Slut-Box Challenge: Make Love, Not War

By Trixie Adara

Edited By ALewdEditor

*All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older.*

*The following story is inspired by Miss Evie Hyde’s “Slut-Box Challenge” story. The following is written with permission from her to use her premise with my own characters and situation*

Billy checked his phone when he got the notification. It was a new email from something called the Slut-Box Challenge. He rolled his eyes and put his phone back into his pocket. It was likely some prank from Graham and his cohorts of assholes. Last month they signed him up for a box subscriptions for Male-for-Male Sensations. Those dicks.

His phone vibrated again, and he slid it out to check, this time pausing his game. It was the same notification from the Slut-Box Challenge. The subject was “Make Love, Not War,” and the preview text was something about seducing your worst enemy. It sounded like some lame role-playing stuff. Billy sighed and put the phone back into his pocket, unpausing his game and continuing.

Without fail, every thirty seconds, his phone would vibrate with no new notification, just the email. Billy tried to ignore it, but it’s incredibly difficult to kill orcs while something tickles your thigh every thirty seconds. He considered opening it, if for no other reason than to stop the notification, but what if it was a virus?

It was his lack of patience that damned him as he paused the game, unlocked his phone, and checked the email. He read the message multiple times, baffled at what it said:

Make Love, Not War – Seduce your worst enemy and let him cum in your tight pussy. If you don’t do so in an hour, you’ll be stuck in this body forever. If you complete this challenge, things will go back to the way they were.

What body? What pussy? An hour? Billy checked the time, it was 3:27. When was the email sent? 3:15. He had until 4:15 to let his worst enemy cum in his tight pussy? What the hell did that …

Billy gasped as his pants tightened around his thighs. Then, slowly, they rolled up his ankle, his calves, his thighs, becoming shorts, short shorts, embarrassing shorts. Billy watched in confusion and horror, trying to unbuckle them before then shrank too much, before they crushed him, but the waist was too tight. Everything was too tight. He winced as they approached his crotch, expecting them to crush his package, but instead, they slid up, barely covering his crotch, and he felt nothing. He patted his crotch and felt nothing. No cock. No balls. Nothing.

Before he could investigate, his shirt underwent a similar tightening. His t-shirt shortened at the sleeves. The bottom of it tightened and rolled up his body. He looked down and saw the hair on his stomach was gone. Baffled, he looked down and saw the hair on his legs had vanished as well. He felt his face, and his awkward incoming beard was gone. His cheeks were smooth, and instead of narrow and hard, they were plump and curved.

He moved to go to the bathroom, to find a mirror, but stumbled and had to catch himself. He looked down and saw his shoes replaced with red-hot heels. His legs were covered in tattoos. One of a serpent slithering up his calf, winding around his leg, and creeping up under his shorts. Another was beautiful black lace detailing spelling out “Daddy’s girl.” As he bent down to look closer, he almost fell over. There was a new weight on his chest, and as he sat back up, he lost his balance for a moment. He grabbed his chest and found tits, huge tits, that were only held back by his ever shortening crop-top. He had no bra, and as soon as his hands found his nipple through his shirt, he let out a moan and threw his head back. It felt better than anything he had felt in his entire life, and as the shock of his transformation passed, he found himself kneading his new tits in pleasure as the changes finished.

It was his alarm clock out of the corner of his eye that stopped him. 3:30. He didn’t have time to explore his new tits. Apparently, he had to find his worst enemy and let him cum in his tight pussy.

Billy shot up as panic and realization hit him. He moved to the bathroom, stumbling across his dorm room as he went. As he got to the mirror, he was too stunned to gasp, too baffled to make a sound when he beheld himself.

He was no longer the gawky geek that Graham and the others like to tease. He looked like a biker girl, or what a porn studio thought a biker girl looked like. He had long, burnt orange hair that cascaded over his shoulders and down his back, almost to his butt. He was wearing the same t-shirt, representing one of his favorite comic books, but it was short and tight against his huge tits. You could see slivers of underboob, and if he raised his hands up, his nipples would peek out. He had tight, tight, torn jean shorts that looked more like panties than shorts. He was covered in tattoos. An impressive hawk was spread out under his breasts. fatih escort The serpent was sliding up under his shorts. A spider-web covered one arm. A dragon covered the other – and he couldn’t tell but he assumed – was breathing fire over his torso. He turned around and saw a tramp stamp that said, “Enter Deposits Below,” though he had to move his hair out of the way to see it.

With nervous trepidation, he finally unbuckled his shorts and unzipped them. He had a landing strip of burnt orange hair that led to a clean and soft pussy. It was the sight of himself, cockless, with a serpent tattoo sliding into his pussy, that let his mind understand the transformation.

“Oh fuck,” he whispered. His voice was high and breathy, like he was whispering and asking a question.

He stood there for a while, poking his tits, sliding a finger over the lips of his pussy, carefully inserting a finger, finding his clit, looking at his ass, looking at his other tattoos. He was fascinated with the new body. But whenever he looked in the mirror, when he saw himself and let his mind register that he wasn’t looking at porn, he realized he was looking as his new and potentially permanent body, that the woman in the mirror was Billy Scheister, the panic and dread came back to him.

“Oh, fuck fuck fuck.”

His phone vibrated in the other room. He went to grab it and saw the time again: 3:35. He didn’t have time for this. The notification was his email. Thankfully, the Slut-Box challenge urged him to participate. It didn’t seem to want him to be trapped in this body anymore than he did.

Billy grabbed the phone, zipped up and buckled his “shorts,” and headed out of the dorm room. Instinctively, he knew exactly where to go. If he had a worst enemy, it was Graham. He was the psychopath that did this to him. Luckily, he knew where to find him. He’d be at soccer practice, just finishing up.

The first thing Billy learned was that heels are a bitch. He almost twisted his ankle wobbling and waddling across the quad to the soccer fields. The second thing he learned was that men are pigs. He was not only whistled at several times. He also had his ass grabbed, and one man “accidentally” bumped into him long enough to feel his tits. The third thing he learned was that women were almost worse. For every leer he got, he got two looks of disgust. He’d never felt simultaneously so repulsive and attractive to a group of people in his life.

Billy pulled his phone out of his top – his shorts were too small to fit it there – to check the time. 3:55. He had less than half an hour to not only find Graham, but to seduce him and get him to cum inside his new pussy.

Luckily, Graham was easy to spot. Dark skinned, short kinky hair, brown eyes, lean body with broad shoulders, built like a runner. He was sweaty and talking with three other teammates. They were laughing, and one started squirting the others with water. In a way, they were large children. They stopped as soon as they saw Billy, however. The perverted appetite of men worked in his favor.

“Hey Graham,” he said, trying to make his voice sound sexy, flirty. Fortunately, his new voice already sounded like most strippers or pornstars. It didn’t take much acting.

“Uh …” he said while carelessly staring at Billy’s tits. He shivered under the scrutiny. He never knew how obvious it was when men were undressing you with their eyes, when they were imagining your body serving them.

“Do I know you?” he asked.

“Oh, no,” said Billy, trying to come up with a believable story. “But I’ve been to all the games. It seems like you’re the best player on the team.”

The three teammates around him laughed, but Graham hit one, and gave a withering look at the others to silence them.

“That’s right,” said Graham. “Almost got my first goal of the season last week.”

“I saw. I have to admit, when I see you get so close to … scoring, it gets me all … excited. All that tension? Will he get it in or won’t he?” Inwardly, Billy vomited at his own heavy touch, but Graham wasn’t known for his intelligence. Subtlety would be lost on him.

“Oh yeah?” said Graham, his smile widening.

“Oh. Yeah.” Billy bit his lip and tasted his thick red lipstick.

“And what brings a cute thing like you here today?”

Billy made an obvious look of uncomfortability at the three sidekicks.

“I was watching you practice. I figured you could use a cool down. Stretching and all that. Because … you know … you look so hot.”

“Heh.” Graham looked at his friends, and they all looked pleasantly surprised like him. Apparently women never thrown themselves at these morons. Shocking.

“What’s your name, pretty lady?”

“Candy.”

“Well, Candy, I need to take a shower first. Catch you at the cafeteria after?”

Billy stepped closer and put his manicured hands on Graham’s chest. Immediately, they were soaked with his sweat and ortaköy escort stink.

“Oh no. I can’t wait that long. I’ve been watching you for a long, long time. Besides, we’ll both be sweaty by the time we’re done. I’d hate to make you shower twice on account of little old me.”

Billy swirled a lazy finger over Graham’s chest. For a moment, he swore that Graham blushed with embarrassment and backed away. He made a quick look to his teammates and motioned for them to leave. As they left, a few of them kept turning back to look at Billy, looking at his ass as they left. One muttered something about ‘not wanting to shower twice’ as he went and another told Graham to ‘leave some leftovers’ for him.

Pigs. All of them.

“You got somewhere private nearby?” asked Billy, stepping closer now that the others were gone. He really was soaked with sweat, and the stink was almost physical, practically painful.

“Yeah, I got somewhere.” Graham smirked and turned, heading off in the opposite direction of his teammates.

Billy checked his phone. 4:05. “It doesn’t need to be too private,” he said, catching up to Graham and grabbing his hand.

“My car?” asked Graham.

Billy imagined himself, cramped in the back of Graham’s car, trying to get him to cum inside his pussy. He shuddered at the thought.

“I like a little space to play,” he said, hoping he sounded coy.

“My dorm isn’t too far. Or maybe one of the private showers in the -”

Billy saw a spot under the bleachers mostly blocked by shade and the metal cross beams. He pulled on Graham as hard as he could in that direction. “This should be fine,” he muttered as Graham followed him.

“You must be thirsty girl,” laughed Graham.

Billy blushed in shame. The worst part of all of this was that it would boost Graham’s confidence. He’d think women really were begging to fuck him, that there must be more women out there like Candy. He cursed Billy with this stupid challenge and ends with an ego boost. Classic.

Billy wasted no time once they were safe under the bleachers. He pulled down Graham’s shorts and slid to his knees. Graham lowered himself onto Billy’s thin frame, forcing Billy onto his back. He looked so full of himself, so fucking confident, that Billy wished there was a way, any way, to get out of this challenge without giving the asshole exactly what he wanted.

He imagined for a moment if it would be worth it, to refuse to fuck Graham out of pride and remain as Candy. He got a lot of attention, but most of it was wrong. It was lustful or cruel or judgemental. Honestly, whatever perks came with this body, from the thirty minutes of having it, most of it felt like a curse.

Graham let his hard cock flop out of his boxers and Billy’s eyes widened. He didn’t believe cocks came that big. I mean, in porn, sure, but he’d never seen someone with such a big dick. In all his years in a locker room or in a bathroom, most dicks looked like his, only a few inches long. But this cock was eight to nine inches at least. And thick.

Billy held his breath and let his head fall to the soft grass. He didn’t plan on making it a good fuck for Graham. He just needed to lie still and let Graham cum inside him.

“You got a condom?” he asked.

“I’m on the pill. I want you to cum inside me, baby.”

“Mmm, that’s right,” said Graham, as he slid down Billy’s shorts. “Bitches like you want my dick, want my hot seed.”

Billy looked to the side to resist laughing.

“No panties?” asked Graham. “What a fucking slut.”

“Your slut, Daddy,” whispered Billy.

“Mmm, yeah.” Graham spread Billy’s legs, preparing to fuck him. “I like it when you call me Daddy.”

“Mmm, fuck me Daddy. Please fuck me.”

Billy slid his phone out of his top and set it beside him. 4:10. He didn’t have time. Five minutes left before he was trapped this way.

Graham was about to slide his dick inside, then bent down and started to kiss Billy’s neck. Billy started to push up on Graham, to stop his foreplay, but the soccer player was too strong. He kissed along Billy’s neck, letting his kisses turn into tiny nibbles.

Billy sighed as pleasure flooded his body. He arched his back, pressing into Graham, and wrapped his legs around his bully as he felt Graham’s tongue flicker out and trace tiny lines over his neck. With his legs around Graham’s waist, he could feel his cock. It was hard, applying pressure to Billy’s pussy lips, but not entering, not yet.

“Let me see those titties,” said Graham as his kisses roamed lower on Billy’s body.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” gasped Billy. “I need to be fucked so bad.”

“Oh yeah?” said Graham. “You been a bad girl or a good girl?”

“I’ve been bad,” moaned Billy as one of Graham’s hands slid up and ran over his tit. “I need to be punished.” Graham’s fingers teased Billy’s nipples and searing white pleasure flashed through his mind. fındıkzade escort He had never felt anything like that before. His body reacted on its own, arching towards Graham, running its hands over Graham’s back, pulling the soccer player closer and deeper, curving its hips to try desperately to get Graham’s cock inside.

“Punish me with your big cock,” whined Billy. “Please. Please. I need it. I need to be fucked; I’ve been so bad.”

Billy found the self-control to turn and look at his phone. 4:12. He focused and pressed on Graham’s chest, pushing the soccer player up so he could look into his dark eyes.

“Fuck me. Fuck me now and I’ll do anything you want after. Anything in the whole world. Fuck me and cum in my pussy.”

Graham nodded, lust clouding his eyes and judgement. He looked down and guided his cock to Billy’s pussy. Billy held his breath, afraid this would hurt, afraid of what it would feel like to have a cock, such a big cock, slide inside him. Would it spread him apart? Would it fill him? Would it be too big?

