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This is part 1 of a 2 part series so there will be a sequel in the not too distant future I hope!

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The weather wasn’t exactly unbearable. We were still in early June but in southern Spain that still meant we were touching 26 degrees celsius and with little shade coverage this side of the church, the sun beat down on my neck fiercely. The suit wasn’t exactly helping either but funerals rarely came with alternate attire options.

Mum was composing herself well. A big problem with being an only child is that responsibility falls on you in these circumstances and arrangements had been difficult given we lived a few hours flight away. Some of my grandfather’s siblings had been a big help and taken care of the initial onslaught of obligations while mum and I found a flight back to her homeland. She had been a wreck since she found out about her father’s passing but she was back in control today, staying strong for me and everyone else who required it.

The loss of my abuelo had been tough to take. We knew he was ill but we were expected to have much longer with him still around. Sometimes life is a bitch and you don’t get that, and the shock of the sudden turn in his health had knocked us all for six. He was an interesting man, a little mysterious at times and quite reclusive in his later years but I always made my way out here to see him at least once a year and he would always show me genuine love and he was always so keen to show me the city in which my mother had grown up.

My mum’s from Seville, the capital of Andalucía in the south of Spain. It was clear this was still the home of her heart, even if she had spent more of her life in London. She moved over at 19 to study, met my dad and the rest is history. My grandfather had moved to Cádiz on the coast in recent years to relax and paint his life away and he had a place there that mum and I were staying in, but the funeral itself was happening in Seville where he would be buried with his parents.

Dad was here too, despite the impending divorce. I thought it was good of him to show up and support mum through this, especially given he had a conference to attend the following day that he had already given me the go ahead to miss. He would fly out later in the evening and try and catch some sleep on the flight before covering for me over the next day or two.

You would be forgiven for assuming I was a daddy’s boy. I love my dad and he’s a good man, but there were a few quirks in each of our personalities that never quite meshed. I still followed his career path, attending the same university and nepotism babying my way into his sports conditioning field. We worked alongside athletes around the globe ensuring perfection in training and muscle conditioning to extend peaks and avoid injury. I still had to do my masters before I could start making real money out of this, but it was already proving to be the right decision to just copy dad and coast on his success. Now don’t get me wrong I am very good at my job but it’s still been a lot easier for me than it would had been for others. Working alongside dad was enough for the both of us, and we rarely socialised outside of the office these days.

All of that leads me back to mum. I am a mummy’s boy that much is for certain. I didn’t have too much of a choice. She has doted on me since I can remember and provided me with all the love and warmth I could have asked for in a hundred lifetimes. I loved having a fiery Spaniard for a mother, especially when she defended me with her life after childish fights in school. She was incredibly passionate about her loves in life, which mostly consisted of reading, the cinema and me. She was a novelist too, achieving consistent success over the last decade. She also ensured I supported Spain in international football, meaning I’d had the fucking time of my life from 2008 to 2012 and annoyed all my classmates and friends and especially dad about it.

The service went by without a hitch. It was quite lovely with a few touching speeches from friends and family. A couple of them were in Spanish and I only know the basics but they sounded hilarious, and thankfully we were now on the other side of the church and protected from the sun as we said some final farewells.

Next up was a small gathering at one of my great aunt’s, mostly so mum and I could catch up with more of the family. I was pretty close with a few of my cousins despite the distance so stuck around them while mum dealt with the brunt of the crowd. My Spanish cousins are olive skinned and all of them are gorgeous, guy and girl alike. I was almost jealous that they were full blooded while I got the half-blood paleness of dad thrown in. Maybe I would catch a tan during our stay here at least.

“Marisol.” I heard my mum’s name often, before the Spanish language took over and the rest of the conversation slipped on by. This time it was dad. “I’m going to head out. I need to be at the airport in the next hour or so.”

The two of them were still friendly and that would kadirli escort soon work to my benefit. “Well thank you for coming. Can I ask a favour from you?” mum asked.

“Of course. What is it?” replied dad.

“Would it be okay if Samuel took some more time off work? I want him to stay with me here for at least a week while I sort some things out.” Mum’s accent seemed a little stronger than usual, and it was clear she was slipping back into her comfort zone. I had turned to face them now, but didn’t want it to seem like I had asked mum to do this for me so I showed the surprise on my face that she was asking at all.

Dad looked my way and then back to his future ex-wife, before shrugging. “Sure. If it’s going to help things run smoothly. Take your time and message me when you’re heading back.”

I could assure dad of that much at least. I even offered to do some work from my laptop if he sent any over, just to prove I wasn’t relishing more time off during a busy period for the company. He left soon after and I made my way to mum, partly to thank her.

“You just bought me a few more days in the sun.” I lightly teased. I knew there were more important things than a tan, but I knew mum would take it well.

“You won’t like it when I have you cleaning out papa’s garage. He was a bit of a hoarder.” she teased right back.

I had the feeling I could manage a bit of a clear out until I remembered the heat. “Are you still thinking about selling up?” I asked her, but she didn’t have an answer yet. On the flight over she had suggested that selling abuelo’s new place in Cadiz would be worthwhile but I had tried to convince her that it would be a perfect second home for her. It was already paid off and it’s not like her work requires her to be in London year round. In fact with the divorce pending I even questioned whether she could move back here permanently. Maybe she would be happier here and I would be glad to visit year round. It’s not like I wanted her gone but there was less holding her in England than there used to be.

Mum would be driving us back to Cadiz later so she wasn’t drinking and I only had a couple of bottles myself. I didn’t want to get myself too worked up and end up finding a bar with my cousins and then end up annoying mum the next day when I was too hungover to help out with all the odd jobs that needed doing. She had already bagged me a longer break from work so the least I could do was help out when she required me.

All in all it was a good send off. I still felt for mum. She had lost both of her parents now after losing her own mother when she was a teenager. Abuelo never replaced his wife either. She sounded like a hell of a woman in her own right, and it was a shame I never got to know her. I caught mum staring at the solitary family photo of the three of them left on her aunt’s mantelpiece a few times. I had a similar one in my wallet of me and my parents from a trip back here when I was young. Families break apart in different ways and even with my parents now split, I would always cherish that photo.

The drive home was quiet. I just felt as if mum was tired of talking and needed some time in her own head. I had promised some of the cousins I would be back up to Seville to hang out some more if we weren’t too busy dealing with abuelo’s estate. Towards the end of the ride mum reached over and put her hand on my knee. She gave it a squeeze, but never took her eyes off the road. “Thanks for all the help so far.” she said, ever so gently.

“Don’t mention it. There’s nowhere else I would rather be.” I replied honestly. I was sure she didn’t doubt it.

“I want to talk to you when we get back. Take a shower and come and meet me out by the pool.”

“Whatever you need.” I reached my hand over and patted her thigh a couple of times, over the fabric of her black dress. I really wanted her to know I was here for her no matter what. We had always had a very open relationship when talking about our emotions even if those emotions were usually mine. But with the recent split and the sudden loss of her dad, mum needed to know I would do anything to provide the same for her.

“I need you to prepare yourself because I am going to tell you something nobody knows. It will change how you see me but I want you to know how much I love you and how important you are to me.” She spoke candidly, but again her eyes never turned to face me even for a second.

“You can tell me now if you want to get it out of the way.”

“No… no.” she replied, and it felt as if she might cry. “We’ll talk when we’re back.”

I agreed silently, and the rest of the drive was even quieter than it had been.

Abuelo had a stunning villa not far from La Caleta beach in the north. It was full of character and colour, full to the brim with his artwork and utensils and the bare canvases he had not yet put into use. There was a pool out back, with a shallow tanning ledge installed and a few deckchairs dotted about. It looked less lived in than kadıköy escort the inside of his place so I assumed he barely used it.

I jumped in the shower before putting on some swimming trunks and a light coloured t-shirt. It was still evening time and the sun was out until late, so if we were going to be sat in the back then there was no need to put my pyjamas on just yet. Mum hadn’t changed and I’m not convinced she had moved since we got back. She was staring into space when I arrived to greet her, before sitting on the deckchair beside her and lounging back. I had underestimated the time a little, and the light was starting to dim.

“How are you feeling?” I asked, before a tense silence. This really wasn’t like her. I had tried not to overthink what she said earlier, as unusual as it was. She had told me she loved me and that would surely override anything else she could feasibly tell me. The idea that my view of her could change negatively was impossible.

“I’m okay, Sam.” she finally uttered a response. “I don’t want to mess you around so I’m going to be honest from the start, but I hope you’ll hear me out and try and understand everything I am saying.”

“Sure. I guess.” I said. I wished I could offer more assurance but she was freaking me out a little bit.

“I had…” she started, but it seemed this wasn’t scripted and she hesitated as she tried to find the words. “I want to tell you about me and my father. We had-” She stopped herself again and sighed heavily and I could see how heavy her chest felt when she tried to compose herself.

“You can tell me anything.” I said, providing more assurance than I had the last time I spoke.

“We had an adult relationship.” she said. It was a polite way to reveal it, but I instantly understood. I could see why she was hesitating to get it out, but at the same time I had no idea why she needed to tell me in the first place. I could have gone the rest of my life without knowing. She didn’t owe it to me or anyone to reveal that. “It’s difficult to explain but things changed when mamá died.”

She seemed relieved to have it out, and I watched her eyes close for a moment as she looked up at the sky above us. It was an insane reveal. I guess she hid it well, but maybe that’s easy when you live in different countries. I didn’t think it made me look at her differently. I hope not anyway. I wasn’t exactly someone who truly understood the depths of incest, but I had enjoyed the porn on occasion.

I didn’t know what to say, but thankfully she spoke first. “I was in love with him. He was the first person I truly loved.” Her voice had gotten a little louder and now with the big reveal out she was growing in confidence to speak about it and tell me the story of her and her father. “Before my mother died she told me to look after him because he wouldn’t take it as well as he pretended he would. I don’t think she expected me to do what I did. But I fell for him. Over many months of mourning we attached ourselves to each other in a way that I cannot explain.”

I was quite mesmerized by each and every word. She was sinking deeper into the story and as weird and surprising as it still was, I wanted to hear it. “I have to take the blame. I fell for him first. I changed my behavior. I changed the way I dressed and behaved in front of him. Maybe he thought I was just becoming a woman and finding my sexuality and confidence but in reality it was all for him. I wanted to be with him. I wanted to replace my mother.”

“He fought against it for a while when it became difficult to deny, but clearly he was feeling something similar to me.” She turned to me. It was the first time she had looked at me since I sat down, but it was brief. She stared back into the distance as she continued on. “I think we fell in love long before anything happened between us. He was trying to be a good father and turn me away but I was very sexy so it was hard to say no.” She laughed to herself and I didn’t know whether to join in. She was a stunning lady even to this day, but pictures of her back then would stop anyone in their tracks. She was probably exaggerating and making light of the situation a little bit. Easing some tension. But she was surely right about it as well. It’s a lot harder to say no to someone so captivatingly beautiful.

“There was this one night when we both felt sad so I told him we were going out. I put on this white dress. It was a maxi dress. It was his favourite one of my dresses. It was soft and thin and it was so warm even though it was so late so I wore nothing underneath it. We ended up running around the city all night, drinking in bars, singing at karaoke, eating any street food we could find and just living in the moment and feeling happy together. We danced in one of those water fountain light shows they had in the city centre. He would chase me around while we got soaked and I teased him about seeing my body through my dress when it was wet. I thought he was going to change the subject kağıthane escort but he kissed me in public and we finally got to express our love for each other.”

She seemed free now and nothing was holding her back. I was sat perfectly still, refusing to move or speak and knock her off her rhythm. I was completely fascinated and didn’t want this to end.

“We both ran barefoot through the streets and the only time we stopped was to kiss. I didn’t know what would happen after but it was incredible to experience my only desire. We were kissing against the entrance to a mechanic shop when the door pushed through and we realised it had been left open. I think dad knew the owner so he planned to close it properly but I was excited and I kept kissing him when we were inside. We had some privacy so I had to take advantage of it. I remember that room so well. There was a red Toyota with two of the doors removed and it smelled like oil and smoke and it wasn’t the prettiest place to be intimate but it was a lot close than home was. I sat him down on a chair in the corner and sat on his lap so we could kiss more. I could feel how much he wanted me and I can still see the look on his face when I told him I was going to give him a blowjob.”

My eyes must have been bulging out of my head at that point. I never expected any of this to come out but even after finding the reveal fascinating in some ways I certainly didn’t expect the detail. I tilted my neck ever so slightly to watch her. She seemed lost in the moment, reliving one of the most incredible moments of her life. She was probably telling me so much more than she planned but it was thrilling and I was hooked.

“I was quite inexperienced but there’s a difference between giving a good blowjob and making love to a cock. I used my mouth on him and I made love to his cock. It was the most unbelievable feeling when I looked up and our eyes met each other for the first time. I knew he felt the same way as me and the feeling of making him cum for the first time was the most beautiful and powerful I have ever felt. My dress got so dirty on the floor of that place. There were oil stains that soaked through to my knees. It was the best night of my life and maybe it was the best night we ever shared.”

For a short while it was quiet. Maybe she had run out of things to say or she was beginning to regret sinking so deep into her experiences with her dad. She didn’t seem tense though so it was only really me. I was probably just nervous that her story had turned me on and I was now tasked with pretending it happened and trying to assure her nothing needed to change and I wasn’t going to change how I looked at her.

“We weren’t together for very long.” she said. It might have been a full two minutes since anything was said but she was back for a bit more. “Papá was quite strict about how our relationship was allowed to continue. He carried more guilt that me because he was the parent. I often felt that he was less guilty about being intimate with his daughter and more guilty about being disloyal to his wife, even if she was gone. I was also in it forever at the time. I wanted to be his next wife and love him to the end and he couldn’t accept that. So we ended it and I moved away and we saw each other less and less. We were still close but there has to be a distance after something like that.”

“I understand you may have a lot of questions and maybe I will have more I forgot to tell you but that is the truth and I wanted to be honest with you because you deserve to know.” That sounded like her wrapping up the story to me so for the first time in a while I needed to show some initiative and find words of my own.

“I don’t know exactly what to say but my first thought is just making sure you know this changes nothing for me. You are my mum and I love you. I wouldn’t ever think badly of you for being in love. I don’t think you needed to tell me at all though.”

“You needed to know Sam. It’s only fair you know everything.” she told me and it briefly made me ponder a scary question.

“Wait.” I said suddenly. “Can I ask you something? Is abuelo my father?”

Mum shook her head, turning to me and stifling what seemed like a laugh. “No, don’t you worry about that. This is impossible for a lot of reasons, not least of all because we never had sex. But our relationship was short and we were only intimate when I was 18. Then I left to study in London and met your father and you were born when I was 22.”

It was a silly question I suppose given she said it was brief and I was only 22, but it was the main reason I could think of as to why she needed me to know about something that happened over 25 years ago. I was surprised to learn they never had sex as well, but I didn’t feel like I needed to know why at that point. Nor was I brave enough to ask.

“I still loved your father and we had a good life together until the last few years. I don’t want you to think I have spent my life wishing my father had let me love him forever. I don’t regret it ending at all because then I wouldn’t have you. You were the only thing that could have made me happier and every day since you have made my life perfect.” she assured me. I hadn’t actually thought about that yet but it surely would have crossed my mind at some point. It was nice to know I was a valid replacement at least.

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Adventures of an Indian Cuckold Pt. 04

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This part is a continuation from previous part.

I will be narrating the story when I was 26 year and Kruti was 25. During the past 5 years me and Kruti were seeing Girish and accepted him as our only bull and had met 4 times but I will reserve the related stories for future parts. By now, me and Kruti were quite matured and had informed our families of getting married. I and Kruti both had a good job and career ahead and both our families were happy and Kruti and my marriage date was finalized to be in 3 months time. Me and Kruti were very excited and our ultimate fantasy would also be fulfilled to get cucked during our honeymoon after wedding. We were also quite close to our bull Girish and his family, Girish had introduced his wife and kids to us as well and we were well bonded. Girish wife Seema was also a gorgeous lady in her early 40s and she had shared an interesting history as well that I will narrate in future parts. We called Girish and invited him and his family for our wedding and Girish was also excited as he knew about our fantasy.

Our wedding was in Mumbai and we wanted to plan our honeymoon, so we invited Girish too and we all decided to go to Mauritius. Girish was okay with the timing as his wife and children will be busy for the week in another city for her friend’s functions.

