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Neural Network Trap Ch. 03

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Femboy helps futa wife assemble a harem. This chapter contains breeding themes and light incest.

***

I officially quit my job after a month of living as a girl without having ever gone back in. We were no closer to figuring out a way back to our old selves. But to be honest, neither of us was looking any longer. The Neural Network VR system was collecting dust in the closet. When we did talk about what we would do once it finished recharging, it was fantasies about further enhancements for our new lifestyle.

But all that was hypothetical. The reality was that we had never been happier. Or richer. The payments kept coming with no sign that they would stop. In fact, they were getting bigger. The first bump came a week and a half after our first time at the club, the second just this past week.

Taylor had become a regular at our apartment. She got fucked more than I did, often stopping by on her way to work to collect a pussy load of cum. Less often she came over to hang out and screw, but her boyfriend was getting suspicious, so she’d told us that wasn’t going to happen anymore.

But the day after Taylor’s bad news there was an unexpected knock on the door. I was on my knees in nothing but a pair of panties, slobbering on my wife’s dick while she watched a video Dr. Pressley had sent her.

“Damn it,” Alyssa sighed, eyes never leaving the screen. “Will you get that?”

I kept going until the knock came again, more insistent this time.

Sighing, I grabbed my t-shirt and threw it on as I headed to the door. One peak through the peep whole, and I yanked the door open.

“Taylor! What are you doing here?”

“My boyfriend kicked me out. Didn’t even let me take my phone.”

“What the fuck? Why?”

She held up her hand. Even I recognized a pregnancy test.

Behind me, Alyssa squealed and ran down the hall, bare feet slapping almost as loudly as her cock bouncing between her thighs. She swept up Taylor in a hug and showered her with kisses.

Dr. Pressley’s moan drifted from down the hall.

“Did I interrupt company?” Taylor asked.

“I need your cock again,” Dr. Pressley begged. “Once a week isn’t enough.”

“Just some fun time with my wife and a video from Beth,” Alyssa said.

“That’s the doctor, right? Maybe it’s time we met. Make things official.”

“Official?” Alyssa asked. She’d been too busy undressing Taylor right in our entranceway to notice that Taylor had waved her pregnancy test. But once she saw it, Alyssa glowed.

They started making out. I prodded them into the hall then shut the door. Our neighbors had been complaining and while we could afford to move, I didn’t want the hassle of an eviction. I turned back just in time to watch Alyssa slide her cock into Taylor.

Like always, I felt a mixture of unbridled lust and painful jealousy. I didn’t have a pussy for Alyssa to fuck. She couldn’t knock me up. When I’d let her know about my insecurities, she’d called me cute. Then she’d fucked me all night until when I came nothing leaked out. She’d made it clear she liked me the way I was and that I was never, ever allowed to use the Neural Network VR system to make myself a real woman.

But I couldn’t help but be jealous of the way she held Taylor and fucked her.

“Once we’re sure she’s pregnant, I’ll let you fuck her,” Alyssa said. Her pace had slowed. She was watching me as Taylor kissed her neck.

It was my turn to squeal and bounce from foot to foot. It had been a long time since I’d had my dick inside anything.

“Go call Beth. Tell her we need an appointment.”

I ran off. Alyssa’s phone was closer so that’s the one I used.

“Please tell me this is a booty call,” Dr. Pressley said as soon as she picked up. “I can’t go another day with your cock.”

“Um, it’s me Dr. Pressley.”

“Oh. Hailey. Sorry, I thought you were Alyssa. Is everything okay?”

I explained what we needed.

“Well, I guess that answers the question of if Alyssa is fertile or not, right?” Dr. Pressley said. “Shit, I probably should have made her use condoms.” She didn’t sound regretful.

“So can you fit us in today?”

“For you two, I can always find time. Bring her by at 4:30.” In the background, Taylor started cumming. “And make sure your wife saves some for me.”

“I don’t think that will be a problem. I’ve never seen her fail to get it up or cum.”

With an appointment in hand, I went to tell Alyssa. The two were still going at it, now on the floor with Alyssa on top pounding hard enough that Taylor would have bruises.

Alyssa was whispering into Taylor’s ear. The little Asian slut was nodding and responding ‘yes’ to whatever Alyssa said.

I only found after afterward, while Alyssa was fucking me as I sucked cum from Taylor’s pussy, that Taylor was moving in with us.

“That’s okay, right babe?” Alyssa asked. She was plowing me. My cheeks stung from where she’d spanked me.

But there was a note of a real question in her voice. Alyssa was asking my permission for her pregnant lover to dörtyol escort move in.

And Taylor waited, her eyes nervously on me.

It was up to me. But there was only one real choice.

“We’re going to need a bigger bed,” I mumbled through the folds of Taylor’s pussy.

***

As soon as the doctor’s office closed and the last staff left, Dr. Pressley waved at us from a side door. When Alyssa, Taylor, and I were inside, Dr. Pressley greeted me with a hug, Alyssa with a tongue-filled kiss, and Taylor with a bemused scan from head to toe.

“So, this is your type,” Dr. Pressley said.

“My type is slutty and willing,” Alyssa said. “And a pretty face doesn’t hurt.”

“Are you calling me a slut?”

“And willing.” Alyssa pushed Dr. Pressley against the wall and raised her skirt. “Not going to deny it?”

They were going to fuck. Taylor was watching with wide eyes. I wonder if she felt the same confusing jealousy I did. But no, she was grinning.

“This is way hotter than I thought it would be,” Taylor said.

Except Alyssa only put the tip of her cock in Dr. Pressley. “No cock for you until after you’ve examined Taylor.”

Dr. Pressley moaned but nodded. As she fixed her skirts and led the way to an exam room, she looked at me. “You married a real bitch.”

I giggled with her. She meant it the way I did when frustrated by Alyssa. No one knew better than me how Alyssa could make you want her, make you feel how much she wanted you, then pull back and force you to wait. I loved it. From the way Dr. Pressley rushed through the exam, I knew it worked for her too.

“Definitely pregnant. Healthy. Too early for the ultrasound to show the sex, and my office isn’t set up with a sonographer. I can give you a referral.” Dr. Pressley paused. “If you’re going to keep it. I can discuss other options.”

“We’re keeping it,” Taylor and Alyssa said at the same time.

Dr. Pressley raised an eyebrow. She looked at me and even though she’d been fucking Alyssa too, I could see she was checking to see if I was okay.

“Taylor is moving in with us.”

“Just my luck,” Dr. Pressley said. “I finally find the perfect cock, and she goes and knocks up another slut.”

“Don’t be jealous,” Alyssa stroked Dr. Pressley’s cheek. “I’m going to breed you next.”

“Is that a threat, or a promise?”

“Whatever you want it to be.”

Dr. Pressley’s cell rang. She ignored it as she kissed Alyssa, but it started to ring again and this time she looked at it and sighed.

“It’s my husband.” She put a finger to her lips. “Hi honey, I’m with a patient… No, I can’t just leave a young, unmarried woman facing an unexpected pregnancy for tomorrow… That’s not happening…”

I don’t know what got into me, but I was possessed with the deep need to take a more active role in Alyssa’s affair. I needed her to know that I wasn’t just okay with other women, but that I wanted it. For her. For us.

Or maybe deep down I was a horny slut turned on by the idea of my wife knocking up a married woman.

Whatever the reason, I slipped next to Dr. Pressley and undid her skirt. She swatted at me, but I fended her off. Her husband wasn’t giving up, so she couldn’t put up much resistance.

I slid her panties to the side. She was wet. I had planned to finger and lick her to get her ready for Alyssa, but she didn’t need it. I took a taste anyway, then tried to force her to bend over Taylor and the exam table.

I had no chance. Dr. Pressley was bigger and stronger than me and silently smirked at my attempt to position her for sex.

Alyssa would help. Quick as a flash, I had her cock out and in my mouth. I slobbered on it without a care for the noise I was making, then pointed her to Dr. Pressley.

“Do it. Right now. Make her scream,” I whispered into her ear, stroking her cock. “Make her yours.”

Alyssa was looking at me as if I’d gifted her the world. I thought she might cry, which while touching, was not the mood I had been shooting for.

“I’m the luckiest wife in the world,” she said, gently kissing me. “Now, I want you to crawl between Taylor’s legs and get some pussy. I don’t want anyone saying I neglect that little cock of yours.”

I’d forgotten that she’d promised me sex with Taylor if she was confirmed knocked up!

I was up on that table with my skirt pushed up and my cock sticking out before she could change her mind, earning a shush and a nasty look from Dr. Pressley.

“Be nice,” Alyssa said loudly. Then she spanked Dr. Pressley’s beautiful thick booty hard enough that she yelped.

“Nothing, just the patient’s friend–” Dr. Pressley tried to explain, but it turned into a moan as Alyssa slide every fat inch of her cock into her pussy. “I can’t do this.”

Alyssa stopped. I did too, my dick just tickling Taylor’s pussy. Had we pushed Dr. Pressley too far?

“I can’t do this right now. I’m with a patient.” Dr. Pressley hung up.

We all waited, suspended pending her reaction.

“Why aren’t dulkadiroğlu escort you fucking me?” Dr. Pressley asked.

“Phone call seemed like it was getting serious,” Alyssa said.

Dr. Pressley sighed. “Sorry. Ever since my husband found out he’s infertile, he’s been picking fights. Nothing makes a man more annoying than insecurity. But that doesn’t have anything to do with us. I need that cock in my married pussy.”

Alyssa obliged. Eyes wide, I followed her lead, thrusting into Taylor. She sighed and gamely reached down to rub her clit, but like me, she was focused entirely on Alyssa and Dr. Pressley.

“So, your husband is infertile?” Alyssa asked, slowly thrusting in and out.

“Yeah. We’ve been trying for a year with no luck. He refused to see a doctor until after I’d seen a four specialist to confirm the problem wasn’t me.”

“But now he knows.”

“Got the test results the week after you fucked me the first time.”

Alyssa thrust all the way in then stopped. Slowly, she worked Dr. Pressley’s blouse open, then pulled her bra up to free her breasts. Taking a nipple in each hand, Alyssa began to twist and pull. “He’ll know you’re cheating once you’re pregnant.”

“Yes,” Dr. Pressley moaned. Her hips ground against Alyssa. “I don’t care. I want children, and he’s been an ass ever since we started having problems. Last night, he threatened to move out if I brought up getting pregnant again. I’m done with him. I told him to find a place and he started backtracking, asking if we could try counseling.”

By this point, I had stopped moving in Taylor. After a month of only occasional blowjobs to stimulate my penis, her warm, wet pussy was too much to handle. I needed to hold off until Alyssa was filling Dr. Pressley.

They started fucking again.

Dr. Pressley’s phone rang. It was right by my hand. I knew how to give my wife what she wanted, and realized I needed that more than I needed Taylor’s pussy. Pulling out, I grabbed her phone but swiped away the call from her husband.

“What’s your unlock code?”

“5439,” she answered reflexively.

I unlocked her phone and started filming. “You like that cock?”

“God, yes,” Dr. Pressley answered. I wondered if I looked that fulfilled when Alyssa fucked me. It was Beth’s eyes that told how lost she was to dick. They had that vacant stare, seeing but uncomprehending. Her husband could have walked in right then and she wouldn’t have noticed.

I panned down to her pussy. Frothy white arousal coated Alyssa’s cock. Dr. Pressley’s lips gripped the shaft. Gently, I reached out and cupped my wife’s swinging balls.

“Breed her,” I hissed, massaging those fertile testicles that could barely fit in one of my hands.

For once, Alyssa obeyed an order from me. She shoved in as far as she could go. Just enough of her cock remained visible to see it swell and pulse and jerk. Cum leaked from the tight seal of Dr. Pressley’s pussy.

I tilted the camera. Dr. Pressley had propped herself up, the vacant look replaced by one of bliss.

That’s where I panned away to the two positive pregnancy tests sitting on the counter. They were from Taylor, but they’d be true for Dr. Pressley soon enough.

Behind me, Dr. Pressley started cumming. She wrapped her legs around Alyssa and pulled her down for a kiss.

Taylor wrapped her arms around me from behind, propped her head on my shoulder, and reached down to tease my unspent prick.

“What are you doing.”

“Editing,” I said, tapping away. Actually, all I was doing was adding captions. The video stood for itself.

I interrupted Alyssa and Dr. Pressley when I was done. Alyssa watched the video with amusement and satisfaction. From the way she was looking at me, I knew I had earned myself a night of her riding my ass.

The video looped back to the start.

“Is it wrong to get turned on by a video of yourself fucking?” Dr. Pressley asked. “Because I am.”

“Then we’d both be wrong,” Alyssa said. She pulled out and offered her messy cock to me to clean. I went to town. “Going to send it?”

“That would be the end of my marriage.” Dr. Pressley giggled. “Or what’s left of it. And wouldn’t look good for the divorce…”

No one tried to convince her. I slobbered away on Alyssa. Taylor had moved to join us, kissing my wife. Alyssa slid an arm around her and with the other started to rub Taylor’s belly. She was still a ways off from showing, but the message was clear.

“Fuck it,” Dr. Pressley said. She tapped on her phone. “I might need a place to stay. Can I crash with you?”

Alyssa pulled Dr. Pressley to her. She had an adoring woman on each arm, and me on her cock. “No, I think we’ll take your house. We’re going to need the space.”

***

It was a big day. New Bed Day, to be exact. The Alaskan King was so big that we’d had have the moving guys relocate a vanity and a dresser to one of the guest bedrooms right next to the unplugged Neural Network device–which I doubted would ever be düzce escort plugged in again. The crew of two didn’t seem put off by the size. In fact, since realizing that the four of us intended to share the bed, they had become very, very friendly.

“Perfect,” Beth said, walking around to check another angle. She pulled out a tape measure, then declared that the bed was centered. The two guys got to work assembling the rest of the frame and headboard with care and diligence that I was sure they’d never put into a job before.

Even for these two brutes, the mattress was tricky. An hour after Dr. Pressley had sent her husband the video of her getting bred, she’d been served with divorce papers. The speed with which the papers arrived meant that things had been in the works for a while. The next day her husband was gone, and we had moved in. After moving things from our apartment, the first order of business had been ordering the biggest bed we could find. Doing test measurements was one thing, seeing it in the bedroom was another.

“Maybe we went too big,” Dr. Pressley said as the movers wrestled the mattress through the door frame. Even still in the vacuum pack, they struggled to maneuver the heavy, unwieldy foam mattress.

“No. It’s perfect. Room for the four of us.” Alyssa beamed at the new bed. “And one more.”

I felt my heart flutter. She wasn’t done collecting sluts. My mind raced through who it would be. Taylor’s influencer friend, Jill? She had a video blog showing off trips and a glamorous lifestyle that Taylor had recently started playing for Alyssa while sucking her cock.

Or maybe Becky, the lonely housewife living next door to our new home. She’d married a doctor who ignored her, and from the way she strutted about the neighborhood we all knew she was desperate for attention and dick. Then there were Alyssa’s countless friends. More than a few had hinted they wouldn’t mind hooking up with the new Alyssa.

“Hailey,” Alyssa said, “I heard your sister is back in town.”

Or that. Kaitlyn, my younger sister. She was hot. My friends had never let me ignore that. I now knew that at least Logan had hooked up with her. We were siblings, so my transformation to a girl had left me looking remarkably like her. So closely that Logan had gone as far as kissing me without realizing I wasn’t Kaitlyn.

My wife liked pussy. Since growing that beast between her legs, she’d made it crystal clear that the new order of our life together was her fucking real women. First Beth, then Taylor.

But Kaitlyn represented a threat to my place in our new order that they did not. She was me but more. Pussy. A womb. My mouth was dry wondering if my wife was going to replace me with my sister.

“Just imagining the two of you on my cock together is getting me hard,” Alyssa said, wiggling her hips. Her thick dick swung in her sweatpants.

My mouth watered.

One of the movers choked. They shared a look, and within a minute they were packing up their tools and asking for one of us to sign the delivery paperwork. They were out the door before Beth could offer them their cash tips.

“Men,” Alyssa said, shaking her head. “Nothing worse than dudes so insecure that they can’t handle a little competition.”

We laughed, and I realized that I identified more with her, Beth, and Taylor than my old male self. I thought back to when a kinky night for me and my wife was some gentle pegging with light femdom.

My thoughts were interrupted as Alyssa scooped me up and tossed me on the bed. I bounced, then twice more as she threw Taylor then Beth. She surveyed us like a queen inspecting her servants.

Beth rolled on her side and drew me into a kiss.

I still found it hard to believe that the babysitter I crushed on was now part of my sex life. We kissed. I ate my wife’s cum from her. And since a week ago when she’d slapped an ultrasound down on the table, I’d fucked her twice.

“Stop that,” Alyssa ordered. “Get comfy like you’re actually going to sleep for once.”

I pouted but nestled back into Beth’s arms. Taylor and Alyssa needed space when they slept. I was a cuddler and had slept better than ever since Beth started spooning me at night.

“Perfect. Enough space for me to fuck one of you while the rest sleep.” She dropped her sweats, then jumped into bed between me and Taylor.

“What about Kaitlyn?” I asked.

Alyssa propped herself up on one elbow. “What about her?”

“Is there room for her, too?”

“Are you asking me to seduce your sister? To turn her into a slut like you?”

Was I? I didn’t know how to separate what I wanted from my need to please my wife. Was there any difference?

“I don’t know,” I said at last.

“That’s not no.” Alyssa pulled me to her, wrestling my shorts down. Her cock nestled between my cheeks. “What if we let fate decide?”

I groaned as her cock pressed against my ass. “Fate?”

“Chance. Destiny,” Alyssa whispered right into my ear. Her cock pressed open my ass.

“Yes,” I moaned, unsure if I was agreeing with Alyssa or expressing how much I needed her cock.

“It’s settled, then.”

Except it wasn’t. My mind swirled with thoughts of my wife and my sister together. It was easy to picture them, after all I looked just like Kaitlyn. And the more I thought about it, the more I knew it was right.

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Part 6

November 2 nd – Evelynn

“But you’re feeling better?” Kate always asked with a sincerity that forced me into honesty.

“Yeah, I just was so much more hungover than I thought. I made it halfway to campus before turning around and sleeping the day away.” We were packing up our notes following Morgan’s lecture finishing a little early. “Despite almost dying yesterday, I do remember us trying to find time this week to study.”

“Good thinking.” Kate pulled out her phone and scrolled through her calendar. “I’m free Thursday or Friday, we could meet anytime on either day. What works for you?”

“If you can reserve a study room in the library for Friday, just text me the time and I’ll show up with hot cocoa and some snacks.”

“Make mine with extra whipped cream.” She pulled her backpack over her shoulders, “Don’t flake on me Evan!”

“I’d never!” I did an exaggerated clutch-at-my-pearls motion, and Kate noticed my nails.

“Wait! The nails. Let me retry that. Get ready to be offended again.” Kate cleared her throat, “Don’t flake on me Evelynn!”

I mimicked my original motion, and I smiled as I grabbed my backpack and we started to walk out. She didn’t need to know what I was going through at the moment, but Kate calling me Evelynn felt nice, and my heart soared a little with the words.

We left the lecture hall, and today was just warm enough to not shiver with each step. “I think we’re headed in the same direction today,” I said. “I thought I spotted your bumper sticker nightmare in the south lot when I parked this morning.”

“Nightmare?!” Kate punched my arm. “Each one of those has been placed exactly where they need are destined to be until I get in another accident and start all over.” As dead leaves blew past our steps, Kate said, “Maybe this doesn’t need to be said, but I had a lot of fun talking with you at the party. I can’t believe we’ve been friends for however many semesters now, and we’ve hung out like, less than 10 times.”

“Yeah, I had fun too. Sorry I never tried to do something more often with you. I have a bad problem of just keeping to myself. Some days, especially during the first year of college, I wouldn’t realize how much time I’d spent doing homework or writing papers, then I’d blink, and I hadn’t spoken to my roommate in a week!”

“You? A recluse? You were the life of the party!”

“I spent most of it just talking with you girls.”

“With THE girls. You were totally one of us. I’ve known you forever, and I’ve never seen you so confident, but like, not loud and demanding. You were just so sure of yourself! I guess being the hottest babe at a party has its perks.”

I laughed, “You could say that. Hey, I was going to ask this in class, but I got a little brain fog during the last part of lecture. Yesterday, did Morgan give any updates about the student project he had mentioned before? I’m not saying I’ll do dirty and evil things to sabotage your project, but I want that scholarship.”

“And I don’t? You better not break a nail trying for second place! But, out of good sportsmanship, he did bring it up yesterday. He will be emailing out applications this week, and they are due by next week.”

“Did he say where the conference is being held?”

“Its actually on the beach! In one of the Carolinas, at some resort area. The only thing that sucks is its in the dead of winter, so no chance of warm waters.”

“May the better man win!” I pulled a hair tie off my wrist and started to make a loose ponytail. My hair was long enough now that I wanted it up more than not.

“You really are the visual of the modern man.” Kate giggled as she walked.

“I’ll have you know my hair has always been long. Hockey changes you. Once you get shoulder checked once, you gain the right to long hair and knocked out teeth.”

“Oh whatever. You and hockey. That was however many years ago.”

The parking lot was suddenly upon us, and with it, winds unbroken by buildings. We both shivered as it rushed through our clothes to freeze our skin.

“Oh geez!” I said, “Hey I’ll see you in class on Thursday!”

“I’ll text you the study room info. Tell Savannah I said ‘Hey!'”

“One more thing!” A lock of hair flicked my face, and I shook my head against the wind. “If you ever get bored some night and want to watch movies and eat shitty food, text one of us! Savannah said you were really cool, and wanted to hang out again. Most nights we order in or make something and pick a movie out of Savannah’s watchlist.”

“What you just did was like inviting a vampire into the threshold of your home. Can I bring beer for it, or is it classy?”

