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The Chance Fantastic Pt. 03

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Disclaimer: This is part 3 of a long short story, maybe even a novella, if I knew what the requirements of a novella were. While each chapter includes sexual content, this is about slow escalation. Events building on one another, leading to greater and greater payoff. It only gets more intense with each chapter. So if you want to get to know characters, and be plunged into a world that is a shade more believable that your standard porn set-up, I promise you, the payoff is worth it. I plan on adding a few more chapters as I go forward.

The Chance Fantastic Pt. 3 – The Sprout

I really tried to get away from it, I did. Sure enough, after I changed into my thong and fell asleep with the silk nestled between my pale ass cheeks, I woke up feeling disgusted with myself. I couldn’t believe I had spent so much time just watching porn and masturbating last night – almost 3 hours worth of it when all was said and done. I needed to clean my dildo, which was just abhorrent to me in the morning light. Dried lube and…other stuff…on a fake cock was not at all attractive to me now that I wasn’t horny.

After showering, and cleaning my room, I very nearly through all my recent purchases away. In my head, I had experimented, and it just wasn’t worth it. Sure, I partook in porn regularly, but I was still a regular guy who wanted to live his life, make money, get a girlfriend, and maybe eventually get married. I didn’t want to become some sick porn addict, or worse, a sissy. But as I held my frilly pink panties in my hands, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I had invested too much into this. Could I really throw away all that money I spent on these things after just one night of fun? Could I even discretely throw these things away without being caught by a roommate?

I’m not sure if I decided to keep everything or just decided to make the decision later. Regardless, I instead found a dark corner of my closet and hid my clothes and dildo in there, where they were sure not to be found by visiting friends. And then I moved on with my day, going to work, socializing, finishing the day with a normal movie. I avoided porn altogether that first day, and the day after. When I did return to my habits, I tried to watch more vanilla stuff. A casting couch video here, some stepmom porn there. It worked. It wasn’t great, but I got off, and that was all I needed. I moved on with my life.

One day, about a week later, I was hanging out in Greg and Jordan’s apartment with them. Jordan was getting on Greg’s case for not coming to the gym with him. I suppose now would be a good time to explain my and Jordan’s history. You would never guess that we were best friends growing up. We couldn’t have been more different. In high school, I was skinny, with a shock of long brown, unkempt hair. I was ostensibly a nerd, but a charming and socially competent one that everyone seemed to like. Jordan, on the other hand, at first blush, was your classic jock. Blonde hair, blue eyes, three sports. Jordan was good-looking, a good student, and fairly normal. And yet, whether because he didn’t try as hard as me, or because he was just a little awkward, Jordan seemed to depend on me for his social status, as opposed to the other way around.

We almost became friends by accident. We went to the same church, and due to being close in age, always ended up doing things together. We would give each other a hard time as part of an ongoing game to see who could get the better of the other. I would make fun of his intelligence and awkwardness (though he really wasn’t stupid or awkward) and he would make fun of me for being skinny and unathletic (which were totally true, but I couldn’t care less about them).

Jordan had long ago tried to convince me to work out with him, but I had better uses for my time, those “uses” being almost anything other than going to the gym. I was of the mind that exercise was bad for your health. I mean, anything that made you feel that physically bad could not be good for you. The runner’s high was a myth. Exercise was just a ploy by the government to keep the masses mollified. Needless tosay, I had convinced Jordan to give up trying to convince me to go with him a long time ago.

So, instead he went with Greg. Greg did not hate the gym as I did. What Greg did hate was getting up early, and Jordan liked to get a workout in before his 8 am classes. Apparently, Greg had officially given up.

“Oh, come on, you really won’t go anymore?” Jordan was asking.

“I’ll make you a deal: I’ll get up in the morning when he starts coming with us,” Greg quickly retorted, nodding in my general direction.

Jordan looked at me, “Great. Now you’re infecting all my gym buddies.”

Taking on an air of mock offense, I replied, “Sure, I’m the problem. You’re the one that insists on getting up at an ungodly hour, and then jogging to a gym in below-freezing weather. I’m fairly certain that’s a classic case of torture, per the Geneva Convention.”

But secretly, I had been toying gebze escort with an idea recently. Going to the gym could actually be good for me. I knew that working out was linked to releasing all sorts of endorphins, and instilling some healthy habits in myself could only help me resist my unhealthier habits. “But hey, I’m feeling a little masochistic recently. I think you could convince me to go.”

“Really?” Jordan sat up. “You know I leave at 6 am.”

“Yeah, I don’t have to be at work until 9. It works out. And even I’ll admit, I’m super out of shape. I may even have to drop the ‘skinniest’ qualifier from my title of ‘skinniest fat man alive.'” That last part had been an inside joke with me, Jordan, and his younger sister. We had once gone to the beach together, and she was wondering why I hadn’t taken off my shirt. I explained that even though I looked skinny with my clothes on, due to my extremely poor BMI, I still looked fat when I took them off. I was the skinniest fat man alive.

“Alright, you want me to come get you up?”

“Nah, just unlock your door when you get up, and I’ll come down when I’m ready.”

“That means you’re in, right Greg?”

“Come on, Riley, you screwed up my plan. We’ll see if I get up.”

The next morning, I woke up at 6, threw on some sweats, and went downstairs. In high school, anytime I actually convinced myself to go with Jordan to the gym, it was always with vague hopes of building a more masculine set of shoulders. I had essentially no upper body strength.

Now, however, I was old enough and wise enough to know that I would never have the discipline to stick to a weightlifting routine. Besides, I hated protein powder, and I didn’t really know how to “bulk up.” But I didn’t hate running quite as much as I did fruitlessly trying to build muscle. This time, I just wanted to lose a few pounds, and get in good enough shape not to die every time down the court in basketball.

I sat in the dark on Jordan’s couch. I could hear him getting ready in his room. I heard him go into Greg’s room. When he came out alone, I figured he had failed to rouse the beast. So he and I just set off on our own.

It was freezing outside. The gym was only about a mile and a half away. I say ‘only’ as if I was in shape like Jordan. It was a killer jog for me. It didn’t help that I had a touch of cold-induced asthma. Jordan, of course, hardly looked winded by the time we got to the gym. At the gym, I got out my headphones, let him know that I was just going to be doing some more cardio, and we parted. Getting the treadmill up to the speed I wanted, I started to drift off.

As always in a public place, I couldn’t help but scope out if there were any hot girls around. The gym wasn’t packed at this hour, but it also wasn’t empty. And there were a few hot girls. I won’t lie, girls in workout clothes were a major turn-on for me.

I had never been that fashionable a person. I definitely prioritized comfort in my own wardrobe. When a girl also wore similar comfy clothes – leggings, sweats, a t-shirt, etc. – I think I related to her better. So a girl could be wearing a super modern or fashionable outfit, and it wouldn’t do much for me. But put a girl in a pair of leggings or bike shots and slap a t-shirt on her, and I couldn’t stop staring. It was the one good thing about the gym.

I watched this one girl for a while. She was skinny and had a dancer’s build. She had long, almost waist-length platinum blond hair. She wore a black sports bra and bright pink leggings. She was doing some sort of squats while holding some dumbbells. She had one leg back, on a small bench. After a while, she would switch legs. Then, she stopped using the bench, and let the dumbbells between her legs, bending at the knee. It really pushed out and emphasized her ass. I was quite appreciative.

Soon, she laid down on a mat, put a dumbbell on her waist, and thrust up. If she was a guy, it would look like she was practicing fucking someone riding her cowgirl. Next were a series of bodyweight exercises that involved kicking and moving each leg in circles. Almost before I knew it, a half hour had passed and I was still watching the girl in pink leggings. Time never went that quickly for me while running, but it had flown by this time. She had been a much better distractor than my music. I started my cool down, and went to look for Jordan.

The rest of the day passed normally. At night, I couldn’t get pink leggings girl out of my head. She wore fairly heavy makeup. She had a passing resemblance to petite blond pornstars, the kind that always starred in teen movies as your horny stepsister. Pink leggings girl seemed more genuinely innocent than that, but I couldn’t stop thinking about the curve of her ass as she worked so hard at sculpting it. The leggings looked tight, but comfortable, like a second skin. I would love to wear leggings.

And with that thought, I figured out why I couldn’t get that girl out of my gediz escort head: I was jealous of her. She was hot. I wanted to be hot. I wanted to go to a gym in pink leggings, and have the people around me appreciate my body. For the first time in a little over a week, I fired up my computer, and returned to Vivienne’s Grotto. As a video started playing telling me to bimbo-ify my body, I chose a username: rjsissygurl.

As soon as I hit enter, a chorus of “hey rjsissygurl” and “welcome to the party” pinged through the chat. Sissy Jennifer was on. I pm-ed her: “Hey Jennifer, it’s James. I don’t know if you remember, but a few weeks back I was a newbie to this site and you helped answer my questions about sissies.”

“So you’re back, hon 😉 see, I knew you’d come back. They all do. Once you find a sissy, you either become one or fuck one. And judging from your name, you’re not looking to get with this hot piece of ass ;)”

“Well, I don’t know. Maybe if you send me a pic I’d change my mind. But yeah, you were right. I went out and got myself some panties and a dildo, and tried it out. I didn’t think much of it at the time, but now I can’t seem to get being a girl out of my head.”

“So are you trying to get out of the sissy life, or are you looking for some pointers on what to do next?”

I didn’t even hesitate, “the latter.”

I couldn’t almost see her smile through the screen, “Amazing girl! If you’ve already got the panties and a dildo, most gurls try some of the following next: upping their toy game – you could try a butt plug or two; shaving their bodies – I highly recommend this, it feels soooo sexy; and makeup and a wig, to really complete the look. Go out and be girly!”

The list didn’t surprise me. I had had fleeting thoughts of buying most of the items on it already. I had more questions: “Are there shops that cater to people like you and me?”

“Of course! They’re all online – here, I can send you a link.” I waited for a second before a link to a website called, somewhat unimaginatively, sissylover. She also sent me a link to an Etsy page for affordable wigs that she liked. I was appreciative of that. The only wigs I saw in Dirty Jo Punstore’s adult shop were either rainbow-colored or bright pink, and I think I wanted a more natural look.

I started making myself a list. I wanted to be reasonable, like I was last time. I couldn’t go and drop $100 every time I got super horny. But I could afford to shop a little. My bank account certainly wasn’t lean by any stretch of the imagination. A woman’s razor I could just buy at Walmart. I think I wanted to get a wig – long, natural-looking hair was a big turn-on for me, so I figure it would make the image in the mirror a bit hotter. And if I was doing the wig, I might as well try my hand at makeup. Sissylover had some fairly cheap basic sets I could buy.

“Jennifer, do you know any good makeup tutorials I could watch? I wouldn’t mind a more feminine face.”

“Girl, you have no idea how key that is. So many girls get all dressed up, then take one look in the mirror and just see a man dressed like a girl, and they get discouraged. I’ll send you some good ones.”

As I waited for her to send me the links, I kept scrolling through sissylover. First, I visited the lingerie page. I didn’t really plan on buying things, but I didn’t mind looking at the pictures of models. But one set did catch my eye: it was incredibly lacy and pale pink. It was a set of bra, panties, garter belt, stockings, and straps. The panties had two little black bows on them. I added it to my cart, thinking it would be nice to have a set that didn’t need the schoolgirl outfit.

I next looked at the breast forms section. I thought these would be all expensive, but to my surprise, they were actually reasonably priced. I added a set of b-cups to my cart, thinking it would be nice to have something to fill my new bra. Looking at my total, I thought it would be a good time to stop. Apparently, I was wrong, according to my penis.

Before long, I had added a pair of low pink heels, a small metal butt plug with a pink jewel heart, and some cum-like lube to my cart. I tried not to look at my new total as I checked out. I knew this purchase was imprudent, but I never considered not buying the items as soon as they were in my cart. I wanted them all.

I knew it would take a few days, but there was one step I could do now – shaving. A quick trip to Walmart later, and I had my razor and a waxing kit, if I ever wanted an even smoother finish. As nobody was home, I immediately hopped into the shower. I didn’t anticipate it taking as long as it did. The hair on my legs was thick, and shaving my balls took a very delicate touch. The hair on my chest presented a different problem – it was so sparse, it was hard to get the razor to pick it up. I did find that a woman’s razor was much easier to use than a man’s. Even though I regularly used an electric razor, and thus didn’t have much practice gölbaşı escort shaving, I didn’t cut myself at all.

After I finished my first leg, I couldn’t believe the difference it made. My legs had gone from ugly and awful to feminine and perfect. I couldn’t stop rubbing myself up and down, just marveling at my soft skin. Shaving around my cock had a similar effect. Even though my cock “stood out” more without the hairy bush around it, it still somehow looked more submissive, and feminine. I loved it. It was only after I finished that I realized I would have to be careful about how much skin I showed in public. But it was only a momentary pause. It was winter, and I had never been a big swimmer. I could keep covered up when out in public.

Soon, I was in my room masturbating with my new smooth body. Afterward, I felt that familiar pang of regret, but the damage had been done. I shrugged my shoulders, and figured I wouldn’t have to deal with reconciling my behavior until the sissylover package showed up. And that’s kind of how it went for me for a while.

I would get really into sissies for a few days, do something drastic, and then back off for the rest of the week. I managed to back off this first time until the sissylover package showed up. After having fun with the lube, and getting more girly than ever (even if I gave up quickly after my first disastrous makeup attempt), I came, and the next morning, I felt deflated and had to back off the lifestyle again for a few days.

I kept going to the gym, just to continue doing cardio. I secretly hoped to see pink leggings girl again as well, but she was awol. I had to settle for other girls in tight clothes as I jogged my weight down. Eventually, I started to only go every other day. I told Jordan that I just didn’t want to get up early every day. The truth was that on the days I wasn’t at the gym, I was doing pink leggings girl’s butt workout in my room with a set of dumbbells I bought. I convinced myself it wasn’t because I was a sissy. I was just doing the first workout regime that I felt motivated enough to commit to. It was healthy for me. It had nothing to do with my unhealthy obsession.

But in reality, of course it did. If I bothered to look back and have a modicum of self-reflection, I could see how much of my life had become about being a sissy. I was eating healthier because I wanted to lose weight. I had started to put on lotion every day for better skin. I wore panties more often than boxers. I shaved regularly. I had practiced deepthroating, and could now get my dildo to sit in my throat without choking. I wore a butt plug fairly regularly, just to feel naughty during the day. I was obsessed, even if I looked pretty normal on the outside most of the day most of the time.

I was also learning more about my sexual turn-ons during this period of explore and retract. Before this all started, I knew a few things about myself. I knew what type of girls I liked – typically I preferred skinnier girls to curvy ones, I liked long hair, and I was more of an ass guy than a boob guy. And I knew I loved to mix adrenaline with sex. That was it.

Being more or less a virgin, I didn’t really know what my turn-ons were. Due to my religious beliefs, I had tried to keep in chaste with my highschool girlfriend. The closest I had ever got was on my 18th birthday, I had slipped inside her for a bit during a heavy make-out session. Guilt had me out of her and dressed before I could orgasm, unfortunately. But that wasn’t enough to tell me what really turned me on. All that had taught me was that sex with a real person was pretty exciting.

One thing I had figured out was that I was a submissive. I had learned that even before the sissy obsession started. My attraction to pegging was a bit of a dead give-away. What I didn’t know was why I was submissive. Now, I think I did. See, what really got me going, what really made the whole experience for me, was feeling sexy.

That may sound dumb or obvious, but it was a breakthrough for me. I had never considered myself particularly attractive. Historically, I didn’t spend time working on my body, I never properly developed a sense of fashion, and I prioritized comfort over looking good. If people liked me, it was for my wit, charm, and easy-going sensibilities. In other words, it was for my personality.

The best thing you could say about my physical appearance was that it was unoffensive. I wasn’t too fat, and I wasn’t too ugly. I was plain. I had imperfections – my nose a bit too long, my chin and jaw a bit too weak, my shoulders a bit too slim, etc. But I never wowed anyone with my looks. I was found of telling people that I didn’t make good first impressions or bad first impressions – I made no first impression. I thought I was ok feeling that way about myself. I was wrong.

Being a sissy was about becoming a sex object. It was about turning yourself into a vehicle for pleasure. Shaved legs, clean asshole, makeup, slimmer body, slutty clothes, all of those things were about making somebody turn their head and notice me, physically, and think, “Man, I’d like to bang her.” And that’s what I loved about it. I couldn’t get enough of that feeling. So it wasn’t all that surprising the night I finally found myself seeking an audience.

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Part 1: His Achy Breaking Heart

It was a bright and sunny day. The birds were singing, the flowers were blooming, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. And Brian Reed couldn’t be more miserable. Well… that’s not entirely true. I suppose if you shoved a flaming hot poker into his eye, it would make his day significantly worse. But the fact was that Brian was extremely miserable as is.

From an outside perspective, Brain was sitting pretty. He had a huge two story house, an in ground pool, three different sport cars and one of the hottest looking wife’s on the west coast. But therein lies the rub, dear reader. For while Brian’s wife, Amber, looked like a girl from the cover of playboy, the amount of sex he had in the last few months had been about… zero.

Now, you could say it’s incredibly shallow of Brian to predicate his happiness on just how much his wife put out, and you would be right, but the truth was that it was more than just that. For you see, aught but 6 months ago, things were very different in the Reed household. At just 35, Brian had been incredibly happy with his life and his wife. Oh she wasn’t much to look at back then, not bad mind you but a bit frumpy, the love and support he felt from his wife was enormous. They had met back in college, Brian studying business and Amber majoring in education. Their relationship had been hot and heavy from the get go and barely a year after they graduated were the wedding bells ringing. 10 years had passed from that day to this, but things were no longer as happy as they once were.

Brian sipped on a beer as he stared absently across his backyard, turning thoughts over in head like playing cards being dealt, one at a time. Six month ago… That’s when all this started. That’s when she got this job and started… changing.

“You’re crazy Brian, that’s what I think.”

Brian’s co-works Rob South smirked at him over his morning cup of coffee in the break room. The pair were the only one’s there at this hour because they were always the first two in the building. These early risers always shared a cup of joe first thing in the morning and shot the bull together for a bit, though usually their topics of conversation were about ball games and who was screwing who in the office.

Today however, Brian needed to bound some disturbing thoughts off someone with an outside perspective. However, he had hoped for more words of reassurance then just a dig at his sanity. Brain frowned and put on what he hoped was a serious expression.

“I’m not joking Rob. She’s changed since she started that job at Z Inc! And not just physically either.” Rob’s grin only widened at that, which pissed off Brian even more, but he plowed on undeterred. “She’s so cold to me now! She barely says two words to me all day when she gets home and then she takes off on the weekends to ‘run errands’. I know my wife! The only errands she likes to run is when there’s a sale at the mall.”

Rob cocked an eyebrow, his smile diminished but didn’t entirely fade off his face. “But you say she’s gotten… how do I put this nicely… hotter?”

Brian gritted his teeth at that comment. “Yes, damn it, she looks entirely different now. Like… Like a damn swimsuit model!” Brian felt himself blushing furiously as he thought of his wife’s new tanned and toned body. He hadn’t mentioned this to anyone else yet, but he was 100% positive that Amber’s boobs and ass had also gotten bigger. And perkier. Age was only just beginning to show on his wife these last couple of years, her breast had started to sag a little and she had picked up a little pot belly. But now…

“Call me crazy, but I don’t see the problem here.” Rob said, turning away to add a bit more coffee to his drained mug.

Brian felt his temper rising, annoyed that all his co-worker wanted to focus on was his wife’s apparent physical transformation. While it was impressive and in some ways startling, it was not what he was worried about. “The problem is she won’t talk to me anymore! Hell, she barely looks at me, and we sleep in the same damn bed for Christ’s sake. She used to give me a damn blow job every morning when we…” Brian cut off his tirade, realizing that he had shared just a bit too much.

Rob’s eyes lit up like it was Christmas. “Oh you can’t stop there. Tell me more, you sexy beast!”

Brian groaned loudly in response. “You know what, forget it. Forget everything gelibolu escort I said, clearly this was a mistake.” And with that Brian turned to walk out of the kitchen. He was stopped by Rob’s hand on his shoulder and a real sound of understanding in his next words.

“Whoa, hey, ok. I’m sorry man. It’s just… damn this all sounds like something out of a bad porno or something.” Rob was still smiling slyly but Brian turned back to face him anyways. Rob then said the words that Brian had been dreading. “Look, have you actually talked to your wife about any of this?”

Brian sighed as he emptied his beer can rose to go get another from his fridge, his co-workers words still rattling around his head. He hadn’t made up his mind to go confront Amber about his suspicions, mostly because he still wasn’t convinced that this was all just paranoia on his part. After all, what proof did he have that his wife was cheating? That she wasn’t putting out as much anymore? That she was making herself more physically fit and giving a damn about her appearance? I can’t confront her until I know something for sure and all I’ve got is a bunch of bullshit.

Brian considered the fact that maybe he was jealous of how good his wife was looking recently. While he wasn’t a fat slob by a long shot, it’s true that he wasn’t exactly getting any thinner either. He had never been in great shape and while he did make an effort to swim three times a week, a steady diet of cheeseburgers and tacos had softened his middle a bit. And there was the gray hairs that he found a little while ago. A small clump of five but they were there now.

I need to find something out and know one way or the other, or I’m going to start going crazy! As he cracked another beer, he heard the rattling of the garage door. This caught his attention as it meant Amber was home, and much earlier than she usually was. She’s been staying late the last few weeks, I wonder…

A few seconds later, the door to the kitchen opened and in strode Brian’s wife. Even in her plain work attire, Amber looked stunning, or so Brian felt. Her hair was a soft golden color and its perfect curls bounced with every step. Her breasts pushed the limits of what her blouse could contain and left nothing to the imagination. Her tight pencil skirt perfectly highlighted her round hips and heart shaped ass. And her face, with her soft features and plump lips… it was to die for.

Brian felt himself get an instant boner just looking at his wife as she tossed her purse on the counter and kicked the door shut behind her. But when she turned around, she looked at him like he was an annoying child rather than her husband of over a decade. He felt all the lust drain out of him in an instant. Still he decided to plow on and actually try to engage her in some conversation. Maybe I can get her to at least tell me what I’m doing wrong that’s annoying her so much.

Brian’s mind tried to think of something interesting to say to get her engaged right away, but all he could think of in the moment was, “So how was work honey?”

“It was work Brian.” Amber said without so much as glancing at him. She was pulling her heels off at the moment, and when she straightened up, she walked right past him like he wasn’t even there. But Brian wasn’t giving this up without a fight.

“So anything interesting happened today?” He pressed on, wishing desperately he could think of something funny or intelligent to say.

Amber didn’t even slow down as she strode her way to the staircase. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”

“Not even a chemical spill that resulted in a freakish mutation?” Brian quipped, beginning to feel annoyed himself that this was going nowhere fast.

Amber stopped in her tracks, turned and fixed Brian with an icy stare. “That’s not funny Brian. I take safety very seriously at my job.” Her tone was like the breeze of a glacier.

“I-I-I didn’t mean…” Brain stumbled over his words as he tried to back pedal, but Amber didn’t give him a chance. She merely turned back around and whisked herself up the stairs without so much as a backwards glance for him. Well that went well. Still, I think that’s the longest conversation we’ve had in ten day.

Brian didn’t move from the spot he was standing in. He just stared up at the spot where his wife had disappeared from his sight line, wishing she’d come back and say something, gemlik escort anything, to him. He wanted her to come back and apologize or yell at him or… well, something damn it all! He deserved to at least know what he did to deserve such cold treatment from the woman he loved. Slowly his determination grew and a plan of action finally started forming in his mind. He was going to go up there and no matter what it took, Brian was going to get her to talk to him. And so, with trembling but determined legs, Brian started the arduous task of climbing the stairs and confronting his formidable wife.