About our wedding it was on 26 July on a Sunday and our honeymoon was izmit escort scheduled starting 27 July for 1 week. We had our haldi ceremony and other ceremonies planned but I will not be going into much details for now. So our plan was on 26 July our wedding was in morning and there was evening dinner at our house for close family and friends in which we had invited Girish and his family. Girish’s family had to leave by evening for another city so only Girish would be available for evening Dinner and next day morning we all were to fly to Mauritius for our honeymoon(our family was unaware of Girish flying with us).

The day had arrived, and me and Kruti were excited on this new journey of ours. After the wedding rituals, everyone came to congratulate and when Girish and his family came to the stage, Kruti and me looked at each other and I could see the lust in her eyes on seeing Girish.

They gave us a wedding Gift box and while standing in the group photo, Girish stood besides Kruti, and whispered “Congratulations! Make sure only you and Girish open your gift!” Kruti passed on the message to me which made us very curious. After our wedding, we all reached my home and we had to get ready for our evening dinner.

We took gift from Girish and found out a gift box and a note by Girish : “Happy Married Life! It also marks a new journey of your togetherness ığdır escort irrespective of how I am going to use you both for my happiness in future. Raghu make sure your wife Kruti wears the panties that I have sent, underneath her dress during your dinner part tonight, also no sex or kissing until I say so till honeymoon”.

I opened to see a wonderful customized pink colored panty in which it was written “Whore of Girish!”

Kruti got really excited after seeing this and winked at me and said “Are you happy Raghu, its the day we always dreamt about and our fantasies will come true.”

I whispered “Yes, my darling!”

During our dinner function at our home, Kruti wore a beautiful lehenga and only me, Kruti and Girish knew what was her innerwear, it was so intense though while everyone were congratulating Kruti and me, while we knew we Kruti is is going to be fucked by Girish during our honeymoon. After the ceremonies, we reached home and had to go to bed early due to early morning flight and Kruti changed to a beautiful shorts and tshirt and was looking amazing in her mangalsutra, sindoor and mehendi, I felt like kissing here and approached her.

She gave a naughty smile and whispered “Remember, what our master has instructed us”, and I had to control my feelings and we just cuddled and slept.

Next morning, me and Kruti left ısparta escort for the Mauritius for our honeymoon, and in the flight journey Girish seat was quite away, so this was probably the only time me and Kruti would be close to each other during honeymoon.

As we reached our destination, Girish came to us, and said “Look, I have booked a suite just next to your honeymoon suite, and make sure you follow this letter once you reach your room.” and handed over a letter a another gift box.

We were more excited to know what’s there in the gift and letter rather than checking out our beautiful honeymoon suite that was huge along with private swimming pool and bathtub and bed was decorated for us specially for honeymoon with a cake. It was a nice one piece see through dark pink colored nightie gift along with another set of pink panties reading ‘Girish ki Raand!’

I could feel Kruti’s excitement as she smirked at me while reading the letter:

“Congratulations my beautiful cuck couples. Be ready to obey your master and submit to all my needs. This night and week will be unlike all our previous encounters, there will be more humiliation, Kruti and Raghu will be my slaves throughout the honeymoon. And when I come to the room at 8 pm, make sure Kruti is wearing mangalsutra and sindoor with the dress & panties I gave, and Raghu will open the door for me and sit near sofa and at all times you will address me as ‘Sir!'”

I was so hard after reading this and Kruti was just smiling at me and said “My darling, this will me one hell of a honeymoon! ” and thanked me!

Next part will continue on how our entire week with Girish went.

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A Fair Deal Pt. 02

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***Warning. This story continues on with deep humiliation and descriptions of anxiety. Its is a deep dive into maledom with cruelty. It also includes watersports.

What’s the point of putting up resistance to choices that you have no control over? Having the illusion of choice isn’t the same as having control. My control had long been in the hands of corporations and bankers. One could say that they had been fucking me in the ass long before Jim sodomized me. The only way that I could participate in my choices was for me to decide whether or not I would allow myself to have anxiety over those choices.

I couldn’t afford to move into another apartment. I would have to pay rent with Jim and come up with first and last month rent with a deposit for the new apartment. It was winter and I couldn’t live on the street. I didn’t own a car to sleep in, Rachel had wrecked our only car. The only option I had was to continue down this rabbit hole, no matter how deep it turned out to be.

I didn’t even have to think about it. The choices were made a long time ago. Signing the loan paperwork five years ago doomed me to being impaled by my landlord’s cock.

The entire experience had been a blur up until Jim pulled his soiled, deflating cock from my rectum. It came out with a wet plop. That sound made it real. Jim’s sperm was inside of me. It was incredibly sexy to me that a man had finished inside of me. That he had used my body for his enjoyment. I was kind of excited about the fact that his DNA would be dripping down my thighs soon. I was already a whore, I just didn’t know it yet. I turned around and looked at him. I felt bonded to him more than I had ever felt to anyone else. Having someone inside of you is way more intimate than being inside of someone else. At least it is for me.

I kneeled in front of him. His cum leaked from my red bruised ass. His shiny cock dangled and drooled cum inches from my face. The tiniest movement in his body sent his cock swaying like a pendulum. I wondered how uncomfortable it was for him to have to deal with such a large cock. Did he have to stuff it down a pant’s leg when he got dressed? Did he point it up instead. It would go way past his belly button even when soft if he did that. Did he always choose the same leg of his boxers to stuff it down? I had an urge to kiss it, but I didn’t dare.

“Rule number one.” Jim’s voice thundered, “I own you. I will do with my property as I please. Do you innovia escort understand?”

“Yes… sir…” I said quietly, in an annoyed tone.

It seemed like a game. Some type of charade he would want me to keep up. We just needed to get to the point that he fucked me all the time and gave me a break on rent in return. I looked forward to both.

****SSSLLAAPPP****

Jim slapped me across the face. It was hard enough that I was in a daze afterwards.

“YES! uhhhh… Yes Sir!”

I was startled by the slap, and scared.

“Your sole purpose in life is to provide your owner with pleasure.”

“Yes sirrr…” I said almost automatically, as I continued to whimper.

My mind raced with thoughts. “For how long? What the fuck? What about when I pay off my debt?”

“You don’t sound very sure. You are a possession. A man’s plaything. An expensive but ultimately worthless sex toy. You and everything you have is mine. This isn’t a game or role play.”

“Yes… but what about when I pay off my debts?”

“I’m buying your debt. This isn’t Jim’s Whore Title Loans. You’re my slave now. I own you. I can sell you.”

“But I haven’t signed any paperwork…”

“Okay, then pack up and be moved out by three pm tomorrow. The eviction paperwork is already filled out and filed.”

“Ummmmm…”

“Do you understand that you are my possession? My plaything. My personal property? You and everything you have will be my property or… you will be on the street.”

I felt like I was being choked by his words. Each syllable more suffocating than the one before.

“Yes sir. I understand.” I said, softly.

“This will be a good thing for you. You don’t have to worry, as long as you do as your told. You don’t have to fret about bills or debt. You don’t have to worry about decisions. You can live life without anxiety from now on.”

“Yes sir.”

That part was kind of rosy, to be honest. I looked forward to less anxiety.

“Rule number two. Your name is Tricia. You are a sissy cum slut and whore. You are first and foremost receptacle for penis. You have no value outside of being able to make men orgasm. You are inferior to men in all ways. You must submit to all men, even a teenaged boy. The only thing men are to receive from you is respect, obedience, and orgasms.”

“Yes sir… So I, but, should I, do you really… Want me to fuck any man that ipsala escort wants to fuck?”

“Who are you to disagree with a man? I will deal with the man if he is trespassing on my property.”

My voice was down to a squeak. Jim’s cock was slowly getting harder. He was getting excited watching me wince.

“You need to learn how to tuck. You need to learn how to put on makeup. You are only allowed to wear black and white g-string panties and a matching padded bra while inside the house. It doesn’t matter if I have company over or if you have to answer the door for a stranger. That is your indoor uniform.”

“Yes sir.”

“While outside of the house, which will not be often, you are only to wear clothing that prostitutes would wear while walking the street. Short mini skirts and cutoff shorts. Cutoff tops and bikini tops. Fishnet stockings and body stockings. All of your goodies should be prominently on display for men to gaze at and enjoy.”

“Yes sir.”

“You must be completely hairless from the ears down. You must grow your hair out to your shoulders. What’s your weight?”

“Umm, one-forty something.”

“You’re too fucking fat. We will check your weight every Monday. You need to get down to one-hundred and ten. You will receive ten licks with the leather strap for every five pounds you are overweight.”

“Okay…”

“That would be sixty licks if we checked you today. Do you want sixty licks?”

“No sir.”

“Then you better work hard. You have a couple days before the first check, I suggest you don’t eat anything.”

“Yessss… Sir.”

“Rule number three. You do not leave the house without my instruction to do so. You also may not communicate with anyone other that what is required for work.”

“Yes sir. Not without your permission.”

“Not permission. Instruction. Permission would mean that I have allowed you to do something that you have asked to do. That situation will never come up because you will never ask me for permission to do anything. At least not for now.”

“Yes sir.”

“This will limit the amount of men who trespass. You will mostly just meet my friends. I fully expect you to take care of all of their needs.”

“Yes sir.”

“There are two empty banker’s boxes on my front porch. Go get one when we are done. Fill it with sentimental items. Put it back on my porch and grab the other. Try on all of Rachel’s clothing. Keep iskenderun escort everything that fits and looks slutty. Put all of your work needs, Rachel’s makeup, beauty tools, and the clothing you picked inside. Place the second box on my porch. Throw away all of Patrick’s clothing and everything else that cannot be donated. Leave the donation items piled up on the bed. Take off all of your clothes. Put on this pair of panties and this bra. Walk to my house slowly. Stand on the porch and ring the door bell. Do not make any attempt to cover yourself up. Let the world see you for who you are.” Jim instructed as he handed me a tiny pair g-string panties and a padded bra.

“Yes sir.”

“Stand up.”

I slowly stood up. Jim reached into the small bag he had. He pulled out a small pink piece of plastic with a metal ring. He placed the ring around my balls. He slid the tiny pink tube over my cock and clamped it the ring. He then placed a padlock on it. He removed a metal butt plug from the bag with a blue jewel on the handle. He rubbed a little lube on the plug and pushed it inside my hole. He finally took out a black leather dog collar. The collar had JWC embroidered on it. They were his initials, James William Chinaski. He placed the collar around my neck and attached it with a padlock.

He looked at me and said, “I need to mark my territory. Don’t move.”

Jim pointed his cock at me and grunted. A warm stream of yellow piss sprayed all over me. Jim aimed all over my body. He held his cock against my caged cock and pissed all over it. He moved behind me and pissed all over my ass.

Jim grabbed me by the hair and pulled down.

“Bend over, bitch.”

Jim pissed in my hair and on my face. I stayed bent over and took it

“Open your mouth.”

Jim pissed in my mouth. It flowed from my mouth down my body.

“Don’t let any spill out.”

Jim filled my mouth with hot piss.

“Gargle, but don’t spill.”

I carefully gargled his piss while I looked at him in the eyes.

“Swallow it, whore.”

I swallowed it. I thought to myself about how it didn’t taste anything like I expected it to. I figured it would taste like piss, but piss didn’t really taste like… piss. It was kind of salty but not unpleasant. Jim finished pissing on my face and got dressed.

“Good urinals don’t leak on the floor, for future reference. Clean your mess up. No shower. You need to have all your boxes on the porch and be standing there before the sun goes down or you will get to know the belt.”

Jim walked out. My little cock strained in its cage. I mopped up the living room and packed everything as instructed. I looked over my little apartment as I closed the door. Jim made me wait for several minutes on his front porch.

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I am going to be sick. That is inevitable. My stomach churns and my throat tastes sour. My head’s spinning and dancing I am going to be sick. I close my eyes and that doesn’t help. I open my eyes and that just makes it worse. I keep them closed. There is nothing for me out there. I have my little metal coffin of nausea and that’s all I need. I am going to be sick, and nothing can change that fact. The air’s going full tilt and it’s nice, but it’s not enough.

I am going to be sick and that means I can’t take in any of the natural splendor around me. Greenery and lush, towering trees. I assume there are birds singing, a herd of deer grazing, a friendly pack of chipmunks waiting at our destination to serve as butlers. I don’t know. My head hurts and I am going to vomit.

“We’re almost there, baby,” Louise says, “Just hang on.”

I nod weakly and let my head rest against the seat. I hate driving. I hate cars. I hate every form of motion that isn’t from manpower. I miss walking places. I miss running places. I exhale slowly like that will solve every problem I have. It won’t, but it’s all I can do.

Louise is not a good driver. Any driver that makes me feel this way cannot be good. Granted, she is still better than me, if only because she actually has a car. I like the bus. I like the train. I like walking. None of those things have such a bastard way of making me feel.

I want to watch the trees wave in the wind. I want to watch the world go by. I am tired of steel and glass and concrete. Such a shame. I like trees. In theory. I haven’t seen that many of them in a good long while. I wanted this moment to be special and full of wonder. Instead, I am going to be sick. Louise jerks the wheel over a sharp turn and the little phone voice says that was the right move. We have about fifteen minutes to go. Thank God. I can probably hold on for fifteen minutes. I hope.

I burp and it tastes foul. It’s going to be close. I count the seconds and there are too many of them. I focus on the cold wind from the air conditioning and that does help. Not a lot, but it does. She jerks the wheel again. That doesn’t.

We come to a stop and that’s the best thing that could ever happen ever. The wind has to shut off and that’s bad, but I get to open the door and sprawl into the grass. There’s a rock under my shoulder. That’s still better. The air is cool. The sun hides behind the clouds. The wind rustles the leaves and a door creaks open. My eyes are closed, and I don’t want to know about anything. Deep breaths and cool breezes and stillness.

Two things happen to me. I get a cool washcloth across my forehead. I get a poking foot in my ribs. I like the first. I don’t like the second.

“Are you dead?” asks Saoirse.

“Yes,” I moan, “Please let me rest in peace.”

“I guess we can do that. Leave you for the mosquitoes. I bet they would be really happy with you.”

I would be a good treat for the mosquitoes. And the flies. And whatever else wants to eat me while I lie here in the grass. I get another kick in the stomach and that does not help anything. I am dead. This won’t revive me.

“Do you want some crackers?” asks Troy, “I have some crackers.”

I shake my head and that seems to help. It’s fading. I am still. I am whole. I am perfectly fine.

“Don’t coddle her,” Louise says, “She’s a drama queen. She’s playing it up for the sympathy points.”

“Figured,” says Saoirse, “I’m not picking her up.”

Traitor. She is a traitor. I deserve to be picked up and carried like a princess. So does Louise and Saoirse and Troy. We just can’t all do it at the same time, so we need to take turns. And it’s my turn right now.

No one comes to save me but I am getting better. The washcloth helps and I slowly crawl to standing. Louise looks huffy and annoyed. Saoirse’s more or less the same. Troy’s concerned and that makes him my favorite right now.

We’re at the cabin. Saoirse’s cabin. Not forever, but for the long weekend. She doesn’t have enough money to own it forever, but a weekend would be fine. And she said we could all come because she’s nice like that. And I think spending a weekend alone on a cabin by the lake is an invitation for a slasher to come in and do some slashing. I am very slash resistant.

It is a nice place, if a bit run down. Troy and Saoirse got to share a ride up and they both look comfy. I can see the water from here, glass smooth. It reflects the forest and the clouds better than a mirror. The sickness is gone, and I am growing excited. I get to be excited to do nothing which is odd. I am doing nothing right now and I get to do more of it later. That’s great. So much nothing. There’s a grill and hammock and what looks like a thing for ladder golf. I could go for some ladder golf. Saoirse and Louise pair off for the grand tour.

The car beeps and that means I have to get the bags. Louise drove and I am simply better at getting bags. Troy helps because he is my new favorite. It’s going to be weird for a bit, since some of my friends are innovia escort meeting for the first time, but that’s to be expected. I’m worried, but not too worried. Troy grins as he pulls the first of our prizes from the trunk.

“Isn’t this a bit much,” he asks.

“You drink beer on a lake,” I say, “That’s just what you do. And I got 2 of them because there’s four of us.”

“2 36 packs of beer. That’s a lot of beer. 18 beers per person. Over like two nights. I don’t think any of us are capable of that.”

