Writers Note: This is the last chapter in our story. I hope that you have enjoyed it.

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We talked a lot about sex and my experiences with women. Kelli’s sex life before starting her change, had been pretty basic with the few girls that she had slept with and she had said that she never considered herself good in bed. I, on the other hand, had pretty much done it all with the opposite sex including some Master and sub play. Over the years I had been with plenty of women who liked to be spanked and occasionally I even enjoyed being spanked myself. But I had hadn’t done any of that for a while and I really just wasn’t into it any more. I never brought up the subject of spanking Kelli and well, I just didn’t want to do that to her. Call it what you want, but hurting her was the last thing on my mind.

But the next Wednesday as we finished up our guitar lesson and drinks, Kelli said, “I would like to try something tonight. I would like a spanking.”

I looked at her and asked, “Were you spanked as a child?”

Kelli answered, “No, and I am pretty sure that this is going to hurt.”

With a chuckle I replied, “Well it won’t be an ass massage, that’s for sure, but can I ask why?”

She drew her head back and asked, “Can’t a girl get spanked without having a reason? From what I have read, a lot of women like it.”

This was so out of character for her and I suspected that there was something else behind this, so I replied, “Just about everyone has a reason and honestly, if I have a say in the matter, I’d really prefer not to give you a spanking.”

She looked away from me for a minute, before kissing me and saying softly, “I got a phone call last night from a girl named Diane that I have known since early childhood. She ran into my little sister the other day and asked her for my phone number. We were pals from the time we started elementary school and dated in high school. She always had a thing for me, and she was the first girl I had sex with. I was her first as well, which goes without my saying, was a total disaster,” and she laughed, “But I never really thought of her as anything more than a friend. We broke up when I went to college, I would still see her around during the summers, and I knew she still had feelings for me. I haven’t talked with her since before my senior year in college. So that’s the start of this. There aren’t too many people from my home town that know about my changes, but she asked me how and what I was doing and I told her. Diane got very nasty and said that if I had stayed with her, I wouldn’t have become a queer and ruined my body and my life.”

“That is sad that she feels that way,” I said.

Kelli kissed me and replied, “I told a few of friends I had at college when I first started and I got the same thing from them. I should know better by now just to let it pass, but it still upsets me when people are that way and it has been bothering me all day.”

I answered, “You are doing what you feel is best for you, and you shouldn’t be made to feel guilty or ashamed by others.”

She said, “I know, but that is your answer as to why I want a spanking. I don’t get down too often but it happens once in a while and well.” I just shook my head as she finished with, “Besides, Jenna says she loves a good spanking,” and laughed.

I replied, “But you are not Jenna and if you really want to be spanked, I will do it,” although I wasn’t real happy with this.

She looked at me and I guess she saw that I was serious as she said, “I guess I will think about it some more.”

We kissed and soon were up her bedroom getting undressed. Both of our nightgowns were lavender that evening. Kelli went to the bathroom before we started as always and after I was undressed, I sat down on her side of the bed and waited. She saw me sitting there as she came out and stopped.

I asked, “So are we or aren’t we?”

Kelli started breathing hard as she walked to where I was sitting. I pulled my nightgown up, spread my legs and motioned to her to bend over my knee. She moved in close and it looked like she was going to do it, but then she stopped and looked at me.

“You really don’t want to do this, do you?” she asked.

I replied, “I do not want to hurt you at all.”

She leaned forward, lightly kissed me and said, “I guess I can’t argue with that,” and we both moved back on the bed.

That night was very special and passionate. I made love to her first, being slow and careful the whole time and when she got inside me, it was with the same care, so gentle and sweet. After that, we started kissing and playing with each other’s cocks, did a sixty-nine for a while before once again filling each other with hard cocks and warm sperm.

Then as we lay snuggled close together under the covers, Kelli said softly, “There is something I want to ask you.”

I said just as softly, “There is no need to ask. I love you Kelli.”

She started breathing a little heavy, then she clasped my hand tightly and said, “I love you too,” then added, “What a pair we make!”

I replied, “Well it could be mecidiyeköy escort worse. We could be queer.”

At first there was silence then Kelli laughed and laughed. We got even closer together and finally drifted off to sleep.

The next four months were as close to heaven on earth as it could get. We made a lot of trips back to the restaurant on Saturdays, but she took me other places, like to a movie or even bar that had music where we could dance. I never got questioned if I was really a woman on those nights, I was sure that I had gotten a few stares, but by then, it didn’t bother me. I started watching what I ate and had lost almost thirty pounds and I kept on shaving my body, other than my pubes and arms.

Our lovemaking kept getting better as well. Just when you would think that things couldn’t get any nicer, there would be a night that would just blow you away with how great it was. She would tease me once in a while about getting spanked, but it was all in fun and never happened. Her sister kept bugging Kelli about the photos that she had asked for of my cock and us making love and finally I told Kelli that if it was okay with her, that it was okay with me. The next night that I was there, I brought my camera along and took some pictures of my cock, then a few of us making love to each other. Her sister liked the pictures and commented how horny they made her. We both had a good laugh over that, since it was pretty apparent that her sister was always horny. She had even asked Kelli if she could come down for a visit some time and join us in bed, but that was too weird for Kelli.

We hadn’t made any long term plans, but then there wasn’t any reason to do so, things were that great between us.

Then one Tuesday there was an invitation from Kelli in the mail at the store, which was unexpected as I had been there Saturday and Sunday like always and she hadn’t said anything about this. I opened it up and it said that I was invited to a very special party on Wednesday evening and that there was no RSVP needed. But she was always doing little things like this and I didn’t give it too much thought.

When I got to her house, she greeted me as always. I asked her who else was coming to this party but Kelli said that it was just us. I got changed into my lady clothes and she came up and did her usual thing with my hair and makeup. Supper was by candlelight and she seemed like she was going out of her way, well more than usual, to make everything just right. Thinking back on it, I guess I was sensing that something was going on, but I just ignored those feelings at the time.

Our routine in the bedroom had always been that we made love to each other twice. Sometimes she made love to me first and other nights I made love to her at the start. This night, she made love to me first, and I loved her back. The periods in between were always filled with talking, kissing, and almost nonstop foreplay. After our second session of lovemaking, I was planning on going to sleep like we always did, but Kelli said that she was feeling extra horny that night and would I mind staying awake for some more fun. My cock was done for the night but I had no problem at all letting her ride me again for a third time. I still remember that look in her eyes as she stared into mine, it was a strange mixture of happiness and sorrow. But I was too busy enjoying the delicious feel of her being inside of me to think too much about it and I figured that I would ask her about it in the morning.

I woke up the next day and she wasn’t in the bed. I called to her, thinking that she was in the bathroom but I got no response. So I grabbed my robe and went downstairs to see if she was in the kitchen, but she wasn’t there either and nowhere else in the house. To say that I was concerned is a bit of an understatement. I headed back upstairs the bedroom, looked over to where I kept my regular clothes and sitting on top of them was an envelope with my name on the front.

I opened it and read, “My dearest love. I want to tell you just how wonderful these past months have been with you in my life but I just cannot find the right words. I have never had feelings of love for anyone like I have for you and that makes this all the more difficult. I know you are wondering where I am right now and I am sorry for any worry I may have caused you. You once told me that I had to do what was best for me and after many long nights of thinking and crying about it, it is time that I go ahead and finish my journey to become a woman. Because if I wait much longer, I may not go through with it and deep down inside that isn’t what is right for me. I know that I should have talked to you about this but I have walked this path alone for so long, that I have to see it though by myself. I will be gone for a while, how long depends on how well things go for me. I have made arrangements to have the house taken care of so that you don’t have to be burdened with that. When I get back I will get in touch with you. I hope with all my heart that you will still want etiler escort me, but if not, I will try to understand. With all the love of my heart, body, and soul. Kelli.”

During the time we were together I had done some research on what this surgery entailed. While the procedure had become somewhat routine, the recovery was the hard part and on the one hand, I admired her bravery at wanting to do this alone, but on the other hand, loving her like I did, I was very concerned. But there was nothing that I could do about it now. After a shower, I got dressed, and left the house. I thought about leaving her a note for when she got back but by then, my words were failing me.

One week turned into two, then four, and five without a word from her. I tried her cell phone a few times but it always went right to voice mail and I never left a message. I was starting to wonder if something hadn’t gone wrong, all surgeries have risks, and having no else to contact about her, made for some lonely times. I did try to get in touch with Jenna from the restaurant but she had left there for another job and I was really starting to wonder if I ever would hear from her again.

Seven weeks after she left, I was in the back of my store on a quiet Wednesday afternoon doing some paper work. I heard the front door open, then close and I walked out to the store area. Standing there was a pretty girl of average height, with a slender build, shoulder length brown hair, and nicely dressed in a blouse, sweater and slacks.

She asked, “Are you still giving guitar lessons?”

I replied, “Yes I am.”

She said, “I was wondering if you would be interested in coming to my house tonight for one and maybe we could have supper as well?”

I answered, “I have been saving my Wednesday nights for someone that was very special in my life. She had to go away for a while but I keep hoping that one day she will show up again.”

With a smile she walked up close to me and said, “I am also looking for someone very special. You see I am a virgin and would like to know how it feels to be a real woman.”

I answered, “I would enjoy that very much, but it will probably hurt the first time.”

Kelli got close, put her arms around my neck and replied, “But there is only one person that I would trust to make it feel right.”

I smiled and we kissed for a very long time, but then a customer walked in and Kelli left. I was in a fog the rest of the day and especially on the way over to her house. She greeted me at the door with a kiss, I asked if I was going to be changing in my other clothes, but she shook her head no. Our conversation was light and fun during supper, it was almost like she hadn’t been gone at all. Kelli had been practicing her guitar a lot while she was away and was close to where I really didn’t have much more to teach her. After fixing our drinks, she got on the couch next to me and we sat there for a long time, just looking at each other and not saying anything.

Finally with a deep breath, Kelli said, “I am so sorry that I left like that without telling you first.”

I replied, “You have nothing to be sorry about, I’m the one who told you that you had to do what you thought was best for yourself.”

With a shake of her head she answered, “I know, but in a way it was selfish of me. I have to tell you honestly. I never, ever, expected or even wanted to have sex with another man, until I was where I wanted to be with my body, but then it happened with you. I did it thinking that it would be just for fun and to learn a little, but it went way beyond that and my feelings for you happened right from the start.”

I said, “I never expected that things between us would happen like they did and I never thought that I could fall in love with someone, well, under those circumstances. But it happened, and I feel the same way towards you Kelli.”

She replied, “I know and you showed me how much you loved me night after night. I would miss being with you from the minute you left until you got back here.”

“So what changed?” I asked.

Kelli’s eyes watered a little as she answered, “That is what was so hard, nothing changed. I was getting more and more in love with you, but the one Sunday a few weeks before I left, I was going through my purse and found the card from the doctor that had done my other surgeries. I realized that I hadn’t thought about getting the last one done hardly at all since I met you and it really scared me. I was so confused as to what I should do, but then a few days later I called and made the appointment. I so wanted to tell you, but every time we made love, I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. That last night was so beautiful that I cried for a long time sitting out in my car before I left.”

I asked, “I guess everything went well?”

She replied, “Yes, there were no problems with the procedure. The first week was rough, and for a while there was still this little part of me that kept asking if I made the right choice. I did a lot of crying when no one was around çapa escort and the first time that I went to the bathroom after they took the catheter out, it just felt so strange down there. I haven’t pee’d standing up since I began living as a woman, but it was a real shock to realize that those days are now gone for good,” and we both laughed a little. Then she got serious as she asked, “So where does this leave us?”

I had somehow known that once she was back, that we were going to be having this conversation. I had thought about it many times and went over every possible thing that I wanted to say to her over and over again but somehow, all that was lost.

“My feelings for you haven’t changed at all,” I answered, “I love you as a person and not just as a penis,” which brought a smile to her face. I said, “There is a big age difference between us and while it doesn’t matter much now, at some point it will. I would like to just keep living and loving you week after week, and well what happens, happens.”

Kelli replied, “The age thing has never bothered me, but I understand what you are saying. I would also like to keep living and loving you week after week. You have always accepted me for who I am and there aren’t many people out there who would.”

I said, “But there is one thing.”

From the look in her eyes, I could tell that she knew what I was going to say as she asked, “Yes?”

“No more surprises,” I replied

She smiled and placed her hand gently on my cheek as she said, “Only good ones, I promise.”

Kelli hugged me very tightly and it sounded almost like she was going to cry again. I hugged her back, and we kissed for a long time before she took my hand and led me upstairs. The bed was already turned down and the candles were lit.

Kelli turned and asked me, “What color nightgown should I wear tonight?”

I smiled and answered, “None. I just want to feel you next to me.”

After another long kiss, she went into the bathroom and I got undressed. I had just stretched out on the bed when she walked back into the room. In the dim light of the candles I could see that she had let her pubes grow back. In a way it was strange not seeing her cock, but what I did see was this very beautiful woman walking over to the bed.

She got in next to me and after a kiss, softly said, “I am so nervous.”

“It will be fine, I promise,” I answered with another kiss.

Our foreplay was well practiced by this time but this night it was extra special. I played her breasts and ass over and over as she did the same to me. When it was time, I moved my hand slowly down to her pubes, which I played with, before sliding my hand between her legs.

I felt around a few times and she asked quietly, “What does it feel like?”

I answered, “Like a perfect and beautiful woman,” and it was the truth.

Had I not known, I never would have guessed what she was before. I explored her deeper and as I played with her clit, I could hear and feel her passion building as we kissed. I wet my middle finger in my mouth before slowly pushing it inside her cunt. She was tight, very tight, but I was gentle as I worked it around. Her hand was gently stroking my cock like she always had and that felt so good after all those weeks of her not being there.

A few minutes passed, then I reached over and got the lubricant from it’s usual spot on the nightstand. I moved between her legs, and even though there wasn’t much light in the room, I could clearly see how beautiful she now was down there. I gently parted her lips, placed mine between them, and started licking up and down her cunt. I reached up and played with her breasts as I ate her, then I slid my hands down her arms and took her hands in mine. I focused on her clit, licking and sucking, and Kelli got close to climaxing, but it seemed like she couldn’t get over the edge. I kept at it, then I felt her hands tighten around mine, and with a loud shriek, she had her first orgasm as a woman. She stared at me with a look of total amazement as I got the lube and after wetting her cunt with it, I added some to my cock before I moved up close to her.

She lifted her legs way back like she used to before, but I said, “Lower, different target tonight.”

Kelli laughed and replied, “Duh,” and I laughed as well.

After getting her to the right position, I put my cock right at the mouth of her cunt, then I leaned forward and started to slowly push inside of her. I watched her face for any sign of pain or discomfort but there was none. I kept going until our pubes touched and I was all the way in. The look on her face was unbelievable. She let go of her legs and wrapped her arms around my back. We kissed and I started to gently make love to her. I hadn’t had sex with anyone else since she had left and she was so tight that I was afraid of cumming too fast. I was in deep, only moving my cock a little but at the same time I was gently grinding the area above my cock against her clit. This was a technique that I had used many times before with other women. Kelli got close to climaxing, then let out another yell as it started. I moved my cock faster when she did, filled her virgin cunt with my sperm and she pulled my head down close to her head, as both of our orgasms finished. The room was quiet except for the sounds of our breathing and I felt something wet against my cheek. I moved my head back and saw that she was crying.

By the time I returned to my hotel lobby some of my fellow tourists were in the process of preparing to board our tour bus. “Missed you at breakfast,” said my friend Brad.

“Yeah, I’m still adjusting to the jet lag,” I replied. “I was up way early so I had breakfast in bed and then took a walk.”

“You and your walking,” said Brad. “No wonder you’re so skinny.”

“That allows me to eat all those desserts and still maintain my youthful figure,” I replied with a laugh.

“Yeah,” Brad replied. “It’s only the second day and I already know I’ll head home ten pounds heavier.”

“That might have something to do with all the Guinness you’re enjoying,” remarked Brad’s wife Patti.

“Maybe,” Brad laughed. “But you got to support the local economy.”

We filed onto the bus and headed to Trinity College to see the Book of Kells, an ancient manuscript that had been meticulously written and illustrated by the old monks hundreds of years in the past. It was fascinating to read how the monks had made their various colored inks used for the illustrations from berries and various minerals. It made you wonder who had the first idea to try using something like that for writing or decoration. Besides the Book of Kells there were other manuscript fragments that had been recovered from the Irish bogs. We then went upstairs to be awed by the long library hall with its two story bookcases crammed with ancient leather bound tomes.

After a couple of hours at Trinity College, we were done. The afternoon was unscheduled so we were free to do what we wished. Most of my friends on the tour mentioned they wanted to walk through the Temple Bar area and maybe grab a bite to eat and a Guinness. I told them I was going to walk over to the National Museum. My wife and I had been there two years prior and had thoroughly enjoyed it. Leonard wanted to go along so we set off at a good pace after determining where we were going to meet up with them later. Like all national museums in Ireland, entry was free. There were fascinating displays of items recovered from the bogs including the bodies of people who had been sacrificed and large displays of gold and silver treasures. It was intriguing to imagine how those people had handcrafted the items with amazingly fine detail. The difficulty of day to day living back then was hard to comprehend.

I had purposely not requested Kat’s phone number as I knew I would be tempted to text her. I wanted her to be comfortable and initiate any further contact. Leonard and I were finishing up our museum visit when my phone buzzed. There was a letdown when I saw it was from Brad telling us to meet them at the actual Temple Bar. Leonard and I headed there. When we arrived the place was packed. Patrons were shoulder to shoulder and there was a local band playing Irish tunes. We eventually found the group and I ordered a Bulmers hard cider. Between the din from the crowd and the music it was hard to hear much of the conversation. It had started raining as we arrived so we sat by the window and watched the rain as we listened to the band. After a couple of rounds of drinks the rain had subsided and we decided to walk back towards the hotel.

As we ambled along my phone buzzed. I looked at it – a text from Kat! Thank you for the wonderful evening and starting today out on the right foot, it read. I just now had a break. Been thinking of you all day. We have conference ending dinner tonight. Drinks later? My heart soared. She wanted şişli escort to get together again! I texted her back – Definitely! Let me know when you’re free.

“Earth to Jim.” I looked up. “So, are you with us for dinner tonight?” Brad asked.

“Sure,” I replied. “What time?”

“Let’s all meet in the lobby at six and we’ll walk over there,” Brad said. I had no idea where I had agreed to be going but Brad usually chose nice places to eat.

At six we met in the lobby and headed out. Other members of our tour group were headed out too. “Where are you guys going?” I asked.

“There’s a nice Italian place three blocks over according to our guide,” said Tom.

I was perplexed. What was the sense in traveling to different countries unless you were going to immerse yourself in the local cuisine? At the corner we headed one way and they went another. We ended up at a nice pub. I ordered the fish pie and mussels. Excellent was an apt description! As we listened to the local musicians after dinner my phone buzzed. Same pub 10P? Kat texted. I’ll be there I replied. As the band started another set I bade my friends farewell and headed off to “our” pub.

Entering the pub I did a quick scan and saw Kat standing in the corner surrounded by several people. She looked stunning even dressed in jeans, sweater, and thigh high boots. She glanced my way and her face broke into a big smile. I strolled over and she introduced me to some of her fellow workers. We made some small talk then headed to a booth to chat. I told her of my visits and the interesting things I had seen.

Kat leaned forward and with a perfectly straight face said, “I should be very angry with you, Jim.”

My heart dropped. “What? Why?” I asked.

“Well, I was called on to make a presentation this morning and I lost my focus a couple of times thinking about last night and this morning,” Kat responded. “I’m lucky it didn’t cost me my job!”

“Kat, I’m so sorry,” I stammered.

Kat couldn’t contain herself any longer and broke into a wide smile and laughed. She truly did look so angelic.

“Dammit Kat!” I exclaimed. “You know us pensioners have weak hearts!”

Kat laughed again. “Yes, weak hearts but you’re strong in other places,” she said as her booted foot rubbed my crotch. Immediately my cock responded. “Mmmm,” she whispered, “feels almost as hard as mine.”

“Why don’t we go somewhere that’s a bit quieter?” I suggested.

“Your place or mine?” Kat asked.

“Which is closest?” I asked.

“Let’s try my place,” Kat said.

I paid the bill and we walked out the pub and headed towards the Meyrick. Her hand in mine reminded me of my late wife. “You’re a remarkable lady, Kat,” I said.

“How so?” she replied.

“Well, it’s just so easy to talk with you,” I said. “You make me feel so comfortable. You can talk about a wide range of topics and you have that delightful laugh and such a beautiful smile.”