The climb up the stairs seemed to take hours and the effort required was equivalent to climbing the summit of Everest. And yet before he knew it, Brian found himself standing atop the staircase, staring at the closed door of the bedroom he shared with his wife. Amber was always asleep by the time he went to bed anymore, or at least pretending to be, so Brian didn’t spend a lot of time in there anymore. Still he approached the door and was preparing to open the door and step though when he heard his wife’s voice on the other side.

She was talking to someone, thought her voice was faint and muffled through the door. Brian had a quick mental battle over the morals of listening to his wife’s private conversations then quietly pressed his ear to the door and strained to hear what she was saying.

“…of this. I know what we agreed on but…” She paused. Brian felt his heart beating a mile a minute, paranoid that she somehow knew he was there. But he held his ground and after a moment she continued. “Yeah… Yeah I know. Don’t worry. He doesn’t suspect a thing. He’s a spineless worm anyways.” She paused again, then laughed lightly. “Yeah that’ll be the day. Alright but we’re going to talk about this some more when I get to work tomorrow… Uh huh… yeah, right. See ya Tom.”

Brian pulled himself away from the door and retreated back downstairs, shook to his core. It was as if all his worse nightmares were coming true at once. Not knowing what else to do. He returned to his chair on the deck outside, sitting like a broken man, observing everything that nature laid before him and seeing nothing in front of him. And slowly, his mind began to turn.

Things came to a head on Friday. Everything was going smoothly for his plan in the beginning. After Brian retreated back downstairs, he planted himself in front of the TV and turned on a movie. He really wasn’t interested in the action and adventure being displayed before him, but he needed something normal to do while he waited for Amber to fall asleep. Amber, for her part, only came down stairs once, to grab something to eat from the fridge. Brian made no further attempts to engage her in conversation, he didn’t trust himself to keep his temper in check. Amber of course made no effort to talk to Brian either and for once he was glad for that.

After his movie finished he switched over to regular TV, sitting and waiting. Periodically he would peak up the stairs to see if she had gone to bed yet. Eventually the bedroom light went off. Brian waited another two hours before he ascended the staircase, going out of his way to be as quiet as possible. Every creak of the stairs and shuffle of his feet on the carpet sounded like a gunshot to his anxious ears, but no sound of alertness came from Amber’s room, so Brain soldered on. When he came to the door, he slowly turned the knob and then, as gently as he could, eased the door open. Brian had put the usual hours before his wife’s arrival home to good work that evening, spraying and lubing up all the hinges so that they’d be as quiet as possible.

With the stealth of a ninja, Brian crept into their shared bedroom and tiptoed towards his wife’s bedside night stand. As usual, Amber has plugged her phone in to charge before going to bed. Brian crept his way over to it and then cautiously unplugged the device. As soon as he pulled the plug out of the device, a beeping sound emanated from the phone. Brian froze, daring not to move a muscle, but Amber slept on undisturbed in her sleep. Crisis averted, Brian slunk his way back out of the bedroom and quietly made his way back down stairs. Only once he was safely tucked away in his man cave did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Lord, I thought I was going to have a heart attack twenty times over. I am not cut out gerede escort for this James Bond shit. His heart rate slowed slightly as he got to the task at hand but still hovered in the prehypertension range. Luckily for him, Amber hadn’t changed her lock code. Within seconds, he discovered a long list of phone calls to a contact named only ‘Tom- Work’. The two had been communicating for over a year it seemed but the frequency of the calls were only once a month… until six months ago. Right when she started that new job. I knew it… Brian stewed for several minutes. This new information was not unexpected but still extremely upsetting. But before he could come up with a course of action, fate intervened and thrust him down a different path.

“What the hell are you doing with my phone Brian?!”

The shrill sound of Amber’s voice cut through his thoughts like a knife to the heart. Panic gripped his soul as he shot out of his chair and clutched the phone to his chest as he faced off with his enraged wife. Amber’s hair was disheveled and her eye’s were wild with hate. Shocked as he was, Brian quickly recovered his composure.

“I could ask you the same damn thing Amber!” he shot back, allowing his temper to rise and letting his anger take over. A red rage had been building inside him and now it was boiling over. “Who the fuck is Tom? And how long have you two be fucking behind my back?!”

Amber’s cold look returned but this time she smiled cruelly. It was a very unnerving smile to Brian. “Took you long enough.” she said, her voice filled with a contempt Brian never even dreamed she could have towards him. She raised an eyebrow as she continued. “I was starting to wonder if you’d ever catch on. Not that I cared.” She scoffed, her voice dripping with venom. “You want to know who Tom is? He’s everything you’re not, Brain. Fun, sexual, knows what a woman wants.” She was smiling now, seeming to enjoy the hurt look on Brian’s face, the tears welling up in his eyes. “He is a real man. One who knows how to give a woman everything she wants and more.” She cupped her breasts in her hands and squeezed them together. “You like these? He gave them to me. He’s done things to me I’d never thought possible… at least, not possible from a sad sack of shit like you.”

Brian was trembling with emotions. He was furious and sad and hurting. But words had failed him entirely. He envisioned himself changing at her, doing horrible things that he knows a man should never do to his wife. But in the end, all he really did was sag his shoulders. “What the fuck do you want from me Amber?” he asked, his voice the epitome of despair. Amber’s contempt of him only seemed to grow with each passing moment. “Nothing Brian. That’s what you always do, absolutely nothing.” And with that Amber turned on her heel and went back upstairs.

Part 2: When Push Comes to Sex

Brian spent a long night on the couch considering his life’s failing. Where did I go so wrong with her? Wasn’t I a good husband? Why does she hate me so much? What am I going to do now? Shortly after their confrontation, Amber had come back down fully dressed and carrying a suitcase. The only thing she said to him was “Expect a call from my lawyer.” And then she was gone. She hadn’t even asked for her phone back, she simply left it with him.

Brian didn’t need three guesses to figure out where she was going. Tom. The name rattled around his brain like a broken record. He couldn’t think of anything else. Just that name. Tom, Tom, Tom…

He didn’t sleep that night, nor did he get dressed or go to work. At some point he did manage to feed himself, a whole jar of peanut butter right out of the jar. He just sat in a chair and stared at the wall. And he thought about things. Eventually, exhaustion carried him off to sleep, but it was not restful. But in the morning, Brian knew what he was going to do. It was stupid and oblivious, but he really didn’t care anymore about those things. His mind was set. He was going to meet this Tom. And then he was going to kill him.

Brian had a busy few days after that. A quick internet search gave him a complete list of employees at Z Incorporated. There were only 2 Tom’s that worked there, a Reynolds and a Krugger. Reynolds worked in their ‘Netscape Division’ while Krugger worked in ‘Research and Development’. Amber’s job is working with R confront Tom, get him to confess seducing his wife, make him quake with fear then blow the top of his head off. He was smiling as he envisioned Tom trembling in fear and begging for his life. It was the only thing keeping him going these days. He shifted the gun in its shoulder holster and made sure it wasn’t showing from under his jacket.

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Author’s notes: This is a work of fiction, hopefully that is not a word you struggle with. It is a story of fictional, consenting adults who enjoy power exchange, lingerie, heels and the like. It’s in the transgender/crossdressing category for a reason, if that scares you please back away slowly. For the rest of you, please enjoy!

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Waking slowly, her right arm pinned under her body, Michelle reached for her phone. The battery was dead! Sitting upright quickly, Michelle searched the bedroom for a clock. She hustled to the kitchen to look at the time on the microwave.

“SHIT!” She hissed at herself.

Discovering she had overslept a solid twenty minutes, Michelle rushed to the bathroom to shower. She had to calm herself before shaving her legs though, she still had something in mind for the day and needed her legs to look perfect! Showered, shaved and moisturized, Michelle wrapped a towel around her torso and began applying her make-up. It was then she also realized she’d not chosen her outfit for today either.

“Dammit Michelle!” She growled at herself. “I blame the two of you,” she said as she looked at the two dildos in the sink, “you two obviously scrambled my brains last night!” Picking a lighter lip gloss, Michelle was thankful she had gotten quicker and better with her make-up. “Something neutral will work.”

Exiting the bathroom, Michelle looked at the pile of red lingerie at the foot of the bed, feeling a tingle rip through her body as she did. She was quite pleased her ass wasn’t sore from the night before, then decided to return to the bathroom. In the drawer of her small vanity Michelle removed the large plug she’d been wearing almost daily for the past week. Lubing it with her left hand, Michelle rubbed lube against her tight opening with her right feeling a twinge of tenderness as she did. Not surprisingly, the thick plug slid fairly easily into place. Retrieving a panty liner, Michelle attached that to the tip of her cage before walking back into the bedroom.

“Who’d have ever guessed condoms can be so multi-purpose!” She chuckled as she walked to the closet. “Perfect!” Michelle exclaimed grabbing her dress from the hanger.

Michelle’s rush to get ready had paid off, she’d skipped breakfast but managed to leave only a couple minutes behind schedule. Stepping out of the building elevator, Fred was in his usual spot awaiting her departure. Based on his lack of subtlety or discretion in leering at her, Michelle had obviously chosen wisely in picking a bold colored asymmetric pattern dress that was very figure hugging. It had been one Babette had suggested, although it may have been a half size smaller than needed. It was extremely slinky to wear and had a full satin-like lining that felt wonderful over her body. The dress had a wide belt which further accentuated her waist, and while it came straight over her collar bone it dipped in the back to barely an inch above her bra. Michelle’s lingerie consisted of a translucent cream bra and French cut bikinis with delicate white lace and a matching six strap garter belt attached to classic stockings and a tan pair of 5-inch heels.

“Business on the outside,” Michelle whispered to herself as she stepped through the door to the outside world, “slut on the inside!”

On the way into work Michelle stopped and grabbed a muffin and coffee, which a nice gentleman paid for after some playful banter. Getting into the office, Michelle put her phone on the charger before trying to settle into her work day. The arrival of her Boss foremost in her mind, Michelle struggled to busy herself as the seconds lingered on like minutes. Almost jumping when the office door entered, Michelle scurried to her feet at the arrival of Ms. Allison.

“Good morning Ms. Allison.” Michelle’s voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

“Good morning sweetheart,” Ms. Allison looked over Michelle closely, “how was your weekend?”

“It was fun,” Michelle felt her cheeks burning red as she spoke, “I spent most of it with Babette.”

“And did My girls enjoy their weekend together?” Ms. Allison raised an eyebrow as she asked her question. “I believe you two have to share a bed when you spend the night, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ms.,” Michelle shifted somewhat uneasily on her feet as her cage seemed to get tighter inside her snug panties, “we do share a bed.” Michelle swallowed hard, knowing that she needed to ask her questions now before she chickened out. “Can I request a couple things please, Ms. Allison.”

“Of course you can baby girl,” Ms. Allison smiled knowingly, as if She could tell what Michelle was about to ask, “why don’t you come to My office.”

“Thank you Ms.!” Michelle quickly followed her Boss to the office.

“Go ahead and hang your dress on the back of the door,” Ms. Allison instructed as they entered Her office, “then have a seat.”

Michelle immediately regretted the lingerie she’d picked out this morning, feeling a pit in her stomach at the idea of being essentially naked in front of her Boss. Regardless, Michelle dutifully removed her dress, placing it on the hanger behind the door, then turning to face Ms. Allison.

“Now that is what I call a statement ensemble,” Ms. antep escort Allison gleefully said as She looked Michelle over, “I can’t wait to hear what questions follow that outfit!” Ms. Allison moved to the front of Her desk, taking a seat and slowly crossing Her legs much as She’d done at their first meeting. “Before you ask your question though, I have one for you,” Ms. Allison waited until Michelle was seated before continuing, “what did you pick up at the, um what was it called again? Oh yes, the Sex Emporium last night?”

“Oh, um,” Michelle’s face blanched, she’d never considered that using the company card would alert Ms. Allison to her purchase, “I bought a dildo.” Michelle’s throat went dry as she shifted uneasily in her chair. “Well, two actually.”

“Two!” Ms. Allison exclaimed quite loudly. “Tell Me baby girl, what did you do with two dildos?”

Michelle rebellious appendage surged in its cage, how humiliating, she would have to explain her one sissy tryst in the door frame of her bathroom. The hair on her arms stood on end as a chill raced up her spine.

“After Babette and I kissed goodbye …”

Ms. Allison interrupted immediately, “Back up sweetie, you two kissed?”

“More like made out Ms. Allison.”

“Tongue then?” Ms. Allison watched Michelle’s body language intently, savoring how embarrassed and uncomfortable Her newest employee was being. “Start from the beginning and tell Me all of it.”

Michelle did just that, telling her Boss about the weekend, spooning, her conflict at the restaurant bathroom and apartment shopping. She continued through their kiss, still unable to look into her Boss’ eyes as she spoke, and her renewed conflict at the fact she’d kissed a boy.

“Oh sweetie, you need to get over the old school way of thinking,” Ms. Allison’s voice was comforting as She spoke, “did you enjoy kissing and being kissed by Babette?”

“I did Ms.” Michelle replied honestly.

“Then don’t question it.”

“Yes, Ms.” Michelle responded.

Continuing her tale of the weekend, Michelle ended with her orgasming while on a spit between two dildos. Much to her shock, Ms. Allison expressed nothing but pride in Michelle’s actions. She even stated She was impressed that Michelle had been able to orgasm without touching herself.

“Now, what were your questions sweetie?” Ms. Allison finally asked.

“I was wondering Ms.” Michelle struggled to find the words regardless of the number of times she’d practiced asking, “if it would be possible to start breast augmentation like Babette has done.” It was a relief to finally get those words out, but the next question would be even tougher to ask.

“That’s perfectly fine,” Ms. Allison smiled at the inquiry. “I can set up an appointment for you to meet the Dr.”

“Thank you Ms.,” Michelle’s relief subsided, now came the bigger question, “I was also wondering if, well if.”

“Come along sissy girl,” Ms. Allison chided slightly, “you just asked for boobs and admitted to fucking yourself with two dildos last night, what can be so odd that it’s a struggle to ask for at this point?”

“I was wondering if You would fuck me Ms.,” Michelle finally blurted, “with Your strapon that is?”

“So, My newest sissy wants a fucking huh?” Ms. Allison playfully moved her legs, watching Michelle’s body tremble slightly. “Bent over the desk,” She leaned forward slightly emphasizing Her position over Michelle, “in front of all these windows.”

“Yes, Ms.” Michelle finally looked up, making eye contact for the first time since sitting. “Please?”

“Aren’t you just adorable,” Ms. Allison slowly stood, moving to the back of Her desk, “and I’m sure you’d hoped that the heels and lingerie would help sway Me into doing it?”

Michelle felt panicked, had she overstepped? Ms. Allison sat behind Her computer, typing something quickly. This was not going how Michelle wanted at all. The silence, aside from the keys clicking, was horrible.

“I just wanted to wear something that made me feel sexy Ms.” Michelle finally said.

“While I did say that eventually you’d beg for My strapon,” Ms. Allison looked up with a smirk, “today is not going to be the day.” Michelle was crushed by Her words. “There’s a fine line and path I need to keep you on,” Ms. Allison clicked the keys a few more times before continuing, “and while I appreciate the please, I get to decide when I put on My strapon, not you.”

“Yes, Ms.,” Michelle’s bottom lip quivered slightly, “I’m sorry for assuming.”

“I’d hate to think you’ve wasted such a lovely outfit though,” Ms. Allison had a distinct gleam in her eye as She spoke, “come stand over the edge of my desk muffin.” Michelle wondered if Ms. Allison had changed her mind and quickly moved to the end of the desk. “Legs spread nice and wide in those ankle breakers,” Ms. Allison still hadn’t moved from Her chair, “and put your chest on the desk top.”

“Yes, Ms.!” Michelle quickly complied crossing her wrists behind her back.

“Heels off the floor too.” Ms. Allison instructed without looking up.

Michelle could feel her calf muscles tensing as she raised her heels off the floor, standing entirely on her toes. The mostly translucent gaziemir escort French cut bikinis offered no covering from whatever eyes were beyond Ms. Allison’s office.

“Now, while what you did is not quite topping from the bottom, it’s close enough,” Ms. Allison abruptly turned in Her chair and was suddenly standing at Michelle’s left hip, “do you know the term?”

“No, Ms.” Michelle’s voice fraught with anxiousness.

“It’s when a submissive tries to take charge of how they are dominated,” Ms. Allison said while placing Her left hand on Michelle’s lower back, “and while begging to be fucked is admirable, trying to orchestrate when it happens is not. Understand?”

“Yes, Ms.!” Michelle felt her heart pounding in her chest.

“This will help,” Ms. Allison said as She swatted Michelle’s right ass cheek with Her hand, “oh, but don’t forget to count.”

“One Ms.!” Michelle blurted just as Her hand made contact again. “Two Ms.!”

After the third swat Ms. Allison rubbed Michelle’s bright pink bottom with Her hand, slightly soothing the area before proceeding. This time the swat was to Michelle’s left ass cheek causing the young submissive to jump. Michelle’s ass burned by the fifth swat to each cheek, before returning to Her seat, Ms. Allison gave the back of Michelle’s panties a tug, pressing them firmly against the base of her plug.

“Now I do have good news for you,” Ms. Allison said as She placed Her feet up on the desk inches from Michelle’s face, “and it’s not that you get to spend the next minute or two cleaning the bottom of My shoes.”

“Thank you Ms.” Michelle replied as she moved her tongue to the bottom of the black heels Ms. Allison wore.

“I’ve made an appointment for you today to see the Dr. about breasts,” Ms. Allison said as She watched Michelle intently lick the sole of Her shoe, “it’s in thirty minutes so be quick but efficient down there.”

“Yes, Ms.!”

As she licked her Boss’ heels Michelle came to the stark realization that her cage was straining at the pressure of her rebellious appendage. Was it being spanked that had turned her on so much? The fact she was subserviently licking Her shoes? Or that she would be seeing a Dr. in the outfit she’d worn to the office today? Her head was spinning at all these thoughts. It was almost too much to take in at once.

“That’s good enough for now,” Ms. Allison said as She removed Her feet from the desk, “when you stand back up, I want you to leave those delightful panties right where they are.”

“Yes, Ms.” Michelle replied slightly confused as to why she would pull her panties down without prompting.

“Go ahead and stand back up.”

As Michelle stood she realized it wasn’t that pulling them down was the concern, the material that had been so inefficiently covering her ass was now lodged between her red cheeks. Michelle, for lack of a better term, had a massive wedgie. It was both erotic to feel the material sliding back and forth between her cheeks and embarrassing.

“You have about 15 minutes to clean up and get dressed,” Ms. Allison said as She returned to Her keyboard, “then you have to be two floors up for your appointment.” Michelle thanked Ms. Allison, who then added. “And you’re expected to take the stairs, so don’t dally.”

“Yes, Ms.” Michelle dutifully responded while collecting her dress and heading to the bathroom.

It only took a moment to fix her long blond wig and makeup. Stepping into her dress, Michelle was ready in under ten minutes, walking into the office two floors up with a minute to spare. She’d cursed the decision to wear the heels she had on during her ascent, but did still love how they made her legs look. Plus, they simply fit with her dress.

“Oh I just LOVE that dress!” A bubbly voice exclaimed.

“Oh, um, thank you.” Michelle replied slightly flustered.

“You must be Michelle,” the speaker finally appeared behind the reception desk, “am I right?”

“Yes.” Michelle came face to face with the rather stunning woman.

“I just need your insurance card and ID please.”

Her smile was warm and inviting, her eyes a bright green color that offset perfectly with her auburn hair. The fact she looked stunning in her dark pink scrubs, something designed to be less than appealing, was proof enough how attractive she was. Without a second thought Michelle produced her insurance card and driver’s license.

“Thank you, Michelle.” The woman replied while looking at Michael’s driver’s license photo. “Why don’t you follow me to the exam room,” she said handing the items back to Michelle, “and we will get you all set up.”

“Sounds good.” Michelle could feel her face turning as red as her ass at this point.

“I’m Brenda by the way,” she said extending her hand as she held the door for Michelle to enter the office area, “please follow me.”

“Nice to meet you, Brenda.” Michelle stopped herself before introducing herself again.

“Right in here,” Brenda said as she waved Michelle into the exam room, “if you don’t mind you can hang your dress on the back of the door, there’s a robe for you to put on there.” Michelle nodded uncomfortably; she certainly wasn’t wearing gaziosmanpaşa escort Dr’s office appropriate lingerie. “We ran out of those little gripper socks, so rather than walking around barefoot you can just leave your heels on,” Brenda winked at Michelle, “sound good?”

“Yeah, sounds great.” Michelle replied.

Had Brenda really winked? Was it Michelle’s imagination? She obviously knew that Michelle wasn’t her birthname after seeing her driver’s license. If Michael had little experience with women flirting, Michelle had even less comparatively. Was she flirting or just being friendly? Brenda wouldn’t have given Michael the time of day, surely, she couldn’t be interested in Michelle at all. Shaking her head, Michelle removed her dress, pulling on the pale blue robe before taking a seat on the exam table and crossing her legs. The robe immediately fell open revealing Michelle’s stocking tops and a bit of her panties. Pulling the robe back in place immediately, Michelle heard Brenda knock at the door.

“I’m all set.” Michelle voice trembled slightly as she spoke.

“That’s a good color on you.” Brenda said as she walked in.

Brenda took Michelle blood pressure and vitals, in spite of her best efforts, Michelle couldn’t manage to keep the robe closed at the bottom with the oxygen sensor on one hand and Brenda holding her other arm taking her blood pressure. She simply hoped Brenda didn’t look down. Regardless of how uncomfortable Michelle felt, Brenda’s eyes were kind and comforting, her touch light, and her skin amazingly soft. She even gave Michelle a knowing smile after removing the blood pressure cuff, which allowed Michelle to hold her robe closed.

“The Doctor will be in,” Brenda lightly touched Michelle’s leg as she spoke, “in just a moment.”

“Thank,” Michelle cleared her throat, “thank you, Brenda.”

Michelle’s mind raced even before Brenda left the exam room. Had she seen? Surely, she’d seen the flimsy panties Michelle had on, but could she see the pink cage underneath? It was beyond embarrassing, yet, Michelle’s cock surged inside the cage.

“You’re such a freak,” Michelle said looking downward at her crotch, “I want to die of embarrassment and all you can do is get hard about it!” Another soft knock at the door pulled Michelle back to reality.

“Good morning,” looking down at the clipboard the Dr. continued, “Michelle, how are you this morning?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Michelle suddenly found it hard to find her voice.

Thankfully the Dr. went through some rather simple yes or no questions at first, which didn’t require a lot of thought or words from Michelle. Then came the words Michelle was truly dreading. The Dr. asked that Michelle lower her robe so he could examine her chest. Until that point Brenda had seemed rather preoccupied with taking notes, but now she was looking up at Michelle. She seemingly gave Michelle a nod, as if to say it was okay, which helped Michelle relax slightly. Opening her robe, with trembling hands, Michelle let it slip down her arms to her elbows before quickly realizing she would need to remove her bra and breast forms as well. Sitting in the office, bare chested, Michelle tried to focus on what the Dr. was telling her.

“We will have to slowly stretch the skin,” he said poking at her chest, “which we will do gradually, over time, with saline injections. How big are you looking to go?”

“Um, well,” Michelle’s head was spinning, was she really doing this? “I think a C would be nice.”

“That would fit nicely on your frame,” the Dr. concurred, “we can start with your first injection today, I’ll also have you use an ointment which will help with the skin and avoid stretch marks.”

“Okay.” Michelle sheepishly replied.