He does the math for me, and it appears that he is correct. That is a lot of beer over two nights. And Saoirse doesn’t really drink. Troy and Louise can go knee deep, but not that often. I don’t remember what happens when I drink, so I assume I’m amazing at it and nothing bad ever happens. I usually wake up next to a naked lady or two. Granted, recently it’s just been Louise and the occasional Saoirse and Troy the one time. And now they’re all here, so it can all happen at once and everything will be great. I’m a genius. None of this was my idea, but I am still a genius for accepting Saoirse’s invite.

—

“Why are you putting baked beans on a hot dog?” Saoirse asks.

“What? It’s a thing,” Troy scoffs, “It’s a thing where I’m from. You think everything from where you’re from is cool and normal? Cause it’s not.”

She still looks at Troy’s wonderful culinary innovation as if it were radioactive. I just eat my dog and go on with my life. Used to be a place that would put coleslaw and hot sauce on it near Papa Jams. Now that I think about it, it might have been Papa Jam’s before they switched owners. I don’t know. My food is good. Troy, like all worthwhile men, has culinary expertise in exactly two areas, grilling and breakfast. He has proven one and boasted of the other. He has promised pancakes tomorrow morning if he can walk.

Louise has her food, and she keeps tapping my foot. I tap back. She taps me again. Wrong foot, but then I get response as well. Wonderful. It’s all wonderful. The insects drone in perfect harmony. Wavering and dancing and humming some beautiful testament to the coming night.

The cabin has space. A lot of space. Like a house’s worth of space. I thought it would be one of those things where the closets technically count as separate bedrooms. But no, I am wrong. It has air conditioning. Weak air conditioning, but air conditioning, nonetheless. There’s a TV too. On second thought, I don’t even think it’s a cabin at this point. If anything, it’s more like a house. A lake house rented for the weekend. It has a hammock and a small dock for jumping off of. We’ll do that tomorrow. I like this place. It agrees with me. It’s a lot quieter in some ways and a lot louder than my place with Louise.

Louise looks to her plate and then to Troy’s. It takes a moment for her to decide, but she mimics his plating and finds it to her tastes. Considering that my better half now has given the ok, I try it as well. Not really sure what I was expecting, but it works. Don’t think I would do it again, but I’m glad I have the experience. Saoirse looks to all of us and makes no attempts to veil her hate. The insects drone on and on outside the screen porch. It’s nice. There’s a cold breeze coming off the lake and it excuses my hoody. Troy’s rocking bare arms and that’s nice. I can tell he’s cold though. There’s the prickling of goose pimples on his arms as they pick up his plate. Like a gentleman, he takes Saoirse’s as well. Like a scoundrel, he refuses to take mine for whatever reason. I am still eating, but I would have appreciated the gesture. He appreciates the firm open palm slap on the behind I give him though.

“Are we starting that now,” Saoirse asks, “kind of surprised it’s taken you this long to start getting in the mood.”

“The car ride kind of knocked me out of commission,” I shrug, “And I didn’t want to throw you and Troy in it together too fast. Your first time together and all. It deserves to be special.”

“If you vetted him, then he’s bound to be interesting at least. And if he turns out to be a complete and utter jackass, then you beat him up. I heard what happened at the club. I think you could take him.”

“In my defense,” he cries out from the other room, “I could at least break her hand as she punches me in the face.”

“You would bruise my knuckles at best.”

“Don’t underestimate my thick skull. Anyone want to start on the beers?”

No one does, to my disappointment. I got those for everyone, and no one appreciates my consideration. They are also still warm. The fridge can only do so much so fast. Shame, but that’s also a job for tomorrow. We could make a fun pyramid. Or a fort.

I’m thinking too many things. There are too many people here that I have seen naked. There are too many things I want to do to them all. So many contortions and positions and combinations, I cannot name them all. We have the cabin to ourselves, a safe haven from the prying judgmental ipsala escort eyes of the world. We can do whatever we want right here, right now. We wasted an afternoon lounging by a beautiful lake and a bit of an evening making wieners and beans. On second thought, I don’t think the second half was all that much of a waste. It was good.

Louise’s leg brushes up against mine, up and down, up and down. Then another joins and I think it’s Saoirse’s. I’m getting overstimulated and I love it. It’s amazing. There’s so much to do and feel and touch and poke.

“Am I going to be the only dishes slave,” Troy asks, “Or is someone going to help?”

Louise shakes her head and Saoirse has the excuse of paying for the damn place. I guess it’s me. I need some space. I want some space. I want to have the moment where we start to be complete. No distractions, no excuses, everything all perfectly aligned with everyone right where I need them to be.

I pull away and they both complain silently. Something is clearly wrong when I am the voice of reason for the moment, but I have no plan on how to fix it. They hate to see me go but love to watch me leave.

And I love to see Troy. Feels like ages since our first little tryst and I haven’t seen him since. Busy with work, both of us. He had books to balance, and I had bookshelves to balance. He could come work with me and then we’d both get nice and hot and sweaty. Have fun in our moving truck in between stops and then come home to a naked Louise and a naked Saoirse and a cold beer and game on and burgers and I am turning into my father. Odd. I always thought I would turn into my mother. I guess I have time to switch back if I want, but I don’t know. I’ll try this for a bit. I sneak up on Troy and snake my hands around his stomach. I kiss his neck and rub all of me against him. He freezes in place like a poor little deer.

“You are very bad at doing dishes,” he says.

“I am. That’s why Louise does them at our place. I did them bad once on purpose, so I never have to do them again.”

I rub against him a bit more and he feels all sorts of shapes against him. He is a bit nervous when my hips meet. It is nerve wracking to feel me anywhere, really. I push my breasts into his back and that makes him a bit less nervous. Or more nervous, but in a good way. He moves his hips back and that is a very dangerous game he is playing.

“Help me,” he says, “And then we can play.”

“But I want to play now,” I purr. I move my chin into his shoulders and start kissing his neck. I glance down and he wants to play too. Loose shorts can only hide so much. His hair’s getting nice and long and shaggy. I like it. I like the way it feels against my cheek. I like the way it feels when I move my hands through it. I don’t like the way it gets in my mouth, but nothing is perfect.

To my surprise, he has gotten stronger. And faster. He is in front of me, facing me and he is pressing his lips into mine. No tongue. No fancy maneuvers. Just pressure and heat and I push back and make it ferocious. He is strong enough to escape this time.

“Dishes first,” he says.

I am going to hit something. Not him. He does not deserve it. I did not get my way and that is a great injustice that demands beautiful retribution. I get nothing of the sort, other than a slow halfcocked urge on my crotch. I huff and pout and take up my task of wiping everything dry before setting them in a very fetching drying rack. The place doesn’t have a dishwasher. I bump his hips with mine. He bumps back. We do the work. I get excited. He gets excited. I watch him get excited and he watches me get excited.

“Never thought I would like that,” he whispers to me. I him and fill with warm smug glow. I am so much to like.

“Is that such a bad thing?” I say.

“Surprising. That’s all. Not exactly what I thought I was going to get, and I got a lot more than I wanted. I came out here with all of you, right? I know what I am throwing myself into.”

“Not really. You had a soft ball to start.”

“Then I at least know I am throwing myself into something. Hurry up. Last one and I don’t want to do anymore dishes.”

I can break this dish and never have to wash it again, but then I would be in trouble. No trouble. No bad things. I put it up and pull him close. I drag him back to the rest of my growing gaggle. I need to find some name for the collective at some point. Gaggle works for now. We’re wasting time.

“Vegas sucked,” Saoirse sighs, “It was hot. Everything was overpriced. Saw the saddest thing where a school bus pulled up outside a casino and all the kids got off to wait for their parents at the slots. I did have a steak at the top of a casino. That was fun.”

“Was the steak good?” Louise asks.

“Oh hell no. But it was a good view.”

“What’s this?” Troy asks, “You went to Vegas?”

“Yeah, that card thing I told you about on the way over. Anytime you walk out of there with more money than you walked in with is a good time, iskenderun escort but between those two moments, a lot of bad things can happen.”

I shrug. I’ve never been. I have no plans to have been. I like winters and snows and rains and trees. From what I know, the desert has none of things. Cactuses would be cool to see. Louise is also cool to see. She has her tank top riding up her stomach and sees no reasons to fix it. I have my spot next to her and Saoirse on the couch. Troy takes a moment and chooses poorly. He’s so far away. He needs to be close.

I look to him, and he shrugs. He can’t move now, otherwise that’s kind of awkward. We three have our slowly entangling limbs and bodies. Louise takes over most of my stomach. She presses into my hardness and is not surprised. It’s almost mundane by now. I am hard and ready as I always am, always will be there will be a time to deal with it.

“Get over here,” Saoirse sighs, “No point in playing coy at this point.”

“Cut him slack,” Louise says, “He can be timid. Let him build his momentum up first.”

“I’m not that timid,” he mumbles timidly. He shuffles over though and that is nice. We all laze and sprawl over a too small couch. Louise and I work to get rid of some of the cushions. Despite on fondness for proximity, there is still a need for more space. The insects keep their song in an endless drone. A lone bird calls out. I think it’s an owl. I hope it’s an owl.

There’s a foot digging into my crotch, softly working the flesh back and forth. I slip over it and close my eyes. My hands find a breast and roll it softly. My other hands find a thigh and it’s a bit hairy, so that’s Troy’s. The breast is big and soft and heavy, so that’s Saoirse’s. There’s a Louise over the rest of me.

We are all one endless mass of something simple. Sensation and warmth, skin on skin, muscle and muscle colliding and mixing. I almost don’t even want to go any farther. I just want his part forever and ever. No such thing as week to end. No such thing as an on-call shift. I don’t have trucks to drive or couches to move. Louise will be there because there are no humans to resource. Saoirse has no cards to deal or work to do. I don’t actually know what she does, now that I think about it. And Troy will have no finances to finance. All of us together. The foot presses a bit harder and that moment of crystalized times shatters into the next. I want more. I need more. I will take more and more will be given from them. I grip a bit harder on everything I have and that spirals us all up. Saoirse starts griding against me. Troy spreads out and looks for his own harvest to reap.

Louise is the one who finally breaks the veil of cloth. She sheds her shirt and tosses it somewhere. We all watch her. She shines under the spotlight. It is all for her. Dark skin and curled hair in thick dreads. It takes in the light and swallows us whole. We fall into her in lavish devotion. I kiss her back and feel her strength shift and move and clench. My hands move to her bra, and I am the one to receive that wonderful honor. I fumble a bit, but it gets off and I toss it over to the soon to be pile of clothes. I am not the first one to get the other prize. Troy does, bringing his lips to her nipples. She hisses and sighs and moves her hips to coax me further. It’s not needed but appreciated at least.

Troy’s next and that’s wonderful. Saoirse still has her breasts hidden and she is more concerned with herself. She massages and strokes and touches and tickles. She’s practiced and clean, very eager to touch and roll and play with herself. Her hands are under her hem. I can feel the couch carry the motions she gives. They are good. Troy works Louise more with me as a base. I am the nexus of sensation. I am the core of the tangled knot. We can only be cut when it comes time to untangle.

Louise is fully naked, and everything is beautiful. Everything is for all of us. I am hard and pulsing under her rhythm. I am eager and over the edge. I can’t find out how to undo my zipper. There are too many things in the way, too many bodies and limbs. I don’t care. One of my hands finds a button. Another finds the zipper. I don’t think it’s mine.

My open secret snakes into its own freedom, parting elastic and ripping cotton. It is wonderful. The combined heat of our bodies serves to heighten my beautiful excitement.

“I missed that thing,” Saoirse sighs, “It feels like years since I saw it. You’ve ruined me. It’s the only one that can satisfy me anymore.”

Troy chuckles through Louise and I feel it rumble through me. Good. He deserves some bit of confidence. He has three women to take care of. That is a herculean task, even with my help, and the start of it all is a good dash of confidence. I feel him rock and something else hits me. It’s him. I don’t think Saoirse can see him from here and I think we all deserve some clarity when that moment comes around. Louise twitches and I feel her throat clamp in remembrance. I don’t think she’s going to go for that on either of us today. I don’t blame her. She has me to contend with.

I feel her arousal start to drip down my shaft. Troy remains an absolute gentleman in helping us line up. All that trepidation slowly drips away with more and more heat poured into him. He is here with us and that is more than enough for anyone.

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I suppose that after a while people just get used to things, right? It used to bother me when my roommate, Brent, would kick his shoes off in the front foyer and leave the laying how ever they landed and now I’m used to following behind him to make sure his shoes are perfectly aligned, side by side. It’s just another household chore. It used to bother how often he would “accidently” bump against me and now I run into his bedroom with a thermometer if he isn’t looking over my shoulder in the kitchen to see what I’m cooking while he pats my butt. I mean, I used to it.

LOL, it never bothered me that he never even flinched once no matter what I lounged around the house in, but it did bother me when he asked me why I never wear a stuffed bra around the house. His eyes told me that my explanation disappointed him, but I decided from the beginning that my flat chest would be my crossdressing signature. I mean, I have a couple of bras, you know, just in case, but I pretty much leave them in my dresser drawer.

Hi folks, I’m Wendy Wilds and I’m still trying to figure if I fell for my roommate’s trick or was I able to turn the tables on everyone and finally find out what Wendy Wilds can do.

Brent’s trick had two parts to it.

First, he explained to me about how his motorcycle buddies would be at our house all morning this Friday getting ready for a long weekend bike trip to some biker camp out event. Which was fine until he started to drop hint after hint that I should help load up the trailing van with coolers of beverages and food. His reasoning was that the guys would be busy shining up their motorcycles and giving their bikes a mechanical once over. That didn’t sound too bad, so I nodded my head at him.

Secondly, and this is where his trick really kicked in, he handed me a small box and told me to open it. When I opened the box, I found two nipples looking back at me, which could only mean two things. LOL, Brent has been to the sex clothes store and he must have been embarrassed as hell, but apparently, he wanted something else to gawk at other than my flat chest, I guess. I knew immediately that he wanted me to wear a full bra this Friday morning as I worked in the back of the van while they, you know, were off to the side of the driveway gawking at bumps.

I wasn’t so quick to nod my head this time and let him know that I would need a few days to think about it. Allowing Brent to see me dressed as Wendy Wilds is one thing, but running around the garage and driveway in front of his biker friends is a whole different thing. My objections were well demonstrated with my facial expressions and hand gestures.

I don’t mind telling you that even though the breast forms had a certain appeal to them, you know, looking right back at me in the specialized box, I reminded myself that Wendy Wilds doesn’t think about wearing falsies when getting dressed. To me, my smooth chest and boyish nipples were all that I needed. Besides, there are things you can do with shirts and hoodies to make that area confusing and I think I was doing just fine with that. However, as Brent has presented me with fairly expensive set of bra cup fillers and because his embarrassment must have been priceless, so I suppose that I could at least consider wearing them from time to time.

So, I grabbed the box and ran to my bedroom and made it clear that I would still need a few days to think about exposing myself to his friends, not only for the first time, but with an enhanced chest. LOL, he smiled, admitted that going inside of Gary’s Sex Clothes store was very embarrassing and asked me if I was making us dinner tonight. Hah, we’ll have carryout dinner tonight, Mr. Breast Forms Guy.

And then I got really pissed off because for one, SOB, they really worked and two, damn, they were very light and easy to install and three, SOB, wow, they really enhanced my chest. However, I’m still holding onto my original dressing method of a flat boyish chest, you know, most of the time.

I made Brent wait for my answer until ikitelli escort the last possible moment. Mostly because I had to spend a few days to find a bra that the breast forms fit in better and because I needed a few other things too and that included a couple of special things for Tommy G, his best biker buddy.

And by the way, I was only even considering all of this because Brent might be right about how it might be time to let Wendy Wilds out of the closet. I’m not saying he is right. I’m just saying that he might be right.

Besides, if I get a few photos of me straddling a big bike for my Chang homepage, then I should be captured in new Denim shorts, right? And in this wig, which I can’t figure out if it’s dark with blonde feather points or if it’s blonde with dark spike points. And what I mean by that is, leave me a comment on Chang and give me your color scheme opinion and if you say it’s stuck in the middle, well, that is perfectly acceptable.

As the 10 am hour approached, I made myself ready and I started to internally laughed my ass off because as the female role player, I think it’s expected for me to have the sore ass, LOL. And here are these boys, getting to ride half way across the State to attend a biker camp out event on those small seats and that vroom, vroom engine under them.