“Jim, I feel the same way,” Kat responded looking up at me as her smile faded. “I got so sick of the dating scene. Trying to find someone interested in me. Instead, all I got were men looking for another notch on the bedpost or men who had always wanted to try something different. I had to switch schools when puberty hit and I realized I was different from the other kids. As I got older I became a sexual freak to some people, not a person. That’s when I became the Ice Queen. nişantaşı escort No one could get past the friend zone.” Kat began to softly cry. We stopped walking and I held her in my arms feeling her tiny body heave with sobs. In a few minutes she wiped her eyes and looking up at me said, “I’m sorry Jim.”

“No need to be sorry, Kat,” I responded. “You’ve been deeply hurt. Just know one thing, I will never hurt you.” I kissed her gently.

“Thank you, Jim,” Kat sniffed. “I think I felt that when we were talking on the plane. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman. Last night I truly knew it when you were concentrating on just pleasing me. Making me the center of attention and not focusing on your pleasure.”

“Well, time for true confessions, Kat. I did get pleasure last night as I watched your pleasure.”

Kat’s smile returned. “Well, that was different,” she said. “You made me feel so wonderful, like I was the only thing that existed.”

“Hmmm,” I replied. “Maybe that was just a lucky coincidence. Perhaps we should see if lightning strikes twice.”

“Good idea, Jim,” Kat smiled. “I am a researcher and I’ve learned that results of an experiment must be repeatable and verified before any lasting conclusions can be drawn.”

“Let’s head to your lab for some more experiments,” I winked.

In her room Kat did a slow strip for me. “How do you keep your hard cock from showing in those tight jeans?” I asked.

“I never had to worry about that until I met you,” Kat replied. “Besides, when you have a small cock it’s easy.”

I wrapped her in my arms and our tongues dueled. “I don’t think it’s small,” I murmured. “I think it’s the perfect size,” I said as I fondled it. “Just like your tits are the perfect size to fill my mouth,” I said as I enveloped one in my mouth.

Kat groaned. “Damn, Jim. You make me feel so good,” she moaned her hands caressing my body as I slowly stroked her hard cock.

“What do you want me to do?” I whispered as I removed her breast from my mouth.

“Anything. Everything,” Kat moaned. She pulled my head to her mouth and we kissed hungrily as her body writhed in my hands. I drizzled some lube over her cock and increased my stroking. I moved down and took her cock in my mouth. Damn did I love the feel and taste of her cock! My lubed fingers began playing with her ass as I slowly fondled a breast. I slipped one finger into her and she bucked. I licked her cock and gently mouthed her balls. “Oh God,” she cried. Hearing her cries and feeling her body respond was so erotic. I was hard as a steel bar myself. I slipped another finger into her and she began thrusting her cock into my mouth. “Oh fuck,” she hissed. “Don’t stop!” she moaned. Her hips became a pistoning machine as she fucked my mouth. I felt her cock grow. “Of fuuuccckk. I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” she hoarsely whispered. She slammed her cock into my mouth. Then I felt her erupt and she bathed my mouth with her sweet seed. She whimpered softly and I felt the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her body. I crawled back up and kissed her softly. “Damn you’re good,” she said weakly.

“That’s because I have good material to work with,” I replied with a smile.

“Roll over,” Kat whispered.

I rolled onto my back. Kat crawled up and laid on me. Pushing up with her arms, she reached for the lube. “I don’t think I’ll need this,” she said as she lubed my raging cock. Placing the beşiktaş escort tip at her asshole she slowly impaled herself with a continual soft moan. When it was fully seated she smiled down at me. “I think we fit well together,” She giggled. Now it was my turn to groan. She felt so tight and warm. I could feel her contractions on my cock. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply. I could feel her tiny breasts against my chest and held her tightly in my embrace.

“Damn Kat,” I moaned. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Well if I feel fucking good, let’s fuck,” Kat whispered. She began rising up and down on my shaft. Soon she was slamming herself down on it. The slap of our bodies together was music. Her eyes were closed and a smile lit her face. Her eyes opened and I could see them glint. “You’re right, Jim,” she sighed. “This feels so fucking good. Mmmmm,” she moaned. I began thrusting up as she was slamming down on my cock. “Yes, Jim,” Kat hissed. “Fuck me. God your cock feels so nice.” I love a woman who is vocal during sex. With each slam Kat’s breasts shook. Damn she was a sexy lady! “I feel it Jim,” she moaned. “You’re close. Fill me with your cum.” I was now pulling Kat down with my hands on her hips as I slammed into her tight ass.

“Now,” I groaned. “You want me to fill you? Get ready. Oh fuuuccckkk!” with a massive groan I emptied myself into Kat’s spasming ass. Spurt after spurt pumped into her. Kat collapsed onto my chest and I embraced her lithe body. Our hearts were racing in unison. I felt Kat’s right hand rubbing the top of my head as her left hand caressed my chest. She raised her head up and we kissed. I felt her hard cock on my stomach. “Your turn now Kat,” I murmured.

Kat smiled and pushed herself up with her hands. Reaching behind her she took some of my sperm that was oozing out of her and lubed her cock. Then, looking deep into my eyes, she placed the tip of her cock at my ass and pushed. It slipped in with no trouble. “Somebody’s ready,” Kat said with a smile.

“I’ve been ready since last night,” I whispered.

Kat sank to the hilt in me. “Now it’s my turn to say you feel so fucking good,” she said with a laugh. “I love to watch you as I fuck you.” Looking down between us she said, “I love to watch my cock slide in and out of you.”

“You feel so fucking good, Kat,” I moaned. “God I love your cock. I love everything about you,” I said as I pulled her down for a kiss. Hungrily our tongues danced. Breaking our kiss I looked into her eyes and said, “Fuck me, Kat.”

She smiled. “Yes, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you all day.” She began slamming her cock into me. I reached up and palmed her nipples. “Fuck yes,” she sighed. I groaned as she picked up her pace. Reaching down to her tight ass cheeks I began pulling her in as she slammed into me.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. “Fuck me harder, Kat.”

She was now throwing all her weight into her thrusts. “You like it hard don’t you Jim,” she moaned. “You like being fucked. And I love fucking you,” she gasped. Her breathing was becoming ragged. I could feel her cock growing. “You ready, baby?” she whispered. I groaned and nodded, unable to speak. I pulled her deep in to me as she screamed. Her cock pulsed spurt after spurt of cum. I felt the warm seed coating me. Again, she collapsed in to my arms. We lay embracing each other wordlessly as our hearts slowed. I heard her breathing become more rhythmic as she slipped into slumber. I felt that feeling I hadn’t felt since my wife’s death. The feeling of lying in bed in the arms of someone you love.

My phone buzzed. It was a text from Brad – Down in the bar if you feel like a drink. Thanks I responded, I’m spent. I placed my phone back on the nightstand and pulled the sheet over us and drifted off to sleep as I embraced Kat.

I don’t suppose my story is really any different when it comes to cross-dressing. It began when I was young and continued to flourish as I grew older. I lived alone with my mother growing up. My father had been killed in car wreck when I was 8. He had been a successful stockbroker and had left my mother and I financially stable, if not wealthy. My mother was also a broker and continued to work after my father passed away. She had never remarried. Her work and raising me were her only focus. She dated, but never seriously. Instead we traveled a lot growing up, as my school and her work schedule allowed.

My mother had been raised to think that a woman should always look her best. Her wardrobe was always bursting with the most fashionable clothes and shoes. As I grew up, I constantly heard my mother receive compliments for her style. It always made me feel proud to know that I had such a beautiful mother. I loved to see the new outfits she had selected and I often wondered what it felt like to wear those beautiful clothes.

She worked long hours and after I reached a certain age, she allowed me to stay home in the evenings by myself. Naturally, my curiosity about her clothes eventually led me to her closet. I would touch the soft fabrics of her blouses, skirts and dresses. The silky things I found in her lingerie drawers held my interest as well. She had a wonderful collection of sexy panties, bras, and hosiery. Naturally, it was just a matter of time before I began to try them on. I would go in her room nearly every day when I got home from school to try her sexy clothes on. I lived for the moments when I could slip in some of her silky underthings and put on a pair of her sexy high heels.

I had always been pretty small for a guy. By the time I finished high school, I was a whopping 5’2″ and weighed about 120 pounds. By contrast, my mother was about two inches taller than me even without her heels. This turned out to be a great thing since she and I were virtually the same size. I was able to wear all of her clothes as well as her vast high heel and boot collection.

Being the fashion conscious woman she was, Mom frequently would set out older clothes and shoes for donation to local charities. I soon learned to divert those boxes to my room for inspection before they went to the donation box. A blouse here, a skirt there and I soon had a fairly respectable collection all of my own. I had a door in my closet that lead directly into the attic of our house where I could keep my treasures.

After I had my own transportation, I began going to the local mall and buying my own things. The thrill of doing it the first time was something I’ll never forget. I had walked into a lingerie store and began looking through the panties. A cute young sales girl had walked up and asked if I needed help. At first I was embarrassed, but she did her best to put me at ease. Naturally, I used the time tested “buying something for my girlfriend” excuse. She smiled and winked. I was certain she knew what I was doing! After 20 minutes of shopping, I had my hands full with 5 matching bras and panties. I had also purchased a lacy black garter belt. She even helped me select some stockings to go with it.

Last summer I graduated from high school. My Mom had been offered a temporary position with her brokerage in Japan for the summer. We had debated whether I would go with her or not. I had already secured a summer job I was looking forward to, but the opportunity to live somewhere different for an entire summer was appealing. Ultimately, I decided that I would stay home and work my summer job. Mom was disappointed, but she said that it would be a great opportunity to practice living on my own before I left for college. I agreed.

I also knew it would be a wonderful opportunity for spending extended time as Karlie, which was what I had begun to refer to myself as when dressed.

The week Mom left was a mix of emotions. I was sad that she would be gone for two months, but the thought of having the house all to myself filled me with excitement. After I dropped her off at the airport, I quickly sped back home to enjoy my time alone.

I spent every night that summer dressed fully as Karlie. I began to experiment with Mom’s make-up. I had always had somewhat feminine features and very little facial hair. A close shave and a little makeup really helped. After much trial and error, along with repeated how-to videos from You Tube, I got to the point I could get made up and not look like a total hooker. Each night I would pick out an outfit and dress. I would spend time walking in front of the large mirror my mother had in her bedroom. I wanted to make sure I moved like a sexy young lady and not a clumsy 18 year old boy.

I also began to search out other crossdressers online. I met many nice gurls from across the country, and even around the world. Those chat sessions helped me realize that I was not alone. I also picked up a lot of valuable tips for being a gurl. I enjoyed the thrill of exchanging photos with them and kartal escort the many compliments I received.

One night in mid-June, I was dressed in a short black skirt and chemise with silky tan pantyhose. I was looking through my mother’s huge closet for a favorite pair of heels of mine. After finally realizing she must have taken them with her, I turned in frustration to walk out. I spotted a cardboard box in the corner I hadn’t noticed before. Mom had been rearranging things in her closet and had moved a few things to the attic the week before she left for Japan. I remembered that she had declined my help, which had seemed odd to me at the time.

Out of curiosity, I reached down to pick the box up. It was actually quite heavy. Without hesitation, I pulled the flaps open and was more than a little surprised to see what was inside. The box contained dildos and sex toys of all shapes and sizes. I had seen my mother’s vibrator in her bedside table before, so the toys were not that shocking. However, the numerous porn DVDs as well as a large number of unmarked DVDs in a separated binder were. It definitely got me curious. I grabbed the whole box and walked out in to my mother’s bedroom. I removed the DVD binder and began to flip through them. I couldn’t find labels on any of them, so I just picked one and placed it the DVD player. I grabbed the remote and walked to sit on her bed.

When the DVD started, I watched on the large screen plasma TV my Mom and Dad’s honeymoon trip to France. Mom looked so young and beautiful. Dad was really handsome as well. The video continued for approximately 30 minutes showing them as they went to the Eiffel Tower, the Louvre, and many other places in Paris. It made me feel sad to see Mom and Dad look so happy since he was now gone. He was constantly making jokes as they walked around. It was funny to hear my Mom laugh. I hadn’t heard her laugh like that in a long time.

There was a break in the video. I picked up the remote and fast forwarded through the black areas. When the video restarted, the camera was obviously on a tri-pod in a luxurious hotel room. I felt a touch of embarrassment. The camera was pointed at the bed!

I saw Dad walk from behind the camera. He was naked. Feeling ashamed, I reached for the remote to stop the video, but I heard him talking softly to Mom. She slowly appeared from the left side of the screen. She was dressed in sexy black lingerie complete with stockings and heels. She looked unbelievable. Her thin shape was accentuated by her firm breasts and ass. Wow, I thought to myself. She was really something!

After a little urging from Dad, she stopped in front of the camera and did a little twirl. I marveled at how sexy she looked. I also noticed that my father was pretty impressive as well. He was in great shape with a nice chest and flat abs. I hadn’t got my slender body shape from him, for sure. He turned a little towards the camera. I was amazed by his penis. It was huge! Even limp he was much bigger than me.

I watched the video further as he took her into his arms and they began to slowly kiss and caress one another. His hands roamed all over her sexy body. I was a little ashamed that I kept watching, but I just couldn’t make myself turn it off.

I watched with my mouth agape as my mother kissed her way down his chest and abdomen until she was kneeling in front of him. Her small little hand grasped his hardening cock before she slowly took it in her mouth. My mouth suddenly felt dry as I watched her begin to suck him. I could feel my own little cock getting hard in my pantyhose.

I was shaken from the erotic sight by my iPhone vibrating inside my bra. I reached to get it and saw that it was Mom calling. I quickly grabbed the remote to mute the volume before answering.

“Hi, Mom!”

“Hi Honey, how are you,” she asked.

“I’m fine, How about you?”

“Great, just busy! I was leaving to catch the train to the office and I thought I’d call and see how you were.” I could sense a little exasperation in her voice.

“Oh, okay. I’m fine.”

We talked for a couple more minutes. I realized I was distracted by the images on the TV and my part of the conversation consisted mostly of yeah and okay.

“Honey, what’s wrong,” Mom asked.

“Nothing, why?”

“You just seem preoccupied.”

“Sorry. I’m just watching TV,” I lied.

“Oh, what are you watching?”

“It’s just an old movie.”

“What’s it about?”

“It’s a love story set in Paris. I don’t know the name of it.” I smiled to myself for my little joke.

“Okay. I see.”

We talked for a little while longer. The whole time I was watching her suck my late father’s big hard cock. I wondered what it would be like to be knelt in front of a handsome man like him, doing that. Finally, she said she had to go and she would call me the next day. I felt a bit guilty, but the visions I was seeing on the TV were too exciting! I said goodbye and returned my full attention maltepe escort to the sexy display.

I had scooted back on the bed and was resting against the headboard on Mom’s big soft pillows. I was so turned on watching the two of them. Dad had focused the camera in to get a close up of mom at work. My God, he had to be over 7″ and was extremely thick.

I looked through the box of toys and I found a very realistic looking fake cock. It looked to be about the same size as dad. I felt it in my hands and imagined what it would feel like if it was real. I watched Mom continue to slide her mouth up and down that huge thing. She was trying to get as much down her throat as she could. She wasn’t able to get all of it, but she was certainly doing her best.

I kept playing with the fake cock and I decided I wanted to see how it felt. I brought it to my face and opened my mouth. I felt like I almost had to unhinge my jaw to get it inside! I slowly slid it in my mouth. I didn’t really like the plastic taste but God it made me feel dirty to be sucking on it. I slowly worked about half of it in my throat before I felt I was gagging. I wasn’t nearly as good as Mom!!

I kept practicing as I watched Dad reach down to pull Mom to her feet. They kissed passionately before he led her to the bed. He gently nudged her until she was kneeling on the edge. When she was in place, he knelt behind her and slowly pulled her silky black panties down over her garter belt to her knees. His face was quickly planted on her sex.

I watched with keen interest as he slowly licked her up and down. She was moaning and talking as he did so. It was obvious he was licking her pussy, but I could see that he was also licking her ass. It made me wonder if mom enjoyed anal sex as well. I had experimented with my finger a few times. Now that I knew about this collection of toys, I knew I would have to try more!

I was still sucking that fake cock as I watched Dad stand up and slowly slide his hard cock into her from behind. She moaned softly as he entered her. My hand had found its way under my skirt and I was lightly touching my little clitty through my pantyhose. It was so hard.

On the TV, Dad began to slowly fuck Mom with his big cock. She moaned and purred. I watched as she reached one of her hands down between her legs. I assumed she was touching herself. Dad kept telling her how sexy she was and how much he loved her.

It was such a sexy sight watching them. They were so young and in love. Mom was absolutely breathtaking, while Dad looked like he had been chiseled from stone. I turned to look at Mom’s beside table where she still had a picture of him. He had been really handsome.

I noticed additional movement on the TV screen and I turned back. They had changed positions. Mom was now on her back and Dad was between her spread thighs. Her sexy, stocking covered legs were sliding up and down his ass and legs. I turned up the volume so I could hear their passionate moans clearer. Mom was telling him how good it felt to have him inside her.

Dad gradually increased his pace. My own hand was down inside my pantyhose and I was stroking my little clitty quickly. I knew I was about to make a mess of pantyhose.

Dad told Mom that he was getting close. She just groaned and wrapped her arms around his neck. Dad was really slamming into her. I felt myself getting ready to cum as well. After just a few more strokes, I shot my gurly cum into my pantyhose.

I heard Dad groan and I watched as his strokes got shorter and much more intense. He was filling her up with his cum!! Mom moaned and told him how good it was.

I laid there recovering as I watched Mom and Dad kiss. They looked so beautiful together. I looked down and saw I had made quite a mess. My hose were soaked. I pulled my hand out and began to lick my cum from it. I had only recently started doing that and it was quite a thrill.

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I spent the rest of the summer watching their sexy videos together. Apparently, they had quite the active lifestyle before I was born. I had no idea that they had been so wild. Most of the videos had been filmed at their big apartment in the city. We had lived there until I was 5, when we moved out to our house in the suburbs. I watched them do everything imaginable. I saw Dad make love to other women and Mom with other men. I saw Mom have sex with other women and I even watched my Dad get a blowjob from another man. I thought to myself how lucky that man had been. Dad’s cock had looked amazing.

I often imagined myself being Mom when I watched the videos. Watching her fucking and sucking turned me on like nothing I had ever experienced. She always seemed to be dressed in sexy lingerie. I experimented heavily with the fake cocks. I began trying to fuck myself with them. It was difficult at first, and I learned that it took a lot of preparation. I was soon taking the 6″ dildo easily. pendik escort I never was able to get the big one in though. I always seem to get too aroused and lose control before I did. I was amazed that she had been able to take Dad in her ass so easily.

Between work and my nightly play time, the summer passed quickly. I was getting more excited about going to college and being able to continue my private life as Karlie.

Mom came home in time for us to take a quick trip to Paris before I left for school. We spent a lot of time going to museums and seeing the sights. She also spent a lot of time shopping. I acted disinterested, but I was actually envious as she tried on so many sexy outfits. I knew they were my size and I really wanted to try them on as well. I knew that whatever she bought, eventually I would get to!

We came home and it was soon time for me to pack for college. I was a little sad to be leaving home but I knew that it was a necessary step I had to make in life. Mom was really busy with work, so she couldn’t accompany me on my trip to my new school. She had promised she would be up the following weekend to make sure I was settled in.

I loaded up my car and I left. It was an 8 hour drive to my new school. I was fortunate in that the university I had chosen was having a housing shortage, and I would not be able to live in the dorms. I would have to suffer the fate of having my own private off-campus apartment! When I arrived I quickly secured my key and began moving into my new home.

Having the summer alone had definitely prepared me for the new freedom I now had. After classes started, I would go home at the end of the day and put on something girly and do my homework. I made a few friends quickly and enjoyed spending time with them, but I really cherished the time I could have as Karlie.

Having my own place and a credit card I was solely responsible for allowed me to purchase things on-line without mom’s approval. I acquired breast forms as well as additional clothes and lingerie. Mom had allowed me a generous monthly allowance for food and fun. I’ll admit I skimped by on Ramen noodles more than once to get a sexy pair of heels or new panties.

I continued to spend a lot of time chatting with other crossdressers online. These times would often lead to some webcam fun. I loved hearing their stories of the times when they had met men. I also began to chat regularly with men online. It was quite a turn-on to have them tell me how sexy I was. I loved watching them stroke their hard dicks on webcam.

As the semester passed by, I realized I was getting more and more curious about being with a guy in person. I wanted to know how it felt to be a girl and to pleasure a man in real life. However, I was scared to death about actually doing it. I spent a lot of time looking on the local personals sites. I loved reading the descriptions of what the men were looking for and looking at the pictures of hard, tasty looking dicks that were often posted. Many times I thought about replying to an ad, but I would always back out. Being 5’2″ and 120 pounds gave me few allusions of being able to defend myself from some psycho.

