christine or Doris, Jennifer wasn’t sure, was pulling on the dildo and Jennifer could feel it begin to slide out of her ass.

“Well, you’re nice and open.” Doris said. Andrew had stood up and slapped Jennifer’s ass.

“Stand, Jennifer.”

“Yes, Master.”

Somewhat shakily, Jennifer stood. Andrew removed the blindfold. Despite the relative darkness of the room, it took her a moment to focus. She saw Christine smiling and Doris, who Jennifer though was in her mid forties now that she had seen her, came up to Jennifer and kissed her, driving her tongue into her mouth.

When she finished she gently pulled on Jennifer’s nipples and said, “I hope we can play again soon.”

Doris put on a robe and left.

“I am going to take you to the play area, or orgy room as you call it. You will service anyone any way they want to be serviced. Christine and I will supervise but when we get there, the first thing you are to do is go down on Christine and make her cum. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

Jennifer’s hands were still cuffed behind her back. Andrew attached a leash to Jennifer’s collar and gave the lead to Christine.

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Meetup IRL Pt. 01

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**Well hello there 🙂

I’m so happy to be able to upload again, and I want to thank you all for your kind encouragement with the ‘Birthday Party’ series!

This story is going to be a little more mellow, at least to begin with, and focuses more on ‘futa on male’ romance, rather than futadom (although that may or may not be a story tag later on 😉 ). Also, if the spelling is a little weird, that might be because Australia uses British English, which has some spelling variations to US English 😛

I really hope you enjoy it <3

Story tags include, but not limited to: futanari, futa on male, romance, anal, deepthroat, cumflation, feels

All characters are over the age of 18**

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“Get behind cover!”

Gideon used all his agility to fling himself behind a boulder as a deafening wave of flames roared around him. The searing tongues of fire flicked and curled around the weather worn rock that took the brunt of the searing blast, and he should slowly feel his mana draining as his flame resistance spell absorbed what was still able to reach him. He knew that one unimpeded blast would have burned him to a cinder.

Sweat poured down his face from heat and fear as the wall of flame went on for a few more seconds, before finally dying down. Dragons still needed to breathe, too, after all. The boulder he’d been behind glowed red hot in the aftermath of the attack as he peeked his head over, heat distorting his vision slightly as he watched Sir Gildredd, shield up and blade drawn, squaring off in front of the 20 foot tall red monstrosity.

Behind the knight stood Shadara the cleric, the stout woman keeping a constant stream of fortifying and healing magics upon him to keep him standing in the face of the dragon’s onslaught. She looked like she was on her last legs herself, her magic was beginning to wane and she was down on one knee as the physical and magical strain took its toll on her. This battle had taken a toll on everyone. He quickly scanned the battlefield to see who else besides those two and himself were still standing.

Bliggin had been the first down. The rouge’s nimble feet and reflexes not quite enough to stop the magical creature from swallowing him whole in the first few seconds. Dammit! She’d always been too reckless! Rofulo had gone down a few minutes after that, the jovial quips and comments that normally lent them inspiration in the heat of battle only seeming to aggravate the dragon and draw its ire. Gideon could still the bard’s broken body on the field behind it, trampled under its enormous clawed feet as it had rushed him.

Terranna was still up on a ledge about 40 feet to the drake’s left, firing arrows down at it as fast as she could and slowing it down with her ranger’s magic. The elf might be the only one to survive this fight if things kept going the way they were, and if the dragon didn’t just chase her down and burn her to a crisp along with the rest of them.

Far over to his left their other fighters, Ulysses and Rhiannon, were being healed slowly by the druid Fanyssia. Both the sword fighter and axe wielding barbarian had been slowly beaten down during the fight, and while their attackers had done a serious amount of damage, the consequence had been putting themselves in harm’s way. And lastly, was himself. As a wizard his job had been to pepper and harry their quarry with ranged magic, keeping it somewhat distracted so the fighters could dive in and do the brunt of the work. Problem was, no one knew that this particular dragon seemed to be immune to not just fire attacks, but lightning and ice elemental attacks, too. Which put him and consequently the rest of the team into the dire situation they had found themselves in.

Whispering a few arcane words he threw out a clap of deafening thunder up around the dragons head just as it was about to make a swipe at the knight in front of it, one of the only spells he had prepared that weren’t one of the elements it seemed to be immune to. The creature flinched and wavered in its attack at his strike, giving the knight an opportunity to strike, which he took great advantage of. Recoiling back from the bite of his blades the dragon reared up on its hinds and brought its front claws down, shaking the ground violently and unbalancing the knight before snaking its neck down and striking at him with its teeth.