“Great!” The Dr. stood quickly. “Just to be safe we will also do a chest x-ray,” he said turning to the door, “then Brenda can get you set up for your shot.”

Before Michelle could respond the Dr. exited the exam room. She hurriedly pulled the front of her robe shut over her chest. Her head was spinning, it wasn’t until Brenda touched her leg that Michelle regained control.

“Are you okay?” Her voice was as tender as her touch.

“Yeah, I think so.” Michelle said looking into Brenda’s eyes. “Thank you.”

“He can be a bit abrupt,” she said as her fingers slowly glided over Michelle’s stocking covered thigh, “but he does amazing work.”

Was Brenda being forward or just friendly? Michelle was nowhere near capable of determining which was which. There was no way Brenda could be interested in her, was there?

“Why don’t we get that x-ray done?”

Michelle slid off the exam table, before she could stop it from happening the sides of her robe slipped open fully exposing the front of her cream translucent panties and the cage inside. It was obvious to her that Brenda was looking directly at her caged cock, instead of looking repulsed, Brenda definitely winked at Michelle. This was almost more confusing than sitting in front of a Dr. talking about the size breasts she wanted! Walking down the hall to the x-ray room, Michelle tried to focus on just one thought, but her brain would not allow it. With the myriad of thoughts running through her head, Michelle was on auto-pilot as Brenda got her into position. As fast as her brain was running, Michelle could feel Brenda’s hand lingering on her back. But was it lingering or was Michelle just thinking all these things? She needed to talk to Babette as soon as she got back to the office!

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Content notice:

The following story contains depictions of negative body image, weight stigma, and negative self-talk.

I’ve done my best to portray these issues with empathy and sensitivity. Beautiful people come in every size and shape, and a joyous, fulfilling sex life is the privilege of anyone who wants one.

That said, if you’re someone who prefers to avoid such content altogether, you might try one of my other stories instead.

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TAKE YOUR ROBE OFF AND GET IN

I stand before the doors of the building, snow falling on my shoulders, free pass in my hand, and all I can think is “fucking asshole.”

It’s a spa, one of the really good ones where the massage and bathing areas are gender segregated and nudity is mandatory. There are coed areas in between for men and women to mingle in matching bathrobes.

I don’t know what he was thinking, getting me this for Christmas. This place, of all places. I can’t even use a bathroom stall at a Taco Bell without getting hostile looks when I come out and wash my hands.

I promised myself I’d try to have fun.

I go in, check in, visit the women’s changing room, take off my clothes. (Midi skirt, striped tights, striped turtleneck shirt, chunky sneakers. Natch.) I get into my bathrobe as quickly as I can manage.

I have a wide, fleshy body that attracts attention in locker rooms. Fortunately, it’s also big enough that I can turn my back and hide my front fully from view. Perks of being a fatass. No one sees anything.

He gave me a gift for Christmas that might as well be a ticket to trans bathroom invader jail. Then he had the gall to dump me the next day. “I’m just not feeling it anymore.” That’s literally what he said.

Fucking asshole. I’ll curse your name forever, but you damn well had better forget mine.

I screw up my courage and adjust the front of the robe to flatter my tiny tits. I breeze past the communal showers, bathing pools, any place where there are naked women, and head for the common area.

I feel marginally safer once I see bathrobes. It’s a large room, all cis men and cis women, which isn’t great. Still, I’ll see if there’s anything to do, just long enough to tell myself I didn’t waste this.

Sadly, the clothed activities seem to be sitting, standing, drinking coconut water, chatting with people. Everything else is in other rooms, and that means disrobing in front of all my feminine peers.

The massage room, where they beat the living shit out of you and leave you partially liquified. Nope. The scrub room, where they remove a full layer of skin, leaving you smooth, slippery, like a seal. No way.

I decide, fuck it. Staying here isn’t worth the trouble. I turn around, ready to barrel back in the direction I came, past the massage rooms, saunas, bathing pools, showers, and that’s when I notice her.

I feel my blood run cold and my stomach drop into my ankles. There she is. Tall, hawklike, flimsy bathrobe clinging to her thick body, her stick-straight jet black hair spilt like a stain on the beige cloth.

My ex-boyfriend’s mother. The woman who seems to have always hated me, who never said an uncritical word to me, who, as far as I can tell, has never smiled in her life, is standing between me and the exit.

She hasn’t noticed me yet. She’s chatting with two people I’ve never seen before, a man and a woman around her age–54. I know this because her birthday is one week before Christmas. We all had dinner together.

I decide my best bet is to just breeze on by. Act like I don’t notice her, and hope she doesn’t notice me. It’s not a great plan, but it’s a plan. I take one step, then I freeze. She’s looking straight at me.

Maybe she didn’t see me. Maybe she’s just looking in my direction. Maybe it’s someone behind me, someone she knows. Except she’s looking right at me. And it’s been too long for there to be any mistaking it.

She doesn’t come over to me. She doesn’t beckon me. She returns to her conversation. Even though she saw me and knows I’m here, my situation hasn’t changed. I stick with my plan. I decide to make a run for it.

I start working my way through the crowd, which suddenly seems to be much more dense. Bathrobe-clad adult bodies of every shape and size in every direction, rows of them moving back and forth in rolling waves.

I’m almost at the entrance to the communal area when I feel the hand on my shoulder, like metal cords.

I dare to glance out of the corner of my eye. She’s there.

“You,” she says. “Come with me.”

She takes me into one of the rooms with communal baths. The door closes behind us with a mortally terrifying click.

It’s one of the tinier bathing rooms. There are a few small tubs ranging from cold to hot. Since there’s no one else in here, the employees with their body scrub and tools are busy in other rooms.

Once my brain can do something besides scream, my first thought is that the scrubbing ladies will see that the room is occupied and won’t be far behind. They’ll chew us out for being in here fikirtepe escort with clothes on.

As if on cue, I’m treated to a sight I was never curious to see: my ex-boyfriend’s mother casually uncinching her bathrobe, taking it off, then turning around to hang it from one of the hooks on the back wall.

I always thought of her as a big woman. Naked, I realize she’s just average, but she has a tummy pouch overhanging a thick, full bush. Her tits are big enough to show the weight of age. Her areolas are dark.

She goes to the hottest tub, dips a toe in, then slides gingerly into the water. She slouches, sinking in up to her neck. Her breasts float just beneath the foam. She lets out a long, beleaguered-sounding sigh.

The only other sounds were the jets under the water and my own panicked breathing.

She looks up at me.

“Come on,” she says. She pats the surface of the water next to her. Her tone and her body language are not inviting.

Mechanically, I walk over to her, still in my robe. I sit on the ledge and put my feet in. The water is almost too hot, even without going all the way in. I feel like I might suffocate, which would be nice.

“Stop playing around,” she says. “Take your robe off and get in.”

Now it’s my turn to let out a beleaguered sigh.

I fool myself into thinking that I can disrobe and slide in at the same time, smoothly enough that she won’t get a good look at my body on its way under the water. It’s delusional, but it’s all I have left.

The heat overtakes my entire body, one sensitive bit at a time, until it’s over my chest, up to my neck. We’re naked together in the water. The tub is barely big enough for the two of us to slouch side by side.

I’m taking big breaths, willing my body to acclimate itself to the intense heat. I can feel my skin turning the color of a boiled lobster, which isn’t far off. I think I can smell fire and brimstone.

If I die now, at least I’ll be free of whatever’s about to happen.

At last, I’ve gotten used to it, at least enough to be aware once again of the world around me. That’s the moment when the foam chooses to clear up, and the moment I see her staring at the spot in my lap.

I cross my legs, deeply uncomfortable. I know how I see myself, what I see when I look down there. But I also know what she sees. What most people see in general, really. Just a dick and balls. Boy genitals.

“Don’t shave down there,” she says. “It makes you look like a fast woman. You’re not a fast woman, are you?”

I feel a little embarrassed. But mostly bewildered. I have no idea how to process this.

“Maybe I am,” I say, trying to salvage a little self-confidence.

“You’re not,” she says. “Fast women have better prospects than an idiot like my son.”

“Your son dumped me.”

“I know. As low-maintenance as you are, he still screwed it up.”

Okay. At least I’m offended enough that I’m no longer confused about how she perceives my genitals.

Before I can say anything, she speaks again.

“I assume you’re here because he gave you a gift card for Christmas.”

“Yeah. So?”

“Me too.”

Ah. So that was it.

Suddenly, I’m mad at him all over again. Mad enough that I just barely remember to be terrified of being naked together with my last choice of bathing partner on planet Earth.

“He got us the same gift,” I say, almost to myself. “A one-stop shop for all the women in his life. He couldn’t be bothered to think of something specific for each of us. That’s how little he cared.”

She says, “He couldn’t be bothered to think of something specific for you. He knows I like coming here. You were the afterthought.”

“Great.”

It makes sense, actually. He got me something so obviously inappropriate for Christmas because he wasn’t even thinking about me.

But I still hate her for saying it.

“A word of advice,” she says.

“I think I’d actually rather leave,” I say. I reach for the crumpled bathrobe by the edge of the tub.

She stops me, reaching out and grabbing me by the wrist. Her grip is tight. Her tit brushes softly against me. The combination of touches shocks me. She leans in, her face near mine, scent of wood and citrus.

She says, “Think better of yourself. You settled for less than your worth.”

“That’s not true,” I say, hoping she doesn’t hear my heart pounding in my chest.

She releases me and settles back in next to me, the water wobbling with her movement. I forget about leaving and wonder instead how long we have before the ladies bust in with their scrub and see me in here.

She’s staring between my legs again, which I uncrossed at some point. I cross them again and pretend I didn’t notice. I know what she sees.

Her eyebrows go up. “Have you ever been with a woman?”

Yes. Once, in the before time. I felt like I had to. To prove that I wasn’t a sissy. That I wasn’t broken. That I was normal. That I was…

“No,” I lie.

Under the water, she opens her legs, knowing fındıkzade escort I’ll look, and I do.

Mostly, I just see her thick patch of dark pubic hair. Maybe a hint of labia, the same dark coffee color as her nipples. It’s hard to tell. Dimly, I’m aware that her thigh is pressed snugly up against mine.

I’ve always hated this woman.

I hate how her life revolves around building and maintaining power over people. I hate how her domineering personality shaped her son into a weak-willed bastard with an obligatory “nice guy” personality.”

I hate her because she’s always hated me. And I’ve tried so hard to stop seeing myself as someone who deserves to be hated.

I decide to keep pretending everything’s normal.

“It was nice of him to get you that gift certificate,” I say.

Good move. Small talk. Subtle reminder that I’m spoken for, and that she has skin in the game. Be smooth. Play it cool.

“Don’t try to change the subject to my son,” she says. “He’s not a part of your life anymore.”

She hasn’t taken her eyes off my lap. As thick as my thighs are and as puny as my erections have gotten nowadays, it’s impossible to hide it fully. The thumblike tip of it peeks above the horizon of my flesh.

Fuck. It’s not like I’m turned on. It’s purely involuntary. You’re naked with someone, they touch your body, your body is going to respond. She’s so… old. Twice as old as I am. And she’s so awful.

Time for a different tactic.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” I ask her.

“Plenty,” she says.

If I wasn’t already red up to my hairline, I am now.

She says, “Don’t look so surprised. You college kids always think you’re the first generation to invent sexual experimentation.”

“I thought it was bad to be a fast woman.”

“I earned being a fast woman,” she says, even more of an edge in her voice than usual. “My son’s father had the balls to leave me with him before he was even born. I tolerated years of bad sex for that man.”

“I’m sorry,” I say, maybe too quietly to be heard over the jets.

“I don’t need you to be sorry for me. I vowed to find partners who wouldn’t leave me responsible for my own pleasure, and I’m proud to say I’ve done well for myself.”

There is something I’m curious about. I can’t help myself.

I ask, “Have you ever been with a woman like me?”

“What?” she says innocently. “Young?”

“No.”

“Fat?”

“No…”

She fixes me with a silent look that makes me shrink away. At least she’s not staring at my crotch anymore.

Then she says, “I know what you’re asking. And no, I have not.”

Under the water, I feel her fingertips on my leg.

She says, “Not before today.”

I’m frozen.

“That’s presumptuous of you,” I manage to say.

“Is it?” she says. “Tell me what you’re thinking right now. And be honest.”

Her hand moves, higher up and closer to my inner thigh. Whatever the reason, I can’t make myself stop her.

“I’ve never even thought of you like that before,” I say.

“Why does that matter? I’m telling you this can happen right now. You have to be at least a little curious.”

She’s stroking my thigh now. Her wrist is brushing the plump roll of my lower belly. Perversely, I’m grateful that she hasn’t tried to grope me in that troublesome place that cis people usually fixate on.

“Why me?” I finally ask.

“I find you pathetic,” she says.

Okay. That’s certainly true. But still, not a great sales pitch so far.

Her hand pauses. She stares at some undefined point in the water. For the first time, I look at her face and she doesn’t look so severe. She’s actually kind of pretty, in a stern, haughty sort of way.

She says, “As hard as I tried to raise him otherwise, my son turned out too much like his father. And he started to attract women who were too much like I was. I find you pathetic, because I was pathetic.”

Then she turns to face me, her dark eyes blazing.

She says, “My only regret is insisting so hard on the one right person that I ended up with the one worst person. When I could have been taking my pleasures whenever and wherever they presented themselves.”

Her boob is on my arm again, her hard nipple poking its soft abundance. Her face is so close to mine that I can smell her breath, the faint scent of coconut water. I find myself uncrossing my legs.

I try, but I can’t keep the tremulousness out of my voice.

“You want me, because you don’t want me to make the same mistake you did?” I say.

Her mouth, so close to mine.

“I want sex,” she says. “And I’m curious about your body.”

“I’m not just a box for you to check off.”

God. I once said the same thing to her son. Back when he and I were fuckbuddies, before we started dating. To his credit, he said he was into me because I was attractive, and I think he was being honest.

“Don’t insult me,” she simply says.

I lean in and kiss her. I try not to think about why.

She kisses back, and fulya escort she’s surprisingly sweet and tender. Sure, her hand is rubbing my thigh again in an obvious simulation of stroking something else, and her naked tits are fully pressing up against me.

But her other hand is cradling the back of my head, and her lips play with mine, almost dancing with me, pecking me and pulling at me with the gentlest suction. Damn near chaste. I’m not sure what I expected.

The kiss breaks. For a second, we just breathe. The air smells like her. I find myself savoring it, even as I wonder what the hell we’re doing.

“What do you like?” she whispers.

“I don’t know.”

“Don’t be coy. Tell me how to pleasure you. Embarrass yourself if you have to.”

No one has ever spoken to me about sex before with such frankness. I hate this woman. When I look at her naked body, I see only the ravages of a lifetime of bitterness. But god, she’s so fucking hot right now.

“I don’t know,” I repeat.

“Bullshit.”

It’s true, though. I really don’t know. In the before time, it was easier. Look at porn, jack off, relieve the pressure, feel depressed afterward. Purely mechanical. Since then, it’s been… complicated.

I sigh. “I don’t do… you know… that.”

“Do what? Orgasm?”

“No. Well, sometimes. I mean.”

“Speak your mind. And say the words.”

“I don’t use it like a man would.”

“You mean how a man would fuck my pussy with his cock.”

“Yes,” I mouth voicelessly, bright red again.

“What do you call it?”

God. There is no bottom to my humiliation.

“My peepee,” I admit, meekly.

When I started transitioning, I had a roommate whom I hooked up with off and on. The night I confessed I was no longer comfortable with “dick” or “cock,” he wrote “PP” on it in eyeliner. The name stuck.

“Your ‘peepee,'” she repeated.

Yeah, I could have gone with something less infantile. Girldick, shenis, hell, even clit.

I force myself to sound insistent. “Yes. My peepee.”

“Do you use your peepee at all?”

“Kind of.”

“Show me.”

“What?”

“I want you to show me what you do when you masturbate.”

Again, I’m frozen.

She smiles. It only makes her more terrifying.

“Have you never masturbated in front of someone before?” she says.

“Well… yes, with–“

“Don’t finish that sentence.”

I obey. I can’t blame her. If I were her, I wouldn’t want to know about my own son’s sexual predilections. Besides, how I play with myself isn’t a comfortable subject for me, with her or anyone else.

“It’s not going to be how you think,” I begin.

“So you’ll do it,” she says, interrupting me.

I sigh.

I don’t feel like explaining that I rarely masturbate. And, when I do, it’s rarely in pursuit of orgasm. And, in the off chance that I do have an orgasm, it’s not the cum-shooting spectacle she might expect.

In this final moment of hesitation, when she’s nearly bullied me into touching myself in front of her, that’s when she loses patience.

“Fine,” she says, releasing me, then standing up in the tub, splashing me on her way up. I try not to stare into the void of that great dark puff of pubic hair, its water-slicked whorls sparkling and dribbling.

All I can think is, she’s leaving. She’s going to put her robe on and storm out. The ladies never came in, we never got caught. All that happened was we saw each other naked. It could have been much worse.

She turns, her tiny butt briefly in my face, and gets out. Then she sits on the ledge behind me and dips her feet into the water to either side of me. She isn’t touching me, but her body heat is on my neck.

What new torture is this?

“Turn around,” she says.

I turn around. There isn’t really a better option here. I’m sort of kneeling, sort of squatting on the bench.

She’s sitting there with her thighs spread wide, her bush right in front of my face. Her long labia and hooded clit are visible through the curls, like petals of a coffee-colored rosebud. Now I’m staring.

She says, “You’ll feel better about it if I do it first.”

I’ve risked getting caught in here for too long already. If my Faustian bargain is to watch her get herself off so she can come to her senses and let me go, so be it. I’ll never have to see her again.

“Please do it,” I whisper disingenuously, “I want to watch.”

For the second time today, and for the second time in my life, I see her smile. Again, it somehow doesn’t feel like it’s good for me.

I watch her hand slide down her belly, over that pouch of fat that, up close, is faintly stretch-marked and seems incredibly soft. Though her tiny fingers look iron-wrought, they move with impossible gentleness.

Then her hand is on her pubic hair, and her fingers spread the dark brown lips, and what I see in between is pale pink.

“This,” she murmurs, “is my pussy. Say it.”

“Your pussy,” I dutifully repeat.

“Do you like it?”

“I do.”

I would have said it whether it was true or not. But it isn’t a lie.

I watch avidly as her fingers begin to swirl on her vulva, a smooth, well-practiced motion, periodically stopping to dip down, then up again, gliding over herself on a layer of her own slick fluids.

She looks down at me, the naked girl in the water between her knees, as one sights down the barrel of a gun.

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Chapter Three — The Scorpion Bitch

The late model white Ford Econoline van was parked in the Pearl Street parking area across the road from Rutgers University Athletic and Fitness Center. The van was parked next to the exit facing the fitness centre and two men sat in the front staring out the window intently.

The men worked freelance directly for Jennifer Jones and had not long ago returned from Mexico where they had used their skills to extract certain information from a Pakistani deckhand recently of the MV Arno Starlight. The questioning had taken place in a jail cell and after he was questioned the man had required hospitalisation but it wasn’t these men who had killed him. Alexi Reznik’s henchman had seen to that.

Not that the two men were averse to killing if it was required but this was simple kidnapping. The caveat being that they were not to harm a hair on the head of the person they were about to abduct. Jennifer Jones might look like a sexy little kewpie doll but they knew what she was capable of and neither of the kidnappers wanted to get on her wrong side.

“There she is,” one of the men pointed to a young woman walking down 3rd Street across from the parking lot.

Katerina Walker listened to the music coming from her earbuds and thought about her mother. Her mother had used many names during Katerina’s eighteen years but she knew that her mother’s real name was Katya Kuznetsova and that she loved her.

When she was young Katerina had moved around Europe and the UK, attending good schools, being looked after by good people whom she knew her mother paid well. When Katerina turned thirteen Katya had set up a trust fund to ensure that Katerina was well cared for, which was just as well because for a two-year period her mother had virtually disappeared for reasons that she had never explained.

Other than that Katya saw her daughter fairly regularly. Katya had never fully explained why Katerina couldn’t live with her in the United Sates but she knew it had something to do with her father. He was some sort of uber-criminal or something and if people knew that Katerina was his daughter they might take revenge.

The story didn’t really make that much sense to Katerina because if her father was this uber criminal then why didn’t he protect her?

She didn’t question her mother. Katya made sure that Katerina never wanted for anything and finally Katya’s circumstances had changed and Katerina had come to the US, enrolled at Rutgers University and spent the weekends and holidays with her mother. She considered herself the happiest girl in the world.

Katerina was clad in black and pink spandex tights and matching crop top and wore expensive cycling shoes because she had just finished a spin class. Katerina’s jet-black hair was tied in a ponytail. She’d had it styled like her mother’s but wore it longer. Katerina was tall like her mother and had her mother’s lithe figure and long legs and the same sense of style. Where the other girls in her classes felt emancipated by not wearing makeup or pantyhose and mostly dressed down and wore sensible shoes, Katerina always wore full makeup and preferred skirts and dresses, heels and hose. She basically liked to dress like her mother.

She didn’t care that the other girls teased her for being a throwback and unemancipated, she threw back at them that they were actually slaves to popular culture and stereotypical of young women as perpetuated by the media.

“Ok, let’s get her. Don’t hurt her!” the driver pointed excitedly.

His partner gave him a withering look but just nodded. He knew that hurting the girl was tantamount to a death sentence.

Katerina approached the crosswalk weighed down by the gym bag hooked over her shoulder. The crosswalk was just down from the Rutgers University Police building but there was no sign of any cops.

The driver started the engine whilst his partner climbed into the back of the van and opened a ripstop nylon bag from which he took out a Ziploc bag with a sponge inside it. He pulled down his ski-mask and pulled on his surgical gloves, adjusting them to fit. The driver turned onto North 3rd Street and stopped at the crosswalk just as Katerina stepped onto it.

It couldn’t have gone better. The usually busy street was quiet and there was no one else on the street as Katerina drew level with the van listening to her music and daydreaming, taking no notice of her surroundings. The chemical smell from the sponge was so strong that the man held it down by his side so as not to be affected.

The man flung open the door and leapt out and grabbed Katerina and put the sponge over her nose and mouth before she could scream. She struggled a little until the chloroform mixture knocked her out. He manhandled Katerina into the Econoline quickly, being careful not to injure her. He laid her down on a large mattress in the back of the van and tossed her gym bag in after her. He slammed the door closed and put the sponge back in the Ziploc bag fatih escort whilst the driver drove away slowly, conforming to the speed limit.

The kidnapping had taken only seconds. It would take the driver somewhere from twenty to thirty minutes to drive to Newark Airport where a private jet waited for them on the apron.

The man in the back of the van arranged the girl on the mattress as comfortably as he could. He put a pillow under her head and spread her arms and legs wide so she wouldn’t roll off the mattress. He pulled the curtain across the windows in the back and across the driver’s cabin so no one could see into the van. The back of the van became dark so he switched on the dome lights and took a good look at the girl.

The man was sweating with the exertion and he was excited from grappling with the spandex-clad young woman. Rubbing up against her tight body and small perky tits had been a turn on. Looking at the girl lying on the mattress with her lycra-clad legs spread wide and her small firm breasts heaving as she slept further excited him. The girl was pretty with her heavy makeup and black hair.

He knew that doing anything to harm this girl would be a death sentence if he was caught, but the girl was unconscious and the driver was too busy negotiating traffic. The man lived a dangerous life and had taken risks that most men would baulk at. The girl was just too pretty not to mess with and he knew that she would never know that he had messed with her.

He checked that the curtain across the driver’s cabin was secure and then he dropped his pants and freed his hard cock.