Wait, hey, that’s at least six hours each way of a vibrating motorcycle engine under their asses, so maybe they something I don’t. OMG, I think I may know why Tommy G set this damn weekend up now. I mean, I’m pretty sure that he loves a little vibration on his backside. Hah, I know your game Tommy G and I picked up a few things special, just for you and your ride, hah!

I have long suspected that Tommy G might like things a little differently and his motorcycle is sparkly blue, so my special purchase for Tommy G was a medium sized blue bejeweled butt plug and a blue one leotard to wear under his hard ass motorcycle gear. And you know, a small tube of lube and a small bottle of sanitizer. Hah!

I let all three of the bikers and Kenny with his trailing cargo van pull in and park before I made my first appearance outside. I even waited for them to busy themselves with checking their tire air pressure and for Kenny to prop the rear doors of his van open. That’s when I made my casual walk to the van.

And holy train wreck snap, the back of the van was a mess with backpacks, tool boxes, tents and empty coolers, which means I will be working harder than I expected too. And better yet, holy Denim shorts snap, yup, the guys like these shorts alright. LOL, they are confused as hell, but they like the shorts and my bare legs.

However, I had work to do in the back of this train wreck van and I’m on the clock meaning if I don’t finish up quickly, the guys won’t go vroom, vroom any time soon. What I forgot about was that even the biker guys were busy dusting off their machines, Kenny the trailing van driver had less to do, you know, other than to bother me.

“Hey baby, the word from Brent is that you’re roleplaying Wendy Wilds and that you’re going to make enough room back here for all of our stuff, the coolers and for me and you to sleep in.”

“Kenny!”

“Look, I have a nice air mattress that should fit between the coolers and the tents, so what do you say? Hey, we should test out the warranty on the air mattress. You’re riding my shotgun this weekend, right?”

“Kenny!”

“Go pack some purple sleepwear for me Wendy Wilds. The van could use a splash of color.”

“That’s enough Kenny. You go help the guys. I have cooler packing duties to finish. And from what I heard from literally everyone, Amber rides your shotgun just fine. And just what is so funny now?”

“LOL, what happens if I hook up battery jumper cables to your nipples? You know, tonight after we recover from our first time. I mean, is it zap or yikes?”

“Ha, ha, butthead. Get out of here. Besides, I favor black and I only have a few things in ılgaz escort purple. So, go and send Tommy G over here for a minute. I have something for his trip and don’t even say it, it’s obvious that you have something for my, well, my trip.”

I will admit I was a little flustered as I went back to work in the back of the van and I will admit that for my first time being propositioned, I think I handled well. I mean, not everyone is that direct, right? However, as I pushed the tents to one side and positioned the coolers to the other side, I could clearly see that an air mattress would slide right up the middle. And then I shook my head from side to side and told myself that nothing was going right up the middle.

“Hey, ah, Wendy Wilds, were you looking for me?”

“Yes, Tommy G, I wanted to tell you something. However, if you have lewd comments about my manner of dress, let’s get through those first. So???”

“Whoa, I’m cool Wendy, it’s just that you have better legs than I would have imagined. Now, what did you need?”

“Well Tommy G, and I don’t mean for any of this to be embarrassing, but there may be a few things for you in the cabinet under the bathroom sink. There is butt plug with a blue head piece, a blue one-piece leotard with snaps, a small travel size tube of lube and a bottle of sanitizer, if that’s something you’re interested in. The plug is bejeweled in sparkly blue, just like your fuel tank. Anyways, it’s just a thought, you know, if you’re interested in something like that. And you don’t have to tell me your decision, but if you decide in favor of the secret items, just be sure to keep your heavy metal concert T-Shirt on and tucked in. The leotard is a little shiny. You’ll also need a few minutes in the bathroom, so plan for that. OK, bye now.”

Hah, his body language says “hey, that’s gay” but eyes are as wide as a pie and I’ll keep my eye on his comings and goings between the driveway and the house until they leave.

I suppose I should admit that it was a little disappointing that the guys were keeping their distance, but I kept up with my work. I even packed the pre packaged Sub Sandwiches in layers and with a note between each layer so they would know what the consumption order was. LOL, I just filled the beer and ice tea coolers all willy-nilly and covered it all with ice. And for some damn reason, I hooked up the portable air pump to the air mattress, you know, just to see if it actually fit, you know, just to see. And that trance was interrupted by a text from Tommy G.

“A forever secret, right?”

“Forever. Enjoy the ride.”

And SOB, with a little maneuvering, the damn air mattress did fit, kind of. And why the hell I kept moving things around is beyond me, but I did until the back of the van looked like a small bedroom with walls made out of backpacks and boxes.

“Hah, I knew it. See? It does fit and just imagine how cozy it would be. So, did you pack a few things yet, Wendy Wilds? I packed a fully loaded 12 Gauge and I want you to hold my shotgun, baby.”

“Shut it, Kenny. I was just checking it out because you need someone to take of you like I take care of Brent. Are those two blankets on the van’s rear bench seat what you going to sleep under or do want to sleep on the raw rubber surface? And don’t you dare say anything about liking it raw mister. We both know I’m not your type. I mean, wet works better for you than tight, right?”

“Hah, those are my sleeping blankets and I’m posting that I have someone to take care of me whether you like it or not, so you should just like it.”

“Hah, you should know that I’ always going to tell you to shut it, whether you like it or not. But never mind all that. There are hamburger, potato and onion meals in the small cooler by your front console. They are wrapped in foil and ready to cook. Just throw them on the edge of the camp fire and let them cook for 30 minutes. The potato’s may be a little under cooked, but if I were there, I would tell you to shut it inegöl escort and eat them. You won’t die. And don’t you dare share my little notes with anyone.”

“Well now, that sounds like you’re taking good care of me, doesn’t it?

“Hah, I’m assuming that Amber took good care of your full balls this morning, right? Go back and help the guys. I still have to make up your bed and leave my perfume scent on your front seat. Bye now.”

As I stood back behind the van and admired my work, I realized two things. One, LOL, the first big pot hole Kenny hits is going to cause all this stuff to crash down on the air mattress and two, I’m liking the breast forms more and more. However, I am still a flat chested CD, for the most part.

“Hey Cheekbone, how’s going with the bikes? Are they mechanically fit to make it to the city line?”

“Oh, that’s 50-50, but I’m sure we’ll be fine and oh my, doesn’t this look cozy back here? Now I see why Kenny is over the bragging about how you’re packing a bag and a box of 12 Gauge shells and I’m pretty sure that a box of shells is code for a box of condoms. So, are riding in the van and joining the party?”

“Hah, I am not riding shotgun, at least not this trip. However, I am looking forward to peace and quiet at home, so fill your bald tires with air and get going.”

Cheekbone is cool and I think he has the best bike. He has it all decked out with running lights and it looks pretty cool heading down the street. And my peace and quiet was shattered by Kenny, again!

“Oh, Wendy Wilds, you have undone yourself. I mean, it’s going to crash down when I hit a pot hole, but until then, wow, what a place for us to do it in. So, are ready to start admitting a few things, Wendy Wilds?”

“Shut it, Kenny. I packed you a special cooler with Miss Bea’s Spiked Ice Tea, but not while you’re driving. I also put a few blunts in the glove box. I wrapped them in something purple, so be careful when you open the glove box. So, are you going to text me a few times over the weekend?”

“I’d rather roll over and ask you to get me up for another round in person.”

“Nice try. And stop looking at me like you want to kiss me good bye. That’s not happening. However, these Demin jeans shorts are called Apple Bottoms.”

“Ah, good to know and what I mean by that is, huh?”

“I’m just saying that sometimes people squeeze the fruit at the grocery store to make sure it’s fresh and what they want.”

In other others, two open van doors provide ample coverage if two willing adults want to be a little frisky or something. By the way, if people at the grocery store squeeze that hard and for that long, then the fruit is ruined.

“So, have a safe trip and watch out for the guys. Are you going to hug me so that I know exactly what your condition is or what? But a hug only, mind you, no gyrating.”

“Are you always going to play games with me or are you going to cure my condition, Wendy Wilds?”

“I re-arranged your backpack and by the way, did you like my apples?”

“I did and I’m going to check them out deeper next week, you know, for worms.”

“Did you fill your gas tank or do I need to run up to the station with you? We may have 17 minutes before the guys are ready to go. By the way, I put your cigarettes and lighter in the center console and cleaned the bugs off of your windshield.”

Oh well, it was his loss because the guys had their motorcycles fired up and they were ready to hit the highway. And shame on Amber for not being here to see Kenny off because she would have had a little something to mess with and I don’t mean a little something.

All in all, I’ll call the morning a success. The guys had visual access to me and didn’t freak out. The neighbors couldn’t stop looking over and, well, LOL, old Mr. Jenkins may have been freaking out a little, but then again, he probably hasn’t seen a pair of bare legs in quite some time. And I think that Kenny might just be that horny most of the time.

Unfortunately for me, I was all dressed up and had very few places to go at this hour on a Friday morning. You know, other than the “Stop & Rob” convenience store, which I might say, I took my time as I walked up and down each aisle.

Fortunately for me, I had three full days to play as Wendy Wilds without interruption.

End Wendy Wilds 01

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Hi guys and gurls!!! Thank you so so much for the love! i really appreciate you guys loving this story! Ive been reading feminization stories for years and felt like i needed to contribute. Im so so glad youre enjoying it! Please let me know what you think! i love love love reading all your comments so much it makes it all worth it!

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Chapter 17:

Danny stared at the big white cock in front of his face. Covered in powder blue lace from Jasmine’s panties, the cock was a perfect duality. Both incredibly masculine and feminine at the same time. He could see a drop of precum forming on the tip and his revulsion from what he was about to do was all he could think about.

Jamie, now Jasmine in her dominant demeanor, pointed her phone camera down at the pink clothed sissy kneeling down on the bathroom floor. “Now apologize to Miss Jasmine for being a bad sissy and beg her to make you the prettiest little gay sissy possible. And make sure to end it with a big kiss on Miss Jasmine’s girl cock” Jasmine slightly lowered her panties even more, letting loose the whole 9 inch shaft while her heavy balls were still covered in powder blue lace.

Danny sighed, trying to psych himself up for this demeaning moment. “Come on Danny. Just get through this. You can do it. He looks like a girl so just think of her as a girl. It’s just a girl… with a big fucking cock. Damnit why did he have to be so much bigger than me??”

“Miss Jasmine. Sissy Danielle is so sorry for not being a good sissy. I want to be the prettiest sissy girl in the whole world. Please help me to become the sexiest… girliest…. Sluttiest…. *gulp* GAY sissy possible” Danny femininely begged the femboy standing in front of him.

Danny pursed his lips and started leaning forward to plant his lips onto Jasmines rock hard phallus. He closed his eyes shut as he leaned. Slowly, his big lips approached the throbbing cock. Hesitating an inch before contact, Danny finally made the decision and closed the gap. His thick lips planted on the head of Jasmines thick cock as Jasmines phone captured every glorious moment.

The bead of precum leaking from the tip slipped between Danny’s lips and Danny finally tasted another man for the first time. “Holy shit, I’m kissing another man’s cock! What is that taste in my mouth!!?? Wtf wtf wtf!” Ran through Danny’s head.

Panicking at his first moment of “willing” homosexuality, Danny tried to pull back. He’d done the deed, he had kissed Jasmines dick. But as he tried to pull away, his knee slipped. Danny fell forward rather than away from the throbbing member. His lips, slick with precum, opened and Jasmine’s girl cock started to slip into Danny’s wet mouth.

In slow motion, Danny’s eyes opened, looking up at Jasmine holding her phone to capture the moment. The dick slid further and further into Danny’s mouth. Gravity causing it to reach the back of his throat, and continuing deep into Danny’s throat. Danny raised his hands up to stop himself on Jasmines thighs, but it was too late.

Danny felt his nose make contact with Jasmines pubic bone. He looked up again, tears welling in his eyes at the sudden intrusion and saw Jasmine gasp in pleasure seeing Danny deep throat her 9 inch cock in one motion. The practice on “Daddy” last night must have opened up Danny’s throat, suppressing his gag reflex.

Danny felt every inch of Jasmines cock, from his lips down his tongue all the way to his esophagus. All the veins and ridges were gripped by Danny’s unwilling throat. With a final push, Danny disengaged the cock from his mouth, feeling all of the cock on the way out. With a loud pop, the cock left the sissy, dripping with saliva. Danny, now gasping at the intrusion, was lost in his own thoughts.

“Holy fuck I just deep throated a cock! I’m a cocksucker, FOREVER! Omg omg omg!” Danny panicked when he felt a wet slap on his cheek. And then another on the other cheek. Back and forth he felt them. Opening his eyes, he saw the glistening member in his peripheral before Jasmine swung her hips and another wet THWACK sounded on Danny’s cheek. He was being cock slapped!

“Oh wow, sissy! I just said a kiss, not a full on deep throat! You must be really hungry for some cock huh?? Don’t worry, there will be plenty more where this came from, bitch. Now thank me for allowing you to worship my dick and cockslapping your slut face” Jasmine ordered.

Jasmine didn’t realize Danny slipped, he thought Danny willingly deepthroated her cock, only cementing the thought more that Danny really wanted to be a sissy. And humiliating acts like a cock slap is exactly what Jasmine would want, so of course Danny would too.

With tears in his eyes, not just from the lack of oxygen, Danny’s eyes pleaded with Jasmine. “Miss Jasmine, t-thank you for f-feeding me your c-cock. And thank you for… *sob* cockslapping me”

Turning off the recording and then sending the video to her email, Jasmine addressed iskilip escort the pathetic sissy before her. “Good bitch. You know this is what you wanted so I’m glad you can accept it. Now get up. You made a big step just now by taking my cock. I’m very proud of you, girlie” Now Jamie, grabbed Danny’s hands and carefully helped him up onto his heeled feet before wrapping him in a hug.

All the humiliation and degradation of before slightly melted away when Danny was hugged. Visually, he was being hugged by a pretty girl, giving him warmth and compassion. Lost in the moment, Danny melted into the hug and wrapped his arms around the shorter sissy girl. The moment didn’t last long as rhe feeling of rhe 9 inch member resting on his leg destroyed the image of the pretty girl.

“Now Danielle, let’s get out of this bathroom and get out of here. I think we have a lot to catch up on. But there’s no way I’m letting you leave in those icky boy clothes. I think I have something in my bag that will work for you.” Jamie opened his back pack and started rifling through it. Pulling out some tiny pieces of fabric with a dramatic “ta-da” Jamie held out Danny’s new outfits. “Since you went above and beyond with sucking my girl dick, I’ll let you choose your outfit sweetie”

Jamie held up two different outfits, each oozing femininity in their own way. First was a clearly gym outfit that left nothing to the imagination. A Barbie pink sports bra with a strappy back that left most of the back exposed. The sports bra cups with heavily padded, with the cups sticking out stiffly on their own. Pair with a pair of black work out shorts with a ruched back, designed so that the fabric has seam that goes up your butt crack to lift and accentuate your peach. On Jamie and his perky butt they would look great, but on Danny with his big butt and wide hips they be obscene!

The other outfit was less revealing, but oozing femininity. A white cotton skater skirt that hung to mid thigh. It was loose and flowy, but Danny knew that was a trap from his time wearing a similar skirt last night. Bending over or a gust of wind could show off his panties at any moment. Paired with a hot pink tank top that had “Barbie” across the front with thin should straps and very low cut. Finally, a blue denim jacket that was cropped short, very stylish with girls Danny’s age.

“The gym bunny outfit is soooo sexy! Revealing nothing but everything at the same time! You’ll look so hot in it with your sexy girlie body, Danielle! I know you’ve worked hard on it so I think it’s time you showed it off. You’ll have to take off your corset and stockings of course for this one, which I’m sure you’ll hate not wearing the corset to keep your training regime up. And you’ll have to be careful with your cage. You won’t be able to tuck so maybe just hold your purse in front of you, unless you want to show off your little caged clit of course! Hahaha I know, sissies like us like to show off.”

“Or, this suuuuppeerrr cute Barbie girl outfit. You can keep your stockings and corset on for this one. The stockings will match perfectly with the Barbie tank and make your legs look super yummy with your little skirt bouncing as you walk. It is a really cute outfit, but I think with your ass and those stockings You’ll be sure to catch a lot of eyes. What do you say, sissy girl?”