Billy tensed as Graham entered. He hoped this body wasn’t a virgin. He hoped it was as experienced as it looked. Graham entered easily – Billy was surprised by how wet he was – and as it entered, Billy sighed with relief. The cock didn’t feel like an invader. It wasn’t pleasure. It was something different, something entirely new.

The cock felt like completion, like for Candy’s entire life, perhaps for Billy’s entire life, there was something missing. There was some part of him he didn’t have, and without it, he was forever incomplete. But now, with the cock inside him, he was whole. He felt a tightness expanding. He felt a warmth filling him. He felt desirable and strong. He felt sexy and powerful. As Graham grunted and closed his eyes, as Billy saw how desperate and easy it was to get Graham in bed, he realized how much power he had now. Graham was strong. He was big. His cock was huge. He had all that power, but he needed Billy.

But when Graham started to thrust, Billy felt the power dynamic shift. As he felt the thick cock slide over his g-spot, as he felt the pressure tease his clit, as he felt the tingle of his lips gripping the cock and being teased gently by the soft skin of Graham’s cock, he didn’t feel powerful. He felt weak. He felt needy. He felt absolutely empty without a cock inside of him.

Graham wasn’t gentle. He fucked Billy hard and fast. He didn’t talk. He didn’t touch Billy’s new body. Foreplay was over. All Graham wanted in the world was to cum, and Billy needed him to cum. He needed him to cum so that this could all be over, so that he could pretend this was a terrible dream and get on with his life.

Billy checked the time. 4:13.

Graham’s speed picked up. As he went, Billy began to push back with Graham’s thrust. He began to not just be ridden but to ride Graham. He pulsed his hips forward, swinging them slightly, grinding on Graham’s cock. He tried to match Graham’s tempo, to create a dance out of their fucking. He found out that if he could match Graham’s speed, the pleasure increased. Graham would pull out, and Billy would follow, keeping his g-spot stimulated the whole way. Graham would slam back in, and Billy would pull back, letting his clit feel the weight of Graham press against it.

“Of fuck,” gasped Billy. “Fuck me.”

“Yeah, baby. You like that?”

“Yes. Oh yes. Fuck me like that, Daddy. Fuck me just like that.”

Billy found himself meaning it. He did want Graham to keep going. He didn’t want him to cum. If he came, it would be over, but Billy felt an orgasm coming. It wasn’t imminent, but soon, soon he could cum and maybe cum again and again and again. He’d never known what that was like, to cum multiple times in a row, to stay in an elevated state of bliss over and over while your body rewarded you for worshipping it.

Billy never had a body worth worshipping until now.

“You gunna cum, Daddy?”

“Mmm, yeah. Soon, baby.”

Billy looked at the clock: 4:14.

One more minute until it was permanent. One more minute to enjoy this. He wanted to make it last. It had been, without a doubt, the best sex he’d ever had. He’d never known that this is what girls felt, that women got all this and men got a quick grunt and then nothing. He wondered if he could make it last until 4:14:59. That would be perfect. He could stretch this out to its indefinite conclusion. Then he could go on and let life go back to normal.

But was that what he wanted? Billy looked at Graham. He was hot. He was popular. He was powerful. And more importantly, he wanted Billy. He wanted Billy so badly, that he would do anything. Billy could get anything he wanted from him now, including more of this wonderful feeling.

Well, not Billy. Candy. Candy could get all this and more.

“Uuunh,” grunted Graham. “I’m gunna cum.”

Panic crept over Billy. If Graham came in his pussy, he’d lose this body forever. He could never be Candy again, never know this power or this pleasure.

“Cum in my ass,” he demanded as the first thing he could think of.

“What?” asked Graham, his thrusting slowing.

“Cum in my ass.”

“I don’t have any lube.”

“Then cum on my tits. Cum on my face. Cum anywhere.”

“I thought you were on the pill?”

“Melissa,” my mom called from the kitchen.

“Yes,” I answered from my bedroom.

“I want to talk to you for a moment,”

“Okay,”

“What’s wrong?” my mom said as I walked into the kitchen.

“Even with my scholarship I’ll never be able to afford the tuition to…” I began as I plopped on a stool at the island.

I’m eighteen and a week out of high school; all I want is to attend a excellent university, get a degree, and start a life for myself.

“Stop…stop right there,” she smiled.

“What, did you win the lottery or something?” I asked.

“No,” she laughed.

“Okay…I give, what’s so funny?”

“The Downey’s are going away for a few days and wanted to know if you wanted to babysit,” she told me.

“I don’t know if I’m up to babysitting in my depressed state,” I sighed.

“They’re willing to pay you a thousand dollars from Friday to Sunday night,” she happily told me.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked cheerfully.

I just graduated high school.

“They said you did such a great job with their nephew Kyle they wanted to ask you first,” she informed me.

“This is a joke, right?”

“They said they wanted someone they could trust and you were that person,”

“Great, when do they want me there?”

“Around five,”

“Okay,”

“All right, I’ll call them and you pack what you need for Friday,”

“Mom, it’s only Tuesday, I have plenty of time to pack,”

“Go…now,”

“Fine,”

Friday rolled around and my mom dropped me off at the Downey’s because I couldn’t afford a car of my own. My mom kissed me on the cheek and wished me good luck.

I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door.

“Hi Mr Downey,”

“Melissa, come in,”

“Thanks,”

“Honey, Melissa’s here,” he called.

“Be right down,” she yelled from upstairs.

“Thanks for agreeing to babysit this weekend, we really appreciate it,” Mr Downey told me.

“No problem Mr Downey,”

“Hi Melissa,” Mrs Downey greeted me with a hug.

“Hi Mrs Downey,” I hugged her back.

“Jason’s sleeping right now; the baby monitor is on the kitchen island and there’s plenty

of milk in the refrigerator,” Mrs Downey told me.

“Sounds great,”

“Please help yourself to the kitchen; we don’t to come back to a skeleton,” Mr Downey joked as we all laughed.

“Oh, one more thing, feel free to sleep in our bedroom; I just changed the sheets today and we’re not trying to dirty the other bathrooms until Jason needs his own,” she told me.

“Thank you Mrs Downey,”

“No, thank you, it’s hard to get away with a little child,” she admitted.

“And here, here’s a credit card, it’s good up to a thousand in case you don’t like what we have in the fridge feel free to order something,”

“Thanks,”

“Are you ready honey?” Mr Downey asked his wife.

“Yes,”

“See you in three days Melissa,” Mrs Downey said.

“Okay; have fun,” I replied.

“Thanks, bye,” she said as they left.

I went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water, the baby monitor, and turned on a movie in the family room.

Half way through the movie my cell phone buzzed, it was a text from Derrick, my ex-boyfriend.

“Sorry, I need to talk,” it read.

“U broke up with me there’s nothing to talk about,” I texted.

“I’m sorry…it will never happen again. I was stupid. I miss u!!”

“What happened to Shelly?”

“She’s not u!”

“Last time I saw u Shelly was giving u a bj in ur living room,”

“Come mecidiyeköy escort on Melissa give me another chance!”

“What to fool around on me?”

“I’m sorry ?

“I’m deleting ur number. Bye Derrick!”

That was that; I finally got rid of that two-timing jerk.

“Hey Jason,” I sweetly whispered as I picked him up.

“Wah-wah!” the baby cried.

I ran to the kitchen; there was already a pan of water on the stove. They probably kept it there just in time of need like this so I turned on the burner and ran to Jason.

He was wet; I quickly changed him and carried him back to the kitchen with me.

I opened the refrigerator and grabbed one of the many bottles of milk and put it into the boiling water than turned it to simmer.

I bounced and swayed him until the milk was ready.

He took the milk, I threw a kitchen towel over my shoulder, and waited for him to finish.

Once done I took him into the family room and put him in his play pen.

This was the norm until my mom called me early Sunday morning with horrible news.

“The Downey’s were at dinner and Mrs Downey passed out…Mrs Downey is in a coma that’s all I know and Mr Downey is going to stay by her side,” she told me.

I was now the permanent live in babysitter; at least until further notice.

My mom offered to help me look after the baby but I declined; all I really needed was another week’s worth of clothes.

My mom brought over some clothes I asked for and told me Mrs Downey was diagnosed with a brain tumor and it didn’t look like she would survive.

One week went by…then two…then three!

Jason and I spent a lot of time together and seemed to bond.

The forth week was about to pass and Mr Downey finally showed up!

He must have remotely turned off the alarm with his cell phone and went into the baby’s room; the baby cried awakening me.

“Mr Downey please…he needs his sleep,” I told him as I walked into the room and shooshed him back to sleep.

“Sorry,” he said.

“We can talk downstairs,” I whispered.

I grabbed the baby monitor and met him downstairs.

“You’ve done a great job!” he told me in the kitchen.

“Thank you, but how’s Mrs Downey?”

“She passed away yesterday morning; I had to make funeral arrangements,”

“I’m so sorry!” I wept.

“It’s okay,” he told me tearfully.

“Well, I’ll stay on as long as you need me to, at least until you get situated,” I told him.

“We’ll talk about it tomorrow if that’s all right with you,”

“Sure Mr Downey,”

“No need for formalities; call me Sean,”

“See you tomorrow,” I said as went back to bed.

The next morning I took Jason to the kitchen where we waited for a bottle of warm milk to finish heating.

“Good morning Melissa,”

“Good morning Mr Downey,”

“I’m just a few years older than you, please, call me Sean,”

I hesitated.

“Ms Melissa, how are you this morning?”

“Okay Sean,”

I understood…I hated being called Ms Melisa but calling him Sean seemed a bit to intimate considering I’m just the babysitter.

That’s better; it looks like the little one has really attached himself to you,”

“Yeah, we get along pretty good,”

“Mama,” the baby said grabbing my noise.

“Sorry…” I began.

“That’s quite all right; he hasn’t seen his mother for some time,” he said.

“I’ll fix us breakfast; eggs, bacon, and toast sound okay?”

“Perfect,” etiler escort he said watching Jason as I put him in his high chair.

“How about a full time job watching Jason?” he asked.

“What?” I was shocked.

“Live here; there’s plenty of room,”

“I know but…” I began.

“I’ll pay for your college; any one you want. I’ll stay home to watch Jason when you’re in school,”

“I can’t…”

“I’ll even throw in a salary to boot,”

“Living here…”

“Come on Melissa, you’re perfect, the way you protected him last night…and the bond you two share,”

“Mr Downey…”

“It’s Sean, I’m only a few years older than you,”

I cracked the eggs pondering his offer.

“Well…I’m going to take a quick shower while you make breakfast and think it over,” he said before leaving for a shower.

“What do you think Jason?” I asked peering over at him; he just smiled.

“Mama,” he muttered reaching out pinching his fingers together.

I laughed but just a whiff and I knew he needed changing; I changed him and returned him to his high chair before whipping the eggs.

The morning room table was set as Sean returned and I moved Jason over with his high chair.

“It smells delicious,”

“Thanks, but you’ll say anything after not eating a real meal in weeks,”

“Possibly, but my guess it tastes as good as it smells,”

“Thanks, is orange juice okay?” I giggled.

“Yes, please,”

“There you are,” I said as he sat and I put the glass in front of him.

“Thank you,” he said as I poured an orange juice for myself and sat down beside him.

“Have you thought about my offer?”

“I don’t know Mr…I mean Sean,”

“Twelve-thousand square feet means there’s plenty of room; besides I don’t have anyone else,”

“Neither one of you have any parents?”

“Yes, but I would feel more comfortable around someone my own age,”

“I’m not exactly your age but I understand,”

“The funeral is a week from now; at least think about it until then,”

“Okay,” I smiled.

“Good,”

We finished eating and took Jason for a stroll; he seemed very talkative and happy for someone just losing a spouse. He may just be happy to be home.

He talked about me staying on again; everything was to stay the same, and he would stay home and watch Jason while I was at school or had a load of homework.

It was the day before the funeral, Thursday, when he arrived home early.

“Sean, come here quick,” I blurted with excitement.

“What?” he ran.

“Jason’s walking,”

He laughed and raised him above his head.

Jason laughed with excitement.

“Who is it?” I asked Jason while standing next to Sean.

“Dada,” Jason giggled.

“Did you teach him that?” Sean chuckled.

“Nope,” I giggled.

“Liar,” he laughed.

“I helped,” I giggled.

We joked around while Jason walked around and fell a few times.

“Friday morning is the funeral; everyone has been invited to come here afterwards. Can you stay at least until Saturday…I mean Jason may need your help… unless,”

“I’ll stay,”

“Great, Anne’s sister said she could watch Jason…”

“I mean I’ll help you raise Jason as long as our relationship stays plutonic,”

“Anything, thank you, you have no idea how much this means to me,”

“You’re welcome,”

Friday morning came and so did the caterers; I let them do their thing as I took care of Jason.

Around noon the house çapa escort filled with a lot of interesting people; grandparents, parents, siblings, cousins, nephews, and friends.

Jason clung onto me for dear life as most everyone wanted a piece of him.

I excused myself from a conversation and went to the kitchen to feed Jason. I opened the fridge and retrieved a bottle of milk.

“What a cutie pie!” a young woman said when I closed the fridge door.

She was beautiful, blonde hair, green eyes, my height, and a tight body; almost my mirror image.

“Yes he is,” I replied.

“I’m Samantha,”

“I’m Melissa and this is Jason,”

“Nice to meet you,”

“Likewise,”

“Are you the live-in babysitter everyone has been talking about?”

“Wow, word gets around fast,”

“Well, it’s hard to hide a pretty girl like you from the world,”

“Thank you,”

“Sean’s pretty lucky,”

“What do you mean?”