The kidnappers had been directed not to physically assault the girl or harm her in any way but a little dry humping wouldn’t hurt anyone the man thought as he kicked Katerina’s legs wider apart and lay between them.

He kissed her unresponsive lips and nestled his cock between her legs and rubbed it on her lycra-clad mound. Her body was warm and she smelled of perfume mingled with perspiration which inflamed his desire.

He thrust against her, enjoying the feel of her cunt through the silky, stretchy layer of lycra-spandex. He lifted her legs and put them around his thighs so he could feel the sleek fabric on his skin. He pressed his body against hers, feeling the firmness of her perky breasts and kissed her nonresponsive lips, tasting her lipstick. It was exciting, like fucking a recently deceased corpse. He thrust harder, driving his cock into the supple, slinky fabric, feeling the contours of her labia. He kissed her passionately and thrust vigorously until he was finished, ejaculating his wad into her crotch.

He climbed off her and cleaned up with a cloth, wiping away any semen that had not been absorbed by her tights and then he put his manhood away and pulled up his pants. He rearranged Katerina on the mattress and made her as comfortable as possible for the short drive.

The kidnapper went back to his ripstop nylon bag and took out a plastic cartridge case. He extracted one of the preloaded syringes and found a vein inside the crook of Katerina’s elbow. He injected the contents of the syringe and checked her pulse and breathing for a while.

When he was happy that she was stable he rifled through Katerina’s gym bag and located her mobile phone and switched it off. He zipped up the bag and made his way to the front of the van and stuck his head through the curtain.

“Ten minutes until we get to the airport cargo gate; is she ok?” the driver asked.

“She’s sleeping. I’ll monitor her while we’re airborne and give her the second shot if she needs it. She probably won’t. She’s tall but she’s small framed. All legs and ass with little tits,” the kidnapper grinned.

“You didn’t fuck with her did you?” the driver asked.

“As tempting as the prospect is… no I didn’t,” his partner lied.

The driver just grunted. His partner was known to take unnecessary risks and the one person besides Dmitriy Tanas Yakovich that you didn’t fuck with was his bitch Jennifer Jones.

The kidnapper in the back of the van punched up a number on a burner phone and spoke briefly.

“We have the cargo. See you soon,” he hung up and took the battery and the sim card out of the phone.

He crushed the sim card and tossed it and the phone out of the van as it turned into the cargo gate entrance to Newark Airport, waved through by a security guard who had been well paid to let them through without any security checks or paperwork.

*****

Penelope Benson, Jennifer Jones and Alice Leasingham sat in the kitchen of a large ranch-style house on a small farm on the outskirts of Balwyn Texas. The nervous tension in the room could be cut with a knife.

Alice worked away on the keyboard of a super-encrypted computer linked to the dark web through a complicated maze of VPNs that rendered the computer untraceable.

Alice was not happy.

Neither Penelope nor Jennifer had made a comment when Alice joined fatsa escort them and they noticed that she had dyed her hair black, had it cut into a black bob and was wearing a short-skirted business suit, sheer hosiery, high heels and heavy makeup.

They both knew that Alice had developed a girl-crush on Katya Kuznetsova but they never dreamed she would take it this far. Alice was renowned for dressing down to do her job. The curly-haired, freckle-faced young woman usually wore skinny-jeans, long-sleeved t-shirts and Nikes. The transformation was amazing and a little disturbing.

At first Penelope had argued against including Alice in their sting but Jennifer, although adept at manipulating and making transactions on the dark web did not have Alice’s forensic skills and they needed her. There were now three people who knew that Dmitriy Yakovich’s daughter had been kidnapped. The kidnappers had no idea who Katerina Walker was, nor did they care and Katya believed her daughter was safe and sound in her dormitory at Rutgers.

Katerina Walker had been in a drug induced sleep during the four and half hour flight from Newark to Balwyn airport. The two kidnappers had taken turns checking her vitals. The kidnapper who had dry-humped her on the mattress in the van wished that he had the opportunity to do it again but there was no way it was possible in the confines of the Learjet 70.

The men had dropped Katerina off at a prearranged meeting place at an abandoned gas station and Jennifer had checked Katerina to confirm that she hadn’t been harmed before she handed over a briefcase containing a quarter million dollars in US currency. Jennifer had seriously considered killing the two operatives to keep them quiet but they had been loyal to her and done exactly what she had paid them for. It was difficult recruiting men who would work for her who would not, inadvertently or otherwise, leak what they were doing to Dmitriy Yakovich. His spies were everywhere.

Jennifer decided to keep the two operatives on retainer and transferred another quarter million dollars into a numbered account in Switzerland. The two operatives were directed to take a long European vacation and not return to the US until Jennifer told them to, which they were more than happy to do.

For the last couple of weeks they had been living rough and had to make do with Mexican bargirl pussy and New York streetwalkers and they had already rented an exclusive chateau in Saint-Émilion in the Bordeaux region of France and had arranged for a couple of high-class French escorts to spend some time with them.

Jennifer drove Katerina to the ranch where Penelope and Alice where waiting. Jennifer had secretly taken several hair and semen samples from Dmitriy Tanas Yakovich before he left Balwyn and Alice took a swab from Katerina Walker and went to work making a match.

Carrying Katerina to the upstairs bedroom was no easy feat but Penelope and Jennifer were both strong women. They stripped Katerina out of her sports clothes and dressed her in clean panties, shorts and a t-shirt. Jennifer thought she could smell the musky scent of semen on Katerina’s tights and she sniffed the crotch whilst Penelope wasn’t looking. Then she rubbed the fabric between her finger and thumb. The unmistakeable miasma and slimy texture of stale semen was evident.

She doubted that either of the men would have been stupid enough to fuck Katerina but Jennifer checked Katerina’s genitalia for signs of penetration. Jennifer had deflowered plenty of virgins with Dmitriy so she knew what to look for. Katerina still had her chastity.

“Assholes!” Jennifer hissed, assuming rightly that one or both of the men had dry-humped Katerina while she was unconscious.

Jennifer knew what happened to some of the girls whilst they were being transported for sex trafficking purposes and a bit of dry-humping over Katerina’s lycra tights was nothing compared to what they endured. She kept her composure but she would punish whichever of the men had broken his contract with Jennifer. It was a matter of honour and she had a reputation to uphold.

Jennifer called one of her contacts in France and told her what she needed. The kidnappers would be questioned and the offender punished appropriately so Jennifer was satisfied that the matter was closed. Examples had to be made.

Penelope had gone downstairs to work with Alice Leasingham and Jennifer was alone with Katerina. She could see that Katerina was mostly Katya Kuznetsova but she had some Dmitriy Yakovich in her too. Katerina had Dmitriy’s long nose, chiselled cheekbones and narrow chin. Her jet-black hair was likely a product of them both. There was no doubt that she had her mother’s alabaster skin and no doubt whatsoever that she was beautiful.

Katerina would be waking up soon and the lies would begin. They would lie to Katerina, they would lie to Katya they would lie to the rest of the task force and most importantly they would lie to Alexi Reznik. It would fethiye escort be dangerous work.

Setting a tethered goat outside the lair of a jackal seemed like an easy task but someone had to lead the goat and tie it off.

That would be Jennifer’s job.

“Katerina will be waking up soon so we need to have our story straight,” Jennifer stated the bleeding obvious.

“Gary and the rest of the task force think I’ve driven down to Austin to check up on Silvia Bickle and Steve Edwards and their murder trial. Alice is supposed to be working from the forensics unit. That leaves only you to explain your absence,” Penelope pointed at Jennifer.

“Not that I answer to anybody here but Katya thinks I’m in my suite catching up on work I need to do for Dmitriy. I’ve pretty much given her the night off and I think she intends to spend it with Special Agent Dan Murphy,” Jennifer grinned.

Alice’s head spun around and looked at Jennifer questioningly.

“Katya and Dan… really?” Alice said; jealousy evident in her tone.

“She and Dan are questioning the girls at Supergirls strip club but they had a little dalliance before they went in there,” Jennifer said coolly.

Penelope looked a little surprised but Alice looked angry.

“Why does Katya have to tell you everything that she does?” Alice said through gritted teeth.

“There are things about me that you will never understand Alice. Let’s just leave it at that,” Jennifer said as soothingly as possible.

They needed Alice’s skills so they had to keep her onside.

“Your skinny girlfriend is going to be pissed when she finds out that you kidnapped her daughter,” Penelope couldn’t help but taking a snipe at Jennifer.

“Exactly and Katya will be calling her daughter soon for their daily chat so we better get our shit together,” Jennifer waved Katerina’s mobile phone, which was still switched off, at Alice.

“Can you fix this thing so that it doesn’t ping from here but from New Brunswick?” Jennifer tossed the phone to Alice.

“Pulleese… give me something difficult to do,” Alice began to take the cover off the phone and walked back into the den which she had commandeered as her laboratory and workroom.

“We better go up and prepare Katerina,” Jennifer said.

“You act like kidnapping girls and selling them on the web is the kind of thing you do every day,” Penelope said bitterly.

Jennifer paused and gave Penelope a cold look.

“I’ve have had first-hand experience… from both sides,” Jennifer whispered.

“I know that you have been abducted and raped a couple of times yourself so I thought this might be easier for you,” Jennifer met Penelope’s gaze.

“Let’s get it done,” Penelope hissed and led Jennifer to the staircase.

Katerina was coming out of her fugue but she was still very confused. Her last memory was of being snatched off the street outside her gym. She came too lying on a bed with clean bedding in a sparsely furnished room wearing clean shorts and t-shirt. Someone had dressed her including putting her into a pair of clean cotton panties.

Katerina knew what happened to teenage girls who were abducted and she was surprised to find that she was in the company of two well-dressed attractive women.

They were both dressed in dark skirt-suits, hose and heels. The older one had long blonde hair and was tall and well-built, not fat, but well-proportioned with long legs. The younger elfin woman had coiffed red hair, a school-girl body shape with narrow shoulders and hips and a cold, calculating disposition that made Katerina a little uneasy. Both of the women had striking green eyes.

Although Katya had never told her daughter what she did for a living, Katerina knew that it involved some sort of international criminal enterprise. Why else would Katerina have to hide in Europe throughout her childhood? She knew that her father had been some sort of bigwig criminal too, so putting two and two together she guessed that her abduction was related to those facts. She knew that her mother was financially comfortable. Katya had the house in Southold New York and she had paid for Katerina’s education and lodgings whilst she had lived overseas and paid for her tuition at Rutgers and had bought her a late-model car and gave her a generous stipend to live on through the trust fund.

Was she being kidnapped for ransom?

Katerina sat on the edge of the bed and surveyed the two women who both pulled up chairs to face her. The redhead’s coat opened a little and Katerina saw Jennifer’s Walther PPS M2 9mm in the shoulder rig. She looked at the older blonde and saw the tell-tale bulge that indicated that she too was carrying a concealed weapon.

“Which one of you undressed me and put me in these clothes?” Katerina asked.

Both women were taken aback by the question.

“We both did,” Jennifer answered.

“Are there any men in the house? Am I going to be raped?” was Katerina’s next question.

“There are no men and you will come to no harm,” Jennifer tried to smile at Katerina.

“Ok. So the obvious questions then. Where am I and why am I here?” Katerina said gruffly.

Penelope went over to a jug of ice water set up on a sideboard and poured Katerina a glass which she gulped down and then stuck out the glass to be refilled.

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“Sold” Chapter one.

An acquisition and trafficking tale in the future dystopian country of Allegoria.

This is just a short story idea that I had. I decided I wanted to publish chapters quickly but I don’t have a specific overall agenda or plot line. So you can help by suggesting ideas for Bianca in the comments or via feedback. Let me know what you think. What should happen to Bianca? How will her life change, for better or worse?

**

Mindy Tartovsky sighed as the work piled up. She had envisioned that since the shakeup of the National Social Services Acquisition and Maintenance Department following the scandal of former Head Administrator Horace Jarod Inon her promotion to division head and transfer from personnel management and oversight to personnel acquisition would involve less work and more time for leisure.

But instead of hobnobbing among the elites and nobles as befitting her station she was drowning in the morass of paperwork left over from the scandal. Royal audits were no joke and once the Department of Income, Revenue and Taxation got involved…

Working through her inbox Mindy was gratified to see that a new recruit was due to be delivered today. Mindy skimmed over the provided images attached to the application form and hoped the new acquisition was as cute in real life as her photos. The digital images could have been modified with filters.

Mindy made sure to dot her i’s and cross her t’s and ensure all the paperwork was in order before she signed ass final authority. The seal of the notary public on the application, the psychologists report and the impartial peer review, the endorsement of the noble house and the necessary countersign by the local court were all in order.

Mindy checked her schedule to allot the time needed to be there to greet him. Having a new she-male gifted to the service would help alleviate the chronic shortage of feminized male service providers the NSSA her blush was evident and understated; her eye-shadow and eyeliner were bold and dramatic. She had them made up for evening style at his wife’s insistence.

During that day he worked and dressed in his normal masculine attire, and for the past several months, once he returned home from work, …”she” was expected to conform to every aspect of femininity his wife expected.

Bianca’s wife hadn’t always supported his cross dressing. Early in their dating when they were both younger and she discovered his fetish she had thought it was cute and fun to have a ‘girlfriend’ to go out clubbing and to socialize. Bianca’s average height, below average weight, and androgynous looks as a man gave him the ability to fully transform into a stunning female.

Surprisingly, as their relationship grew more serious; Bianca’s wife had hoped he would eventually give up his silly hobby and settle into a more masculine role. When he wasn’t cross dressed and made up as Bianca he certainly enjoyed all the normal masculine things like football and politics. Landing his first job as a licensed mechanical engineer gave them the income they needed to finally get married.

Bianca’s wife actively discouraged his cross dressing once married. A fact Bianca resented, but for the sake of their marriage he reluctantly agreed to conform. Purging his feminine clothing was one of the most painful acts he had ever had to undergo, but he was willing to sacrifice for his wife and marriage…

Unfortunately the urge to cross dress was too strong and after many months of regret and longing he slowly built up a small stash of skirts, tops, dresses, bras and panties that he secreted away.

But it was only a matter of time before he made a mistake and was caught dressed en femme as he cleaned their home. Bianca’s wife was supposed to be attending her college classes giving Bianca “Her Time.”

When Bianca’s wife came home, with a friend in attendance no less, Bianca’s harmless little secret was out. Bianca’s wife went into a rage, saying many hurtful things. Being called a sissy fagot by his wife and being witnessed dressed en femme by the strange female friend with her had hurt. Bottled up feelings of guilt and repressed feelings of inadequacy quashed what had been a happy and fun afternoon.

Surprisingly his wife hadn’t divorced him. Instead she insisted on counseling and professional help. Allegoria had a robust national health care service and it was recognized as having one of the preeminent mental health care systems in the world. etlik escort It was quite another surprise when the psychiatrist took his side, educating his wife on cross dressers, transgendered theory, and how the desire to appear and emulate the feminine was something innate within him.

Reluctantly, over many sessions, Bianca’s wife accepted that cross-dressing and presenting as “Bianca” was not a childish indulgence and was there to stay. Bianca’s wife knew that her husband wasn’t about to “grow out of it.” She agreed to once again let her husband cross dress as long as she knew ahead of time. Over time Bianca and his wife even resumed going out together as ‘girlfriends’.

For awhile after that Bianca had been in cross dresser heaven. He had worked during the day as his male self, supporting himself and his wife as she attended college, paying for her degree, and then dressing up after work and taking care of their home; cooking, cleaning, laundry and a host of other chores while his wife studied and worked on her college assignments.

They had agreed back when his wife had worked and supported them as he finished college that he would do the same for her. Landing a good job with a decent starting salary had enabled him after graduation to do exactly that, so he kept his word.

When his wife finally graduated with her degree in finance she was similarly lucky landing a job at Smith Financial, one of the premier global investment firms. She had made good use of her time there earlier as an intern during college to make contacts with well placed individuals in the firm and that had parlayed itself into a job where soon she was earning even more than he was!

Life was good!!!

**

Now dressed, Bianca admired herself in the bedroom mirror. She twirled and flounced and let the warm glow she felt when dressed en femme suffuse her soul. Bianca’s wife had chosen her outfit. Bianca loved when her wife took the time to select the clothing she wore and looked upon it as a sign of her love, affection, and acceptance.

Bianca’s hot pink Mary Jane heels shod her feet. The leather shoes had a three inch block heel, a glossy highly reflective surface, and a rather juvenile rounded toe.

Her denim pleated mini skirt slightly pinched in at her natural waist and the 15 inch length barely covered her bottom when she was standing. Bianca’s thigh gap was just visible below the hem of her skirt.

A white spaghetti strap cami crop top with small red and green cherries in a repeating printed pattern covered her bust but exposed her midriff and left her shoulders bare. Bianca was proud of her taught tummy and didn’t mind the exposure. Her wife often admired and envied her firm belly. Bianca noted her bare shoulders felt cool in the cold bedroom air and she shivered slightly.

Under her top she wore a full bust rose clay colored bra filling the cups with c-cup silicon breast forms. Bianca’s wife insisted that her forms always be glued in place when she wore them. Bianca readily agreed to this demand as she enjoyed the weight of the silicon forms adhered to her chest. She could even make her boobs jiggle slightly by flexing her pectorals when she wanted. The faux nipples of the forms were large and prominent and often poked into her tops when going bra-less.

Under her skirt she wore glossy white hipster panties with a complementary cherry blossom print pattern. Bianca admired her full firm bottom and the amount of coverage the panties provided, or rather, the lack of coverage. The cut and style of the panties allowed her to emphasize the shape and fullness of her bottom. Even Bianca’s wife thought her butt was one of her best features!

Another fun addition to her dressing that her wife had convinced her to try was locking away her penis.

“Think how hot it will be! I’ll have the key and can unlock your cock whenever we want, but think how frustrated and eager you will become. It gets me wet just thinking about it.”

At the time Bianca’s wife had lifted up her dress and exposed her soaked panties, showing her arousal. Bianca agreed and initially it was exactly as Bianca’s wife had promised. Their sex life had increased in frequency and duration…at first…

The slowly over the months Bianca’s wife left her cock locked away for longer and longer periods. Days became weeks, and the weeks became months. Bianca had submitted to his wife in an effort to spice up their love life but eyüp escort his wife slowly grew more distant, more demanding, more dominant.

Bianca had feminized her face with cosmetics and wore her favorite blond wig with pigtails. A cute blue denim overlarge bow decorated the back of her head. Her wig was held in place by numerous hair pins.

At the beginning of her transformation Bianca’s wife had locked a fetish collar around her neck before leaving her to her make-up. The denim and white lace choker was decorated with rhinestone letters; WHORE, that covered her nearly nonexistent Adams apple.

Bianca could feel the cool air on her bare legs. Way back when she was single she had purchased a home laser hair removal kit and treated her legs periodically. After only a year she no longer had any hair growth from her legs to worry about. While she preferred dressing up with nylons or stockings Bianca’s wife had insisted on bare legs today. Bianca acquiesced of course as she had long since come to accept her wife’s dominance over her.

Bianca had used the laser on other parts of her body and was now virtually hairless below her eyebrows keeping only a small landing strip of pubic hair that she nonetheless shaved off. Her whiskers were also permanently removed, electrolysis being covered by the Allegorian Health Services as a common privilege.

**

Bianca made her way from their master bedroom to the living room. Her wife had promised a new and exciting scene for them to role play. Bianca was nervous and excited! Her breath was coming in short gasps as she struggled to control her arousal and desire. Bianca’s wife had heavily insinuated that Bianca’s submission could lead to an amazing sexual interlude.

Their condo had been the first major purchase during their marriage after Bianca’s wife’s graduation. The comfortable 12th floor 3 bedrooms, 3 bath apartment was in a desirable up and coming area of the capitol city and had more than enough room for the two of them and even a spare bedroom for a guest, or maybe even a child. But for now, Bianca’s wife wasn’t ready to have children as she wanted to establish her career first. Their condo was easily within walking distance of both of their places of employment, although in opposite directions.

Bianca’s wife had promised something new to spice up her desire for dominance. Something kinky that she insisted Bianca would enjoy. As Bianca made her way to the front entrance and living area her anticipation and arousal grew exponentially. Making the final turn Bianca stopped short. She gasped and her hand flew up to cover her mouth. She was utterly flabbergasted by what she saw.

In the living room of their condo Bianca was stunned to see a cage.

“Don’t you love it Bianca? It’s a dog’s kennel.” Bianca’s wife proudly proclaimed.

Bianca lowered her hand, her eyes glued to the sturdy black cage that dominated the center of the living space.

“Baby, for tonight’s scene I want you to be my pet. I know you’ll make such a cute little kitten. I’m getting so excited just thinking about it.”

Bianca’s wife waved her closer and Bianca automatically staggered forward. Months of submissive obedience compelled her to follow her wife’s direction.

“Imaging, you, locked away until I let you out. God, I bet you’ll look even sexier than you do now…caged and helpless.”

Bianca couldn’t make a sound as she drew closer to the cage. She could easily see the sturdiness of the construction of what was a pet carrier for a large dog. The matte black powder coated bars were intimidating. The top of the cage was opened as well as a side door. A thick cushion rectangular dog bed completely covered the bottom of the kennel.

“This cage is top of the line,” Bianca’s wife began “It allows for access from the top for the owner to interact with her pet.” Bianca’s wife smiled as she expounded upon the kennel’s features “a side door to let the pet in and out, sturdy bars so even a large dog can be kept safe, and locks for security.”

Bianca’s wife watched as Bianca slowly walked around the kennel, Bianca’s hand timidly reached out to tough the sturdy metal bars. Bianca’s hips swaying slightly as she minced past.

“I want you to try it out. Are you ready to get inside?”

As astounded as she was by the unexpected appearance of a kennel in her living room Bianca merely nodded agreement as she wanted to support her wife in eyyubiye escort her fetish and desires the same way she was supporting him in his cross dressing.

“The get in; crawl in through the side door and stay kneeling.”

Bianca lowered herself to her knees to follow orders. She was excited and her breath was coming in short soft gasps as she struggled to calm herself and ease her excitement. Her caged penis was positively raging in a futile attempt to become erect. Bianca and her wife had staged scenes with bondage before. Bianca’s wife always played the dominant and Bianca was always the submissive. Many times, after their role play was complete Bianca and her wife would talk and discuss and relive the event. Bianca and her wife both confessed to their love of their respective roles.

Crawling in through the side door of the kennel Bianca awkwardly assumed position in the center, kneeling on all fours. Once inside she was equally excited and dispirited by how little room there actually was. For a large cage she barely fit. She imagined having to sleep inside this cage being curled up in the fetal position as there was not enough room to stretch out and lay flat. At least the dog bed mattress was soft and easy on her knees. It still had it’s brand new smell.

Bianca wasn’t surprised when his wife knelt down behind him. Looking over his shoulder she watched as her wife took leg shackle restraints, first locking one cuff of the ankle shackles around one ankle, routing the chain out the kennel around the bars, then back in through the bars into the kennel, locking the second cuff around her other ankle.

Bianca’s legs were now spread slightly apart and her heels pressed against the back wall of the kennel cage.

Kneeling down as she was on all fours in the kennel her panties and full round bottom were on display to anyone who stood behind her. Knowing this caused her penis to throb again inside her chastity cage.

Next Bianca’s wife took a pair of handcuffs and similarly cuffed and restrained her hands and arms in front of her through the bars at the front of the cage.

Satisfied that Bianca was secured, Bianca’s wife returned to the back of the cage. Bianca looked over her shoulder again as her wife opened a bottle of lube. Bianca gasped softly when her panties were pulled to one side as her wife massaged the cold lube into and against her asshole. Her anal star opened reluctantly as sodomy wasn’t one of their usual acts. What did come as a surprise was the fetish tail butt plug his wife now retrieved. Bianca tensed as his wife pushed the small anal dilator inside her. Her ass burned slightly and tried to resist the stretching as the plug pushed deeper inside. Bianca cried out when the widest part slipped past her anal ring and then clenched tight onto the narrow base of the plug.