In October, I was chatting with Roxanne, a local cd friend. I had met her online during the previous summer. It was coincidental that she lived in the same city where I was going to attend college. After I got to school, we actually met in person. She was in her late 30’s and was married. She had been to my apartment a few times and we had dressed and hung out.

I was telling her that night that I really wanted to meet a man, but I was scared. She was giving me advice on what to look for. She said she had met many nice men over the years and that I would too, I just needed to be careful and patient.

Later that night, she sent me a link to a personal ad. I opened it and saw it was a man in his early 50’s that lived locally. He was seeking a cute young cross-dresser for regular discrete companionship. He had included a picture. He was a very handsome man.

“He looks nice.” I typed back.

“Yes, he does. Maybe you could respond,” she replied.

“Should I?”

“What would it hurt? You could get to know him at least.” She responded.

We chatted for a bit longer. I kept thinking maybe I should respond to the ad. She was right. What would it hurt? If he seemed creepy, I could always not reply back. I finally told Roxanne I was going to reply.

“Good, sweetie. Just be open with him about everything. If he wants to try and rush you, back off. Okay?”

“Okay.”

I hit reply to the ad and began my message.

“Hi! I’m Karlie. I’m a 19 yo crossdresser. I’d like to get to know you better. I’m very new to this. I hope you don’t mind going slowly. I look forward to hearing from you again.”

Within 5 minutes, my phone beeped. I looked and saw that it was from an unfamiliar address. I felt a tingle as I opened the message.

“Hi Karlie! I’m Richard. It’s nice to meet you! I certainly want to get to know you better as well. I’m not looking for something immediately. I want to find someone that shares a mutual attraction and that is discrete and safe. I’m a widower and have never done anything like this. I have attached a couple photos (nothing too racy!!). If you are comfortable, please send me a pic back. I’m sure you’re beautiful.”

Joanna blew lightly on the nails of her right hand. The polish is supposed to be “Insta-dry” but that wasn’t always the truth. In a few minutes she would add the “Ultra Shiny” final coat. She loved the deep reds for nail polish but did change it up occasionally.

“You are so beautiful.” Joanna froze. She realized that she hadn’t let anyone into the house even as she recognized the voice. How she dreaded this day but had longed for it to come. Very conflicting emotions which fit her personality well. She slowly raised her eyes to look at the beautiful woman reflected in the mirror. Beautiful and desirable, dressed with style and sex appeal. Joanna knew every aspect because she tried to emulate the woman, her mother.

“Please stand so I can see just how beautiful you are.” Joanna slowly turned on the stool in front of the make-up table, gathered her feet under her and rose. She was wearing a black lace bra and thong set. The black four-inch stiletto heels made her tall, nearly six feet. She had already done her make-up; the white, light gray and dark gray blended just right on her eyelids, the perfectly shaped eyebrows with black mascara, the black eyeliner both above and below the eyes making a slight tail away from the eyes and the deep red lipstick to match the nails. Her shoulder length dirty-blonde wig was styled like Jennifer Aniston’s hair.

“Well mother, I know what this must look…..”

“Please, let me stop you right there. I am not upset or angry. Actually, quite pleased. But we’ll get to that in a bit. So tell me, what is your name now? And please since our relationship has changed call me Claudia.”

“Mother….”

“Claudia. I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Joanna.”

beylikdüzü escort “What a lovely name for a beautiful woman. I truly mean that. Now finish dressing and come downstairs. I’ll pour us a couple of glasses of chardonnay.”

Joanna watched as Claudia turned ever so gracefully and left. If Claudia meant what she said about being upset or angry things could work out as Joanna had always dreamt and desired. She slipped on the white, mid-thigh sheath she intended to wear this evening, checked her make-up and walked downstairs. She found Claudia (that will take getting used to) in the living room watching the ocean.

Claudia looked at Joanna. “Let me repeat myself, you are so beautiful. And I love your dress.” She handed Joanna a glass of chad, then seemed to melt onto the couch. She patted the couch indicating Joanna should sit.

“Let’s talk about how you came to be Joanna”, Claudia said. “I believe that I had a lot to do with it. When I was pregnant with you I hoped and prayed for a girl. You were born and, although I love you tremendously, I have to admit I was disappointed and in denial a little. So for the first few years I dressed you in pinks, let your hair grow and curled it, even dressed you in frilly dresses. When you went to kindergarten I had to stop. Do you remember any of this?”

Joanna didn’t speak but nodded her head with sly smile.

“In your young teens I decided to find out what you wanted in life. I purposely left my bedroom door ajar and on the bed some of my lingerie. I left certain folds in the clothes even though they looked thrown there. For the first few times I did this nothing was disturbed. But then I started to notice a esenyurt escort fold wasn’t right, the thong was on the wrong side of the bra. One day I didn’t leave anything about but set the drawers with my lingerie just so, the closet doors slightly open. Even my heels were placed just so. But when I would return everything was slightly out of place. So I knew you enjoyed dressing. Then my clothes were undisturbed for months. So I went exploring and found your hiding place. I have to compliment you, Joanna, your taste in clothes is impeccable.”

Joanna looked at Claudia. “Even though I didn’t realize what you were doing I appreciate it. I have always felt that I was in the wrong body. I wanted to look like you, be able to apply make-up like you, strut in stilettos like you. You, deceitfully you must admit, gave me the opportunity to explore my sexuality. And I discovered who I am meant to be. Thank you Claudia.”

Joanna leaned in and gave Claudia a light kiss on her lips. “I’ll get us some more wine.” She gathered the glasses and went to the bar at the end of the room. As she poured the first glass, Joanna felt Claudia approach from behind. Claudia gently put an arm around Joanna’s waist, reached her other hand to move Jo’s hair away from her neck, then leaned in to give her a lingering kiss. Joanna melted into Claudia’s embrace and began to moan.

“Oh god, that feels wonderful.” Joanna careful put down the wine bottle and glass she was holding. She then turned to face Claudia. They stood gazing into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Claudia slowly took Joanna’s face into her hands. Their lips met in a tender kiss, but quickly it turned to passion.

As Joanna başakşehir escort dragged Claudia to the luxurious couch she pulled the zipper of Claudia’s dress down. The dress kicked out of the way, Joanna started to fondle Claudia’s breasts. It was Claudia’s turn to moan. Joanna started to lightly bite Claudia’s nipples. “Joanna, that is fabulous!!! I love that.” Her hand slowly moved up Joanna’s thigh, searching for the prize she desired but she couldn’t find.

“How are you hiding your clit?”

Joanna chuckled. “Reach under the thong. I have a butt plug in and use Velcro to tie it back.”

Claudia released the restraint to begin rubbing Joanna’s clit which led to tremendous gyrations. Both sets of hands pulled off clothes, caressed breasts, butt, vagina, clit. Claudia stroked Joanna’s clit until she was rock hard, then slowly took her into her mouth. She twirled her tongue slowly around the head of the clit. She let her lips envelope the head slowly, oh so slow, swallowing the seven inch shaft. Claudia, being very experienced at blow jobs, was able to deep throat the clit without even a small gag reflex. Joanna trembled and gasped for breath. Claudia totally enjoyed bringing Joanna to the point of orgasm, then backing off.

“Oh god, you minx. I want to cum. I need to cum right now!” Joanna screamed and thrashed about. Finally Claudia started pumping her head and hand fast and hard on Joanna’s clit. “I’m going to cum but don’t you dare swallow it all. It’s mine and I want to share.”

Joanna sent rope after rope of warm, creamy spunk into Claudia’s mouth. She had to keep backing up Joanna’s shaft to try not to swallow any but that was to no avail. As she swallowed some to make room for more cum, she reveled in the thought “I’m drinking my daughter’s cum and loving it.”

As the flow finally subsided, Claudia crawled up Joanna’s body and kissed her passionately allowing the cum to flow between them.

They rested for awhile drifting in and out of sleep. Joanna gazed into Claudia’s eyes and laughing said “We’ve got to keep meeting like this!”

Hello fellow futa lovers! I’m new on Literotica and this is my first story, I hope you all enjoy it and feel free to give me some pointers on how to improve. I plan to write more stories of various genres, but always about futas. Anyway hope you enjoy it!

– Futavision

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My name is Michael Severman, I’m 19 years old. I graduated high school last year, I had initially intended to take a year off, to gain some work experience but I think I found a really good company where I can grow and move up in. I’ve been working for the past year at one of the largest logistics organizations in the world. How I got this job is not something I can answer. All I can say is I started as an intern and got promoted into one of the key teams responsible for moving shipments.

I work under a strict boss, a no nonsense type. She really scares the shit out of me. I often hear her yelling at some unfortunate person around the office. She’s the type who’d really grill you for the smallest mistakes. She expects nothing short of perfection.

I don’t know why but she has always had a soft spot for me, maybe it’s because i’m the youngest employee on her team or maybe she can sense my fear, either way, she always treated me a little different than everyone else. Now that’s not to say she spoke to me with a big smile on her face, or looked the other way if I came in late or left work early, not at all. I never once saw her smile, I’ve never really had the courage to chance what would happen if I had come in to the office late or left early. More like when I made mistakes in filing reports, she would just look at them placidly and correct them herself. She more often than not grilled someone else for my mistake, citing that I was young and new and that they hadn’t trained me correctly.

On rare occasions, she would scold me privately in her office, not too harshly though and always began and ended it with praise for my other work and efforts.

Her gentle care and kindness in dealing with me coupled with her stunning knockout figure, drove me to develop a crush on her. She was a tall woman, Blue eyes, with dirty blond hair, she had long toned legs that she showed off by wearing a skirt and high heels, she seemed to be fit and in shape, she had large breasts, trapped by a white blouse. Her golden hair was tied back tightly in a ponytail.

My crush started off innocent but soon developed into an obsession. It became a daily tradition to stay late at the office, just until everyone else had left except the boss herself, under the guise of “working hard” but she wouldn’t see what I would do. She was in her office with the door closed. So everyday I would visit her facebook page and look at her personal pictures. She had plenty of swimsuit photos from all of her vacations. I would choose one picture and print it, I know its shameful but what can I do? She was so beautiful, I would never get a women like that in my life.

I printed her photos for weeks, taking them home with me and jerking off to them. I had quite a collection by now, my boss in swimsuits, casual wear and even sexy dresses. I wanted to collect all of her pictures from all of her albums, it became the goal.

One evening however, I did my usual thing, I waited for everyone to leave the office and proceeded to go into my boss’s facebook page. I went through her albums and praised my self for all the photos I managed to snag. sarıyer escort I found one picture that really got me hot, I had a full erection from looking at it. It was a picture of the boss wearing a very small pair of bikini that barely covered her breasts, down below she was wearing an equally small bikini bottom, over it was a thin multicolored fabric that acted as a sort of skirt. I had to have this photo. I immediately hit print and rushed to the printer near by. The printer was flashing a light, I looked at the little LCD monitor and my heart sunk. The printer’s ink cartridges needed to be replaced. I ran back to my computer and tried to cancel the print request but it did not acknowledge. It just kept flooding me with windows that reminded me that the cartridges needed replacing.

Shit shit shit shit! I slammed the laptop screen down, packed it away and went home. I was fucked! As soon as someone replaces the ink cartridges, the risque photo of the boss would be printed first. Not only that but they would also know who printed it. that’s it! it’s over. I’m as good as fired. My only chance was to come in early and ask IT for the replacement and rip the photo up, even that was a long shot but it was my only hope.

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I woke up early the next morning and found a text message from my boss, it read:

‘See me as soon as you get in’

I was ready to have a heart attack right then and there. I rushed to the office and to my surprise, no one had made it in yet, not even the boss. I practically ran to the printer. What I saw almost induced a comma. The ink cartridges had been replaced and the printer was on standby. I want back to my desk, shaking and sweating. I waited for the boss to come in and seal my fate. As I waited, thoughts flooded my mind of what would happen to me. This was much bigger than simply firing me. I had violated her privacy, this could turn into a lawsuit.

Suddenly my thoughts were interrupted as the boss walked into the office. She looked at me without stopping, making her way to her office.

‘Good. You’re here. Give me a minute.’ she said plainly.

She said as she went into her office and shut the door.

After a few moments, she called me in. I walked towards her office dragging my feet. I was sweating and heart beating so fast. I stood in front of her shut door and paused for a moment. Once I go inside my life was going to change, for the worse, I may go to jail. Without any further delay, I knocked on the door, she invited me to come in before I had finished knocking. I walked in and closed the door behind me. She got up from her desk and locked the door then returned to her desk.

I sat in front of her, looking down with humility. We sat in silence for a few moments.

‘So,’ she finally began, breaking the silence.

‘I imagine you know why I called you into my office today, correct?’ she continued.

I couldn’t reply, I was so ashamed and embarrassed. Her beauty was intimidating, I always felt vulnerable in her presence, more so than ever today.

‘Michael, look at me.’ She snapped, almost causing me to jump but I looked into her eyes obediently. My heart was racing and I was getting out of breath, am I have a panic attack?

‘You know why you’re here don’t you.’

I reluctantly nodded subtly.

‘Tell me why.’ she asked sternly as I looked into gop escort her eyes, I have never been, more afraid of anyone or anything in my life. I could not answer, I was literally scared stiff.

She opened her drawer and took out a stack of papers and dropped them on her desk. The startling sound of the papers slamming on the desk made me jump.

‘Do you know what this is Michael?’

I simply shook my head.

‘These are logs Michael. Logs of all of your activities on the company laptop for the past few weeks. I suppose you know what I found don’t you?’ she said standing up from her desk and walking to the front of it and leaning back on it, her arms crossed.

‘Why have you been visiting my facebook every single day. Do you find me attractive Michael? Hm? Is that why you’ve been going through my personal pictures and printing them? What do you do with my photos Michael? I think I have an idea.’

I sat there silently, frozen solid.

‘After you left last night, I needed to print a report but the printer was out of ink. So I replaced the cartridges, I’m sure you can imagine my surprise when the first thing it printed was a photo of me from my trip to Barbados. I was more surprised still when I found out who had printed it. I must say, at first I was flattered, but then I felt hurt. I’ve always treated you gently, compared to the rest of the lot. I knew you feared me and frankly I found it to be quite cute. So why have you betrayed me? Have I not been kind to you always? Even when you deserved to be reprimanded? Why did you do this? Answer me.’

Tears began to well up in my eyes. My lower lip began quivering.

‘Well, explain yourself!’ she snapped sharply. She waited for a moment, but I couldn’t give a response.

‘if you won’t speak then i’m just going to have to call the COO and press charges.’ She got up from leaning on her desk and went around to pick up the phone. At the sight of this I snapped. I started crying audibly.

‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry! You were just so kind to me and so beautiful. I just wanted to imagine what it would be like to be with you. Please i’ll get rid of all the photos I have and leave the company, just don’t press charges.’

She put the phone down and come around the front of her desk.

‘Do you like this job, Michael?’

‘Yes ma’am.’ I cried out through my tears.

‘Would you like to keep this job?’

I paused for a moment, a little shocked that I could come out of this still working for her.

‘Yes ma’am!’ I cried out again.

‘How badly do you want to keep it?’ she asked walking back around and taking a seat at her desk.

‘I’ll do anything to keep it ma’am, I swear i’ll never do it again!’ I cried, wiping my tears.

‘i know you won’t darling.’ she said in a very soft and comforting voice, as if she was talking to a young child.

‘Here’s how this is going to work. Starting right now, you will do everything, and I mean, EVERYTHING, I tell you to do without question. I’m going to keep these logs for insurance, and if you ever disobey me, I WILL press charges. Do I make myself clear?’

I paused completely aghast at her intention to blackmail, I couldn’t believe it but I had no choice.

‘Yes ma’am, I’ll do whatever you say.’

‘Good boy, now come and sit on mommy’s lap.’ she said in a motherly, loving tone.

A arnavutköy escort paused again. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Was she testing me?

‘Excuse me ma’am?’

‘You heard me. Come here.’ She gestured with her hand to her lap.

I had no choice. I was being blackmailed into submission. I reluctantly got up and walked towards her and sat on her lap, I was getting hard. I couldn’t believe how things turned out. She held me against her breasts with her arms. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, then whispered in my ear

‘You know why I was always extra nice to you? I always thought you were cute..and because I always wanted to fuck your little ass.’ As she said this I felt something large and hard press up against my ass. I was shocked and quickly got up off her lap and took a few steps back.

‘You’re a…’ I couldn’t even finish the sentence out of complete bewilderment.

She threw her head back and laughed. ‘What you don’t like mommy’s surprise?’

‘I’m sorry, but I cant do this. I’m not gay.’ I said in a broken voice, a little frightened of the repercussions.

‘I don’t care what you were, but from today, you’re my bitch. I own you. You have a choice to make. Face a lawsuit or submit to me.’

I stood defeated silently.

‘That’s what I thought, now come here.’ I obeyed, walking back towards her. She put her hands on either side of my shoulders and gently pushed me down on my knees. She lifted her skirt up and moved her underwear out of the way, revealing her massive, thick cock. It was uncircumcised and veiny. It began to leak precum.

‘Suck mommy’s cock’ She ordered lovingly.

As I drew closer to her member, I was hit with a strong musky stench, I hate to admit it but the smell of her cock was driving my crazy. I became fully hard in that instant, I unknowingly licked my lips. I wanted it. I wanted to taste her cock. She placed her hand behind me head and gently pulled me in toward the intoxicating smell of her cock. I lapped the tip, tasting her precum. It was sweet with a hint of bitterness. I loved it. I opened my mouth and enveloped the entire head and began bobbing my head back and forth. I was drunk with lust.

‘Aahh..fuck! That’s it! Suck it. Suck mommy cock. Good boy.’ she encouraged, pulling me in to the base and holding me there with both hands. I choked and gagged. She released my head as I pulled back, I continued to suck her and swirling my tongue around her cock. I was able to swallow more of her length as I continued. She held my face with both hand and began face fucking me. After a while I could feel her veiny meat throb in my mouth.

‘Aah! I’m cumming! Swallow mommy’s milk! Swallow it!’ She demanded.

Her cock throbbed furiously before bursting in my mouth, shooting rope after rope of thick, creamy semen. She painted my entire mouth and throat with her unique flavor. I swallowed it all, I kept swallowing as she was shooting her load into my mouth. It was incredibly thick in texture and the taste was very sweet but also had a strange bitterness to it.

After she unloaded completely, she pulled out her cock and pulled me up to her. She kissed me deeply on the lips, slipping her tongue into my mouth and dancing with my tongue. She broke the kiss but still holding me close to her face.

‘Next time, I’m going to pop you’re cherry. You’re mine now. Go home, you have the day off. Starting tomorrow, you’ll be promoted to my personal assistant.’

I left work rather than shocked at everything; including my boss blackmailing me, or that she had a big dick between her legs, I was lovestruck. I was happy with the outcome and couldn’t wait to wrap my lips around her delicious cock again. I was her bitch and proud of it.

I’d arrived in Honolulu in the early evening from Sydney and got a cab straight to my brother-in-law’s apartment on Kuhio, which he’d lent me for a fortnight while he was up in Europe on business. It’s in an ideal situation, a couple of blocks back from all the hotels and Waikiki Beach.

I slept like a log and after breakfast thought about walking down to Waikiki to get started on my tan, which had all but disappeared during the awfully wet Sydney winter. In the end I decided to forego the pleasure of perving on the Hawaiian birds and the tourist sheilas, and went down to the private pool, which is entered from the apartment block’s fifth floor. It was the best decision I ever made!

It was mid-morning on a lovely Hawaiian summer’s day and I laid my towel on a recliner, smothered my pasty-looking body in suntan lotion and lay back with USA Today.

I’m just over six foot tall, I’ve got longish blonde hair – a throw back to my surfing days – and I work out regularly to keep fit. At 32 I’m still pretty well built, and none of the sheilas I’ve had sack time with have complained about my eight-inch circumcised cock, either.

I’d been basking in the sun for about 10 minutes when a doll entered the poolside area. She was about five foot eight or nine, dark chocolate skin, lovely lustrous black hair, sparkling brown eyes and lovely legs. I took her to be of Latin descent.

She looked across at me as she walked on sexy high heels around the pool’s edge, then grinned. “Hey, handsome, any objections if I join you?” she asked.

Well, I had none, Those Latina types do it for me every day. “Be my guest, sport,” I told her in my unabashedly Australian accent.

She walked to the recliner next to mine, turned her back on me, slipped off her little beach jacket thing and I was totally hooked!

This vision was wearing a skimpy little thong – well, not that skimpy, but it was brief enough to reveal the lower halves of her buttocks. Now I have a thing about buttocks, or, as we say Down Under “arse”. You Yanks call it “ass”, but either way, it’s what I look for in a sheila first.