“C’mon, his wife dies and then hooks up with a beautiful girl like you,”

“I’m just the babysitter,”

“Take it from me; you’re more than just the babysitter,”

I laughed, “There’s nothing going on between Sean and myself, he pays my tuition in exchange for me taking care of Jason and that’s all,”

“Well, that’s exciting to know…maybe we can get together sometime,” she said as she pecked me on the lips before walking away.

“Crazy,” I thought. I wasn’t afforded the time to think about what just happened so I just fed Jason and changed him.

“Everything okay Melissa?” Jason walked into the room moments later.

“Yeah, he seemed hungry so I fed him and changed him; he’s ready to party again.

“Great,”

“Who is Samantha?”

“What?” he asked concentrating on Jason.

“The beautiful blonde hair girl with green eyes; about my size,”

“That’s Anne’s bro…I mean sister,”

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing,”

“No…you said it was Anne’s brother,”

“I meant sister,”

“But you said brother!”

“She’s a transsexual,” he leaned and whispered into my ear.

“Oh!”

“Is something wrong?”

“No…she just introduced herself; I was just wondering,”

“Okay, is he ready to mingle?”

“I think so,”

We paired together as we mingled with the guests; eventually they all went home and it was the three of us again. Jason started to clean up so I put Jason down and started to help.

“Melissa, please, you do plenty around here, I’ll clean up,”

“Don’t be silly,” I giggled.

We cleaned up quickly and Jason took the trash out to the garage and I put another bag into the kitchen canister.

“You want to kiss Jason goodnight; I think he’s done for today,” I said when Sean returned from the garage.

“Come on buddy,” he said as he took Jason from me and kissed him on the cheek then handed him back to me.

“Time for bed,” I said to him sweetly as I turned to take him upstairs.

“I’m going to pour myself a drink would you like one?” he asked.

I laughed.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m eighteen remember; I’m not old enough to drink,”

“I won’t tell if you won’t,”

“Let me put Jason to bed first then I’ll think about it,”

I put Jason to bed and he closed his eyes quickly. Once asleep I went into my room and gave myself the once over. A light touch up and I proceeded back downstairs.

“That was quick,” Sean said as I approached.

“Yeah, he was tired,” I told him as I opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water.

“You sure you don’t want a beer?”

“I’m fine for now,”

“You seemed a little upset about Samantha; what really happened?”

“She kissed me…on my lips,”

“I’ll take care of it,”

“No, that’s okay, I’m a big girl, and I can handle her,”

“Whatever you want but if you decide…”

“I’ll have that drink now.”

Disclaimer: This is the second part of my story, Mike and I. Like the previous chapter, it uses offensive words that I don’t condone outside of a fantasy context. It also has an element of non-consent at one point. Again, i completely condemn this in real life. If you are offended by such, please do not read.

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I don’t know how long I knelt there, still covered with the events of the morning. I was on fire, my pathetic little cock still strained at the limits of its cage and my breathing was harsh and ragged.

I couldn’t believe what I had just done.

First, I had sucked someone’s cock, a thing I had never done before.

Secondly, and perhaps more importantly, it had been Mike’s.

Third, and this was the real kicker, I had loved each and every moment of it.

As I stripped and then got into the shower, reality came crashing home. Anxiety hit me. What if Mike was posting the video right now?

“How much would it fuck your life up if I took a picture of you right now?”

That was his question and it was an easy one to answer; a lot.

My parents, especially and ironically Mike’s dad, were not exactly progressive people. A video of me doing what I did would turn them against me for life. I wasn’t exactly happy in my current position, but I was in no way ready to be out on my own.

If they kicked me out I would have nowhere to go, and in a town as small as mine news would travel quick. I would, probably, loose my job at the library and even that job’s shit pay would never be enough to cover my college tuition. They couldn’t fire me for a lewd act, but old Miss Galdner could make it very unpleasant for me and I wasn’t exactly a favoured employee anyway. If this situation went south I would be completely and utterly fucked.

The pain of my cage brought me back into focus. I was still hard. What did that say about me? It was true I loved what Mike made me do, but would I do it again?

In a heartbeat, I said to myself, as I washed off both the stuff I had put on my face and what Mike had.

I’m not sure what it was. I hated Mike, to be sure, but he had made me feel in a way I had never experienced before. This mix of hate and desire was new to me.

After my shower I dried off and went to my room. It was only eleven o’clock. The whole thing had taken about fifteen minutes.

I sat down at my computer and logged on, but I was unable to focus. I wanted to cum so badly it hurt, but both the cage and Mike’s rules held me back.

From the other room my phone dinged. It was a media text from a number I didn’t know but as I opened it, my heart beating through my chest, I knew exactly what it was. The video.

The text read simply, Bambi, check this shit out!

Over the next eight hours as I tried, and failed, to get my mind off the events of that morning, I must have watched that video a dozen times.

In a haze of self-loathing and arousal I watched myself suck Mike’s cock. From the first tentative suck to the face-fucking finale, I watched it all, again and again.

I had to admit it, I looked amazing. I looked exactly like the girls in porn did. My voice, shocking to hear on video, was high pitched enough not to spoil the illusion and with all my makeup and jiggly breastforms I knew most people would have been fooled into seeing just another chubby internet cumslut at work.

I never replied to Mike, but he must have known what I was doing. Secretly, and hating myself for it, I hoped he was doing it too.

Getting to bed that night, in that empty, sprawling house, was hard, but when I did I fell into a deep and untroubled sleep.

The next morning I awoke early, still caged and still horny.

There was no further word from Mike and I knew that if he was working that day he wouldn’t show up until ten am. The yard where he worked was misty in the early morning sun, hiding the patio he was working on.

I knew that his crew only worked on my parents house twice a week and that otherwise it was just Mike. Hungover, probably, and surly.

At the back of my mind I hoped beyond all things that it was a day where he was working alone. If his crew showed up then it was unlikely he’d even come in the house for anything more than a beer.

So I went about my morning routine as usual except for a few new things.

I shaved all over, for the second time in two days. My skin is soft, but it never gets irritated. Although I don’t really like my body, my skin was one thing I loved about it. I have never had so much as a single pimple.

The rest of me wasn’t winning any body building contests, that was for sure.

As I looked in the post-bath mirror, I tried to see myself as I had been the day before; as a girl.

I found it was easier than I’d thought. Even without makeup I looked feminine, except maybe now I was the girl next door and not quite Bambi. My naturally blonde hair, which I had always kept long, and my blue eyes with their thick lashes seemed highlighted today.

As I inspected myself my phone topkapı escort dinged. My heart skipped a beat as I reached for it. It was Mike.

Again, as simply as before, it said, Get dressed, Bambi.

So I did. I ditched the black thong for a grey one, which contrasted nicely with my cage. Then came my pocketbra and the breastforms. I shook myself in front of the mirror and all the right bits bounced.

Over this I put on my fishnet bodysuit, admiring again the stark contrast between black thread and milk white flesh.

My mind was on automatic and kept repeating Mike’s voice, “You like stuff up your ass, Bambi?”

I debated it but finally, and hopefully, I slid my plug back up into its tight little resting place.

After that I took my only other dress and slid it over my head. It was tight, perhaps tighter than my leopard print one, backless, and a deep purple.

My hair went up on top of my head again, in a tight bun, but this time I did something different. I wanted bangs.

A quick youtube tutorial later and I had them.

Perhaps I should have thought a bit more about altering my hairstyle in such a permanent way, but I wasn’t exactly thinking straight at that point. I just wanted Mike to like it.

Next came my makeup. This time I was going for a theme. I dug deep in my makeup drawer to get the right colours.

Judging from the his reaction the previous day, I knew Mike liked the trashy look.

Afterwards, admiring myself in the mirror I thought I looked the part.

To match my dress I had selected a similar shade of purple eye shadow and a dark pink lipstick. Mascara accentuated my already thick lashes, I was good to go and I loved it.

Ten o’clock rolled around and no Mike. I was getting antsy. Would he be a no show? Was he just fucking with me? All these thoughts and more raced through my head. Had I just been used?

At eleven o’clock I was about ready to give up. I felt pathetic. Mike didn’t want me. Mike just wanted to play more mind games with his favourite victim and I had fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

But then my phone dinged. It said, Dressed? Picture.

With trembling hands I went to the bathroom. I posed in the mirror. I pushed out my chest and pursed my lips.

Ass, said the phone.

I bent over the tub and pulled my dress up.

Spread, was the reply.

Nervously, afraid to give Mike any more ammunition, I spread my cheeks to reveal my plug.

No reply.

I paced back and forth in my room. Had I just fucked myself even harder?

The phone dinged and I practically dived for it.

You’re a hit.

I gave a little scream and threw my phone across the room. How could I have been so stupid? I had played right into another mind game. Even now Mike was posting me all across the internet.

What the fuck Mike, I typed.

But just then I heard a sound I recognized, Mike’s truck pulling into the driveway.

Peeking out from behind the curtain I saw his truck coming to a stop. My heart did another little skip, he wasn’t alone!

Stepping out from the truck was Mike. I could see his grin from across the yard and right behind came another man.

I knew him from his gait. It was Tyler.

Let me just say that if Mike was my greatest fear in high school, Tyler was my second. He was one of Mike’s teammates and equally sadistic. When Mike would hold me down to pull my underwear over my damn head, Tyler was there to help him.

He was as big as Mike was, maybe even thicker. I could see from my vantage point that he hadn’t changed much. Still black, still with a shaved head and still with the second worst grin I had ever seen.

He also worked with Mike on his crew, though I hadn’t seen him at the house before.

I stumbled back from the window. Had they seen me? I stood like a statue, barely daring to move. If Mike had shown Tyler the pictures…or the video, I was even more fucked than I thought.

I went for my phone, but before I could grab it, it dinged again.

Stay dressed.

I let out a silent scream. I was not ready for this.

As I sat there I heard keys jingling at the front door. As quietly as I could I shut and locked my bedroom door. All the posters looked down at me, casting their mute judgement.

Steps on the stairs, a heavy tread, and then at last the doorknob turned, once and then again.

“Bambi, you in there?”

I heard a laugh then that wasn’t Mike. Tyler cooed out in his deep voice, “Oh, Bambi!”

“Open the fucking door, fag,” said Mike, “or I’ll kick it down.”

With numbed fingers I fumbled at the lock and retreated to the corner of the room as it opened. In the doorway stood the two men.

“Whoa,” said Tyler, grinning his number two grin at me, “you weren’t kidding Mike! You got a real beauty in here. Why you all shut up in here, Bambi, scared to meet me?”

“M-mike,” I quavered, “what’s going on?”

Mike smiled at me. He pulled aksaray escort two beers out from his bag and handed one to Tyler.

“Well, Bambi, after yesterday I got to thinking. I thought, maybe I shouldn’t keep something so good all to myself. You remember Tyler, don’t you? Well, after I showed him that video I got, he seemed real eager to meet you!”

Tyler popped open his beer and took a long swig.

“I sure was! Back in the day I knew you were a fag, but you proved me wrong. You were just some little slut struggling to get out. And now, whoa boy, you have gone and demonstrated that very notion. When I saw that fat ass on Mike’s phone, I had to have a look.”

Mike leaned against the doorframe and stared at me, “like what you see, Tyler?”

Tyler nodded, “Yeah Mike, I sure as hell do.”

With that he came over to plant himself on the chair facing me.

“Bambi, why don’t you show Tyler the goods in person?”

“Mike, I don’t like this,” I pleaded, ” you said you wouldn’t show anybody!”

“I guess,” said Mike, taking a sip of his beer, “I lied. But listen, you got another choice. I suppose you could call it blackmail. Either you give my man Tyler a little show, flash some ass and shit, or I do what I said I would and post your little video. Tyler loved it, and I bet a lot of other people would too.”

For the hundredth time in two days my heart sank. Mike had me right where he wanted me. And for the hundredth time in two days I could feel myself getting hard.

“Just a show, Mike?,” I said in a small voice.

“And whatever he wants,” said Mike, “let’s say I sent Tyler that video. Wouldn’t you want to make sure he doesn’t send it to anyone else?”

Tyler chuckled from where he sat in the chair, “Come on Bambi, quit bitching and pull up that dress for me. I wont hurt you. I just wanna see that ass again. You know you got one that’d make a girl jealous, don’t you?”

I sighed, silently, I was as good as dead. But what was this I was feeling? This sense of dread, anticipation and arousal all mixed together? I wanted to suck Mike off again, that was true, but another person added to this situation was just no good. Tyler was just as much of an asshole as Mike was, but what choice did I have?

With a heavy heart I walked to the bed and turned around. With both hands I pulled up my dress from behind, revealing my plump ass.

Tyler and Mike whistled in unison and I blushed.

“Damn,” said Tyler, “just as nice in person! Come on Bambi, why don’t you spread for us, huh?”

I bent over and with trembling hands I pulled my cheeks apart. I could feel cold air on my plugged up hole and my tiny balls dangling between my spread legs.

“Beautiful,” said Mike, “you got a nice fucking hole, Bambi. I saw it yesterday but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t look better today.”

I heard the sound of a zipper going down, followed by another.

“Turn around, fag,” said Mike, “check this out.”

I turned around, my cheeks burning red in fear and arousal. Between my legs I could feel my cock begin to strain at its cage.

Both Mike and Tyler had pulled themselves out, Tyler seated with his legs spread and Mike still standing at the door.

Mike I had seen before, but he seemed to have reached his full length quicker than he had previously.