“Savannah likes the fruity IPAs. I’m a simple light beer that looks like piss kind of drinker.”

“You just spoke my language. I’m freezing. I’ll text you!”

“Bye Kate!”

“See ya bestie!”

—

“That’s… big.”

Savannah laughed and said, “No shit. That’s why we start with the smaller ones first.”

Butt plugs were a foreign idea to me, and I had no inkling of thoughts düziçi escort about how to start or what they were. “So, you did this before?”

“After high school, I made my way into some various corners of the kinky land known as ‘The Internet.’ When I found out about these, they were a pretty wild fascination for almost a year. Then I kinda moved on.” Savannah held one of the larger stainless steel butt plugs in her hand. “I don’t know why I ever stopped.” She had purchased two matching sets. Her plugs had a red jewel on the end, while mine had a purple jewel. There were three sizes, and the largest made my stomach drop.

“And you liked them?”

“Sure! It’s pretty hot just going out and feeling it there. Nobody but you knows. Its like a secret from the entire world.”

“Okay,” I said. I had to hype myself up. I stood and did some Rocky-like punches and threw an uppercut to really win the hype.

“I like the spirit, Lynn.” It was the second time she had called me that, and each time I almost completely blanked in my mind. The name just sounded so pure to me.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” I tied my hair up in a bun as I said, “I talked to Kate today and invited her to come crash a movie night sometime.”

“I was gonna invite her sometime myself! Great minds think alike.”

“She had a lot of fun by the way.”

“That’s because she is a lot of fun. That girl has lived a crazy life so far.”

“She’s a college student studying astronomy. Oh wait, you’re right. That IS crazy!”

“Shut up. I meant something else.”

“You don’t have an issue with me and Kate hanging out more often, do you? I know its sometimes a no-no with girlfriends about other girls, but I feel like you and I are more than safe.”

“Oh please. Kate sees you like a little sister or some girl-best-friend. No worries here.”

“What do you mean?” I stopped the Balboa hype.

“Its just the way she looks at you is all.”

I let Savannah continue.

“Now, I didn’t know Kate before the party, but seeing her there and how she talks. Its in her body language too. Sorry to deflate the ego, babe, but that girl doesn’t see you as a potential partner or anything.”

“In these walls, I’m the sexy fem-babe of us two. Out there, I’m like a lion in the wild.”

“Mhm. Sure Lynn. Do me a favor and go rub some lube on your butt plug and go stick it up your ass so I can fuck you harder tonight.”

I nodded with defeat. “Good point.” I walked past her and kissed Savannah as I made my way to the bathroom.

“When you come back, we’re locking you up. Enjoy getting hard for a final time!”

She had handed me the smallest one, but it seemed like the girth of my dick when erect. I grabbed the bottle of lube on the bathroom vanity and poured a little dab atop the plug. I bent over, and with blind confidence, I massaged my asshole for a moment, and with a soft press, it slid right in. Immediately, the head of my penis felt stimulated, but it was different. I didn’t want to fuck something. My body was signaling for some opposing arousal. I pulled my panties up, and let my oversized sweater fall down. Of course, Savannah and I weren’t wearing any pants today. Today deserved to be a pants-less kind of day.

As I opened the door to leave, Savannah was waiting on the other side. In her hand was the medium plug. I was still scared to try that.

“Move over sissy. Momma needs to get freaky in here.” Savannah brushed past me and shut the door. I hadn’t made it even out of the bedroom before the door opened and she strutted out like a runway model. “Oh, that feels like old times. Come along baby, you’ve got a date with a cage!”

She tore into a box and started dumping out various plastic parts: rings, sizers, keys, and locks. As she fumbled with them and sorted them, Savannah said, “So this is a cheap starter one. This is to make you feel like you’re caged, but if you like it, then we can get one that will actually cage you.”

“So, I just stick my dick in, and you take the keys?”

“Bingo! But there’s a catch. I’ll show you it in a minute. Face me, sweetie and take off your panties.”

I let them fall to my ankles, and Savannah grabbed a few rings and started to place my dick and balls into them, look at the size, and then try a new one. In between rings, her fingers wandered back and pushed on my plug, and my dick bounced slightly. “I knew you’d like it… Okay, I’ve got it all good to go. You ready for the last blow job for a while?”

“How long is a while?”

“Until you earn some free time of course!”

Savannah stayed on her knees, and she took my dick into her mouth. It took no time before I was rock hard, and with each pulse of my dick, my ass gripped the plug a little more. I was being overstimulated and it felt so good. After not finishing yesterday, I could feel the precum falling out of my dick, and Savannah swallowed every drop.

“Tell me when you get close.”

I only lasted a total of two minutes before I started to feel it. “I’m really edirne escort close.”

Savannah let the dick fall out of her mouth, and she came up and kissed me. Her tongue was soaked with cum, and I hadn’t even fully cum yet. “Good. Now go to the sink and wash your dick off. Dry it and come back.”

“You aren’t going to finish me off?”

“And why would I do that? Girls don’t ejaculate, babe. Rule number 1 for transitioning. We don’t really do the whole, ‘blowing a load’ thing. Believe it or not that’s just a guy thing.” She smiled and said, “I’m just helping you find yourself.”

“Whatever,” I mumbled as I washed my dick off. I dried it as best as I could, and I came back to Savannah, who had a jumble of pieces in her hand.

“Good! You’re already getting soft!” Savannah asked, “How was it? Any tips now that you’ve started pleasuring my dick in the bedroom?”

“More teeth. A good blowie has every tooth being fully utilized.”

Savannah laughed, “You are ridiculous. Hold still for me.”

She was fast yet again, but she fumbled my shaft into a small pink plastic cage. It took a moment, but flawlessly she packed it in. The head of my penis was all but covered, and a small hole was at the bottom for me to pee out of. The rings slid on behind it, and soon enough everything was finessed into its places, and Savannah grabbed a lock from the counter. With a small click, she let go, and the cage hung off my body. My penis was now locked at a small two three inches.

“And these get smaller?” I pulled my panties up and my small cage sat comfortably in them. My balls also didn’t fall out of the panties.

Savannah bit her lip and nodded. She turned and grabbed a final box from the shopping bags. She opened it to reveal a golden necklace. Savannah grabbed one of the two keys and hooked it into the necklace loop, and then turned and lifted her hair. “Help me out?”

I hooked the necklace together, and Savannah turned and fanned her hair out to let it fall again. The key hung below her neck, only an inch below her collarbone. “Okay, Lynn. Imagine how many people walk into my diner each day. Let me say that again. MY diner! AHHHH! I’m a co-owner!” Savannah did a little hop and then composed herself again. “My diner. I serve probably a couple hundred people each day. Every one of them is now going to see this key and wonder what it goes to.” She leaned in close to my ear and placed her hand over my panty, cupping my cock. “I own your clit now, baby. And only when I say so, do you get to see it. Say it. Say you have a clit now.”

“I have a clit now.”

Savannah commanded me again, “I don’t have a cock anymore. Only men have cocks. Say it.”

I echoed her words, and I trembled. Whether I was trans or just liked being feminized, I wasn’t sure at the moment. But this was going to drive me wild being locked up.

“Okay!” Savannah turned and started to pile up the boxes and trash from her shopping splurge. “Pick a movie for the night. I’ll hide your other key at some point. If you find it on accident, you need to be honest and tell me, or else I’ll add days to your cage. Want caramel or chocolate sauce on your ice cream tonight?”

—

I woke up in pain.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned quietly. I was almost in whiplash, as I started to get out of bed, doubled over in some violent midnight haze. It was as if I had just been love-tapped, and my balls felt like they were going to explode.

I stumbled to the bathroom, and I took off my panty and looked down at my cage. If Savannah asked me, I would say I had a clit now. Looking at it, I had a raging hard-on attempting to go full mast, but the cage was preventing it. With every pulse, my cock tried to grow back to its full seven inches, but as it grew, it pulled my balls up into the ring, where my body was fighting it and slowly squeezing them into submission.

Get rid of the boner! I looked into the mirror and tried to zone out, or zone in, or stop existing completely. FUCK. I pulled up my thong, shut off the light, and tiptoed to the kitchen. Shutting the bedroom door behind me, I started pacing around. Maybe the movement would help. It took eight laps around the apartment, and I’m sure the neighbors underneath us loved my loud and thunderous steps, but soon enough it went away. I felt the ghost pain reside, but I could feel the relaxation returning to my balls. Gulping down a glass of water, I returned to bed.

There was an attempt to be quiet as I crawled into bed, but Savannah spoke out into the night, “You okay, Evelynn?” Her words were drowned in a half-sleep half-awake status.

“Yeah, just… Had a bad dream.”

“Oh, okay. Love you. Hope the monsters don’t reach out and grab you tonight.”

“You’re very reassuring.”

Savannah was already softly snoring away.

I fluffed my pillow as I relaxed. Pulling on my balls as I drifted to sleep, I realized now how this cage worked. Sure, it kept me from getting a boner physically, but if they kept showing up, my balls paid the price. That edremit escort seemed like a dangerous correlation. I made one mental note before drifting off to sleep: Dream of nothing, absolutely nothing; don’t even think about something seemingly innocent. I didn’t need a Stay Puft Marshmallow Man scenario waking me up again because my brain did 9 jumps to think of something sexy.

—

November 3 rd – Evelynn

“Wait, you’re wearing a plug to work?” I asked Savannah with my jaw almost on the floor.

“Yeah. Are you not wearing one to classes?”

“I had to take mine out last night after a while. You’re a trooper babe.”

Savannah frowned and then grabbed her phone. “So last night, I marked that I would unlock you in two weeks. I’ll give you a few minutes each night to shave or clean the cage or whatever, but ultimately, I was going to unlock you in two weeks.”

“Was?”

“Yes, I was. Here check this out.” Savannah showed me the notes on her phone. When you jumped in the shower this morning, I drafted some rules. I only had time to make 4 of them. Go ahead and read through them.”

“Day out with no BP?”

“Butt plug.”

“Gotcha. Day out with no BP adds a day to the count.”

“So, if you go out every day for the full two weeks, maybe the store, classes, to dinner, then I add those days to the count. And these rules still apply to the added time.”

I leaned forward and kissed her, and she slipped her tongue into my mouth. “Keep reading,” Savannah said.

“Should you cum while caged, 3 days are added to the count.”

“I can’t even get hard. How the hell could I cum right now?”

“You don’t need to be hard to cum, Lynn. It’ll come out if I make you feel good enough. The next one is sorta easy, but it adds a challenge.”

“A day without a nude selfie in front of a mirror adds a day to the count. Photos are proof of cage, plug, panties, and bra. Any item of the four not photographed will add a half day to the count.” I did some math on my fingers. “If I don’t send a photo at all one day, you’re going to keep me locked up–“

“An extra 3 days.”

“And in front of a mirror?”

“It lets me see the front and the back.”

“Okay, I have a few things about this one. I don’t even wear a bra most days. I used to do sports bras, but not anymore.”

Savannah paused and worked through some inner monologue before saying, “Then without the bras, after two weeks, that adds an extra week to the lock. There’s a few sales at the mall this weekend too. If you want to join me, we can go expand the closet.”

“This co-owner job has already gone to your head. You aren’t made of money, you know?”

“Maybe, but I own your little clitty, so what else do I need? Read the last rule. Personal fave because it’s a way to lessen the time.

“Fucking Savannah, while wearing her dildo, will take off an hour for each orgasm she has. Wait so I put on the strap-on–“

“But I want it to be my dildo, or we go buy a bigger one. Your dildo is for you, honey.”

“Okay, so I basically peg you?”

“It’ll teach you to appreciate me the next time we fuck. You can touch me everywhere with your hands, but your little clit won’t be able to do anything. And even though you are locked up, I still want to have sex to some extent.”

I eyed her up and down, and her eyes were impenetrable. “Okay, fine. I accept.”

“So, are you gonna go get your plug?”

“My ass isn’t the slut that yours is. I need a day off.”

“Sorry, slut. No days off.” Savannah reached to her necklace that held my key. “If my math is right… No butt plug… You aren’t wearing a bra… The picture today without those… That all adds up to another two days!”

“I’ll go grab a bra. Its cold enough today that under my layers, I’ll be able to hide one. No plug though. My ass hurts.”

“Okay. Another day works for me. You’re just delaying the inevitable.”

I walked to the bedroom and grabbed a bra. Not a sports bra, but a t shirt bra. As I threw my jacket on overtop, there was a slightly notable cup, but only at a glance. “How’s this look?” I stepped back to the kitchen and was met with an applause.

“Bravo!” Savannah clapped as I strutted back to her. “She walks the runway as if she owns it! Speaking of owning things, I need to go! The diner won’t run itself.”

“Okay, I’ll head out soon enough for classes. It’ll be pretty late before I’m back tonight. I’ll be in the library writing a paper. Don’t be afraid to eat before I get back.”

“Cool cool! Love you, Lynn.”

We kissed and she was out the door.

I returned to the bedroom and pulled open the drawer that was slowly amassing a collection of bedroom toys. In one of my hands, I held the smallest butt plug, and in the other I held my dildo. “How did I take all of you, but now you’re proving to be a challenge?”

—

November 3 rd – Savannah

“Wait, hold on. You’re quitting?” I couldn’t believe my ears, but Keith said it again.

“Savannah, I hate to break it to you, but I don’t really feel like working alongside someone that stole my inheritance.”

“Inheritance? What happened to you taking a road trip across the States to find some place off the radar?” I shifted my stance, and I felt my small butt plug move with me slightly. It sent a mild shiver through my body.

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My Sissy College Experience Pt. 01

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It had finally arrived, move-in-day. I was going to get to be my true self after pretending to be a normal guy for all of high school. I got accepted to a college out of state where I didn’t know anybody. I was finally going to be the sissy I always wanted to be. It was going to be perfect.

My parents were sweet enough to offer to pay for an apartment for me to live in, but I could not wait to get my hands on my first cock. From the way it had been portrayed in all the porn I watched, the easiest way to get fucked was to “slip up” in front of a roommate. So I declined their offer and live in a dorm on campus instead. My parents were a little confused, but happy to be able to save the money. This school did not let us choose our roommates; there was a survey where we needed to fill out our interests and they’d use that to match us with like-minded people. I knew exactly how to answer the questions to get what I wanted. I smiled to myself thinking about my answers as I followed my parents towards the dorm, carrying a large box of my things.

“Yes, my favorite things to do are play sports, watch football, and work on my car.” Those were the manliest hobbies I could think of.

“Of course I like to go to sleep really late and sleep in.” That captured the people who liked to party.

“And yes, having multiple guests over at any given time is just SO great.” I mean, the popular jocks are definitely going to be hanging out with people more, right? It was a foolproof plan. I peeked around the large box in my hands and saw my dad open the door to my dorm down the hall. It looked like he was speaking to someone inside. This was it! I got myself ready to see the guy whose cock I’d be riding every night, hopefully. I arrived at the door and entered the room.

As I tried to move dinar escort the big box through the door, I tripped over my feet and nearly dropped it. A strong pair of hands caught it before it fell, and when I looked up to see who it was my jaw dropped. There he was. Jet black hair styled well, tan skin, clearly defined muscles visible through his shirt that had the school’s baseball team on it, and clean shaven which accentuated his jawline. He was my opposite in nearly every way; my pale skin and blonde longer hair, along with my slim 5’5″, 120 lbs. body was probably half his size. Maybe my butt, which I had been working on for the past three years, was a little bit rounder and bigger than his, but that’s it. My dream was actually coming true.

“Hey, my name is Jackson. Nice to meet you!” Jackson took the box from me and easily placed it on the ground.

“Oh, hi. Sorry, haha, thanks for the… box and all…” I did not think I would be so nervous. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I continued to stare up at him. “My name’s Casey.” There was an awkward silence.

My dad sensed this and quickly said, “so Jackson, are your parents here as well?”

“No Sir, they’re home. I don’t live too far from here so I was able to move in a few days ago, actually. I’ve just been taking the time to get ready for school.”

“Oh that’s just wonderful. So how has it been so far, do you like it,” my mother asked.

“Yeah, it’s not too bad so far. I’ve met a few people already.” Jackson turned his head towards me. “I’ve tried most of the dining halls on campus too, so I can show you what’s good and what’s not.” He let out a chuckle and the three of us followed suit.

“Well, I’ll give you the space to move in. I’m going to head out and meet a couple diyarbakır escort of my friends from high school who are also here. I’ll introduce them to you sometime.”

“Cool, thanks. See you.”

Jackson stepped out and my parents and I set to work on unpacking and setting up the room, if one could call it that. There was barely enough space for the two twin sized beds and two desks to fit in it. My bed was next to the wall with the bathroom while Jackson’s was lined up with a window. The bathroom wasn’t anything special either.

“At least you don’t have to worry about sharing the bathroom with an entire floor of guys, I do NOT miss those days,” my dad said.

“Yeah, that would be the worst…” I replied, wishing I were as lucky as he was.

After a couple of hours, I was finally moved in. There was a bit of a scare when my mom nearly opened my small taped up box of girly clothing and sex toys, but I was able to take it from her and slide it underneath my bed before she opened it. I told her it was a box of textbooks I had ordered. We left the room and went out for dinner before spending the night in a hotel. My parents were going to leave the next day, so we wanted to have one more night together. It was nice. I was definitely going to miss them, but I was so much more excited about what was to come.

They dropped me off the next morning pretty early because they had to catch their flight. After our tearful goodbyes and watching them drive away in the rental car, I slowly walked to my room. It was about five in the morning when I turned the key and entered. Jackson was sleeping in his bed. I was tired and thought that after I went to the bathroom I’d go to sleep as well. I peed, and after flushing the toilet, I realized there was doğubeyazıt escort no toilet paper on the holder. I opened the cabinet underneath the sink to get a roll, and to my surprise, there was a metal buttplug with a pink heart shaped jewel laying next to a bunch of Jackson’s toiletries. It was similar in size to one of the buttplugs I had in my secret box. I immediately felt a tingle in my crotch as I imagined what the hot girl who Jackson was going to use that on must look like, and wished I was her.

“He must be kinky, then,” I thought to myself happily. If he’s open to using buttplugs on people, hopefully he’ll be open using mine on me one day. I left it in place and went to my bed. I didn’t even change the toilet paper because I didn’t want him to know I opened the cabinet. I pulled the covers up to my chin and lay on my side so I could look at Jackson again before I nodded off. The sunlight began to shine through the blinds and covered parts of his face, making him look even more attractive. The light landed on his eyes and he stirred and slowly rose. When the blanket fell from his chest I realized he was only wearing a white pair of boxer briefs. He spun his legs off the side of the bed and rubbed his eyes. I watched as his muscles rippled with every movement. When he stood up I quickly closed my eyes, not wanting to be caught looking at him.

“Yo, bro, you up?” I stayed silent, and after a few seconds I heard him walk into the bathroom. He was in there for about ten minutes, which was odd because from what I could hear he flushed the toilet after two minutes of entering the bathroom. I heard him open the door and slowly walk back towards his bed. Even though I knew I shouldn’t risk it I just had to get a look at his body once more. I half opened my eyes just as he was bending over to get back into bed.

“Mmm, those briefs are leaving almost nothing to the imagination,” I thought to myself. “Wait a second… no way…” As I watched him flop into bed from behind, I could have sworn I saw the bright pink of the buttplug’s jewel through the stretched white fabric.

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Molly’s Muse Pt. 02

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Authors Note: I have no idea what I’m doing. Here’s Part 2.

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Molly sat at her kitchen counter dressed only in her bathrobe and typing away at her computer. The words were so vivid in her mind that her fingers were having a difficult time keeping up with her thoughts. She couldn’t remember a time when writing had come so easy to her, not even for her other books.

Was it Paul? Or had it just been so long since she had written anything of significance that this flood of inspiration was as much the result of the inevitable downpour at the end of long drought?

She could feel his eyes on her. He was sitting in her bed alternating between messing with his phone and looking at her. They would eventually have to get dressed and go about their day, no matter how much she didn’t want to, but for now she enjoyed the quiet morning intimacy.

A timer went off on her stove top. It made Molly jump slightly, getting lost in her writing and thoughts about Paul causing her to forget she had set it. She was attempting to make breakfast and was oddly nervous about it. She could confidently say she was good at many domestic tasks, but cooking was not one of them. She was one of those people who ordered out for every meal. She could afford it, and it saved her from her own bad cooking.

Getting up, Molly grabbed two bowls and went about serving them both good portions of the mushy oatmeal before walking over to Paul and handing him one. She sat down next to him on the bed with her own but didn’t start eating, more interested in Paul’s reaction to her cooking rather than eating it herself.

He looked so cute blowing on each spoonful before eating it. Molly didn’t see any negative reaction from Paul, so she calmed down a bit and started eating some for ferself.

She grimaced. It was awful. She unceremoniously put the bowl down in disgust, preferring to stay hungry rather than suffer her own failure.

Paul didn’t seem to mind, causing Molly to seriously doubt the man’s ability to taste.

A small amount of oatmeal got caught on his top lip and Molly watched as he crossed his eyes, as if trying to look at it, before reaching out with his tongue and licking it up.

Molly giggled. It was the most adorable thing to watch. Paul gave her a questioning look, but when she didn’t say anything, he brushed it off and went back to eating.

Not for the first time, Molly felt concerned at the way things had strayed off plan yesterday and worried how things might progress with him moving forward. She knew from experience that introducing an exclusively straight male to her and her massive girlcock too soon and too fast hardly ever worked out well.

What made it more of a worry, was how she could already feel that if she kept spending time with Paul, she was going to want to more than a professional relationship. It had happened once before with a previous editor of hers, and the ending was far from a happy one. She wanted more, he wanted his credit and a fast exit. It had been so long since she’d been interested in a man for more than what they could do for her physically that she was unsure how to handle her feelings for Paul.