Chapter 18:

“Miss Jasmine, can I please wear the…. Ugh gym bunny outfit?” Danny reluctantly asked Jamie. He knew the outfit would be revealing, but it (hopefully) wouldn’t be too different than his normal gym attire of a tank top and shorts. It would just be showing a little more skin, well…. ALOT more skin, but Danny thought he could manage.

Just looking at the over the top girly Barbie outfit was too much. At least the gym attire was made for working out, something Danny attributed to masculinity and alpha-ness. The Barbie girl outfit was solely for looking….. cute! No way Danny wanted to look cute at all! Plus, he’d have to wear the waist trainer with it and he’d give anything to get this thing off and take a deep breath for once.

“Oh yippeeee! I’m so glad you chose that one! Now we can go to the gym together and you can show me how you got that big fat butt” Jamie squealed as she spanked Danny’s panties bottom watching it wiggle wiggle wiggle.

Danny blanched at the thought of working out in such revealing outfit! He remembered just yesterday getting hit on in his boy clothes! If he showed up in these booty shorts and push up sports bra, he didn’t know what would happen!!

“Oh fuck, John asked me out on a date tomorrow! And I texted him I’ll be there. Jamie or Jessica CANNOT find out about that! Fuck, Demarcus wanted to take me out tonight! I gotta stay away from him and the apartment until I can get changed into my normal clothes. And I gotta stay away from Jessica today cause she knows! Fuck how did I get two dates with men??”

Danny wrestled with his new conundrum as He felt Jamie fiddling istanbul escort with the knots on his corset. “Um, Danielle, how did you do this yourself??” Jamie asked quizzically.

“What do you mean?”

“Well for one, this is tightened very tight and knotted behind you with no slack. I know I struggle with that with my own corsets so unless you’re an acrobat, I’d say someone tightened this for you. But more importantly, the laces are locked”

Danny froze. “LOCKED??”

“And there’s the answer to if you tightened it yourself. Yeah bitch it’s locked with a heart shaped lock. Super cute I might add. So tell me…. Who has the key?”

Danny stumbled with his words, coming to grips with not only that he was locked in his waist trainer, but that Jamie knew that someone else was doing this to him. Maybe telling Jamie he was being blackmailed and wasn’t actually a sissy would give him leniency and Jamie would help him get out of this shitty situation. Sure Danny was terrible to Jamie for years, but he couldn’t imagine Jamie would allow him to be blackmailed into all this!

“It was Jessica, Miss! My ex-girlfriend! She lured me over to her place last night to talk about the Halloween party and next thing I knew I was in a bunny costume! She took pictures and everything and blackmailed me into all this! And she… she…. She…..” The words tumbled out of Danny’s mouth, hoping that Jamie would help Danny.

But he was just about to tell Jamie about the other…. Stuff Jessica had done to him, he stumbled over his words. He shuddered thinking about sucking “Daddy” and the memory of the feeling that the vibrator left as he watched a sissy getting dicked down.

“Ok ok ok! Calm down Danielle! Jessica Barlow? The rich girl in Kappa Gamma Alpha?” Jamie knew Jessica pretty well. When Jamie finally came to grips with his sissy hood and started presenting as, at a minimum a femboy, he had a few classes with her.

She asked Jamie one time where he got his cute teal corset tank top and became pretty good school friends from then on. She was a sweet girl, very smart and driven, but very friendly nonetheless. While she was definitely an “alpha bitch” she couldn’t see Jessica doing this to Danny.

“Yes! That Jessica Barlow! After last night she came to my apartment and made me wear this…. Lingerie! She told me if I didn’t then she would tell everyone that I… that I… umm… am a sissy. She didn’t tell me she put a lock on the corset though!” Danny hung his head in shame thinking of how pathetic he sounded, hoping that Jamie would believe him.

It sounded far fetched to Jamie. Looking at Danny, he…. Well he looked way more like a she and that doesn’t happen overnight. Jamie was naturally feminine but it took years to get his body looking the way it did. There’s no way Danny did this overnight. But the tightened laces and lock on the corset said that someone else was involved. “Mhmm … ok Dani. I know Jessica. Let me talk to her. You stay here while I call her.” Jamie unlocked the bathroom and stepped out with his phone to his ear.

Danny stood in the bathroom alone in only his pink lingerie and high heeled sneakers. He realized how vulnerable he was and went to cover himself up with his boy clothes but realized they were gone.

“Fuck, Jamie must have taken them with him.” Stuck in just his slutty lingerie, Danny needed to cover himself up somewhat. Faced with either the girly Barbie outfit or the tight gym outfit, Danny stuck to his original decision and decided the gym outfit was better than nothing. The girly girl skirt and stockings was too much for Danny. At least the gym outfit somewhat resembled what he wore himself to the gym, although much more revealing and slutty.

Danny stepped out of his heeled sneakers and unclipped the silky pink stockings. Running them down his smooth shiny legs, Danny shuddered and his dick twitched in its cage. “Fuckkk why do stockings feel so good! Maybe that part isn’t so bad…” Danny thought and he slid them off his feet.

Next, Danny struggled to unclasp the bralette and was finally able to wrestle himself out of it. His naked nipples were pointing straight out and he grazed across them. A euphoric feeling rushed across his nipples and deep inside him as he brushed them, causing him to bite him plump bottom lip. “It’s gotta be the cold and the nerves of the moment.” Danny consoled himself.

Danny grabbed the padded push up sports bra and sighed as he held it in front of himself in the mirror. “It’s just like a tank top, Danny. Come on man you can do this” Danny lifted the feminine garment over his head and shimmied himself in. Fiddling with the cups so they fit over his small chest, Danny saw that his cleavage was back. The push up effect of the padding lifted his flesh into a dramatic change, looking again like he had a C-cup. It seemed like the padding was gel silicone rather than just cloth, so the bra felt heavy on his chest.

The mounds of flesh looked massive otele gelen escort to Danny as he looked down. The low cut top showed off a generous amount of cleavage. Danny turned in the mirror and fixed the four thin straps that crisscrossed his back. The straps went from one shoulder diagonally across his back to just below his shoulder blade where they connected with the front cups underneath his arm pit. With no strap straight across his back, he didn’t think this sports bra would provide too much support to his new chest.

Testing it, he bounced up and down in the mirror and was shocked to his his chest jiggle and bounce up and down as he did. “How could a girl even work out in this? I guess it wasn’t really designed for work outs, more to be ogled” Danny thought as he cupped his new breasts.

Danny then grabbed the tiny black booty shorts. “I don’t know if these are even gunna fit” staring at them quizzically. Danny started to step into the shorts, one foot and then another bent over at the waist to lift the tiny fabric. Before he was even half way up his thighs, he heard the door open behind him. “Shit, why didn’t I lock the door????” Danny thought as he looked over his shoulder.

Jamie walked in putting her phone in her pocket and lit up in a smile seeing the little sissy. He was bent at the waist, pink bra straps crisscrossing his back, accentuating and revealing rather than covering his sexy back. The black booty shorts were tight across his thighs and his big peach covered in pink lace was framed deliciously. Jamie stared at the beautiful ass when he saw something buried within the crack of his ass. A shiny pink jewel! Danny was wearing a butt plug!

“Well well well, sissy Danielle. I love that you still went ahead and put on your little workout outfit. Thought you would have changed into your boy clothes since you’re being ‘blackmailed’ to do this” Jamie mockingly used finger quotes saying blackmailed.

“You took my boy clothes and I didn’t want someone to walk in with me in just lingerie. I thought at least this would be better….” Danny mumbled, clearly embarrassed that he willingly dressed up even more.

“Danielle, I didn’t take your clothes there right there behind your bag.” Danny looked and sure enough His polo and jeans were right there. “Now Danielle… Jessica and I had a nice little talk and I think I can help you”

Danny couldn’t believe he missed his normal clothes, ashamed that now Jamie thought he was even more willing to dress like a girl. But his attention focused once she said she would help! “She must believe me now that she talked to Jessica! Maybe she can help me get those videos and pictures back so I can return to normal!” Danny smiled at the thought, looking like a happy girl to Jamie.

“Yeah I can definitely help you, Dani. Cause Jessica made it clear about your whoollleee situation.” Danny was thrilled! Jessica must’ve explained how she tricked Danny into all this. Thank god! “Yeah she told me how you came to her last night and explained that you broke up with her cause you’re actually a gay sissy girl and didn’t want to hurt her anymore.” Dannys smile wiped away and his jaw dropped.

“Yeah she said she totally understood and would love to help you become the real you! She showed me pictures of your super sexy bunny outfit. You fucking rock that outfit btw girlie! Your figure is killer in it! She told me you asked, no begged her, to lock up your little clit until you found a real man to hold the keys. She even sent me the videos. My GAWD! You sucking ‘Daddy’ was incredible! I don’t even know if I could get that deep and I have a lot of experience. And how you came like a bitch having your pussy vibrated! Oh em gee! A sissy gasm is an incredible experience honey. I almost came in my panties watching it!”

Danny’s shame couldn’t get any worse. He wanted a hole to swallow him up where he stood. Jamie, the target of his bullying for years, saw him suck a big black dildo and cum from getting his ass toyed, all while wearing a pink bunny costume. His blushing couldn’t get more red, or so he thought.

“And Jess told me how you begged her to hold onto those videos and pictures to keep you in line. How you were afraid that your Danny self would try to change you back into being a boy. I get it honey, we all go through those ‘sissy purge’ episodes. Smart for you to take it out of your hands. And don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll be sure to hold onto our videos, just in case you try to get all macho again. Now, I’m sure this is one of those episodes, all that BS on how you don’t want this. Well don’t worry honey, I’ll make sure to knock the man out of you and leave only a girly. Little. Sissy. Bitch.” Jamie had stepped close to Danny at this point and wrapped her arms around his big ass. She punctuated her last words with slaps on his jiggly cheeks.

“Now, let’s finish getting dressed honey. But those panties just won’t do with those shorts. Here, I have a work out thong for you so you won’t have panty lines.” Jamie turned and grabbed a pink microfiber thong and handed it to Danny.

Danny was stuck. There goes his chance for help. And now he had another blackmailer set on making him as girly as possible. Danny shuddered wondering what the rest of the day would bring at the hands of his bully victim.

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To Whomever the Hell this is,

I felt utterly foolish replying in such a manner, the words sitting on the screen taunting me. The feeling compounded by my apparent willingness to play along, which had surprised me. I had been a little submissive with Tom but this seemed different. At the same time, the feeling enticed me. The mess of complicated emotions danced around in my head as I waited for his reply. Part of me hoping he would be another flake, a deeper part of me desperately hoping that he was completely serious.

‘Let’s meet, sexy,’ the reply came. I let out a breath I hadn’t been aware that I had been holding. The idea of meeting before hand seemed to bring some comfort.

‘Where would you like to meet?’ I asked.

An address flashed in reply with a time. The address was familiar to me too, as it was a place on campus that was pretty close to my dorm. A new worry began creeping up on me. What if this was someone I knew? Up until now, it hadn’t even occurred to me that this would be a possibility. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to be open up about sex with a close friend, let alone an acquaintance. Although, the thought was hot.

I considered just not going. I wasn’t risking anything now. I could just keep looking, I thought even as I hopped in the shower to get ready. I wondered if the mix of emotions would ever get easier to manage. Did I want them to? I tried to heed some of Tom’s advice and tried to relax my ass with a good douching. I wasn’t even sure I was doing it right, but it was worth a try anyway. Couldn’t get better at it without trying.

I argued with myself the whole few hours all the way up to the point it was time to go. It seemed despite my mix of emotions, the side that had control of me was the side that wanted to meet. I wasted no time in getting there only when I reached the doors leading into the coffee shop seeing a sea of people inside, did I hesitate. I scanned the faces seeing some familiar ones from around campus. No one I recognized.

It then occurred to me that I hadn’t established a way of figuring out who I was supposed to greet. I didn’t like the idea of approaching each person. I decided to order a coffee while I figured it out. I watched the faces of the people talking amongst each other. I figured it couldn’t be someone who was already here with someone else, but the problem with that was that everyone there was with someone or multiple someones.

My coffee was made quickly despite the busyness. I checked my watch to make sure I had the right time. I was a few minutes early, so I sat down and waited, this time watching the door for any clue of who I was to meet.

At the exact moment the clock turned the hour, the hour the man had said to meet, the door opened and in walked someone I was very familiar with. My heart sank more than a little. It was my English professor, Professor Phillips. My anxiety levels grew so fast that I had to stop and remind myself to take a deep breath in. This didn’t mean he was the one I was waiting for. I took a deep breath in that caught in my lungs as I locked eyes with Professor Phillips.

At that moment, I knew that he was indeed the man who had messaged me, he was the one I had called daddy, and he was the one who looked so damn sexy in his photo. Then he began to walk towards me, and three thoughts ran through my mind in order of; I was going to pass out, then he was going to fail me, and that while he looked good in a suit it was a shame his body was hid from the world. His emerald eyes never left mine, as if they were drinking the emotion straight out of mine own.

His otherwise emotionless face gave nothing away, save for his jaw was twitching just slightly.

“Mr. Evans,” he said in his familiar firm voice. “Enjoying your weekend?”

“Yes, sir,” I said, still holding my breath. I was suddenly aware of how red it was making me.

“Breathe, you don’t want to pass out now,” Professor Phillips said. My cheeks burned red for an entirely different reason now, though I did release my breath shakily. Professor Phillips nodded slightly, held up a finger and turned to the counter to order a coffee. I hung off every word, not daring to move, in fear that I would give myself away. Even though I wasn’t sure what I was going to give away. Maybe he didn’t know what I was here for, I thought.

“Good morning, Mr. Phillips,” the barista greeted him warmly. “Your usual I’m guessing?”

“Of course,” Professor Phillips said. His tone was polite, but it was obvious he was trying to hide his emotion. The barista smiled and handed him a cup.

“Of course,” the barista torted. “I had it ready for you anyway. Glad you didn’t change it up today.”

Professor Phillips nodded with a prompt smile, thanked the barista and turned back to me. He looked me up and down before motioning me to follow him to an outside table. I didn’t want to cause a scene by refusing, so I did. As I passed the counter, I caught a quick glimpse of the barista watching me. She was smiling politely but I got the feeling it was more of a knowing hakkari escort smile.

There was no one outside save for one lady across the other side smoking a cigarette, absentmindedly scrolling through her phone. Professor Phillips motioned for me to sit, taking a chair himself. It wasn’t particularly hot outside, but not cool enough for anyone to really want to enjoy the patio.

“So Mr. Evans,” Professor Phillips began. “Are you ready for your test.”

“Test?” I said. “You have a test?”

“Your midterms,” Professor Philips said simply. “They are in a few weeks.”

“Oh,” I said, relieved a little. “Um…yeah. I think I’ll do alright.”

“With your grades, could go either way,” Professor Phillips said, sipping his coffee. “You’re bright, I’m sure you’ve studied hard.”

I blushed at the compliment, but something caught my attention. I was pretty sure he put emphasis on hard, but it had happened so effortlessly, I wasn’t even sure I’d heard correctly. I took a sip of my coffee to avoid answering.

“This is your first time, isn’t it,” Professor Phillips said. This time I caught him emphasizing ‘first time.’

“Wh…what do you…” I stammered. “My first midterm?”

“No,” Professor Phillips said. “Your first time at this coffee shop and your first time at all.”

“You are the one I’m supposed to meet,” I said. “Aren’t you?”

“I thought you already figured that out,” Professor Phillips responded. “I figured because I’m here all the time, and you are the only new face.”

“Well,” I said, not sure what to say. “It’s not my first time, exactly.”

“Oh, really,” Professor Phillips said. “Tell me about it.”

“A few weeks ago, I spent the night with…someone in a hotel, on his way through,” I said. “He was my first.”

Maybe it was his calm demeanor or his genuine curiosity about me, but I was beginning to feel at ease. He didn’t seem upset that I was one of his students or with me in general. His eyes were piercing into me as I recounted my experience in Denny’s. I felt myself getting stiff as I told him about how Tom had taught me how to take him all the way. How excited I had been feeling him tense up in my throat just before he released directly down my throat.

“After, I wanted to do more, experience more,” I said. “I just need that feeling of fullness.”

“Damn, such a sexy story for someone so cute,” Professor Phillips laughed, catching me slightly off guard. His face held the emotion well, but it was fueled by something more. I recognized the hunger in his eyes as it was the same hunger I had been feeling for too long.

“Cute?” I said. “Did you just call me cute?”