The knight howled in pain as its teeth ripped through his leg armour like wet parchment, crippling him and bringing him down to one knee. The cleric’s magic was waning even more now as she fought to put everything in to healing his crippling wound.

Gideon’s hands flew back again as the dragons head reared up again, liquid fire gurgling up through its long serpentine neck as it prepared another searing fire breath. Eating into the depths of his mana he cast the strongest fire protection spell he could on the knight. If he went down now, everything was over.

“RROOOOAAAAGGHHHHHH!!” a mighty roar cut through even the loud crackling Kartal Sınırsız Escort of flames as Rhiannon came flying through the air at the creatures neck, her great barbarians axe hewing into the scaled neck of the beast. Its roar shook the ground as one of its twin steel crescents bit deeply into its flesh.

Dear gods! Was there a chance? His elation was short lived, though, as despite her blood rage l, the haft of her weapon slipped from her fingers as she fell the ground before the creature, and collapsed. Gravely Wounded though it was, the dragon quickly recovered, searching for its sudden attacker and, upon seeing her sprawled, reared on its hinds again and brought its front claws down onto her with a sickening crunch.

“NOOOOO!” Gideon looked around for the source if the scream before realizing it had come from him. He sucked dry the last of his mana pool, and then some, his lungs burning as he began sacrificing his own lifeblood to power a godly thunder crack that split the air near the creatures head, deafening and disorienting it, and shaking the axe loose from its neck, leaving a huge gash that spit blood onto the dusty ground below. The wizard was not a front line fighter, not by any means, but he found himself sprinting out across the field as the huge adult red dragon stumbled about in its few moments of confusion.

Ignoring his own pain, the knight leapt downward as well, pressing the attack despite his leg on being half healed before the cleric ran out of stamina and collapsed behind him. Gideon knew this was it. Their main fighting force was pretty much all down now, their cleric down, their druid waning behind them, the archer still loosing arrows that the dragon ignored like flies, and him with a freshly tapped out mana pool.

Somehow he managed to dodge the dragons tree trunk like legs and sweeping tail as it moved forward to return the knights attacks, sliding across the ground as he came upon the crushed barbarian.

She was still alive, he knew that much, as he hadn’t seen her spirit leave her, as it had the bard and the rogue, but he wondered how she could be. Her legs were cracked and bent in several wrong ways, one arm was only hanging on by a few strings of sinew, and her chest was caved in. her rage must have helped her resist the bone crunching weight of the dragons mass bearing down on her. He moved carefully, trying to stabilize her and coax her back to consciousness. Eventually, slowly, her purple eyes weakly opened.

“G…gid…eooonn” He could hear the blood pooling in her lungs already. He didn’t have much time.

“Shhhh, you’re going to be okay Rhia. We need you, you must live!” Reaching into his robe he brought forth a small vial containing a brilliantly slivered fluid that radiated soft light around it.

‘The tears of Bahamut’. An item most rare, gifted to him by the high priests of the platinum dragon god after ensuring his twisted twin Tiamat wasn’t reborn into the physical plane. The tears not only healed the drinker of any and all wounds or illness, including lost limbs, it granted them increased strength, speed, and resistance, making them near invulnerable for a short while.

“N…no, Giddy…it’s…too precious…what about…your sister?” She gurgled out, her voice rasping through the slashed and crushed tissues.

He popped the wax sealed cork off the vial and held it to her lips.

“She would want you to have it! Drink it Rhiannon, you must! Let’s finish this, and when we’re done here…we’ll travel the continent, just you and me. We’ll find another way to cure her…together.” He gently stroked her bloodied cheek with his thumb as he upended the vial and watched the platinum pour into the back of her throat.

He held her mouth and nose closed as she swallowed, triggering a hacking cough that threatened to spew the precious nostrum, but after that brief second she settled and he saw her throat contract. She shuddered as the fluid finally went down her throat, as he idly wondered if such a healing liquid would be palatable or not.

His brief musing, however, was cut short as another roar issued from the injured dragon. Gideon looked in horror as Gildredd was crunched in the jaws of the dragon, screaming as its razor shape teeth shredded the rest of his armour as easily as it had on his leg. Glancing down he could see Rhiannon’s body rapidly recovering, wounds closing, bones snapping back together and realigning, her eyes becoming more alert and aware. A few more seconds. He just had to buy a few more seconds, and keep the thing’s gaze off of Rhiannon.