He seemed to like her directness, especially about sex, but would he react the same to romantic interest?

Paul was still a mystery to Molly. It had only been a day and the other men she had history with before him would best be described as ‘effeminate’ and tended to fetishize being fucked by a ‘dominant futa-barbarian’, or something just as stereotypical.

The role-play was fun for a spell. It allowed Molly to scratch some of her more aggressive urges, but the aftercare was abysmal. She wanted to be cuddled, spooned, or otherwise cared for by someone strong, if only for a moment. The only problem with that is the type of guys who were into being dominated weren’t the type who could then flip the switch and take control once the sex was over. After they limped home the next morning, Molly could never bring herself to call them again. They were boring.

Paul, on the other hand, was anything but boring. He was insightful, surprising, and oddly pragmatic about meeting a woman who had a bigger dick than he did. She always figured men like him would consider having sex with a dickgirl to be homosexual to some degree. If he did have thoughts like that, he hadn’t said anything.

She remembered him moaning and grunting to the rhythm of her long hard rod slamming into his ass, and briefly fantasized about doing it again. She also fantasized about what it would feel like to have his above average sized cock pounding deep inside her. She didn’t think she would have to work that hard to make either fantasy come true, even if it wasn’t technically part of his job at this point.

Then there was the titty-fuck thing. Though nothing could replace the ecstasy of burying herself in a warm hole, having Paul buried between her tits, sliding in, out and through her tender melons before soaking them with his seed was quickly becoming her new favorite.

She denizli escort still had remnants of his load from earlier drying on her skin and she had no desire to clean it just yet. The smell of dry cum coming from her chest was potent, she wasn’t ready to lose that.

If it was just her, Molly would be happy enough to smell like Paul all day. She thought a man’s cum smelled like raw pancake batter, which was a smell she had always liked growing up.

Smelling like sex and cum in an office full of dickgirls, however, was a very bad idea. Molly needed to make sure she and Paul were clean before taking him back downstairs if she wanted to avoid more interaction like the one she’d just had with Grace. Paul would be getting hit on often enough already, she didn’t need him smelling like sex and make it worse.

All the arrangements with her editors before were far from exclusive. As long as they were available when she needed them, they could fuck and suck whoever they wanted. The thought of someone else putting their hands, or other parts, near Paul, however, stirred something in Molly she was very uncomfortable in having to deal with.

Paul must have noticed Molly’s inner turmoil, because he had stopped eating and was looking at her quizzically.

“Where did you go?” he asked.

“Just thinking.”

“Must have been of something confusing.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, you look upset, but you’re also hard again.”

She looked down on reflex, and yes, she was hard.

“I have to say,” continued Paul, “I’m a little insulted. Here I am, probably needing an inflatable donut just to be able to sit the rest of the day; and there you are, throbbing and ready for round two. Was it that underwhelming?”

“No,” she hurried, “It’s… I’m…” She was panicking, wanting to reassure him just how great it was to be with him but not being able to get the words out.

“Relax,” Paul interrupted with a smile, “I was kidding. I may be only a day old into figuring out the fine details of being with a dickgirl, but it’s pretty obvious erections come fast and easy for you.”

He reached out and gave her cock a quick rub and a squeeze, as if petting her.

“I find myself very much enjoying the look and feel of your girlcock, Molly.” Paul may have been speaking to all of Molly when he had said that, but it was apparent he had eyes and attention only for her oversized appendage. Tearing his gaze from it after a moment, he continued. “There is something inherently sexy about you. A natural quality I can’t really describe. It’s… overwhelming.”

Molly smiled. Just like that, Paul had her happy again. She didn’t miss the current role reversal, Paul being the confident one while she was the one struggling to catch up.

It was quiet for a while, both seeming lost in their own thoughts. Molly kept thinking about Paul and what she should do about wanting more. Unknown to her, Paul was thinking about much the same thing.

He thought the morning had gone well. Taking Molly’s giant girlcock all the way to the hilt gave him a feeling of accomplishment. He couldn’t make sense of the feeling. Molly did most of the work while he concentrated mostly on not being ripped in half. At best he maybe deserved a cool participation trophy.

Something that did make sense, but probably shouldn’t, was how amazing it felt to have Molly inside him. It hurt, still hurt, but the pain was fading, leaving him only with a feeling of pressure and fullness. Even if it never happened again, it would be an experience he would always remember.

Then there was the care Molly had taken with him to ensure it was as comfortable for him as she could make it. No woman had ever shown him so much effort in the bed.

As a man with a dick himself, he knew how hard it was to keep yourself controlled once your prick found a warm, welcoming hole. The desire to slam balls deep and hammer away until satisfied was instinctual. Considering how everything in the sex department seemed amplified for a dickgirl, he could only imagine the level of restraint she had shown with him.

The only other woman who had made him feel cared for like that was his mother. He liked it and wanted more. A great deal more. There was one, big, monster of a problem, however, and he didn’t know how to break it to Molly.

He had been polite up until now, but enough was a enough.

“Molly?”

“Hmm?”

“I know a lot has happened over the last day, most of it good, don’t get me wrong. but I find myself with a problem I don’t know how to approach. All I can think is to come out and say it.”

“What,” Molly replied, sounding worried.

“I’m not the most traveled man, but I’ve been a few places, seen and experienced and few things over the years…”

Molly’s heart skipped, did he not like being here? Was this where he told her he wanted to leave and not be a part of this? A part of her? She wanted to stop him before he said the words, convince him how important he was. She should have told develi escort him earlier, maybe things would be going better if she had.

“… but this is the absolute worst oatmeal,” stated Paul. “It’s like I’m eating wet cardboard. I feel like less of a person for having eaten it. Ashamed even.”

Molly went quiet, the conversation had taken too hard a turn from what she was fearing that she had to physically regroup.

After and extra moment, she burst out laughing, falling back into the bed.

Paul watched as she lost her shit, her laugh pure and melodic.

Molly would laugh, then try and compose herself to speak, before losing it all over again. She started wheezing, trying to catch her breath but started to hiccup instead.

Paul hadn’t seen anything so fucking adorable in his entire life. If he managed to keep her when this job was done, he’d make it one of his life goals to see her laugh like this again. She laughed so hard that her robe opened and her tits popped out, jiggling in sync with her rolling laughter. Paul was both proud and happy he could make this all happen.

It took a few minutes, but Molly calmed down enough to speak, “Sorry Paul, I suck at cooking.”

“It’s oatmeal.”

She giggled, still trying to catch her breath, “I don’t normally eat breakfast. This oatmeal has probably been in my pantry since the day I moved in… six years ago.”

Paul put his bowl down on side table with a disgusted look on his face. Molly started to laugh again, unable to control herself.

She let out one particularly loud snort, said “fuck, ignore that” and continued laughing. Paul could no longer help himself and joined the beautiful girl in her laughter.

They both understood it wasn’t that funny, but joy has a domino effect all its own, regardless of the cause.

It was therapeutic.

Their laughter was followed by another round of contemplative silence. Something was brewing between them. A conversation, a confession, something, but they didn’t know what, and they didn’t know when their silence about it would be broken.

True to her form, Molly was the one who spoke first, getting back to her direct nature after being so indecisive throughout the morning.

“I want more from you,” she said, looking Paul dead in his eyes, “you’ve given me so much already I feel guilty saying this, but I need more. Editor Paul isn’t enough of you.”

Paul was not surprised, but he was relieved. She had given hints and signs she felt this way, that it was more than sex, but this was the first time either of them had said anything outright.

“I don’t know exactly what’s going on here,” he said, moving closer to Molly, “but there’s an intensity to it I can’t seem to grasp yet. What I can grasp, however, is that it’s all about you. You’re new and special and wonderful. You say editor Paul isn’t enough. I could give you every version of Paul I know how to give and still know it’s not enough to deserve you.”

Paul winced, that was so cheesy he half expected Molly to start laughing again.

She didn’t. She jumped into his arms and tackled him down flat onto the bed, laying on top of him and went about trying to swallow his face, kissing him.

“That line was worse than the oatmeal,” she said between kisses, “You should tell me more dumb romantic things like that. I’m going to play with your dick now.”

“There’s my sweet girl, so assertive.”

“That’s the second time you’ve called me your ‘sweet girl’,” she said, dragging her hard cock and giant tits over his skin as she moved down his body.

“Does it bother you?”

“The opposite. Keep calling me your sweet girl and you might just find out how sweet I can be.”

“Now who’s using terrible lines?”

Molly lightly scraped her teeth over the top of his cock shaft, causing Paul to yelp.

“You shouldn’t make fun of someone so close to your dick,” said Molly. She looked up at Paul and started licking the area of his cock where her teeth had just been, as if in apology. “Besides, I’m a world-famous author, my lines are never terrible.”

She started stroking his cock with one hand while bring her head lower, aiming for an even more sensitive part of Paul’s anatomy. She nuzzled her nose under his balls and lifted them, taking their weight onto her face. She inhaled his musky scent before starting to lick the usually neglected area where a man’s ball sack met his taint.

She tilted her face up slowly, letting the balls on her face slide down until they were resting on her mouth, where she sucked one in and started messaging it with her lips and longue.

Having a big set of her own, Molly knew exactly how to draw out the most pleasure from ball-play while avoiding all the potential pain or discomfort.

She switched back and forth, sucking one ball into her mouth, then the other, exaggerating a small slurping and popping sound each time she did so.

Molly loved having balls in her mouth. It was a texture thing. Something about swirling the devrek escort tender orbs, encased by soft, wrinkled flesh, inside her mouth and with her tongue scratched some unknown itch she’d never be able to accurately describe to anyone else.

There was also a power to it she couldn’t deny made the whole affair that much more exciting. The amount of pain she could cause with minimal effort, should she ever want to, was a chilling understanding only someone with a sensitive set of balls of their own could know.

Hovering on such thoughts, Molly spent more time indulging in her ball sucking kink than she probably should have. Paul squirming brought her back to what she was actually doing.

Ball-play had a habit of getting someone revved up without providing the needed stimulation for anything more, resulting in a weird sort of blue balls. Keep it up too long and it might start causing Paul discomfort, turning ball play into ball torture.

Some guys were into that, Molly knew, but she was confident Paul wasn’t one of them.

She quickly adjusted and took Paul’s cockhead into her mouth and used her tongue to lick under and around as if announcing her shift in attention.

Paul visibly relaxed. He wouldn’t feel better entirely, until Molly made him cum. And, depending on how bad she had gotten carried before realizing what she was doing, even cuming might not be enough.

Using both her hands and her mouth, Molly intended to make Paul cum as fast as possible. He must have been on a hair trigger from her inadvertent teasing because before she knew it, her mouth was being filled by hot seed.

Paul was moaning and fucking his cock deeper towards Molly’s throat with every spurt of cum, Molly never once letting him free of her suction.

Her mouth was filling, and she swallowed down a mouthful of cum to make room for more.

When Paul had stopped moving, finally spent, Molly propped herself up on her hands, letting her tits dangle onto Paul’s worn cock. She made sure Paul was watching, opened her mouth to show the pool of cum she had been saving, and tilted her head down so it could dribble out and down her chin.

The thickness of it kept it from dripping. It trailed down Molly’s chin, down her neck and into her cleavage where it stopped. She laid back down on Paul and wrapped his cock into her tits. He had been so turned on his dick hadn’t found the time to soften yet, even with the intensity of his orgasm.

Molly squeezed her tits hard and started fucking his cock with them. She wanted to make him cum again.

She pressed her tits down as much as she could so Paul’s tip was poking out the top of her cleavage. She dipped her head awkwardly and took him into her mouth again, using her tongue aggressively on his over-stimulated frenulum.

Molly once again noted the advantages of having a man with a big cock, if she had tried this with one of her previous liaisons, it never would have worked. Her giant tits would have swallowed their cock whole with nothing left over to suck.

It was fifty-fifty on if she could get Paul to cum again so soon after his last orgasm. She would take those odds, however, feeling nervous that Paul might be upset at her for the accidental blue balls. She wanted him too empty to be sore.

“Oh shit, Molly, I’m going to cum again. How…?”

The question trailed off as Molly doubled her efforts, encouraged by the good news. She bounced her tits on his cock, sucking the tip back in her mouth every time it peaked up from between them.

Her tits clapped into his lap and her mouth slurped until once more Paul came. It wasn’t as much as the first time, but it was plenty for Molly to fill her senses with his taste again.

Paul groaned and pulled away from Molly, all but tossing her off him and curling into a ball as if protecting his cock from Molly’s touch. He was in sensory overload and shivering.

Molly moved up the bed behind Paul and cuddled into his back, spooning and smushing her tits into him. She ran her hand through his hair and waited for him to recover.

“You’re like a sex demon. I didn’t know I could do that,” said Paul.

“It’s not common. I may have worked you up a little too much before I got you off. Sorry.”

“Sorry? You suck my balls like a needy slut, get me off twice, then apologize for it? That was so intense I’m pretty sure I know what the color purple smells like.”

Molly laughed and pulled him tighter into her, her girlcock poking into the back of Paul’s legs. He opened them just enough for Molly to slip her dick between his thighs. He was still sweaty and covered in Molly’s spit and his own cum down there, which made the area making slick enough for Molly to start thrusting.

Paul squeezed his legs tighter.

“I thought I might have made you uncomfortable with all the attention on your balls,” she said, sighing. She hadn’t intended for the cuddle to turn into a thigh-job, but she was happy to take advantage of the opportunity.

“I love how you want to take care of me, it’s why you’re my sweet girl, but you don’t have to do it all the time. I’m not a weak or fragile by any means; and you aren’t some big, brutish dickgirl taking advantage of me. I won’t break, and I certainly won’t be mad because you do something that makes me uncomfortable for a little while.”

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Memoirs of a Cumdump

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Thanks for clicking on my story. I’m trying something new this time. This one is going to be in the first-person. I hope you enjoy it.

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I’ve been working at this place for a year now. Actually tomorrow is the anniversary. It’s tough work and long hours with little time off or breaks. But for whatever reason, I really enjoy it here. I work at a very popular gym in a small city called Futradon. If you were to look at me, you would expect me to be in the gym 24/7. I’m short, I barely have any muscles, and I look very feminine. I unfortunately inherited my looks from my mother. Most people on the street think I’m a woman and guys are constantly getting mad at me. They’ll hit on me, but when I tell them I’m a man, they get mad at me like it’s my fault. I have big doe-like eyes with thick lashes. My lips are juicy and naturally wet. The main reason people mistake me for a woman is my thick thighs and plump ass. I have the ass of a professional social media model. It’s always jiggling when I walk and claps whenever I pick up the pace.

My position at this job isn’t a personal trainer or anything physical. Well, it is physical, but not in the same way. I’m a professional cumdump. I have a little area next to the showers where I’m set up. I lay on a bench and a wall separates my bottom half from my top. Both ends are usually being used simultaneously. The bench I’m working on can be adjusted up or down depending on the height of the users.

The gym I work at is solely for futanari. And whenever they work out they tend to get very pent up. That’s where I come in. They use me as a cumdump instead of painting the gym white. The gym opens at 6:00 am and I usually get my first customer as soon as the doors open. I’ve become a bit of a local celebrity. Most women know me and tend to bring me tips and gifts for all my work. Once the gym closes, I get to clean up all the mess in my station. This process usually lasts a few hours. My boss said that I’m not allowed to leave until my workplace is spotless. Good thing I get get enough futa-cum. defne escort I love it here now. Although that wasn’t always the case. When I first started the hours were too much for me and the work load was too much to handle.

A year ago I was still in college and working as a cashier at a small department store. I wasn’t dating anyone and kind of gave up on the possibility. Every woman I had ever been with was always disappointed. I had a very small penis and left a lot to be desired. One girl saw it and called it a “clitty” and laughed. I had always sort of wished I was gay or at least bisexual. Maybe then I could find someone that would want to be with me. It wasn’t that I didn’t like cocks. I just don’t find the male figure attractive. I am enamored by trans women and futanari. Unfortunately, I’ve never seen one. My college years were rough and depressing.

One day after my classes, I went to a small bar for a drink. There were a few other people in the bar, but everyone was minding to themselves. After I had finished a good amount of drinks, a new women walked in. She was in her early forties and freakishly tall. She was absolutely shedded and incredibly beautiful. She walked straight up to me and put her arm around me. She started flirting with me, but I was trying to shut it down. I had been humiliated and disappointed too many times. And a woman like her was way out of my league and would never fathom my tiny penis entering her. However, she kept coming on to me and started caressing my backside. Her mouth got really close to my ear and whispered how she was going to treat me quietly, so no one else could hear.

Then I realized, she was a futanari. I had heard stories how they were giant women with an insatiable desire for dominance. Once I realized what opportunity had just walked up to me, then I did as she said. I closed my tab and she took my hand and lead me to a dark alley. It was a bit scary, but with a few drinks in me, I didn’t really contest the situation. She pushed me to my knees and pulled out her demetevler escort massive cock. I happily started to suck on it. I slurped up her salty pre-cum.

As I was enjoying her veiny futa-cock, she was explaining what she was doing in the city. She was opening a new gym in her town. She was looking for someone who could fill the new position. Her gym was going to be solely for futanari. And she was looking for someone who could become her gym’s personal cumdump. She said she saw me sitting in the bar from the outside window. Once she saw my fat ass on the barstool, she knew that I would be perfect for the job. And she said that my beautiful facial features were just a bonus. She didn’t say anything else before I agreed to take the job. I nodded and moaned without taking her cock out of my mouth. She patted my head like a good dog.

I continued to suck her fast and hard. The feeling of her grown and hardening in my mouth was electric. But, before she could cum in my mouth she told me to get up. I obeyed her orders and got to my feet. She told me to strip and I proceeded to do as I was told. When she saw how small my dick was she put in the palm of her hand. She said that she had the perfect thing for it. After reaching inside her purse, she pulled out the smaller chastity cage I’ve ever seen. She put it on me and threw the key in the nearby gutter. (I’m still wearing this same cage to this day.) If I was sober I would’ve been outraged, but I kind of like the feeling. Then I was bent over the dumpster and she spanked my ass with her meaty cock. She proceeded to fuck me for at least on hour. It was the most exhilarating experience in my life. I was moaning the whole time and screaming her name. Before she climaxed, she pulled her cock out and turned me around. I got back down to my knees and waited with my mouth open and hands cupped under my chin. She exploded all over my face and I gobbled it all up like a hungry slut.

After I had swallowed every bit of her juices, she picked up my clothes and threw them demirözü escort away. I was hoisted over her shoulder and carried to her car. Once in her car she handed my a bag of clothes. She explained that it was my uniform and I could never take it off. It was a tiny, pink tank top with the words “CUMPDUMP” on the front. And the back was “STAFF”. To go with it was a pink, frilly skirt. I did as I was told and put in my new uniform. As I did, she bit her lower lip and looked at me hungrily.

She pulled my head to her crotch and made my give her some road head. I spent the whole trip with my face in her lap. After awhile, she put the car in park and started to face fuck me with her hips. She quickly unloaded down my throat. She got out of the car and I followed. I saw the gym that she had mentioned and realized that this was just the beginning. We walked in and she lead me to my workplace. After explaining what I must do and how I have to clean up my area before I could leave, she said the doors were almost opening. With butterflies fluttering around in my stomach, I laid down on the bench.

It only took maybe two minutes before I had my first customer. The woman saw my ass and got very excited. She gave me a powerful spank that made me yelp. After pounding me for about a minute, another woman walked in and went over to my face. She thanked me for what I was doing and stuck her dick in my mouth. This was the process for the rest of the day. Just a revolving door of cocks in my holes. After the gym had closed, my boss came up to me and told my to start cleaning. I was so sore and could barely move. It took my almost two hours to clean the whole room with my tongue. By the time I was done, I was so tired I collapsed.

My boss was the one who woke me the next day. She said we we were about to open and I had to get back to my workplace. Before she opened the doors however, she ran back over to me and said that there was a line of futanari wanting me. I felt flattered and I began to blush.

This has been my life for the last year and I wouldn’t want to change it even a little bit. I’m the famous Futradon cumdump, and I love it.

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I woke up rather groggily. I really wasn’t awake and my head felt like it was full of sand. I didn’t open my eyes. I pulled the covers back up and retreated into to dreamland.

I’m not sure how much later, but eventually I woke up for good. I felt refreshed and opened my eyes. I was in a large bed with pink satin sheets. I had no idea where I was. The quilt I had pulled up was covered with black silhouette outlines of girls copulating doggy-style. I looked around the room. The walls and ceiling and even the floor was pink. On the walls there were six life-size pictures of girls engaged in various sexual acts. They all had wide smiles on their faces. Even the ones with cocks in their mouths. I figured I must be in a whore house. I couldn’t remember a thing about last night. I hoped that I had fun.

I pulled back the covers. WHAT THE FUCK! I was wearing a pale green see-through nightie with white lace around the bottom and top. It extended to the middle of my torso. Down under was a thong of the same color. It was wedged firmly into my butt. Whoa – what kinky stuff did I get into last night? The last thing I remembered was going to Sadies and having a gorgeous red-head offering to buy me a drink and bringing it back from the bar. I figured I had gotten lucky.

I got out from under the covers and swung my legs onto the floor. When I tried to stand up, I toppled over. I was wearing a pair of four-inch bright red open-toed stilettoes. My toenails and also my fingernails were painted bright red. I had never had any inclination to wear women’s clothes and wondered if someone was playing a joke on me. I leaned over to take the shoes off but couldn’t. They were secured by long, thin straps going round and round my legs and ending close to my knees. And the tops were secured by two tiny locks. The only way they were coming off was with a knife.