Rather, my eyes were drawn to Tyler. His cock, standing straight up like a flag pole was just as big as Mike’s and maybe even longer.

A gasp escaped my lips before I could stop it.

“Like what you see, slut?,” said Tyler, and his hand went up and down the thick shaft of his sex.

I was agog, two enormous members practically pulsed in front of my eyes.

As if in a dream I heard Mike say, “Go on, Bambi, why don’t you show Tyler what you learned yesterday?”

I stumbled toward him in my high heels and, just like I’d done for Mike, I fell to my knees before him on the thick carpet.

“Yeah girl, go on,” said Tyler, “put that shit in your mouth.”

Without a word I crawled over on all fours and impaled myself to the hilt on his thick cock.

This time I didn’t waste any time going slowly. I took his full length in my mouth and eased it into my throat.

He was certainly longer than Mike and I struggled for a minute, gagging.

“Oh man,” said Tyler, “Bambi, you can take that shit good.”

I could hear myself as I sucked away, the sound of bubbling spit and cock striking home in the target of my throat.

In that moment I was the girls in porn. I gagged up and down on a cock that would have troubled veterans of the industry and I did it with gusto.

Up and down I slobbered all over Tyler’s thick pole, the spit running down my chin and pooling in the valley of my fake tits.

I loved it, I was in the moment, I was nothing more than an object for Tyler to use to his satisfaction. My whole body responded to the rhythm I set; my earrings jangled, my big, fake tits moved in place like they were kağıthane escort real, my fat ass bounced up and down, showing off my plug at every stroke.

And as I did it, single-mindedly, I felt a hand smack down hard on my ass.

I groaned, lips around Tyler’s shaft, but I kept going.

Again, the hand descended on my backside hard enough to sting, and again and again until my bottom glowed with heat.

And then something happened I hadn’t expected. With a deft movement, Mike slid the plug out of my ass.

Bouncing off Tyler’s cock I tried to swing around, but Mike’s hand descended on the back of my neck with an iron grip.

“Mike,” I squealed, “Mike, what are you doing?”

“What the fuck does it look like,” Mike snarled, “I’m gunna take that fat ass for a ride.”

Now I struggled in earnest, trying desperately to escape but Mike had a good hold of me from behind and Tyler’s hands soon tangled in my hair, drawing me back towards his spit-covered cock.

I felt the head of Mike’s cock push up against my hole, throbbing.

“Mike, no!” I wailed, “I’m not ready.”

“I am,” said Mike, and as Tyler forced his cock once again into my throat, Mike pushed hard into me.

With a slight popping sound, Mike pushed his cock past the tight rim of my virgin hole.

I let out a low scream, still orally impaled on Tyler’s cock, and Mike slid a few more inches into me.

“Fuck yeah, slut,” said Mike, “that is tight as fuck!”

It was the best feeling I have every felt. My plug was small, and the few toys I owned were pretty slim compared to Mike, but nothing could compare to his cock.

He slid in about five inches and to me he felt like a rod of fire. My plug had stretched me out enough so I wasn’t completely unprepared but still it felt as if an iron pole was inching its way inside of me.

Pain was mixed with the sharp shock of first entry, but as he thrust more of himself into me the pain faded and was quickly replaced by a growing pleasure.

As I still gagged on Tyler’s cock, Mike bottomed out inside me. I could feel his heavy balls slap against mine and I gasped as he slid himself back only to plunge in again.

“Yeah, you fucking whore,” said Mike, driving himself into me again, “yeah, you fucking like that? Huh? You like my big cock up your fat fucking ass, slut?”

In response I could only moan again as Tyler, getting into the spirit of things, began to buck his hips and thrust himself into my mouth.

His big hands were still entangled in my hair and I began to feel like they would both lift me up inches from the ground with their combined power.

For a good five minutes they ground themselves into me from either end, grunting and sweating.

Tyler was mostly silent apart from the sounds of his enjoyment but Mike kept up a running tirade of filth.

With every thrust my tiny, caged cock and balls flopped back and forth, bouncing off Mike’s.

“Whore,” raved Mike as he sawed away at me, “fucking whore. Take my cock, cunt, take me all up in that fat ass.”

I moaned away, blissfully as he filled me up, my throat completely ravished by Tyler. Inside me a heat began to build, a deep, grinding heat that spread up from my ass to fill my stomach.

Pulling Tyler out of my mouth, I lay my head in his lap, taking his thick cock in my hand.

Breathlessly I moaned, “Mike, oh Mike, fuck me, oh fuck me Mike, fuck my ass, oh I love it!”

Suddenly Mike spun withdrew, making me squeal. I felt empty without him, the lube I had used to push the plug in dripping down the backs of my thighs.

Mike practically lifted me up and spun me around, forcing me to my knees again.

“Yes,” I moaned, “cum on me, Mike, cum on my face, oh, please!”

With a roar Mike came, just like before spraying my face with a torrent of fluid. It felt like he never would stop, like he never could, drenching me in all my slutty makeup with his spurts.

Breathing heavily I sat there, completely soaked as Mike’s face, grown torpid with release, settled back into its customary grin.

“Your turn,” he said to Tyler, and he stood up to grab his beer from where he had left it.

Without a word Tyler grabbed me, heedless of bruises, and threw me down face first on the bed.

I whimpered as he entered me, my cock so hard it seemed on fire.

Previously quiet, Tyler now voiced his own pleasure as he sank balls deep into me.

“Fuck, fuck that’s good,” he grinned, “fuck yeah, Bambi, take that shit, slut, look at that fat fucking ass with my cock in it.”

As Tyler bludgeoned into me, bouncing my fake tits around with each brutal thrust, Mike came into my field of vision with his phone out once again.

I faced him, on all fours with Tyler behind me, my face still burning red and covered with a thick layer of cum.

“How’s that feel, Bambi?” he said, “loving it? Tell me you love it.”

Beyond all hope of denial, without a shred of dignity, I looked into his camera.

My hair had fallen down now, I was a dishevelled mess, impaled by a pulsing, thick rod.

“I love it, Mike,” I said, “oh, I love it.”

“What do you love, Bambi, what’s gotten you so hot?”

“I love his cock in my ass, Mike,” I moaned, “I love him fucking my fat ass.”

Mike said nothing, grinning at me from behind his phone.

In Part 1 Odessa was sent to prison, met a female guard, and made some friends. That is all you get in terms of summary, read the first one if you want to know the story. If you don’t care about story, just read forward, lots of kinky sex ahead.

Chapter 2: Initiation

I awoke the next morning with my dick still hanging out of my panties and the covers still around my ankles. I must’ve really conked out after that blowjob. I quickly stuffed myself back in my panties and put my tank-top and shorts back on. I remembered from my orientation that I’d only get a shower twice a week, so I put some new clothes on quickly. McKenzie was already awake and she was lying in her bed reading. After the last night, I felt a little nervous around her for some reason, but I quickly fixed my hair and got ready for breakfast, pretending like it all felt totally normal.

“Finally up there sleepyhead,” she finally said, putting her book down and jumping off the top bunk. She looked beautiful and I just smiled at her, “Come on, they unlocked the door ten minutes ago, let’s get breakfast,” she said. And as I was walking out the door she gave me a pinch on the butt. I jumped like ten feet in the air and turned around to watch her giggle, “Don’t be awkward, we’re just buddies,” she said. And we headed to breakfast.

It was strange, it felt 1000% more natural to be there on the second day. Don’t get me wrong, it was still very terrifying and everything. But it wasn’t AS terrifying. I sort of knew where everything was and I knew sort of what the routine would be. So I walked a little more easily with McKenzie to the lunch room. I got food and sat down at the same table with McKenzie, Prisha, and Clara. We talked a little bit and ate our food. I was finally hungry and ate the disgusting slop despite my gross-out. McKenzie didn’t say anything about sucking my dick, so I didn’t say anything either. Prisha and Clara just talked about their night, in their cell; listening to the couple in the room next to them have sex. It was a funny story, but I wondered who’d heard me getting my first blowjob.

Breakfast was actually kind of fun. It was like those high school lunches where you lucked out and got some friends with the same period. Then you’d all sit together and talk and gossip and everything. I felt sort of comfortable in this little clique. I don’t know why they wanted to hang out with me. Maybe it was only because I was roommates with McKenzie so they tried to be friends with me just because it was easier that way. Maybe it was because I was sort of famous (or infamous I guess). Whatever the reason, I felt like I was sort of hitting it off with them.

After lunch I was taken aside by a guard and told about my new job. It seemed that while I was required to go and clean up after breakfast and then help with the preparation of lunch. After that, I’d be allowed to eat lunch and then have free time in the afternoon as I had the day before. McKenzie, Clara, and Prisha all had their jobs at the same time as me, but none of them worked in the kitchen.

Now, I am not much of a cleaner or cook, but I did what I had to do. I scrubbed pans, I washed floors, I took stuff out of the freezer and dumped it into the microwave. I did all the things I was asked to do. The other girls I worked with seemed nice enough. There really weren’t any problems. After work, I ate lunch with my friends (yes, I was already sort of thinking of them that way) and I hung out before going to bed. It was a boring day, but it wasn’t horrible. Plus, I now knew exactly what my routine would be like, and that was comforting. My next three days were like this, nothing out of the ordinary.

As far as sex goes, McKenzie never mentioned the blowjob and no one else seemed to know. As far as everyone else went, I could still occasionally see and hear people having sex in their cells, but as I got used to it the place seemed way less sexualized than it appeared on the first day. I just figured it was like the outside world, you know, sex happens sometimes and it isn’t that big of a deal. It wasn’t until my first communal shower day that I learned exactly how wrong I was to think that.

Like I said, we only got showers every couple of days. I was supposed to get a shower after lunch, during my free time. I had a specific time and everything and it was with eight other girls. I was a little nervous. I mean, it was one thing for McKenzie to see me naked occasionally in the room, we were passed that now. But I was going to be in a shower with a bunch of girls I didn’t know. Plus I still had bad memories about the shower from my first day in prison. But I tried not to worry about it. I was going to have to do this twice a week for a decade and a half, I had to get used to it.

At the appointed time I lined up outside the common room. The nine of us stood quietly until the guard came and told us to follow her. We went out in the hallway and followed the route back towards the shower. I looked to see if I recognized çapa escort any of the girls I’d be showering with. I knew some to look at them, but I’d never met any of them. In a couple of minutes we were at the shower.

This was a different shower than the incoming shower. This was bigger. It was a big, rectangular room with a smaller, rectangular pillar in the center. The center pillar had several showerheads poking out of it. Around the perimeter of the room was a long bench. I saw the girls walking over to the bench to get undressed and put their clothes up. I walked around the pillar to the back of the room, I wanted to try to find some privacy, especially away from the guard (still didn’t trust the guards, not after Bethany).

I walked over to the bench on the opposite side of the room from the entrance. I looked around. I could see some girls starting to get undressed. I saw breasts, I saw asses, I saw cocks. I looked down. I took my shirt and my bra off and set them on the bench. Then, I took off my pants and finally my panties. I was completely naked. I stood up from the bench, walked over to the shower (staring directly at the showerhead) and started to clean myself. I don’t know what I thought; maybe I was thinking that if I respected everyone’s privacy they would respect mine. Whatever.

I had a soap on a rope I’d been issued and I quickly started to scrub my body. We had like 25 minutes to clean, but I was making record time. I covered my breasts and my stomach in suds and then rinsed it off. I soaped up my cock and my legs and scrubbing them well. I was just starting to feel like I was almost done when I heard it.

It wasn’t a loud sound. In any other situation, you might not even notice. It was more like a breathy whisper than anything else. But I was in the shower, so I knew something was weird. The acoustics in the shower can be weird, so first I turned to my left. There was a particularly large white girl with a tiny little cock scrubbing her pubes. Her eyes were closed but she didn’t appear to be making any noise. Instead I turned to my right, and saw it. Two girls were making out.

One was a small black girl. She was very short, probably my height (5’1) and around 110lbs. She had massive brown eyes, a small button nose, a very big mouth, and a dark black complexion. Her breasts were small, probably just A-cups, her stomach was not flat but it wasn’t fat, it was girlish. She had wide hips, muscular legs, and a 6 inch cock that was hard as a rock. The other girl was a tall, slim redhead. She had bright green eyes and a small spattering of freckles across her small nose. Her lips were very pink and her skin was incredibly white. Her hair was long and a dark red. She was around 5’8 and her breasts were large and alabaster, her hips narrow, and her feet dainty. She had a 5.5 inch cock that was just as hard as her girlfriend’s.

The two women were facing once another, their arms entwined. The redhead was looking down at the black girl, kissing her deeply on the mouth. The redhead’s breasts were sort of lying on top of the black girls breasts. They bodies were so close, their cocks were pressed together, with the black girl’s hard cock nestled in her lovers balls.

“We have to hurry Madeline, we only have 15 minutes,” the black girl whispered softly.

“Ellen, you are such a worrier!” Madeline said to the black girl and then kissed her deeply again. By this time I had forgotten what was going on. I was just standing; my soap on a rope in hand, watching what was going down.

I watched as Madeline and Ellen’s cocks rubbed together, the way their breasts rubbed together, when they kissed. I saw the way Madeline’s tongue dug into her lover’s mouth and the way Ellen’s hands moved over Madeline’s breasts. I loved the contrast in their skin colors, Ellen so dark and Madeline so pale. I loved the way the water beaded on their bodies and cascaded around them as they kissed. I couldn’t believe how hot it was. But I was vaguely aware that everyone else was just finishing up their showers, not paying attention. But my cock was getting hard, and I couldn’t help but keep watching.