He leapt to his feet and drew the short dagger out of his ankle sheathe, holding it shakily in both hands as he raced towards the chewing head of the dragon. With a desperate cry he sprang forward and drove the weapon forward with all his might, aiming for its large yellow eye. As if in slow motion he watched as the glowing eye rolled to face him, before he felt a crushing blow to the side Kartal Suriyeli Escort of his body. The creature’s tail whipped at him and hit him hard, sending his frail body hurtling through the air before he was stopped by an outcropping of rock, much like the one he’d hidden behind earlier.

Gideon was surprised with how little it hurt. Really, shouldn’t something like that hurt a lot? Stunned, he looked down to find the left side of his body completely smashed in, and his legs twisted and mangled. He tried to move, but realised he couldn’t. Oh…his head…his head had smashed itself against the stone hadn’t it? His eyes being the only thing he could move now, looked over to his shoulder. Sure enough, blood was seeping into the fabric of his rode, saturating the thick woollen fabric in his lifeblood…but, had it worked? Had he bought enough time for her?

He looked up to see Rhiannon on her feet, looking even more powerful than when they’d started this fight. She launched herself forward and caught the haft of her great axe in both hands, before rolling and launching herself into the air behind the dragon as it dropped the knight in his jaws to the ground, making to incinerate the knight once more as the yellow orange flames travelled up through its throat and lit the back of it mouth.

Rhiannon’s eyes crackled with primal rage as lightning of the old gods ran through her, her muscle packed body bulging even more as she brought the electrified axe-blade right back down on the spot she’d cut into earlier.

“Of course…” He thought silently to himself.

The dragon’s immunity came from its magical hide, find a chink in that armour and…

*RRRRZZZZZZ-BOOOOOM!*

Her thunderous blow rang out across the field as the blade shore through more than a foot of muscle and cut deeply into its spine, severing the vital cords just as the beast sensed her presence above it, turning its head to try and counter the attacker with its blazing breath. Too late. The mass of the creature collapsed to the ground behind the point of her intrusion in its neck as its fire spewed to the side of the mortally Gildredd, its jaw snapping open and shut as it spasmed in its death throes.

Thank…the gods…at least his death…would mean something. She was alive, and that was all that mattered to him.

As if Bahamut himself had heard his dying thoughts, she was suddenly there in front of him, kneeling down in front of him. Most people, especially fellow wizards, thought of barbarians as nothing but brutish savages, and even Gideon had been one of them at first. It was only as he’d gotten to know the warrior over their travels that he’d come to realize she wasn’t an ignorant savage, quite the opposite in fact, she was just more honest and blunt with how she felt and what she wanted. Not one to play politics of mind games. She was much too pure than that kind of chicanery.

He watched her as his vision began to grow weak now. Her thick hair in braids, dark as the night except for a swathe of blood red that ran down her right. Her large hands held out in front of her, usually so strong and sure, now trembled with uncertainty as she foundered about what could possibly be done to hold the life in his broken body. Her lips opened and closed with her mouth as she shouted something at him that he could barely hear.

“Well done, Giddy! Hold on…Well done, Giddy!…” She was so close to him, but sounded so far away…

‘What a strange creature she is…’ He thought absently as his view tunnelled, the void swarming all around him, all he could see was her.

She brought her hands up to his cold face and cupped it gently as tears began rolling down her cheeks.

‘Such a strong warrior…shouldn’t cry about someone as weak as me…’ He thought as he felt the last of his life ebbing away…

[Congratulations! Krothmuss the Bloody Scourge has been defeated!]

“Y-YES!” Gideon jumped up from his chair as the mission cleared message popped up on his screen, immediately regretting his decision as his knees hit the edge of his desk and toppled over his monitor.

“Shit!” He shouted in surprise and pain as the edge of the desk gouged his knees.

“What was that?” Rhia’s voice came through the team chat at his second exclamation.

“Never mind! Heal me, heal me! Inventory should be unlocked!” He shouted back as he hurriedly picked the monitor back up and sat himself back down in his gaming chair.

His health bar was almost at zero from bleed damage out before it suddenly stopped and began to rapidly rise. His screen view came back from being black and white to colour as his health regenerated from the potions the barbarian was using on his character.