I managed to totter over to a full-length mirror against one wall. The thong went deeper into my butt. I was stunned! My eyelids and the skin between my lids and my eyebrows had a coating of pale green eyeshadow matching the color of my nightie. My nightie? My eyebrows were more arched and lusher than usual. My eyelashes were thick and long and curled up at the ends. There was a smattering of freckles across the bridge of my nose. I had never had freckles before. And my previously brown eyes were now a sparkling blue green. I was wearing a curly blond wig and had large hoop earrings dangling from my ears. I pulled on them and discovered they weren’t clip-ons – sometime during the previous night my ears had been pierced.

But the most disconcerting thing was my lips. They were puffier than usual and coated with bright crimson lipstick matching my nails. I touched them. Due to their puffiness, I expected some soreness, but there wasn’t any. In fact, they seemed very soft. And when I licked them, they glistened.

I also noted that, maybe because of the shoes, my butt was sticking out more than usual.

If I didn’t know it was me, I would think I was looking at a fresh young girl on the verge of womanhood.

Around my neck was a lacy pink collar with the name “Felcity” stitched on it.

I have to get out of this place. I looked around for my clothes. I figured I could make it on the high heels if I could get rid of the nightie. I found a closet and opened it. Rows and rows of female clothing. The kind a hooker would wear. A dresser with all sorts of lingerie in the drawers. Panties of all sorts and colors, bras, garter belts and stockings, and corsets. At least fifty pairs of shoes. All this must belong to the girl who lives here. But no male clothing.

I sat on the bed and tried to figure out what to do. Outside, I heard a tower bell start pealing.

The door to the room opened and a glamourous brunette stood there. What a body! She was dressed exactly like me but her outfit was pink. Same red nails and lips and shoes. She was holding a pink parasol. Any other time I would have thrown her on the bed and fucked her eyeballs out.

“Good you’re awake. We only have ten minutes. You don’t want to be late on your first day.” The bells continued tolling.

I was about to ask late for what, when she said, “Did you remember your plug. Well, never mind, we don’t have time. Let’s just hope no one asks to see it. Or maybe they’ll cut you some slack, you being new and all.”

Again, she gave me no chance to answer. “Felicity, that’s a real sexy name. I’m Ava. She tugged at her collar.

I was about to tell her my name was Steven when she said, “They really gave you a nice set of CSLs.”

Once again, I started to ask what a CSL was, but she said, “Let’s go. We don’t want to be late. Grab your parasol and let’s go.” There was a green parasol leaning against the wall. I was so confused I just grabbed it and followed her out of the room. When we passed through the door, we were sprayed by a mist of rose-scented perfume.

The bells were still ringing and there were several dalaman escort dozen beautiful girls, dressed in different colored nighties and thongs walking towards a stone building. They all held open parasols. Some were holding hands, There were at least three couples who had their hands on each other’s ass.

I figured I’d try to fit in until I could make an escape. I squeezed the handle of my parasol to open it and a thick stream of white goo came out and landed on my exposed midriff. Ava stopped and got on her knees and licked it off me and giggled. “I usually hold it up to my mouth when I open mine. But you’ll learn.” I looked at the handle and realized it was shaped like a male penis. I wonder if that was real sperm.

I rubbed my hand across my belly where she had licked me. I had no hair there! It was then that I realized I had no hair on my entire body below my lower eyelids. None on my legs or arms. None in my armpits. And absolutely no pubic hair. And there was no stubble – my skin was perfectly smooth.

We continued towards the stone building with Ava talking a mile a minute and me not being able to get a word in. We passed through the doors just before they were closed and locked by a stern looking woman.

“Okay girls, don’t dawdle. Go to your classrooms.”

I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to go, so I just followed Ava’s lovely ass into a classroom. Up at the teacher’s desk was the red-head I had met at the bar last night. She was sitting on the desk with her legs spread wide. She wasn’t wearing any panties. And she had a dick!

“Good morning class.”

All replied in unison. “Good morning Mistress Janice.”

“First let me apologize for an inconvenience. The seat cushions were sent out for cleaning and won’t be back until after lunch. You’ll have to sit on the bare wooden seats. Let’s make the best of it. I’m sure most of you are used to hard things pressing against your pretty butts.” There were a few giggles.

“Well, we have a new student today. There is a seat for you right down front. Why don’t you introduce yourself.”

I shyly faced the class and said “Hi, I’m Felicity.” Why not play along?

“Welcome Felicity. I’m sure you’re going to like it here. Class, why don’t we give Felicity a nice warm welcome?”

With that they all stood and faced away from me. Then they all bent at the waist and wiggled their beautiful asses at me while giggling. I could tell that eight of them had pussies and eleven had cocks like me. But they were all beautiful. Ironically, most of the ones with penises reached back and pulled their ass cheeks apart. This whole sight was too much for me, and my cock became erect and started spurting into my thong. I was so embarrassed by my lack of control that I covered my stained panties with my hands.

Mistress Janice came over and pulled my hands away from my panties. She also scooped up the ejaculate that had escaped. And licked her hand.

“There’s no need to be embarrassed Felicity. We all know we are here to have all the sex we want. We’re a very friendly sisterhood. If you want to fuck one of your sisters, all you have to do is tell her. She won’t refuse. And the same goes for any sister who wants to fuck you. Now class, how many of you would like to fuck Felicity.” All the hands shot into the air.

“Well, we can’t do that now, but maybe she’ll be available tonight. Okay Felicity?”

“Um, okay Mistress.” Blushing and trying to avoid the lustful stares.

Did I just agree to fuck or be fucked by nineteen beautiful girls? I was beginning to think of all of them, even the ones with penises as ‘girls.’ Was I one too? I mean, I was the only flat chested one in the group and didn’t have the ass any of them had. But I was dressed and made up like a slutty girl.

Mistress Janice said, “Okay girls, I assume you all did the required reading last night. Any questions?”

A girl with a collar that said ‘Rebecca’ raised her hand. “Mistress, I kept seeing the term CSL. But they never explained what that meant.”

“Excellent question. But rather than me just telling you, we have a great example. Felicity would you please stand up and face the class.”

I did as instructed.

“Now please open your mouth and form it in the shape of an O. Felicity is a very lucky girl. She has perfect CSLs. Cock sucking lips. I am almost sure every man she meets is going to want those lips around his cock. And probably all you girls who still have a penis. Yes, a very lucky girl who is going to have many cocks sliding in and out of her mouth. How many of you girls would like to use Felicity’s mouth that way?’

All the girls with penises raised their hands.

“Well we don’t have time for all of you. Tell you what, Felicity will do one of you this morning and one this afternoon. And she’ll continue doing two a day until you’re all taken care of. Let’s see, I think Georgia is next in line for the change, so I’m going to let darıca escort her go first.”

A tall ebony girl with classic legs came up from the back of the class and smiled at me. She positioned me on my knees. She pulled her thong aside and a large penis was two inches from my mouth. I kept my lips closed. There was no way I was going to suck a cock.

She pinched my nose shut and I opened my mouth for air. In a flash, her penis was in my mouth and resting on my tongue. Mistress Janice was behind me and grabbed my head and was forcing me to bob up and down on the cock. I could feel it growing larger and larger until I felt I couldn’t take anymore. Luckily, I felt Georgia shudder and a torrent of sperm went down my throat and filled my mouth. Georgia pulled out but Mistress Janice clasped a hand over my mouth and said “Swallow.”

After that, I was made to lick Georgia clean and not waste any of her cum. She thanked me and the whole class gave me a standing ovation. I stood up red faced. What was this place? And I knew if I didn’t get out of here, I was going to do this twice a day for the foreseeable future. All the girls with cocks, including the teacher, were pulling on their shafts and leering at me. I knew exactly what they were thinking. Why did I have to have CSLs?

The rest of the morning was devoted to various discussions. The first topic was what was the best position. The vote was sixteen for doggy style, three for cowgirl and one for missionary. Not having any experience, I voted for doggy style because I didn’t want anyone to see my eyes while a dick was going in and out of my ass. The discussion ended when Ava said she didn’t care as long as she was getting it good. The whole class, including myself, burst out laughing.

Next was a discussion for only the ‘changed’ girls. What was best, anal or vaginal? I was surprised when this was deadlocked at four to four. The anal girls said it was because they could play with their clit while being pounded. Interesting.

Nest came a spirited debate about gang bangs. Ava was all for it and confessed she once had four dicks in her at the same time. Two were in her mouth. Georgia said it was probably the only way they could get her to shut up.

Somehow, the talks turned to clothing. I found this more interesting than the talk about sex. After all, I had no intention in participating in sex acts but it was apparent I would have to dress like a girl. I actually wanted to learn what the other (did I think other?) girls thought. First it was agreed that thongs were uncomfortable but were suitable for advertising. (I vowed never to wear a thong again.) Skirts that zipped up the side were easier to manage than ones that zipped in the back. Heels over four inches were really only appropriate for the bedroom. It didn’t really matter how high they were if your feet were pointed towards the ceiling or you were getting it doggy style. Stockings were vastly preferred to pantyhose. And a garter belt was better than stay ups, which tended to sag over time. And, oh, the garters were always worn inside the panties.

I asked why. A girl named Regina said, “So you can take them off in a hurry, silly. No one whos’ going to fuck you wants to wait for you to unhook your garters. They’ll get impatient and go find some other slut to screw.” Good thing to know. Mistress Janice reminded the girls that pants, shorts and culottes were against the rules. Our private pats must always be readily accessible for accepting a cock. After all, that’s the reason why we had assholes and cunts. To get fucked as much as possible.I looked down at the floor.

A bell rang and Mistress Janice announced we had forty-five minutes for lunch. Lunch was compulsory – we needed our nutrition. But if we got done early, we could take a partner or two and have fun in the adjacent room.

We all trooped down the hallway to the lunch-room. On the way, Georgia pinched my ass and whispered in my ear, “It’s going to be fun fucking you.” She had had my mouth and now she wanted my ass!

I sat next To Ava. Some waitresses brought out trays loaded with glasses. One etched with the name ‘Felicity’ on it was set in front of me. It looked like a frothy milkshake. I picked it up and took a sip. From my experience with Georgia, I knew immediately what it was. I turned to Ava. “This is sperm!”

“I know. Isn’t it delicious? This is all we get to eat. I usually have two or three glasses.”

“They expect me to subsist on only sperm?”

“Don’t worry Felicity. It’s enhanced with all the nutrients you need. And mega doses of female hormones. And some other stuff to help your body and your mind change. Now drink up, you won’t be allowed back in class until you’ve had your lunch.”

I took a big gulp and noticed Georgia heading towards us. I gulped the rest down and turned to Ava. “Was that true about what Mistress Janice said about the sisterhood?”

“Sure, why?”

With my eye datça escort on the approaching Georgia, I responded, “Because I want to fuck you.”

She chugged the rest of her lunch and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go.”

We went over to a doorway on the side of the lunchroom. As the door closed behind us, I looked back and saw Georgia with a disappointed look in her eyes.

We spent the rest of the lunch period discovering each other’s bodies. Her pussy was delicious. She sat on my face and we did a 69. Eventually, she begged me to get inside of her. I was more than happy to oblige. We both had earth-shattering orgasms. I don’t remember an orgasm ever lasting so long. I laid on top of her and sighed.

“That was great Felicity. We can do that whenever you want. Just don’t get the wrong idea. I mean, we can be girlfriends while we are here, but eventually, both of us are going to be given to the man who purchases us. That’s what we are being trained for. To be used any way he wants.”

I’m going to be sold to a man? Like a sex slave?

We exited the room back to the dining room. Suddenly, it didn’t seem strange to be walking with our hands on each other’s butt. I noticed Georgia standing against the wall and stroking her cock. I gave her a smile.

We headed back to the classroom.

When we got back from lunch, there was a lot of excitement among the girls. I wondered how many of them had had sex during the break.

But then I found out what all the excitement was about. Mistress Janice told us all to take our seats. The other girls all rushed to do so. I got to mine and found the cushions had shown up. And in the middle of the cushion was a rigid six-inch rubber dildo. I stood next to my seat and just stared at it.

Mistress Janice said, “Is something wrong Felicity? Please take your seat. There’s lube in your desk if you need it.”

“I’d rather not Mistress.”

Georgia immediately raised her hand. “Mistress Janice, if Felicity doesn’t want to take her seat, she can sit on my lap.” Her cock was rigid and sticking out of the top of her thong by at least three inches. How did I ever get that thing in my mouth?

Mistress Janice said, “Would you prefer that Felicity? Either the dildo or Georgia’s cock is going up your ass. The choice is yours.”

I took another look at both the dildo and Georgia’s bigger cock. I got the lube from the desk and lathered up the dildo. I slowly lowered myself onto it until my ass cheeks hit the cushion. I sat there with my mouth hanging open and my cheeks turning bright red.

Mistress Janice picked up a small tablet and handed it to a girl named Eleanor. “Okay, Eleanor, all the girls names are listed. You may pick one. You know how the controls work.” Eleanor took the tablet and touched the screen a few times. One of the fully changed girls named Ursula let out a gasp and squeezed her legs together. Eleanor kept touching the screen as Ursula squealed and moaned. After a few minutes she threw her head back and said “Oh fuck, oh fuck!” and obviously orgasmed.

After she recovered she was given the tablet. She picked a dicked girl named Deborah who immediately started bouncing up and down on the dildo. After a while, a stain appeared on the front of her thong.

Three more girls took their turns. The recipient never knew it was her until it started happening. The tablet was handed to Regina. I felt a sudden warmth in my ass. And then some vibration. I was being fucked in the ass. And as much as I tried to ignore it, it was pleasant. I tried to control myself but was soon riding the dildo like it was the most normal thing in the world. And finally, I had another fantastic orgasm that seemed to go on forever.

Now was my turn for some revenge. Georgia had humiliated me this morning by emptying her sperm into my mouth. And then by pinching my ass at lunch. And then the further humiliation of offering me a seat on her lap. I swiped her name on the tablet and turned on the heat and the vibration. She shuddered a little and looked me directly in the eyes. Not enough. I increased the warmth and the vibration speed. She kept staring into my eyes as she increased the rhythm of bouncing on her dildo. I increased the setting some more. Saliva started dripping from her mouth, but she never broke eye contact with me. More speed and heat. Her whole body was writhing and shaking. Finally, she let go with a shriek and sperm shot towards the ceiling. She closed her eyes for a second but when they opened, she was still staring at me. She walked over and took the tablet from me and said, “Thank you Felciity. I knew you would be fun.” I don’t think she was humiliated.

I pretty much kept my eyes down and tried to ignore all the moans and gasps as the game continued. I didn’t want to let anyone see in my eyes how much I enjoyed the play. What is wrong with me?

At one point, I looked back at the class when one girl was making a lot of noise.

Georgia was looking right at me. I quickly everted my eyes.

Ava, who was sitting next to me, leaned over and whispered, “Looks like you made a new friend…Just so you know, she’s the best fucker in here. Maybe even better than Mistress Janice. You’ll have to let me know what you think once they’ve both had you.”

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Copyright © 2021 by M.J. Moréo

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This book contains scenes that may trigger dysphoria including transphobia and penetrative intercourse (not at the same time). This book contains kink scenes including limb restriction and more. If these are themes you are not prepared to handle, please do not continue. Always read and play responsibly!

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⟡ CHAPTER TWO ⟡

‘How hard can it be to get a photography degree?’

After what felt like years of jumping through hoops, applying to schools, and being rejected for what he now realized were horrible grades, Dustin had finally found a school that would accept him.

He initially applied to the University that was 50 miles away, but the University itself suggested a community college whose credits would transfer smoothly too.

“We see this all the time and it’s really no big deal. Apply to Lake Stanfield Community College and get a few semesters of required credits in, but check online just to be sure they’ll transfer.” said the admission counselor.

That is exactly what Dustin would do and suddenly, his plan to go back to school was moving in full force.

He just had to tell his father.

“Dad,” Dustin began, feeling like a child rather than a 32 year-old man. “I-I need to discuss something with you.”

“What is it, Dustin? Are you OK?” Marius’ concern was clear, even over the phone.

“Yeah, Dad. I’m fine, I just needed to make sure you weren’t in the middle of work or something because this is, kind of, important to me.”

“Yes, I’m listening.”

Dustin exhaled. His stomach felt like it was continuously dropping to nowhere. The moment felt surreal after weeks of agonizing over it, he could hardly believe it was happening.

“I know this may seem out of the blue, but I’ve decided I want to go back to school to pursue photography. I’ve just been feeling really lost lately and after talking with Cas about it, I realized it needed to at least try, even if it doesn’t work out. Photography is something that makes me so happy and I’ve applied to a fairly rural community college. I can get my Associate’s there or even transfer and get a Bachelor’s degree.”

Finally taking a breath, a long pause fell between them, causing Dustin to bite his nails.

‘God, Dad! Say something!’

“Dustin, that is wonderful.” Marius was supportive, still, Dustin couldn’t help but note the twinge of sadness in his voice. “You know, all I’ve ever wanted is for you to be happy, my son. I am so proud you’re finding your way. Of course, the company will always be here for you, no matter what.”

RIVER

There was something about this guy that just felt bigger. The way he beamed and carried himself made everyone take note of him. I could practically hear all the townies in the classroom thinking, ‘Oh boy, you’re not from around here.’

The bright blonde who had just walked in had a chiseled face. His cheekbones could slice through diamonds and his eyes were the brightest hue of vibrant blues, even across the room, they pierced me.

He wore a simple long-sleeve white tee with blue jeans, and while anyone around here could wear those too, this guy’s apparel just looked expensive and pristine.

People around here rarely wore that kind of expensive stuff in the first place. Most of us couldn’t afford it, even if we did have those kinds of stores around here.

Needless to say, everyone could tell this guy was new. He was incredibly attractive, with his sleeves pushed up to his elbows and his bright watch shining on his wrist. His torso was slender under his tight shirt as he moved to shake the teacher’s hand.

Suddenly, my head began throbbing and my ears started ringing. I could feel my pulse in my temples.

‘This class is already giving me a headache.’

“Are you Dustin… Uh,” Mr. Hope looked at his clipboard. “Garn-yer?”

“That’s me,” said Dustin, with a large handsome smile that spread from cheek to cheek, exposing his immaculate teeth.

He didn’t bother correcting Mr. Hope’s pronunciation of his last name.

‘Yikes, don’t look so thrilled guy. Everyone around here will eat you alive.’

“OK, Dustin, uh… Please. Have a seat, anywhere you like.”

Everyone’s heads swiveled frantically, as we all looked around for open seats. Of course, the only open seats were in the back, next to me.

‘Don’t sit next to me, don’t sit next to me, don’t sit next to me.’

I watched the man’s blue eyes scan the room and land on me. He smiled and moved toward the back row, despite me wearing a scowl from the pain in my head.

‘Well, there goes any chance I had of being alone and mildly relaxed in this class.’

Mr. Hope continued setting up as the students resumed speaking amongst themselves. The man, whose name çorum escort I now knew to be Dustin, sat down as a waft of expensive cologne filled my nostrils.

‘Oh no, he smells so good.’

I could feel my body tense, trying my best not to look him in the eye. I knew if I looked him in the eye, he would talk to me and if he talked to me, then my heart would race and I would likely spend the next three days obsessing over if every little thing I said was funny or cool enough.

Instead, I awkwardly tapped my pencil on my notebook and stared forward. The pads of my fingers rubbed at my temples dramatically so hopefully, he’d get the hint that I wasn’t in the mood to chat.

‘I don’t care how hot you are. I gotta focus, I can’t fail a class.’

Thankfully, he got the hint. I hadn’t cracked a smile, even in the slightest just to be sure I wasn’t giving the wrong impression. Nothing to worry about there. Stephanie, the beautiful blonde woman who sat directly in front of us turned around and stared at the man. Stephanie was one of those women who, like Gil, also got along with everyone.

I silently thanked a higher power that she was about to start a conversation with Dustin, so I wouldn’t keep feeling like he wanted to talk to me.

“How old are you?” asked Stephanie, without saying hello. I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh. If he hadn’t already gotten a crash course on Lake Stanfield, Dustin was about to get one.

“I’m 32, how old are you?”

‘At the very least, it’s nice to know I’m not the only 30-something in here.’

“I’m 22. You look rich.” Stephanie began. “Logic tells me that if you’re rich, that means you probably have a career. Assuming you have a career, you may already have a degree. I think you understand where I’m going. What brings you to Ellis? Just curious.”

Stephanie’s tone wasn’t mean, in fact, it was the opposite. She was being extra gentle with her line of questioning, despite it being so aggressive and invasive. I watched Dustin lean forward. I had to practically rip my eyes away from staring at his jaw.

‘Holy shit, he’s handsome.’

“What the hell is Ellis?” He chuckled.

“Ellis. It’s what we, townies, call Lake Stanfield. We started off by saying L-S, but once you say it enough you realize it sounds like you’re saying Ellis. Anyway, back to my question – what brings you?” Stephanie cooed.

“Well, maybe I do have rich parents,” Dustin whispered with a charming smile.

“Do you?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe you’re right and I already have a career and I wanted to do something different with my life.”

“Oh, we’ve got a hot and mysterious new guy? That’ll spice this year right up. I’m Stephanie.”

“Dustin,”

Stephanie smiled, catching my eye.

“That’s River. He’s old too, but he’s shy and probably won’t talk to you. It’s not because he’s mean or anything. He just takes a long time to warm up to new people.” Stephanie spoke quickly before she could catch my wrath.

Before Dustin could turn to talk to me, Mr. Hope began his lesson, dimming the lights. Between taking notes and barely focusing on the syllabus Mr. Hope projected in front of us, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly aware of Dustin’s movements at all times.

Any sniff he made or any time his foot tapped the floor out of boredom – I couldn’t tear my focus away from him even though I desperately needed too.

‘Chill, River. We’re just going over the syllabus. No one pays attention to this anyway.’

When I heard Dustin gently tearing the corner of a sheet of paper, I knew what he was doing. He slid the note over to my desk and I noticed how attractive his hands are.

‘How can hands be hot?’

Images of those hands, roaming along skin, flew through my mind. From light touches to forceful, aggressive grips. My heart raced.