“Does that bother you, sexy,” Professor Phillips pressed, causing a fresh blush.

“I guess not,” I said, after a pause. “Just kinda strange hearing my professor call me cute and sexy.”

“Strange in a bad way?” he asked.

I looked up at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes burn as he studied me. He was relaxed otherwise and suddenly he wasn’t my professor, but just a man looking for some fun. Nothing more or less.

“No, sir,” I finally replied. “I think I like it.”

“Good, because I think I’m excited to see your skills first hand,” he winked at me.

“You’re not worried about sleeping with a student,” I asked. “Isn’t it illegal?”

“Well you’re over 18 and as long and as long as we’re both consenting, it won’t be illegal,” Professor Phillips said. “It does carry a certain risk of me losing my job though, I’m not really worried about that.”

“Why,” I pressed.

“Many reasons,” he responded. “Mostly, I just don’t feel like letting life slip me by. I have desires, so do you. As long as they don’t hurt anyone, who cares. Besides, it happens way more often than you’d think.”

“Not to anyone I know,” I said.

“Do you tell everyone, every time you have sex?” Professor Phillips pushed. “Especially when it’s something considered more taboo than sex already is.”

“I guess no,” I said meekly. He had a point and he seemed so sure of himself adding to the weight of his words. I glanced away, suddenly very aware of how unsure of myself I was. The woman in the distance finished her cigarette and made her way back to the coffee shop. I waited for her to pass to finally speak.

“So do you want to head back to your place, then?” I asked, hoping he didn’t want to come back to my dinky apartment.

“That’s the plan, but first, I need to know something,” he said. “You’re very sexy in your photo, but I have certain tastes you should know before we do anything.”

“Oh. Sure, I understand,” I said, confused.

“Mmm. Let’s see.” Professor Phillips said. “Firstly, I like it a little rough, and I don’t mean that lightly. Pain and pleasure, a beautiful combo, is not everyone’s scene. Is that something that scares you?”

I hesitated before answering. I had never really like pain, I mean who does? Despite that, I recalled the pain I’d felt after my first time and thinking back, the pain hadn’t gone away before I had had halkalı escort Tom back in me, bending me over an armchair. Maybe it could be fun to add a little pain. I was still aroused while thinking about it, but that might’ve just been because of the memory not because I liked the idea of pain.

“Yeah, I could give it a try,” I said to which Professor Phillips nodded.

“Just in case though, have you ever used a safe word before,” he asked, to which I shook my head, no. “Think of one. Something you wouldn’t use during sex so that if you say it, I don’t confuse it. I’m very dominant in bed, and I like submission. Dominating doesn’t just mean giving yourself over to me. Some of the things I have in mind, I might want you to resist. I will not force you to do anything you don’t want to do though, so if a situation pops up that you don’t want to, use that safe word. This only works if we both enjoy what we are doing. If you don’t like it or don’t want to I need to know. You can always say no.”

“What’s yours?” I asked.

“It’s moonstone,” he said. “but I never use it. I haven’t come across a situation to use it at least. Like I said, I enjoy being in control.”

“OK,” I nodded. “Lemon. My word will be lemon.”

“Good,” he continued. “Now, when we are together, you will need to refer to me as Daddy. Sometimes I’ll allow you to address me as sir or something else, but I prefer Daddy. Unless of course, we are in class. Outside it’s normal interaction. When we are alone, I expect only that. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I said with excitement, “Daddy,” I added hesitantly. Not sure if he meant starting now.

“Very good,” Professor Phillips said. “Other rules we will go over as time goes on, I don’t intend to turn this into a lecture, but if you break my rules. There will be punishment. Follow them and I’ll take care of you. I’ll reward you.”

He emphasized the words punishment and reward. My head felt a little light taking all this in. What seemed like only moments ago, I was panicking over my professor being the one I had flirted with. Now he was giving me rules and talking of punishing and rewarding me. Telling me how to address him, and it was turning me on. My mind wandered to the picture and how badly I wanted to see that dick. Would it be a punishment if he bent me over the table and fucked me right there?

Or a reward?

“So, Daddy, hitting on you here,” I asked. “Would that earn me a punishment or a reward? Because I’m getting anxious waiting to unwrap that dick.”

Professor Phillips made a ‘tsk’ sound. At first I thought he was upset, but his eyes told me differently. They showed all the emotion he tried to contain, flowing out for those willing to swim in their intense green.

“You haven’t earned that yet,” he said. “but I’m sure you can on the car ride back to my place. Besides, you still have to model for me, remember?”

I had completely forgotten about the lingerie he had mentioned. I didn’t think it was possible but I got more aroused. I couldn’t telly what was turning me on more, all I knew was that I was turned on and I was ready to do whatever he wanted me to do.

“Oh, um, I do now,” I said.

“Is there something wrong?” Professor Phillips asked.

“No,” I said. “I’ve just…never worn anything like that before. I’m not sure I’ll look good in it.”

“Don’t worry about that,” he replied. “I will help you and you will look good for me.”

His confidence was intoxicating. He was so sure maybe I would. In one final gulp he finished his coffee and stood up, motioning me to follow.

“Come on,” he said. “Let me show you.”

I stood to follow him to his car. It wasn’t a long drive, only taking a few minutes from campus to his house, but it felt agonizingly slow. Every minute weighed down by the anticipation of what was to come. Professor Phillips must have sensed that I was nervous or maybe he was anxious to, as he placed a hand on my upper thigh as he drove, running his hand up and down. Each time he moved a little closer to my crotch. Each time my breath catching in my throat.

When we finally reached his place, I was slightly taken back from how large it was, but I barely had time to take it in before I was on him kissing him. I had waited long enough, desperate to taste him, but he gently pushed me off. I felt a tinge of annoyance as he did, desiring more of him.

“We got to get ready,” Professor Phillips said with a chuckle. “Daddy needs a bit more patience.”

I shivered at his words, hearing him refer to himself in such a way. Strangely, I found it exciting. I would just have to add it to the ever growing list. Most of them from today. He led me through the living room and into the bathroom beside the master bedroom. Inside, on the granite countertop was the lingerie, laid out neatly and orderly waiting for me. It became obvious that wasn’t all that he had in mind for me.

“Sit,” Professor Phillips instructed, motioning to a chair by the tub. I did, not entirely sure where haramidere escort this was going. He turned on the water to the tub before pulling out a razor and shaving cream.

“Are you ready to prepare yourself for me,” he asked, turning off the water, just over half full.

“Yes, daddy,” I said. “but, I don’t understand.”

“I told you there are other rules,” he responded. “I like my toys freshly shaved. I’m going to help you shave this time, in the future, you will be able and will do this before hand. Now take off your clothes.”

I did as he said while he did the same. I couldn’t help but focus on him as he removed each article. His pictures didn’t do it justice. He wasn’t just muscular, sculpted was more like it. Each muscle seemed carefully molded to look as good a possible on him. Then he got to his underwear and my tongue nearly fell out of my mouth. It was huge, even while flaccid. I guessed about six maybe seven inches. I shuddered thinking of it growing in me, reaching it’s full size while fucking me. Until I was snapped back to the present by his firm hands running across my shoulders.

“Are you with me sexy?” he asked. “I said it’s time to get in the tub.”

“Yes, sir,” I said not looking away from his magnificent cock.

“Didn’t I tell you?” He started.

“Yes, Daddy, I mean,” I said taking a step into the warm water. Professor Phillips stepped in behind me and leaned me back so he had full access to my body and so I could feel him poking my back, he wasn’t hard yet but I could feel it twitching. Using a washcloth he washed my skin on my chest working his way down to my crotch and legs. My own cock, which was tiny in comparison, twitched as he applied the shaving cream.

I’d never had much need to shave. I knew the basics but that was for my face, which was different as I would soon find out. He took his time massaging every inch of my skin while he applied the cream. Each brush of his fingers, causing my excitement to intensify. Then came the razor. Each brush firm but soft. His free hand found my nipple and began to tease it as he shaved all of my body hair.

He expertly worked his way up to my crotch taking extra care on the balls. I almost came just from the sensation when he started kissing the area of skin between my neck and shoulder. It sent me overboard but I didn’t climax just yet. Somehow I held back but I couldn’t withhold the noises of pleasure. He drew sounds from me that I didn’t even know that I could make.

Soon he set the razor aside and just continued to wash the excess cream and hair off of me, continuing his attention on my neck. Until finally, he pulled away and stood to get out of the batch. He held a towel open for me. Cool air flowed over my newly shaved body as I stood up, causing me to shiver. Every time my legs brushed against each other I was very aware of how bare they were. How exposed it made me feel, yet free and tantalizing. I had to restrain the urge to run my hands over them repeatedly.

“Let’s get these on now,” he said, handing me the lingerie. I breathed heavily as I accepted them garments, my hands shaking in trepidation. They were soft to the touch and had a strange linen smell that was pleasant but not something I smelled normally, even after cleaning my laundry. I pulled the panties on first, feeling the soft fabric glide across my now smooth legs and settle over my ass nicely. My crotch however proved more problematic as my cock was hard as stone unable to contain my excitement.

It stuck straight up, the tip barely poking out of the top. I heard Professor Phillips give a noise of approval. I couldn’t help but blush. Normally I might’ve been embarrassed but with him watching me slide on the panties, it only encouraged me. I wasn’t sure I was being sexy enough though, so I watched him as I pulled the nylon hosiery over my legs the tops stopping just below my panties. They felt nice and snug like a soft comfortable fabric hugging my thighs.

Next came the top. It too hugged my chest almost perfectly. It was padded and heavier to simulate small breasts but I was focused on the stimulation it was giving my nipples. They poked straight up causing me to shiver once again. Finally, I was dressed and ready for Professor Phillips who had a growing look of hunger in his eyes. He wasted no further time as he led me to the bed running his hands over his handiwork.

His hands settled on my cock, gently stroking it through the panties. My already hard dick was leaking precum as he drew me closer and closer to the edge. Until just as I got to the edge, he suddenly stopped. I groaned, desperate for any kind of release at this point. I needed him so badly at that point, I could care less about anything else. I reached up and swung my arm around him bringing him close.

“Please, Daddy,” I said. “I need you. I need you NOW.”

Professor Phillips smiled, intensifying the hunger burning in his eyes. Yet, he said nothing as he dragged his fingers lightly down my legs. Sending a cascade of pleasurable shivers down my spine. I squirmed under his thumb, begging him to fuck me, until finally. His hand was at the base of my panties, moving them to the side. With a single motion he turned me around onto all fours, keeping the panties to the side. I felt a cold splash of lube and then, the familiar pressure of a cock pushing into my ass.

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I turned up at his house at the time he told me to. He greeted me at the door and told me to go through to the sitting room. I was nervous, my stomach was turning, and I couldn’t stand still. He closed the door and walked up to me, and gave me a bag. I was told to go to his mother’s room and put on the clothes in the bag.

I walked to his mother’s room and emptied the bag onto the bed. Tan tights, black knickers and bra. A pair of low heel’s and a red dress. I know what is expected as this has happened before.

i strip off my clothes and slip on the tights, I love the feel of the tights as they are slipped up my legs. The bra is next, followed by the knickers. I admire myself in the mirror and stroke the underwear, i gasp as I stroke. The red dress is next, it feels wonderful as I pull it down over the tights. It stops just above my knee’s, and hugs in all the right places.

I sit at his mother’s dressing table and explore her makeup. I start with red eye shadow, then apply black eye liner. next I darken my eye brows, hopa escort then my favourite bit. I apply mascara and love the way it makes my lashes stand out. I select a bright red lipstick and smile at the girl in the mirror.

I slip on the shoes and stand in front of the full length mirror. I can’t help but smile and admire my reflection.

My hair is short and I decide to leave it as it is as it looks nice and feminine with the makeup. I go downstairs and walk into the sitting room, i stand in the doorway and put my hands on my hips.

He looks at me and smile’s, I can’t help but smile myself. I turn round slowly, to show him my backside, and look over my shoulder at him. He likes this, and I know it excites him. I walk to the middle of the room, i turn round a couple of times. He doesn’t take his eyes off me and encourages me.

He stands up and walks over to me, i take a few deep breaths as he admires me. He stands in front of me, his hand softly touches my face and I look at him, then horasan escort he steps closer. I’m almost panting as, without a word, he leans in and kisses me gently on the lips. I can’t help myself and I respond, his tongue enters my mouth and is met by mine.

I’m lost in the moment, my arms wrap around him, holding him as we kiss, our tongues furiously intruding each others mouth. He holds me close, pulling me in, his hands working their way to my backside. He squeezes my bottom, the dress lifting. He starts to stroke my tights and knickers.

Instinctively I start to rub his cock through his trousers. He is rock hard and throbbing. I find his zipper and undo it, he pulls his mouth away from mine and gasps. I look up at him and smile, and slip my hand inside his trousers. We start to kiss again and I slowly stroke his manhood.

I undo the button and push his trousers down. My hand slips into his boxer shorts and gently grips his hard cock. He is quite long but not very thick, and I içerenköy escort escort slowly stroke him. He pulls away again and gasps, his eyes shut. I drop to my knees.

As I pull his boxers down, his manhood springs out. I look up at him and smile, and I take his hard cock in my hand. He is oozing, throbbing and rock hard. As he looks down at me, I lick his helmet. He throbs and oozes some more. I lick the pre cum, his shiny helmet twitching each time. Each lick produces a gasp from him, then I put my lips around his helmet, gently sucking. After a couple of minutes i start to lick his shaft, his hands hold my head, then I take him into my mouth.

He is too long for me to take all of his manhood in my mouth, but I try. He makes me gag a few times, but I enjoy this. As I bob up and down, he holds my head, fucking my mouth. He makes me choke a few times, but it’s not long before he is ready to cum.

He stiffens and holds my head still, then explodes in my mouth. He groans with each spurt, his warm cum filling my mouth. Some shoots down my throat but I manage to save a lot. He finally pulls out, looks down at me and tells me to open my mouth. He smiles at the sight of his cum on my tongue. then I’m told to swallow, which I do willingly. I open my mouth again and show him that his cum is gone.

to be continued…

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Transformed – Cock Hungry Sissy Ch. 02

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Riding in the backseat of Chloe’s car my mind was racing, and my heart beating out of my chest. Was this really happening? Were these two girls I’ve know basically my whole life just so willing to accept this different side of me? Was I willing to accept this different side of me?

The frilly pink thong, though a little tight, held my “man bits” perfectly. And the way the thong settled snuggly into my ass was an immense pleasure in itself. Although I just came less than an hour ago, I felt an erection coming on. Chloe finds a parking spot and the girls urge me out of the car, but I remain in the backseat.

“Girls, I can’t really get up right now.”

“Why not?” Chloe asks. “Don’t be nervous Jessie! This is gonna be so fun! I can see it in your eyes you’ve been waiting a long time to do this.”

Chloe takes my arm and tries to drag me out of the car but I stay stubborn.

“It’s not that Chloe… it’s just, these panties… they got me a little excited and…”

“Oh my god!” Maya exclaims, “I think his little dick down there got hard Chloe!”

“No way! You really love those panties don’t you? I sure hope so. They’re one of my favorite pairs,” Chloe said. “Are you afraid that little dick is going to show an outline in those sweatpants dear?”

I sheepishly nod my head.

“Oh, my sweet baby,” Chloe says getting in the backseat with me rubbing my shoulder. “Me and Maya already hatay escort saw your dick, remember sweetie? Believe me, even if hard that thing is WAY too small to ever show an outline. Isn’t that right Maya.”

“That’s right!”

I start to tear up, and Chloe consoles me wiping a tear from my face, “There there angel, we’re not judging you. It’s actually the perfect size for someone like you! This way you can fit into all the pretty panties and tight dresses and skirts without ever worrying about someone finding out your secret!”

I sniffle and respond, “You really think my dick is the perfect size?”

“Yes! For a wanna be fem boy like you, any bigger would be a detriment! Now come on, stand up and let’s see if that dick outline is even going to be a problem.”

I stand up and look down and see, to no surprise, my hard dick is effectively hidden inside my panties, and no outline is showing at all.

“See baby? It’s nothing,” Chloe says.

Maya whispers something in Chloe’s ear and they both laugh.

“Good idea Maya, Jessie, before we go inside we want to make sure those panties fit you well so we know what size to get. So if you don’t mind we’re going to…” Chloe says as she reaches for my sweat pants to effectively pull them down.