And did this thing have an arse! It was gleaming brown, like a lovely block of chocolate and I’d have given anything to have leaned over and planted a kiss on it right there and then.

Then she turned round, slipped off her high heels and sat down, presenting me with a great view of her tits. They weren’t massive, but they were more than adequate, I can tell you. The lovely smooth satin of the bra cups shone on her lovely globes.

“Hey,” she said, reaching over with her right hand and shaking mine. “My name’s Dolita and I take it you’re Australian?”

I nodded. “You’ve got it, mate,” I replied. “The name’s Shayne and I’m pleased to make your acquaintance. You ever been to Australia?”

She shook her head, making the glimmering black hair shimmy. “No, but I’d like to go there one day,” she said. “What I’d really like to do is see Kylie Minogue’s bum – I wonder if it’s as good as they say.”

Now call me a traitor, but as far as I’m concerned Kylie’s bum isn’t a touch on say, the fantastic buttocks that Vida Guerra lady shows off.

And this bird wasn’t unlike Guerra, in my books. Perhaps not as pretty, but she had a similarly superb arse. Not that I’d turn down a face-sitting from Kylie if she ever offered it – and I’m at odds of a million-to-one against there and drifting.

So I grinned what I hoped was one of my winning smiles and told her: “Mate, Kylie’s not a touch on Vida Guerra and if you ask me your bum’s just as beautiful. Dolita – you’re not Cuban, by any chance?”

The lovely brown, bronzed bird smiled. “No, Shayne,” she replied, rolling over onto one side to give me a great sight of her breasts fighting to burst out of her bikini top. “My mother was Spanish, my father Italian, so that’s where I get my looks, I guess,” she told me.

“And what’s a Spanish-Italian sheila doing in Waikiki?” I asked her.

She frowned: “Sheila, what’s with this sheila thing?”

I groaned. “Oh, Dolita, pardon my language – the word ‘sheila’ is used by Australian blokes to describe any woman aged from 15 to 55.”

“And what do you call them after 55?” she laughed.

“Tired old tarts,” I joked. “But since you’re obviously over 15 and under 55, to me you’re a ‘sheila’,” I told her.

“Well I’m not much over 15,” she said, coyly.

“Don’t tell me, let me guess,” I said. “You’ve gotta be 20-plus. Say 22?”

She giggled. “Silly, I’m 32. Do I really look 22?”

“You look absolutely smashing,” I said, without a trace of a lie.

“You look pretty good yourself, Shayne,” she said. “You here long?”

“A fortnight,” I told her. “And you?”

“I rent an apartment here,” she said, “I do some modelling and I’ve appeared in a couple of videos.”

I told her about my job in Sydney. I sell cars – not second-hand crap, I specialise in brand-new Altezzas, actually, and some of them can be seriously sporty little motors.

We lay back in kayaşehir escort the sun, chattering away and when I lay on my belly to get my back tan going, Dolita stepped over and rubbed lotion all over my back and thighs. I was wearing full-cut Speedos, but she hiked the sides up so my buttocks were exposed. She poured lotion all over them and her hands were wonderfully soft, yet strong at the same time.

“Nice buns, Shayne,” she said, as she massaged the lotion into my arse cheeks. I’m not afraid to admit I felt my old fella stirring in my Speedos. She was one seriously hot bird!

After an hour or more basking in the sun, I pulled my towel over me and announced: “C’mon, Dolita, it’s time we enjoyed a nice cold glass of the amber nectar.”

Again that frown. “Amber nectar?” she queried.

“Beer – well, I’m up for one. Do you drink beer?”

She nodded. “I’ve been known to have a cold one on a hot day,” she said, sounding as if it was a line someone had taught her.

“Well, come on up to my apartment on the ninth floor and we’ll taste one,” I said.

“Ninth floor? Coincidence,” she laughed.

It turned out she was in an apartment about three down from my brother-in-law’s, which is on one corner of the building. It was an ideal location because the lanai – balcony to you Aussies, out there – was not overlooked on one side, and was also secluded from the one next door.

In the apartment, Dolita slipped off her beach coat to reveal her great tanned body and I handed her a cold Victoria Bitter. I’m a Sydney boy, but VB is a great little drop, if you ask me.

Dolita sat on the couch and I plonked myself down beside her. After a couple of sucks on the amber fluid, I put an arm around her and pulled her to me. Her mouth tasted of sun tan lotion and VB, a lovely combination.

“Any chance of me kissing that fantastic arse of yours?” I asked, stroking the outside of her right bikini-cupped bra.

“There’s every chance in the world, you smooth-talking Aussie,” she grinned. “Tell me how you think it compares to Kylie’s!”

And with that she stood up and kicked off her high heels and walked into the bedroom. Climbing on the bed, she knelt facing the headboard, her knees wide, her glorious chocolate arse gleaming at me.

I pulled down my Speedos and revealed my eight-inches of taut erection. Dolita looked back over her shoulder, tossing her black hair from her face in a sexy gesture. “Wow, that looks good enough to eat,” she told me.

I laughed. “Later, Dolita, later. First things first and my meal is first, not yours!” And with that I knelt behind her beautiful bum and lowered my mouth to her cheeks and kissed each one in turn. They were stunning – warm, firm, yet there was also a bit of give.

Then I grabbed each side of her thong and pulled it down. Lowering my mouth again I licked at the top of her globes, then traced my tongue into the crack above her anus. I was greeted by a musky aroma, an aroma of pure animal sexiness.

Spurred on by the superb scent, my tongue flickered against her delightfully dimpled chutney chute. Then I drove my tongue down past her anus further forward – and came smack dab up against her scrotum!

I peered through her legs. Her ball sac was bunched, taut and dark brown, with a darker brown line which went across its middle, darting between each testicle. I later found the dark brown line went all the way up the underside of her cock shaft to her piss lips, but I didn’t find that out just then.

Now my Bondi surfing mates might laugh if they read this, call me a poofter, a woofter, a whatever, but you know what? I don’t give a damn. Dolita had the sweetest arse I’d ever tasted and I wanted to gorge myself on it.

“I hope I haven’t offended you, Shayne,” I heard her whisper from above me.

“Shut up, sweetheart,” I said in a not unfriendly voice. “Just let me get to work on this fantastic set of buns.”

And with that I licked and kissed her cheeks all over. Every now and again I’d provide her anus with some oral adoration, but mainly I licked and tongued her backside. It was just irresistible!

As I did so, I reached around in front of her with one hand and stroked a rigid and not small cock. It was, I guessed then, about six and a half inches, it was uncut and when my forefinger probed into its foreskin lips it was met with a lot of pre-cum oozing from the slit.

Soon it was time to advance from orally worshipping her arse to doing something else. Now, like I’ve said, my mates might call me a poofter, but I didn’t feel like a poofter. I was hungry for a fuck, and she was hungry to be fucked. I’ve only made love to sheilas before, and believe me, I’ve had plenty of ’em, but to fuck Dolita seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

I rose until I was kneeling directly behind her arse, and placed my eight inch stiffy against her anus. Then, as she backed firmly against me, I thrust into her, my cock sliding up her yenibosna escort as easy as if her chute was full of marzipan.

Now if any of my mates from the surf club get around to reading this and feel like a good chunder, I’ve only got this to say: until you’ve tried it, don’t knock it! Strewth sports, Dolita was one of the sweetest fucks I’ve ever had.

After I’d got nicely established in her arse, I unhooked her bra and slipped it away. Her tits were fantastic. Biggish mounds, even though, as I say, they were probably only 34s or 35s, they fitted my hands superbly. The nipples were thick and erect and dark brown, almost black. I couldn’t wait to get my tongue on them. That they were implants I had absolutely no doubt, but you know what? It didn’t matter a damn, sport.

As I continued to butt fuck her, Dolita turned and kissed me. “Enjoying the ride, tiger?” she grinned.

“Enjoying it? What do you think, you sexy thing,” I replied.

“Can I blow you, darling?” Dolita then asked me, and to be perfectly frank, it took me by surprise.

“But I’m fucking your arse!” I protested. “Do you want me in your mouth?”

Dolita laughed. “Course I do, silly,” she told me. “How do you like it? Thrusting into a girl’s mouth from above her, or lying on your back and letting her do the work?”

I pondered. Well, I love the lady sucking on me while I kneel above her, but something’s to be said – actually, a lot’s to be said – for getting her to do the work.

I made up my mind. “You do the work,” I whispered, kissing her full on the mouth. It was one of the best decisions I’ve made in any of my sexual encounters.

I pulled from her satin-smooth anus and lay back on the bed, my cock pointing towards my chin. Dolita lay off at a 90-degree angle to me and took my chute-stained erection in her mouth.

At first she just sucked the helmet down to the ring. Then she licked my cock all over the shaft, from the tip to the base. And then she started to really go to work on me. Her big lips totally enclosed my helmet and she began to plunge up and down on my stiffy. Her deep throating was such that most of her plunges ended about two inches from the base of my cock.

It was the most exhilarating blow-job I’ve ever had, mate. Fuck, she was good!

In fact, she was so good she was almost too good! After a mere two or three minutes I felt my semen starting the surge from base camp to the summit and I was soon shooting wads of spunk into Dolita’s hard-working mouth.

The delightful little darling actually licked her lips! “Very salty, Shayne,” she told me, “very tasty. I might have to do that again!”

Then she lay beside me and I stroked her erection. “How about you?” I asked. “How do you prefer to come?”

“Oh you smooth talker,” she grinned, “you mean I actually get a choice? Most of my men friends simply toss me off. You mean, you’d like to suck me?”

She asked the question in a sort of “I dare you” tone. Well, you can call me a lot of things, sport, but a wimp ain’t one of them. If this sheila wanted me to suck her cock then I’d bloody well suck her cock!

And, to tell you the truth, it wasn’t at all bad. Like I said, it was six-and-a-half inches, and when I went down on her I noticed that that brown line went all the way from her balls up the underside of her shaft to her piss lips.

I kissed her cock tip tentatively at first, then when I realised it wasn’t going to bite me, I started suck on her helmet, down to the ring. The top two inches of her cock were thick and turgid and the sensation of them filling my mouth was wonderful.

Dolita for her part lay back groaning and moaning as if in ecstasy. I hoped she wasn’t acting.

Then I began to increase the tempo of my tasting and soon I felt her entire body stiffen against me as her climax started to surge through her groin, and then I was sucking down a wad of globby spunk.

Now I know what you’re all thinking. You’re thinking (a) disgusting, or – if not that, (b) what did it taste like?

Well, for starters it sure ain’t tasteless, sport. And I’m told that it differs from person to person and it also depends on what they’ve been eating or drinking.

So, to Dolita’s cum. Well, it was salty. Not incredibly salty, but briny. That’s it, a bit like drinking a glass of brine. And you know what? I didn’t mind it. Sure, a glass of VB or a good Penfold’s red would taste – well, not necessarily nicer, but different.

Then we lay back in each other’s arms.

Dolita was curious, though. “Good, Shayne?” she asked.

“Superb,” I said, with utter and total honesty.

“First time?” she added.

“No, I’ve had sex plenty of times,” I laughed, re-cycling some old movie line.

“No, silly,” she laughed, punching me lightly on the bicep. “First time with a girl like me?”

“Yes,” I said, “only I hope I didn’t break any rules.”

Dolita gave me a very sexy kiss on the mouth. “There are no maslak escort rules so long as no one gets hurt,” she said.

Then we climbed off the bed, showered, Dolita went back to her apartment, dressed in shorts and a halter top. We went to a nearby Mexican restaurant and enjoyed a superb lunch, washed down with a big pitcher of Margaritas.

“This is great food,” I said, complimenting her on her choice.

“I love it hot,” she said, sipping about her fourth glass of margarita.

“Hot like your lovely arse,” I said, leaning over and kissing a mouth made salty by the liquor.

That afternoon, back in her pad she showed me some of the web sites she appears on in her “modelling role”. They were all similar – Dolita dolled up in some sexy dress, stripping to sexy lingerie and, in the last couple of pictures, showing her sweet six point five inches of hard-on.

The videos – she’s featured in three of them – were less to my taste. I am, of course, as vain and jealous as the next man, and to see her impaled on some big black man’s nine-inch cock did nothing for me.

“Do you ever fuck women in these movies?” I asked her.

“No, I’m strictly a lady for the lads,” she answered. “I never fuck a lady. No, this is one chick who prefers to have dicks. Although, I guess if Kylie or Vida made me an offer I might have to try it!”

Then we moved into her bedroom where I stripped her naked, then allowed her to remove my clothes. We stood for a while, facing each other, our pricks both erect, both nuzzling against each other, our mouths locked together in breathtaking kisses, until I couldn’t contain myself any longer.

I turned Dolita so that her beautiful back was to me, she leaned over, placing her hands on the bed, making her arms straight. I knelt behind her and licked at that sensational arse, tonguing the musky delights of her anus, before standing and sliding my erection deep into her.

This time, as I stroked and caressed her hanging breasts, Dolita whispered: “Come in me or on me this time, darling.”

I tried to control myself, to last longer as I stroked her breasts with one hand, her erection with the other, but her beautiful butt soon had the better of me. It wasn’t helped by the fact that she kept thrusting her butt back against my belly, the contact between our bodies making slapping sounds as she did so.

Then I felt the insistent pounding in my balls as the semen sought its release. As I realised the inevitable was getting closer and closer, I pulled from her lovely back passage and plumed my spunk onto the middle of her back in three globs – a big one, a smaller one and a piddling little dribble.

After fetching a towel from her bathroom and cleaning up my load from her chocolate brown body, Dolita sat up on the bed and I lay beside her. I went to suck on her erection, but this time she said: “No, not this time, Shayne, give me a hand job, there’s a sweetie.”

Now I’ve pulled the old pud when I’ve had to in my time – although I’ve usually been lucky to have had a woman around to do the honours, so to speak – but I’d never wanked anyone else off. An approach to one of the surf lifesaving club fellas in the clubhouse showers would almost certainly be met with a swift punch in the ghoulies!

“I’ll try,” I told Dolita, “but I don’t know how good I’m going to be.”

She smiled so sweetly at me. “Oh, I think you’re gonna be just fine, darling. Now, take me in hand!”

And I placed my hand around her hard-on and began to pump her. At first I was extremely slow, then she gave me some words of encouragement.

“Slightly faster, darling,” she whispered. “And slide the foreskin down almost to the ring, then let it slide back up to my helmet. As you do that, increase the tempo. It’ll work wonders – trust me, I’m a girl that knows!”

Well, she was as true as her word. I began to work on manipulating her foreskin, marvelling at the amounts of pre-cum which dripped from her urinary slit during my masturbation.

Then she started to moan and flung her arms around my neck. “Faster, darling, stroke me faster, oh fuck me!” and suddenly her whole body stiffened and then she was spraying globs of semen up onto her belly – just two spurts, but thick buggers.

And that was the start of my two weeks in paradise, sport.

We usually started the day by having breakfast over at the Royal Hawaiian, which is older than the fucking Ark but has got more style than any pub in Waikiki.

One middle-aged Hawaiian waitress there obviously took a big shine to Dolita and I was amused to watch her ogle my lovely young companion. Of course, with Dolita the waitress was pushing it uphill with a rake.

Lunches were usually at the Mexican place, dinners at a variety of Thai, Chinese or Mexican joints around the district, which Dolita knew like the back of her hand, of course.

One evening she took me to a party of people in the movie and modelling business. “Half the girls will have dicks, half won’t,” she said. “And almost all the guys will be straight.”

Towards the end of the evening I was chatted up by a delicious-looking little Asian chick. Dolita spotted it, came over and whispered in the girl’s ear and the Asian bird went red-cheeked and moved away.

“I told her you preferred chicks with bigger dicks,” she said. “She’s only four inches fully erect.”

When we got to the hospital, I was taken straight to the back where they immediately started treating my injuries. I had apparently suffered a pretty nasty concussion; luckily though, it was not fatal and it had not caused any serious internal problems either, I was given an ice pack after a few tests were finished up and they sat me in a room to wait for a police officer.

Now that I was here, it was sinking in just how psychotic Jennifer really was, and I felt myself becoming angry. No, I felt myself becoming furious; what the hell was wrong with her, really? Why could she not just let it go now, this was ridiculous.

The door for my room opened, and Lauren stepped in, tears in her eyes. She shut the door and threw her arms around me pulling me to her and squeezing me tightly. I sighed and wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as she held me as well. I breathed in her scent and a feeling of calmness overcame me; the anger slipped away and I relaxed.

It was her who needed to calm down the most though, even as she held me close Lauren was trembling. She was just as upset as I was, perhaps even more.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she said suddenly.

“What? What do you mean?”

“When I found you; I thought you were dead or something.” She laughed slightly, but I could tell it was more of a nervous laugh then anything. I chuckled and reached up kissing her softly on the lips.

“I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean to freak you out like that.”

“It’s not your fault,” she said. “It’s that bitch Tyler, we need to make sure she doesn’t get away with this. She has gone too far this is beyond just harassment, its assault, so please tell me your going to say yes when the cops ask if you want to press charges.”

“I will,” I said seriously. I had never been more serious about this matter in my life. I was tired of Jennifer and her bullshit too. She had done a lot of stupid shit since we broke up, but this was the last straw. Deep down, a part of me worried; if I let her get away with it, what the hell would she do next? If she was crazy enough to do this who was to say she would not come back again and try to hurt me again? Or maybe next time, she would attempt to harm Lauren.

I definitely would never let her hurt Lauren.

There was a knock at the room door and I looked up from Lauren to see a police officer standing in the doorway. “Are you Tyler?”

“Yes sir,”

The officer entered the room and took a seat and immediately began asking Lauren and I questions about Jennifer. The officer told us that they had Jennifer in custody, along with a young man who was apparently her newest boyfriend. They were holding them both at the nearest police department and then finally the question I had been waiting for presented itself: “Do you want to press charges?”

“Yes.”

I said it without even thinking twice, and the officer nodded his head. Lauren squeezed my hand supportively and smiled at me.

“Now…I don’t mean to be rude here but um…Ma’am, you’re a transsexual is that correct?”

I tried not to take it offensively, honestly I was not sure where he was going with this or how that had anything to do with Jennifer. But Lauren did not seem offended by the question, so I ignored my own mistrust in the police officer.

“That’s correct,” she answered.

“Okay, now… Tyler, you left Jennifer for Lauren correct?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Okay, and that’s when she started doing all of this?”

Again, I told him that he was correct and he cleared his throat and leaned back in his chair.

“The reason I’m asking is because honestly, this seems a bit like a hate crime to me, you could press charges, she would also get in trouble for breaking and entering, harassment, the pictures she took of the two of you together and obviously assault. She’s looking at a good few years behind bars for all of that together. When she gets out you’ll be able to apply for a restraining order against her to keep her away.”

“What about the boyfriend,” Lauren asked.

“Well, he was a participant in most of what she did so he’ll be going away as well but maybe not as long as her. You could also get a restraining order against him if you wanted to.”

It was a done deal, and I had pressed charges. When it was over, the officer stepped out of the room and left Lauren and I alone. A doctor came in a moment later and informed us that I was being discharged, and that the police wanted me to come down to the station to confirm that the person they had in custody was indeed Jennifer. As I stood up and started getting changed back into my regular clothes, Lauren sat across from me smiling the whole time.

“I’m proud of you,” she said happily.

I simply laughed and shook my head, but she leaned forward in her seat and sighed heavy.

“I’m serious,” she persisted. “I really am proud of you, I’ve been waiting a long time for you to stand up to this bitch. Don’t let people walk on you anymore Tyler.”

“I won’t,” beykent escort I said smiling back at her. “And the restraining order should keep her away even after she gets out. I’m free from her shit from this day forward… which reminds me,” I said moving towards her. I took her by the hands pulling her from the seat and into my arms. Lauren smiled up at me and I kissed her on the forehead.

“Now that this shit’s over with and she’s really going to be out of our way for good… I was thinking we could start planning for an actual future together.”

“Meaning what exactly?”

“Meaning…I don’t know. Get the hell out of this city, maybe buy a house together and well…I was thinking we could get married.”

There was no verbal reply, instead she literally jumped into my arms and crushed my lips with her own sliding her tongue into my mouth in probably the most passionate kiss I had ever received from her in our time as a couple. I kissed her back and when we finally broke apart for air, I set her down but she would not let go of me. “

I love you,” she said happily through her tears.

And I loved her too… I could not love anyone more then I loved Lauren. Most of all, I couldn’t wait for the two of us to get out of this city, buy our own house together and get our lives on track.

We left the hospital with the officer who took us back to the department where we could confirm that it was really Jennifer even though we both knew it really was her. The moment we walked into the police station, I felt a sense of anxiety come over me, I did not want to see Jennifer. It wasn’t that I was afraid of her, not anymore.