‘How old are you?’ Read the note.

’30 🙁 ‘ I scribbled back, sliding it back to him, hoping he wouldn’t reply.

If he did, how was I going to end the conversation? I didn’t know how to politely say, I need to pay attention in class.

‘Nice to know I’m not the only old person in here lol you don’t look 30’

‘Hey, 30’s are the new 20’s…You don’t look 32’ I wrote back.

I wasn’t being polite at that point. He didn’t look 32 – whatever that means. Maybe it was his sense of style or the way he carried himself – maybe it was just amazing genetics – but Dustin had the same air as Steph – of someone ten years younger than himself.

I inhaled deeply, doing my best to return my focus to the projection and not to Dustin, but when Mr. Hope’s voice droned on about how each homework assignment was ten percent of our grade, my mind drifted.

‘Dustin slowly peeled his tight shirt off, revealing underneath, everything I imagined his torso to be. His pecs were large and glistening as his waist narrowed, decorated with defined abs and his hips created a V, leading down into his pants. I imagined what those muscles looked like as his hips rolled.

He wasn’t too muscular. He was somewhere between çukurambar escort toned and buff. He was the perfect amount. I imagined sitting on his lap, grinding my own hips into his as our foreheads pressed together. His expensive cologne filled my nostrils as his head lolled back, revealing his thick neck underneath a defined jaw. I wanted to press my lips to that jaw. I wanted to feel the curve on my lips, giving him goosebumps all over.

I wanted to feel his hardness pressed against me, and grind all over him, making him about to burst before he could even get his pants off. ‘

BING! BING! BING!

‘Class is over already? How long was I not paying attention for?’

Quickly, I grabbed all my books and bookbag, without even attempting to be organized, I ran straight out of class. I needed to clear my head. I needed to be as far from the distraction as I could.

Of course, I hadn’t even realized that I had completely forgotten to grab my syllabus.

✧

I was doing my best to get Dustin out of my head all day, but unfortunately, I had nothing to keep me occupied until work. I did everything from reading, to exercise, to cleaning the house, but I had a hard time feeling normal until I resumed my scheduled shift at the gas station.

I sighed, driving past the few concrete roads left in town as the sun went down and lit up the surrounding cornfields. The gas station I worked at was just on the edge of Ellis, and acted like an entrance or exit to the tiny city.

I pressed the metal bar across the door and the bell binged, signaling to my brain that I was officially at work. For some reason, even sitting in my car outside the gas station, I could somehow still escape the idea that I was at work. It’s almost like, I could still leave if I wanted.

All I would have to do is drive away and never come back. But of course, I never did that. Instead, I’d take a deep breath and walk as slowly as I could into the building, only to be met with Ben, my night shift co-worker saying, “Morning shift didn’t do shit.”

Ben never says hello to me because he doesn’t like me. After I began transitioning, he told me he didn’t get it and doesn’t agree with it, which is fine with me because he doesn’t cause me much trouble other than being rude occasionally. I can handle that.

Sometimes that thought gets me down, but then I’m kind of thankful that he’s upfront about it. It’s the people that hold it in and put on the mask that really scare me.

Either way, we work well together because we don’t interact much. We just get our work done, which makes management happy. After I mop the floors, clean the windows, machines, bathrooms, do some inventory, and other simple tasks, I sit with Ben behind the front counter while he man’s the cash register and I do homework or read.

It’s a little deal we struck when we started working together. If I clean the whole place then he can just chill at the cash register. I don’t have to deal with people and he doesn’t have to deal with cleaning. For some, it’s not a fair trade but it works for me.

“School started?” Ben’s voice boomed as I pulled up my chair to the counter.

“Yes, sir.”

I looked down at my book but my vision blurred when the ringing in my ears vibrated my temples once again.

‘What’s with these damn headaches today?’

Headlights beamed through the window as Ben scoffed, putting down his phone and doing his best to look alive, even though it was 2:30 A.M. and looking alive wasn’t incredibly natural for him.

“Great, this fuckin’ douchebag again,” said Ben as we heard a car door close. I wanted to look outside, but the lights made my mind go blank with pain. My eyes focused on Ben as I did my best to forget my throbbing temples.

“Who?” I asked.

“Some new guy in town, I dunno. Saw ‘im last night -“

BING!

“Hello!” said Ben in his best customer service voice.

No response.

I continued working on my homework for my Creative Writing class, pressing a cold bottle of water against my face. My nose was deep in my books when I heard a glass bottle clank against the counter. A familiar voice asked for $30 to be put on Pump 3.

My pen ceased scribbling and my eyes hardly blinked. I desperately wanted to turn around to confirm it was him, but if I did, I knew he’d try to talk to me. Still, damn curiosity overwhelmed me.

“Hey… You’re… River, right? You’re in my English class.” Dustin stood on the opposite side of the counter with an eager expression as I looked over my shoulder.

‘I did it to myself,’ I thought. ‘I wonder why Ben of all people, thinks he’s a douchebag.’

“Hey, yeah. You’re Dustin, right?”

“You know this guy, Foster?” said Ben.

“Um, kind of -“

“I’ll let you deal with him then,” Ben said, running to the back faster than I had ever seen him move.

If it were coming from anyone else, I would have thought this behavior was odd, but Ben got away whenever he could. He just hated working and clearly, wasn’t fond of çukurova escort Dustin.

“Why do I get the feeling that guy doesn’t like me very much?”

“Dont worry too much about it, Ben doesn’t like anyone. Can I see your ID?” I asked.

“I don’t look over 21?” Dustin laughed, reaching in his Gushi wallet and retrieving his ID.

“Can’t take any chances,”

“Fair,” Dustin began. “So, uh, I get the feeling that you don’t like me very much, either.”

“Why do you say that?”

‘Of course, he’s even hot in his ID photo. No one should look hot in their ID.’

Dustin shrugged.

“I don’t know you well enough to not like you…”

I handed him his ID and scanned his vodka in silence, mentally reprimanding myself for being so awkward.

‘Come on, be cool. Be. Cool!’

“You’re from New York City?” I said, without my voice shaking.

“Oh yeah,” Dustin said, perky as always. “Born and raised.”

“You must miss it. I can imagine New York is very different from Ellis.”

“Big-time, people are different too. The only people I’ve met here are broke, meth-heads, or hillbilly townies, like, does anyone else come into this town, or is that all?”

My stomach dropped and any semblance of a smile that might have been on my face was effectively wiped away as Dustin chuckled.

“What’s someone as cool as you doing here?”

“Born and raised,” I said, quietly.

Dustin’s face instantly grew beet red and his eyes were wide as saucers.

“Ssshhhit, I’m so sorry I-“

“It’s OK.”

‘No, wait. Is it OK? Shit, is it too late to take it back?’

“H-here’s your vodka,” I said before Dustin grabbed it and his credit card.

Our fingers touched for just a moment before he began backing away from the counter. My heart thumped hard. I wished the touch lasted longer, even if the dreamboat did turn out to be a little bit of an asshole.

“Right, thanks. I’ll, uh, I’ll see you in class?”

“Yep.”

Suddenly, I could see why Dustin thought I didn’t like him because at that moment – maybe I didn’t.

“Dustin?” I said when he reached the door to leave.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t make fun of poor people who do drugs, man.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” His voice was filled with regret.

‘Does he know?’

“Good to see you again, River.”

The door binged and Dustin left. I couldn’t help but watch his plump butt hug his sweatpants when he walked to his car. My fingers mindlessly rubbed the spot on my hands where he had grazed and even though my opinion of him had dropped, I wondered if he craved more of my touch, the way I craved more of his.

It wasn’t until he had left and I was alone in the empty gas station that I realized my headache was suddenly gone.

✧

I had a weird feeling in my gut when I went to sleep that night, I couldn’t really tell if it was general anxiety or my body releasing the emotional inertia, but it did not feel good. I laid in my minimally blanketed bed, staring up at shapes that the shadows from my window formed on my ceiling.

‘Finally, you’re waking up,’

A magnetic, ethereal voice played in the back of my mind, just under my own thoughts. The voice wasn’t my own but I was trying so hard to relax, I wasn’t aware of it.

Inhaling deeply, I did my best to release the weird feelings from the day. My eyes fluttered closed and finally, I was in the darkness. Quiet, secluded, darkness. My mind drifted from things that made me happy, to things that made me anxious and back again. I laid, energetic, hoping, dreaming, wishing, and praying that tomorrow would be better…

‘Don’t fight it,’ The voice said. ‘Just hurry up and come back to me…’

“I-I like when you watch me,” Dustin breathed.

His lips were glossy and shining, but I could hardly focus on them as he laid in bed, nearly naked.

One hand rested on his toned abs, rubbing small circles in his light blonde happy trail. The sexy line of hair was like an arrow, pointing toward the waistband of his skin-tight boxer briefs and he was so hard that my breath caught in my throat.

I could perfectly see the outline of his member, as a wet spot emerged from the precum.

“I like that you like me watching.”

I was sitting next to him on the bed, looking down at his bright blue eyes. The room felt dewy like a light mist was about to fall and I could barely resist the urge to run my finger along that narrow jaw.

I wanted desperately to trace the lines of his neck as he looked me deeply in the eyes. I craved my touch on his skin, burning a trail in his thoughts.

But I didn’t.

My insides clenched when he bit his lips.

“Do you want to keep going?” I asked.

Dustin nodded.

“Do it.”

My own breathing grew heavy as I watched his fingers slip under the elastic. His thumbs hooked over them as he pulled them down.

Dustin moved painfully slow, and I liked it. I wanted to take in every inch of his skin, memorizing his hip bones and the top of his thighs.

My breathing became deep as a moan emerged in my throat that I held in with great strength when I saw the base of his cock.

Still moving slowly, he revealed more and more to me. His blonde hair was trimmed, but still a bit unruly and just as his entire member was about to be revealed to me, my attention returned to his burning blue eyes.

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Synopsis: An old man dies, torn by regret. Due to his high karma, he has “near-limitless possibilities for reincarnation”. He chooses to reincarnate in a fantasy world as a voluptuous futanari succubus with big tits and an irresistible smile.

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The pale girl wearing a dark magical girl’s outfit stood with her arms crossed, waiting impatiently for the next round to begin.

“You look frustrated,” an old, short, gray-haired man told the pale girl as he walked to her. He looked old enough to be somebody’s kind grandpa, balding, gray hairs at the sire, messy gray beard spreading across his jaw. Yet even his half-slouched posture carried with it the experience of the years that few possessed in this arena. He carried the same black armband as all the other participants, with a single-digit written on it with fiery paint.

“I’m fine!” the girl denied the obvious. “… This is taking too long!”

“You wish we had finished our game of Uglongs?” the old man asked.

“You wish that!” the girl said with a smirk. “I would have won anyway!”

“I certainly taught you all the tricks I knew in that game…”

“Y-you didn’t have to come here.”

“As if I’d miss the chance to spend a little more time with my favorite niece!”

“Yeah, right! I’m your only niece!”

“All the more reason for me to be protective!” the old man joked.

“This isn’t a game of Uglongs! I’ve surpassed you in every magic long ago! I’d be the one protecting you.”

“Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer’s returning enhanced voice could not go unnoticed by anyone in these mines. “It is time for the second round!”

“Ah, lucky you!” the old man laughed and turned to the announcer to listen to the rules of the next round.

“The next round will be straightforward!” the white hairball explained merrily. “Our lovely staff will bring forth a small set of items! The most important of those are the two wooden containers containing the fates of every participant in this arena!”

As the announcer explained this, the eighteen masked, shirtless staff members carried several tables, chests, and small barrels to a single small spot near the edge of the arena closest to the announcer’s platform that was far above.

As soon as the objects were placed in their designated spots, the men sat down with a distance from each other and turned to meditate in a lotus position, as they did once before. They summoned forth four great pillars of fire around the tables and chests and re-summoned the giant sphere above the arena that showed upon its screen anything that transpired within the arena that the controlling staff chose to show at an incredible magnification.

“Inside both of those containers rest a small set of balls. Wooden balls!” the announcer clarified. “In the first container are the balls containing the numbers of our sixteen remaining Participants. With a small added surprise to spice things up!”

This ‘surprise’ caused some indiscernible speculation among the spectators while the announcer continued.

“Our most senior overseer, John, will pull out the first ball to call out the first participant! That participant will then pull out a second ball to determine his opponent for a one-on-one duel to the death!”

This alone caused cheers amongst the crowds, excited for the bloodshed that would come when each of the unfortunate men and women pulled the one that they would have to kill or the one that would kill them.

“The second container contains the names of the weapons that our participants will be allowed to use to fight for their life! Each will have only one pull! Each can only use that weapon! Or their fists, if they’re particularly unlucky with their pull!”

Many laughed, making it clear that unfair fights were part of the appeal.

“Without further ado, John, please!” the announcer gestured to the old, scrawny masked man whose skin hung from his thin muscles.

John stepped before the first of the two tables on the arena and plunged his hand into the wooden container. He spun it around causing a rolling sound of wood scraping against wood. The man then extracted a small, orange-sized wooden ball out of the miniature bucket. With the help of his other hand, the masked man twisted the ball in opposite directions, unscrewing it and revealing a piece of paper within that fell on the table before him. The man picked up the light-blue piece of paper and held it high up, turning around so that everyone around him could see.

The giant magical screen locked in on the piece of paper the masked man held. On that paper, a single red symbol was clearly visible. A single number.

“Number Four!” the announcer shouted.

A short, elderly man took a step from his position amongst Konya travesti the scattered remaining participants, walking away from a cute girl he just conversed with.

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“U-uncle!” the pale, dark-dressed girl, Number Forty, called out to the old man who slowly walked away from her, toward the group of shirtless masked men and the equipment they brought.

The old man stopped, turned back to the girl, and asked, “Yes, Lilith?”

The large observer sphere above the arena focused in on the old man, clearly displaying the called-out fiery number four written across his black armband. He wore little else of note. A simple old man in simple, medieval ragged clothes. A plain shirt with long sleeves, brown trousers, and woven sandals. The complete opposite of the stylishly designed fantasy outfit of his niece.

“Throughout these years… I’ve caused you much trouble, haven’t I?” Number Forty asked meekly.

“Think nothing of it!”

“But I’ve been horrible to you! And all you did was look out for me! Saving me whenever I got into trouble… Being there when a dumb boy broke my heart… Unlike my deadbeat dad who just abandoned me!”

“He didn’t abandon you!” the old man said and sighed. He walked back to the distraught girl, put his hands on her shoulders, and said, “He loved you! And he was a better man than I ever was!”

“Stop defending that coward! Where did he run off to? Was he killed? Did he find a better daughter for himself?”

“Participant Number Four!?” the announcer’s voice echoed through the mines with a slightly annoying questioning tone of an overworked cashier. The announcer pretended to be searching for her missing first participant of the second round, even going as far as leaning over the railing and putting her hand above her eyes as she scanned the arena as if every single person in these mines including herself did not already know where Number Four was.

“… Let me take care of this next opponent real quick!” Number Four said to Lilith with a kind smile. “We’ll talk about your father when I get back.”

The old man then turned around and proceeded to the masked men.

“U-uncle…” Lilith muttered, putting her hand on her shoulder where her uncle’s hand was a moment ago.

With each step, the old man moved toward the four great burning pillars of the arena, farther and farther away from Lilith. Away from her. Out of her life. Just like her dad.

“I LOVE YOU!!” Lilith screamed out at the top of her lungs.

Number Four stopped, turned around, looked at Lilith with a knowing gaze, and said, “I know.”

Lilith wiped away a tear from her eye as she watched her uncle walk toward the fate-making containers.

“Awww, what a touching moment!” the announcer clasped her hands in delight as if she just saw a cute puppy. “Let’s all root for our dear Number Four to have a swift reunion with Number Forty! The last thing any of us would want is to see an old fart get gutted like a pig before his little girl’s eyes!”

Laughter broke out among a great majority of the spectators.

“Oh, you’re right! Who am I kidding?” the announcer giggled. “Number Forty is hardly a little girl anymore! Should I tell him what kind of company his ‘little girl’ requested during the intermission?”

“YES!!” an overwhelming majority of spectators shouted in unison.

Drop dead! Beatrice cursed the malevolent hairball along with the callous spectators. Beatrice never thought of herself as a particularly vindictive person, but now she found herself wishing she had made sure that Felicia got all her holes railed to the point of inability to speak back when she had the chance in that alley.

To the old man’s credit, he had a phenomenal poker face. Beatrice did not see so much as a single hair on his thick brows move as he walked the final, confident steps to the first of the two tables.

“Hm… hm, hm, hmmm~!” the announcer played up how hard it was to make a decision. “Oh! Let us do it like this! I won’t reveal any details for now—”

“BOOO!!”

“Now, now! Hear me out! If her old man bites it and gets slaughtered before Number Forty’s eyes we’ll let him bleed out with his innocent, virtuous image of his niece intact! But… If he survives… I might just bring witnesses! Maybe a re-enactment? Hey! If we offer Number Forty to have sex with Number Four for a chance to pass this round, do you think he’ll take it? Oh, but they probably do that anyway, so they’d probably have their pants down before I finish the offer.”

More laughter and encouraging cheers from the crowds.

The announcer momentarily undid her voice enhancement spell, turned to her masked partner on the platform, and said, “This is why I get paid the big bucks!”

“You’re not getting a raise,” the white-mask girl said, seemingly unimpressed.

“Hmph!” Felicia pouted and demonstratively turned her head away, reapplying the voice enhancement on herself.

_

Whether Number Konya travestileri Four’s blood was boiling or colder than ice he did not let it show and outwardly remained perfectly Zen. The wrinkly, skeletal shirtless man took the first wooden container into his hands and slanted it in Number Four’s direction.

“Ooh! The moment of truth!” the announcer commentated. “Among the balls inside that container are the names of the other participants. Who will he pick as his executioner? Of course, by killing the old man, that participant will incur the ire of the crowds for depriving them of the pleasure of listening to vivid descriptions of Number Forty’s “intermission” described and testified to her uncle. Haha! Number Four might just find himself with many supporters, cheering him on to victory!”

The old man simply sunk his hand into the miniature barrel that was barely larger than a regular ol’ bucket and pulled out a single wooden ball. Waiting for no instructions, he took the ball in both hands and turned the top and bottom in opposite directions.

“Wait, did I tell about the surprise—?” the announcer suddenly spoke up as if she remembered about the stove she left burning at her home.

A single white piece of paper falling from the opened ball in Number Four’s hands stopped the announcer from finishing her sentence.

The mines fell silent, only the swirling, burning sound of hot air, rising and expanding from the magical hellish, twisted flaming pillars and explosions around the arena remained. The spectators—and many of the participants too—looked at the white parchment with bated breath, hoping to see the number of the fated opponent.

There was none. The giant sphere above the arena showed a magnified blank rectangular piece of pristinely white paper lying on the rocks.

Number four picked up the piece of paper and turned it around in his hands a couple of times. There was nothing on it on both sides.

“Oh my!” the announcer gasped. “It appears that Number Four has picked out one of the special lucky balls! He will have the honor of facing one of hour honored guests and patrons of the Forge of Champions! Surprise!”

New flames shot up around the announcer’s high platform illuminating the announcer and the robed female figure standing a few feet to the side of her that wore a white mask to hide her face.

The announcer gestured with an open hand to the mysterious person and announced, “Please welcome the lovely miss… Ruby!”

But the crowds did not welcome Ruby. Some people cheered, sure, but many more murmured and whispered to each other in bewildered confusion.

“Miss Ruby, do you have any words to say to your opponent?” the announcer asked, conducting an interview without a microphone.

Yet despite the lack of a microphone, the white mask’s female voice was heard crystal clear thanks to the enhancement magic, “Choose any weapon you want.”

After those few words, the girl turned around and walked away from view.

… She’s going to walk down? Beatrice raised an eyebrow. Apparently, she wasn’t the only one wondering if they all were now supposed to stand around and wait for the little princess to get her ass down to the arena.

“A lady of few words!” the announcer said to prevent awkward silence. “Now, while miss Ruby gets down to the arena, let me explain the other differences in ‘Surprise’ bonus rules.”

She is walking down! Beatrice was shocked.

“How long are we supposed to wait for?” one spectator grumbled.

“Are they serious? Another delay?” another man shouted with frustration.

“Who the hell was that?”

“No idea!”

“I think I saw some people with such white masks before… But they never participated.”

“Nah, I remember one time in the finals.”

“I don’t even remember most of the finals!”

The announcer continued her explanation, easily drowning out the disgruntled voices with her enhancement. “Those participants that are lucky enough to draw miss Ruby as their opponent will have a free choice of any single weapon that our lovely assistants have brought! No need to draw for it!

“The other exception is that the participants do not even have to kill miss Ruby to win! Surviving for five minutes will be enough to proceed to the next round! Lucky you, Number Four, you may yet hear of your niece’s deeds!”

_

With the mysterious ‘miss Ruby’ nowhere to be seen, Number Four had plenty of time to pick his weapon. The shirtless men opened the massive chests they brought which contained a heap of sharp blades and pointy sticks.

The old man took skimmed over the surface contents of the chests, but instead of rummaging through each one, he knelt at one chest, placed his hand on the chest’s back wall, and gently nudged it forward. But instead of staying in place, like a some-three-hundred-pound object should have, the chest skid forward, sliding several feet across the rocks before the friction stopped it Travesti konya and it toppled over, spilling its contents across the ground.

“Agh!” one of the masked staff barely jumped out of the way from the chest that landed right where he stood a second ago.

Many, including Beatrice, were understandably surprised at the ease with which this old man emptied the chest with only as much effort as it would take to push forward a half-open door. The countless medieval weapons that scattered across the ground were even more numerous than what the chest’s maximum volume suggested it could fit. And considering the dimensions of several weapons which looked to match the Cleaver that Number Seven carried around, it indeed seemed likely that this was no ordinary chest.