“What???” I say backing away. “No way not right here. We’re outside right now! Anyone can see.”

“Stop that Jessie! hayrabolu escort Were hidden between cars, and me and Maya want to see how those nice little legs of yours fill out my panties.”

“No, Chloe, can’t we just wait till we’re inside. It’s chilly out here, and we’re in public!”

“Pleaseeee. Come on Jessie for meeeee. I just want to see how cute you look in those pretty panties.”

I stand my ground, “No, I’m sorry Chloe, but I’m not going to do that. I appreciate you guys helping me in my desire to cross dress, but I’m not just going to take off my…” I trail off as I see a fire lit in Chloe’s eyes. She is p.i.s.s.e.d.

“NO!” Chloe screams, “THOSE ARE MY PANTIES AND THAT IS MY FAVORITE THONG YOU’RE WEARING SISSY. AND IF YOU WANT US TO HELP YOU TURN INTO THE SISSY SLUT YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO BE, YOU’LL DO WHAT I TELL YOU AND TAKE THOSE SWEAT PANTS OFF RIGHT NOW SO ME AND MAYA CAN SEE THAT THONG ENCASE THAT PATHETIC DICK OF YOURS.”

I was too stunned to speak. What just happened? One second Chloe was consoling me and telling me everything was going to be okay. Now she was being downright vicious with me. In all the years I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her this angry. Anybody and everybody in the vicinity was sure to hear her. Luckily I was hidden between cars but as soon as we walked to the entrance anyone lingering in the parking lot would hendek escort know I was wearing a thong right now. And what was she talking about when she said “sissy slut” anyway. Yes, I wanted to experiment with cross dressing, but that was it. My nerves were through the roof, but something inside me was telling me I had to obey her. That I wanted to obey her…

“Well???” Chloe continues, “Do you want me to scream again and tell everyone what a pathetic sissy faggot you are for wearing my panties, or are you going to do what I told you to do?”

I obediently nod my head and slowly lower my sweatpants. Even with a hard on, my dick didn’t slip out of the panties. My balls sat perfectly in the gusset and Chloe and Maya looked on gleefully, clapping and smiling.

“Yay!!! They’re a perfect fit. Now turn around.”

I do as I’m told and the girls clap and jump even more.

“Oh my god Jessie your ass looks magnificent in that thong. Doesn’t it Maya?”

“It sure does,” Maya agrees, “And you did such a good job shaving those legs! This couldn’t be your first time doing it.”

Truthfully it was my first time, but I was too embarrassed to speak. When Chloe and Maya decided to feminize me, at the routinely crowded mall of all places, I knew it was going to be embarrassing, but the way Chloe yelled at me… and the enjoyment she and Maya got from me obeying her… I had a feeling today is going to be even more humiliating than I originally anticipated.

“Okay sissy, you can pull your pants back up.” There she goes with that sissy word again. So degrading, but for some reason it made my little dick stir even more in my panties. “Time to go inside. First stop, Victoria’s Secret!”

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Chapter 3

My mind had returned to move-in day at college for freshman year, and I could still hear the words of my parents as they drove away. It was one of the last fond memories I had with them before we began to separate. “Its easy to meet people! Just leave your door open, and play your favorite music so they can hear it in the hall. Everybody can just come on in!”

But that was years ago.

Lana Del Rey sang out long and dreary notes that existed as an antithesis to the notion of welcoming. My room sat with the door propped open, and my cd player belched out music into a lonely room. Maybe the other members of the study were around the campus eagerly awaiting the arrival of the new guy- girl, but I didn’t care enough to go find them. I sat at my desk and read through the pamphlet the Doctor had given me. My stomach was doing summersaults as I read further into the pamphlet, and I began to grow increasingly worried about what kind of “study” I was apart of. Knowing these were optional for my time here was slightly reassuring, but I couldn’t believe what I was reading:

Category 1 – Everyday Commitments

Daily use of basic make-up (mascara, foundation…) for up to 30 days: $3000. Subject to repeat upon completed cycle. Awarded money lost upon ONE day without make-up.
Growing out hair to at least shoulder length. Each inch past shoulders for a maximum of 12 inches will award $250 upon completion of study. Longest length meets qualifications. Haircuts afterward will not deduct awarded income.
Proper workout and fitness awareness. Monthly fitness exams will be performed. Measurements, time-trials, and endurance tests will be performed. Money will be awarded in varying amounts based on the tests.
Proper manicure and pedicure maintenance. Any biting or tearing voids the payment for one month’s time. Should nails be in adequate condition upon random inspections, the subject will be entitled to an additional income based on ranking of condition.
Attire should be accommodating of anticipated events. On scheduled events, proper attire will award additional income based on the levels of commitment and reasonability for said event.

Category 2 – Relationship Commitments

In the event that other subjects are present and available, additional income will be awarded for those that pursue and enact in believable relationships, wherein they perform the societal roles that normally do not apply to them.
In the event that other subjects are present and available, additional income will be awarded for those that seek friendships or comradery.

The first two categories didn’t bother me especially, and the idea of being with a woman, as a woman didn’t seem too bad at all… But as I continued to read, I could feel my stomach drop.

Category 3 – Sexual Commitments

Should the subject find themselves interested in exploring their new personas with respect to sex, sexual acts, or sexual interests, additional income can be earned in a variety of settings, but each subject to an award based on a number of factors (frequency, quantity, size…)
Should a partner be found, a dominant and submissive role should be established if possible. Carrying out this dynamic will result in additional income

Category 4 – Lifelong Commitments

Once the trial is completed, a number of actions can be performed to ensure an additional income once the subject is returned to society:

Permanent Chastity
Permanent Sexual Transition

While many other options exist, please consider updating us if you believe you have found something that warrants an extended form of payment.

Category 5 – Income Subtractions

Various görele escort forms of income loss are present and occurring at all times:

Referring to the Doctor as anything other than “Doctor” or “Ma’am:” $100 Fine.
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Refusing to participate in assigned study practices: $1000 Fine.
Refusing to wear assigned uniforms, expected attire for unique situations, or attempts to deny a visual presentation: $500 Fine.
Attempts at removing any type of chastity device, whether it be male or female: Immediate destruction of singular copy of key, and an enforcement modification to ensure no tampering will occur.

“Knock knock?”

I turned to see Kripke standing at the door, and at her side, a woman that looked my age. The woman stood with a small tubber ware container.

Kripke said, “You didn’t make it to lunch, so I figured you might be hungry!”

Clearly for my first day, Kripke had been in uniform. Today, she was dressed far more casually, but she still had a toolbelt around her waist. Her blonde hair was down, and it fell over a t-shirt and jean cut-offs. She wore Birkenstocks as well. Kripke seemed far less intimidating today, but the shirt sleeves fell just atop her biceps, and there was no hiding the strength in her. To her side, this new girl stood with long black hair that was clearly straightened to subdue her curls. She wore a uniform like I did currently. The same navy-blue skirt and polo shirt, and the same thigh-high socks with the blue stipe. As I looked closer, I realized I had already seen Abby. Yesterday, when I was marched through the mansion, she was the girl I had seen studying at the library.

“This is Abby.”

I stood and went to greet them, and then I offered one of them my desk chair to sit. “Hey! I’m Josh-Jess. I’m Jessica. Nice to meet you, Abby!”

Abby extended a hand and shook mine as Kripke walked past and took the desk chair. She made herself right at home in my room. In a lonely way, I was really happy to see a familiar face, no matter how close they were to killing me the day before.

“Lunch was really good today, Jess. Jacques made us some grilled chicken for the main dish.” Abby’s voice was chipper, and she seemed to be genuinely excited to meet me.

Kripke pushed the container into my hands as she said, “Yeah, make sure you go to dinner tonight. I’m not sure what it’ll be, but Jacques wouldn’t shut up about it.”

Abby laughed and said, “No joke! He kept having me lick the spoon to try the sauce for tonight. He’d add a little bit of some seasoning, and then come back for my opinion as if I were a chef!” Abby’s laugh was soft and small, and she crinkled her nose as she laughed. “Hey, I like your music by the way. Well, I guess its not your music, but you know.”

“Thanks! I was hoping someone else liked slow and weird lyrics.”

Kripke said, “I can see the Doctor didn’t wipe that sarcasm from your smile. How’d your first day of lecture go?”

“It was fine. For a first day of being locked away in a study place, I thought it’d be more…”

“Terrifying?” Abby sat on my bed as she said, “On my first day here, I nearly puked when I had my first one-on-one with her. And then we spent 4 hours talking about how plants take in energy from the sun, and I was so blindsided that I couldn’t even process what she was saying.” Despite having just met, Abby felt at home-enough to lay on my bed with her head on my pillow. She shuffled through CD’s and flipped the cases over occasionally.

“So did you get to read any of göztepe escort the book?” Kripke asked with some eagerness in her blue eyes.

“No, um, sorry!” I felt bad that I hadn’t started it yet, as I could tell Kripke was excited about her own book club. “I got lost reading through the pamphlet that the Doctor gave me.”

“Oh,” Kripke said. Her tone had dropped, but not about her book. As I brought up the pamphlet, I could see a wall form between herself and me.

I stood awkwardly against my dresser as if I liked to pose this way, and Abby quickly noticed. “I’ll go grab a chair from my room. Make sure you ask for one in the catalog so you can have us over more often and not just need my chairs.”

As Abby stood and made her way out the door, she paused and almost commanded us, “Jess bring the food. Just join me! I don’t want to bring the chair back later.” With a turn, Abby moved down the hall, leaving Kripke and I alone for a moment.

“Hey Kripke,” I started, but I got cut off.

“When Coop, or the Doc aren’t around, its Avery, or Ave. If they are around, make sure to call me Kripke.” Suddenly, the soft blue eyes seemed alive and gentle. Kripke was gone, and Avery stood before me.

“Oh, um, okay. Avery, can I ask you something?” I reached past her for the pamphlet, and I began to speak, but Avery cut me off again.

“I can’t really discuss that with you. I can talk about other things. Things that aren’t related to the study directly. The other girls, like Abby could answer any questions about it. Perks of the job I suppose.”

Avery patted my arm with her strong hand as she said, “Come on! She’s waiting on us.”

As I was the last in my room, I realized something that genuinely comforted me in the most unsettling realization. I had just had a conversation with two women, but as a man, they never once treated me as if I wasn’t a woman, and I had almost forgotten that I was anything at all. It was strange how normal I was being treated, but it didn’t make me feel like a woman, or even feminine for that matter. Instead, I just didn’t feel like a man. Along with having a walking slab of muscle alongside me, Avery seemed more masculine than I did, but she also had no cadence of being manlier than I seemed. My head began to swirl, but I shook it away. I had just made another friend.

—

Abby’s room showed me a future that I wasn’t prepared to accept as my own. Her room was a strikingly similar version of my own, except that hers had been used for some time. The smell wasn’t empty, but hints of long sleepless nights gave the room a scent that seemed familiar. Her room was also tidy, yet calculatedly messy. Everything was where it should be, but things seemed thrown around. Her bookshelf had a stack of books unable to nest on the shelf, so they overflowed atop, but they were perfectly stacked and uniform as could be. Clothes were put away, yet a green hoodie, a pink jacket, and a ballcap hung on the bed posts ready for a moment of necessity. The only difference was a large armchair that seemed awkwardly dropped into the room.

“So, the Doc gave you the rest of the day off?” Abby asked as she sat in her bed, drowning in a dozen small pillows. Kripke had taken the armchair, so I sat at the desk.

“I guess so. Is that normal around here?”

“Yep. Whatever plans are in the morning are usually the only point of interest for the day. Sometimes there’s things going on later.”

Kripke fake coughed over, “Like my book club!”

“Like her book club. Realistically, our days are whatever lecture is planned in the morning, sometimes something in the evening, but every Saturday is a special event. güllük escort The Doctor usually plans out something unique, but there have been repeats. Sundays are our days off completely.”

“Special events?” I asked with a piqued interest.

“You’ll see. Its usually some group event with a focus for that week.”

I could guess that Abby was being particularly vague, and Avery’s choice to wander off in thought again confirmed there was more to these events.

“So where was everyone this morning?”

“Oh! We all went on a hike. When a newbie shows up, we get the day off for your orientation. Tomorrow we’ll all be in class together.”

Outside?! “A hike? You guys, we, can go outside?”

“100%. How about this? Before Avery’s book club, I’ll take you out to the lake. I can fill you in on the book, catch you up to speed. I bet it would be nice to get some fresh air.” Abby’s smile warmed me up, and I could tell she was some sort of leader in this group.

“It’s a good book,” Avery said, sunken into the plush armchair. “Its about an alien first contact, and its got all of these conspiracy things and- No. I won’t spoil it. We’re only like 30 pages in right now. Trust me, you’ll love it.”

Abby laughed at Avery’s excitement. “You’re a dork, dude.” She grabbed a pillow and tossed it at Kripke.

The next half hour was a flurry of conversations that felt empty but loaded. We talked about movies, my music compared to Abby’s favorites. Avery told a story about her time in Jersey working as a mariner along the coast. I wanted to ask questions about these people, but they felt like masks, just like I was too. In between bites of my late lunch, I began to talk about my old job, but the conversation became quiet, and I could tell there were certain things that weren’t mentioned, and one of which seemed to be our lives before this. It was a strange line too, because Kripke spoke about her life outside of the study, and it seemed real. I noticed Abby and I shared a hurdle that involved being kidnapped…

Avery stood as she checked her watch, “I’ve got a meeting with Coop, so I’ll catch you ladies later. Book club,” she said to me with a pointed finger, to which I laughed and agreed to go.

“Perfect timing! Jess, lets go on a walk!”

Avery left, and the door hissed shut behind her. Abby said, “You’re probably going to want to change clothes for the walk, girlie.”

Something inside me began to scream out, and I had the urge to address the elephant in the jail cell. I laughed awkwardly as I said, “Thanks for being so cool. I mean, I’m obviously not like… you, and this whole situation is so weird, but…”

“Not like you?” Abby’s face seemed genuine. She walked toward me as she said, “I’m confused.”

I couldn’t tell if this was a bluff.

“I mean, I’m obviously not a real-“

Abby took a step closer to me and put her finger on my lips to silence me. Her eyes were large and doe-like, but they trembled slightly. Slowly, she removed her finger, and her tone made me realize someone had to be listening nearby. “I’ll show you my outfit, and you go grab something similar.” From her drawers, she grabbed some gym shorts and a sports bra. From her closet, she removed a tank top. “I’ll grab some waters and snacks. Find something cute and meet me back here soon.”

As I walked out, I turned in the doorway to look back at Abby, and she winked at me with a smile and a wave.

This place had already felt strange, but now the layers were beginning to unravel. If I was being forced to become a woman for this study, what was Abby doing here? She seemed sincere about helping me, but I also wasn’t sure how sincere Kripke was. Maybe this hike would help me, or maybe I would be even more confused. Either way, I trudged back to my room. I used the bathroom, brushed my teeth to get that chicken out for the walk, and changed into something like Abby had grabbed. As I tied my tennis shoes, I looked at myself in the mirror. Something believable seemed to be looking back.

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The Roommate

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I moved in with Nina about three months ago. She needed a roommate and I responded to her post on Craigslist. We met on her front porch and my first thought about her was, “oh my god, she’s gorgeous.” Nina was brunette with a slender build and athletic body. She was barefoot, wearing leggings and a cropped sweatshirt like she was about to head to the gym when we were finished.

I took a quick tour of her small, two-bedroom, two-bathroom house, it was very clean with nice modern touches and brand new appliances. Her room and mine were next to each other but had opposite floor plans. There was a tint of color overtaking her bedroom as she muted some of the sunlight with a Transgender Pride flag. After the tour we chatted in the living room for about a half-hour before she offered me the open room. I excitedly agreed and signed the lease on the spot.

After a long weekend moving everything in, she threw a housewarming party and had me invite some friends. It wasn’t anything crazy, just a little drinking and some fun games. A few times I caught the eye of Nina’s friend Jade, another gorgeous transgender woman with caramel skin and jet black hair who lived a block away. We played on the same team for one of the games and got a little touchy and flirty before the night was over. Before she left, she whispered something into Nina’s ear and they both looked at me and giggled.

A few weeks later I was home by myself on a Thursday with the day off. It was the middle of the day and Nina would be at work for a few more hours. I finally had the courage to snoop around her bedroom a little bit and get to know the girl I was living with. I’d peeked around the door a couple times but today I was going in.