Bianca now sported a bushy fetish tail protruding from her butt. Her panties felt awkward now, pulled to one side as they slipped deep between the globes of her bottom. She could feel the wetness of the water based lube soaking into her panties.

Without any time to get used to the butt plug speared inside her ass, Bianca wife now took a bridle bit gag, fitting the straps over Bianca’s head and into her mouth. Bianca was concerned as every other time they used a gag they always discussed and rehearsed the safe gesture to make sure both of them remembered it and observed proper protocol for Bianca’s safety. Bianca’s protest was muffled as she was now biting down on the gag and unable to speak.

Despite the unusual break from protocol Bianca was not actually worried.

Bianca’s wife attached a pair of realistic fetish cat ears to Bianca’s head. Once in place Bianca’s wife shut and locked the top and side doors of the kennel. Bianca’s arousal caused even greater strain on her caged cock. It was bordering on becoming painful. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on your view, her cock had acclimated over the months of enforced chastity to know exactly how full to become, how hard to get, and now she suffered the torment of strained denial.

Bianca took stock of her situation when her wife walked away. With her hands cuffed to the front end kennel bars and her ankles cuffed to the back end kennel bars the need to lock the top and side doors of the kennel seemed unnecessary as her steel bonds would keep her in place and compliant.

Gagged, cuffed, kennel locked, cross dressed in a clearly immodest outfit Bianca succumbed to the inevitable thrill of arousal as she submitted to her dominant wife. When her wife returned and tossed a cover over the kennel, blocking her view and plunging her into darkness her penis throbbed again in denied arousal.

She couldn’t wait to see what her wife had in store for her tonight!

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Sisterhood – Initiation Ch. 22

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The curtain glanced off Leah’s shoulder as Yvonne let it fall back into place behind them. She looked out over another time-worn stone chamber. It was about as long as the one they had just crossed, but narrower. At the far end, another curtained archway was just visible. Iron candelabra hung from the ceiling all along the length of the chamber, throwing a gentle yellow light that cast flickering shadows onto the stone. The air was warm as it had been in the first chamber, but without the humidity, and a slight draft of fresher air flowed towards her, hinting at an opening to the surface somewhere far off ahead.

The only items of furniture were grand four-poster beds, like the one Leah had seen in Lena’s suite, only bigger. But there were lots of them. They lined each of the two longer walls of the chamber, spaced at regular intervals, their headboards against the wall. From the canopy of each bed hung curtains that screened them off at each side and at the foot. These were made of a light, gauzy fabric with a purplish tinge to it. Some of the nearest beds, a few paces away from where Leah stood, had their curtains drawn open, revealing a plush duvet and pillows. Some of the other beds had their curtains closed, but the material was transparent enough that Leah could just make out the outlines of the piles of cushions within and see that they, too, were unoccupied.

Curling itself around the wooden leg of one of the nearest beds to her left, Leah saw a familiar-looking black and ginger calico cat. It froze as she saw it, met her gaze with wide eyes, then darted out from under the bed and scampered away.

Looking at the twin rows of beds stretching out ahead of her, the layout and decor of the room put Leah in mind of something like a medieval hospital ward. There were sounds to match, too. From further along the chamber, a blurry murmur of girls’ voices echoed against the stone walls, some moaning, some crying out, too indistinct for Leah to be sure whether they were cries of pleasure or of distress.

Leah turned and looked at Yvonne, whose face wore an expression of rapt excitement. “I just love the acoustics in here,” Yvonne grinned at Leah.

From somewhat closer up ahead, maybe only five or six beds away, came a louder and clearer voice, “Uhh, fuck!” the voice groaned, deep and hoarse, “Oh… yeah! Uhhnh!”

“That’ll be you in a moment,” Yvonne took Leah by the hand and led her towards the closest bed on the right, with its curtains tied open.

“Oh, yes please,” said Leah. She laughed, in part to conceal a rising nervousness. She felt she had had enough experience with Yvonne and the other Sisterhood girls by now that she shouldn’t be apprehensive about it any longer, but despite herself she was. Her heart raced and her legs trembled as she accompanied Yvonne over to the bed.

Leah noticed then that hooked on to the footboard of each bed were two wicker baskets. She and Yvonne were standing in front of the baskets attached to the be that Yvonne had chosen. One basket held a pile of neatly-folded fluffy white towels. The other contained a heap of small silk scarves in various colors and patterns.

Yvonne reached into the basket and plucked out a purple and white checkered scarf. She pulled it taut and then tied it around one of the corner posts of the bed.

“Is that to show that the bed is occupied?” Leah asked.

“Yeah, I suppose a scarf means the bed is occupied,” Yvonne replied, looking down into the basket again, “But there’s more to it. You can use them to indicate what you are willing to do. It’s like a code.”

“Oh,” Leah found the idea of a code quite exciting, another of the Sisterhood’s secrets that she would be privy to. “So what are my choices?” she peered over into the basket with Yvonne.

“I’m trying to remember them all,” said Yvonne, frowning, “The purple and white one I just tied means that you want to fuck Sisterhood girls.”

Leah was surprised, “Doesn’t that kind of go without saying, if I’m here?”

“Um, yeah, sure it would be a bit of a waste to get here and then not want to at all,” Yvonne acknowledged, “But even a dick-worshiping slut like you might want a break after a while. And then you’d just untie it. If you want to relax with another girly-girl, for example, and do pussy rubbing or whatever it is that you girls do.”

“Other…” Leah took a moment to search out the word among the few items of Sisterhood vocabulary she had committed to memory, “Other dmurrhisi can join me too?”

“Yes,” Yvonne pulled out a handful of scarves, “In fact the white scarf specifically invites other dmurrhisi. I’ll tie a couple of them on for you already in case some nice ones come by while we’re fucking.” Yvonne tied two white scarves above the checkered one.

“A couple?” Leah asked.

“The number of scarves indicates how many at one time,” Yvonne explained, “And you never know… I saw some really hot twins at the ball earlier.”

Leah reached into the basket herself and took another purple checkered scarf in her hand, wondering, “So if I tie on another of these…?”

“No! Oh no no,” Yvonne cut her off, snatching espiye escort the scarf from her hand, “No way am I sharing you with any of those stupid bitches.”

“Well you’d better fuck me good then,” Leah giggled, pulling out another scarf and flinging it in Yvonne’s face.

“Right,” Yvonne’s jaw clenched and her expression hardened, “Here you go.” She grabbed hold of Leah by the thighs, holding her just below the backside, and with a sudden powerful heave lifted her up and threw her over the footboard of the bed.

Leah shrieked as she felt herself flying through the air, arms flailing, then she landed flat on her back, sinking into the thick duvet. The mattress had a firm spring to it, and she bounced back a few centimeters up into the air before coming to rest. She reached up to pull her hair from her face in time to see Yvonne hurriedly knotting three more scarves to the bedpost.

“What are those ones for?” Leah asked.

Yvonne reached behind her back, straining to get at the clasps that held her bodice in place. With a frown she yanked and pulled it open, to slide her dress off the front of her body. “They let girls know where you want it,” replied Yvonne quickly, pointing at each of the scarves she just had tied, “Mouth, pussy, ass.”

“Good to know,” said Leah. She stretched her arms out above her head and spread her legs, enjoying the soft, clean caress of the bedsheets against her skin. Despite her mounting excitement, she mustered the presence of mind to commit the three colors to memory with some hastily-devised mnemonics. Blue for the mouth: She thought of how a lovely hard dick made her mouth water, and blue being the color of water. Pink for the pussy: That one she found intuitive enough on its own. And green for the butthole: With a private chuckle she imagined herself showing some beautiful, well-endowed Sisterhood girl a green traffic light for ‘Go! Fuck me in the ass!’

“What are you giggling about, slut?” said Yvonne as she kicked off her shoes. In one eager bound she leaped up over the footboard to land kneeling between Leah’s spread legs.

“Were you going to give me any choice about those?” Leah looked up into Yvonne’s eyes, laughing.

“Would you have chosen differently?” Yvonne replied.

“Well, no,” Leah conceded, “Fair enough. I want it in all of them.”

“Thought so,” Yvonne leaned forward and grabbed Leah’s wrists to pin her arms above her head, “You’re the kind of girl who loves dick so much you almost wish you had more holes to put it in.”

Leah made to offer a half-formulated retort, but before she could begin to speak, Yvonne clambered forward, straddled her above the shoulders and sat down roughly on her face. Yvonne’s big firm balls squished against Leah’s lips and Yvonne’s dick came down squarely between Leah’s eyes.

Yvonne deftly switched both Leah’s wrists into the grip of one hand and used the other to start pumping herself. She gave her dick several furious tugs, and with each yank upwards Leah felt the skin of Yvonne’s ballsack stretch taut against her lips. Then Yvonne pulled her dick up flat against her stomach before letting it fall with a rigid slap against Leah’s forehead.

“Mmm,” Leah purred. She slid out her tongue and stretched it as far up the back of Yvonne’s balls as she could, lapping and tickling at them.

“Ohh fuck,” Yvonne groaned, “Okay, mouth time.” She drew back, tracing along the ridge of Leah’s nose with the tip of her dick until reaching Leah’s mouth.

Leah giggled, giddy with excitement, as she kissed once, delicately. Then she tensed her lips into a firm ‘O’ and lifted her head abruptly forward to swallow as much as she could in one forceful gulp. Yvonne thrust forward and drove her dick the remaining distance into Leah’s throat until it could go no deeper, with Leah’s nose pressed up against Yvonne’s stomach.

Leah felt her throat spasm and tighten, trying to squeeze Yvonne back out. She drew back just enough to breathe in once deeply through her nostrils and calm herself until the reflex had subsided. Then she rammed her head forward several times in quick succession, gulping and groaning noisily as Yvonne’s hard dick slid rapidly in and out.

“Fuuuck, you’ve gotten good at this all of a sudden,” Yvonne sighed. She leaned forward and lay out flat on her front, the full weight of her lower body against Leah’s face. Then she began thrusting, pushing Leah’s head down into the duvet with each shove and twist of her hips.

Leah let her tensed muscles slacken and abandoned herself to being used. She heard her own moaning deep and resonant in her chest, her throat blocked tight. With each shove from Yvonne, a ringing jolt of pleasure shot down her spine to where her pussy ached and pulsed. She could feel its wetness on the skin between her legs.

Yvonne was grunting and gasping and her movements seemed to be increasing in intensity. Leah knew that before long she would need to breathe, but she stayed herself, holding on for as long as she could. She tried to focus on the warm, throbbing pleasure that was building up inside her instead of etiler escort on her increasingly urgent need for air. She tried to arch her back and writhe with her hips so as to press her pussy against the bed beneath her, but with Yvonne’s legs pinning her shoulders she failed to win more than a tantalizing light tickle of the sheets against her skin.

Just as Leah was mustering the will to struggle free or cry out, or even try to lift up her leg and kick Yvonne in the balls, Yvonne suddenly rolled off and released Leah’s wrists from her grip, her dick sliding roughly out of Leah’s mouth.

Leah’s first desperate gulp of air sounded out like a cry of shock as she inhaled deeply. It felt as if she couldn’t fill her lungs fast enough. Tiny chaotic patterns of light swam before her eyes, and the rush of relief that spread out into her limbs was so intense that she felt it might almost push her over the edge of orgasm.

“Sorry, had to stop,” said Yvonne. She leaned back on her arms, panting, “You nearly made me come, you delightful whore.”

Yvonne’s dick stood up taut and twitching, glistening with saliva. Without waiting to fully catch her breath, Leah rolled quickly over and threw one leg across Yvonne’s lap to straddle her. She reached hurriedly between her legs to take hold of Yvonne’s dick and guide it home as she sat firmly down and twisted her hips to grind herself onto it. “And now, pussy time!” Leah giggled.

Leah’s gleeful laughter faded into a deep, heartfelt groan as she felt her aching, wet pussy swallow up Yvonne’s dick in one smooth glide and then clamp tight around it, pulsing hard. She became suddenly aware of just how much tension had built up inside her as the muscles of her limbs jerked stiff in a brief but uncontrollable spasm. Her toes curled and cramped, and she squeezed Yvonne’s hips between her thighs, then reached forward and planted her hands on Yvonne’s small, soft breasts to scrunch into them with her fingers.

“Ouch!” Yvonne squealed. Her expression hardened, lips puckering into a mean pout. Then she lifted one arm and brought it swooping down to smack Leah hard on the thigh with a loud thwack.

Leah jolted with surprise at Yvonne’s sudden retaliation, but the sharp sting of pain across her skin melted quickly into the hot rush of pleasure that was flooding her body. She began lifting and grinding her hips to slide her pussy up and down on Yvonne’s dick.

“Ohh! Yeah!” Leah heard herself groan. She scrunched her eyes closed, focusing on savoring the sweet promise of release that she could tell she wouldn’t be able to hold back for much longer. She leaned backward and put one hand on Yvonne’s leg behind her to steady herself as she quickened her grinding, bouncing her body firmly up and down to slam Yvonne’s dick into herself.

Leah realized suddenly that she was still wearing her tight top, and reached to peel it up and over her chest, then struggled it off over her head and arms. She put her hands to her head to fluff up her hair and shake it free of her face.

“Oh yes,” Yvonne murmured enthusiastically, “Spill those fat tits.” Then she reached for Leah’s hips and with a careful yet irresistible strength threw Leah off her, flipping her over onto her back and pushing her down against the bed.

What had felt like the first slow rush of release just before the point of no return stalled abruptly as Leah’s pussy was suddenly unfilled. It ached agonizingly as Yvonne shuffled forward on her knees to position herself between Leah’s spread thighs. She took hold of the heels of Leah’s shoes, then hoisted Leah’s legs straight up into the air and pulled them apart.

“Ohh yes,” Leah sighed as Yvonne’s dick finally found its way back inside her with a swift, powerful shove of Yvonne’s hips. “Fuck me!”

“You know…” Yvonne grunted as she began an energetic thrusting, “I knew even back when I first saw you that you would be… uhh… a moaner.”

“Oh yeah?” Leah groaned obligingly. The burgeoning wave of relief throbbing up from inside her pussy was slowly slipping beyond her control. She relaxed, abandoned herself to pleasure, and let the tension escape her throat as a loud, heartfelt moan. She sensed her awareness of her own body gradually intensify until she felt acutely the weight of her own breasts shaking back and forth over her chest as Yvonne slammed into her, and the tight stretching of the muscles of her calves and thighs where Yvonne held her legs in the air. Then the wave crashed and release flooded through her. She gritted her teeth, threw her head back and drew a deep, murmuring sigh of satisfaction as her pussy clenched hard around Yvonne’s hardness in delicious hot spasms.

“You coming?” Yvonne asked. She slowed her movements a little.

Leah could only nod and smile, exhaling slowly through pursed lips. The glowing relief of her subsiding orgasm spread like a viscous warmth through her insides and out into her limbs. Her body tensed and jerked with each of Yvonne’s slowing thrusts.

Leah felt the skin of her cheeks and chest warm and flushed. She drew a deep etimesgut escort breath and looked up at Yvonne with a smile, “Okay. More.”

“More of the same?” Yvonne asked.

“Whatever you want,” Leah replied, “You’ll just have to fuck me quite hard if you want to make me come again soon.”

“Good. That’s what I was going to do anyway,” Yvonne let go of Leah’s shoes and let her legs fall.

Leah reached up to put her arms around Yvonne’s neck as Yvonne leaned forward to lay herself out on top of Leah’s body. Yvonne’s first kiss surprised Leah with its tenderness. She had been expecting the same aggressive, careless passion that had characterized Yvonne’s approach to sex so far, but instead Yvonne seemed to forget herself, or her thoughts were momentarily elsewhere, and her lips simply clasped gingerly against Leah’s.

Then Yvonne shook her head, throwing her silky dark hair about her face. She gave a short, shrill laugh before her wistful smile hardened, jaw clenching tight. “Say my name,” she whispered through gritted teeth as she shoved her hips up against Leah’s.

“Oops!” Leah giggled as she felt Yvonne’s dick poke brusquely into the skin of her thigh just shy of her pussy.

Yvonne shoved again, considerably harder, and her dick found its target and drove deep in. It was hot and hard, and pushed Leah firmly open despite the last tight clenches of her orgasm. After lingering only a moment inside, Yvonne began slamming hard and fast with her hips. Leah found that her pussy had become so slippery with excitement that she was wet as far as the skin of her thighs, and despite Yvonne’s energetic, haphazard technique, her dick slid smoothly in with each thrust regardless of whether it landed on target.

Yvonne bit her lower lip. “Be a good girl,” she said, “Say it.”

Leah groaned and tightened her embrace. She closed her eyes and arched her back as a fresh swell of tension began to build inside her. “Uhh… fuck me… Yvonne.”

“Come on. Moan for me,” Yvonne commanded, thrusting still faster.

Leah’s body bounced and shook against the springy mattress of the bed as Yvonne pounded at her. “Fff- Uhhn… Fffuck me Yvonne…. Make…. me…. come.”

“Louder,” Yvonne grunted breathlessly, “So the other girls can hear.”

That particular thought, the thought that other girls might hear her cries of pleasure, burrowed quickly into Leah’s imagination, rousing her fantasy. She imagined some of the other girls in the other beds wondering at what they heard, and envying her, wanting that pleasure for themselves. Maybe some of them would reach to stroke themselves. Or a Sisterhood girl might pass by, browsing, and her dick would slowly rise and stiffen when she heard Leah’s voice, and she would want to be next in line to fuck that loud, wild girl and make her groan some more.

“Ohh, fuck, yeah!” Leah abandoned herself to enjoyment. She scrunched her eyes closed, threw her head back against the bed and cried out hoarsely, partly in performance, partly in an earnest release of tension. “Uhhh… Yvonne… you’re making me…. cccome!”

Yvonne slammed yet faster and gave a shrill grunt of exertion Then Leah felt her second climax burst inside her suddenly, quicker and hotter than the first. It was tinged at the outset with a hint of pain as her pussy clamped hard and tight against Yvonne’s unrelenting thrusts, then throbbed out into the rest of her body as a wave of relief. “I’m…. uhh… I’m… coming!” she groaned.

Just as the throbbing had begun to fade and Leah was drawing a deep sigh of satisfaction, she felt her pussy suddenly empty again as Yvonne pulled out. “Quickly,” Yvonne commanded, her hand on Leah’s hip, “Turn over.”

Leah found she could only barely gather the strength to comply, and she rolled herself lazily over onto her front, letting Yvonne’s firm, strong shove do most of the work. It dawned on Leah what must be coming next only moments before it actually happened. She felt Yvonne push her thighs apart and then something warm, hard and moist nudge up against her butthole.

There was a groan of resignation or of relief from behind her and Leah realized with some excitement that Yvonne was already coming. She felt a first hot spurt from the tip of Yvonne’s dick just as it began pushing its way in. The slippery wetness of Yvonne’s already gushing dick helped ease it through the tight ring of muscle at the opening of Leah’s butthole with a minimum of friction. Leah remembered just in time to relax, and she let the whole of her lower body go limp, from her legs up to the muscles of her stomach. She lay against the bed and let herself be used.

Yvonne grunted and thrust, writhing with her hips. She was rougher, less considerate than Lena had been, and drove herself immediately as deep as she could. Leah offered a private, giddy prayer of gratitude for her own big backside, which in her prone position somewhat cushioned the thrusts and prevented Yvonne from getting the full length of her dick inside. The penetration was at first acutely uncomfortable, having caught Leah somewhat unprepared, but slowly she felt the same dull, warm ache gather inside her that she had discovered with Lena. She focused on the exciting sensation of Yvonne’s hot, forceful spurts against her insides, and on the sound of Yvonne’s desperate grunting and gasping behind her, and found that she could gradually mold and will the mild pain into a subtle kind of pleasure.

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Shipwrecked on Futa Island Ch. 04

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Ms. Murphy Saved by the Nubile Futa

Danielle Murphy

I was so envious of Sam.

I couldn’t look away from the fit, young woman as she worked on the StairMaster in the gym of the cruise ship. She was so devoted to staying in shape. She had a toned and athletic figure, her black hair in a ponytail. She wore a pair of tight shorts and a sports bra, her body gleaming with sweat.

With sweat!

I needed to do that if I wanted to shed these last twenty pounds. It was so hard. I had let myself go during my marriage, depressed by how the man of my dreams had turned into a complete piece of shit. I finally had to divorce him. I knew it went against the Bible’s teachings, but he was toxic.

Now I wanted to get back in shape and meet a better man.

So I had to work on it.

My boobs bounced in my tank top as I peddled away at the exercise bike. I worked at it hard, just unable to look away from Sam. That girl was giving it her all. She glanced back at me. Embarrassment flushed through me.

I shouldn’t be staring, but then she smiled and worked harder.

I guessed she didn’t mind.

We both had to find good men to marry. She was young. She could make that decision right the first time. I hoped she did. She didn’t want to end up like me. Thirty-three and divorced and with a plump rump. It jiggled even in my yoga pants.

I had to peddle faster.

Agatha Hart, the preacher’s wife who had organized this cruise, popped in the gym for a moment. She swept around like she was looking for something. Probably her daughter Chantelle. The goth girl was on the wild side.

Samantha glanced back at me again.

I had to keep going as hard as she was. Not give up. No slowing down. I just had to peddle, peddle, peddle.

Ugh, my legs burned. I was breathing heavier and heavier. I wanted to stop, but she kept going. She didn’t give up. If that young girl could do it, so could I. So I peddled through the soreness in my legs. I kept peddling. I would make it. Nothing would stop me.

But I was so sore. I slowed. Then–

The entire ship lurched. I gasped as it threw me off the exercise bike. I hit the floor. My head smacked–

* * *

My eyes fluttered open slowly. I was laying on my back. My head throbbed. I blinked as I stared up at a lightening sky. The sky? Why would I be staring at the sky? Did I fall asleep somewhere on the cruise ship? Maybe down by the pool.

Only…I was lying on the sand.

I heard waves lapping on the shore. I sat up and I was lying on the sand. A crab scuttled by my feet as the surf lapped against it. The sky was getting brighter to my right. To the east. I frowned. I was staring north on a beach.

An island?

How did I get here?

I stood and brushed the sand off my… naked ass. My big boobs swayed back and forth. My bob of red hair brushed my cheeks. I blushed, looking around at the white sand beach. It ran east and west. To my east, there was a spur of the island that the sun was rising over, revealing lush vegetation like Hawaii. To the west, the beach curved to the southwest almost at once, following a bay and what looked like a river dumping into it. A mountain lay on the other side of the beach. A small one rising covered in trees then…

An even bigger mountain rose almost directly south of me. It thrust up above the jungle, clearly a volcano. We were in the South Pacific on the cruise ship. I remembered being on the exercise bike and thinking how hard Sam was working out then…

A crash.

I hit my head.

I spotted a lifesaver near me. I must have washed ashore and passed out. I hit my head, that was why I didn’t remember anything. But what happened to the cruise ship? Was I the only one who got off? Was Sam okay? The other women from my church? From the other churches that had come on the ladies’ retreat?

“Oh, no,” I groaned, my heart racing. This was bad. I was on a tropical island. Alone. Naked.

The sun cleared the spur of the island, the world getting brighter. I already felt the thirst building. I stared at the bay and what looked like a river. That had to be fresh water. Just what I needed. And people lived around rivers, right?

This island couldn’t be deserted?

What were you supposed to do when shipwrecked on an island? Find food? Shelter? Water? Get help? I didn’t know how to do any of those.