But while many onlookers studied the weapons that spilled out, Number Four already threw over the second chest, filling the surrounding ground with weapons, though several slid right into a nearby pillar of fire that swallowed those weapons whole but did not let even the charred remains slide out on the other side of the pillar.

The scrawny skeletal masked man looked up to the announcer’s platform. His ribcage of a chest rose and fell rapidly, the man was fuming with anger. Yet the announcer simply ever-so-slightly shook her head, and the man turned back, remaining in place, watching Number Four with even greater rage, by which time Number Four had already walked toward the weapon of his choice.

“My my, not messing around, our little old niece-fucker, is he?” the announcer seemed amused. “Knocking our previous equipment around… I sure hope it’s not because of something I said. Perhaps Number Four was hoping for a different opponent?”

Ignoring the announcer’s chatter, Number Four wasted no time in picking a weapon and sat down on his knees next to a giant spiked metal ball that was lucky enough to roll past the nearby devouring pillar, covering some distance away from its original place of rest.

Bigger than the old man’s balding head, the ball was attached to no chains or handles like a regular flail or morning star would be. A solitary object, it rested on the ground on the support of several long, sharp, pointy spikes. Not a single pointy end looked bent or blunted, despite the serious misuse they suffered, casually rolling across the uneven terrain.

Sitting in his knees, Number Four carefully put the palms of his hands on the ball, putting his fingers between the pointy ends and muttered something inaudibly.

“This is bullshit! How were we supposed to know there’d be someone else participating!?” someone in the crowds complained.

“Hey, that’s right! What about this round’s predictions, ‘Thelicia’?” another man added. “And does that masked bitch plan to participate to the end of the games? What if she ends up winning the whole thing?”

“Concerning the ‘Special Rules’ of this round, miss Ruby is not officially competing in the games!” ‘Thelicia’ quickly explained, seeing and feeling more rising frustrations with the unexpected developments. “Think of miss Ruby as just another special obstacle for our participants to pass in order to advance. If they fail, they will die just as they would in a fight against anyone else: unworthy and forgotten.

“There are a few more ‘special’ balls among those with the other participants. Will anyone else be unlucky like Number Four? Or perhaps lucky? Our resident old niece-fucker might turn out to be stronger than he first seemed. Perhaps after a hard-fought, grueling brawl, miss Ruby will be easy pickings should she be drawn a second time? Oh, and speak of the devil!”

With everyone’s attention on Number Four or the announcer, nobody noticed the masked girl appear on a narrow winding path leading to the arena proper until the giant sphere’s screen changed to show the approaching robed, hooded female figure with a white mask obscuring her face.

_

“Finally!”

“Alright, let’s go!”

“About time!”

“Did she get lost in the tunnels or something? Move your little ass!”

Miss Ruby’s reception by the crowd was mixed at best. Most participants were savvy enough to understand that the girl spelled trouble. Anyone who was connected to or took part in the organization of this event and would willingly enter the fights with handicap rules had to be either dangerous or incredibly stupid. However, the average spectator would not know or care who this random new girl was. All she accomplished so far was delay the games.

Number Four did not let go of his giant spiky ball of death and continued to chant or channel, or mediate, or something. Nobody except Number Forty could have known for certain.

“What concentration from our resident niece-fucker!” the announcer’s hyping voice reverberated through the mines. “Not only does he not flinch when he sees his opponent approach, he does not even acknowledge her presence! Will this be an unexpected upset? Or is Number Four simply coming to terms with his imminent, bloody death?”

“I gave you plenty of time to prepare,” the white-mask girl said after she stepped on the giant arena platform and walked toward Number Four. “I hope you did not spend it all on your knees praying for a swift end to your shit existence.”

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Kween 02

I mean, I already knew that Ronald’s message was that I should find a red and white striped outfit to wear to the “Devils & Angels” party to represent the male gender devils and the female gender angels, so we don’t need to call him out for that, okay? I mean, his message was kind of true anyways, but listen, OMG, never start out by showing me a “Where’s Wanda” cosplay costume! I mean, it was cute and all for maybe a Halloween party or something, but OMG, nowhere did it say I’m half devil male and half female angel. I mean, it clearly said, “hi there, I’m Wanda and I heard you have been wondering where I’ve been” and nowhere did a devil or an angel come up!

But it was nice that he put in a little effort.

“Ronald, that’s a hard pass since it’s the wrong season for that, so, um, what else did you come up and um, are you rubbing hips with me, Ronald?”

“Oh, Kween and yes, I pronounced your name correctly, I mean, a couple of people need to bump a couple of hips while looking at a phone screen since they are smaller, so, never mind that because we’re just a couple of people looking at a phone in shadows of the Strip and…”

Oh, is a couple of people bumping hips in the shadows along the Strip exactly the same as we started out under the lights of a store front and slowly bumped hips until we were backed into the shadows then, hmm, folks? And Ronald was the bumper, by the way. But he brought a glass of punch for me way back in the day at prom, so, it was cool, you know, for a couple of people to grind hips in the shadows a few years later.

“Alright, Kween, here’s my trick, I mean, my thoughts, I mean, I know that you have been having second thoughts about attending the “Devils & Angels” party and find, maybe “Where’s Wanda” isn’t the best fit, but it comes with those tall, thigh high socks and I know that those things are your thing, so, um, keep scrolling because I found a couple more things and it’s only a coincidence that we have jointly stepped back a couple more steps into the shadows, so?”

Was it? Was it really just a coincidence that we stepped back a couple of steps into the shadows? Oh, and jointly too, tee he. But my prom punch came with a couple of kisses behind the cardboard painted quarter moon hanging and swinging thingy and a couple of people made room for us, so, whatever.

“I mean, look here, Kween because I found a couple of more red and white choices for you and if nothing else, you have to award me a couple of points for all this effort that I’ve gone through, so, scoot a little closer and have a look at a couple more things.”

Oh, in the last chapter, I mean, “scoot a little closer” got me into trouble in Ethan’s bed, um, well, that’s a lie since I started it and um, well, a couple of people should always scoot a little closer in a bed, um, the end. Especially since I’ve side sneaked with Ethan a couple more times since that night, that was nice, but that’s over by a couple of weeks now, the end.

“And this is where I hooked you, Kween because I found all these other styles of red and white stripped tall socks and since your earrings hooked in my hair behind the moon hanging thingy at prom from us sharing a couple of kisses, I mean, well, have a look at a couple more choices and by the way, we should both say “thigh high” socks a couple more times, so.”

Well, actually, I do like to say that myself, but not more than a couple of times a night per Buca travesti person.

“I mean, Kween, just try to tell me these red and white stripped thigh high socks aren’t the whip, the bomb and a couple of other things too!”

Well, that little fucker! Who is taller than me.

Anyways, that little fucker, who is taller than me, found a pair of winter holiday themed red and white stripped thigh high socks, which looked great, but they came garnished with a green bow at the top and ta da, Suzie Homemaker, I am not! I’d leave a big hole in those thigh high socks if I tried to remove the green bows on my own. But they did look nice.

“Well, Ronald, other than they are also seasonally wrong, um, I award you a couple of points, but listen, thigh high tall socks are just one piece of an outfit, so…”

[Oh, Ron scrolled a couple of screens down and he was quick about it]

“I mean, ta, da!”

Well, that little fucker! Who is taller than me.

I mean, I have more than a couple of pairs of Denim shorts since I’m a double-shorts wearing type of person, but huh, I don’t have a pair of blood red Denim shorts and I really liked what I saw on his phone screen after he scrolled a couple of screens down.

“Fine, Ronald, you’re award a couple more points on top of the other couple of points that I just award you, but listen, I’ve just ran a couple of outfit schemes and themes through my head and they all come out a little too on point with “Where’s Wanda” and that won’t do. I mean, red and white stripped stuff just isn’t going to work at a “Devils & Angels” party, so?”

[Huh, that Ron guy was quick to scroll a couple more phone screens down then]

Well, that little fucker! Who is taller than me.

“Then split the difference, Kween and attend as the vampire in the middle and ahem, I know you wear black and purple thigh high socks a couple of times a week and since the Denim shorts are blood red, I mean, you’re the fashion expert and all, so, I mean…”

Well, that little fucker! Who is taller than me.

“Well, Kween, I obviously put in some effort, so, stop mumbling that I’m a tricky little fucker to the air and say something else!”

Oops, my bad.

And by the way, for you couple of followers who might want to visit back to the first chapter, I mean, I may have mentioned a couple of times that black and purple are my “to go” or something, so, shut it. And, and, and, a vampire is exactly in the middle between the male devils and the female angels!

“Ronald, fine, I’ll reconsider not attending Danny’s “Devils & Angels” party because a blood thirsty vampire in blood red Denim shorts and black and purple thigh high socks will balance things out, but listen, I tried the risqué dating thing for the past couple of weeks and I found out that there are seriously hellish consequences with that, so, this is not a dating thing, okay, Ronald?”

“Yeah but, Kween, yeah but, Kween, yeah but, Kween, we can make out like banshees, right? I mean, Danny’s place is a mansion!”

“Oh, we can make out like sex starved banshees, Ronald, but that’s all and I halfway mean it!”

Well, the ‘rents of Danny Daniels do have a large house and all, so. And it has a couple of floors, so, um, well, there should be a couple of places for a couple of people to sneak away, we’ll see if that’s the end, the end.

And I ordered the holiday seasonal red and white stripped socks Buca travestileri with the green accent bows for another time because they did look nice and all I needed was a person who knew how to reverse sew, right?

[The Red Demin Shorts Shop front door jingle, jangle]

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the honorary Congi Zen, the Queen of the Strip! How can I help you, my babies, hmm?”

“Jules, shut it. It’s Kween and you know that already! Anyways, I need your best blood red Denim shorts and the perfectly matched black or purple activewear shorts for under and I’m coming up short with a couple of ideas for a vampire pullover, so, that’s how you can help me, so?”

“Oh, oh, I can’t wait to let my sister, Julia, know that you’ll be at the “Devils & Angels” party sucking on necks then! She kind of has a couple of thoughts about you and is hoping you’ll switch back in a couple of years, so?”

Oh, trust me, Jules and Julia Jullian are a couple of sisters to reckon with alright!

“There, Kween, these blood red shorts fit you perfectly and they will be the star of your outfit, but I’m warning you, there will be a couple of true devils at the party and from I just saw since I joined in the dressing room, I mean, sometimes devils can really be devils, so, watch it. And tell my sister that I saw you naked first, tee he.

Well, one cannot wear new blood red Denim shorts without a new pair of undies, it harmless, it was a first, it was very exciting, why does this have to be the end, the end.

[The Mis Matched High Top Shop front door jingle, jangle]

“Oh, Queen, come on in, my sweets, I have just the mis-matched pair of High Tops for you, I mean, ta, da, one black and ta da, one purple, both on sale as a pair and since I need to make this sale, I mean, hey there, hey, Kween, so?”

Well, Carrie saved it at the end, so, she made the sale.

“Alright, Kween, now confess. I mean, have you transitioned into calling him Ronny yet because I have to tell you, that guy grew up from geek to cute and he’s well on his way to handsome, so?”

Oh, I mean, well, Carrie was right about that little fucker! Who is taller than me. Ronald had grown handsome, the end.

“Fine, don’t confess the truth to me then, Kween, but just know that my sister, Cary Carrison, will be at the “Devils & Angels” party and she is the nosey one, so, I’ll find out anyways. Thank you for supporting my oddball shoe shop, but since you’ve always been then the oddball, it all fits better than your new High Tops, the end, bye.”

Well, I may have called the oddball a couple of times, so, what?

“Oh, you’re just what this “Devils & Angels” party needed, Kween because there should always be an exactly in the middle vampire in attendance and there are like six rooms upstairs and if you’re wearing purple and black stripped undies to match your purple and black stripped thigh socks, then, I mean, then we should upstairs so we can have some sex, so?”

“Oh, Greg, that’s not how it works at all because my base color theme is black and purple and not purple and black and the strips on my skimpy undies are diagonal anyways, but diagonal stripes are my thing for my skimpy undies now since I bought the thong that I’m wearing tonight, but you can say something nice about my blood red Denim shorts and then go away, so?”

“Oh, um, they seem to be the star of your outfit, Kween, but I still want to be your Travesti buca porn star stud for your blow job sex tape reveal, so?”

I mean, those were Greg’s words, not mine.

“Mwahahaha! I am your vampire master, Queen and I “mind will” you into hypnotizing sex upstairs, mwahahaha!”

That might have worked if Henry was actually dressed as a vampire instead of a devil in a red cape.

“Fine, mwahahaha, I “mind will” some devil banshee stuff on you, Queen, so, let’s sneak upstairs for a couple of minutes, okay? Also, mwahahaha!”

Did Henry really have “mind willing” powers then? Oops, yep. But just so that I could check of the upper floor of the Daniels mansion, which by the way, OMG, had room doors that looked like they cost more than my home gym equipment all put together!

“Henry, I mean, you’re an idiot for mispronouncing my name so much because just the wood alone on these doors is enough to seduce me into taking care of your wood right now!”

“Wait, what, did this work? Am I blindly going to win, Kween?”

Ahh, no, but I can tease back, right? Also, revisit above where I said something about learning my lesson from the consequences of the dating scene. I mean, I traded in my dating card for my old tease card, the end.

“Oh, well, hello, Kween, I mean, thanks for coming to my “Devils & Angels” party, um, you look very nice tonight, but, tee he, no fair vampire biting too many of my guests on the neck for your life line blood and I hope you enjoy yourself, so, carry on then.”

You see, folks, more people should be as polite and refined as Danny Daniels. He has always been pleasant and polite and to the best of my knowledge, has never judged anyone, why does Danny Daniels have to be the end of that?

“Danny and yes, Danny, I always refer to you as Danny instead of the more refined Dan, I mean, is there a bathroom in this place where I might have a little privacy because with all the devils that here…”

[Oh, so, the refined Danny Daniels knows how to use a shushing finger then?]

“Say no more, my little queer queen because I get how a couple of these devils might not let you pass too easily as you make your way down the hallway, so, Kweeny Beany, follow me and I’ll show to my ensuite bathroom in my bedroom…”

I mean, folks, it’s just a known fact that private bathrooms are like gold to people like me!

“But in exchange.”

Oh, I mean, don’t people usually say what the “in exchange” is and means when they say “ah-hah, but in exchange”, hmm?

“Oh, are you gazing blankly and waiting on me, Kween? I was waiting for you to “gulp” for effect, so.”

“(Gulp).”

“But in exchange for the safety of your bathroom needs tonight…”

“(Gulp)”

“I mean, Kween, can you make it happen so that I can visit the “Peep & Pull” adult bookstore like everyone has been doing, but you know, but keep my family name rep intact, huh?”

Well, SOB! That’s the exact same thing that his very refined daddy, Mr. Daniel Daniels asked a couple of weeks ago when I was up at the “Peep & Pull” peeping booth store!

“And OMG, stop texting…”

[Tap, tap, tap, tap…]

“I just said it, this needs to be more private than private! And a few instructions wouldn’t make me mad, so.”

“(Gulp) oh, I’m not texting, Danny, I’m re-applying online for a quick re-activation of my “kissing and other stuff” card!”

“(Gulp) I mean, Kween, are the vampire stripes on your undies, I mean, diagonal then?”

“You’re about to find out, Danny. Is that your bedroom right there, hmm?”

Well, the diagonal striped black and purple vampire undies end. I mean, he’s hot and rich, so. Oh, and he’s refined.

End Kween 02

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Jewel Ascending Ch. 10

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Babes

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, or non-consensual sex.

*

The CEO Succumbs.

Today In The News, with Award Nominated Anchor, Ida Ditarod!

Purloined Panty Prank puts Pranksters in Prison.

The courts came down hard today and rejected the defense of “It’s just a prank bro!” from the defendants as a lame excuse from the perpetrators of the non-sanctioned City College Concubines Club.

The perpetrators were found guilty of placing premium precision nanobots in the panties of college coeds with the programmed purpose of causing intense uncontrollable sexual arousal.

“We just wanted pussy and they wouldn’t put out.” One prankster posse member purportedly proclaimed prior to trial…

Neil glared at the television. Those fucking bastards! Couldn’t keep a fucking secret and went too far. Neil’s anger spiked as his friend’s actions would now cost him everything. It hadn’t always been like this…

**

Neil sat at his computer and watched from his chat camera as one of his team worked out a problem with a potential new hire. The whole team including Neal had been struggling to solve a programming problem and the kid found the answer in less than an hour.

“The only way to crack this open would be to infiltrate a software update.” Dustin suggested.

“QA group always catches those.”

“No. The weak link is this line of code right here…do you see it?” Dustin asked, pointing to the screen.

Xander had to listen closely as Dustin spoke so softly. The kid was extremely shy. Xander looked again at the line of code Dustin was indicating.

“Yeah…yeah, I see it now. This would allow us access to their data files undetected.”

“Yes. I think so too.” Dustin agreed.

“But to get it in past the virus detection…” Xander considered…

“Then don’t. Just substitute a whole new program at the next update.” Dustin spoke softly and didn’t make eye contact.

“Yeah, maybe…” Xander took his time to consider his options. The clocked ticked away slowly

“Look, I gotta go…” Dustin began.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah…get going. Big performance tonight right? Playing Helena…a midsummer nights dream?”

“Yes. Grandma says I need to get out more.” Dustin blushed as he escaped from his computer desk and left. His computing group at high school found it funny that he played the women’s roles in Community Theater.

Neil opened his chat window as soon as Dustin left and had a look at the code with the other programmers and Xander.

“We should bring him in. He’s good and his idea would work.” Phil pronounced.

“Look, Dusty” Neil spoke with sarcasm in his voice, “is a good programmer and coder but he can’t work for us. No way! We need someone to commit to our plan and someone trustworthy. Dustin ain’t it. He’s never going to amount to anything.” Neil stood firm.

Xander knew that Neil didn’t much care for Dustin Thurston. Dustin said he had social anxiety disorder yet the group all knew he did acting on the side. If you were too shy to talk in private how could you act on stage? Neil was convinced Dustin’s alleged disorder was bullshit.

“He just uses the money we pay him to save for college. He’s a math wiz. I hear he’s going to MIT. He’s going into finance or something. Besides, he’s just a kid, what is he 14, 15? We need someone more trustworthy and who can commit to our scheme.” Bill added.

The whole team knew that Neil already received his degree through summer work and were of the opinion that he was angry at the world. Creating new software from scratch wasn’t easy. What was even worse, in Neil’s opinion, was when management wouldn’t pay them as programmers and coders their fair share. As high school seniors they were basically unpaid interns. Neil’s dad was a businessman though and had helped him to start his own company. Neil planned to take the software they wrote with them and sell it as their own.

Secure banking software that would guarantee secure transactions worldwide was an important and lucrative market. If he could deliver the product then he could reap the rewards!

Four years later Neil was riding high! Not only had his startup company cornered the market and signed the most important financial transaction security software in banking history, he was incorporating his second company as well.

Neil smirked as his parents were so proud of him. They even gave him his inheritance early, just like they promised. Technically he was a trust fund baby now with over a million dollars from his parents. He was also a millionaire in his own right from his software, and would soon make even more money with his new medical nano-bot company.

Life was good…but right now his friends were really bringing him down.

“Dude, you coming to graduation?” Xander asked.

“UCLA Forever!” Phil screamed exuberantly.

“What for. Just a long day of boring speeches. I have better things to do.”

“Like what?”

“Party with my bitches yo!!!”

“S’yeah, Levent travesti like we ever party. We’re software nerds. When’s the last time any of you got laid?”

“Maybe you losers can’t find a babe but don’t count me among you.”

“Yeah? Like who?”

“Goldie Duggar, if you must know.”

“Dude…You’re banging Goldie Duggar?”

Neil merely nodded smugly.

“Duudee…how?”

“Swear to secrecy?”

“Dude, I’m Ashamed you have to even ask us that.”

“True…ok…it’s like this…”

Neil revealed his ability to control women using the medical nanobots he had coded for his graduate program. After several minutes of disbelief his friends finally accepted it as truth.

“C’mon man, share the love. Hook us up.”

“Look, it’s too expensive but I think I have a low cost alternative.”

“How’s that?”

“Every batch creates thousands and thousands of bots that don’t work right. The defective bots are tossed into recycling.”

“How’s that supposed to help us?”

“The bots still can stimulate nerve endings. They just don’t work together to create new pathways. What if we use these to stimulate the women you want. Basically every time they look your way they feel pleasure. Its basic stimulus and reward, they see you they feel good. They look away, they lose the good feelings.”

“What say you guys dose a couple of hotties with bots programmed with your image in mind. The girls get the dose…you get the girls…easy peasy!”

Needless to say Neil’s friends were eager to try.

**

Neil’s reminiscence was abruptly interrupted.

“The Special Assistant confirms he will be here to see you in 5 minutes sir.” The CEO’s desk intercom announced. Neil couldn’t help but hear the layers of condescension in the tone of his Administrative Assistant’s voice as she made her announcement.

Neil Smith quickly switched off the news channel he was watching and stood up from behind his desk. He kicked off his patent leather shoes (no socks) and then with speed and precision born of practice he quietly slipped out of his suit jacket (Armani if you were wondering) and loosened his belt to doff his trousers. He carefully lay out and folded both of them neatly on a coffee table in the center reception area of his office so as to prevent wrinkling.

Neil removed his necktie, folded it loosely and set it neatly on the suit. Then he doffed his fitted dark blue shirt, folded it neatly as well, and placed it with the other articles of clothing. Lastly he pulled apart the Velcro seam that held a tight compression wrap around his chest and placed it neatly onto the pile of clothes.