“Pheewww! I thought I was a goner there! I hate the penalties they hit you with when you KO, and – Yes! Level up! Woooo, got me some level 7 spell slots now!”

“Ha ha! Don’t worry, Boo, I got you. Pick something good!” Rhia laughed back as Kartal İranlı Escort she finished healing him with their reserve potions. “Alright, HP should recover fine on its own now. Let’s try to save some of the others before they kick it.” She said as she un-crouched and sprinted to Gildredd.

Gideon picked up his mouse and rested his hand back onto its gel cushion over his keyboard, and clicked his way over to Shadara, dumping stamina and mana potions on her to get her up, since they needed her to res the others before they got KO penalised.

Once they were all back on their feet, including the newly resurrected Bliggin and Rofulo, Gildredd brought them all over in front of Krothmuss’ digital corpse.

“Alright everyone, I know that didn’t go exactly the way we had planned, but we did it! Well done to Shadara and Fanyssia for keeping everyone healed and buffed right up until the end there! Ulysses, you had some damn good DPS before you got taken out, we wouldn’t have been able to take the dragon out without it. Bliggin and Rofulo, don’t get too down, you played to our characters, and that’s what our little RP guild is all about. Bliggin would have absolutely thrown caution to the wind, considering her family was slaughtered by red dragons. Terranna,” He tuned to the elven ranger who was idling near the outskirt of the group using an ’embarrassed’ emote.

“I know it didn’t seem like you were doing much, but the aggro you were drawing kept him from focusing for most of that, so thank you.” once the rest of the group was done he turned to him and the hulking barbarian next to him. “Rhiannon and Gideon are the MVP’s of this fight though. Gideon, it’s my fault you had the wrong spells prepared, I didn’t think it would have two more elemental immunities! No wonder they said this boss was janked. Good improvising, and good work healing up Rhia, who got the last hit with that massive shank right at the end there. That damage must have been huge! All in all, great work team! That fight took a lot longer than we all though, 3 hours can take it out of you, so with that said, I’m hitting the hay! I’ll sort out my loot next week. See ya’ peeps.”

One by one the other members logged off as Gideon sorted through his loot, their mics popping off as they left the game. He was pretty tired, too, but preferred to organise his stuff immediately so he didn’t forget what he had, and so he could trash the junk to make a little extra coin. He was just about finished up when Rhiannon’s voice came through his headset unexpectedly.

“Hey, Giddy. Thanks for healing me like that. I can’t believe you used your ‘Tears of Bahamut’ on me, that’s such a rare drop for the quest.” Her voice sounded genuinely thankful through his headphones.

“Uhhhh, yeah whatever like 1 in 1000 no big deal don’t worry about it ha ha ha ha ha!” He blurted out in a rush before stopping himself and cringing.

‘Way to go you fucking dweeb…’ He thought angrily to himself as he tried to calm down. ‘Nothing’s more attractive than a desperate sounding idiot.’

“Anyway, *ehem*” He cleared his throat as he took a deep breath. “I’m glad I did! It was definitely worth it, I couldn’t just let you die like that, Rhia… For the fight! We- we needed you in the fight! To help win it…the fight, that is.” Gods, what was he doing!? Stumbling over his words like some level 1 pleb ogling his first tavern wench.

He blushed as he fiddled with his mouse. He’d been part of the guild for almost 3 years now, joining the RP-Life Guild soon after he started playing ‘Dragons&Dungeoneering: Online’. Rhiannon had already been part of the guild then, and he’d been immediately enamoured with her voice and tall, powerful looking futanari barbarian avatar. Over the course of their gaming and adventuring they’d gotten to know each other a lot, and had developed a nice little online friendship through their shared digital trials and tribulations.

He’d tried to keep a lid on his inexplicable attraction to this person he’d never met IRL, after all he didn’t want to come across as some kind of creep, but more than once he’d let slip some comments here and there that had made him more than a little embarrassed. For the most part though, Rhia seemed to take his slip ups all in stride, laughing them off as she slapped him heartily on the back and easing his jittery nerves. Much like she was doing now.

“Hah hah!” Her voice sounded like smoky old world English gold in his ears, and he loved it. “Well anyway, thanks, I really mean it. I know that took a lot of grinding and luck to get that drop, those things go for like $400 in the market place?… Hey,” Her jovial tone suddenly getting more serious. “Did you mean what you said in the battle? That you wanted us to quest alone together and find another cure for your sister?”