Then Madeline did something I didn’t expect. She broke the kiss she was in and walked over and sat down on the bench next to her clothes. I turned and faced her, but kept my head in the shower, pretending like I was rinsing my hair. I half expected her to keep getting dressed, but she didn’t. Instead, she curled her index finger at Ellen, calling her forward.

Ellen walked over to Madeline and put her hands on her lover’s knees. Then she bent over and kissed Madeline deeply on the mouth. I was standing behind them, I looked at Ellen’s tight little ass when she bent over, saw the small brown picker of her asshole and saw her balls dangling between her legs. Somehow, this view was incredibly sexy to me. I wanted to put those balls in my mouth, I wanted to kiss that asshole. These were thoughts I’d never had before, but my cock topkapı escort was so hard, I wasn’t even really thinking anymore. I felt electric.

Ellen broke her kiss and then turned around. For a moment, I didn’t know what was going to happen, then I saw Madeline spread her legs wide. Around Ellen, I could see Madeline’s cock sitting up hard from her body, it was almost twitching in anticipation. Then I knew what would happen. I saw Madeline’s delicate white hands grab around Ellen’s dark skin at the swell of her waist. I watched as she carefully started to lower Ellen down.

My soap was still attached to my arm by the rope, but it was just lying by my hip now. My cock was aching as I watched the tip of Madeline’s pink dick press against Ellen’s asshole. Ellen had a look of extreme concentration on her face.

“Oh Christ Maddy!” Ellen moaned loudly and I saw that the tip of Madeline’s cock was in Ellen’s asshole. They were both so wet from the shower, Ellen’s body started to easily slide down Madeline’s cock. I watched as Madeline’s white dick slowly slipped into Ellen’s black body. Soon, Ellen was resting with her ass on Madeline’s balls. Madeline’s entire cock was buried in her lover’s asshole.

“Oh honey you are so tight,” Madeline said as she reached around Ellen’s body and rubbed her breasts. Ellen didn’t respond, she just moaned. Then she started to rock her body back and forth, milking Madeline’s cock with her body. She looked back over her shoulder and kissed Madeline deeply. Even as she did so, Madeline kept rubbing Ellen’s breasts, squeezing her nipples.

While she moved, Ellen’s cock bounced back and forth slapping her body. Her balls moved up and down on Madeline’s balls and the entire visual experience was undeniably sexy. I couldn’t help myself. I put my hand on my cock and started to gently stroke my dick. I didn’t squeeze too hard, the look was too sexy, I was almost ready to cum before I touched myself.

“Fuck my asshole baby, please!” Ellen moaned, grinding her hips into Madeline’s cock. At the same time her hands fell onto Madeline’s knees and I saw her nails digging into her lover’s skin. Ellen’s eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she moaned loudly. I hear Madeline’s grunting as she shoved her cock harder and harder in Ellen’s asshole. I saw Madeline’s breasts mashed against her lovers back as he leaned into her.

“Oh shit!” I hear Madeline groan and I watched her grip Ellen’s breasts tight. I watched as her cock slammed hard into to Ellen’s asshole and then I heard her moan loudly. Her entire body going limp. I knew she’d cum. But her cock was still buried in Ellen’s ass and Ellen was still grinding on it. Just then, Ellen’s eyes shot open and I saw she saw me. I quickly dropped my dick and grabbed my soap, but it didn’t fool her.

“Well Maddy, looks like we have an audience,” she said and then moaned as she grinded harder. Madeline didn’t seem to notice, she was gripping Ellen’s breasts and cooing gently, clearly enjoying a post-sexual buzz. I tried to turn away, but I knew I was caught. What was going to happen?

“Sorry,” I started.

“Don’t stop,” Ellen said, running her hands all over her body. It was clear from the look in her eye that she was about to cum, “get over her, I want you to keep jacking. I want you to cum on me while I have my baby’s cock in my ass.” She said in a low groan. For a moment I was frozen. Had she really just asked me that? I looked around. Everyone was finishing up their showers, pretending they didn’t see. The guard was out of sight and definitely out of mind.

I thought about turning and going towards my clothes, just getting dressed and leaving. But I looked over at Madeline and Ellen. I saw Ellen’s pretty face, watched her tongue roll across her lips, I saw Madeline’s white hands on Ellen’s black breasts, and I saw Madeline’s cock still buried deep in Ellen’s asshole. I needed to cum. I dropped my soap and starting rubbing my cock again.

“Good girl,” Ellen said, “come closer.” I was still about ten feet away from the lovers. For a moment, I just kept jacking myself off looking, but I started to move closer. I saw that Madeline’s cock was still hard in Ellen’s ass and that she was still grinding on it. I kept moving closer, all the while stroking my dick, feeling its heat and warmth and getting my fingers sticky from my roiling pre-cum.

I stopped walking when I was about two feet in front of Madeline and Ellen. I heard low moans and Madeline’s labored breathing. I could smell their sex and I could almost feel the heat coming off of their bodies. My eyes locked on Ellen’s. Her brown eyes seemed smoldering, they showed her internal sexual need. I was so horny when I saw them; I mean I can’t describe it.

Just looking at her put me over the edge. I squeezed my little cock hard and stroked it one last time. I arched my feet, standing up straight on my toes. I let out an involuntary grunt and then I felt the whole world go esenler escort white in a storm of pleasure. My entire body felt warm and I felt like I was vibrating. My cock was so sensitive, I took my hand from it and it quivered as it shot load after load of hot white cum. I opened my eyes as I was cumming and I watched as thick white ropes of sperm shot through the air and splattered on Ellen’s thigh and stomach. My white cum contrasted so nicely with Ellen’s dark skin, I could see every drop.

Ellen seemed to move as though struck as each little drip of cum splattered against her skin. She when the last of my seed splashed against her cock, she finally let out a loud scream. It wasn’t a word, it was just a raw sexual noise. And then suddenly, even though it had never been touched, Ellen’s cock exploded. A giant surge of white liquid shot from her cock and arched across the shower. It splashed against my tits with a wet sound. It was warm and slimy and I could feel it running down my body. More cum came, some against my feet, most hitting the shower floor.

I looked down at the cum on my breasts. It was the first time someone else’s cum touched me. I scooped a little bit of it up with my finger and looked at it closely. It was pearly and beautiful. I could smell it, and my mouth watered. I looked at Ellen and she was looking at me with a sort of dazed air. I scooped the cum into my mouth quickly. It was salty and familiar. I let it roll over my tongue, squishing it between my teeth and savoring the flavor, the texture, of Ellen’s seed.

I loved the taste. Soon, I was scouring my body, scooping up Ellen’s sperm and shoveling it into my mouth. I saw Ellen and Madeline watching me but I didn’t care. Finally, when I was certain that I’d gotten all the cum, I stepped back under the shower to rinse myself clean. Just as I finished, the showers shut off. My time was up. I walked back over to the bench and saw that Ellen and Madeline were already dressed.

“You’re a kinky one,” Ellen said smiling. I saw her eyes work over my body.

“Hey I recognize you,” Madeline said, “You’re that famous tranny from CNN.”

“I guess so,” I said, collecting my things. I didn’t know if I wanted to be remembered as the CNN tranny or the kinky girl. I don’t know what had come over me there. As soon as I’d finished eating the cum, I felt like I was back to normal. The person who did those things was not me. Not that I didn’t enjoy it. Oh I don’t know, it so weird and complicated.

“Well we…get together every shower. If you’re interested in watching,,” Ellen said and then she and Madeline got up, hand in hand, and walked out of the shower together.

And I was naked and alone in the shower. I was still a little stunned by all of this and I still had the taste of cum in my mouth and the visions of sex in my brain. Everything was just as weird as I feared it would be on the first day. But I didn’t have any choice, I quickly got dressed and left.

* * * * *

The next few days were pretty routine, but I was more wary. I can’t explain it really. It wasn’t like jacking off on those girls in the shower had been bad in any way. I mean, it was so sexy to see them together and cumming… hell who doesn’t love cumming? But I realized that I could slip into this illusion of sexual safety. Like, I am having enough fun watching people have sex and masturbating, I forgot how dangerous this place can be. So I still hung out with my friends and everything, but I tried not to talk or think about sex. Better to just deal with the awful routine of prison. I’d spent my entire life ignoring sex and ignoring my sex drive, I needed to keep that together here in prison. Just like on the outside, that was safer. Pat Robertson was right… Sex is bad.

Ignoring your thoughts is tough in prison. I mean waking up early, eating the terrible food, doing my job, killing time trying not to be bored, going to sleep when I wasn’t tired. The whole thing had a tendency to make you so numb and bored. And. Each. Day. Passed. So. Slowly. I mean, I was there for like two weeks and it felt like two years. My new friends could tell I was bummed, but what could they do? I just had to deal with it.

But my subconscious wouldn’t let me forget. Once the genie is out of the bottle, I guess it is hard to put it back in. I hadn’t dreamed since I’d first been arrested for assault. Night was just a long blank that I woke up from. When I was out of prison, when I was chasing my career, I had the same dream every night. I was the biggest fucking deal in the world. I would sell out stadiums and I would sing my music and people would sing along. I’d hear my shit on the radio and I’d have more money than God. And I loved that dream. I was just the pretty girl who could sing. Not the homicidal tranny.

But my new dreams were different, darker, and somehow more real and satisfying. I was having sex dreams every night. The dreams were different, but the result was the same. I was getting fucked by girls in the prison with me. I know, shocker right, but there I was and it would be different girls all the time. I’d see their cocks buried in my ass and I’d see their lips wrapped around my balls. And I’d wake up with a massive hard-on. I didn’t know what to think about my sudden change in dreams, but it scared me. And excited me.

Chapter 28

Marcy had spent some time looking up the places on the list. They ranged from porn theatres, sexshops, strip clubs, seedy bars, motels, an escort club and even a couple of truck stop restrooms. All of them gave her the creeps. None looked like a place she wanted to get near, but she had to suck four cocks or she would be screwed.

Then all of a sudden an idea hit her. There seemed to be a lot of sexshops on her blackmailers list so maybe that sexshop Lisa had taken her to would have a glory hole as well. The girl who ran that store at least seemed nice and she took a lot of pride in her store and products so maybe she would have a somewhat decent gloryhole. In any case it was worth a try, not like there were better options.

Sighing deeply Marcy stepped on the bus in the direction of that sexshop. Another bus ride meant another creep eyeing her up all the time. It really seemed like she was dragging someone’s fancy everywhere she went. The people eyeing her up weren’t necessarily creeps, but to Marcy their looks creeped her out, even though she had often done the same thing back when she was Mark when she caught a bus with a pretty girl on it.

She was relieved when she noticed the guy who had been eyeing her up got off two stops before she had to get off. She didn’t even want to think about him getting off at the same stop and seeing her enter a sexshop. What if he would follow her inside and position himself on the other end of that glory hole? The thought alone made her shudder.

Not that it would actually matter in the bigger scheme of things. It wasn’t like the guys who would be coming to a gloryhole would be any less creepy, at least not as far as Marcy was concerned. Any male attention was creepy to her since she wasn’t into men at all.

With a heavy heart Marcy approached the sexshop, dreading what she had to do. That same eccentric woman from their first visit was standing behind the counter, a smile instantly spread across her face as she spotted Marcy entering the store.

“Aaah Marcy, is that you? God you’ve changed since I last saw you, and in a good way I mean. Your hair is so pretty and that outfit suits you so much better than those baggy things you wore last time. It’s so great that you’re finally embracing your true self.” Chelsea said loudly as she walked out from behind the counter. Her voice carried trough the whole store and much to Marcy’s embarrassment it drew the attention from the few clients browsing the store. It wasn’t something Chelsea seemed to be worried about at all.

Marcy wasn’t all to happy to hear about how much she had changed, she hated it, but she couldn’t really tell Chelsea now could she? She wasn’t the only one who looked changed though. Chelsea looked completely different as well. Her neon pink hair, piercings and tattoos remained, but her outfit had gone from though girl with her heavy boots to a style that could best be described as business kinky.

Chelsea was wearing a white blouse that seemed just a little too tight in the chest, showing a hint of her pierced nipples poking through it was paired with a knee length black latex skirt, a pair of nude stockings with a black back seam and a pair of very high patent leather stiletto heels. Chelsea had always loved a ton of different outfits, it was her way of expressing herself and changing up her look as she had taken on her neon pink hairdo with a side shave as her permanent hairdo after years of experimenting. Right now it had kind of become her trademark.

Walking up to Marcy she greeted the sissy with a tight hug before surprising her by planting an aggressive kiss on her lips, wiggling her tongue between Marcy’s lips and making passionately making out with her for a few seconds before pulling back with a big grin. “Oh my god Marcy, you’ve gotten yourself a tongue stud as well! I wonder what it feels like, I bet it makes you very popular with all the boys and girls.” Chelsea said with a wink thinking how cute it was that Marcy blushed that hard.

“Talking about what it feels like, we really have to plan that get together with your girlfriend sometime cause if we wait too long it might not happen at all.” Chelsea firmly stated, making it clear that she did in fact remember Marcy had a girlfriend despite the rather intense greeting kiss. Chelsea didn’t really think anything of it since Marcy’s last visit had proven their relationship was quite open and Marcy hadn’t protested either. To Chelsea this was quite normal behaviour after having rejected society’s judgement.