Neil now stood in the center of his spacious and tastefully decorated executive office wearing only his sky blue full cut hipster panties and matching brassiere set. A powder blue basque cinched tightly around his middle to provide slight figure control and emphasize the narrowness of his waist. His C cup breasts, courtesy of saline and silicon breast implants, now freed from being bound by the compression wrap were fully displayed.

The holdups attached to his basque slipped under his panties and then clipped perfectly to the lace hem of his snow white thigh high stockings. The lace hem of his stockings had lacing and an adorable delicate lace bow sewn at the back of his thighs so as to draw attention to the tops of his legs and his full pert bottom.

Neil walked back to his desk and from the bottom desk drawer where he retrieved a sky blue plunge bra that matched his panties and basque. Donning the bra the plunge cut gave ample display accentuating his cleavage.

Lastly he retrieved from the same drawer a pair of 4 inch high snow white leather rounded toe sling-back stiletto heels and placed them on his feet.

Neil walked over to his private bathroom and retrieved a small cosmetics case, the staccato tapping of his heels on the office floor reverberated softly in the otherwise quiet room; accentuating his predicament. With skilled ease he applied eye-shadow and mascara upon his eyelids and eyelashes, and then applied deep red matte colored lipstick to his lips. A spritz of perfume on his wrists, cleavage, and then a small spray of mist to form a cloud in the air that he walked through completed the hasty make-over.

Neil moved to the center of his office, feet shoulder width apart, hands together behind his back and facing his office door as he waited for “his” special assistant to arrive.

Arriving precisely on time, punctual as ever; Neil noticed, the door to his office opened and Saul Wright, the special assistant to the CEO walked in.

Neil noted that his administrative assistant was also watching through the open door from her desk and he clearly noted her expression of scorn and disdain.

Neil turned his attention back to the man now facing him…towering over him…

Unlike Neil who barely topped out at 5 foot 7 (5 foot 11 in heels) and 135 pounds, Saul Wright; Special Assistant to the CEO was a physically imposing Levent travestileri man. At 6 foot 6 inches tall and pushing two hundred and fifty pounds of sheer muscle the man could physically intimidate nearly anyone.

The contrast between Neil and Saul could hardly be greater between the hairy, burly, muscular and tall Special Assistant and the diminutive, slim, smooth and hairless CEO. Indeed, Neil quivered slightly as Saul approached, too closely, and within Neil’s personal space, and just…occupied…the room.

The Special Assistant took in Neil’s appearance with a smug domineering manner as he gently touched the soft silk fabric of Neil’s brassiere and grunted his approval.

“Did you see the news?” He demanded.

“Yes sir.” Neil responded weakly and obediently. How did it get to this point where he as CEO had to defer and obey his special assistant like this? Neil let the rhetorical question slip from his thoughts. He already knew the answer.

“Good. Then it’s starting.”

The S.A. walked over and sat down behind Neil’s desk in Neil’s executive chair. Neil felt his body take control and he followed the S.A. When the S.A. sat down Neil knelt down between his legs.

“Begin.” Saul commanded.

Neil could see through his peripheral vision that the door to his office was still open. His secretary could clearly see what they were doing. Neil didn’t stop however.

He couldn’t.

Neil opened the fly on the trousers of Saul’s pants and with his small almost delicate hands fished out Saul’s cock.

The cock seemed to get momentarily stuck as he pulled, but as Neil pulled harder the cock suddenly sprang free from its confines and struck Neil squarely in his face with a loud resounding “THWAP”.

The slapping effect momentarily stunned Neil but he recovered quickly.

“I’m sorry daddy, did I hurt you?” Neil apologized to the cock. “Let me make it all better.”

Neil kissed the head of the cock. Neil’s deep red matte colored lipstick left a deep red matte colored lip shaped smudge on the circumcision scar of the engorged mushroom shaped head.

Neil waited only a moment to see if there would be any specific instructions for him from Saul and when none were forthcoming he continued. Neil quietly waged an internal war in his own mind. He wanted to fight back…he wanted to struggle…but he couldn’t overcome the actions of his body…

With gentle kisses, and then with more lascivious kisses Neil began his worship of the cock before him. He salivated as he used his tongue to caress and tease and moisten the shaft of Saul’s cock. The huge 8 inch monster that stood erect and proud before him demanded and deserved it.

With saliva heavy kisses that quickly coated the head and shaft Neil moistened his lips one last time before orally engulfing the giant dick. Neil stroked the shaft with both hands wrapped around the cock’s girth.

Neil looked up to the face of the man whose cock he was now sucking. He tried to make eye contact but his special assistant simply reached for the phone on Neil’s desk and made a call.

“Hey baby.”

Neil listened closely as he began his head bobs to work his mouth carefully down his S.A.’s shaft.

“Yeah…it’s begun.”

Neil was making good progress. He was able to take another ½ inch of shaft each time he bobbed down….closer…getting closer…

“Yes…call them up and arrange the meeting.”

Meeting? What meeting? Neil wondered as he was now nearly 2/3rds of the way down. Saul’s cock had reached his gag reflex. Neil moved his hands to Saul’s ball sack and gently manipulated his balls, massaging and fondling the heavy orbs.

“Now is the perfect time. It needs to happen tonight.”

What needs to happen, Neil wondered? Neil pushed past his gag reflex and let the cock enter his throat.

“Actually, she’s taking it really well.” Saul said lewdly.

Neil looked up, irrationally, to see if he could see what his special assistant was talking about. He made eye contact and instinctively knew that Saul was obviously talking about him. The look of egotistic pride and assuredness was unmistakable.

“Yeah…She’s s’all right.” Saul punned, as he smirked and winked at Neil.

Neil briefly wondered what Saul was seeing from his point of view but remembered that he didn’t have to imagine it at all. He had been shown plenty of pictures on other occasions.

No doubt he saw the strain of Neil’s jaw and stretch of his cheeks as he struggled to swallow the Special Assistant’s massive sword. He saw the tight deep red matte colored “O” shape of Neil’s lips as they too were stretched and wrapped around the overlarge shaft filling his mouth. He saw the watering of his eyes as mental humiliation, emotional stress, and physical strain fought the control over him.

“Alright…I’ll see you then…love you too.”

Neil’s Special Assistant hung up the phone with a smile playing across his face.

“Damn Olivia that is some amazing dick sucking you’re doing!”

Neil Travesti levent felt as if a switch closed inside him. Her eyes fluttered and she responded with an effeminate moan of pleasure as she continued to orally worship the massive cock before her.

“Nancy, grab your Strap on and some lube and get in here.” Olivia heard the executive yell. Nancy was the secretary, right? No! She was the Administrative Assistant! A very important job. Olivia felt sorry for disrespecting her with an inferior subordinate job title. But she was going to come in and play too? Oh goody!

A few moments later Olivia heard the tap of high heels across the floor as Nancy entered the room and came over. Olivia saw with her peripheral vision that Nancy wasn’t wearing her business attire anymore. Her pencil skirt and blazer were missing. Nancy was wearing lingerie similar to Olivia’s. She was sporting a large pink strap on dildo attached to a harness. Seeing Nancy’s lingerie Olivia smiled with a misplaced feeling of solidarity and approval.

“Let’s put this bitch between us and see who cums first.” The executive said.

“Of course sir.” Nancy answered.

Olivia lost sight of Nancy as she moved into position behind her. She felt Nancy pull down her panties to her thighs and then she felt the coldness of lubrication as it spurt directly onto her anus. Olivia then felt the tip of the dildo and then felt increasing pressure as Nancy pushed slowly forward against Olivia’s tight ass. With increasing pressure she quickly breached Olivia’s anal defenses.

Olivia spontaneously moaned when her ass was penetrated. The initial pain of intrusion was always so dreadful. And it didn’t stop there as Nancy drove her strap on cock easily and painfully deeper into Olivia’s ass.

So Full!

Olivia knew what to do. Anal would hurt if she wasn’t careful. She arched her back downward to the floor which let her hips and ass curl upwards, thus giving Nancy easier access to her tight dark tunnel. Olivia’s panties conveniently slipped and fell down to her knees. Olivia was grateful that she had cleaned out her back passage earlier that day. She only hoped that Nancy and Saul appreciated the efforts she went to in order to always be ready to serve them.

Despite Olivia’s efforts to achieve the optimal position for ease of entry Nancy still drove her strap-on deep into Olivia’s ass in just one, long, slow, hard push.

Olivia nearly screamed in pain and was only prevented from doing by her training, her experience, and by the huge cock occupying her mouth.

Occupy Wall Street she thought? Forget all that. Big cock…Occupy my mouth!

Somehow she managed to giggle around the cock at the absurd thought as the painful anal entry of the dildo caused her mind to become muddled and incoherent. Olivia felt tremors ripple through her body as a minor orgasm interrupted and shut down all higher thoughts.

Momentarily, Olivia blissed out.

“Aww…our girl just came. Her tiny clittie just spurt.” Nancy observed. Indeed, a tiny puddle of cum now pooled on the floor beneath Olivia.

“So soon huh?” Saul noted. “Let’s trade places then.”

Olivia wondered what was wrong as suddenly she was empty in both holes. The cock in her ass and the cock in her mouth were gone leaving her feeling empty and alone.

Oh goody…they’re back, she noted as a plastic dildo was pressed against her lips and Saul’s…Much…Larger…DICK now pushed its way into her ass.

OWWW!!! Olivia was in pain! So much agony! The dildo had not yet had the time to sufficiently stretch her ass out.

It’s too big! Olivia tried to say, but her mouth was now full of…silicon? Eww…and the silicon tasted of ass…so nasty!

Olivia wasn’t given any time to acclimate to the change as immediately Nancy and Saul got into a rhythm. As they both thrust into her, Olivia could sense the stretching agony inside her ass, and the gagging, swallowing action of her mouth and throat synchronize.

Olivia felt the harsh slapping; almost a spanking sensation; each time the Special Assistant bottomed out inside her and his lap struck her bottom. She could feel the heat building in her bottom and knew that her butt would be red and sore very quickly.

She was becoming lightheaded as she struggled to get enough oxygen in between each thrust as Nancy drove her strap-on dildo into Olivia’s mouth and brutally face fucked her.

Olivia’s head rocked back in synchronicity when her ass was thrust forward. Nancy grabbed her by her hair and behind her head as she pulled her face forward in time to meet each thrust of her pink dildo strap on.

Saul’s hands were on her hips, his dick driving her forward with each thrust and when he withdrew from inside her ass he would pull her back onto his next powerful thrust. Each time she was bounced forward by his driving dick he would withdraw and pull her back and drive her forward…again, and again…and again…

They fucked her harshly with complete indifference and disregard. Olivia felt as if her spine was compressing slightly each time they slammed into her mouth and ass.

Time lost all meaning as Olivia devolved into a fuck puppet between these two savages. As she moaned in despair she heard a gasp from the S.A. as he grabbed her hips and bottomed out inside her one more time.

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Chapter 3

Together, Avery and I waited for the mysterious Steven to descend from upstairs as we awkwardly waited in his living room.

Avery took to making herself comfortable. She sat on the couch and rubbed her eyes, yawning sporadically. She even sank into the corner of the couch like it was her own personal spot.

I found myself wildly uncomfortable, so I struggled to look like I was even happy to be out of the cold. Steven’s home was lavishly decorated. Everything was white in accent or finish. The décor for shelves or tables were minimalistic pointed objects that I couldn’t possibly define. The walls bore no pictures of loved ones, for they were instead plastered with art that screamed “No Personality Here!” That considered, his kitchen was wildly expensive, and it took only a glance to guess that there was at least $30,000 worth of appliances spread across the counters or islands – yes, plural. An espresso machine, an industrial oven, a beautiful mixer that was paired next to a bread maker. The fridge was massive, and next to it was a portable convection oven. The entire kitchen was white, and I felt as if I was within the walls of some sterilization chamber that held dangerous diseases or bioweapons.

“Avery,” I said in a hushed tone as I walked over to her. “What are we going to say when he gets here?”

“Let me talk to him. He’s likely listening still, but Steven just needs a moment to warm up to me.”

Then a voice from somewhere within the house, followed by light steps and the slight creak of wooden steps, “I wasn’t eavesdropping, Avery.”

For a few moments, there was no figure to match the voice and inbound steps. Finally, he appeared, and I wondered how much estrogen my body was still producing, because all at once my senses were attacked. His jawline was pronounced, and his stubble was just visible enough to make my heartbeat quicken. His smoldering black eyes and hair caught my breath, only to help me find it in his chest that was outlined by muscles through a form-fitting sweater. My chest tightened as I noticed that his arms, strong, big, and desperate for my thirsting tongue.

Steven spoke again, and his voice was soft and crackling like the quiet crunch of rocks under a tire during a midnight drive that impede one’s restless dreams. “Avery. It’s been a few years.”

She stood immediately, and Avery ran a hand through her hair.

“Yeah, sorry about that. You look… really great.”

Steven didn’t smile. Instead, he had a permanent grin masquerading upon his face, yet his eyes were vigilant, and they cut our movements into dissectible observations, ready for his cold and careful scrutiny.

“You two look tired.” He turned to me and demanded, “Your name is…?”

My mind told me to shake his hand, but I thought about the woman I had met last night, and I considered my mannerisms. Instead, I folded my hands in front of me, and I cautiously waved, “I’m Jessica. Your house is really beautiful. Is it just you here?”

Steven stared me down, and I wondered if he clocked me immediately. Rather than call me out or even answer my own question, Steven asked, “Why did you two come here?”

Avery began to answer, but Steven waved her away. “I want Jessica to answer me.”

Avery insisted, “I’ll answer for us, actually.”

Steven met her fierce gaze and said cooly, “No you won’t. Jessica, please.”

Avery pushed once more, “What’s wrong with me speaking for Jess and I?”

“Because you and I both know that you figured out how to get me to say yes to anything a long time ago.” He turned to me, “So, Jess, why are you and Avery here?”

To my surprise, Avery backed down, but she couldn’t hide the smile that snuck across her face.

I stammered out a reply, “We’re in a bit of trouble, and Avery said that you might be able to help us for a moment.”

Steven shot a glance to Avery, and she met his gaze, but then she turned her face to yawn again. “When is the last time that either of you slept?”

Avery answered, “More than a day ago.”

“Follow me.”

We marched upstairs, and Steven opened a set of doors. Two bedrooms, each with a queen-sized bed. He opened a different door, and he revealed a bathroom.

As if his words were costing him a fortune, he explained with brevity, “There’s towels under the vanity. The hot water gets very hot very quickly. Sleep today off. I’ve got to work, so we can talk more when I get finished this evening.” I noticed that Steven was speaking more to me than to Avery, but I was too tired to give it much thought.

Before he turned to leave, Avery reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt. She pulled him in for a hug as he turned around. He wasn’t quick to hug her back. His eyes met mine for a moment before he looked away and closed his eyes. His large arms enveloped her, and his hands went down to her lower back, pressing her into him as he held her for a moment.

Then he pulled away and moved down a few doors to his office. As he was about to close the door, he turned once more and said, “I’ll make lunch around 11. If you get Avrupa yakası travesti hungry before then, there’s plenty of food in the fridge.”

“Thank you,” Avery said.

“What else could I do?” Steven added, “It’s you.”

Steven’s door shut swiftly, and I felt the first spark of life within the walls of this house since we had arrived. Maybe I had been wrong about him.

We went to our respective rooms.

I pulled the covers back and began to fall asleep before my head hit the pillow.

—

I woke up at 4:31 P.M.

The thought of leaving the bed caused me to feel ill, but then I realized it was probably only hunger pangs. I sat up and noticed a tray on the floor by the door. A small cup of water, some fruit, a cookie.

Zero time passed before I gulped and devoured the plate of food, and I had a resounding flashback to my first morning within Redwood Manor. How I had woken up, alone, starving, terrified.

Instead, today I awoke with a trusted friend and a potential new ally, fresh food for me, and a passive feeling of safety.

I opened the door to the hall and poked my head out. I could hear the bass of Steven’s voice coming from the office walls, but Avery’s door was open with nobody inside.

I stepped into the bathroom. The shower was refreshing, and I tried to rub the sleep out of my eyes, but I honestly felt like I could go back to sleep at any moment.

Downstairs I spied Avery at the kitchen counter, sitting on a barstool around one of the islands. She sipped coffee and flipped through a National Geographic magazine. At the sound of my steps, she turned and smiled.

“Seems we both missed lunch. How’d you sleep?”

“I feel like the million bucks I was supposed to have earned.”

She smiled, “Hungry?”

I nodded and sat at the barstool next to her. Avery got up and grabbed something out of the fridge. She moved across the room and placed it in the microwave, which was hidden among a panel of cabinets.

“You really know your way around this place!”

“Oh, I guess so.”

Her eyes watched me for a moment before they looked toward the stairs. Only once Avery heard Steven’s voice from his room, she said, “On a more serious note, I’ve been thinking about the Doc a little more since we left.”

I listened.

“The Doc knew everything about me. The nature of that job relied on secrecy on our end to ensure she could carryout her job effectively. While I never told her about him directly, it wouldn’t take very much reason to link him to us. I actually believe we are safe for the moment.” She sighed, “I’m worried he won’t believe anything but the truth. He usually knows when I’m lying.”

I gulped back fear as I asked, “When we were on the run, I imagined that the Doc might have killed us on the spot if she didn’t take us back.” As I said this, I realized Avery probably wouldn’t have come back alive. “Now that we’ve involved Steven, how do you think she would approach this? She wouldn’t just come up to the door and kidnap us, right?”

“Maybe not. The Doctor… No, fuck that! She loses the title as of now. Elizabeth has friends in high places. Let’s just say that her program isn’t exactly unheard of, nor is it the only campus that performs ‘experiments’ on people.”

“How do you know?”

“When she wasn’t with you all, Elizabeth was pretty busy attending meetings with tons of important people. She spoke openly about results, trials, and profile reports.”

“Profile reports?”

Avery said, “For all of you, she kept detailed logs about your attitudes, your records, how you were tracking each day… She was thorough, to say the least.”

“A moment ago, you said she was might not just show up. Why is there a chance?”

The microwave beeped as the timer was finished.

She paused, listening for Steven, and his voice came out from his office again.

“Did you ever happen to see Madeline working with the Doc- Elizabeth?”

Images flashed across my mind. Madeline was shooting heavy grade weaponry with the Doc. Madeline shot with accuracy. She shot with skill. The Doc had almost spotted me as I had spied on them. Both lied to cover up the activity. Both had lied to my face.

“Yes,” I said, “I know exactly what you’re talking about.”

Avery opened her mouth to continue, but Steven appeared on the staircase.

“Hey,” Steven said, “You’re both finally awake!” His voice was softer this time, and he smiled as he saw us. “I heard the microwave, and I supposed we could catch up over some drinks, rather than just with some leftovers. It’s on me!”

Avery protested, and I realized she was worried about going outside. “No, it’s fine! We could just eat here. Plus, Jessica and I don’t really have a change of clothes for the evening, or at all…”

He nodded, “I’m almost done for the day. I’ll call in a pizza, and by the time it gets here, I’ll be finished. But then you two owe me some answers.”

Avery said, “Sounds like a plan.”

She turned to me and said, “Let’s go sit out back for a minute. There’s Avrupa yakası travestileri something you should know.”

—

“Go ahead.”

“The reason that I was nervous about coming here… Well, four years ago, Steven and I were dating. It was pretty serious. I had lived in his house for a few months.” She paused for a moment. “I had lived in this house for a few months.”

“So, when we walked up yesterday. You weren’t looking for a house. You were going back home.”

“I hadn’t lived here for very long, but yeah. I called it home for a while.” She bit her lip. “For about a year, everything was perfect. But then two very bad things happened at once while we met for dinner.”

Avery looked at me through teary eyes. “The first: On the day that I had accepted the job for the Doctor, I knew I had to break up with Steven. The job demanded me to be at Redwood Manor for the entirety of my contract. I knew it wouldn’t be fair to Steven if I took the job and stayed with him. I also couldn’t tell him what I was really signing up for. The money was too good to pass up… so I took the job, and I knew that at dinner I would break up with him.”

She continued, “What I didn’t know was the second bad thing.” Her voice cracked slightly as Avery said, “He had a ring in his pocket, and he was going to propose that evening.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“So, long story short, he beat me to it.” Avery wiped a tear away. “Before I could talk to him, Steven got down on one knee. And then, I had to end things. He didn’t understand, and things ended rather terribly.”

“God, I can’t even imagine.”

“So, now I’m back. And he looks better than ever. His company is only getting bigger, and I’m sleeping down the hall from him in the guest room, wishing I could skip back down the hall and sleep in my old bed and kiss him in his arms.”

I sympathized with her, and I also lusted over how he must kiss. Fuck, I need more testosterone pumping in me, immediately!

Just as I was about to respond, Steven opened the back door as he carried a bottle of wine in his hands.

“I’m finished! Pizza should be here within 10. Wine anyone?”

Avery blinked away her tears and said, “Fuck yes, I do.”

—

Wine had explained a lot of our story to Steven, but he had a general idea.

He knew that Avery and I had gotten lost in the woods. However, Avery had spun a story of it being a trip with a bunch of guys she met, but they got drunk and out of hand… so we tried to run away but got lost in the mountains. Without our wallets or phones, we were sorta screwed, but Avery realized how close we were to Steven’s, so she hoped he could help out however he could.

An hour later, the first bottle was gone, and the second glass was getting empty. The pizza had been devoured, and we filled in details as Steven asked questions. Realistically, we seemed to be in the clear. Tomorrow, Steven would take us to the mall so we could get some new clothes, and then we would go “meet back up with the guys” at their apartment in the city. That’s where we would split ways with Steven.

Steven seemed to believe it all as well.

We lit a small heater and stayed outside.

As the sun drifted lower, I noticed Avery scoot closer to Steven with each sip of wine. The two made for an incredibly sexy couple, and I had no doubts that they still had feelings for one another.