“Oh! Oh, uhm…I was, you know, PR-ing… I mean if you want to that would be super cool too I just don’t want to make you do anything it was my choice to give you the tears I knew you could defeat the boss if you were all healed up!” He blurted out before quickly realising he was digging his hole deeper by verbally gushing again.

“I mean…yes,” He took another breath to calm himself. “Yes, I would lo-like!…To quest together with you…if you’d like to…”

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Alex’s Story Ch. 03

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Loud strains of an obnoxious song woke Alex from a deep sleep. Rolling over on her side, eyes still shut tight, she felt around for the snooze button on the alarm to silence the awful music. Long ago, she had learned that the only way she could wake up when short on sleep was to set her alarm to music she found extremely distasteful. Wiggling her toes, she yawned sleepily and turned onto her stomach, pressing her face gently into the pillow. Nine minutes later, the sounds ensued, and Alex grudgingly turned the alarm off and slid from her bed.

Bending at the waist, she stretched downward slowly, touching the ground with the palms of her hands, enjoying the exquisite stretch throughout her body. Raising herself back up languidly, she smiled as she recalled the previous evening. The play had been wonderfully performed and excellently directed, though its premise left a viewer leaving with more questions than answers. On the subway ride back from the theatre, amidst discussing the production, Em had apologized for her behavior earlier in the day. On the whole, it had been a wonderful evening. However, Alex couldn’t help but wonder what she had missed in being unable to spend her time with Robert.

Stretching her arms out over her head, she walked toward the bathroom with her head in the clouds. Blushing lightly, she wondered at the way her body responded, unbidden, when she thought of him. Never had she experienced such a physical response from just thinking of a man, much less a man she had never known intimately.

Feeling the blush spread from her cheeks down her neck to her chest, Alex slipped the thin white camisole over her head and down her arms, placing it in the hamper next to the sink.

She looked down, laughing quietly in private embarrassment and pleasure at her hardened nipples, swollen and flushed pink with her thoughts. Running a hand across her waist and over her right breast, drawing a teasing circle around the sensitive skin, she wondered what his hands would feel like on her. Gentle and tender…or rough and coarse…touching…grazing…pulling…twisting. Moaning softly as her mind spun a delicious thread of mental pictures, Alex flattened her palm and brushed it across the tip of one nipple, sucking in a deep breath at the sensation.

Giggling softly, she reluctantly withdrew her hand from her chest before she could get so distracted that she would forget about her morning meeting and spend a few hours languishing in pleasure. Sliding her thumbs into the low waistband of her matching white panties, she slid them down her legs and off quickly, adding them to the small pile in the hamper. Smiling to herself, she slid the shower curtain back partly and bent to turn on the water.

Hanging a fluffy towel on the hook next to the bath, she cursed under her breath at the limitations of her apartment. It took a full five minutes for the water to turn hot, and it never lasted for more than fifteen minutes. The stove was unpredictable, the walls thin, and the kitchen miniscule. However, she constantly had to remind herself that her rent was substantially less than was standard for her neighborhood, due in large part to the fact that it was subsidized by the university.

Stepping into the refreshing spray of water, she turned, feeling it soaking through her hair and coursing down her body. Forcing herself to keep her thoughts from taking a sexual turn, Alex mapped out her day mentally. First thing in the morning was a meeting with the other graduate students in her department to discuss some of the issues that would arise when the funding for her research ended. There were gaps that would need to be filled in her absence, whether she decided to cut ties with the university completely or chose to go with the semester abroad option instead. She loved the idea of teaching out of the country, but they hadn’t told her *where* she would be needed. Teaching in Southeast Asia was blatantly less appealing than Northern Italy.

Finishing her quick shower, she stepped into her robe and wrapped the towel loosely around her head. After the meeting, there was some office work to be done, and when that was finished, she had a lunch date scheduled loosely around one o’clock with Em and a few of their friends. She was still uncertain what the rest of her day would hold, as the entire department had the afternoon off for a late spring holiday. Classes for the students were over, and the Dean had decided that a break was needed before the department waded through the post-semester work that lay ahead of them.

Humming cheerfully, she bent at the waist and turned her head upside down, sliding the towel off of her head and to the floor. Squeezing excess water from her hair onto the towel, she smiled, remembering that Robert was supposed to call later in the evening. Fumbling for the gel container, she opened it and squirted some into her hand, distributing it through her hair with her fingers. She scrunched the curls lightly with her fingertips, setting the gel, and Kartal Olgun Escort then straightened as she picked up the towel and tossed it over the side of the bathtub.