I just hated her so much, and I knew that level of anger was not healthy for anyone to feel. I’d rather walk away and not see her ever again. It wasn’t that simple though, and I knew it would not be. I would also have to be present the day of the trial when she was sentenced.

First things first though… I had to confirm it was the right person. Then we could get this all over with, and Lauren and I could finally leave all of it in the past and live our lives together.

There she was, sitting on a chair against the wall on the far left hand corner.

The officer walked us over to her and she looked up at me with a weird look in her eyes, it wasn’t a threatening look. It was more of a blank stare, but it quickly turned into a lopsided grin when she noticed the bruise on my head where I had been hit.

“Is this the woman who attacked you?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Jennifer, your ex has decided to press charges. You’ll be spending the weekend here until we can get you in front of a judge Monday morning, you have the right to an attorney.”

As I listened to the officer read her her rights, Lauren gave my hand a supportive squeeze and I noticed that even as she had been told she was under arrest, Jennifer’s wicked smile still had not faded.

“Can I have a moment alone with her please?”

I knew the request would raise some concern from Lauren; I could tell it had, considering the look she was giving me now. The officer glanced at me to see if I was certain I wanted to be alone with her, and when I nodded my head, he walked away.

Lauren reluctantly let go of my hand and followed the cop away leaving the two of us to ourselves. I was not really totally, sure why I wanted to speak with her right now; I guess in a way I wanted to tell her she had failed. She had failed to do whatever it was she had wanted to do.

“So,” I started in a low and firm voice. “Why’d you do it?”

“Do what?”

“Don’t play stupid with me,” I spat. “You’ve lost, just tell me why you did it.”

“Because you fucking left me,” she yelled angrily.

I could not believe she had it in her to say something so stupid… she knew full well I had left her because she was a controlling manipulative bitch. Not to mention the incident where she had thrown the bottle at my head; I wasn’t going to tolerate physical abuse. What the hell did she expect from me?

“You got what was coming to you,” I said.

“Oh really… I could say the same to you.”

I sat down on a chair across from her and leaned forward, looking her dead in the eyes.

“Did I really Jen, did I even do anything wrong? Did I REALLY do anything wrong, or were you just too blind to see that the one doing all the things that were wrong was actually you!”

“What the fuck are you talking about,” she asked furiously.

I could see tears coming up in her eyes now and I knew I was gaining the upper hand in an argument with Jen for probably the first time in all the years I had known her.

“We both know how controlling you were, how manipulative. How mentally and eventually physically abusive you were. Hell, I know damn well you cheated on me quite a few times, but I kept my mouth shut because I thought I loved you. I was wrong, and I’m sorry it took so long for me to understand that I was wrong, atakent escort but I was.”

“You cheated on me you bastard,”

“And you did the same to me.”

“I never messed around with anyone Tyler, you know that’s not true.”

I ran a hand through my hair, shaking my head and biting my lip, trying desperately to control my anger. She would be taken care of from this point, there was no reason for me to lose my temper anymore… what would it get me anyway? That and we were in a police station, what could I really do?

“You’re a liar Jennifer. You’re a liar and you know it.”

She looked away from me, her smile having finally faded completely. Now it was replaced with a look of anger and guilt and shame, because she knew I was right. She knew I had not been beaten in the way she wanted to beat me.

“I think the real reason you did this was because you were just to unwilling to accept your mistakes. You did not want to see that you had destroyed our relationship far too many times. You did not want to see that I had moved on; that I had found someone who REALLY loved me and could show it to me without treating me like trash.”

“Yeah great job Tyler, you found a fag-“

“Don’t say it,” I cut her off instantly.

I had heard that insult from her mouth far too many times, and was completely tired of hearing the words.

“She’s not that at all, she’s a woman. To me, she is and always will be a woman and I know I am not gay for being in love with her. The best part of all is that she loves me as much as I love her.”

Lauren had probably overheard most of what I had said, since she wasn’t standing to far away and I had said it relatively loud. I looked over at her and noticed her smiling lovingly at me. I smiled back briefly, before returning my gaze to Jennifer; it was time to end this conversation and move forward.

“I just wanted to tell you, that you failed. You wanted to ruin my happiness, but you couldn’t do it Jen. You only succeeded in making yourself miserable. You should have backed off when I told you to. It’s over now. I’m going to go live my life happily with the woman that I love.”

I stood up, no more words spoken, turned quickly and walked away. I could feel her angry eyes burning a hole through my back, but I did not care. I took Lauren by the hand and led her to the desk where the officer who brought us here was sitting waiting for us.

After some paperwork was filled out, we were allowed to leave, and we made our way back to our apartment together.

The car ride home was silent, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. I guess both of us were just exhausted, physically and mentally. Lauren drove since I wasn’t allowed to be behind the wheel of a car for a few days given the blow to my head I had received.

When we got home, we went straight into the apartment together. It had been trashed by Jennifer and her new supposed boyfriend. There had not been any serious damage from the looks of it, they just came in and threw everything all over the place and knocked things over.

It would be a lot of cleaning up, and there were a few things here and there that were broken… but they would not be expensive to replace.

“I’m beat,” Lauren spoke softly as she plopped down on the sofa and smiled at me, “What do you say we get some shut eye, and clean this mess up in the morning, I think we could both use some rest.”

“Yeah, I’ll agree with you there.”

“You know I’m very proud of you,” she said.

She patted the cushion next to her, and I took a seat beside her. Lauren leaned her head against my shoulder and we both sighed, taking in the comfortable silence for a moment.

“This is the start of a new life for us both,” she said, “I’m very happy.”

“Me too,” I replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead.

Her hand trailed down my leg suddenly and moved over my crotch. I smiled as she gave it a gentle squeeze and she smirked at me.

“You’ve had a long day and I was so worried about you. How about I make you feel all better before we go to sleep?”

I wasn’t going to say no as she rubbed my cock through my pants I could feel myself getting hard. She continued rubbing, and soon she had unzipped my fly and slipped off the couch onto her knees, pulling my dick free from its confines.

She wrapped her lips around it and took me straight to the back of her throat, swallowing me whole. I moaned, leaning my head back and sinking into the soft cushioned couch.

Lauren moved her head up and down, her wet lips gliding back and forth over my cock as I ran a hand loosely through her hair. I felt the pressure building up in my balls, and she must have sensed that I was getting close because she took as much of me into her throat as possible.

She began using her throat muscles to give me a nice massage, swallowing against my cock and before long I felt my entire body spasm as I shot a massive load into her mouth.

She hadımköy escort swallowed every drop of my warm sticky cum, licking the shaft and the head clean and then pulled my pants down along with my boxers. She threw my pants and boxers to the floor, my cock and balls now fully exposed. Even though I had already accomplished a pretty relaxing orgasm, she obviously was not finished with me just yet.

She started licking and sucking my balls, while stroking my cock until I was completely hard again. At that point, she started teasing the head with her tongue, earning a moan from my parted lips. She reached up with both hands under my shirt and began tweaking my nipples, rubbing and pinching them.

After a few minutes of sucking me again, she pulled away and stood up, giving me a wink.

“I’ll be right back,”

She walked off in the direction of our bedroom, and returned a few short minutes later with our bottle of lube. Still smiling at me, she popped open the bottle of lube and knelt down in front of me. She held the bottle high above me and poured a long string of it out, landing on the tip of my cock.

I winced, as the cold, thick lubricant covered the head of my hot throbbing member. She wrapped a hand around the base of my cock and started stroking, nice and slow, making sure to work the lube all over my erection. Then, she pulled away just for a moment to sit the bottle down on the coffee table before quickly returning.

“I want your cock in me… now!” she exclaimed.

I moved over some and laid out straight across the couch. Lauren climbed on top of me and positioned her ass right above my dick, before lowering herself carefully down onto me. I moaned feeling her opening spread around the head of my shaft and then as I slid into her, she sighed.

She was tight, it had been a while since I last fucked her. Lately, it had mostly been me on the receiving end… so this was a much-needed break from our typical routine.

“You’re so tight,” I moaned.

“Mm… I know… and you’re so fucking hard.”

I grabbed hold of her hips and started immediately thrusting up into her. She bounced up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing along with her and her cock flopping against my stomach each time she came down onto me. I stopped thrusting briefly and she leaned in and kissed me on the lips sliding her tongue into my mouth.

As we kissed she started grinding against me, she was now starting take control, pushing her ass down on my throbbing meat and grinding hard.

“Oh fuck,” I whispered. “Keep that up… and I’m going to cum,”

“Oh really? Better slow down then. Wouldn’t want this to end too soon.”

We continued kissing for a few moments, with my thrusting and her grinding now coming to a momentary stop. After about a minute though, I resumed control over the situation once more, this time grabbing her and flipping her over onto her back.

She yelped as I moved her, and then started to giggle once I was on top of her. With us in missionary now, my cock was pushing much deeper into her ass, and we could both feel it a lot better than before.

I started thrusting, her legs wrapped around my waist as I fucked her hard. Her nails dug into my back, and she kissed me on the neck, sinking her teeth into my skin but not hard enough to cause me any pain. She licked and sucked at my neck, leaving a hickey in the place of her lips, and then we were back to kissing again as I continued pounding her ass.

Our lips parted and she moaned, louder this time then before. I could feel her body starting to tremble underneath of me, and I knew what was beginning to happen… she was getting close to orgasm. I picked up the pace, thrusting harder and faster, trying to catch up with her. I wanted us to cum at the same time, as I always loved when that happened.

At this point, I was pounding her with long hard strokes, my hips meeting with her ass making the familiar sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Then finally, Lauren cried out in pleasure, digging her nails again into my back and her orgasm overcame her. Her body shook beneath me, her cock jerked as it shot long streams of hot cum all over herself, some of it getting on me as well.

Each time her cock would spasm, her asshole would clamp down around my dick, milking the cum from my balls as I filled her with it.

When it was over, I collapsed on top of her and we both lay there, struggling to catch our breath. I could feel my dick beginning to shrivel up and it slipped out of her ass. Our bodies stuck together with a combination of sweat and her cum. I sat up finally, pulling her up onto my lap as she wrapped her arms around me, and I just held her.

I held her close to me, and almost did not want to let go of her.

“That was fucking hot,” she whispered.

“Agreed, and now I’m more tired than I was before.”

We both started laughing, and she still held on tight to me. My body aching slightly, I pushed myself up into a standing position while still holding her. She gave an ‘Eeek’ sound as she wrapped her legs around me and then started to laugh.

Lauren buried her face in the crook of my neck, as I carried her across the living room and into our sleeping area. I set her down on the bed and climbed in with her, pulling the blankets over us and wrapping my arms around her.

Chapter 3

If you love what you do…you’ll never work a day in your life…

The next morning Simon woke up and started to get ready for his first day at work. He had no idea what was in store for him. All he knew was that he was going to look his best and approach everything with an open mind.

He went into his closet trying to decide what he should wear. This had never been a problem in the past. But now his closet was filled with so many different clothes, so many options, it was a little daunting.

Gina stepped in and tried to help. “What’s the problem honey?”

“I have no idea what to wear,” he said puzzled.

“Well, let’s start with the basics and see where we go, ok? You are going to need some panties,” she said opening his lingerie drawer. “Let’s see…silk, satin, see-through?”

“Mmm, see-through sounds a little naughty,” Simon smiled.

“Are you feeling naughty?” she grinned.

“Mm, I think I am,” he said.

“How about these?” she said pulling out a pair of black lace panties. The lace was see-through without being totally transparent.

“Yes…yes I think those will do,” he said slipping them on.

“Now see…that wasn’t so difficult. Now we go with the matching bra and garter belt.” She pulled those out and handed them to Simon. He slipped those on too and stared at the rack of dressed, skirts and blouses that weren’t there the day before.

“Now what?” he said defeated.

“Don’t worry. We will figure it out honey,” Gina said understanding. He tried on a pants suit, but that was too boring. Then it was a simple dress, simple yet elegant. But he didn’t like that either. Then he stumbled onto the skirts. He picked a cute little black skirt that was terribly short. It appealed to his naughty inclination. Once the skirt was decided, the blouse was fairly easy. He went with a cream colored silk blouse with plunging neckline. He quickly decided that was a little too much, but Gina talked him into a cute little vest to go with it. He tried it on and was pleased. The vest helped take the edge off the plunging neckline while leaving it plunging. He liked that. Now it was on to shoes.

Was it heels, boots or sandals? He wasn’t really sure. Gina talked him into heels. The boots would have made him self conscious on the first day. The heels would make him feel sexy.

Simon couldn’t believe it took an entire hour to get ready, but it did. There were so many decisions to make. And then there was his hair and makeup, not to mention jewelry. But finally he felt put together and Gina agreed.

“Ok honey, here’s the address. Don’t worry, you’ll do just fine,” Gina encouraged. Simon gave her a quick peck on the lips. He didn’t want to mess up his lipstick. He walked out to the driveway and climbed into his four wheel drive SUV. He started it up and noticed how difficult it was working the clutch in heels. He checked himself out in the mirror thinking he might need to buy something a little more appropriate.

He drove to the address on the paper. He pulled in the driveway and stopped at the gate. There was a speaker box. He rolled down his window and told them who he was. They were expecting him. The gates swung open and he pulled down the winding driveway glancing at the huge mansion peeking out through the trees.

He pulled in front and was greeted by a burly man. He held the SUV door open for Simon as he tried to exist gracefully. It was harder than he thought. He was sure he gave that burly man more than a little to look at and was glad he decided on the black lace ensemble.

The man gently took his arm and walked him to the front doors of the mansion. He opened the door and Simon walked in the ornate hallway where he was greeted by a stunning blonde. She was wearing a long flowing dress that wasn’t quite formal, but certainly wasn’t casual. It featured a split going up one side all the way to her waist.

“Hello Simone,” she said eloquently. “We are so glad to see you. My name is Evelyn, but the girls just call me Mom. Welcome to your new home,” she said flashing a million dollar smile.

“Hello,” Simon returned. His first impulse was to correct her, his name was Simon, not Simone. But he decided that would be impolite. He would mention it a bit later when it might be more appropriate. “What a lovely place you have here.”

“Why thank you. But it’s not my place…it’s our place. Let me show you around,” she said taking his arm. They walked down the hallway. The first thing they came to was the lounge. It was a huge room with dark wood paneling, a piano and of course a full bar. There were several girls scattered about the room talking to each other.

“This is the lounge,” Mom said. “It’s a nice place to come and relax, have a drink. We usually don’t have too many men guests until later. It starts to pick up around happy hour.”

Men. That was an interesting thought. Simon hadn’t given that much thought. He was so used to being with Gina. The doctor and clerk along with the girls at the salon really didn’t strike him as men. bayrampaşa escort But he was relatively sure the men she was referring to would actually be men. That would take some getting used to.

They walked further down the hall to the next door. Mom opened it and allowed Simon to peek inside. “This is the girl’s spa. It has everything you could possibly want. We have tanning beds, massage tables, and full makeup. We have a hairstylist that comes every day. Drop by if you feel like experimenting or need a touch up. This is for the girls only. We have another one, a little bigger, for everyone else, guests included.”

They walked outside to the pool area. There were two girls lying on lounge chairs topless soaking up the sun. They were wearing bikini bottoms, but that was no match for what they were packing.

They walked back in and proceeded down another hallway. “These are the playrooms,” Mom said with a wave of the hand. “You may want to bring a guest to one of these. That would be perfectly ok. The bedrooms upstairs are the girl’s private bedrooms. We usually don’t take guests up there.”

They were joined by a sexy little brunette with long straight hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. She was wearing a sexy little tunic that crisscrossed in the front which clearly showed she was not wearing a bra. The tunic was so short Simon could see her panties peeking out in the front.

“Simone, I’d like you to meet Jackie,” Mom said. “She will be your helper today.”

“Hi Simone,” Jackie said with a sly grin. Simon held his hand out, but Jackie ignored it choosing instead to take a step forward and kissing Simon on the lips. And it wasn’t just any kiss. She drove her tongue into his mouth. He could feel her bulge pressed up against his. By the time she pulled away Simon had stars in his eyes.

“I thought you two would hit it off,” Mom smiled. “Ok, you two run along. I have things to attend to.”

Jackie took Simon’s hand and they walked down the hallway. “You are doing a scene with me today.”

“What’s a scene?” he asked innocently.

She squeezed his hand, “Don’t worry darling…you’ll love it.”

She opened the door to one of the bedrooms. The walls were painted pink and there were two red couches, one against each wall facing each other. The couches were vinyl which looked slightly out of place. Simon would have thought they would be velvet or something more inviting. There were full length mirrors about every three feet with paintings in between.

“Now just have a seat right over there and make yourself comfortable,” Jackie said closing the door behind them. She sat on the other couch and noticed Simon looked very nervous. “You look like you could use a drink,” she said and pushed a button. “Could we have two kamikaze’s please?”

Mom was sitting in her captions chair in the control room. One wall was filled with monitors. Simon and Jackie were on the middle one. “OK, let’s start the feed. Bring Hong Kong online.” One of her assistants started flipping switches. “We don’t want to miss all this innocence. They are only innocent once.”

“Hong Kong is up.”

“OK, now the Netherlands.”

A butler knocked softly on the door and Jackie opened it. He walked in and served them both and left.

“Here’s to you girlfriend,” Jackie said throwing her drink down. Simon followed suit. The burn felt good and settled his nerves. “Ok, that’s better…don’t you think?”

“Yes, thank you,” Simon said.

“I know you are new to all this, but don’t worry. I think you will enjoy everything we do,” she smiled. “Do you find me attractive?”

“Oh yes…your beautiful.”

“Good. I like you too. So let’s get started, ok? First off I want you to watch me and see what I do. Then I will sit down and give you a chance to try it. Ok?”

“Sounds easy enough,” Simon said.

Jackie got off the couch and stood before Simon. She gave him this wicked grin and eased the straps of her tunic off revealing her breasts. She pushed them up with her hands and ran her finger over her nipples making them very hard. “Do you like my breasts?”

“Oh yes…they’re lovely,” Simon said watching as she teased herself.

“This always makes my nipples so hard. Do you ever do this?”

“Yes, sometimes. I never really played with my nipples…before. But now I do all the time. It really feels good,” Simon said staring.

“Here baby…run your tongue over this,” Jackie said offering her breast. Simon leaned forward and ran his tongue over her nipple. “Yes…divine. Tell me sugar, are you getting hard?”

“Very.”

“Do you like having a big dick?” she asked feeding him the other breast.

“Mmm…love it.”

“Don’t we all,” she smiled. “Ok baby I want you to watch this. Soon it will be your turn, ok?” Jackie stood up straight and pulled her massive cock out of her panties. She was rock hard. Her cock was so big it still drooped at bit under its own weight. “Do you like my cock baby?”

Simon couldn’t take sefaköy escort his eyes off of it, “Yes, very much so.”

Jackie gyrated her hips making her cock flip flop around in front of Simon. It was obscene the way it was moving, but also terribly erotic and sexy. She played with her breasts as her cock spun around. Simon watched. He moved his hand down to his crotch to give his cock some room so it wouldn’t be so tight in his panties.

“Do you think you could do this?” Jackie said more aroused than before.

“Yeah…”

“How about this?” she asked grabbing her cock and pointing it at Simon’s lips. “Lick that for me baby.” Simon licked the head of her cock. “That’s nice. Roll your tongue all the way around. Do it real slow. It’s sexier that way.” Simon did as she asked feeling his own cock throb.

“Tell me you are getting this,” Mom said in the control room.

“Yep, every little detail,” her assistant said.

“Now baby…see how much you can get in your mouth. I want you to take as much cock as possible.” Jackie pushed her cock into Simon’s mouth. Simon opened his jaw as much as possible and Jackie pushed in another inch or two. “Good, how about a little more…” she said thrusting her hips forward.

At first Simon was worried about choking. But then he got used to it and actually pushed forward a little. He loved having his mouth filled with cock. There was nothing like having warm, leaking flesh against his tongue.

Jackie looked at one of the mirrors and smiled. She knew it was the prefect angle for the camera positioned behind it. “Ok baby…remember what I do…I want you to do everything I do,” she said. Simon mumbled “Mmm hmm,” as he slurped away on her cock.

Jackie let him suck for a good ten minutes before pulling free. “Mmm, you really like that cock, don’t you? Ok sugar, now it’s your turn,” she said taking her seat on the couch.

Simon got to his feet and stepped in front of her. He put his hands underneath his boobs and started playing with them while staring down at Jackie. She leaned back on her couch, spread her legs and toyed with her cock enjoying the show.

“Nice sugar. Loose the clothes.”

Simon removed his vest, blouse and bra and put them on his couch. Now bare-chested, he moved back in front of Jackie and teased his nipples.

“Look how hard those nipples are…” Jackie smiled. “Show me your dick baby. Do like I did.”

Simon smiled and reached inside his panties and freed his cock. It was hard and throbbing by that time. He gyrated his hips causing it to spin around lewdly. It felt even better than it looked.