“Useless as always, Danielle,” my ex-husband’s voice growled through my mind.

“I’ll show you useless, dick!” I hissed and stamped my foot. My large breast jiggled and swayed before me. I was not useless. I was more than capable of finding food and water and shelter. I would get rescued.

Show that prick not to underestimate me.

And I would find the others from the ship, too. They were all okay. The cruise ship had plenty of lifeboats. Enough for everyone onboard. I remembered the muster drills from the second day out at sea. So they were fine.

I marched down the beach with such determination. ermenek escort My feet kicked up the white sand before me. I passed the dried seaweed had left on the beach. Carried in by the tide or something. Seagulls cawed in the air.

My boobs bounced. I missed my sports bra, but I was the only one here. I wouldn’t let being naked stop me from getting to safety. Nope. I would show that jackass.

I power walked down the beach, covering the ground without tiring myself out. That was important. The river came closer and closer. And it was a river. I could see it flowing out of the jungle. This guiding beacon that led me on.

After maybe thirty minutes of walking, I reached where it poured into the sea. It was maybe thirty feet wide and didn’t look deep. The water rippled where it flowed in. Waves washed into the river and swirled about in strange patterns.

I marched up the bank. It was covered in grass that was safe enough to walk on. I moved up from the mouth until I was sure that it was only fresh water. I stared at it. It looked clean. There were black, volcanic rocks lining the bottom. But they weren’t covered in algae or anything.

I dipped my both hands into the water and cupped them. I brought the water to my lips and drank from it. I groaned at how sweet it was. I gathered more, gulping it down. The water spilled down my chin and ran down my sternum to my breasts.

I shuddered at that sensation.

I dipped my hands in one more time, drinking my fill. I wiped my lips and looked around. Now I had to find food. There would be something growing along the river. I just had to locate it. I marched up the river, my hips wiggling from side to side.

My boobs bounced as I marched along the grassy edge. It was soft on my feet and easy going. There were plenty of trees. I looked around at them. I saw green bunches in some that looked like bananas.

But they didn’t look ripe at all.

So I kept going. There had to be food along this river. It had a placid look to it. The water moved sluggishly to the sea. It was leading towards that big mountain. That made sense. It would be running off it.

After another half hour, it swallowed and washed over stones. Not quite rapids. I felt like I was heading uphill now. But I kept going. I scanned around for something to eat. My belly was starting to rumble. All this exercise wasn’t helping.

“I’m probably working off that extra fat in my ass,” I said and slapped my rump. My butt-cheeks jiggled.

I had to keep morale up.

“Do you ever get off that fat ass, Danielle?” echoed through my mind.

“I’m off it now, prick,” I hissed and kept marching. I would find something to eat.

The terrain grew steeper. I was definitely climbing in elevation. I wished to find something good to eat. I spotted a tree that had fruit in it. I stared up at it, judging the height. They looked like ripe passion fruit. I nodded and grabbed the tree.

I could climb this.

The bark was rough on my hands and feet. My boobs jiggled. I pulled myself up the branches. It was slow going, but I climbed higher and higher until I reached the fruit. I reached out and grabbed one. I tore it loose.

“Huzzah!” I cheered. “Take that, you prick!”

I bit savagely into the passion fruit. I groaned at the sweet juices that spilled down my chin and suffused my taste buds. It was such a delight to taste this wonderful treat. This ambrosia that soaked my tongue in such passion. I groaned and quivered, loving how amazing this tasted. Just reveling in the potency of this fruit.

It was wonderful.

“Oh, god, that’s good,” I moaned and took another bite.

I tore through the colorful flesh of the fruit, savoring how it tasted. I had never tasted anything so good in my life. I leaned against the branch of the tree and devoured it, tossing the leftover down the tree. Juices had fallen on my breasts, coating them in the sticky delight. More were on my fingers.

I didn’t care.

I suckled on my fingers. I nursed them clean of the juices then grabbed another one that looked ripe and ready. I tore into that one, too. I groaned and shuddered. It truly was ambrosia. This was such a heady delight to enjoy. I was so thrilled to enjoy this.

I sucked the juices off my fingers and tore into the next one. I groaned, savoring how good that one tasted, too. A shiver shot through me. My face contorted with delight. I nursed off the juices from my fingers. A big smile spread on my lips.

“Wow, that’s really, really good,” I groaned.

I had more juices on my boobs as I reached for a third. I had worked up an appetite marching up the river. I tore through this one so fast, tossing the remains down once more. I sucked the juices off my fingers, so glad that I could enjoy this delight. I felt so amazing as I chomped on the fourth. The fifth.

By the sixty, I felt full. Sticky and wonderfully full. I stared down at my big boobs just covered in juices. I looked down eryaman escort at the tree and…

“Holy sneakers!” I gasped, staring at how far away the ground was. How had I climbed so high and not even noticed?

I swayed there and grabbed the tree, afraid I would fall over. This was insane. I trembled there, my heart racing in my chest. My heart thundered fast. I swallowed, my fingers twitching as I gripped the tree. Vertigo beset me.

How was I getting down?

I couldn’t climb down this. It was insane. I was afraid to move. Those branches weren’t nearly as sturdy as I thought they were. What if one broke? I didn’t want to die alone from a fall. And what if I survived but with a shattered leg?

I would be in agony for days before I finally succumbed to my injuries.

“Lord, what have I gotten myself into,” I breathed, trembling here. My entire body shook. My boobs jiggled back and forth. I swallowed, staring back down at the ground again. I felt so dizzy. I would fall. If I wasn’t careful, I would plummet to my death.

I didn’t want that. But I couldn’t stay up here. I’d run out of fruit. I’d need to get water. I just had to do it. I just had to step down but… It was so scary. I whimpered, reaching my foot down to the branch below me and…

It was just out of reach. I would have to slide more off my perch.

A scared groan rose in my throat. I yanked my foot back and shook my head. This was nuts. I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t some great explorer or anything. I was just a dumb woman who got stuck in a tree.

“I’m going to die her,” I groaned.

“You die?” a voice asked from behind me.

I shouted in fright and jumped so much I almost fell. I scrambled and caught the branch, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I steadied myself and turned to find a young woman, maybe eighteen or nineteen, dangling there. She had blonde pigtails that fell towards the ground and ended in a tangle of frizz like she hadn’t combed her hair in a while. Her brown eyes stared at me.

“You no Jane!” she gasped. “Where Jane? Me miss Jane!”

“I… Who?” I asked, shocked by this girl. She was hanging upside-down from a vine, gripping it with her hands and her feet, her legs spread wide and…

She had a cock thrusting from her crotch. A big, hard cock. My eyes widened at the sight of one that dwarfed what my ex-husband had. I shuddered at the sight, my heart lurching. I thought she was a girl, but…

No, she had breasts. They weren’t big breasts. Small, maybe little B-cups at most. But that was a cock she had. And it thrust from… Were those pussy lips? She had a sparse bush of blonde hair that didn’t hide her… pussy.

She was a girl with a dick thrusting from where her clit should be.

“Ugh, me no find Jane!” the girl moaned, swinging there. “Not Jane! Not!”

Tears welled in her eyes. I blinked. “Um, no, I’m Danielle. Or Ms. Murphy, if you prefer. You look like you’re the age of the girls I teach.”

“Teach?” she blinked. “What teach?”

“You know, school?”

The girl scrunched her forehead up tight. “Me… Me… Remember… Bell?”

I nodded. “There’s a bell at school. Who are you?”

“Abby!” She grinned now, her tears forgotten. “Me Abby, you Ms. Murphy! Not Jane! Me said. Miss Jane.”

“Who’s Jane?” I asked.

“Sister!” She swung from side to side. “Jane Abby sister! You know Jane?”

“Sorry,” I said. “She wasn’t on my boat.” I swallowed. “Are you from a village, or something? Why are you naked? Doesn’t it get tiring hanging from the tree? Your face is going red.”

“Too many sounds!” She shook her head. “Abby hate!”

“Sorry,” I said. The girl clearly didn’t speak English properly. It was like she was Tarzan or something. She spoke in that stereotypical way of a savage raised alone in the jungle. But she had a sister.

“Do you live here?” I asked, shifting on the tree.

“Not here!” She pointed, my stomach lurching as she held the vine with only one hand now. “There!”

“But on the island?” I asked.

She cocked her head. “Island?”

I sighed. “Okay, and, um, why do you have a penis?”

She frowned. “Penis?” She shook her head. “What penis?”

I pointed to her cock, not wanting to say that word out loud. “That. That member. You’re a girl, but you have… You have a… a…”

“Futa-cock!” she said, grinning. “Don’t Ms. Murphy have futa-cock?” She peered down at me. “No clit-dick. You no clit-dick. Woman! You woman! Me futa!” Her smile grew larger, flashing her white teeth. She had braces.

I gaped at those. Braces? She acted like she was raised in the wild, but she had modern orthodontic work. And given her age, there was no way she didn’t have those put on more than a year or two ago. That was insane. Why was she acting like this?

Then she darted her head towards me. To my shock, she licked the passion fruit juices off my left tit. I gasped as she grazed my nipple. It sent this sudden rush of heat down to my erzincan escort pussy that was already… Wet. Arouse. Her futa-cock was turning me on. It was so big.

“Hey!” I gasped. “You can’t lick my boob.”

“Me can!” she said and did it again. Her tongue was so wet and hot as it licked up to my nipple. I gasped as she suckled on it this time. She nursed off the juices on me. My cunt clenched with the pleasure of her doing that.

“Abby,” I whimpered as she nibbled on my nub with her soft lips. My eyes flicked to her girl-dick. It twitched and throbbed. Liquid beaded at the tip.

Precum dripped from her cock and splashed on my other boob. Her curls gleamed with her pussy juices. She was obviously aroused by this situation. It turned her on. I groaned as she suckled at me. A wave of heat rushed through me. Her futa-dick throbbed.

“No, no,” I whimpered, my cunt on fire. “You can’t just suck on someone’s nipple without permission! That’s not right.”

She slid her mouth off my nub and asked, “Why?”

“Because you have to get permission to do that,” I said then gasped as she licked up more of the juices. “Abby!”

“Sweet!” she said. “Ms. Murphy like nipple. Me like nipple. Why no suck?” She breathed in and glanced to my pussy. “Ms. Murphy wet. Want Abby. Abby cock. Abby boobies. Abby pussy. Ms. Murphy want!”

I swallowed. “N-no, I don’t!” I groaned to the upside-down girl. “I’m straight. I like men. I don’t like girls or… or futas.”

Her right hand shot from the vine and plunged between my thighs. Before I could stop her, she cupped my red-furred muff. I gasped as her fingers rubbed at my pussy lips. This barely legal futa was caressing my nethers. Pleasure rushed through me.

She pulled her digits away and held them up. Juices gleamed. A big smile, flashing her braces, spread on the upside-down futa-girl. I was soaking wet. I could smell my tangy aroma wreathing the air. Then she licked her fingers and quivered in delight.

“You wet!” she said eagerly. “You like!”

“Well… I…” Flustered heat swept through me. I was turned on. I had liked this young girl suckling on my nipple. She had nursed on me with such passion. “But that doesn’t mean you can– Oh, Lord, yes!”

Her mouth suckled at my nipple again. She nursed on me with an almost innocent abandon. Like she didn’t really know it was sexual. This eighteen-year-old girl with a massive cock was almost virginal. But she knew how to touch my pussy. She had that obscene dick thrusting from her crotch.

Now she nursed on me with such passion. She suckled on me with such force. I groaned as she did that. She felt so good suckling on me. It was such a wonderful delight to have her tongue swirling around my nub.

My pussy clenched with the heat of this moment. This dizzying heat swept through me. I shuddered. I was older than her. Nearly old enough to be her mother. I shuddered. I had a child. That made me a…

MILF.

A MILF with a hot, young futa-girl sucking on my nipple like it was the best thing in the world. She nursed on me with such force. She danced her tongue around my nub. She teased me with it. This was so wild. My cunt clenched with delight.

I moaned. My legs spread wide as I leaned again that trunk of the tree. This girl was so strong. Her pigtails draped down my belly as she hung here upside down. She nibbled on my nipple with that naughty hunger. She suckled hard.

My face contorted with the delight of her hot mouth nibbling on me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, my pussy growing wetter. The tangy scent of my cunt filled the air.

And with it was this sweet aroma. That was her pussy. I glanced up at her futa-dick thrusting out of her pussy folds. Her juices trickled through her sparse bush and dribbled over her pubic mound. One stream reached her stomach, winding towards her bellybutton.

The drop reached her bellybutton and clung there. I stared transfixed at it.

I shuddered then gasped as she released my nipple. Then she lowered herself. I gasped as suddenly that bellybutton was coming closer. And… I licked it. My tongue danced in that naval for a moment and swirled around, gathering up her sweet pussy cream.

I groaned at how much I liked it.

She giggled. “Ms. Murphy naughty! Me like!”

Her futa-dick slapped into the top of my head then dragged over my face as she buried her head between my legs. My eyes widened as she nuzzled right into my red bush. She found my pussy lips and started licking.

I gasped as the spongy crown of her dick dragged over my face. A quiver of heat ran through me. She left a smear of precum on my face then her tip reached my lips. I groaned and gladly opened my mouth. The salty flavor suffused my lips and mouth.

Groaning, I swallowed the tip of her girl-cock.

“Yay!” Abby squealed in delight. “Ms. Murphy good!”

She lapped at my pussy with such wild hunger. Her tongue fluttered up and down my slit. I groaned, loving what she did to me. It was an incredible delight to have her licking and lapping at me. She caressed me with such uninhibited joy.

Abby loved pussy. She loved my pussy. She worshiped it as she hung upside down. Her cock throbbed in my mouth. I moaned around that dick as the pleasure rushed through me. I trembled, suckling at her.

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Road to Becoming a Sissy Bitch Boy

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The road to becoming a sissy bitch boy

I never fully understood why I just didn’t seem to fit in. 22 years old, a recent high school graduate, decent looking. Just painfully thin. Most of the guys I knew at high school seemed to fall into some sort of group. Athlete, scholar or nerd. I was not masculine enough for sports, nor smart enough to hang with the book worms, or terribly good with computers. I just sort of “existed”

I always imagined myself as a normal, good-looking boy, but in reality, I was more feminine than male, and I knew it. I never developed the chest hair, or the muscles most boys have at my age. At 5’7 and 118 lbs., I was the kid the jocks picked on. Often called names like queer, twirp, sometimes worse. Gym class was a nightmare. When I was forced to shower, I often grew the stares of the other boys. While my appearance was frail, hairless and timid, my genitals developed out of proportion to the rest of me. More like that of a well-endowed man. A seven-inch cock really stands out on a boy so skinny. If the guys in the shower at school ever saw me fully erect, the name calling and teasing would have been far, far worse. I quickly noticed I was bigger in that department than every other guy in the shower. And most guys I’ve seen in porno clips. Although I never measured, I guessed my cock was ten or eleven inches hard.

I’d always been attracted to the girls at school, but just never had the nerve to talk to any of them. I seemed to notice things like their shoes, or the clothes they wore. I fantasized about what they were wearing under their fancy skirts and blouses. I soon discovered the world of internet porn, and that remained my only release for the hormones I felt maturing inside my body. Jerking off two or three times a day was not unusual for me. Usually to older women feminizing young men movies. This seemed to arouse me the most, but I strangely found myself fascinated with the men in the films. How large their cocks were, how obedient and subservient they were. The look of humiliation as they were dressed in panties, bras and stockings and forced to service their Mistress, and other slaves. I felt ashamed, but I usually shot my load a lot quicker if the guy in the film was strong, well hung, and wearing panties. Another thing I discovered from his porn addition was my fetish for panties. How they looked, and how they felt against my throbbing cock. I “borrowed” a few pairs from my mom’s laundry basket and wore them for most of my private sissy jerk off sessions. I soon decided erciş escort to wear panties all the time. They were easy enough to order on line, and my mom would never find out as long as I did my own laundry. Ejaculating into my pretty panties became the rule, not the exception.

Due to financial problems at home, I was not provided the opportunity to attend college like all the other kids at school. I remained living at home with my strict mother, stuck in the small town I grew up in.

My mother had arranged a summer job for him down at the Local garage, changing tires, cleaning up the shop, and various other duties the mechanics didn’t want to do. I hated it. The work was too strenuous for someone my size, and I struggled lifting the tires. And just like school, the men there made fun of me, and laughed at me due to my lack of physical strength. I knew he’d better get out of there, or it would not end up good.

At the end of the summer, I applied for a position at a coffee house a few towns away. Busing tables, cleaning up and restocking the supplies were all things I could easily do. I was accepted, and looked forward to leaving the humiliating job at the garage. After two weeks, things were going well. I seemed to fit in, and made my first real friend. Xander, the assistant manager, was only two years older than me and we seemed to have a lot in common. I figured his real name was Alexander, but everyone called him Xander. Xander also had a small build like me maybe ten lbs. heavier. And he never talked the macho smack most guys did. In fact, we often laughed together when we noticed girls coming into the bistro wearing outrageous outfits, or shoes that didn’t match their purses. Life seemed good now. I had a job I liked and a friend to hang out with, one that didn’t seem to hung up on masculinity. Based on his body language, I suspected Xander was gay but I wasn’t about to judge the only friend I had. On more than one occasion, I noticed a large bulge in Xander’s tight jeans, and caught him checking out my ass. I didn’t care, I was just happy to have friend I trusted. Having someone “check me out” was something I had never experienced, and it excited me in a way I had never felt before.

One night as our shift was about to end, Xander invited me join him at a local bar a few doors down for an after-work beer. Although not a huge drinker, I did love beer. The thought of socializing with my new friend outside of work seemed like a great idea. After locking up the store, we walked the short balıkesir escort distance to the bar, and found an open booth. Xander ordered us two beers, and seemed to know most of the people working there. The bartender and the waiter both called him by name, and asked to be introduced to me. I was impressed with the friendliness of everyone. The bar was small, but had that home town feel that was appealing to me. A pool table, a small dance floor and lots of neon bar lights took up most of the room. I also noticed a few doors marked “staff only” which seemed odd, but I shrugged it off.

After finishing our beers, we agreed it was time to head home. We were both off from work the next day, and planned to spend the day together over at Xander’s house. Xander lived with his mother and stepdad. He told me they would both be at work, so we had the house alone for most of the day. A day of hanging out, playing video games and having fun sounded good. Plus, Xander had a pool at his house, even better.

I woke up early, and made myself breakfast. Then packed a small bag. A towel, extra shirt a pair of panties and a bathing suit. I knew all I had to swim in was my spandex speedo. I figured it would just be just Xander and I, so what the hell. It was hard to hide a 7-inch bulge in pair of speedo shorts, but it was all I had, and planned on staying in the water most of the time.

When I arrived, Xander was out back by the pool. Music playing, beer in hand. I grabbed a beer and sat by the little bar they had set up. Xander was sitting on the edge of the pool rocking to the music. It was apparent he had a few beers before I got there. We sat around the pool, drinking beer and talking. Xander made it known after a few subtle hints, he was in fact gay. Or bisexual at the very least. By my reaction and body language, he could tell I didn’t really care.

After a few beers in the hot sun, I felt a beer buzz beginning, so I went to the cabana to change into my skimpy speedo. When I returned, Xander stood up to get another beer, and I noticed the huge, almost erect outline of his cock in his swim suit. Amazed, I couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch. l felt my cock instantly harden. Xander walked over and said “like what you see?” I couldn’t speak, but I think the semi-hard cock in my speedo answered his question. Without saying another word, Xander slid his hand slowly into my suit, gently grabbing my cock and slowly massaged it. I didn’t protest, and semi-hard went to rock hard in an instant. I ereğli escort just closed my eyes and let the events unfold. All my thoughts about why I was different were becoming clear. “Am I gay” I thought? At that moment I didn’t care. Gay, BI or Straight, it didn’t matter. This felt incredible, and it was the first time someone else had touched my cock. Xander guided me over to one of the beach chairs and sat me down. “Pull my cock out” Xander ordered. Mindlessly following the older boy’s command, I pulled his suit down to his knees. Xander’s hard cock sprung out of his tight suit and was at eye level. “Omg, his cock is just as big as mine” I thought. “Stroke it pool boy” purred Xander. Without hesitation I did as I was told. Starting slowly, I felt this huge hunk of meat throb in my hands. Gliding my hand up and down the shaft, over the tip, and back down to his balls. I watched Xander’s eyes roll back, and heard a low moan coming from my new friend. I knew what was coming next, and knew there wasn’t much I could do to stop it. Xander lowered his hips, and slid the tip of his hard cock into my mouth. I thought about protesting, but knew I wanted this. Xander started slowly at first, then picked up the rhythm. His hips thrusting slowly, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I felt like I had been transported into one of the porn movies I often jerked off to. I knew at that instant; I was a born cock sucker. I reached down, and pulled my cock out of the leg band of my speedo. I began jerking my own cock, trying to match the rhythm of my friend’s cock thrusts. It felt so naughty, so humiliating, but I didn’t care. After three minutes, I felt myself going over the edge. The muscles in my legs started shaking, my balls tightened, and with a grunt that sounded more like woman than a man, I shot my huge load of cum all over my leg and pool deck. Two large spasms, and three smaller ones. Xander had watched my orgasm and got more aggressive. Thrusting into my mouth over and over. Face fucking me like a faggot. Feeling his cock about to explode, he grabbed me by the hair, and sunk his cock deep into my mouth. Spurt after spurt of sticky cum shot out of his spasming cock, filling my mouth and running out the side and down both cheeks. I had no choice but to swallow it.

We both collapsed into beach chairs and tried to catch our breath. Before either of us could speak, the unthinkable happened.

The music playing went silent. Both our heads spun in the direction of the stereo. Standing there, with her arms folded across her chest was Xander’s mom. Standing directly behind her was his stepfather. They both look pissed off beyond description.

With an “OH SHIT” we leaped to our feet, trying to pull up our swim suits, and wipe away cum at the same time.

The story continues, with Ian’s Road to femdom.

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Pushing the Limits Ch. 02 – Mariaxx

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Author’s note: This is the second instalment of this cross-category series and a follow up to ‘Pushing the Limits’. While part of a series it is intended to also work as a standalone story.

Whereas the first story dealt with incest/taboo this is a crossdressing/transgender story. There are references to an incestuous encounter, but no incest sex is described here. There are also elements of non-consensual/reluctant sex in this story.

The next story after this will explore Jean’s trip to Bangor and what happened when she met her friend.

Enjoy

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Just 4 people remained in the factory building as the machines fell silent. Richard was now isolated in the security room. Nothing to do but monitor screens and perform hourly checks, inevitably he was bored.

Already Richard had his feet up on the desk and was scrolling on his phone. Having blown the balance on his online betting account and vented his anger at the world on Twitter, he decided to turn his attention to porn.

Richard had a broad palette when it came to porn, you name it he’s jacked off to it. He had been through his lesbian porn phase, his bdsm phase and he had recently developed an interest in watersport porn. But without doubt his favourite category at this time was transgender or ‘shemale’ porn (the term he used).

Richard gave little thought to why he found trans porn so enticing, but he was blown away by these smoking hot women with an insatiable appetite for sex and a surprise between their legs. Flicking through videos on a free porn website, Richard stopped on bid of his favourite pornstar Dina Splendina. This video showed the buxom blonde Dina 69ing with a similar looking blonde female while a guy fucked her in the ass. He opened the belt of his trousers and opened his fly to give a bit of space to his already hardening cock.

Richard moved to another video, this showing Dina with three guys. She was getting fucked by one, giving a blowjob to another, and herself fucking the third guy, all at the same time. Richard couldn’t resist anymore and slipped his thick 8-inch cock out through fly.