She headed toward the closet, smiling to herself. Unwrapping several items still covered from the cleaners, she folded the light plastic bag and placed it on top of a teetering pile of shoe boxes. Grinning, she took her favorite skirt from its hanger and selected a scarlet button-down shirt. Grabbing a fun pair of low black heels with her other hand, she walked to her bed and dropped her selections gently on the bedspread and turned toward the dresser.

Opening the top drawer, she smiled to herself and pulled out her favorite set of lingerie. Her mind drifted again to Robert and she blushed unconsciously. For a man she had met so recently, she could not keep him from her mind. She slipped the black lace straps onto her shoulders and clasped the material expertly behind her back. Adjusting the cups, she laughed softly at herself as her hands wandered lower than was necessary, brushing nipples that lately seemed constantly hard.

She rolled her eyes, still laughing softly, and set the matching panties on the bed beside her other clothes. Sliding her fingertips beneath the lace, she pulled the nipple upward gently, freeing her breast from the soft material. Smiling in delight, she ran a fingernail over the taut nipple and shivered softly. She repeated the act with her other breast, smiling at the sight of her chest resting gently above black lace. Taking one hardened nipple between her thumb and forefinger, she squeezed it lightly before twisting upward and pulling it away from her breast.

Letting it slip from her fingers, she moaned quietly and felt around in her partially-open lingerie drawer for “the box”. Opening it quickly, she slipped out the red vibe that had been one of her Christmas gifts from Em. She laughed to herself and thought out loud. “Whoever says diamonds are a girl’s best friend has *definitely* never had a vibrator.”

Alex turned the small knob at the base slightly and grinned as it buzzed to life. Touching it to each swollen nipple, she shuddered and slid onto the chaise lounge in the corner of her bedroom. Laying herself gently on the long chair, she spread her legs and closed her eyes a moment, enjoying the vibrations on her sensitive breasts. She licked her lips and thought of Robert. That smile…those amazing eyes…those shoulders. Biting her lower lip softly, she imagined those shoulders without clothes…in front of her…with the rest of him…all of him. Shaking softly, she brought the vibe lower and pressed it against the top of her pubic bone, trembling at the sensations.

Sliding the tip of the vibrator lower, she avoided her clit and rubbed it over the wet opening. “So wet,” she mumbled to herself. Feeling the hard little nub begging for attention, she slid the thick vibe slowly up the length of her pussy and grazed it over her sensitive clit. She gasped and her hips pressed upward instinctively. Pulling hard at a nipple with the fingers of one hand, she held the vibe tightly against her clit with the other, her body beginning to shake with need.

Bringing fingers from her breast to her open mouth, she licked and sucked them before guiding them, glistening, down to her cunt, sliding one, then two fingers, deep inside. Alex sucked in a breath and her hips arched upward, fingers sliding in and out slickly. Biting hard at her lower lip, she fumbled one-handed with the levels of the vibe and turned it up. Her eyes flew open and her hips pressed up harder against the toy, forcing her fingers deeper inside.

She slid a third finger into her pussy, trembling at the sensations wracking her body. Moaning constantly, she fucked her fingers in and out of her clenching pussy as her mind flashed pictures of Robert in continuous succession. She imagined his mouth on hers, her fingers as his fingers. Sliding them in and out, those gorgeous blue eyes lit with desire, watching her orgasm build. She saw his mouth sliding down, brushing her clit, licking and sucking and tugging gently with his teeth.

Thrusting her hips upward strongly against her fingers, she felt his tongue sliding into her cunt thickly, pressing into her and licking quickly in and out. Alex gasped as her pussy tightened around her fingers and she fucked her spasming cunt faster, pushing herself higher and higher until she screamed out her orgasm, fingers flying, vibe pressed tightly to her throbbing clit.

Shuddering and slowing her fingers down gently, she blushed furiously, mindful once again of the thin walls of her apartment. Turning the vibe off, she shifted softly against the chaise lounge and stroked her clit lightly, feeling the warm remnants of pleasure floating through her body. Alex closed her eyes slowly and saw his face. She licked her lips and laughed self-consciously, whispering softly to herself. “It’s been too long if just thinking of him does this to me.” Kartal Sarışın Escort

She bit her lip and swallowed, knowing it was a lie…

*******

Hurrying into the building, Alex brushed her hair away from her face with one hand and smoothed her skirt over her hips with the other. Taking a deep, cleansing breath, she opened the door to the tiny lecture hall they had fashioned into a conference room earlier in the year.