“Yeah…that looks good baby. That is one big cock you got there,” Jackie said casually stroking hers.

Simon was getting off to displaying himself like that. It was intensely sexual and provocative. He pinched his nipples while watching Jackie stroke her massive dick.

“Ok baby…feed me that monster. Do it real slow, sexy like.” Simon stepped forward and rubbed the head of his cock across her lips. Then he pushed it past her lips and immediately felt her tongue.

“Mmmm…mmmmm,” Jackie hummed around his sensitive flesh. She caressed his balls with one hand as she began to slurp on his cock. “Tell me if you are about to cum. I don’t want you to do that just yet, ok?”

“Mmm,” Simon said watching his cock disappear between her lips. Jackie slurped on his cock in the most exaggerated way. She made it seem his cock was the only thing on the planet. She really knew how to make a show of it. Simon felt that feeling and pulled his cock away from her hungry lips. “I think I better stop for a minute.”

“That’s fine sugar. Just have a seat,” she said. Simon backed up and plopped down on the couch. “That is one fine tasting dick you got there baby. I just love to suck cock, don’t you?”

“You bet. You know I never tried it before…you know, before the…well, you know. But now that I have… I just love it.”

“Well don’t worry. You’ll make up for lost time around here. Everyone likes to have their cock sucked. And believe me, this place is filled with cocks!” she giggled. “How you doing baby? Settled down a little?”

“Yeah, I’m ok now.”

“Good. Tell me sugar, have you ever sucked your own cock?” Jackie asked.

Simon raised his eyebrows. He had never thought about that. Of course now his cock was big enough and right there. It would be so easy to do.

“Here…do this,” Jackie said taking her cock and rubbed it against her nipple.

“Oh wow!” Simon said.

“Nice, huh?” Jackie smiled. “Now baby…just put it in your mouth.” She lowered her head right onto the end of her cock. She didn’t have to go far. Simon watched as the first several inches went past her lips.

He pulled his cock up straight and leaned his head forward. For the very first time in his life, he felt his own dick right there between his lips. Not only did he get the thrill of feeling a cock between his lips, he felt the beautiful sensation of having a nice eyüp escort pair of lips closing around his cock! It was a revelation.

“Mmmm,” he moaned. It was so easy. He pushed down further taking two more inches. He peeked across the room and saw Jackie smiling at him.

“That’s it sugar. Isn’t that wonderful?” she smiled before taking her cock back between her lips. Simon watched as she really gave herself some serious head. He started doing the same thing. His libido was going crazy. “Now you can cum this time if you like. Don’t worry about making a mess. Someone will be in to clean it up.”

Simon was trying to listen, but he was carried away sucking his own cock. It seemed that everything he did felt better than the thing before. It was so easy. He had always loved his cock, especially since it got so big. But now, whew, nothing prepared him for this.

“Let’s get a close up of both of them,” Mom said. “Turn on all the camera’s when they cum. I want to see it from every angle.”

“Yes, of course,” her assistant said.

Simon was headed for outer space. Jackie’s moans filled the room. Simon realized this was a great way to learn how to suck cock now that he could feel what things felt like. He experimented a little with his tongue and found several little moves that were simply wonderful. He knew he would be spending lots of time sucking his own cock.

Jackie’s moans turned into a high pitched squeal followed by a guttural grunt. Her cock exploded like a roman candle. She started pissing cum straight up in the air. There was tons of it too. She worked both her hands up her thick shaft as her balls continued to contract and shake sending tons of cum up that dick.

Simon couldn’t take another second. His cock exploded too. He tried to take the first blast in his mouth, but it was just too much. He swallowed quickly, but pulled away shooting the rest of it into the air like Jackie.

“Now that’s what I like to see!” Mom said staring at the monitor. Two huge cocks blasting off at the same time covering everything in the room with nice, thick cum. She flipped from one monitor to the next checking every camera angle. Later she would loop it together later for her premium clients.

By the time it was over, both Simon and Jackie were literally covered in cum. It was dripping off their breasts, the couches, everything. Simon let loose of his cock and it just flopped over on his leg.

Jackie ran her finger over her eyes gathering cum and sticking it in her mouth. “See? I told you’d like it,” she giggled.

“That was awesome!” Simon said with a crooked grin. He loved sucking his own cock. It was the best of the best. He couldn’t wait to do it again.

“Ok baby…that’s it. You have done your first scene. Let’s go take a shower,” she said getting up and offering a hand to Simon. They walked down the hall as two guys entered the room with mops and towels to clean everything up.

The shower was a large grotto with several shower heads. There were three other girls in there when they walked in. “Ladies, let me introduce Simone,” Jackie said to everyone. “This is her first day and we just did her first scene together.” Simon’s eyes went from one cock to the next examining their length, the size of their balls. It was simply incredible. His was huge, but some of these girls had really big cocks and even bigger balls.

“As if we couldn’t tell,” one girl laughed noting their stained hair and bodies. “I remember my first scene. Come here Simone…let us take care of you,” she said holding her hand out.

Simon walked over to her and she put her hands on his shoulders and urged him down on his knees. She reached up and aimed the shower head at him. The water flowed on his head, hair and upper torso washing away the mess.

One of the other girls walked over and offered Simon her cock. He gladly took it between his lips and sucked. Another girl started washing him with a cloth as yet another girl switched out her cock for the first one.

Once he was nice and clean they walked him out to the locker room area. Everyone grabbed a big fluffy towel and helped dry him off. All the attention had his cock at full mast. The girls took turns sucking on it until Simon was on the verge of climax. Then one girl pointed his cock in the other direction while the two other girls pumped. Simon found himself spraying the locker room floor creating a small river.

“Don’t worry,” she said, “there will be someone in to clean that up.”

Jackie showed Simon the dressing room. This dressing room was more like a department store with racks of clothes lining the wall. She picked out a cute little red corset and a little black ruffle skirt for Simon to wear. She matched that up with black fishnet thigh high stockings and a red garter for one leg. “Damn girl…you look hot!” Jackie quite pleased.

From there they went to the lounge for a drink. Simon had a million questions for her. “So doing that scene was fun. Is that what we do everyday?”

“Yes, but not always that scene. Sometimes it’s other scenes. But yes, we always have great sex,” Jackie said taking a sip. “Usually later in the day we have men guests. That can be fun too. They are always so enthralled with a big dick. They can’t keep their hands off I’m telling you. And sometimes we travel to entertain someone. Now that is where the big money is. You get paid extra for that.”

A few Halloweens ago I decided to dress up as a woman and it turned out to be one of the greatest things I ever did. I came up with the idea a few weeks before the holiday and decided (as usual) to make sure and be as convincing as possible. With my girlfriends help I ordered a corset, high heels, a garter belt with thigh high stockings, a little black mini dress and a nice curly brown wig (I was going for a slightly loose/whorish look). When they arrived a few days later I felt a little apprehensive about actually going out in public wearing women’s clothing. My girlfriend helped me do a dry run and then with a little encouragement from her mouth managed to get rid of any doubts about it 😉

Finally the day arrived and she shoved me into the shower with a bottle of Nair with orders to cover my skin from chest to toes. Once it was rubbed in a bit it started to tingle and a quick 15 minutes later I watched all my body hair rinse away. Stepping out of the shower she gave me a careful check for stray hairs. Once out of the shower she had me shave my face twice (luckily it wasn’t too necessary since I have fairly light amounts of facial hair). Once that was done she patted me down with the towel and then applied some of her Victoria’s Secret body powder.

Once dry she helped me into a pair of panties and the garter belt. Next she had me slip the corset on. The corset which in addition to being quite expensive (like I said I like to commit fully to a costume) also was a dark purple satin color with a full bodice covering. Once it was tight I found myself admiring the women who wear these all the time, I could barely breath right in it. Stepping into the closet for a moment my girlfriend came out with a little gift for me. She was holding a pair of DD breast forms. She said she wanted to make sure I had the total package look. Loosening the top laces she applied a sticky patch to the forms and then slipped them into the cups that were built into the corset. Amazingly once the corset was re-laced it looked like my new breasts were natural. They felt warm and almost unnoticeable to me within minutes.

Next she had me slip on the mini dress and then put a towel over my shoulders to do my makeup. As I was bending down to pull the dress up I was amazed at how the breast forms moved and jiggled a little bit. It was like having real breasts and the sight of the jiggling through the corset cups made me a little bit hard. For the second time in women’s clothes my wonderful girlfriend helped get rid of the apprehension and also the erection building in my French cut panties. Once she’d taken care of that she told me to behave like a lady (while smiling a “wait till after that party” smile). Sitting down at the makeup table she had me close my eyes as she went to work. I felt her prodding and brushing at my face for what seemed like an hour before she had me open my eyes and then she added some touches to my eyes and my eyelashes. She turned me back towards the mirror and I gasped a little at what she had done. My normal slightly nerdy face looked completely transformed, where before had been the face of a average looking man had turned into a sultry, sexy vamp. She’d given me more feminine cheeks and managed to hide my eyebrows and draw in nicely curved brows. My eyes had a nice smoky shading highlighting my eyes and drawing out brightness I’d never noticed I had. She’d managed to put an element of fullness to my lips that made them as she put it “cocksucking lips” (if only she knew I’d find that out later). Frankly I was surprised at how well I looked. I wouldn’t say I was hot but I thought I looked fairly cute..even pretty.

Removing the towel she pulled my hair back and pinned it down with some bobby pins. Grabbing the wig from the closet she quickly pinned it into place and then styled it with a little bit of hair gel. Within a few minutes I looked even more feminine and even more like a sexy woman on the prowl. She then told me to go and put on my stockings and showed me how to fasten the garter belt. Giving me a final adjustment (tucking my cock down between my thighs) and then straightening up my skirt she had me stand in front of the mirror to see how I looked. I had to wave at myself a few times because I just didn’t feel completely sure I was looking at my own reflection. The corset gave me a nice hourglass shape (with the help of the breast forms) that was probably helped a bit also by my fairly girly thighs. The high heels and stockings made my ankles and calves seem longer and sleeker as well. I was feeling a bit shaky with how short my skirt was (3 or 4 inches above my knee) since it just barely covered the tops of my stockings. In fact when I bent down to adjust the strap on my heels the back of the stockings kept getting exposed. The soft curls of my wig curling down to midway on my back tickled a bit as I posed in front of the mirror looking at how everything fit me. I felt thrilled with how good this costume was going to look. Hopefully it went over as well as the previous year’s Chewbacca costume. It was definitely much less warm of a costume.

My girlfriend then handed çapa escort me a purse with a tube of lipstick, my cell phone and my wallet in it (although my license probably wouldn’t be too much use with my current look). I slowly walked down the stairs trying to get used to wearing high heels. My girlfriend kept laughing as I asked her how to make my ass stop swaying so much. Once I made it downstairs I sat on the couch to wait for her to get ready. Once she was ready (her costume was a simple playboy bunny costume) she came downstairs and we made ready to leave. Getting outside and into the car was a very shocking experience since it seemed like every neighbor with children was walking in front of our house. Happily though they know how serious I am about Halloween. Finally we were in the car and on our way to the party. The party this year was at a local bar famous for it’s hospitality during a party (of which it hosted many). About 5 minutes away from the bar my girlfriend’s cell phone started ringing. Her work needed her to come in (she’s a veterinarian and had a few borderline patients who were fading fast). I offered to have her just take me home but she insisted on dropping me off with the idea of joining back up with me shortly after she checked the two animals out.

Well we finally arrived at the front of the bar to see a short line leading into a very busy place. Getting out took a lot of strength and courage I didn’t know I had. Showing the doorman my invitation I gave my girlfriend a quick hug and kiss. With a last “be back soon and good luck at the contest” my girlfriend headed back to the car. I was alone and entering the dim smoky bar my heartbeat was at least 90 million beats per minute. I sashayed my way (I still hadn’t figured out a way to walk normally in heels) up to the contest registration and signed in.

Once registered, I headed to the bar and ordered a screwdriver. I lit a cigarette and slowly sipped the drink while checking out the other contestants. Quite a few good candidates other than me I thought as I finished the drink. Noticing how much less nervous I felt after that drink I ordered another. I giggled a bit when I thought this making me feel like I was trying to drink myself into a slightly easy and ditzy state. Right as I finished thinking this I felt a touch on my arm and turned to find a man dressed in surgical scrubs (with just the right touch of fake blood on the front) standing next to me. He complimented me on my costume and let me know that he had to get up fairly close to tell I wasn’t a real woman. I felt myself blush at that and took a rather large swallow of my drink before answering thank you. Noticing that my 2nd drink was fairly empty he offered to buy another one since he was so impressed with how good I looked. I halfheartedly declined stating that it wasn’t that unique of a costume and that he was just trying to get me drunk enough to take advantage of. We both laughed at the joke and then I said “who am I to turn down free drinks”!

He introduced himself as Mike and offered me a seat at his table. Looking around at how packed the place was and really feeling a bit unstable on those heels I said sure. I introduced myself as Gabby at which point Mike asked if it was short for Gabrielle or just meant that I talked a lot. I laughed and replied Gabrielle. Mike made a big show out of pulling out the chair for me. As I hung my purse on the back of the chair it fell. As I bent down to pick it up I felt my skirt slide up and then lost my balance. Luckily Mike was there and he managed to get an arm around my waist before I fell all the way down. As I stood up I felt his hand slide back and across my ass softly. I wasn’t sure why but I felt myself blush slightly and smile a little flirtatiously as I said thank you and adjusted my skirt again. Finally I managed to sit down and cross my legs (as my girlfriend had reminded me at the makeup table earlier). Lighting another cigarette I asked Mike if he entered the contest. He told me “no I just like to see how well executed the costumes other people are”. I told him how serious I was about costume contests and how I had won last year’s competition. He apparently had been there since he recalled the Chewbacca costume as well. We talked for awhile about some of last year’s contestants and who we thought had a chance that year. Noticing that my drink was empty I stood up to go to the bar and get another one. Standing quickly Mike offered to go and grab it for me since a lady shouldn’t be expected to do things when a gentleman is present. I smiled and blushed a little more. Frankly I felt a bit odd being treated so well and also a little bit nervous about enjoying it so much.

He came back shortly with a drink for each of us and proposed a toast to Halloween and dedication to good costuming. I took a nice healthy drink and noticed that I was a bit lightheaded. I figured it was the vodka and the tightness of the corset doing the trick and stood up to get a bit of air. Standing with me Mike took my arm and guided me out to the balcony. You ok he asked? zeytinburnu escort I told him I was lightheaded and he helped steady me as we stood looking out at all the people waiting to get in. After a few minutes and a bit more small talk I finished my drink and then went inside again. Mike followed and again pulled out my chair. I while flattered was a little bit unnerved by all of his attention. I asked if he thought I was a transvestite and looking for a boyfriend. He laughed and said “nope, just being a gentleman for the lady of the evening” and then explained he was just trying to help my character for the evening have more depth. This seemed to make sense to my slightly drunk self and so I smiled and said well then, why don’t you ask me to dance. He laughed at that and then went to grab another drink for us both. When he came back I tried to hand him money for the drinks but he declined saying a lady should never have to buy a drink. I felt myself blush more and smiled sexily and asked if he was trying to flatter me since I obviously wasn’t a lady. He winked and said I figured you were being a lady now and would show me the other side later. I snorted a bit when he said that but worryingly felt a slight stirring in my panties at the thought of “showing the other side”.

After a few more minutes of talking Mike stood up and asked me to dance. I laughed at him and told him he was crazy. Grabbing my hand he pulled me up and led me to the dance floor. I felt quite a bit more dizzy and shaky then I did earlier and so stumbled a bit as we got to the dance floor. We started dancing (well I just kind of swayed back and forth in the heels) and eventually the song ended and a slow song started. Mike put his arms around my waist and asked if that made me uncomfortable. I told him it was fine and helped make my costume/look more authentic. I stepped in close to him and put my hands around his waist as well. We kept dancing like that for a few until I felt his hands slide down until he was cupping my ass and squeezing it slightly. I looked up with a look of shock on my face and he winked at me then leaned down and spoke into my ear “don’t worry it’s just for effect, all 3 judges are looking this way right now”. I nodded and smiled then and tried to stay in character so I slid a little closer to him.

We kept dancing that way until the song ended and a faster swing tune started. Stepping back from him I started trying to sway my hips and move a bit on the high heels. He spun me around and started swaying with me. I was starting to forget that I was dancing with a man I was having so much fun. He spun me around a few more times and then I finally lost my balance (damn heels) and slipped back against him. I felt my ass bump into him and then I felt what could only be his cock fairly hard (and a bit bigger than mine by the feel of it) shoving into my skirt. I regained my footing and turned around with a pissed off look on my face. He turned beet red and apologized to me explaining that he was having trouble remembering that I wasn’t a real woman. I said fine but we’re done dancing for now. The instant I said the “for now” I felt a bit of confusion about what was going on in my head and what was going on between us.

Sitting down at the table and taking a drink I suddenly recalled that it had been quite awhile since my girlfriend had left. I opened the purse and saw I had missed a call from her. I called her back and asked if she was ok. She told me that she had an emergency surgery to do and probably wouldn’t be out of surgery until early tomorrow morning. She asked if I minded taking a cab home? I told her that would be fine, wished her luck with the surgery and then told her I loved her and would see her in the morning then hung up. Mike asked what was up and I filled him in on the details. He told me he’d happily give me a ride. I decided to tease him about his little bulge earlier so I put my hand on his knee and asked him “if he really thought I was that easy”. He blushed and then winked. I finished my drink and realized I had to pee. I stood up to go to the bathroom and told him where I was going. He said that sounded like a great idea and we both left to go to the bathroom. The one downside to this bar is that there is a single bathroom with a urinal and a toilet with no divider since it’s too small to fit a divider in. As I stood at the urinal Mike told me how odd it looked to see a beautiful woman standing to pee. I laughed and also thought to myself how good it felt to be seen as a beautiful woman. We both stumbled out to the table in a fairly tipsy fashion. As we left the bathroom a few of the people waiting smirked at what looked like a pair of bathroom lovers leaving and interlude behind.

Once back at the table we each smoked a cigarette and I then refreshed my lipstick the way my girlfriend showed me how. Mike asked if I was sure I never dressed as a woman before since I looked so natural doing that. Again I felt flattered to be doing things so right. I really felt I was a sure bet to win this year again. Just then merter escort one of my all time favorite songs came on and I stood up to go dance. I grabbed Mike’s hand and dragged him out to the dance floor. I really got into the song and was shaking and swirling for all I was worth. Again I forgot I was dancing with a man. When the next song came on it was a slow song and so we continued dancing. I felt Mike’s hands on my ass almost instantly and this time (to my surprise) I even enjoyed it. When his hands squeezed down again I smiled at him and groaned a little, which made him give me an odd yet not unhappy look. I guess having skipped dinner in order to get all of the preparation done wasn’t such a good idea since I’d had so many drinks. He slowly turned me around and I wrapped my arms around his neck as I felt his hands on my hips. We swayed and turned and eventually I felt his crotch right up against my ass again. This time I didn’t pull away but slowly slid my skirt back and forth against it wanting to see if I could be “woman enough to turn him on” (like I said a lot to drink but nothing to eat can be trouble). Sure enough within a few minutes I felt a large bulge pressing into my ass. When I didn’t pull away Mike slid a hand under my skirt and gently rubbed my hip where the stocking stopped. Turning around I gave him a quick look of what are we doing here? Both of us were a little shocked I think at our behavior.

Taking his hand I led him back to the table before anything else happened. As we sat there silently drinking we both kept trying to talk but couldn’t think of what to say. I finally told him that I’m not gay but I did get turned on out there and actually forgot for a few minutes that I wasn’t a woman. Mike told me he wasn’t gay either and had also forgotten I wasn’t a woman. He told me that for being a man I was one of the hottest women he’d ever danced with. When he said that he put his hand on my knee and it made me shiver a little. I realized all that dancing and drinking had made me have to pee again so I excused myself. Mike again stood to go with me and so off we went to the bathroom. We both got in there together again (no line at the moment) and I freshened up my lipstick again after peeing. As I turned to go out the door Mike grabbed me and wrapping his arms around me gave me a deep kiss. I jumped back a little but then returned the kiss and wrapped my arms around him as he pulled me hard against him. His hands squeezed my ass and I loved it. I had about 20 conflicting thoughts ranging from: am I gay? To why did he wait so long to do this? To why am I enjoying this? As we kissed I reached down and squeezed his fully erect cock and noticed that I had a bulge in my panties as well. We finally pushed away from each other and then both tried to apologize simultaneously which made us both laugh. I looked in the mirror and saw how badly my lipstick was smeared and did my best fixing it. He wiped off his face and then asked if I was ok with him having done that. I told him it was fine. Although it felt weird to do it also felt good.