Richard kept skipping through videos and pulled away at his cock throughout. Each time he felt ready to cum he pulled back, edging along, sweating, drops of precum seeping onto his hand. He managed to keep this up for an hour. The skin on his cock was now getting red and sore, his balls were starting to ache. Richard needed to fuck someone, anyone, as soon as possible.

Richard did briefly think of his wife Elaine. By far the hottest woman he’d ever fucked, and he was married to her. But that cold bitch didn’t interest him anymore. It had been months since they had sex and Richard was in no doubt that it was her fault. She thought she was so much better than him, better educated, healthier, smarter. All of her family were the same. He knew they looked down on him. He knew they never wanted him to marry Elaine. But they were teenage sweethearts.

Richard was quite a catch in his youth, tall, dark, handsome. Star of the football team, he had his pick of the girls. After getting married he gave up the sport, and while still physically imposing he let himself go a little bit. Things were good for quite a while; they inherited a fine house from Elaine’s Dad and the kids arrived. But looking back he now felt he had walked into a trap. He was now stuck living in the same locality as Elaine’s family, living under their scrutiny. His job options were limited, he had no real friends.

Richard logged into his account on funsexmeets.com, a hookup website. He’s had some meetups with women on the site, but it wasn’t just any woman he was looking for tonight, he wanted a transgirl.

Unfortunately for Richard full time transsexual girls were few and far between, in his area at least. The transsexual section of the site included Crossdressers, and in truth, nearly everybody there could be described as such. He scrolled through profile pics without paying much heed of the bio. One by one he ruled them out, ‘too hairy’, ‘too old’, ‘too fat’, he thought to himself. Every now and then he would come across a hot looking girl but inevitably they were far away. He considered leaving the site to check for escort listings when he spotted her.

‘Maria xx’, ‘how on earth could that be a guy?’ Richard wondered. Long slender but shapely smooth legs under black stockings. Black lace panties with suspenders which contrasted beautifully with pale skin. A flat toned midriff beneath a black lace bra. Actual real looking cleavage. Straight black hair draped over narrow feminine shoulders. And best of all, the app said she was less than 10 miles away.

Richard had one hand stroking his cock as he flicked through Maria’s images. Such tempting poses. On the floor, on the bed, stood in a doorway, each time pushing out her assets for full view while deliberately covering her face. ‘Interested in women and Crossdressers only’ her profile read. ‘Fuck that’ elbistan escort thought Richard, ‘wait till she sees my cock that will turn her’. He snapped a picture of his rigid, precum leaking cock and sent it to Maria with just two words ‘hey baby’.

* * * * *

It was Monday night and Mark was relieved to have had work to distract him from what had happened the previous Friday night with his sister. He was experiencing a cocktail of emotions, confusion, shame, guilt, pride. Yes, pride. In reaction to his initial shame, he filled with pride for acting on his instincts. Why should he and Elaine be ashamed? What business was it if anybody else? They had been close since the day he was born, they knew each other better than anyone else knew either of them, why couldn’t they have this secret to themselves? He knew he could keep it buried; he was good at that.

This was of course just a coping mechanism, an attempt to justify his actions to himself. Guilt was the overriding emotion, guilt for cheating on his wife Jean. He felt some guilt for involving Elaine, but not for causing her to cheat on her husband – if you were to ask Mark, Richard was an obnoxious, selfish dickhead with whom he maintained the facade of a friendship for the sake of the family.

Some further mental gymnastics helped Mark shift some of the blame. As much as he loved Jean, this really was a reaction to their own frustrating bedroom situation. Their sex life was never hectic, but in the last few months things had really dried up. He always suspected that there was something Jean wasn’t telling him, something that was holding her back.

Of course, Jean could simply blame Mark, ever since she found out about his interests. About two years ago Jean had walked in to find a bra, panties, stockings, and suspenders lying on the bed – she had no underwear like that. She confronted Mark and he had to admit he had a fetish for wearing women’s clothes.

Initially Mark naively thought this was an opportunity to spice up things in the bedroom, he pleaded with Jean to let him dress with her. But she never agreed, indeed she was disgusted. She asked Mark to stop altogether but he knew that he couldn’t give that commitment. Instead, he kept it hidden. Jean knew he still dressed but he kept it to himself. They got on with their lives and Mark detached his Crossdressing life completely from the rest of his life.

Mark could easily go weeks, months even, without thinking about dressing. But once it came into his mind, it became an obsession. Sometimes all it took was to see a woman in a dress that he like or a pair of shoes, or tights, and his mind would switch over to thinking what it would be like to wear it. This would evolve to needing to wear it and would grow and grow until he got the opportunity to dress. When in that mind frame Crossdressing could dominate his every thought. It was for all intents and purposes an addiction, and now the feeling was coming back to him again.

This time Mark was in no doubt as to what started his mind racing – it was his encounter with Elaine and her silken underwear. She had looked so sexy in that bra and panties, Mark needed to feel that for himself.

The call came at 7.30 that night. Jean sounded quite relaxed, but the story she was telling sounded quite distressing. Rebecca was really struggling. She had been physically abused and was in fear for her safety. Jean said that Rebecca had been much better since she arrived, but she still wanted to wait for another week to make sure she was okay. Mark offered to drive to Bangor at the weekend and stay with them, but Jean refused the idea. Rebecca, she said, did not want to see any man at the moment.

That night Mark was alone again in his bed. Crossdressing was taking over his thoughts. But with the guilt of what happened with Elaine already hanging over him, he resolved not to anything else that might upset his wife, Jean.

* * * * *

Thursday night and Richard was back on night shift. After going through his usual gambling and porn routines Richard was back on funsexmeets.com. He checked his messages. Still nothing back from Maria xx. ‘Another stuck up bitch’ he thought to himself.

* * * * *

It was Thursday night and Mark could not sleep. He was now in full Crossdressing obsession mode. It haunted every thought. Coupled with the fact that with Jean being away for so long he may never get such a great chance to dress again, the urge to dress was stronger than ever.

He needed to scratch the itch, so he allowed himself a little indulgence. Last year he had created an account in funsexmeets.com with the hope that he might get to share his Crossdressing with someone there. Mark knew he was good at Crossdressing. He found his own photographs sexy and used them as porn material. But he had a desire to be seen by others. Mark wasn’t necessarily looking for sex. His main interest was having someone to show his cute outfits. If something emek escort resulted, well he was open minded.

Up to now, it had been a futile exercise. Women who liked Crossdressers appeared to be non-existent while the only other Crossdressers in his area were just hairy men in their wives’ panties. As far as he was concerned Mark had no attraction to guys, however when he was in female mode, as Maria, he had fantasies of being submissive, of a guy worshiping his girly body. Having watched porn over the years he had even come around to the idea of sucking a guy off. Cocks look nice he thought. And in his horniest moments he fantasised about the ultimate act of submission, being assfucked like a cheap whore.

These really were just fantasies, because looking at images of guys generally did nothing for him. Mark liked women, he liked femininity. The idea of hairy sweaty rough guys did absolutely nothing for him, but still sometimes he played along. And anyway, despite having chatted with several people at length, Mark had never actually met anybody from this site.

Having checked to see what Crossdressers were online, there were none worth talking about, Mark checked the message log. It had been a while since he checked in but still, he was surprised to see 23 unread new messages. He went through them one by one. 6 were from other Crossdressers, of which only 2 were passable and they both lived in a different country. The other 17 were from guys despite the fact that his profile specifically stated that he didn’t want messages from guys.

Of the 17 messages, 12 included unsolicited dick pics. ‘What the fuck?’ He thought. ‘Does this ever work?’

Ashamed for half the human race having gained an insight to the absolute bullshit that women have to face every day, Mark nonetheless kept checking of the messages.

The second last message, from thundercock85, caught his eye. It was from a guy in the same area as him, and yes there was yet another dick pic. The message was not quite prize-winning poetry ‘hey babe’, without capitalisation or punctuation, was all that it said. The profile pic, in case you are wondering, was also a dick pic.

Mark then noticed that the last message was also from thundercock85 and was sent just hours ago: ‘fuck you snooty bitch where are you why wont u answer me??!!?’

Mark recognising a Grade A bollocks when he saw one, decided to play along. ‘Are you okay big guy?’ was the response to draw him out. Mark noticed that thundercock85 was still logged on. The response was almost immediate.

‘Hi sexy send me ur WhatsApp’

‘Mmm how about we just chat?’

‘Sure, you wanna meet?’

‘Maybe sometime, do you want to exchange pics?’

***dick pic sent***

… and so on. Mark kept it up for a while. He had no interest in thundercock85, but he loved the attention all the same. It did get him thinking even more about dressing though. The urge was stronger.

* * * * *

Friday night. The one-week anniversary of the night with Elaine and Mark had now gone from being riddled with guilt to being ready to explore a completely different sexual experience.

Funsexmeets.com got plenty of attention again from Mark, and Maria xx was getting plenty too. Again, there were plenty of unread messages, five from thundercock alone, but it was the messages from other crossdressers that interested him. Two in particular; a classy older blonde lady called Talita, and a cute young brunette named Belinda.

Mark struck up dialogues with both girls; they shared crossdressing experiences, swapped pics, talked about turn-ons, and then, discussed meeting up.

The thoughts were now all consuming, Mark had to scratch the itch. And so, he decided on a plan. Saturday would be a fund day for Maria xx.

* * * * *

‘She’s gone silent again’ Richard thought to himself as he stared at his phone within minutes of taking up his overnight workstation. “Bitch”, he mumbled to himself.

* * * * *

Saturday morning and Mark was busy getting the clothes, the makeup and the wigs back out of the attic. he then spent over an hour sorting through each of the items and remembering how each of them made him feel when he wore them.

it was still early, but Mark was going to have a bath. it was very rare that Mark would have a bath but this evening he was going to shave, and the bath always made it easier.

Jean had a big selection of bath products, mostly presents received over the years. Mark took a couple of bath bombs and plopped them in. Jean wouldn’t miss them. Mark stripped down, stepped into the bath and let his body disappear under the bubbles. After a few minutes relaxing he got to work with the razor and shaving foam. And it wasn’t hard work. Mark’s body hair was light, fair and sparse. Lifting one long feminine leg above the foam, he started shaving just above his narrow feet. Line by line the razor glided over his body, revealing the smooth skin below. erbaa escort He worked his way up to his thighs, then switched to the other leg. Mark rubbed his hands over his legs to inspect for missed hairs, a feeling that started to get him a little excited.

Mark removed what few hairs there were on his upper body, his underarms and finally he moved to his pubic area. Carefully Mark shaved down to the base of his cock, removed the hair on his scrotum, then delicately removed any hair between his ass cheeks. Now, fully smooth, Mark relaxed again for a little while before stepping out and drying off again. Finally, Mark rubbed lotion over his shaven body, and he was ready, now time to for his plan.

Mark got dressed, in his normal male clothes. He picked up the suitcase he had packed, left the house, get into his car and started to drive. Late on Friday night Mark had booked a room in a hotel about halfway between his house and Bangor. Not too far to travel, but far enough that he would not be meeting people he knew. He was determined to have a meet, hopefully with Talita, or Belinda, or perhaps both, and he was not going to take the risk of bringing them to his home. He was going to stay anonymous.

The Park Manor Hotel was busy 4 star just off the motorway. It was mainly known for hosting business conferences, and the professional but impersonal service made it ideal for anonymous hook-ups.

Mark had little fuss checking in and made his way to room 216. The first thing Mark did was check his funsexmeets account. No message from Talita or Belinda. He sent them each another message. Recognising that they might not come through for him Mark took the initiative and changed his status message to ‘In hotel room, looking to meet’.

Now it was time to dress. Mark stripped fully naked and brought his clothes into the bathroom. He started with makeup. Mark didn’t know much about makeup but knew enough to keep it simple. First, he applied a liquid foundation a little darker than his pale skin tone. Then he applied a lighter powder foundation. Already his face looked smoother with softer lines.

Next it was eye makeup. He applied a little dark eyeshadow – he was unsure how to use it properly – some eyeliner and thick dark mascara. Finally, Mark applied scarlet red lipstick, pursed together his lips and smiled at the results in the mirror.

Mark opened the bag in which he kept his lingerie. What to wear? Why not the black lace set? He loved the feeling of the lace panties as he pulled them up his long smooth legs. Next, he took out the silicone strapless ‘NuBra’, a device designed for women with strapless dresses but loved by crossdressers creating cleavage.

Mark had a slim fit figure but was far from perfect. Throughout his life he was embarrassed by one problem – moobs. perhaps it was a hormonal issue, but he couldn’t shake the admittedly small fatty deposits on his chest. ever since he started dressing though he grew to love this feature of his body.

Mark placed the two adhesive silicone pads on the sides of his chest, just covering his nipples. Then he leant forward and pulled the two clasps together until they met and linked. Next, he pulled on the black lace underwire push up bra and stuffed in a couple of foam pads to round off the look.

Mark loved the classic sexy look, and suspenders were part of that. He fixed them on then took out the light black stockings. One at a time he slipped the stockings up his graceful long legs. As he stared down at the smooth sexy legs beneath him, he could not help but get aroused. If these were the legs of a girl, he met he would be turned on, how fortunate that they were his own. Fixing the stockings to the suspenders he could feel his bum cheeks push up. He loved how suspenders made his bum stick out.

Time to complete the look. The shoulder length black wig with the slight wave, yes that will do. After some combing and brushing, moving and fixing, it was on.

Turning to the full length mirror the transformation was complete. Hair resting on her shoulder, sexy dark eyelashes, full red lips, round ‘natural’ breasts, flat smooth stomach, pert juicy bum and long graceful sexy legs – this was Maria xx.

Time to check back into funsexmeets. The status change had garnered attention, 15 new messages. Maria looked longingly through the messages. She needed go share this sexy body with somebody. But there were no girls and nobody nearby.

Then another message appeared, surprise, surprise it was thundercock. ‘Please baby Im ready, where are you?’

Maria looked back in the mirror. Yes, she was turned on by her appearance. Her cock was hardening inside her panties. She needed to be made feel like a real woman. Could she do it with a guy?

Maria looked back at thundercock’s pictures. What would she even do with that thing? It did look quite nice. She thought what it might be like to suck it. But this guy was clearly a bit of a douche. What if he wants to fuck you? What if he tries to rape you?

Maria was ashamed of herself as the thought of being overpowered and penetrated gave her a flush of excitement. She took a deep breath, picked up the phone and sent a message; “Park Manor Hotel, Bangor Road, Room 216. Go straight to the room, door will be ajar”.

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Saving Justina Ch. 03

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I awoke in the same position as I went to sleep in, spooning Justina. My arm cradling her and my cock pressed up against her cute butt. I was a little disappointed if I’m honest. She had briefly mentioned last night something about a wake-up blowjob. I’d never had one before and the thought of it was very enticing. I considered trying to go back to sleep to give her another opportunity, but I couldn’t. She was too beautiful wrapped in my arms, I was so very horny, but most important of all I desperately needed to pee.

I slowly peeled myself off her and got out of bed. She groaned a little but stayed asleep. I realized she wasn’t wearing any makeup. She put it on every day before leaving her room. Even without it, she was gorgeous. Those high cheekbones and enhanced lips gave her that typical ‘Instagram model’ look. Truth be told her lips were only marginally fuller than before. Her raven black hair was a mess as she lay there but looked luscious against her caramel skin.

Unable to hold off the call of nature I went to the bathroom and peed. Coming back into the bedroom she was still on her back but now stretched out on her back. As the sheet lay over her there was the tell-tale sign of her cock as she was pitching a small tent. I thought ‘well someone might as well get a wake-up blowjob.”

I lifted the sheet at the foot of the bed and crawled underneath careful not to disturb her. I shimmied up until I got to her waist, face to face with her pretty little cock. It was just that, a pretty little cock. I would have never imagined myself saying that a year ago or even 6 months ago but here we are. With me about to give a blowjob to my girlfriend.

I opened my mouth and took in the head and gave it a soft suckle. I kissed and licked the head but Justina stayed sleeping like the dead. Ok then, let’s see how far we can take this. Literally. I opened my mouth and lowered my mouth further and further down her cock. I got almost all the way down until I could feel a small uncomfortable sensation in the back of my throat. I took my hand and with three fingers and my thumb I grabbed the base and started stroking her in rhythm as I sucked.

She started to moan and whimper as I kept up my sucking. I would stop a little while and stroke her a tiny bit before continuing.

“… Mmmhmmm Luke” she moaned. I thought if woken her but it seems I hadn’t. I was still covered by the sheet.

I slowed down removed my hand and went as deep as I could go. I gagged a little bit, rather pathetic considering Justina took a voracious face fucking from my 7 inches last night with ease. However, I managed to keep it down and I had her whole cock in my mouth. I stopped to stroke her, but just as I was going to go down again the sheet lifted off me and I was looking up at a gorgeous, confused and very tired Justina.

“..Luke what…? No” she whimpered.

“Morning lover. Sleep well?” I said still stroking her.

“What are you doing?”

“Giving you a wake-up blowjob.” I said matter if factly, and to illustrate my point went down in her again

“No you’re not suppos….. oh fuck.” My sucking cutting off her sentence.

When I came up again I told her “Lie back relax, let me do this for you.”

“But I was went to wake YOU up with a blowjob.” She pouted.

“You snooze you lose. Or in this case you snooze you win” I went back to sucking and stroking her. Now she was awake I let my other arm venture up and grab her tits. God they felt amazing.

Justina was all whimpers and moans now, it was a delightful sound. I thought about how this was going to end, Justina would happily let me just finish her off with my hand but I wanted it to be extra special for her. At some point I would have to learn to love blowing her and having her cum in my mouth. Even if it wasn’t an everyday occurrence, I didn’t want Justina to miss out on that.

I switched hands and moved my dominant right hand to her lips and slipped my middle finger inside her mouth. She accepted them and immediately started dancing her tongue around them and sucking them hard. My cock went painfully hard at the sensation, imagining it was my cock in there instead. I considered turning round and 69ing her giving her access to suck my cock, but I stuck with my original plan. Once satisfied she’d wet my finger enough, I withdrew it and placed it against her sphincter.

“Oh fuck! Luke?”

“Relax, Justina. Just lay back and enjoy yourself. Let me take care so you.” I said almost pleadingly.

She nodded then her eyes rolled into the back of her head as my finger slipped through her asshole.

I went back to blowing her as I slowly probed my finger deeper hoping to find her prostate. Her hand went to my hair and streamed her fingers through my dark locks.

“Luke… baby… you need to stop, if you keep that up… “

I looked up. “If you dare say I need to stop because you’ll cum in my mouth I’m going to spank you. That’s the whole point of this. I’m treating my girlfriend to the best oral sex possible, erenköy escort get used to it.” I dove down back on her and increased my pace, sucking, stroking and probing.

“Mmmmm. Spank me? Now there’s an idea.” I finally hit the jackpot as I felt a different texture on the tip of my finger, and she began to moan and buck slightly.

“Cum for me baby, please I want you to cum for me.” I sucked on her cock and waited for her to blow.

“Oh fuck Luke, I’m gonna.. you don’t have to… oh fuck I’m gonna cum”

She bucked into my mouth which gave me quite a shock and then I felt her cum spraying into my mouth coating my tongue. I kept sucking and she kept filling my mouth. I realized if I didn’t start swallowing I’d have a problem, so I did. However as I started swallowing her orgasm slowed and her breathing mellowed. I kept my mouth on her cock and finger pressed against her prostate until I swallowed it all.

“Ahhhhhhhh. Oooooo gentle.” She said as I slipped my finger out, probably a little too fast and came off her cock.

“Good morning my dear.”

“Fuck you for being perfect, asshole.” she whinged. “You knew that was my idea and you stole it.”

“Well you just have to get me back another way.” I slid up and kissed her. She still had morning breath but I didn’t mind. I’d managed to give my mouth a quick rinse and clean my teeth when I owed earlier.

She returned the kiss before breaking away.

“FUCK! I’ve got no make-up on.” She said and reached for the sheet to cover her face.

I laughed and she seemed to get a little offended. “Babe I was marvelling at your gorgeous face as you slept. You don’t need any make-up for me to find you beautiful, trust me.”

She kept her sheet over her but lowered to reveal her eyes. “Lies, I don’t believe you.”

“Honey I’d cum all over that face without a second thought.” I wondered if I was a little too crass as she didn’t immediately respond.

“Ok then.”

“Ok What?” I replied not following.

“You can cum on my face to prove you find me beautiful.” My jaw dropped.

“S..seriously? You’d let me cum on your face?” I asked astounded.

“Yeah of course? Why wouldn’t I?”

“I’ve never done that before. I’ve always wanted to, but my ex said it only happens in porn and girls don’t actually like that.” I confessed.

“How many times do I have to tell you that your ex was full of shit. There are lots of girls that enjoy that. Plus I’m not a normal girl am I?”

“No you’re not. You’re better. You’re special and so hot and amazing and so fucking sexy.” I said punctuating my points with kisses.

“Ok! Ok! Get off me! I get it you find me hot. Let me up I need to go to the bathroom.

I let her up and I lay back down on bed. She was in there a while and when she opened the door back up she stood in the doorway, she tamed her hair as best she could and it now straight down past her shoulders to her mid breast. She had put some of her makeup back. Not as heavy as last night, but mascara and lipstick for sure.

“I thought you wanted me to prove I found you beautiful without makeup.”

“No I believe you. Even though I think you’re crazy, I look so much hotter like this.” I felt a big twinge of disappointment for misunderstanding her comment. She did say she wanted me to prove but didn’t say when.

“I didn’t say you didn’t. You’re 10 out of 10 on the beautiful scale without makeup. And a 9 on 10 on the sexiness scale. With makeup you take yourself to a 10. Maybe an 11, not sure.”

She laughed. “You’re a dork you know that?” She came over and kissed me.

“I’m serious Justina. No need to wear the makeup just for me. You’re nuts if you think I wouldn’t love you without it.” I said in a serious manner, so she understood.

“Thanks, but I actually do like getting made up. In fact I’m not done getting ready.” She said leaving me in the bed and walking out.

“Getting ready for what?”

“You’ll see!” She shouted back at me.

I stayed put on my phone, scrolling through work emails. Before she knocked at the door for attention. She was wearing a shiny pink silk robe I didn’t know she had. But that’s not all that was different. She had in her earrings from last night; God I just love Hoop earrings on a woman, and her hair was brushed properly now.

She came into the bedroom doors at the door of the bed and let the silk robe slide off. She was wearing the red lingerie set of bought her.

“Wow!” I said

“You like?”

“You know I do. Turn around.” I told her to turn as I remembered this one had a thing back. She twirled and stuck her ass out a bit. Damn it looked good.

“Your ass looks incredibly fuckable in that dear”

She giggled “Well that will have to wait. I promised someone I’d let him give me a facial.”

My stomach flipped. “You got all dressed up just for me to cum on your face?” I asked.

“Of course, you said it’s something you always wanted to do. If I get to give you one ergani escort of your fantasies and I’m not going to do it half arsed.”

This gorgeous creature had made herself up and got dressed up just to give me the best fantasy possible. Fuck was I lucky.

She knelt down at the foot of the bed. “Come on. I want you here” she said pointing just in front of her. I moved across and sat down in front of her.

“Before we start” I said moving my hand to her cheek and pulling her up slightly so I could kiss her softly. “I love you. You’re incredible.”

She smiled. “I love you.” she pushed me back and cupped my mostly hard cock in her hands. “And I love this cock.” She said planting a kiss on it.

“Mmmm” I moaned, leaning back my arms locked straight behind me palms on the bed. She swirled her tongue around my head looked up and me and took my head into her mouth.

“Oh, damn you’re good at that.”

She chuckled right on my cock and the vibrations were divine. I shuddered a little and the little minx quickly worked out why.