Two of the graduate students were seated around the long, oblong table Alex had stumbled across at a garage sale early one Saturday morning. One of them, Jennifer, looked up and laughed as Alex rushed inside.

“Having a rough morning, Alex?” she asked, her voice tinged with laughter. The other girl, Madeline, chuckled and grinned at Alex, waiting for her reply.

Alex laughed and settled her bag next to one of the chairs across from the seated students. Taking out several file folders, she responded, trying to keep the embarrassment from her voice. “Do you have those mornings that just …um…don’t quite go the way you intend?”

Jennifer grinned at Alex and quipped, “I have those mornings all the time”, putting huge emphasis on the ‘all’.

Shaking her head, Alex settled into the slightly battered chair and blushed furiously. “Looks like I’m not getting away with this one, am I?”

Jennifer winked. “No. But we won’t tell anybody.” With those words, the door pushed open and three more people walked inside. She giggled and dropped the subject, striking up a conversation with one of the girls who had walked in about afternoon plans.

******

During the meeting, Alex attempted to focus on the topics at hand, but her mind continued to wander back to her morning. She listened to those speaking, and spoke where it was needed, but her cheeks were flushed a light pink that deepened slowly as the meeting wore on. By the time that all potential issues were discussed and addressed, her legs were tired from being crossed and uncrossed continuously. Madeline made a brief summary about the new division of responsibilities, and there was a general agreement amongst the group.

Jennifer laughed as the meeting ended and several of the students stood up to leave the room. “Alex, we’ve taken a poll. You just can’t leave.”

Rolling her eyes, Alex giggled and lowered her voice to a silly growl, doing her best impression of Dean Lucas. “The department appreciates the work you have done for us, but at this time, we need you elsewhere.”

Madeline shook her head and muttered dryly, “That damned royal ‘we’.”

Grinning, Alex gave her a spontaneous hug.

Jennifer took that moment to giggle wickedly and said, “Careful, now, Alex. You know Maddie swings that way.”

Madeline laughed and waggled her eyebrows at Alex before turning to tell Jennifer unabashedly, “What can I say. I like girls. Sadly, though, Alex has made clear her adoration of the male form.” Rounding her eyes, she sighed dramatically and sank into her chair.

Alex shrugged her shoulders and grinned, mimicking Madeline. “What can I say. I like men.” She winked at Jennifer mischievously and continued. “Shoulders, eyes, cheekbones. Mmmmmm. Did I mention shoulders? Waists and thighs and calves and-”

With a laugh, Madeline interrupted her. “I get it, I get it. Just stop with the heterosexual drooling before I hurt someone, please.”

Alex sniffled and hid a giggle. “But Maddie, I haven’t even gotten to the *good* parts yet.”

Reaching out from her chair, Madeline flicked Alex’s shoulder. “Anymore and I might feel the urge to launch into a diatribe about the joys of whiney, off-key, acoustic ballads that-”

Jennifer interrupted with a smirk. “You don’t even like that sort of music, Maddie.”

With a straight face, Madeline replied, “That’s right. But I could learn to love it, just to irritate the hell out of you.”

******

Walking back to her tiny office, Alex heard the quiet buzzing of her phone in her purse. She fished it out of her purse cheerfully, and saw that it was Em’s phone number flashing on the screen.

“Heeeeello? Dis is the Hut of Pizzzzza. May I…your order…take?”

Laughing, Em replied, “Someone’s sure in a silly good mood. How’s things, pizza lady?”

“Goodgoodgood.”

Alex turned the corner and came to an abrupt stop.

“I was just calling to see if you could move lunch up. My appointment’s been rescheduled, for the life of me, I don’t know why, probably one of those things where they double-book in case someone no-shows, but what about when both people show …”

She interrupted her own tangent. “Alex, is everything okay?”

“Em, this is something you need to see for yourself.”

“On my way. Should I worry?”

“No hints.” The grin in her voice colored her words.

Em laughed. “Now I’m all curious. Be there in five minutes.” Alex hung up the phone, and refocused her attention on the entrance to her office.