We headed back out to the bar and sat down at the table to finish our drinks and then it would shortly be time for the contest to start. As we sat there I thought about how good it felt touching him as he squeezed my ass. Deciding that this was something I wanted more of I put my hand under the table and grabbed his thigh while leaning forward to ask if he wanted to go back to the bathroom. He smiled a little bit and said it would be great but that if he drank anymore he wouldn’t be able to drive me home. I said well then why don’t we just leave now. He asked if I was going to just give up on the contest and I said forget the contest.

He stood up pulled out my chair and once I grabbed my purse we were out the door. I stopped to let the people at the contest know I was withdrawing and met Mike outside at his car. He leaned me up against the side of the car and gave me another deep kiss. Unlocking the door he opened it and I got in. While he was moving around to his side I was trying to adjust the bulge in my panties. As he started the car he asked my place or yours? I didn’t know for sure what time my girlfriend would get home and didn’t want to explain why Mike was there so I said his place. As Mike drove I kept reaching over to stroke his hard cock through his pants. While I had never thought I’d want to touch someone else’s cock I found that I couldn’t stop now.

About 10 minutes later we were on our way up his front steps and by the time he had the door open and we were inside his hands had lifted my skirt up and he had his hands down the back of my panties as his tongue explored my mouth. I lifted his shirt and felt fairly toned abs and taut back muscles. I shuddered as I felt his fingertip slide between my ass cheeks. He then picked me up and carried me to the couch. We sat down and continued touching and kissing. I ran my hand down his stomach and then untied his scrubs and pulled his pants down until I could reach his underwear. Sliding my hand under the elastic I felt another man’s cock for the first time and also felt a very large amount of precum. I slid down to the floor on my knees and slowly kissed my way down his chest licking and nibbling on his nipples and then had him lift his ass so I could pull his pants and underwear down. Right as I was at eyelevel with his crotch I got my first look at his cock. It was about 7.5 inches long and fairly thick.

This is the eighth chapter of my first entry on this site, “Jenny Plays with the Big Girls”. I again, want to thank all of you for your kind words of support and desires for me to continue this effort.

Choking and gasping on what could only be described as burning sulphuric fumes, or rather the burning fires of Hell, I slowly opened my eyes only to see God waving his staff in my face.

Then, everything changed, and what could only have been the demonic face of Satan, looked down at me. Or at least it was how I’d always been told Satan would look like.

Oh God, it finally happened, I thought. All my sins had been found out and this was God’s retribution. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! Damn, why hadn’t I left the cosmic elements alone?

Why did I have to mess with God’s plan like I did – just to win a couple fuckin’ volleyball games? Damn it all, anyway! Oh shit, I was in no mood to face this crap now!

Slowly, I sank back into oblivion once again…

“Lori, Lori…”

I started to hear voices, distant, pleading voices. Voices familiar to me. Again though, that awful, burning smell. God! I was still in Hell, still choking on the stench of death, being forced to arise to face my demons. Oh fuck, I thought. What the hell…

Slowly, slowly, I once again opened my eyes and looked around. This time my friends were standing about me. Friends, I wondered? In Hell? What were they doing here?

“Lori,” I heard Cindi speak, gently.

Hmmm…Not the Cindi I knew so well, I wondered.

“Yo, bitch,” she said. “you OK?”

Now that’s the Cindi I remembered.

“Yeah,” I croaked out, haltingly. “What happened? Where am I?”

“You passed out on the court,” Denise said. “Don’t you remember? You’re in the clinic off the lifeguard’s stand.”

“Oh God,” I said, holding my aching head. “I remember now. Oh God, Mother! Where’s Mother?”

“Back here, dear,” came the reply, as I watched her step forward. “I was up front the first time you came to, and you said something about Satan, so I thought I should move back until you were more awake. Are you more awake now, Lori?”

“Oh shit, Mother,” I said with a groan. “I’m sorry, really I am. I was just so out of it. What are you doing here?”

“Well, Lori,” she answered. “I thought I’d surprise you by traveling these three thousand miles just to watch you and your volleyball team try to make it to the state championship finals like any true, loving mother would. But imagine my surprise when I got here and found that I had not just one daughter but two on your team to root for.”

“Oh God, Mother,” I groaned, my head still spinning from the heat of the day, the surprise of the visit, and the continued belief that this was God’s wrath come down to visit upon me. “I meant to tell you about this eventually.

“I…I really wish…,” I could say no more. There was no more to say.

“Lori,” My mother said with a shocked yet accusing gasp. “They told me you did this to your brother just to win some volleyball games?”

Just then from deep in the shadows from the opposite corner of the room, Jenny stepped forward. None of us girls had noticed she’d been here all this time.

“Girls,” she said, indicating the sisters of Lambda Lambda Psi, “Could you please leave us alone for a little while. We have some family matters we need to discuss. Thanks”

All the girls left, mumbling to each other, wondering what the resulting outcome of this encounter would be.

“Jimmy,” Mother said. “Please leave. I’ll talk with you once I finish speaking with your sister here.”

“If you please, Mother,” Jenny said. “I prefer Jenny now, and you are finished talking to Lori. All those accusations you have made against her are untrue and unfounded.”

“Jimmy,” she insisted. “You must be mad if you think for a minute I will refer to you as Jenny. And I know that none of this was your idea – why the thought of it is just preposterous!

“Jimmy, I insist you remove that ridiculous bathing suit and get out of that contraption you’re in, put on normal clothes for a boy like yourself and come back home with me. I’ll deal with your sister soon enough.”

“Do you really want to see me without my bathing suit on, Mother,” Jenny challenged. “OK then, have a look!”

At those words, she removed the two piece hot pink spandex thong she was wearing and stood before Mother in full, glorious splendor – tits, pussy, and all.

Mother went white with shock as she had been sure jenny had only been wearing falsies up top and been tucked in down below. I was sure she was about to faint herself at the sight, but she managed to sit down and get a grip on her emotions as Jenny went on:

“As I was saying, Mother,” she said. “I asked Lori to let me play on her team to replace Laurie, an injured player.

“To be more believable in appearance, I went out and purchased these items and with the help of the other girls, I chose to wear them of my own volition.

“Mother, I had tried hard, ataköy escort damned hard, to get on the men’s team, but they wouldn’t have me.

“But here, on the Battling Bitches, I’ve found a niche, a team who needs me, and, I make a difference here.

“And Mother, I like me the way I am now, because, for the first time in my life, other people like me the way I am. I’m not the short, geeky type of shrimp who gets bullied around on the playground or gets sand kicked in his face anymore.

I’m the cute, almost beautiful chick who everyone likes to hang with and be around, and Mother, I like that. For the first time in my life, I’m happy. Really happy. Can you understand that, Mother?”

For the first time in her life, I think my Mother realized just how painful it had been for Jimmy to live as a boy in a body small and delicate enough to almost be considered effeminate.

As his sister, I knew, of course, as he’d confided in me, and I’d also witnessed the many times he’d been picked on while growing up.

There was nothing I could do about it, though, as it was something he had to learn to handle himself, but life was cruel sometimes, and more cruel to some than to others. But now that Mother seemed to understand, maybe that would help now, I thought.

“Oh God, Jimmy,” She said, her eyes brimming with tears. “I never knew. I mean, I suspected…but I never realized it was that bad, that it was so hard on you.”

“Of course you didn’t, Mother,” Jenny said to her. “You think I wanted you to know? I may not have had the physique of a man, but you raised me to deal with any problems that came my way like a man, Mother, and face them on my own.

“I wasn’t about to have you worry about every cut and scratch I got from every bully who I came up against. If I had, you’d never have gotten a good night’s sleep, and I loved you too much to do that to you, Mother.”

“Oh Jimmy…” Mother started.

“Mother,” Jenny corrected once again.

“I’m sorry, dear,” She cried, tears still in her eyes. “OK, if that’s what you want. I mean, if your so sure it’s what you really, really want, then I’ll support your decision 100%.

“The things you’ve said to me today have made me so very proud of you, Jenny, and I’d love to have you as part of our family.”

Giving her a big hug and kiss, Jenny said, “Oh Mother, you’ve made me so happy. Now, let’s get the rest of the gang in here and tell them the good news. Then let’s go out and celebrate our win today – that is if you’re feeling up to it, Lori!”

“Hey, girl,” I said. “I’m feeling perkier by the minute. But Jenny, I think you should put your swim-suit back on if we’re going out, don’t you? At least until we get you something that’s a bit less revealing than that thong.

“Yeah,” Jenny said. “Actually, when you get a chance, I could use a good night out on the town just to shop. As you know, I have a terribly small wardrobe – been borrowing clothes from everybody!”

“Oh, that horrible,” Mother declared. “Lori, how could you let that happen?”

“Well shit, Mother,” I complained. “He, I mean she’s only been dressing for two days now. There hasn’t really been time, yet.”

Suddenly, the clinic room door opened and the teammates came rushing in, looking very concerned.

“Are you finished here,” Julie asked.

“We have some really interesting news,” Denise said. “News you just have to hear.”

“Well,” I answered. “I hope it’s important enough to barge in on us like this, but yes, we were just going to get you guys. We were planing to go out and party. Maybe go to our favorite pizza parlor. But hey, what’s going on?”

“We just heard some news about Helen…” Cindi started.

“Oh God,” I moaned. “That Benedict Arnold? Ugh, good riddance to bad rubbish, that’s what I say!”

“No, no,” Cindi continued. “We were wrong about her throwing the match. She’s down the hall here in this clinic. Turns out she has epilepsy, a mild form of it that apparently hit her at that point in the game when she missed those lobs.

“Seems the seizures are hard to recognize when they come on, but her old teammates, having seen her have the seizures before, recognized the symptoms and figured out that she was having a mild seizure at the time.

“That’s why they hit those three straight balls to her – knowing she’d probably miss them. “

“Oh God,” I said. “And I thought she was such a bitch at the time…thought she was purposely trying to make us lose. God, I feel like a heel. Is she all right, is she going to be OK?”

“Doc says she’ll be fine,” Denise answered. “Just wants her to rest while they check her blood level or some such thing, and he wants her to get plenty of fluids.

“That was a hot sun out there this afternoon – he just wants to make sure dehydration doesn’t set in on top of everything else.”

“Oh God, that’s good,” I said. “I sure don’t need any more bad karma coming my way on top of what might be on its way already.”

“That’s şirinevler escort for sure, bitch,” Cindi added with a giggle. “Speaking of bad karma, did you guys get everything all straightened out? No more eggshells around, are there?”

“Actually,” Mother replied. “Everything’s just fine now. Couldn’t be better, in fact. Jenny wants to stick around, and I have given her my blessing.”

Upon hearing such good news, all the girls cheered, jumping up and down like twelve year-olds at a slumber party.

“We do, however,” she continued. “Still have to talk over specifics, for example, how far does she wish to take this dressing up, does she want to go on female hormones, breast implants, and finally, surgery.

“And if that far, we’ll need to discuss psychotherapy, possibly even the need for therapy before we get to that point just to smooth out any bumps in the road that may come up down the line.”

“MOTHER!!!” Jenny shouted in embarrassment. “Is all this necessary?!”

“I know, I know,” she said. “And I don’t mean to push you into making a decision right away, because right now there is no immediate need to rush into this.

“I only mean to suggest that there are options out there to consider that perhaps no one has even suggested yet, and that soon we will have to discuss these options.

“I just want you to know of them so that you realize, since you have decided to stay as Jenny, that there are more options available to you other than pasted-on silicon gel tits and fake pussy’s.

“That’s the only reason I bring them up now. Don’t worry, the discussion about which of these you might like will be very private.”

“Jeez! Mothers,” Jenny muttered, walking out of the clinic.

“Yeah,” agreed Cindi with a laugh. “Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em!”

“You got that right, bitch,” I agreed.

As we were leaving, I remembered that we had the money to give the theater manager for the damage we had leveled up in his balcony last night.

Thinking this was also a good time for Mother and Jenny to take a break and get some personal space between each other, even if only for the few minutes it took to get to our destination, I took Cindi aside and gave her the money and whispered my plan to her:

“Cindi,” I said. “You and Jenny take my car and drive to the theater. I think it’s time she and Mother took a break from one another, anyway. Once there, give the money to the manager for our part in the balcony debacle.

“If you’re still of a mind, maybe you’ll be able to find the time to talk to Jenny about your wedding plans, if, as I said, you’re still of a mind.

“Whatever you decide, I think she’s ready to hear and listen to your ideas.”

“Thanks, Lori,” Cindi said. “You are the best. I’ll make sure the guy gets his money. But you talk to Jenny first, send her over to the car, OK? She might not understand me coming over and just dragging her away.”

“Yeah,” I answered. “Good idea. “I’ll explain everything to her and make sure she understands why she’s going with you, or at least most of the reason why she’s going with you.”

Sliding over to Jenny, who was walking along with Mother, I proposed my suggestion to her, actually through Mother.

“Mother,” I started. “I need Jenny to go with Cindi to take care of a situation that came up this morning. We wee going to deal with it after the game anyway, but as a group. Since you’re here, These two can handle it by themselves and then meet us at the pizza parlor when they finish up. Is that alright with you?”

“I suppose so, Lori,” she replied. “But how are we going to get back and forth then?”

“Well,” I said. “I just figured that the girls and I would go with you in your car to the parlor and let Cindi and Jenny take my car. When they get back we can go back to using our regular vehicles, OK?”

“Sure, Lori,” Mother answered. “That sounds fine, dear.”

“OK, thanks, Mother,” I said. “Come on, Jenny. Go on with Cindi.”

Jenny gave me a very curious, almost accusing look – if I could interpret it correctly, I’d almost say she was wanting to say, “What the hell are you getting me into?” – and I suppose I couldn’t really blame her after last night.

However, after her performance this afternoon, I felt that any trouble that might befall her this evening, Jenny would be able to handle herself in the clutches. Still, I felt I should tell her something of why she was going.

“Jenny,” I started. “I need to bring the money back to the manager of the movie theater. Remember, we were all going there after the game? But we can’t now, because of Mother’s visit.

“I don’t want her to know, at least not yet, of our little escapades last night. And Hell, sis! As much as I love Cindi, I don’t exactly trust her to be responsible enough to carry this task out without stopping at a bar first or doing something crazy and end up losing the money.

I’m counting on you bahçeşehir escort to help keep her mind on the goal on hand, OK girl?”

“Sure, Lori,” Jenny answered. “I understand. I didn’t at first, but it’s clearer to me now. And don’t worry, I’ll make sure she gets the money delivered safe and sound!”

“Thanks, Jenny,” I said. “Now, get going. And don’t forget to meet us back at the pizza parlor when you finish.”

“Got it,” she answered, as she rushed off to join Cindi who was waiting by my car, holding the passenger side car door open for her.

As Jenny was about to step into the car, Cindi pulled her into a gentle embrace and kissed her sweetly on the lips. Jenny pulled away with a curious look in her eyes while Cindi just winked and walked around to the driver’s side, saying:

“Hurry up and get in. The faster we get this done, the sooner we can get back to the pizza parlor.”

“What was that for,” Jenny asked, slowly regaining her composure.

“What, that kiss back there,” Cindi asked in return. “That was a ‘nice to have you around for awhile’ greeting, and a congratulations on a job well done on your performance at the game today. You were really great, girl!”

“Oh, well thanks, Cindi,” Jenny said. “I had already planned to stick around anyway, and as for the game, it was great fun. I had a great time out there.”

“You know,” Cindi remarked. “Those things your Mother was saying, about alternatives, about options. She’s right, you know. I mean, getting breast implants, in addition to going on female hormones, would be a great improvement over wearing those silicone breast forms…”

“CINDI,” Jenny shouted. “Damn it all, anyway! Not you too! God, I can’t get away from it!”

“I’m only saying, Jenny,” she explained. “That what you have looks nice cosmetically. But hell, there’s no feeling there, see what I mean?”

As she was explaining herself, Cindi pulled the car over to a stop, leaned over and pulled Jenny into her arms. Almost rudely she began to rub and mold her tits while she whispered loving words and endearments in her ears.

“See there,” Cindi asked her. “Can you feel that? You can’t, right? I bet you felt more last night when those boys were feeling you up in the movie theater, didn’t you? I saw them squeezing and pulling on your nipples like they did – man, you were really freaking out when they did that.

“Here, go ahead and feel mine. Feel the difference? Feel the way real human flesh feels? Yours could feel just like this if you wanted it to. And your bosom and nipples would react just like mine do if you either got implants or went on hormones or did both.”

“Oh Cindi,” Jenny moaned, as she slowly ran her fingers over Cindi’s bare tit-flesh beneath the top of her bikini. “God, to have real tits. To feel like this – to feel pleasured like this…it must be awesome!”

“It is, Jenny,” Cindi cooed. “It really is. And I’d also suggest getting rid of that fake pussy. Not that I’m endorsing going all the way and getting the surgery, but again, wearing the pasted-on pussy is nice, cosmetically speaking, but it limits your functional activities.

“Again, there’s no feeling down there, and, remember all those times you jerked-off last night? How many times have you been able to pleasure yourself since we put that on you last night? None!

“So, whatever path you finally choose to travel, at least make it natural, one where you can receive some pleasure from it, and not just consider the cosmetic beauty. That’s all I have to say on the matter.”

“Thanks, Cindi,” Jenny said. “What you’ve said here has helped me a lot. I mean it’s still kind of embarrassing to talk about, but its helped me to be able to talk to someone my age first to get an idea of the nature of things before I finally sit down and talk things over with Mother.”

“I’m glad I helped, Jenny,” Cindi said. “But you know, that’s something else your Mother said that was not a bad idea either, and that was to start seeing a therapist about this whole gender dysfunction issue.”

“Cindi,” Jenny groaned. “I am not having any problems with my gender issues!”

“Yeah, right,” Cindi said. “Look girl. Pretend your right, and there are no problems. You will still be needing someone you can go to who is not your Mother, or your sister, or any of your new sorority sisters.

“You’ll need someone with whom you can share your most intimate thoughts and worries, someone you know will not turn around and betray your trust or judge you based on those thoughts or worries. Someone who will always be there to listen to any problems that may crop up.

“Usually, for a girl, that person is her Mother, but I’ve already seen how uncomfortable you are speaking to her about your newly discovered feminine issues. That’s OK, even normal, for a person like you.

“Most girls spend a lifetime getting used to becoming comfortable speaking with their mothers, and if you were still Jimmy, I’m sure your life with her would have been as normal and smooth-sailing as ever.

“Having become Jenny now, your entire relationship with her has turned upside-down, and you need to relearn how to get along with her as a girl would, as Jenny would, and that’s not something easily done in a day, missy.

“Right now, the kind of person who can help you make that transition doesn’t exist in your life.

When I wake up, I am back in my room. I am lying down again, and the sheet is once more draped around me. I am bound, gagged and disoriented.

The rhythmic whoosh whoosh of the machine is back and it’s hypnotic recurrence makes me sleepy, causing me to doze off and wake up every few minutes. Or maybe it’s hours. It’s impossible for me to say at this point.

As the minutes and hours pass, I find myself less groggy. I want to scream, but my mouth is full of ball, so I know it’s useless. Looking around, I take stock of the room. There is a dresser to my right, the same color and shape as the one in the light pink room. On top of the dresser is a photograph which I can’t make out. The television in the ceiling is still playing. Image after image flashes by, but I am still too groggy and disoriented to make heads or tails of anything I see. I find that if a close my eyes, then open and close them really fast, I can see just one image for a moment. I do this several times, and each time the image is different. It’s always girls or women, but never in lewd situations. Always clothed and doing normal, everyday stuff.

To my left are a chair and a stool. There are no windows, no pictures on the wall, and the room smells clean, of disinfectant.

I hear the door open, and the click of heels on the tile floor. Dr. Landau again.

“Good morning, Katie,” she says.

As soon as she calls me Katie, the events of the previous day flood back into my mind. The hair brushing, my attempt to speak, my smokey voice, the giant man with the huge penis fucking that woman in my room, and his cock – his magnificent cock – on my lips. As I ponder that adjective, “magnificent”, I suddenly remember the mirror. The woman in the plaid skirt and t-shirt walking towards me, as she adjusted her skirt, mirror in hand. Her smirk as she stood above me, and the big smile when she turned that mirror.

I passed out as soon as the mirror reflected my image. I’d like to think it was a trick of the mind, but now my memory is crystal clear; I can’t shake the image.

When she turned the mirror, a rather attractive young woman stared back. Of course, all I could see was the head – my body was covered by a sheet – but I knew even then. This wasn’t some trick of the light. It wasn’t make-up and a wig. The brush going through my hair wasn’t brushing a wig – the brush brushed my scalp and my hair. The eyes that stared back at me where mine. The face, belonged to a young girl. No more than 22 or 23 years old. Half my age.