“Anyways, I guess you didn’t just come here to plan out get together so tell me, what did you come here for Marcy? Whatever it is I’ll be glad to help you.” Chelsea said with a friendly smile and she meant it. She loved kink and she loved dominating people, but for her it wasn’t just about the power it always was about creating a mutual fun experience.

Marcy was nervous admitting what she was actually here for, but she osmanbey escort kept telling herself that a gloryhole here would be better than any other option. “I… I was wondering if you had a glory hole in your store.” She eventually stammered out.

Instead of Chelsea it was Marcy who was shocked. She was shocked that Chelsea wasn’t shocked about her question but just gave her a smile. As shocked as she was she was also relieved though. This was the first time she had spoken up after getting her piercing and she didn’t lisp at all. Suzan had kept her word after all.

“Of course my store has one sweetie, every self-respecting sexshop should have one but that’s just my opinion. Gloryholes are great in so many ways, they allow people to experience the fantasy of using a stranger, or serving a stranger and all of that with a wall separating the two keeping it anonymous and safe to enjoy without the fear of being judged.” Chelsea said with an enthusiasm Marcy didn’t share.

Taking Marcy’s arm she started guiding her deeper into the store as she carried on. “Like with everything there are some risks involved though, some people might have an STD, or become aggressive towards the serving one, demanding more or just wanting to get a good look at who’s on the other side of that hole.” She carried on.

“Don’t worry about that though sweetie. I’ve made sure to make my glory hole perfectly safe. All the owners of those cocks have had to register with me and provide a document that they are disease free. The registering had an added benefit that those who wished could leave their phone number with me so they’ll automatically be notified when someone is in the gloryhole booth ready to serve.” Chelsea continued.

Seeing how this worried Marcy a little she explained. “I won’t say who or what is in that gloryhole booth though, just that the booth is ready to receive cock. Trust me it’s way better for everyone involved. It eliminates either side of the hole having to wait for too long.”

After their short walk to the back of the store Chelsea lead Marcy to the back of the couple of changing rooms. The last two stalls in the row of six had a neon sign reading “gloryhole” hanging above them. The left stall had the word “cock” written on the door while the right stall had the word “sucker” on it.

Opening the door with the word sucker on it Marcy was surprised by the inside. It looked quiet cosy actually, it was rather spacious, and the walls were painted a soft pink. One corner had a comfortable chair in it facing a screen. The floor was vinyl covered with one large thick pillow resting on the floor at the common wall. At about crotch level there was a pair of red silicon lips surrounding a hole in that wall. A couple inches above and under that pair of lips there seemed to be a wide rubber strip.

“For comfort I have installed this silicon border at both ends so your lips or the other person’s cock doesn’t hurt from rubbing against the wooden wall. Between the lips a silicon membrane is fixed working kind of like valve. Something hard can squeeze through, but it closes around it so there is no peeking through the hole possible either providing both parties with maximum anonymity. The rubber strip above and underneath makes the hole in the wall which actually is a ring adjustable in height. The rubber is just there so there is no peeking possible.” Chelsea explained the most important feature of the room.

“As you can see the pillow is covered in white fabric. It’s disposable and we kindly ask all of our pleasers to change it after they’re done using the gloryhole. We also ask to use these disinfecting wipes to clean the silicon lips at your side, the leather of the chair and the touch screen in front of it. Cleanliness is a priority here at my store and if either I or the next sucker notices you have left this place behind dirty you get a warning. If it happens a second time then I’m sorry to say so, but you’ll be blacklisted from using the gloryhole booth again. Not that I’m expecting any problems.” Chelsea said.

“Now for added safety this door locks from the inside and will only open once you allow it to. If anyone on the other side is persistent camping out of the door making demands however you can push this panic button and I’ll come to your aid. I don’t expect any problems as I warn all the cocks that if it happens they get blacklisted as well. The button next to it is for if you really want to decline a cock, but please only use that one if it is necessary because of cleanliness. This last button is for when you’re done so the door at the cock side won’t open anymore so no new guy would pop in and get dissapointed. I would like to urge you not to decline cocks except for if they aren’t washed properly though otherwise the purpose of the gloryhole kind of is defeated. If a cock is too big you can just take as much as you can. There is no need to over do yourself.” Chelsea kağıthane escort explained.

“Last but not least we have the chair and this touch screen. It automatically directs you to Pornhub and it’s logged in on the sucker account of my store with a premium account to give you full access to everything you might need to get in the mood or fill time when a cock doesn’t immediately appear. While the watch history is deleted each time the suggestions still give a view on what kind of videos are most popular by your fellow suckers. Just for inspiration’s sake.” Chelsea finalised her explanation of the booth.

“So if you have no more questions then I guess all I have to say is have fun and enjoy your cocks. I can imagine you want to take that piercing for a test run.” Chelsea said, seeing how Marcy didn’t appear to want to say anything she just left with a wink

Marcy was completely stunned, apparently decent gloryholes did exist and this certainly was as good as she could imagine this task getting. Like last time Chelsea had been very nice to her and completely non judgemental. She probably was the only person right now who didn’t seem to push or want anything from her.

Even Lisa was far pushier, but then again Lisa only wanted what she genuinely thought was best for her right? It was all Linda’s fault for telling her she really wanted to be a sissy and corrupting her with how she should treat her. After the things Lisa had walked in on it was understandable that she didn’t believe that she didn’t want this at all. In that regard Linda was far more believable as sad as it was.

Quickly locking the door of the stall behind her it suddenly dawned on Marcy that Chelsea had automatically assumed she was here to suck cock when she asked about the gloryhole. When asking about the gloryhole Marcy hadn’t specified what her goal for the gloryhole was and although it was her goal to suck cock here it was still more than a little embarrassing Chelsea hadn’t even questioned that.

Nervously Marcy sat down on the chair, waiting for her very first cock, torn between wanting it to be over quickly, and not wanting a cock to appear at all. If she wanted to cum though cocks would better start appearing before it would be time to head home though. One thing was for certain though. She didn’t plan on watching porn, being horny enough as it stood already. She couldn’t possibly masturbate anyways.

Getting her phone Ready Marcy nervously looked over the list she had been sent again. This place certainly seemed like the best option, safe, anonymous so no one would pester her about it and not having to see the guy behind the cock actually would make it somewhat more bearable. If it was just a cock coming out a wall she could imagine it was her dildo.

That being said Marcy still let out a surprised shriek when after a few minutes an actual cock poked through that hole. Sure she had come here for this exact reason yet it was still shocking and surprising when she was confronted by the actual thing. The only real cock she had seen up until now was the one of Carlos. After all her blackmailer had made her wear those contacts when using her.

As far as cocks went the one poking through the hole was nothing special. It was average in every sense of the word looking no bigger than six inches, maybe even just five. It looked smaller than her own cock when she had last seen it hard which right now seemed like an eternity ago. The cock wasn’t exactly fat either. It was just an ordinary cut white cock although the owner did look very excited as it was rock hard and already glistening with precum.

Blushing heavily Marcy set her phone up on the chair to record, it made her feel like some kind of pornstar and even more self-conscious about what she was going to do. It wasn’t like she had a choice though. Sucking cock was something she didn’t want to do to begin with and not getting the proper proof that she had done it would just cause this one not to count, something she wanted to avoid at all costs.

With her phone set on recording Marcy reluctantly knelt down on the pillow in front of the gloryhole and took the cock poking through the wall between her lips. It had a slight salty musky taste due to the precum, but nothing more. Unlike her blackmailer’s cock this one was cleanly washed. It only offered a slight relief though as having a cock in her mouth alone was enough to gross her out.

Wanting this to be over with as fast as possible Marcy rapidly bobbed her head up and down the length of the shaft, having no trouble deepthroating this cock which was significantly smaller than the dildo she trained with.

“Mmm oh god! Fuck yes swallow my cock you eager little slut. If you keep going like that I have a nice and creamy surprise for you in a few moments.” The person on the other side of the wall moaned out much to Marcy’s shock making her stop for just a moment.

“Oh merter escort you’re one of those cockteasers are you? Well two can play this game. Judging from how eager you were to start sucking I can tell you’re just dying for a nice big load of cum. So get back to it or I’m giving this load to another slut.” The man at the other end of the hole continued his dirty talk, obviously lost in a fantasy of his. It made Marcy rather uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to risk having sucked this cock for nothing so far so she got on with her bobbing.

“That’s it baby, I knew you couldn’t turn down this juicy load I’ve been cooking up for you. Just keep going nice and steady and it’s yours you cum hungry slut.” The man moaned, his breath slightly stocking in his throat. From the twitching of his cock in her mouth she could tell he was getting of on talking dirty like this.

Only a minute later the man let out a loud grunt exclaiming. “Mmm here comes your tip baby, You’ve earned every last drop of it.” Before his cock tensed up and he shot his load into Marcy’s mouth. Flooding it with his warm salty cum. Marcy groaned softly, disgusted by the sticky strong tasting mess in her mouth, but at least it meant that the first cock of her ordeal was finally done. One down only three more to go. She thought as she turned her face to her phone camera, showing off the load in her mouth before forcing herself to swallow the slimy mess.

It made her shudder in disgust but she didn’t want to risk her blackmailer telling her he wasn’t sure that this guy had came so it didn’t count. She hadn’t been explicitly told to show of the load, or even swallow, but she didn’t want to screw up at all and risk having to suck yet another cock.

While she stopped the recording, the rapidly flaccid growing cock retreated through the hole. It was followed by the sound of a fly being zipped up, a quick rubbing of the hole at his side and then the door unlocking and closing again. Without another word the guy at the other end had just left after depositing his load. Not that she wanted to hear anymore from him, but it made her feel even more used.

Looking at the time stamp on the video she had just made this encounter had lasted just short of three minutes. The guy really hadn’t lasted long much to her relief and she hoped all following guys would be the same so she could get out of here quickly.

Sitting back into the comfortable chair Marcy send the video her blackmailers way before staring in the void, she couldn’t quite come to terms that she had really done this, yet with her location and the taste of cum still strong in her mouth it was hard to deny. Next time she really should take along some candy or a soda so she could wash away that filthy taste.

A few minutes later a text message arrived reading. “Good job Marcy, only three more cocks to go and you can get yourself an orgasm. Of course if you want to suck more you can always stay there even longer. I only have two remarks, one your sucking seemed a little rushed, and two you didn’t thank that nice man for his cum or for offering you his cock. So for your next cum donator I want you to thank him for offering his cock at the start and thank him for his cum afterwards. Also so you wouldn’t rush it and just because you can use the practice I want you to ask all the next cocks coming by to give you instructions on how to suck. Tell them you would love to learn how to become a better cock sucker or something. If you fail to follow these guidelines that cock won’t count.”

Marcy was shocked, these added instructions would make her that much worse, but like with everything lately it wasn’t like she had much of a choice. It was either follow these instructions now or only following them later and having to suck a lot more cocks as a result. She already knew that protesting wouldn’t do her any favours.

She didn’t have a lot of time to worry about the new instructions as soon after that text message a new cock pressed through the hole. This one looked nearly as big as her dildo and it was pitch black, cut with a dark purple head. It shocked Marcy way more than that first cock had. Although a cock was a cock this black cock looked so much more alien to her than the white one before did. This was mainly because it was the first time ever she saw a black cock. She had never even seen one in porn as she had always avoided porn with black pornstars, either male or female. They were just kind of a turn off for her yet now she was confronted by a very real black cock she had to service.

For a moment she considred pressing the rejection button, but she was afraid that might earn her a warning from Chelsea who seemed very openminded and accepting of everyone no matter their race, gender or age. She didn’t want Chelsea to think she was a racist and so she just set her phone back to recording.

With the camera turned on Marcy turned to the cock and nervously started her new required thank you speech. “Thank you sir for offering me your cock. Would you please be so kind as to tell me how you would like it sucked? I would love to learn how to become a better cocksucker and I would love your help to reach that goal.” Marcy asked deeply embarrassed over having grovel like this for a cock she didn’t even want to suck to begin with.

So after giving daddy a very passionate kiss good night, in which he grabbed both of our butts and pushed us into his mouth, Kelly and I went back to our bedroom together. We walked down the hall hand in hand and once inside our door she pinned me against the door and kissed me.

“How was your first day as my sister?”

“It is more than I have ever imagined. I love being a girl and your sister even more. I don’t want to go back being dad’s and mom’s son. I want to be the family’s brand new girl. I have always loved the clothes, but now I love being treated like a girl by everyone as well. I also think I like cock.”

A devilish smile appeared on her face but she quickly said “Good. I was really hoping you would. Now why don’t you take off that outfit and let’s go take a shower.”

I unbuttoned the white blouse and dropped my skirt leaving me in my panties, bra and stockings. I removed them as well careful not to rip the stockings. My sister did the same and we scooted off towards the bathroom.

She hopped in and I followed. We grabbed each other and began making out and she ran her hands all over me as I did the same. My sister then said, “God I just want more of you.”

With that she began kissing down the front of my body. She beyoğlu escort went from my lips to nibbling on my ear and then sucking on my neck, but not enough to leave a hickey. She kissed down my chest and teased my nipples with her teeth. She laid soft kisses on my stomach before she worked her way to my dick which was now fully erect.

She took it into her mouth by kissing the tip then sucking the head and working it in further. With one hand she tickled my balls and stroked it with the other. She deep throated it a couple times and it wasn’t long until I felt her reach around and start putting a couple fingers in my butt.