Two Kartal Şişman Escort red pots sat on either side of the open door, filled with picture-perfect red primroses splashed with bright yellow at each center. Red marigolds were twined with baby’s breath along the doorframe. Shaking her head, giggling, and grinning at the same time, she took a step inside the doorway. Placed about the room were matching pots, these filled with brilliant red daisies, lilies, and snapdragons.

Stopping to smell each arrangement, her eyes fell on the vase on her desk. Deep pink tea roses tipped with fiery red were held together with spirals of gossamer white ribbon around the stems beneath the clear glass. On the desk beside it was a folded note that Alex grabbed up quickly. She opened the smooth linen paper and grinned as she recognized the handwriting.

Alexandra

Have dinner with me tonight.

I know there are supposed to be rules for this sort of thing, and I have the vague memory that asking on the same day is frowned upon. Please accept the flowers as my way of suggesting you avoid the rules. If the idea feels strange to you, know that I enjoyed giving you something pretty.

Eight o’clock…

Robert

Attached to the note were directions from her apartment to an address with which she wasn’t familiar. Alex rolled her eyes and giggled. He was certainly confident, to say the least. A part of her couldn’t help but be attracted to that sheer self-confidence and what seemed like an innate security he had in who he was.

Whoever he was.

Her mind drifted to the time they had spent together.

In all actuality, it was not much time at all. The rational side of her mind found it hard to accept how much she trusted him. Despite that, there was no denying it.

“But why?” she whispered quietly to herself.

Em stepped through the door, and Alex turned, grinning at her. “Want a flower?”

Gaping, Em looked around the room slowly. “Is this from ‘the guy’?”

Alex laughed softly. “Yes, dear. They’re from ‘the guy’. However, this is the least ‘guy-like’ man I’ve ever met.”

Em let out an exasperated sigh. “How do you do it, Alex? No men in your life, and all of a sudden, you have one who would do something like this??”

She shrugged and laughed. “Don’t ask me, Em. And I don’t ‘have’ him. He just hasn’t stumbled onto all my deep, dark secrets yet.”

Bending down to sniff one of the tea roses appraisingly, Em rolled her eyes. “What deep dark secrets? Ohhhhh! You mean that—oooooo…I should shush. There could be hidden cameras!”

Alex decided it was best for once to just keep her mouth shut and held up the note for her friend to read.

Em’s eyes rounded and she grinned, straightening her shoulders. She spoke seriously. “You do know what this means, don’t you, Alex?”

Biting back a laugh, Alex cleared her throat. “What does it mean, Miss Emily?”

Em frowned at her. “It means, my dear, dear friend….that we…” She trailed off and lowered her eyes a moment before raising them. “We must….shop.”

Laughing hard at her friend, Alex raised her hands in partial surrender. “We shop. After lunch?”

Continuing in her dramatics, Emily pressed on, with a hand lightly against her collarbone. “In times like these, we must look beyond our baser desires for food to more important…more vital…more life-affirming things…..like clothes!”

******

It was the perfect dress. Alex stood in front of her open closet with Emily, and they smiled together. Fresh from their shopping adventures, it was hanging on the inside of the door.

Em turned to Alex and laughed. “What are you waiting for? Put the damned thing on. We spent long enough searching for it.”

Alex hugged her spontaneously. “Today was such fun. Thank you for not strangling me. I have a feeling I was more than a little picky.”

Rolling her eyes, Em chuckled and poked her playfully in the stomach. “You weren’t picky. Picky is looking for that perfect shade of pink in a sweater. Today… Alex, my dear friend, today…you were searching for the Holy Grail.”

Alex burst out laughing and wrapped her arms around her stomach. Grinning at Em, her laughter subsided to giggles and she replied, “And I do believe we found it, didn’t we?”

Em eyed the dress carefully like an artist studies his masterpiece. “Yes. Yes, we most certainly did.”

******

Tugging nervously at the ends of the light wrap settled around her shoulders, she walked along the paved sidewalk, smiling at the quaint lanterns lighting the pathway. This was an area she had never seen before. Located just beyond the western edge of the city, there was an even mix of elegant homes and stately businesses. Alex’s curiosity grew as she watched the numbers inch closer to those of the address she had memorized before leaving her apartment.

Where was she going? What was she doing? Would he think it strange that she had promised to call her friend when she had arrived? Questions flowed through her brain, but they stopped abruptly as she spotted a building with 1321 engraved in curved script above a large white door. Her mind quieted as the tiny click of her heels came to a stop on the sidewalk in front of the fenced yard.

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