Steven was recounting us of some of his glory days at his company. “…and you have to realize that I know my code. It’s like your own handwriting, and you’d spot it anywhere that you hadn’t written yourself. And here I am, staring at it while some Joe-Schmoe tries to present some grand iteration as if it were his own idea.” Steven took a swig of wine. “He’s standing there in my office, desperately hoping for a raise, all while he is plagiarizing my code!”

He laughs, which makes me laugh, which makes Avery inch closer to him on the outdoor couch.

The story continues, “I ask him directly if he stole the code. The guy lies and says its his own creation. So, I go scrolling back into the code, scanning for lines that I had recognized. You see, when you code, you have to leave notes for yourself, or else a year passes and you have no idea what some parts of your language even mean anymore, let alone what part of your system you were working on. And when a developer leaves notes for themselves, it’s always unique to them, or at least it should be, yet I’m staring at my shorthand within his code: DFDA.”

I ask, “What’s that mean?”

He chuckles as he says, “Don’t Forget, Dumb Ass.”

“What happened next?”

“I ask him what those letters mean, and his face drops. I fired him then and there for trying to steal my code, let alone using it for a raise.”

Avery ran a hand through her hair and brought her knees up onto the couch. They leaned against his thigh. Steven’s eyes went to her legs, and they lingered for just a moment too long. He shot a glance at me, and his eyes returned to the glass of wine. He considered it for Travesti avrupa yakası a moment before finishing the remaining bit.

Steven asked me, “Enough about me. Jessica, what did you do before you met Avery?”

“Oh, I was working a dead-end job in NYC. Trust me, there wasn’t much there at all.” I wasn’t lying either. I had literally been kidnapped, and nobody noticed I was gone.

“Well, that’s a shame. Instead, tell me what your dream job would be. If you had the choice to start something tomorrow, what would it be?

I didn’t know what to say. I thought about the past year. I had gone from working away at a life I thought I wanted. I was kidnapped. I was… changed, but maybe for the better. Then I fought back, I escaped, and now I was… What was I doing?

I looked at Avery, and I found myself in a strange dreamlike sense. I wanted to laugh! We were relaxing on the patio of some handsome genius, and things couldn’t be better.

Except that I thought about Abby and Madeline. Did they have to pay some terrible toll for my actions? I thought about Chelsea, and I hoped she had made it home. I thought about Blair, and my stomach turned.

Then I knew the answer to Steven’s question. “I’d want to a superhero.” I looked at Avery as I elaborated, “I could go and save people that are in danger. I would be able to fix things for others that I’m too afraid to do now.”

Subtlety wasn’t going to fit into my schedule.

Avery knew immediately what I meant, but the wine seemed to steer Steven into a deeper yet superficial conversation.

“That’s how I’d hope to view my tech. A large section of my company focuses on keeping our users free from targeted ads online. While some consumers might like to have products catered to them, I think it’s a wild invasion of our digital rights to privacy.”

I nodded blankly, for I had no idea where he could be headed. Avery zoned out, and her eyes drifted away like a constant wave of sleep was crashing over her mind. Yet it wasn’t sleep. It was as if her heart was being gnawed away at both ends, forever keeping her away from some quiet oasis of peace.

“…so, this device would hide your internet connection within a blind spot. It would allow you to connect to networks or Bluetooth devices, and no information could be track from you. Your proximity to the routers, your existence through their network… It’d all be a falsified blank slate. Realistically, all they’d know is that you bumped into their servers.”

Steven looked at us for some sort of affirmation, but the speech went over both of our tipsy heads. The wine bottle was empty, and I could tell we all wanted to drink more.

“I’ll refill us. Steve, did you say that the bottles were…?”

“Through the kitchen. You can’t miss them on the wall after that.”

I stood to leave. The warm air of the house washed over my body, and as I pulled the door shut, I saw Avery move closer to Steven. His arm lifted to go around her, but it froze midair. For a moment it stayed there as if there were some unknown dangers to lower it, until Steven finally placed it on her and the two fell into one another with a passionate conversation of regretted words or speeches unsaid. I watched through the window, guessing at the words. I assumed they were regretted words or unspoken speeches, so I gave them some time and ventured into the house.

Steven was right, the wine wall was impossible to miss.

I inspected the walls of this dining room, still searching for some personality of Steven that explored beyond minimalistic art and neutrally colored walls. A small bookshelf sat waiting to be unread, as the books had a fine layer of dust atop them.

Arthur C. Clarke, Isaac Asimov, Phillip K. Dick, Frank Herbert… Hard science fiction. It made my skin shudder thinking about the fake languages and niche phrases that made it impossible to enjoy. I tracked a finger over the dust.

The wine jostled in my hand as I walked back to the patio, but it almost fell to the floor as I gasped. I stared through the window.

Avery sat on top of Steven, who’s strong hands went under her arms and ran ravage lengths across her back. Suddenly her muscles seemed to be invisible, as Steven completely dwarfed her in size. Their clothes stayed on, but their tongues were within. They both drank and consumed one another.

I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to have been separated by some impossible job offer. The engagement that almost existed. The lives that could have been.

I went upstairs again to my room.

A few hours later I tossed and turned for a while. Some thuds had woken me up. I rubbed my eyes as I looked over at the clock. 11:11.

Then I heard her moans through the walls.

Light, quick, fierce.

Then I heard his moans follow.

Low, echoing, relentless.

For a time, they would be quiet. Some shuffle would happen, then they would start to grow loud again. They would laugh, and it was intimate. There’s a time when two lovers can laugh at nothing but the sensual closeness that they feel with one another. She’ll laugh as he pulls out only to push back deeper, because its ridiculous to think anything can feel as good this ever again. He’ll laugh as her pussy grips the head of his cock in between thrusts, because for once his strength isn’t enough to stay in power, as with every movement he gets closer to busting within her.

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Vacationing on the beach at the Jersey Shore my wife and I were having a deep discussion about our relationship, and how we can improve our lackluster sex life. It was difficult to speak about it because a guy never wants to think he is less than perfect for his wife or girlfriend.

My wife Dani, short for Danielle, has an amazing body and she knows it. She also knows that when she wears provocative clothing that draws lots of attention from other guys, and she also knows that when that happens, I get very turned on. So today on the beach, she wore a very skimpy thong bikini which made her ass and long legs look amazing, along with a sexy top that revealed her spectacular double D breast. I felt like every guy on the beach wanted her and it made me want her even more.

I’m a runner with a runner’s body, thin and tight. Since we were about the same height, we made an unusual couple when we people saw us together. Dani has gigantic boobs, a narrow waist, and a sexy ripped body, due to her constant gym visits. I looked thin and fragile in comparison and in my mind, I could hear the guys asking, ‘What is she doing with him?” and I understood because I sometimes thought the same thing.

Maybe because of my insecurity I overcompensated by trying to be the Alpha male and controlling in our relationship. Dani was understanding and went along with most of my demands and was a loving and understanding wife. I realized that I made some stupid demands and tried to control things, but Dani always let me feel like I was in charge and somehow understood me better than I did myself.

I thought our sex life was good and was shocked to hear her use the word lackluster to describe our sex life, however, after our open and honest talks it was clear that she was not completely happy with our current situation. She complained that things have gotten stale and felt we needed to explore some of our inner fantasies, as a way of spicing up our sex play.

We sat and talked about things that got us hot and would love to experiment together.

She confessed that she loved the attention she got when she wore sexy outfits and hunky guys flirted and wanted her. She admitted that when we were having sex, she often thought of those men making wild love to her without saying a word about it, and how she would love to talk dirty during sex.

We both laughed when I told how hot I got when I saw men staring at her hot body and wanting to take her, even though she was clearly with me. Somehow, we both shared the same fantasy but were too afraid to ever admit it in fear of hurting each other.

I told her how I fantasized about her putting on some sexy lingerie and a pair of dark silky pantyhose under a short sexy dress, and then taking her out only to have everyone want what I had.

She smiled and said, “You’re always making me wear pantyhose and now even in your fantasy, you want me wearing pantyhose even though I hate wearing them and would rather have nothing on under that short dress, you dream of me wearing. What is it with pantyhose, do you have a little fetish for them”?

I tried to change the topic, but she led it back, “Ok, what’s the deal. Why won’t you tell me? I thought we were being honest and open here.

What is it about Pantyhose that gets you hot?”

I’m sure my face was red, but from sitting in the sun there was no way to tell when I answered, “I think it goes back to when I was a teenager and my sister caught me with a pair of her panties and pantyhose, in my bedroom. She was older and laughed at me, asking me if I was wearing her things now. She had me put them on right then or she threatened to tell our mom.

Of course, I didn’t want that to happen and put them on for her, and for some reason, I get very excited as she giggled and told me to keep them on for the rest of the day under my clothes and if I did and showed her that they were still on before bed, she wouldn’t tell anyone, and it would be our little secret. It stayed our secret, and she would leave some of her lingerie in my room from time to time, but we never talked about it again. I’ve never told anyone about it until now.”

Dani smiled and said, “Well that explains it then and I think that’s a cute story. I’d love to see my little macho man in panties and pantyhose. You see, these are the type of things that will spice things up, baby.”

She was right about opening up as at that moment I felt much closer and that maybe it would help us in bed. We finished the afternoon at the beach, went back to the hotel room to shower and get ready for dinner.

That night Dani wore a sheer white sundress with a pair of pantyhose without me even asking. I know that women hate wearing pantyhose in the summer and that she would prefer wearing nothing under that dress but clearly, she was trying to spice things up for our relationship. Sitting at the bar I ordered drinks as Dani went off to the ladies’ room.

She was stunning with her dark tan, blonde hair, sexy short dress, ultra-high heels, glossy pantyhose, Cihangir travesti and her huge boobs visible through the white lacey material of her dress. Every guy in the bar turned their heads as she walked towards the bathroom and back to me at the bar. We smiled at each other as she approached me and gave me a wink as she sat down.

“How was that honey? Did I give them a good show?” She asked.

“Oh my god, I think you gave several of them heart palpations. Thanks for wearing the pantyhose, I know they must be uncomfortable, but they are so sexy.”

“I know you like them, baby.”

Just then one of the guys at the bar walked over and stood between Dani and me, with his back to me, and asked her if he could buy her a drink. The guy was incredibly big and obviously a gym rat as I felt tiny as I was looking at his massive back and shoulders.

Dani took the opportunity to flirt a little as she tossed her long blonde hair and touched his massive arm before saying, Dani fluttered her long false eyelashes and said, “Not tonight, doll. I’m with someone but thank you for the offer.”

He turned to me and back to her and said, “Ok beautiful but I’m sure I can show you a much better time than you’ll have with him,” he said as he turned and walked away.

“Baby, that was hot. I’m so wet right now, did you enjoy that?” She asked.

“He was clearly an asshole; however, yes it was hot seeing men turned on by how sexy you look. In a way I find it a compliment that the girl they all want is mine, I love it.”

After dinner and we got back to the room we could hardly keep our hands off each other. She slipped off her dress but kept her heels and pantyhose on as we fell onto the bed. We kissed, and as I rubbed her long legs, I got rock hard, she was excited, and turned on, by our sex talk and the action at the restaurant.

After several minutes of kissing, sucking on her wonderful breast, and rubbing her legs and pantyhose-covered legs and ass, I took off his heels and gently rolled down her pantyhose. When I had them in my hand Dani nibbled on my ear and said, “Put them on for me, baby. We both know you know how to put them on, so get to it, now.”

I was so excited that I didn’t argue and rolled them up and then, expertly slid them up my legs as Dani watched in amazement how easily I handled such a feminine piece of lingerie. She recognized the look of excitement on my face and how hard I got after I adjusted and smoothed them into place.

“Well, don’t you look pretty? I never realized how shapely your long legs are and next time I’ll have you shave your legs, and they’ll look and feel even better,” she said as she was rubbing my very hard cock through the nylon material.

She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me in front of her. She then pulled down my pantyhose just enough for my cock to be released. She took it in her mouth and started licking and sucking me as she rubbed my legs. After a few minutes, she took it out of her mouth, looked up at me and said, “Fuck me now, put that big cock inside me, and take me now.” She lies back on the bed and spread her legs anxiously waiting to climb on top of her. I started to take off the pantyhose, but she stopped me, “Don’t you dare take them off! I’ve never seen you so hard, and if that’s what pantyhose do to you then I’m going to make you wear them all the time.”

She spread her legs and I slid my enlarged penis into her extremely wet pussy and she let out a moan as we embraced.

“Oh, that feels so good baby, I can’t believe how hard you are. Is that from wearing your sexy pantyhose or are you thinking about all those guys at the bar that wanted to fuck your wife, tell me, baby?”

That made me even more excited, and I had to slow down the pace so that I didn’t come too quickly. “Yes, it’s all of that baby.”

She looked up into my eyes as we made love and smiled, “Baby, when that big guy started hitting on me at the bar, I really got wet. Yes, he was sexy, good-looking, and had an amazing body but what really got me wet was how he ignored you and talked to me like you weren’t even there. The thought of you being helpless as some hot guy was hitting on me got me excited. I wanted to grab his cock right there in front of you and make you watch us together. That was hot.”

As soon as she said that I closed my eyes and had the most intense orgasm I ever had. I pounded her and filled her with hot seed as she came at the same time. We both screamed and collapsed into a pile on the bed, holding each other tightly.

Several minutes later, after we both came down from that amazing love session, we looked at each other as Dani giggled, “Wow that was great. “We haven’t had sex like that in years and I want more of it, baby. I think our little fantasy sharing helped things tonight and I’m happy that we were able to enjoy each other’s fantasy.”

“I agree, it was awesome Dani when you started talking about taking that guy in front of me, I just lost it. That was crazy and you are so sexy. Cihangir travestileri I didn’t know you had such an active mind and could be so sexy.”

“Sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet. I have lots of ideas for us and if you’re willing to experiment I think our sex life will get even better.”

I smiled said, “I’m in baby and I can’t wait to experiment with you.”

We finished our vacation with a new attitude, both of us hoping for a renewed sexual life and a new level of closeness, unfortunately, due to work and our responsibilities we quickly got back to our mundane daily routine. Due to long work hours and late nights, we were both too tired for sex that first week, but Dani would have no part in that and decided to spice things up.

Knowing my penchant for pantyhose she went shopping that week and picked up several pairs to surprise me with on Friday night, our date night. We have a standing date every Friday night and this Friday was no different. We both knew to be ready by 6 pm for a night out.

I got home late, and Dani was just putting on her dress and this week she wore a very low-cut black dress with an extremely short, flirty skirt. Of course, she wore pantyhose for me, black glossy pantyhose with four-inch heels. I was already getting excited as I watched her put on her lipstick and perfume.

“I’ll be ready in ten minutes, just let me shower and shave and I’ll meet you downstairs. You look very sexy, Dani and you will turn lots of heads tonight, I’m sure.”

“Thanks, baby, but tonight I have a surprise for you to wear under your pants. I bought these for you to wear tonight,” she said handing me a pair of Wolford Satin Touch pantyhose. “While you’re in the shower, I want you to take a few extra minutes and shave your legs so that you can experience how sexy pantyhose should feel.”

She giggled as she noticed that I immediately got hard standing there in front of her. “I guess you like your gift! Now hurry up with your shower and meet me downstairs after you’re completely shaven and wearing your new pantyhose. I suggest you put some lotion on your legs after shaving, it will soften your skin and add to your experience.”

My erection remained as I shaved my legs and finished showering. Applying my wife’s lotion smelled flowery and felt wonderful on my smooth legs. I loved opening my very own pantyhose and was so excited about wearing them tonight. I wasn’t ready for the new feelings of wearing them on my hairless legs. It was completely new and sensual. I loved it and couldn’t stop touching and rubbing my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed.

Since I never wore pantyhose under my pants, I wasn’t prepared for the electric and sensual feelings as the material moved over the nylons and my now sensitive legs. I loved it and my hard erection remained when I went downstairs to meet Dani.

“Oh my, it looks like you like wearing your new pantyhose. How do they feel on your shaved legs baby? Sexy, right?”

“Dani, I can’t describe the feeling, and yes I love it, as you can tell.”

“Well, I suggest you untuck your shirt and try to hide that thing or everyone will notice.”

We both laughed as I did just that and we left for the restaurant. Our favorite place was busy that night and we had a forty-minute wait. We went to the bar and had some drinks as we relaxed. Dani rubbed my pants and smiled, “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Dani, I feel like everyone knows but I love it and I never realized wearing them could feel that good. You girls are lucky because you get to wear them all the time. Not fair,” I said laughing.

“It’s true, baby. We girls get to wear all kinds of sexy things like this dress. You see how short is and all I have to do is just bed over a little at the waist like this, and I give all the guys a look up my dress and a view of my sexy lingerie. See that, those guys are already looking. It’s so much fun to be a girl, darling. I’m just glad you can experience a little of it with your new pantyhose.

You seem to be acting a little different tonight and not so controlling. You even let me put our name in and order the drinks. I wonder? Does wearing pantyhose make you less controlling? If so, I like it.”

“That’s true, I didn’t feel the need to do that tonight and didn’t even give it any thought until you brought it up. I guess I was just too wrapped up in the new feelings to think about it. That doesn’t bother you, does it?”

“Not at all it’s a nice change. I like you being more docile, and it feels like we are more on the same level rather than husband and wife.”

Just then it happened again. This handsome man in a suit came over and complimented my wife in front of me. “Excuse me for saying but I couldn’t help stopping by to tell you how beautiful you are and to offer to buy you a drink,” he said turning his back to me as I sat there quiet and watched.

This time Dani accepted his compliment and said, ‘Thank You, you’re too sweet. I’m drinking a Manhattan if you want to buy one Travesti cihangir for me.” They chatted as I sat there excited by her action along with the feelings of wearing my new nylons.

I watched as they talked, laughed and I was amazed as I watched her reach out and touch his arm several times while laughing at his entertaining comments. I caught him looking at her exposed breast and waited to see where this would go. They finished their drinks when the hostess came in to tell us our table was ready.

“Honey, our table’s ready,” I said as he turned to me in shock.

“OK, well thanks for the drink, Blake,” she said moving over to me he looked confused and said, “Who is this?”

“This is my husband, Wayne. Wayne, this is Bob who I just met tonight.”

“Nice to meet you, Bob, let’s go, Dani.”

She smiled and started to leave and when I saw his hand grab her ass when she turned to come with me, which made her smile as she gave me a wink.

As we walked with the hostess, she looked at me and said, “That was so hot, and it was awesome how you sat there and let him chat me up like that. How did it make you feel baby? Wearing sexy nylons as some handsome guy had his way with your wife. Was it hot for you too?”

“Let’s just say I’m very hard and want you right now.”

During dinner, we played with each other under the table. She rubbed my crotch with her food under the table and I rubbed her pussy through her nylons as we ate dinner. We barely made it to the car when I pushed her into the back seat, pulled down her pantyhose, and took her right there.

We both came and quickly drove home to continue our evening. We got up to the bedroom and I stepped out of my pants and shirt and quickly took off her dress, as she stepped out of her heels. I was starting to push her onto the bed when she stopped me and said, “Not yet honey. I have one more surprise for you,” she said, taking a gift-wrapped box from under my pillow. I opened it and took out a pink baby doll nightgown. I looked at her with a shocked expression.

“Honey, I thought it would be nice for you to have a complete outfit to go with your pantyhose. When I was buying your pantyhose, I saw this and couldn’t resist buying it for you. Put it on for me.”

It fit perfectly and felt so sexy.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes, but should I be wearing this? I mean, yes, I love wearing pantyhose, but you want me to wear this too. I don’t want you to want to wear these things except for sex.”

“Don’t be silly, honey. It’s just a game and if it turns you on, then I love it. Besides, you’re so sexy and it’s like you’re my new girlfriend. So sexy, now get down there and lick my pussy. Make me come, now.”

“Honey, I just came inside you. You’re full of my come.”

“I don’t care; besides I want you to taste it. It will turn me on, baby.”

So, in my new baby doll and pantyhose, I crawled between her legs and started licking her wet pussy. I licked her tentatively and she would have none of that. She told me to lie down as she sat on my face and told me to lick her clean. I pushed my tongue inside here and I felt her push her vaginal muscles until I got a mouthful of my come. I wanted to spit it out but as she sat there, I had no choice but to swallow and I did it several times. This turned her on as she came twice within five minutes, as I licked and cleaned her in my feminine nightgown and pantyhose.

“Oh baby, I’m loving this, and you are so hot. Now I’m going to release your hard cock and you’re going to fuck me to another orgasm.”

We fucked for another hour and had multiple orgasms. We fell asleep in each other’s arms, her naked and me in my pink baby doll and pantyhose that she had me put back on after our sex. “I want you to sleep in them tonight, honey.”

The next morning, she had me go down on her and had an intense orgasm. I was also rock hard under my gown and pantyhose, but this time she had me take out my cock and put it in her mouth. She sucked me until I came hard in her mouth, and when I finished and started to relax, she sat up with her mouth open showing me my load. She then put her lips over mine, pressing hard until I opened my lips. She immediately pushed my load into my mouth and told me to swallow. “I want you to swallow it, baby, I want you to be my girl and show me you how you love to swallow cum. Do it, baby, she demanded.”

The thought was horrible, but I did as she instructed and drank my salty cum as she watched and played with herself.

“Baby, you’re amazing and I love the new you. I never thought our sex life could be this good and I don’t want it to stop. Tell me you love too.”

“I do Dani, I’ve never come so hard before but I’m not sure about everything.”

“Just go with it and enjoy. I know what you need, and you’ll give me what I need as well. Now get in the shower and shave your legs again, I want you to shave them every day from now on and be sure to add lotion and keep them soft and smooth. I’ve decided and from now on you will wear pantyhose under your clothes at all times. I purchased several pairs for you, and they are in your top drawer. You can pick which style and color, but you will be wearing all of them over time because you are a different man when you wear them, and I like that guy much more. He’s much sexier and fun to be with.”

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