I looked at Dr. Landau as the realization came upon me. The feeling on my chest, the tight wrapping, the heat emanating from my groin, none of it had ever felt like that before. None of the parts that I was feeling were mine. Yet there was no mistaking what I felt. Pressure on my chest. A lack of something vital below the waist.

Dr. Landau simply stared at me, as I struggled with the realization of what I was facing. She had a wry smile on her face and seemed to be doing more than just observing me. As my face contorted, the memories causing me pain and worry and more pain, she scribbled on her clip-board, noting my reactions.

“Katie,” she continued as she finished writing on the clip-board, “Today is going to be a very busy day. for you, dear. I am sure you have a million questions, but again I must ask you to be quiet but you will allow me to explain at my own pace. I also have to examine you physically, so we will be removing you from the machine again, and I will be examining güngören escort you from head to toe.”

Dr. Landau moved around me, pressed some buttons on the machine that I now realized actually contained my body, and the whoosh whoosh stopped. The machine opened up, like a suntan bed, or a coffin. I attempted to lift my hands, but they were still bound.

Dr. Landau continued pressing buttons on the machine, and then removed the gag from my mouth.

“I am removing the mouth restraint, but you are still not to talk,” she said.

As if to punctuate that order, the huge man from the previous day opened the door, walked in and stood next to me. He was dressed the same as the other day, making me think that maybe my days were confused. Belts across his chest. A crotchless thong, and a cock ring around his enormous cock and balls. I could not take my eyes off of his cock. It’s veins pulsing, as he stood arms crossed across his chest. I looked at him and I could see him staring into my eyes, a smirk on his face.

Reaching down, he grabbed his cock at its base, and gave stroked it once, producing a large drop of pre-cum. Dr. Landau was turned so she did not see, or perhaps did not care that it was happening. The mountain of a man walked to me and smeared the pre-cum dollop directly across my lips.

Again, my groin was instantly on fire. I licked my lips involuntarily and tasted his pre-cum. It was sweet and a little bitter at the same time. I could feel a strange warmth between my legs. I felt excited, dirty, hot, and confused. I knew I was turned on, but I also knew that every nerve in my body should be repulsed by this act. I was not gay. I played pretend on-line, sure, but it was all fantasy. Yet here I was getting hard… no wait… not getting hard… getting hot. And suddenly, panic set in.

Dr. Landau saw the panicked look on my face and came to me.

“I think it’s time now,” she began. “Katie” she said as she stroked my head and hair, “the first thing you need to wrap that pretty little brain around, is that you are not who you think you are. Not anymore” She moved to the dresser, picked up the framed photograph and moved back to my side. She placed the photograph in front of my face.

“The man you see in this picture died in a tragic boating accident. Unfortunately, his body has not been recovered,” she continued. “The family mourned, but now they have moved on with their lives. Your past self is no more.”

I was dumbfounded. I was staring at a picture of me and my family, taken a month before the van pulled up in the parking lot. We were on a beach, the kids wet from the ocean, my wife looking at me with a look of annoyance, or disdain… and me, standing 6’2″, bronzed from the sun, looking happy and smug.

I remember that day, and that picture, as it were yesterday. We went to the beach with some friends and their kids. Minutes before the picture had been taken, we had returned from a trip to the public toilets, where I had “convinced” my wife to give me a quick blow job before going back. Perhaps convinced wasn’t the best word for it… where I forced her to suck me off, may be a better way of putting it. At first, she said no. Several times. But I insisted, despite her insistence that she didn’t want to “suck your sand-covered cock.”

In the end, my persistence paid off – it didn’t hurt that I was much stronger and bigger than she was. I followed her into the ladies room and güneşli escort when she sat down on the toilet topee, I walked in, dropped my pants and forced my cock in her mouth. She tried to resist, to push away, but then realized I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. I let her suck me for a minute, before that feeling started to bubble up in my balls. And then, not caring about what I was doing to whom, I fucked her throat until I came hard.

“Fuck,” she said as I finally allowed her to pull off my cock. She spit out whatever cum she hadn’t been forced to swallow. “Yuck,” she said. “I really wasn’t in the mood to swallow. Thanks a lot!”

I smirked, kissed her gently and said “No, thank YOU”.

“Fuck you.” she replied. “You think that was funny? I didn’t want to suck your cock and you made me,” she continued. She dabbed her pussy with a couple of sheets of toilet paper, pulled up her bikini bottoms and roughly scooted past me. As she washed her face I couldn’t help but to admire her cleavage. She was petite, but had huge boobs. Her bikini tightly hugged her butt, slightly indenting in the crease. She picked at it, and I started to get hard again. I couldn’t help myself. As she rinsed her mouth out, I walked up to her from behind, hugged her tight, squeezed her tits and said “Oh, I’m sorry baby. Please forgive me. Don’t be mad”. I pushed my hardening dick into the small of her back.

“Mad?” She replied. “You practically raped my mouth!” She was angry, and my hands fondling her tits while I humped her back, put her over the edge. She pushed me away and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me to adjust my fly, wash my face and blow a kiss to the hot guy in the mirror. As she called me an “asshole” all I could think was “life is good.”

Dr. Landau was still speaking, but I had missed most of what she said. I was still back on that beach, but snapped out of it when I felt hands behind my back, gently raising me to a sitting position. When I sat up, I became dizzy again. My feet, which I could now see, looked small, and dainty. I was still covered by a sheet, so I could only see my feet and ankles.

“We are going to undress you now.” Dr. Landau said, and I couldn’t help but think there was a hint of amusement in her voice. She, too, was beautiful. Her hair was tightly wrapped in a bun, and she wore ruby red lipstick, a lab coat, a black pencil skirt and high heels over stockinged feet. Her hands were manicured with matching ruby-red polish.

The man-mountain stepped up to me and brought me to my feet. As I stood, a full-length mirror lowered from the ceiling, until it stood directly opposite me. I knew what I was looking at but still I was having trouble wrapping my mind around it. There I stood. I raised a hand, and the image waved back. I scratched my head and the reflection scratched hers. I turned my head one way, then the other, and she mirrored my movements.

I touched my lips, my face, my eyes. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I stood no more than 5’4″ or so. My hair was long, and chestnut brown. My face was that of a young woman. I could still see some of my old self in that face, and the woman staring back at me in the mirror reminded me of my cousin Lori, back home. The resemblance was there. The eyes. The eyebrows, especially. I could not see my body yet, as the sheet was draped, but that too soon changed. The man unwrapped my body from the sheet, but I was still wrapped in gauze, from the neck down. esenler escort Over the course of the next hour, the man and Dr. Landau slowly and carefully removed every last piece of gauze, taking time to pinch or squeeze me in various places, scratch out some notes on the clip-board and then turning back to the task at hand.

The woman staring back at me in the mirror was now nude. She stood at attention, hands at her side, eyes fixated on me. And mine on her.

I touched my new breasts with my hands. They were big and felt heavy. I’ve seen hundreds of breasts in my life-time, but I couldn’t tell you how big these were. If I had to guess, maybe a double D. Maybe an E. Hard to tell since I didn’t know how tall I was,or how much I weighed. My breasts stood out, at attention, as young breasts often do, despite their large size. My areolas were medium size, the size of silver dollars, and my nipples jutted out hard, like pencil erasers. I pinched my right nipple simply to feel, and a not-so-unpleasant electric shock went from my nipple directly to my pussy.

My hand moved to my tummy, flat, firm, yet soft. My hips had obviously widened. The thought child baring hips popped into my mind. I had a perfect hourglass figure. The mound between my legs was shaved, but for a small landing strip above my slit, the only evidence that the woman in the mirror was post-pubescent.

I reached down and felt my pussy for the first time. It was warm to the touch, and wet. I wasn’t feeling particularly turned on, but I couldn’t help but touch myself. With Dr. Landau and the mountain looking on, I squatted a little, and used my fingers to spread my pussy lips. I looked at the vulva, the labia. I spread my lips and looked for my clit. When I touched it for the first time, I was amazed. Just a slight touch felt like pre-orgasm as a guy. I could feel myself getting wetter as I looked at the pink pussy in the mirror. I had an urge to touch myself more, but Dr. Landau finally spoke up.

“OK, that’s enough for that now. Please put your hands down, sit in the chair, cross your legs and listen. Because I am not going to repeat myself. Welcome to your new life.” She said.

I looked at her and despite being afraid of what would happen, I decided t speak.

“Why” was all that the terrified little girl who spoke was able to say, before the mountain slapped her hard in her face.

“Shut the fuck up, cunt,” he growled. “You listen to the doctor and keep your whore mouth shut, or I will put something in there that will guarantee your fucking silence, got it?” As he asked this question he moved close to me, holding his turgid cock in his right hand. I could smell his bad breath, and see rot in his teeth.

His huge, muscular body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and I could smell sex on his skin. I glanced down to see his huge member becoming more erect. He saw me notice, and chortled.

“Yeah, I know you want this cock. I can see you drooling at the thought of this tool in your tight cunt” he continued. I stared back in his eyes, terrified of the man, and what he could do to me if he only wanted to. I knew that if he wanted to he could do whatever he wanted, and no one could stop him. I was feeling true fear for the first time in my life.

Suddenly, I heard a loud buzzing sound and the man started to shake, and to foam at the mouth.

“Enough” said Dr. Landau, sternly. The man stepped back and I realized that I had just witnessed the doctor control the mountain, using an electric dog collar. He stepped back meekly and gruffly mumbled “sorry”.

Dr. Landau stepped up to me. I sat naked, shivering, legs crossed and arms crossed across my new tits, barely covering the nipples, let alone the big boobs I was trying to hide.

“Why, indeed?” she said to me. “Funny you should ask…”

To be continued.

I have a lot of male friends. Of course that’s not too unusual for a girl like me. If you’re a regular reader of my stories you know I’m a transvestite. And any good looking transvestite has her pick of men. Some of them are simply friends and some are lovers and some are a combination of the two.

There’s this one guy named Jeff that I have a real thing for. He’s 24 (ok so I like younger guys__I’m a ripe old 29). He’s about 5’9″ and maybe 150 or so. Pretty brown hair and green gray eyes. He has lovely skin____really smooth and tans great. He’s not buff but has a nice build. I mean he looks good. We met at a club a few months ago when he thought I was a “real” girl. I let him know all about me by letting his hand go under my skirt and touch my big fat 7 inch clit. He wasn’t interested but we ended up talking for awhile. I gave him my number and over a little time we became friends. When I become friends with a guy they always end up telling me about their sex life and Jeff was no exception.

After awhile he confided that he had always looked at guys when he was in school particularly in the showers at gym class. He said he wasn’t really interested in guys but was fascinated by their cocks. He and some buddy used to jack off together and he said he couldn’t take his eyes off the other guy’s cock when he came and that he always wanted to touch the cum____maybe even taste it.

One afternoon we were at my place drinking a few margueritas and smoking some dope while we tried to play video games. I decided I wanted to fuck him and made a point of seducing him. I was dressed real casual in shorts and a white blouse with nothing under either of them. I shifted around on the couch and surreptitiously adjusted my cock clit so that the head was kind of peeking out the bottom of my shorts. I caught him looking at it a few times and that got me kind of hot and I started to grow until the whole head was sticking out. I made believe that I had just noticed it the next time I saw him looking.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry Jeff. Damn thing keeps poking out.” I said as I tucked it back in. He was looking at my hand and my cock as I more or less fixed myself.

“That’s OK Marlene. It isn’t like I haven’t seen one before.” He said.

I figured that was as good a cue as any so I stood up, unbuttoned and unzipped the shorts and let them fall to the floor. I took my semi hard cock clit in my hand and pointed it at him. “But I bet you haven’t seen one as pretty as this.” He was staring at the reddish head of my cock while my hand slowly stroked the shaft. “Isn’t it pretty Jeff? Look at how fat the head is.” I said as I moved closer to him and pulled up on it so he could see the bottom of the head and shaft. “I’ve had guys look at this and tell me it’s the most suckable cock they’ve ever seen. What do you think Jeff? Is it really all that suckable?”

He licked his lips and stared with his mouth partly open. He didn’t say a word as I moved close enough to him so that the tip of it was inches from his lips. “Stick your tongue out Jeff. Lick it. You know you want to. Just lick it a little bit. See how much you love it.” He stuck his tongue out and touched the tip and moaned as he did it. “Oh yeah baby. Isn’t that nice?. Now put it in your mouth and suck on just the head.” He did it and without my telling him he started swirling his küçükçekmece escort tongue around the head and sucking on it while he softly moaned in his throat. “Oh yeah Jeff. You’re a natural at this baby.” I held his head and started pushing in and out of his mouth letting him get used to the idea of a cock fucking his face. He put his hands around me and had my ass in his hands as he pulled me closer to him. He really was a good cocksucker. I let him do me for a couple of minutes and then pushed him away. I got on my knees and undid his pants and saw his cock for the first time. It was a lot bigger than I had expected on a guy his size. It was an easy 7 ½ inches and thick. He didn’t have a lot of hair on his balls or over his dick. I looked up at him and said “You’re pretty good for a first timer sweetie. Let me show you how it’s really done though. I let my head fall onto his cock and let it go all the way into my throat. His slight pubic hair was in my nose as I swallowed the head of his cock and let my throat massage it. I kept it there for a couple of minutes swallowing him while my fingernails trailed over his balls. He groaned as I ate him. My head started bobbing up and down on him as I squeezed his jewels. I lifted his hips and slid his pants and underwear down to his ankles as I sucked his balls and then let my tongue go to his ass. I had his ass off the front of the couch and was sucking his hole, his balls and his cock making him cry out several times. I was blowing him and jerking myself at the same time. I put one then two fingers up inside of him and fingered his asshole like it was a cunt.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and told him I wanted to fuck. “Wanna stick that inside of me Jeff? Wanna fuck me?”

“Oh fuck yes!” He said as I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom. He almost broke his neck getting out of his pants on the way. I laid on my back on the bed and spread my legs for him. I reached up and grabbed my ankles and spread myself as wide as I could so he could see my asspussy and my cock and balls.

“Come on baby. Stick it in me. Fuck me.” I said breathlessly. He stuck the head of his cock into my wide open cunt and let it sink in to the hilt. He felt so fucking good. I wrapped my legs around him and we started fucking. He was so hot he was pounding into me while he stared at my eyes. My cock clit was against my belly and it was leaking pre cum onto me. I was jerking myself off as he fucked me. “Take it out and rub em both together.” He pulled out and we were fucking eachother’s cocks like they were stick cunts. In no time we both shot off while we were kissing. We did it twice more that afternoon with each of us cumming in the other’s mouth.

After that we fucked constantly. He was hooked on my cock clit and my ass. He loved my little tits and would suck and bite my nipples til I cried out. A few weeks ago we were at a club together and we met a hot guy and brought him home. He fucked us both and we fucked him. Jeff sucked him off and held his cum in his mouth so we could kiss and share it. I had him hooked on stick pussy.

A friend of mine has a big house out in east county. He has sex parties every weekend. Guys and girls, girls and girls, guys and guys and everything in between. I suggested to Jeff that we should halkalı escort go together and see what happens there. He tried to act put off by the idea but I could tell that he was all for it. So I cajoled and begged and finally got him to say yes as I sucked his cock.

That Saturday night we went and from the time we opened the door Jeff was like a kid in a candy store. His eyes were everywhere. We had a couple of drinks and before I knew it he was sucking tongue with a girl while her girlfriend played with his ass. The one he was kissing had her hands all over his big cock and he was getting hot. “Play all you want lover but don’t you dare give that cum to anyone but me.” I whispered to him. “I have plans for you and they’re plans you’ll love.”

He played a few minutes more and then broke away.

“What kind of plans Marlene?” He asked as we walked downstairs to the basement.

“You’ll see baby. Fun plans.” I said as we entered a large room with ten or so people in it. Most were guys. There was another transvestite and a genetic girl too. The guys were in various stages of sex. Some doing 69. A couple of guys were on their knees sucking away while another couple were busy fucking like crazy. Jeff took it all in as I asked him “How’d you like to have em all? How’d you like to do everyone in the room. You just be the suck and fuck slut you always wanted to be.” He looked at me kind of blankly. “You know you’ll love it baby. And I’ll love seeing you be a real cunt” He nodded and I led him to the center of the room where there was a coffee table. I got Jeff on his hands and knees on it and turned to the room. “Hey! My baby here wants to fuck you all. And he’s a great little cocksucker and loves to have cum shots blow all over his face. So who’s interested in some fresh young meat?”

Everyone kind of stopped what they were doing and moved over to Jeff. A big guy with a big cock got in front of him and stuck his meat into Jeff’s waiting mouth pussy. I picked up a tube of KY and smeared it all over Jeff’s ass pussy, balls and cock. The genetic girl stuck her fingers into his ass and before I knew it she had most of her hand up inside of him. I was jerking his cock while she finger/fisted him. Another guy pushed her away and stuck the head of his long slender cock into Jeff’s cunt. He was plugged from both ends and was moaning and trying to suck the big cock in his mouth while his pussy was getting a nice fucking. I was on my knees fluffing other guys. Sucking their cocks hard so they’d be ready to fuck Jeff when his current lovers were finished. All of a sudden the guy in his mouth pulled out and gave his big dick a couple of jerks and shot ropes of hot cum allover Jeff’s face. He was sputtering as the guy stuck his cock back into his mouth and gave it a couple of rough fucks before pulling out and moving away, Another cock took his place immediately. I had sucked the guy to a point where he was close to cumming. He lasted only a minute or two before he grabbed Jeff’s head and shoved his cock into the mouth cunt as far as he could. Jeff was gagging and choking as the guy shot off in his mouth. His cum leaked out of the corners of Jeff’s mouth. Just then the guy in his ass cried out and gave a big shove into Jeff’s ass. He came and held himself there for a few avcılar escort seconds before pulling out. Jeff shuddered as his ass muscles gripped empty space looking for something to squeeze. Another guy got behind him. It was a black guy with this really big fat cock. He shoved it into Jeff’s cum lubed ass and started pounding away. Another guy was in his mouth fucking his face.

I was so fucking hot watching this. The other trans came over and kneeled next to me. She was kind of cute. Not totally passable but in my state she was Marilyn. We started kissing and she was groping my cock clit while I was watching Jeff get it from both ends. She started in on my cock and was doing a credible job slurping and sucking. People started coming in and watching the action: men and women both. I motioned a guy over and started sucking his semi hard dick. I was doing a fluff job on him__getting him hard so that when the guys currently fucking Jeff’s mouth and ass were done this guy could take one of their places. With my mouth on his cock he was hard really fast. The black guy pulled out of Jeff’s pussy and shot ropes of cum all over his ass and back. There was so much that people actually applauded. I pushed the guy I was doing away and told him to stick it into Jeff’s ass. My little TV honey was sucking my balls and taint (that’s that area between my balls and asspussy) and working her way to my asscunt while I took on another guy____just in the spirit of getting him ready for Jeff.

All of a sudden the guy fucking Jeff’s mouth gave a shout and it was obvious he was cumming in his mouth. It must have been a whopper because there was hot white cum drooling out the corners of his mouth. My now very fluffed guy took his place and started ravaging my occasional lover’s mouth. This slender redheaded girl (I’d say somewhere around 30) was sprawled in a chair watching and pistoning her pussy with a big thick zucchini. Her mouth was half open and her hands were jamming the big green dick in and out of her. I could see her pussy juices flowing around the monster. She looked over at me and I smiled at her and motioned for her to come over. She left the big vegetable cock in her cunt and staggered over to me. I pulled her down and kissed her and told her to suck off the “girl” who was sucking me. She got on her knees behind the TV and pulled her cock back so she could suck it. She got back there on her knees and with her ass in the air she pulled the girl’s rock hard cock back and started sucking her as she was sucking me. I pulled myself away from the little TV’s mouth and moved over to where Jeff was so I could get under him.

I was on my back underneath him with my legs inside of his sucking on his dangling hard dick. There was a steady stream of pre_cum leaking out of him probably caused by cocks in his ass rubbing against his prostate. I could hear him moaning around the cock in his mouth while I sucked him off. Someone started sucking me and I was soooo close to cumming. The guy that was fucking Jeff’s ass pulled out and started shooting cum ropes everywhere just as the guy in his face pulled out and shot into his nose and eyes. That and my vacuuming his cock sent him over the edge and he unloaded the biggest cum hose he’d ever given me. I was choking and gagging as he shoved his dick into me and threatened to drown me in his load. I had no idea who was sucking me and didn’t care as I shot off in his/her mouth. I was shooting and gasping around Jeff’s cock. He pulled out of my mouth as my mystery sucker left me. Jeff kissed me and we both kind of rolled out of the was to catch our breaths. I saw the little redheaded TV smiling at me as she wiped cum off her lips.

Jeff’s a fun guy!