Immediately upon doing so I started cumming into her mouth. Spurt after spurt exploded from my dick, as she kept her mouth just an inch away from the tip, taking it all in her mouth. I looked down at her and she swallowed it all in one gulp. She came up to kiss me again and I got a lingering taste of my own cum.

We then focused on our shower getting ourselves clean and hopefully avoiding get all pruney. Though, we did take turns cleaning each other’s butt holes with a soapy finger.

We dried off and went back into the bedroom where my sister got a purple and white satin cihangir escort chemise and matching panties. I put them on as she slipped on a white babydoll and panties.

We hopped onto the bed and she moved to sit in between my legs with her back to me and asked me to brush her hair. She said she would soon do the same for me when my hair got long enough.

After doing that for a while she spun around and pushed me back on the bed. She pulled my panties down to release my cock and I just laid there with a look of astonishment as she started to straddle me. She slid her panties to the side as she lowered her pussy onto my cock. She had this devilish smile on her face but her eyes had a soft look to them. “Is this the first time you have had your cock in someone sis?”

I moaned, “Yes it is sis.”

“Well I hope you will also like pussy to sis. I love men but I also love women too.”

She began to bounce up and down on my dick but it wasn’t a fast pace I was expecting. Instead she ground her pussy onto my dick slowly and deeply. She lowered herself onto me over and over. She was moaning and even though her eyes were closed she was looking at the sky. It wasn’t that much later when she lowered ortaköy escort her body onto mine and looking me in the eyes for a bit. She just looked at me but that stare was shortlived as she soon put her lips to mine.

It was a passionate, but soft kiss. They were playful but intentional. They were short but they didn’t stop coming. They almost drew my attention away from what kept enveloping my dick over and over again.

This went on for a while as I had more stamina this time around. When I did cum, she had sank all the way onto my dick and I heard her say, “cum for me sis, fill my pussy with your cum.”

I did just as she instructed and I think I let loose the biggest one of the day. Maybe it wasn’t but it was the most enjoyable ejaculation of the day. She rose back up as I came, but she came back down for another kiss.

She rolled over and lay on her back beside me. We both just stared at the ceiling for what felt like an eternity but was actually only a couple minutes. I reached down and pulled my panties back up and over my softening penis. She rolled over on her side and nestled into me.

“Get some sleep sis as we have a big day tomorrow. Mom and I are going to take you shopping and we got a few more things to do as well.”

We fell asleep holding each other. I fell asleep with a million things running through mind. I wondered what they had planned for me and a million possibilities flew thru my mind. But I knew that I would have the love of my family and with that I drifted off to sleep and to dream about all the things a girl like me would do.

Just five days had passed since my last session with my slave Candy and already I was yearning for his sexy body again. I was in need of another meeting and had something special planned for it. I called Candy’s phone and just like previously he answered before it could ring twice and greeted me anxiously.

“Hello Mistress Cheyenne,” Candy said as he answered his phone.

“Hello slave Candy,” I replied.”I want you to be at my house tonight at 8 PM and this time I want you wearing nothing but the skimpiest, sultriest lingerie you can find.Is that understood?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress,” he quickly responded.

Before he could say anything else I hung up the phone and decided to start prepping for the evening. I had a special surprise in store for my little slut Candy tonight. I would be inviting over another sexy friend of mine by the name Shawn.

Shawn was a tall guy, with dark hair, brown eyes and a great body. He was also going to serve as my slave for the evening. I had instructed him to come by about 20 minutes before Candy would arrive so I would have a little time to get him ready.

The outfit I chose for myself was a black one piece vinyl teddy with a thong back and snap away crotch. I was wearing some full legged fishnets and a pair of black spiked heels. I wore a black wig with dark blue eye shadow, dark red lip stick, and heavy glitter on my face and body.

When Shawn arrived I answered the door already dressed for the evening, and upon first sight of me, his jaw dropped open. Shawn had never seen me fully dressed up before because we had never actually been intimate, but had discussed it plenty.

“Wow, you look so fucking hot,” Shawn said, staring at me.

I put my hand on his chest and pushed him into the wall then began kissing him passionately on the mouth.

After a few moments, I pulled away and said, “Don’t ever speak without permission again you little slut. And my name is Mistress Cheyenne!”

Shawn looked a bit startled at first but I could tell by the bulge in his pants this was only turning him on.

“Now strip naked,” I commanded him.

Shawn looked a bit nervous but he did as told and started removing his clothes till he was completely naked. I walked a slow circle around him examining his tone muscular body. Standing behind him, I reached around put my hands on his chest and slowly moved them down towards his already hard cock.

Shawn had and extremely large dick. It had to be close to nine inches and it was thick. The thought of his muscular hands all over me and his huge cock violating every opening on my body made me extremely horny and I found it difficult to control myself. But I knew Candy would be arriving any moment and then the real fun would start.

I made Shawn put a collar on around his neck and then had him wear just a pair of tight black mesh shorts that barely contained his massive cock and firm muscular ass. As soon as Shawn finished sliding on the shorts we heard a knock at the door.

“Go get the door slut,” I commanded Shawn as I gave him a small slap on the ass.

When Shawn opened the door, I could see a look of shock on Candy’s face when he was greated by a sexy half-naked stranger. Candy was wearing a long brown coat but I could see he had on a black shoulder length wig and some matching black heels.

“Shawn, why don’t you take that coat off of Candy,” I commanded.

“Yes Mistress,” Shawn replied as he started to remove Candy’s coat.

Underneath the long coat Candy was dressed in a black lace teddy and thigh high stocking fastened to a garter belt. He looked as sexy as always. Long smooth legs riding up to his narrow mecidiyeköy escort waist, his sexy round ass divided by his thong back, and his bright green eyes accented by his dark hair and clothes.

“Well Shawn, do you think Candy looks sexy?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress, very much so,” he replied.

“Touch him then,” I ordered Shawn.

I watched as he started using his hands to explore Candy’s petite, half naked body. Shawn started touching Candy’s arms and gently began working his down to his thighs and ass. I could see that Candy was beginning to get really horny because his hips were starting to move about and subtle moans were coming from his mouth.

“Good Shawn,” I said. “Now Candy get down on your knees in front of him,” I ordered.

Obeying like a good slave Candy immediately dropped to his knees and waited for my next command. Looking down I could see that Shawn’s hard cock was fighting to get free of its mesh prison.

“Candy, remove Shawn’s shorts,” I commanded as I walked over and started rubbing my hands all over Shawn’s hot naked flesh.

I watched closely as Candy slowly removed Shawn’s underwear, causing his large cock to come springing out. I saw Candy’s eyes light up as he stared intently at Shawn’s near perfect dick.

“Doesn’t he have a beautiful cock Candy?” I asked.

“Yes Mistress,” said Candy. “It’s so big.”

Then I moved over and stood between Shawn and Candy bending over and sticking my ass in Candy’s face. I reached back and unsnapped the crotch to my teddy, releasing the thong, I began slowly rubbing my ass on Candy’s face for a few seconds before reaching back and tearing away the fishnet stockings that were covering my ass.

“Now eat me eat out slut!”

Candy gently put his hands on my ass and started licking me up and down, just barely grazing the hole to tease me. Then without warning he plunged his tongue as far in as he could, causing me to rear back into him and cry out, “Ahhh..”

The temptation of Shawn’s giant cock right in front of my face was too hard to resist. I grabbed it with both hands, squeezing tightly around the base, and then put my soft lips around it, taking as much of him as I could. The thickness of it made it hard to keep my mouth around it at first but soon I was bobbing all the way up and down. The size of his dick was causing me to gag but it did not cause me to slow down.

The simultaneous pleasure of Candy fucking my ass with his sweet tongue and Shawn’s beautiful cock sliding in and out of my mouth was too much to handle. Unable to resist my urges anymore I pulled away from both of them and laid down onto the bed. With my asshole wet from Candy’s saliva and Shawn’s cock raging still from me sucking him off, I commanded Shawn over.

” Now I want you to fuck me like a dirty little slut!” I commanded him.

As he scooted up between my thighs, Shawn grabbed both of my legs and lifted them up over his shoulders. I looked over at Candy and said, “I want you to watch this and stroke yourself.”

“Yes Mistress,” Candy replied as he spread his legs and slowly started rubbing his cock.

“Don’t you dare cum either Bitch!” I said as Shawn prepared to fuck me.

With my legs resting on Shawn’s muscular shoulders he started rubbing the head of his cock around my asshole. I eagerly started moving my hips in a small circle trying to guide his hard dick in me, but Shawn just pulled back trying to tease me. I was laying there, holding my breath anticipating that first moment of penetration, as the head of his cock massaged my tight hole when without warning Shawn buried his nişantaşı escort massive shaft as far into my ass as he could forcing me to gasp and scream out loud.

“Oh god!!!” I shouted out unable to even think clearly now.

All I could think about was how amazing his cock felt slamming down into me. I could feel it swelling up and getting harder as he made his first couple strokes. It didn’t take long before Shawn had my ankles behind my head and was pounding away at me as hard as he could. His dick was ramming in and out of me so hard and fast I couldn’t even speak or think. All I could do was lay there and scream and moan. Occasionally I would look over at Candy and see a look of both lust and envy in his eyes while he sat spread eagle stroking his hard cock, watching his Mistress get fucked by another slave.

After several long minutes, Shawn flipped me over into the doggy style position and started fucking me even harder. His big strong hands would pull back on my slim waist as he would thrust his huge cock into my ass over and over.

“Oh fuck your ass is so tight!” Shawn cried out.

“Oh yes…ah… fuck me!” was all I was able to shout back.

Then I heard Shawn start moaning, and I could feel his big dick swelling as he got ready to cum. Then with a loud “Ohhh” he started to shoot his massive load into me. I could feel him spraying huge wads into me over and over. It felt like he was cumming forever. His hot sperm filled my hole quickly and was starting to run out and down onto my balls as he kept slamming his cock in and out of me.

“Oh fuck!” he shouted out as his last bit of cum shot into me.

After half falling forward, Shawn was leaning over me, resting on my back, his semi limp but still big cock inside of me. Breathing heavily, I gathered my composure and said, “You came without permission and now you are going to be punished.”

“I’m sorry mistress I didn’t know,” he pleaded.

Still in the doggy style position I commanded Candy over to us.

“Move aside and watch Shawn,” I said.

“Candy, I want you to fuck me until you cum,” I ordered.

“Yes Mistress Cheyenne,” Candy replied with a surprised but pleased look.

With my ass still wet and leaking out Shawn’s cum Candy got behind me and slid his hard cock in me. He had his hands around my waist and was guiding me to his quick rhythm. Candy’s hands had a much softer and gentler touch them but he fucked me just as ferociously as Shawn had.

“Oh Mistress, your ass is so sexy!” Candy shouted out in ecstasy.

I looked over and saw Shawn watching closely as Candy fucked me. His cock had hardened again and he was stroking it while biting on his lip as he watched Candy’s firm dick moving in and out of me. Seeing Shawn get that horny just watching me get fucked caused me to get a little wilder. I started rearing my hips back into Candy as hard as I could and shouted out “Fuck me harder you Bitch!”

I felt Candy’s hands tighten around my waist as he started fucking me faster and harder.

“Oh yes… Oh yes… Oh yes… Fuck my ass!!!!” I cried.

“Mist…ress…I’m gonna…cum!” Candy shouted out.

Anxious to receive Candy’s hot juices I started moving my hips faster and faster, grinding on his throbbing cock.

“CUM IN ME!!!” I screamed as I felt his hot load start filling my hole.

“Oh God!!!” we both screamed out as Candy buried his dick deep inside of me shooting his last bit of cum in me.

Trying to catch my breath, I turned and looked back at Candy, giving him a sly smile then saying,”Now get your cock out of me slave!”

Candy etiler escort pulled his semi-hard cock out of my ass and plopped back down onto the bed. I looked over to Shawn and motioned for him to over.

“Shawn, get your slutty ass over here and clean me up.”

Shawn stood up quickly and came and knelt down behind me. He gave my ass a firm slap with his hand and then pulled my cheeks apart. He sat there and stared at my hole for a moment, now leaking a mixture of both Shawn and Candy’s cum, then leaned forward and began eating me out.

“Oh yes,” I said as I felt his firm moist tongue massaging my tight asshole.

Shawn’s tongue felt amazing, moving in and out and all around my wet hole, occasionally reaching up and smacking my bare ass with his hand.

Reaching over I grabbed Candy and guided him in front of me.

“Bend over slut,” I commanded.

Candy leaned over and stuck his gorgeous ass in my face and without any delay I started licking his hole and gently fingering him. I was loving my position sandwiched between Shawn’s masculine body and Candy’s petite frame but now I wanted to watch.

“Shawn,” I said coyly.

Removing his face from my ass and then taking a deep breath he said, “Yes Mistress?”

“I want you to fuck Candy as hard as you can,” I commanded.

Shawn answered excitedly, “Yes Mistress Cheyenne.”

“Candy, get on your back,” I said pointing at the bed.

More than happy to obey, Candy quickly ran over and laid down spreading his legs, eager to take Shawn’s huge cock. Shawn walked over and grabbed Candy’s legs, raised them up, and then grabbed his cock and slammed it in Candy’s ass. Thrusting forward Shawn tried to fit as much of his dick in Candy’s hole as he could.

“Ahhhhh!” Candy screamed out arching his back.

Shawn immediately started ramming his cock into Candy’s tight ass as hard as he could. Grunting as he tried to get faster and harder with each stroke. Candy’s heels were moving wildly in the air as he screamed out over and over while Shawn’s giant cock slammed in and out of his ass.