I started with the bedside table and opened a drawer filled with sex toys, vibrators, dildos and a fleshlight that were all neatly organized. I opened up some dresser drawers as well, one had t-shirts, one had jeans and sweatshirts, another had bras and all sorts of panties. The bottom drawer was filled with leggings and pantyhose. I had a little experience crossdressing on my own but not with a selection anywhere near what was in front of me. The urge to do it again came over me so hard that the next thing I knew, I was naked and slipping on a black lace thong and gümüşhane escort bra. I grabbed a pair of black leggings from the drawer and pulled over the same cropped sweatshirt Nina was wearing when we met.

Finally I got to the closet, I slid the door open to see a giant rack of shoes of all kinds and dresses and blouses of all colors stuffed into the closet on countless hangers. I wanted to touch everything. One pair of shoes stuck out to me, bright white platform sneakers. I’d always secretly liked checking out the girls who wore them and the prospect of trying them on myself excited me so much that it became much more difficult to hide my erection in Nina’s thong. I slipped them on and they fit perfectly. I noticed a few wigs on the top shelf of the closet so I slowly took down the nearest one, a brunette bob cut, and carefully put it over my head.

I left Nina’s room to check myself out in the full-length mirror she left out in the living room. My ass looked surprisingly great and almost unrecognizable in her leggings. I loved the way I looked and was about to head to her bathroom to try on some makeup when the front door opened. It was Nina.

“What the hell are you doing?? Why are you in my clothes??”

“I…uh…” I was stammering. She shut the door behind her and took a step toward me. I sighed and looked down at the floor.

“You could have just told me you liked crossdressing!” she said in a cheery voice.

I was shocked. I looked up at her with a puzzled face.

“Oh, uh…yeah….I guess I do…it’s uh…”

“Say no more,” she said. “Trust me, I know exactly how you feel.” She motioned to the pride flag hanging in her room.

“It’s not really like that…” I said.

“Oh I know,” she replied with a wry smile, holding up one finger as she took out her phone with her other hand to make a call.

“Hey…” she said into the phone. “You were right!….Yep, good call….We’re going to have some fun, come on over…K, see you soon, muah!”

Now I was even more confused, “What was that??”

“Oh that was Jade, my friend from down the street. You seemed quite interested in her at the party. Remember afterwards how you saw us whispering and giggling about you? She predicted this would happen güngören escort and now she gets to come over and play.”

Before I knew it, there was a knock at the door.

“And there she is!”

I was terrified what Jade would think of me dressed in Nina’s clothes but before I could even process the thought, she burst in the door wearing nearly the exact same outfit I was.

“OMG twinsies!!” She said and gave me a big hug. I was stunned but hugged her back. “Let’s get some makeup on you, I want my cutie all dolled up for playtime.”

Jade took my hand and led me into Nina’s bathroom. I looked back at Nina who blew me a kiss.

“I’ll be right in!” Nina said as she walked into her bedroom.

Jade worked as a makeup artist and assured me that I was in good hands, “I’m going to make you look sooooo pretty! And not like a drag queen, like a real girl.”

After about 15 minutes, and all sorts of brushes and colors, she held up a mirror to my newly painted face. I could barely recognize myself. Perfect contouring, rosy red cheeks, glittery eyes with dark mascara and bright red lipstick.

Nina appeared in the doorway, “I thought I’d join the party.” She was wearing the same thing as Jade and me and she looked amazing.

“Somebody is getting a little excited” Jade said and pointed down at my crotch. I had gotten so hard that it was clearly showing through the leggings.

“And somebody clearly didn’t learn to tuck either.” Nina said. “I’ll show you what a quality tuck looks like.”

She slipped her leggings down to reveal a pink thong. When that came down, it revealed a well-tucked, soft cock. My eyes got wide and mouth dropped open just a bit.

“Ohhh, looks like someone wants a taste? Come here sweetheart, pretty girls love cock.”

I slowly nodded. Nina stepped forward and l kissed her tip, then licked underneath and in a fit of horny angst, took the entire thing into my mouth. It was my first time and it felt so, so good. I slurped over her, my tongue swirling around her shaft, in and out until I felt her getting hard in my mouth.

“I want a turn!” Jade said and stood next to Nina. By now I was on my knees looking up at two gorgeous transgender women, feeling more feminine güzeloba escort that I had in my entire life. My ultimate fantasy was becoming reality. Jade took her leggings and thong down at the same time, almost forcing Nina out of my mouth with her cock.

I sucked on her head like a lollipop and felt Nina grab my hips.

“You got me all lubed up and I need somewhere to go!” She started peeling the leggings off of me and smacked my bare ass. She rubbed on some lube and teased my hole with her tip before slowly pushing forward. I felt her pop in but was too busy thinking about sucking on Jade to feel any pain and in just seconds, Nina was all the way inside me with her tummy against my ass.

I let out a deep, long moan, muffled by Jade’s piece filling my mouth.

“Such a good girl!” Jade said, pulling out of my mouth so she could kiss me as Nina started thrusting. After a quick make out, her cock was back in my mouth. It was euphoric. Nina’s hands around my waist, Jade’s on my shoulders and mine on the ground, barely able to hold myself up from all of the stimulation.

Suddenly, Nina slid her right hand inward and wrapped it around my cock, slowly stroking me in rhythm with her thrusting. I let out another deep, muffled moan then wrapped my lips around Jade again and sucked her like a popsicle. I could taste her precum leaking out and she started to squirm and moan. She tensed up, let out a bit squeal and a spurt of hot cum hit the back of my throat. Then another, and another, and more until eventually she stopped squealing and pulled out of my mouth.

I licked her clean as she said, “Now it’s my turn!”

Jade crawled under me and sealed her lips over my cock, teasing me with her tongue. Nina kept pushing until I heard her squeal. She tightened her grip on me and pumped hard for five seconds. It was unlike anything I had felt before and the moment I felt her come inside me, I burst into Jade’s mouth.

We all laid on the bed, spent for what felt like ten minutes before we all started giggling.

“Wow, that was incredible.” I said.

“Time to clean yourself up,” said Nina. “We’re taking you to the mall so you don’t have to steal my clothes again.”

“Oooh, I want to pick out an outfit for her!” Jade said with a smile. “Something easily accessible so I can be the one that fucks her next time.”

Jade leaned in and kissed me, probably for a little bit too long because Nina smacked my ass and told us to get a room.

I looked in the mirror again to fix my hair before we left, loving what I saw and excited for what was to come next.

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The One Night Stand Ch. 03

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Riley leaned back, biting his lip, closed his eyes and remembered how it all went down. How she had touched, how she held him, how she used him. It all rushed into his head as he felt his tiny cock getting hard. He reached under the blanket and started touching himself, rubbing his dicklet and fingering his hole as he lifted up his leg. He was huffing, but it just wasn’t enough after last night. He quickly opened his drawer and pulled out his trusty Pinky® Dildo and began licking it, quickly getting it wet as he slowly moved it down under the blanket. He rubbed it against his nipples and let out a little moan, imagining it was her cock. He rubbed it against his ass pussy, gently rubbing it and soon began probing it. He closed his eyes, getting flashes of last night as he let out little yelps. He spread his hands pulling the bed sheet, gripping it tightly, as if to recreate last nights actions. His hand suddenly felt something wet touch his hand. He stopped and pulled out what it was.

“Her panties? She must have forgotten them.” He thought to himself as he examined them more closely.

He noticed that the inside was coated n precum. He brought it even closer and the just the smell of her somewhat dried up precum filled up his nose and sent a whole wave down his body, giving him goose bumps. The obvious next step was to begin licking. He turned it inside out and stuck it onto his head. He closed his eyes and began stabbing his hole with the dildo again. This time, with the smell and taste of her musky cum he could recreate the whole night.

From the first time he met her, the time he was under the table, the popcorn at the cinema, the elevator, the way she held his hips, how she carried him around different parts of his apartment, the way she flicked and played with his little dicklet, the way she bounced him on her hips, all of it rushed to his mind. The dildo vibrated at full strength as his hole gripped onto it tightly. He started moaning loudly as his tiny cock twitched before finally squirting out what little cum he had since last night.

He panted heavily as he couldn’t stop thinking about her, but suddenly came to a realization, he did not remember her name. He grabbed the panties as pulled them off his head as he held and looked at them, as if they would have her name on them. He blushed and was angry at himself for not remembering. He sat up, and started going through his phone, hoping her name was mentioned at some point in the hookup app. His battery was dying and he was doing his best to find her name somehow, her panties still in his hand.

His focused search was suddenly interrupted by the sound of his bathroom door unlocking. He suddenly realized; she hadn’t left. The door open and he looked at her, both shocked and elated that she was still here. She rubbed her eyes and yawned, stretching her arms above her head. Her blonde hair was untamed as she was. She wore one of Riley’s larger baggy shirts from one of his previous ‘dates’. She had kept gölcük escort it unbuttoned and it perfectly exhibited her soft breasts, and further accentuated her large cock that hung flaccid between her legs and was propped up by her milky thighs.

“Hey there handsome!” She giggled as she took a moment to look at the room now bathed in sunlight. “I hope you don’t mind me borrowing this shirt?”

“Of course not! You can keep it if you want.” Riley eagerly replied as he sat a bit straighter, her panties still in his hands.

She looked out at the room and flashes of last night hit her. She smiled “Last night was pretty crazy huh?”

“Yes, it was!” Riley giggled. “I don’t think I’ve ever had such an amazing time!”

“Are you sure about that?” She suddenly retorted. “This shirt is definitely not your size, as are some of the other clothes in there.” She had a bit of a grin as she sat on the edge of the bed.

“Oh well, that was, that was from this one time, you see” Riley babbled as he tried to think of something to say while blushing.

She suddenly leaned forward and cupped his cheeks making him quiet as he stared into her eyes. “It’s okay, calm down!” She giggled as she held his face tightly. “I just wanted to know how slutty you are?”

“Ha-how slutty I am?”

“Yes you!” Her eyes lowered to his hand, and the wet sheets. “I mean I was gone for all of 10 minutes and look at you! Sniffing my dirty panties while feeling yourself.” She gestured all over him.

“Yeah but.”

“But nothing! I went through your closet as well! So many slutty clothes! And a lot of clothes are clearly not yours, so I can only assume someone else left them here. Am I right?”

“You’re not wrong.”

“I thought so!” She smiled as she pinched his cheek. “You’re a little slut!”

She pulled the covers over her and lay next to him. She snuggled up to him, letting her enormous flaccid cock rest on his hip. Riley’s tiny little cock was snuggled up between her balls and his face was smooshed up against her breasts. She took a big sigh as she got more comfortable and hugged him tightly.

“So, I have to ask. What’s your body count? And be honest!”

“I think it’s around maybe 200.” Riley blushed.

“Wow! To be honest I was expecting more.”

“Really? I think 200 is a lot!”

“Yeah, but.” She spanked his ass as they lay together and laughed. “You have such a plump, fuckable tushy!”

Riley blushed as he could still feel her hand gently rubbing and playing with his cheeks. “Thank you! I try to workout and get it nice and round.” He giggled, becoming more open.

“And it shows! But what about this little thing here?” She grabbed his tiny little cock, right by the foreskin, causing him to wince. “No workouts for this?”

“I kind of like it like that. Don’t you think its cuter this way?” Riley giggled, trying to hold back from cumming.

“That is true. Hmmmm.” She got lost in thought for a few gölhisar escort seconds as she began twiddling his little cock with her finger. “So, since you have been with so many people, I have to ask. Do you prefer blowjobs, or handjobs?”

Riley thought for a few seconds. “Definitely blowjobs are more fun, but when we’re in public or just new to each other, hand jobs are better to get more… acquainted with each other. I love to be fingered more than anything though.”

“Acquainted? That’s so cute! Just what a slut would say!” She giggled and pinched his cheeks. “What’s your favorite position?”

“Oh, I like a bunch! But probably something like the mating press we did last night.” Riley blushed a little as he had flash backs of last night.

“Oooooh, this slut likes to be bred huh?”

“Yeah, its fun, but a lot of times there have been some unconventional stuff that makes things more fun!”

“Like? What do you mean?”

“So, this one time, I was taking a trip on the train, and I had to take my friends niece with me. She was flying back after her 20th birthday. The main reason she came to visit was because she was new to being a futa. Since she didn’t really know how to manage her erection, she made me sit in her lap the whole trip. It was uncomfortable at first, since it was so obvious to everyone around us, but she didn’t care. I must have emptied a barrel worth of cum that night.”

Riley leaned back, feeling embarrassed as he had never told anyone that story. She smiled and reached down, feeling his cock. “Wow, just thinking about it made you hard huh?”

“Ya-yeah, it was pretty embarrassing, but that kind of made it hotter, ya know?”

“I get it, I remember this one time, I was at the beach and I met a slutty little femboy. He was wearing such a tight bikini, and his ass was just hanging out of it. So, I just went over and began fingering him. At first, he didn’t like it, he looked at me funny and pushed me away, but the longer my finger was in there, the more he liked it. Pretty soon, he was on the ground, gripping at sand and moaning. We were quickly surrounded by others, some were just laughing, other were taking pictures and selfies, some made videos, some were jerking of their own cocks. It didn’t take long for some of the other futas to join and cum all over him. Even though I didn’t get to use my cock on him, it was still so much fun. I wish I could meet him again, just to fuck him. Got a lot of high fives that day!”

Riley smiled, “maybe you already have?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean, maybe you did meet him again, and fucked him.” Riley’s smile now bigger, He remembered her name, it was Naomi. He had met her years ago, at the beach, when he was still new to being a femboy. He remembered laying on the sand, covered in cum as many of the futas were high fiving her and talking to her. He had memorized that name, but barely remembered her face.

“You mean.” She blushed gölyaka escort as she was beginning to realize who Riley was. Her cock was getting harder as she thought about his tight ass.

“Yes!” Riley smiled as he kissed her on the lips. “You are actually the one to take my fingering virginity.”

She kissed him back. Rubbing his hair as her cock slid between his leg. Riley’s tiny cock rubbed against her shaft as she reached back and grabbed his ass and squeezed it tightly.

“I thought I had seen that bikini somewhere before.” She giggled as her finger slowly made its way to Riley’s hole. “Its actually tighter than I remember!”

Riley chuckles, “I take a lot of care of it, making sure its always nice and tight”

“Good job!” Naomi smiles as she spanks him before inserting her finger. “Feeling good?”

Riley’s whole body quivered as she slid in, almost like his body had welcomed her to enter. He nodded, unable to speak. He could feel his precum leaking onto her shaft as his thighs squeezed her cock. She giggled as she kissed him once more before sliding her finger in deeper, finding his prostate, she pressed and played with it. She stuck in a second finger, pulling him closer. He couldn’t control it any longer and came on her belly as he moaned, thinking back to the first time he was fingered by her.

“You came already?”

Riley blushed, “uhuh”

“Well, I think this little slut needs better training.” She smiled as she turned onto her back, her cock pitching a tent big enough for both of them to get under.

Riley smiled, he had always wanted a trainer, but he was always to shy to do anything about it, and instead just learned from the videos he watched and from every new hookup. Naomi grinned, seeing the excitement on his face. She pointed down to her cock. Riley quickly got under the sheets beaming. He gently rubbed her cock as he got low enough to kiss it. Naomi smiled and stretched her arms, then wrapped them behind her head. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his soft lips kissing her cock and soon he began licking her balls. Riley was lost in ecstasy as felt each wrinkle and vein of hers. His tongue caressed her whole cock along the length, getting it nice and wet. He didn’t stop until he had completely washed her whole cock, then he stood up, spreading his legs.

With her cock pointing up, Naomi smiled and nodded as Riley slowly lowered himself onto her cock. He let out a little whimper as the tip entered his hole. As he lowered down further, he felt her cock pushing his insides. It almost felt as f her cock was larger since last night. His cock was leaking precum over her belly as she began stabbing his backside with her thrusts. Riley stayed in position as long as he could, but his knees finally caved as he finally just fell onto her cock. Naomi smiled, and it her lip as she saw her cock bulging through his stomach. She was ready to cum but held back as much as she could, Rileys tiny cock flopped up and down as she kept fucking him until she just couldn’t bare his tight ass swallowing her cock and came. She quickly filled him up as they both moaned in unison. Riley fell on top of her and hugged her, as she hugged him back. Her cock was still inside him and both of their legs were covered in cum. Soon they fell asleep.

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