She started sucking in most of my length and humming as she did it.

“Oh fuck that’s amazing.” She winked at me and tucked her hair back over one side of her face. I noticed it was bothering her and she didn’t have her hair tie with her so I ran my fingers through her hair and held it.

I don’t know whether she misinterpreted this as me wanting to be more in control or aggressive, but she started going deeper on my cock, deepthroating me.

“Oh fuck Justina. How are you so good at this.” I muttered to her between pants.

The next time she came up off my cock she said “Practice… ” she went to go back down but stopped to clarify “On my toys of course. My ex wasn’t as big as you.”

“It’s fine, you’re entitled to have previous experiences. What matters is that now it’s my cock that you’re doing an amazing job of sucking.”

“And is my face you get to cum on.” she smiled wickedly, “How close are you?”

“Not far off, you’re too good.” I confessed.

“That’s fine. Stand up.” She said. I did as she asked and stood up. She deepthroated me a couple of times and gave a couple of slow sucks.

“Just remember to pull out when you’re going to cum ok?” I wondered what she meant but then she took both my hands and placed them on the back of her head and then grabbed my ass and started pulling me forward to facefuck her. Message received.

I obliged and rocked my hips back and forth. Not as hard as last night but enough to get her throat to emit those incredible gurgling sounds. Truth is I couldn’t go any faster if I wanted to, she’d gotten me so close it was taking all my resolve to not cum as it is.

“Ready for me to cum all over that pretty face my love?”

She nodded slightly on my cock, and I pulled back. She pulled her hair back and got lower on her haunches tilting her head up.

“Come on baby. Give it to me. Cum all over your girlfriend’s face.” I exploded. The first shot dribbled out and landed square on her nose running down the right hand side of it. “Ahhh yes!” she smiled reacting to the feeling of my warm cum landing on her face.

“Oh fuck nnngggghh” I grunted out as I came and groaned with every shot. The second shot was more powerful than the first, extending up into her hair but leaving a rope down the middle of her forehead. 2 further shots covered over her left eye and cheek and then the last of my load dribbled out over her open mouth which she spat up onto her lips and dribbles slowly down her chin. The sight of my white cum on her caramel skin was something else.

There was a moment of silence before she burst into laughter followed by me.

“Well that was fun.” She said.

“That was amazing”

“That was a lot of cum. Did it live up to your fantasy?” She asked.

“Oh no comparison. You blew that right out of the park. I never imagined it with someone as beautiful as you. Fuck I’m never going to forget this.”

“Well let’s make sure if that. Give me your phone.” When I didn’t react she said “Come on quick before it slides off” she had her arm extended out beckoning for me to give her my phone. I gave it to her, and she immediately opened up the camera from the Lock Screen and posed for a selfie.

“There you go. Now whenever you forget this image in head you can go look at that photo and remind yourself. Or you can just ask to do this again.” She was still making no effort to clean up. Her left eye still plastered shut.

“Fuck you’re amazing. You’d seriously want to do this again?” I asked.

“Hell yeah, any time! I loved it! And even if I didn’t you enjoyed it. Just seeing the look on your face makes it worth it.” She then burst into giggles.

“What’s so funny?”

“Just the look on your face. The way you’re gawking at me.”

“I’m just in shock at how amazing you are. I’ve literally just cum All over you’re face…”

“…Yeah you did.”

“… and you’re telling me you loved it and would do it again. ergene escort I mean if that’s not just fucking perfect, I don’t know what is.” I said to her.

“Well in that case I’m not perfect, because I still prefer it when you cum down my throat…. Speaking of which.” she then started using her fingers to push the pools and ropes of cum on her face down towards her mouth and suck it all in she made a show of it. Showing me how much she loved it. I just shook my head in amazement. The woman I was in love with and was now my girlfriend could be a certified pornstar.

“I need to pop in the shower, care to join me?” Justina asked and I quickly agreed.

Seeming as we’d both just cum there we didn’t do anything sexual in the shower, but it was still the most amazing shower of my life. We spent ages soaping each other up and kissing down each other’s bodies. Her new boobs got a lot of attention which she found amusing. Once we were clean, we embraced my pale Irish skin against her luscious deep colour from her Arabic and Mediterranean heritage. We had our lips locked until the water went cold.

After our shower she needed to dry her hair and I went about fixing up brunch. I thought about my work as I would usually be started by now but decided I’d give myself my first day off in forever.

I made a full English. Beans, sausages, eggs, toast, mushrooms and tomatoes. Enough to replenish all the calories we’d burnt between last night and this morning.

Over breakfast I asked her. “Any plans for today?”

“No, not much. I know I might regret saying this, but I can’t wait to start my job. Doing nothing gets a little depressing, plus I want to start earning money and to start paying you back.”

“You know you don’t owe me rent anymore right?” I said to her.

“What do you mean? Of course I do.”

“No. The rent was for the spare room. You don’t live there anymore. You belong in my bed where I will make love to you every night.”

“Is that a promise Casanova?” She said eyebrow cocked.

“You bet your sweet perfect ass it is.” I said smiling back at her.

She just shook her head. “Fine but at least let me split utilities and groceries. I’ve been scrounging your food for too long.”

I didn’t care about the money, and didn’t need it, but realizing she would feel much better contributing than not so I agreed. “Ok deal.”

After brunch. I asked her if she wanted to go out for a walk in the park. She jumped at the offer. We bundled up to protect ourselves from the cold. She looked so cute with a thick woollen scarf covering half of her pretty face and a beret on her head. It was maybe a little too cold for the walk to be a wise decision. Everyone else seemed to be out begrudgingly. Either walking their dog or the fitness crowd getting in their daily goals, but we didn’t care, we walked hand in hand as a couple. Glancing at each other every 10 paces giddy on the new relationship high.

Eventually we stopped for a coffee and a pastry and watched the world go by. I asked her a difficult question I’d always wanted to ask. “How come you don’t have any friends?”

“Huh?”

“You never mention anyone and never have anyone over, or go out to meet people. I understand with what happened with your family but friends? I mean can’t be you, you’re delightful.”

She burst out laughing at that last remark. Full on belly laugh.

“Well. As you say I am delightful but…. Coming out as gay at 6th form was hard. I wanted to turn my back on that place and everyone with it as soon as I got the chance. I was only at uni for a short time and spent most of it with my ex. I did meet a couple of nice people at my old job, there was one woman Allison, she was really lovely and supportive, but she was in her 50s. I miss her the most. They did invite me out to the pub a few times after work but I didn’t go because I wanted to get back home…. to you.” She smiled and I smiled back. “Now what’s your excuse.” She asked.

“You know my story…”

“Yes, yes, evil ex. Boo hoo. I get it but come on. You’ve been single and alone for how long? You didn’t just get out there? Not even tinder or anything?”

“I tried tinder once, got stood up. It’s hard to just go out and meet people, you know? Most people have them from their childhood, family or colleagues. I got none of all those.”

“We’re a right pair aren’t we?” And we both laughed.

“I only need you” I said.

“Same.” She leant over to kiss me.

At home that evening I was about to start cooking when I saw her sat on the couch scrolling in her phone aimlessly.

“Hey, do you want me to teach you how to cook?”

“Really?” She asked excitedly. “I mean I’ll be terrible. I only know how to beans on toast. Or scramble an egg so get ready for an emergency take away.”

“Come on.” I waved her up, “We’re doing something simple. Chicken breast, potato wedges and green beans. Not the most exciting but given all the fats we had for breakfast and the pastries, something lighter is probably better for our cholesterol.”

“Do you always put so much thought into what we eat?” She asked curiously.

“Of course. I try to make sure we eat delicious food but also eat right. Red meat not more than twice a week, fish at least once lot of vegetables in our curries and pasta sauces. That kind of stuff.”

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Hello everyone, this is my first attempt at writing a story for so please be kind! Any and all feedback is encouraged!

The story is purely fictional and a work of my own.

Tw: This will be a transman/cis-man pairing story so there will be piv sex, and the trans man’s genitals are discussed using female gendered words. If this isn’t your thing feel free to click away!

“Fuck!” I thought to myself as the sudden realization hit that my computer crashed, deleting everything I spent all semester working on.

Maybe I should start by saying “Hello! My name is Blake. I’m a 19 year old college student and I’m a transman.” This isn’t how I introduce myself in person, but I’m going to use this space as a journal so why not be 100% transparent.

I’ve known I was different since I was a kid and I realized I was trans by middle school. My parents were shocked at first but things kinda settled down as time passed. At 5’4” and 120lbs soaking wet I did my best to blend into the crowd but I stuck out like a sore thumb.

Now in my second year of college I was more stressed than ever with classes, group projects, exams, term papers oh my! It felt like I was on a ferris wheel that won’t stop.

I checked the time and it was 9:38pm on a Friday night and there I was writing a term paper instead of partying. All the work I had put into this for nothing now that my computer was fried.

“Fuck! What am I going to do now?” I thought to myself. I made my way back to my dorm and spent some time scrolling my phone trying to think of a way to clear my mind.

“I know what I’ll do. I’ll check the local personal ads and see if I can get up to some fun”

I had found the site by accident after overhearing two guys talking about it in the library. They probably assumed that no one could hear them.

After doing some digging online I spent weeks reading through each ad. Reading about the nasty and freaky things men wanted to do to each or have done to themselves. A familiar blush washed over my cheeks just thinking about some of these things imagining it was being done to me.

I spent a lot of time lurking and never really had the nerve to post until now. I knew I needed to relieve some stress so I got to work drafting up and drafted an ad to get some attention.

“19yo college ftm looking to relieve some pent up stress. Be local and able to pick me up. Please no flakes” There. Short and sweet. Something vague to keep guys guessing. At the last minute I decided to include the sluttiest picture I could find. In my opinion I looked hot, I was wearing a ratty old shirt I cut just short enough to show skin and barely cover my full chest, the tiniest pair of briefs I had that were visible underneath a pair of shorts two sizes too small.

“Post. Now it’s time to wait.” I told myself. A familiar heat began stirring in my groin as I waited and imagined all sorts of fun to be had.

I pictured meeting a stranger and our attraction to one another instantaneous. Two bodies connecting and our mouths telling us all we needed to know about each other. Starting with gentle kisses while our hands explored each other’s bodies slowly the kiss grew deeper.

Our mouths grew open and our tongues tangled, seemingly fighting for dominance. His hands would move slowly from top of my shoulders and arms to my back pressing me closer to him as I felt his hardness press up against my crotch. Feeling the heat growing between us. I move my hands up and down his back feeling his hard back begging him to get closer to me.

We would take our shirts off first and slowly he would move his hands down my back and his fingertips made my skin feel like it was on fire. Electricity ran down my spine as I felt him move further and further down. His hands cupped my ass while I pressed my nails in his skin hoping to mark him.

In reality I had moved my hand down to my crotch pressing firmly over my crotch feeling the heat growing all the while. I moved my hand in circles over my crotch while a familiar wetness started to seep through my shorts. Before I had the chance to take things further I heard a ping from my phone alerting me to responses to my ad.

Looking at my inbox there were about a dozen or so replies so far but they weren’t very promising. Most were one word responses or faceless pictures taken at bad angles.

I nearly decided to throw in the towel before I got one last response from someone who said they were 40 years old, a firefighter, 5’9” with a muscular build, a beard, recently tested, and mobile. Cha ching! He sounded hot and his email also said he wanted to fool around and cum inside me. This last bit intrigued me as I felt a heat start stirring in my pussy. I was always safe and tested once a year since I rarely hookup so the thought of a stranger cumming inside excited me. I’ve been on T for about a year and had an IUD implant eğirdir escort because of my last bf so I let the horny feelings take over.

I replied that I was interested in his offer and free now to meet if he could pick me up. I decided to take a picture to seal the deal so I made my way to my bed, slid my shirt and shorts off, the wetness of my pussy visible from the light briefs I was wearing. Putting a hand over my chest to cover my hardening nipples while making sure you could see the round perky mounds I took a selfie. I took a few and attached my favorite.

He replied almost as fast as I had. “You look so fucking sexy. Which dorm are you in? Let me scoop you up and we can have some fun in my car. I know somewhere no one will see us.” I had never done something like this and I started to feel the blood rush to my head in excitement. He included a few pictures of himself and to my surprise he was one of the firefighters that gave safety talks to incoming freshmen at the start of each school year. He was broad shouldered and square jawed with a dark dusting of hair covering his chest, stomach, and legs. With emerald green eyes I knew I needed him inside of me, bad.

I replied back with my dorm name and he told me he’d be there in 20 after a quick shower. I bolted up out of bed and into the shower. Working quickly I dressed in close to nothing knowing I wouldn’t be wearing it long. A pair of shorts that barely fit, an old sports bra, and a baggie hoodie to hide part of me at least.

Making my way downstairs I was grateful no one was around to see me in my desperately horny state. I felt the cool night breeze on my upper thighs and felt butterflies in my stomach as I had never done this before and here I was offering myself up to a stranger twice my age.

I told him I’d be in the parking lot near the basement exit and what I would be wearing. After a few minutes a car pulled up, a man in the driver seat rolled down the window and told me to get in.

“God you’re even better in person.” He said. A blush creeped over my cheeks. I hope he couldn’t see.

“Thank you.” I replied shyly. I’ve only been with two guys before this and had been in long term relationships with each so I had no idea what to say to a hook up. He put his hand on my thigh while he drove us to a park he knew about the tension growing thicker with each passing minute.

“Don’t be so nervous. I won’t bite.. Unless you ask.” He joked in an attempt to ease my nerves. I giggled at his comment, willing myself to relax.

After what felt like a lifetime we made it to the park, which I later found out was right by the fire station, and thankfully it was empty. He parked, stopped the car and motioned for me to sit in his lap. He had moved his seat as far as it could go and I fit perfectly.

His hands moving over my sweater undoing the zipper the moment he touched my skin it felt like I was on fire.

“God you’re so fucking sexy.” He said. I was grateful it was dark out otherwise he’d see how this comment made me blush.

I put my hands on his chest and felt his hard body up and down. “Thanks. You’re pretty fucking sexy yourself” I replied. A heat began to stir in my groin as we explored each other’s bodies.

He put his hands on the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips met gently at first like the way you shake someone’s hands when you first meet. His mustache tickled my upper lip and I giggled. His kisses were sweet at first while his hands explored my body starting at my back and making his way towards my ass. I moved my body and started grinding my shorts covered pussy over his thigh. Feeling a wetness seep through my shorts.

I felt his tongue graze over my lips and I opened my mouth for him inviting him in for a taste. Our tongues met and danced for what seemed like ages while he made an attempt at removing my sports bra.

“Is this okay?” He asked. My chest used to be a sore subject, something I hid, it was something I started to enjoy and show off as of late.

“God yes!” I pleaded with him and he made quick work of lifting the bra over my tits. I was a little bigger than average in that area so they flopped out in an almost comical fashion, his hands making their way to my tits just as fast as they flopped out.

Seeing the lust in his eyes as he fondled my tits so grew wetter with each squeeze. I continued grinding on his thigh covering it in my nectar. My whimpers and soft moans grew louder as he continued to play.

“Can I?” he asked as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and index finger. I didn’t know what he meant but I nodded. His mouth moved to the nipple he had been playing with and he began to suck on it. Moving his tongue in circles he swirled around my nipple and I was grateful no one was around to hear how loudly I moaned.

I was so caught up in elazığ escort what his mouth was doing I didn’t notice his hand had made its way to the front of my shorts. Once inside his finger grazed my engorged tdick and I nearly lost it.

“You’re pretty sensitive, huh?” he asked in a teasing manner. He went back to working on my pussy moving a finger over my wet slit. I groaned into his ear.

“Need more.” I said as I moved my own hand down to his shorts. Feeling a hard lump I moved to the top of the shorts and pulled his cock out. It was about 7.5” and as thick as my wrist. The head was fat and glistening with his pre-cum.

He seemed to know what I meant. He teased me with his index finger at my opening and I groaned into his ear again at the pressure. His mouth moving between my tits he started pressing a finger into my pussy. He curved his finger looking for my g-spot while moving his hand in and out. I felt electricity run up my spine once he did.

“You’re such a good little slut.” He told me and I had to agree. There I was a whimpering mess for a man twice my age whose name I didn’t even remember. He worked his finger in a steady rhythm, he grew confident and used his thumb to rub my tdick. I was jerking his cock hastily too overcome with the pleasure to be able to focus.

He worked a second finger inside of me and he started to pick up the pace. My moans grew louder and louder the more he worked me over. The squelching of my pussy should never really did anything for me but right here in this moment I wanted his cock to be making that noise. My wetness covering his hand and thigh I knew needed more.

“Can I?” I asked a callback to his own question. “Fuck yes you can!” he replied practically ripping my shorts off and pulling his sweats down before I could process his response.

He teased my tdick with the fat head of his cock and I was fighting back the urge to beg. I groaned with pleasure while we had our sword fight and he ran his cock up and down my slit. He took his hand off his cock and moved them to my hips. He moved my body so that my pussy was sliding over his cock covering it in my wetness.

“Fuck just fuck me” I yelled growing impatient with all the teasing.

“Now, now patience is a virtue, boy.” he replied, taking pleasure in how I was coming undone. He continued grinding our cocks together and I continued to cover his cock in my wetness.

I went for his cock and he grabbed my hand. “Impatient boy. What are the magic words?” he asked. I finally figured he wanted me to beg so I replied “Please fuck me!”

“Please fuck me, what?” he asked while teasing my opening his cock. “PLEASE FUCK ME DADDY” I replied.

“That’s a good boy” he said as he moved his wet cock to my opening, applying enough pressure to ease his head into me. Before he could get too far I put my hands on his chest so I could get used to his cock. It was just his head and I could my pussy start to stretch and burn with how full his cock made me.

He moved one hand back to my tits and started playing with my tits again. Squeezing them hard and rolling my nipple in his fingers while he eased more of his cock into me.

“Fuuuuuck. God you’re so fucking tight. I don’t know how long I’m going to last.” he said and I just now realized he had gone in bare. I was too horny to care and by then he was mostly all the way in.

“Uh uh uuuuuh” I groaned as he bottomed out and I could his pubes on my tdick. The sensation nearly caused me to see stars.

He held me there for a minute while I got used to the girth of his cock. The burn fading while my pussy was being stretched further than it had been in months.

“Fuck, you’re so big” I said and this made him chuckle. I slowly eased off of his cock and then back down. I started riding his cock while he held onto me at the hip and tit.

“God, you’re such a good little slut. “Taking a stranger’s cock.” “Dumb little slut I bet you do this all the time.” “Your pussy is pretty friendly I bet.” he said to me and I was too horny to respond.

He moved both of his large hands to my hips and they highlighted just how much bigger this man was. He held me in place hovering over him while he started to pound.

The sounds of his thrusts were all I could hear.

Thwack

Thwack

Thwack

He was relentless as he pounded me. I thought he split me in half.

“Look at your pretty little pussy all stretched out over my thick dad cock.” he said as he pounded harder into me. Like my moans were an invitation to go deeper.

“Uh uh uuuuuh oh god.” “Fuck yes please” “Harder. Harder. Harder.” I yelled at him. How I managed to get words out was beyond me. All of the blood had rushed from my head to my tdick and all I could focus on was cock that was splitting me in half.

Thwack

Thwack

Thwack

He slammed his cock elbistan escort into me and I ground my tdick into his pelvis. He stopped for a second and moved his thumb over my tdick. “Uuuh fuuuuck.” I managed to moan out. “Look at you, a whimpering little mess.” he said.

He slid his cock out of me with a loud plopping noise opened the door and carried me out to the back seat. The car was low enough that if he laid me on the seat my pussy was level with his cock.

Exposed to the open air I felt a cool breeze on my wet pussy and I begged to be stuffed again. “Please fill me, I need your cock inside of me” I yelled. This made him laugh.

It dawned on me that I hadn’t really gotten a look at his face so I took a better look at him in the cool moonlight and thought “damn, he’s so fucking hot. the definition of a dad.” He was tall, dark hair on his head and a full beard, broad shouldered with hard pecs and a soft dad pouch covered in a light dusting of fur.

He moved forward to play with my still wet pussy and I got a good better at his cock. It stood hard as a rock with a slight curve at the end and a purple head leaking precum. There was a full bush above his cock that looked primal compared to my shaved pussy.

“God I need more of this” he said as he kneeled to be eye level with my pussy. Gone was the need to ask instead he dove head first into my pussy. He kissed it at first, rough and deliberate. His tongue began licking up and down my wet slit as his beard was slowly being covered in my wetness.

He used the flat of his tongue to lick my wet pussy and moved a hand up to one of my nipples to play with. This drove me crazy and I was squirming in the back seat of his car covering the leather upholstery in my wetness.

The way his tongue lapped at my pussy it was like he hadn’t eaten in days. Slowly he worked his way up to my tdick and started with gentle licks. “Fuuuck” I said as he took my tdick into his mouth and began giving me the best blowjob of my life.

“Please more, I need to be filled” I whined. My pussy was aching to be filled again. He obliged and worked a finger into me as he sucked on my tdick.

“Fuuuck please I need your cock” I begged.

He finally came up for air and made quick work of stuffing my pussy. He slid in and was pounding relentlessly in my pussy while his fingers worked my tdick.

“Fuck yes baby boy. You want this load?” He asked.

“Yes please fill me daddy.” I replied.

“Fuuuck it’s been so fucking hot to see you beg.” He told me.

“Say it. Beg for my load. I’m so fucking close” He told me as I felt the curve of his cock hitting all of the right spots as he slid in and out of me.

“Fuuuck daddy.” I said. I was incapable of forming words. I was so overcome with pleasure. He was pounding deeper and harder. I could feel his cock in my throat.

“I. Need. You. To. Say. It.” He said while continuing to pump harder and deeper.

“Fuuuck fuck daddy please give me your load.” I cried out.

“OOH FUCK. Here it comes. I hope you’re ready” He said while pounding me in an animalistic way. I started to feel his cock swell as my toes curled.

“Fuuuck I’m close fucking” I moaned as he kept pounding into me and feeling his hand work my tdick.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Cum on my cock. Fuck I hope you’re ready” he said. He bent in half and laid on top of me taking my nipples in mouth again.

“FUUUUCK FUCK FUUUUCK” he yelled as he flooded my pussy with a hot load. He continued pumping his cock in and out as he shot off spurt after spurt. His cock was making a loud squelching noise as his cum mixed with my wetness and I was sure my pussy was wrecked.

With one final push he thrust deep into my pussy shooting off the last of his cum inside of me. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuuck oooooh” I moaned as I felt my own orgasm take over.

I shut my eyes overwhelmed by what I was feeling and I swear I could see stars. I felt like I had blacked out in orgasm.

Suddenly I felt his mouth on mine and his tongue began exploring my mouth. We kissed for a moment before we both shut down. He laid on top of me breath ragged and his voice horse.

“Fuck that was so hot” he said breathlessly.

“Thanks” I replied. I still couldn’t form thoughts. We stayed like that for a few more moments before he pulled his cock with a large plop. He tossed me my clothes and told me he’d drive me home.

“Gimme your number. I need to fuck your pussy again” he said while handing me his phone. Happily I obliged and sent myself a quick text to save his number. I knew I needed him again soon.

He drove me back to the dorms casually, his hand never leaving my thighs. I can’t recall what he talked about, still unable to form thoughts. I hadn’t noticed we were at my dorm. He parked his car and we kissed goodnight with a promise to meet again soon.

I shot back into the dorm grateful it was late and no one saw me. Once in bed I looked at my phone and shot off a quick picture of my still wrecked and cum filled pussy to him. He responded with a picture of his hard cock poking out from his sweats and all he said was “how do you feel about group play?”

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