I got behind Shawn and started slapping his ass as hard as I could shouting, “Fuck him harder you little Bitch!”

I climbed up on the bed and straddled Candy’s face smothering him with ass.

“Eat my ass you little slut!” I said as I grinded back and forth on Candy’s face.

Candy tried as best he could to worship my ass with his tongue but Shawn’s cock pounding into him over and over was making it hard for him to concentrate. I leaned forward and then took Candy’s cock into my mouth and began sucking on it while Shawn fucked him.

Candy’s dick was not quite fully hard but it took almost no time for him to start cumming in my mouth. His hot milky load filled my cheeks and started dripping down my chin. By this time I had grown quite fond of Candy’s sweet juices so I kept sucking on his cock.

“Mistress may I cum?” Shawn muttered out the best he could, his face red with restraint.

“Yes pull out and shoot it on both of us,” I ordered him.

Pulling back and grabbing his cock, Shawn began shooting a huge load over Candy’s stomach. I was still leaning forward with my ass in Candy’s face so some of Shawn’s hot cum was hitting me as well. I leaned down and started licking the cream off of Candy’s stomach.

After a few seconds I told Shawn to go lay by Candy and then I rolled off and got in between them. Then as the three of us laid there, all wet with cum, saliva, and sweat we started kissing each other passionately.

After making out for a bit, I gently pushed them both away as I laid back down and commanded them to get dressed and leave immediately. With a few sighs of disappointment but no argument both Shawn and Candy got dressed and went to the door.

“Slaves!” I called as they were walking out the door.

“Yes Mistress,” they both said, turning around with eager looks on their faces.

“If I need either of you again, I’ll call…” I said with a smile.

My senior year of college was very uneventful and basically the same as my junior year minus having Kevin fucking me. My dorm mate was a nerdy, engineering major and very intelligent with a very high IQ, but no social skills what so ever. I suspected he was more of a virgin with girls than I was. I often thought it would be sexy to dress as Natalie one day and he comes into the dorm room and I seduce him, but he was not the type of male I was attracted to at all. I liked masculine, strong men and Allen was not that type.

I missed Kevin more than I thought I would but I never heard from him again and realized I was just a fuck for him and nothing more. He used me for sex and that hurt a little but he also helped me realize what I was; a sissy, feminine, cross dresser who was bi-sexual and for that I could not be mad at him. Yes I considered myself bi-sexual since I did enjoy having intimate relations with my girlfriend Jennifer even if it was still limited to just oral sex and I noticed other attractive girls in a desirable way, but I also looked at men differently now. I lusted after masculine men I came in contact with and wanted to dress up as Natalie for them and let them fuck me like a girl. After my summer of being able to be Natalie every day for James and sometimes Steve, my desire to be her only increased. Even with girls my sexual desires became different.

While I was attracted to girls I did not want to be their male lover; instead I fantasized about being Natalie when I was with them and being their lesbian lover with a penis. I fantasized how I would dress and be all pretty for them and how they would fuck me with a strap on dildo sex toy. I even desired that from my beautiful girlfriend when we had our intimate moments. Something that I knew would never come true since Jennifer was very prudish when it came to sex. Oh she enjoyed sucking my little cock and me going down on her; when we had our sex it was her that initiated it every time but that was all she did and let me do to her. I knew I could never let her in on my secret; if she found out she would leave me and that I could not handle. I would rather go through my life with her keeping my secret and not being fulfilled both sexually and emotionally than to not have her in my life. I was very dependent on my girlfriend.

Jennifer moved into an off campus apartment with a couple of her friends and resumed her college life as well. She went out often with her friends to parties or clubs and even made the hour and a half drive to Atlanta with her friends on occasion to go to clubs. I spent the night with her a few times when she allowed me to.

The summer I spent with James and being his “trophy wife” as we played house together only increased my desire to be Natalie, but I never really had the chance to. After our winter break from college I did “cheat” on my girlfriend with another man. I went to a local gay club as Nathan a few times in hopes of meeting someone and my third time there I did. His name was Rick and he was twenty-nine and totally gay, but a masculine top gay man. He was cute and nice and the first night I met him he took me back to his apartment and fucked me. It was great! He liked the twink type males like me, but he did not like crossdressers. When I suggested how I could dress for him in girl clothes he told me that was not what he was into, “If I wanted to fuck a girl I would not be gay”, he had told me. He also would get annoyed by my feminine manners when we went out and around his friends. He would tell me to stop acting like such a sissy and I was embarrassing him. The relationship did not last long. While I enjoyed him fucking me I felt unfulfilled emotionally since I could not be Natalie.

After Rick I just came to the conclusion that the previous year was just a fantasy and I would only dress as Natalie when I knew I was going to be alone; I even stopped removing the hair on my body. Over Christmas Jennifer and I got officially engaged and I reconciled with my parents so it was a wonderful holiday. When we got back to college Jennifer spent a lot of her time going back home or on the phone planning our wedding with her mother; she rarely included me in the planning. I did not mind; it was her wedding and I wanted it to be perfect for her, I did love her very much. I knew once we were married I would never cheat on her again with another guy or be Natalie again for another guy.

We both graduated in May and we got married that June. It was a beautiful wedding and when I saw my future wife walk down to the alter I was stunned. No one could deny Jennifer was a beautiful girl with her long dirty blonde hair and a figure most girls would die to have, but that day she was angelic. I thought how lucky I was to have her as my wife. I also thought how pretty I would look in her wedding dress but kept that thought to myself.

When people I knew that never meet Jennifer and would ask me what she looked like I had a hard time describing her; to say she was beautiful did not do her justice. şişli escort Her body was as close to perfection as a mortal girl could get. She was not too fat, not too thin, her breasts were not too big, not too small, her butt was the same, not too small but not too big; it was just perfect. Her face was just lovely and her complexion was flawless and she had a light natural tan that would just darken slightly in the summer when she laid out in her bikini. Her dirty blonde hair was more brown than blonde and in the summer sun it became more blonde than brown. Her face was a combination of innocence, girl next door look and sexy and seductive all at the same time. Her dark brown eyes and brown eyebrows contrasted with her hair color that gave her eyes a seductive bedroom eyes look.

Like I said, it was hard to really describe my now lovely wife. The best way to understand her beauty was when she was seventeen her father commissioned a well-known artist in our state to do a family portrait. It was her father, her mother, and Jennifer. After he revealed the portrait, the artist apologized to Jennifer’s father. When asked why since the portrait was beautiful; the artist told Jennifer’s father it was impossible to capture Jennifer’s true beauty with paint and he doubted even Michelangelo could capture Jennifer’s beauty on canvas.

Jennifer’s father gave us the honeymoon for a wedding present; a week trip to Aruba. We stayed at an extravagate private resort and it was beautiful and her father gave us a one bedroom suite. The first night there, Jennifer and I had intercourse for the first time. As soon as the bellboy left our room she grabbed me, pulled me into the bedroom, and started kissing me and stripping off my clothes. When I was naked and my small penis erect with desire for her she pushed me on the bed. I reached up and tried to pull her on top of me, but she giggled.

“No. Watch me get undressed.” She told me.

Jennifer slowly removed her clothes and teased me visually with her incredible body. It was not the first time I had seen her naked, but something in the way she showed herself to me by turning and bending over slightly and exposing herself to me was different than ever before. I knew I was going to orgasm quickly and hoped I could last long enough to make her feel good for the first time she had sex.

Jennifer smiled at me and got on the bed and on top of me and started kissing me, then she moved down and kissed my neck, my chest, my stomach, and finally she was placing light kisses on my penis.

She looked up at me and smiled, “I am going to give you a blow job before we fuck.” She told me. I was a little shocked by her use of the word “fuck”. Jennifer never cursed. “You cum to fast and I want our first time to last longer.”

I blushed but she spoke the truth. I then moaned in pleasure as she took my little cock in her mouth and gave me a blow job. I did orgasm quickly. When we got engaged Jennifer stopped our previous sexual time together, telling me she wanted our honeymoon sex to be more exciting so besides having sex with Rick for the month we “dated” my orgasms had come with masturbation.

“Ohhh…Jennifer…I am going to cum.” I moaned out to let her know.

Jennifer never allowed me to cum in her mouth. I was again shocked when my words just seemed to encourage her and she sucked me harder and faster and I came in her mouth. Jennifer kept sucking my cock and stroking it to milk my fluid out of my body. It was the best blow job I had ever gotten. I came so hard it felt like my small testicles were being drained as she swallowed every bit of my cum. When she felt she could not get any more of my sex fluid out of me she removed her mouth from my penis, wiped her mouth, and placed her head on my thigh and gently caressed my stomach.

“Ummm…you came a lot.” She told me.

“I…I didn’t think you liked for me to do it in your mouth?”

Jennifer sat up on the bed between my legs, wiped the corners of her mouth, and giggled. “We are married now so it’s different. I liked it and I liked how you taste and it felt amazing feeling you cum all in my mouth.”

I wanted to tell her I agreed with her since I loved the taste and smell of a man’s cum as well as how it felt splashing all in my mouth, but naturally I kept that to myself.

Jennifer straddled my chest and started kissing me and my cock was still hard. Her magnificent perfectly shaped breasts rubbed over my chest as we kissed and I ran my hand down to her butt; an ass I heard many guys and even a few girls at college say it was the most perfect ass they had ever seen as Jennifer walked by them in tight jeans or shorts. I tried to guide my cock into her pussy but she slapped my hand and smiled down at me.

“Oh, baby, we have all night for that. I want you to use your mouth on me. You have gotten pretty good at it and can occasionally make me cum.”

I smiled and kissed her and tried to roll her over onto her back taksim escort but she stopped me and grabbed my arms and pulled them above my head.

“Not like that. We are going to do it differently.” She smiled and kissed the tip of my nose.

Jennifer moved her body so her knees pinned my arms above my head and she placed her pussy over my face. I looked up and saw how sexy it was. I had seen it before and always thought she had a sexy pussy. The skin of her vulva was a darker shade than the rest of her body and the outer area of her labia majora was puffy, her labia minora (her “pussy lips”) were smaller and thin and almost hidden until spread apart and her “clit hood” was small and when she got aroused her clit would swell and become very noticeable. She had what cruder people would call a “fat pussy” and it was incredibly sexy. As she held herself over my face I could see her pussy was already glistening from her being wet. I was glad she could get wet with me; it meant I turned her on. She still shaved the hairs on her sex but kept the light brown, soft, hair above her pussy shaped into a small patch of hair.

Jennifer reached down and grabbed my hair with one hand and then used her other on her own sex. She teased me by slowly running her finger over her pussy, spreading herself apart for me, running a finger over her now exposed clit, and then placing a finger inside herself. She gave a soft moan as she fingered herself for a while, twisting her finger inside her in a circular motion. When she withdrew her finger it was wet and sticky from her own fluid. Jennifer placed her finger on my lips and I opened my mouth and let her insert her finger. As I sucked her finger I closed my lips and made a seal around her finger and sucked it like I was sucking a little cock. Jennifer giggled and started trusting her finger in and out of my mouth like she was fucking it.

“Umm does my pussy taste good, husband?” She teased.

“Umpf…ery ood.” I said as she continued to fuck my mouth with her finger.

Jennifer was a very independent young lady, confident, strong willed, competitive, emotionally and physically strong and since the day we met she controlled our relationship. I never minded since I was none of those things. It was just the way our relationship worked. People told me I was “pussy whipped” and a wimp to allow her to control me the way she did, but I never minded at all. I actually liked the way our relationship worked. But now on our honeymoon I was seeing her get more aggressive sexually than I ever had before. While she always decided when we were to get intimate and how, she was always reserved and often timid sexually, but now she was more open and not being timid at all.

Jennifer removed her finger from my mouth and then placed it along with her index finger over her pussy, which was now only an inch or two from my face. She used her fingers and spread her lips apart.

“Smell it, dear husband.” She told me in her kind sweet voice.

I inhaled deep and smelled her pussy and the scent was wonderful.

“Do you like how it looks and smells?” She teased

“Yes…very much.” I told her truthfully.

“Good, now open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

I did as she told me and my new wife lowered herself and her wet, aroused pussy touched my tongue and she moved her lower body slightly to run her pussy over my tongue. She tasted wonderful and repeated the process a few more times and then lowered herself a little more and her pussy was against my mouth.

“Do it, baby, do it like I taught you. Lick my pussy and make me cum all over your face.” Jennifer told me. “I am not going to let you fuck me unless you can make me cum with your mouth.”

Naturally her “threat” about not letting me fuck her encouraged me to do my best and her being in charge and her words aroused me a great deal. She still pinned my arms above my head so I was only able to use my mouth on her magnificent pussy. I ran my tongue over the outside of her vulva, put it inside her pussy and made circling motions with it, but I knew that was not going to make her orgasm; I did that for myself to taste her. Jennifer gave a few moans as my tongue and mouth worked her sex and then a little gasp as my mouth found her now swollen clit. I ran my tongue over the little organ and then started to flick it rapidly with my tongue as my mouth closed down on her.

“Umm…yes that’s it, dear husband, right there.” Jennifer told me.

I continued to stimulate her clit and she kept giving soft moans of enjoyment. Jennifer was not like me; she was not very loud when I gave her oral sex and I doubted she would be loud during intercourse unlike me who when I got fucked I was very loud. Jennifer’s pussy seemed to get wetter and after a while my chin, which was rubbing against her sex, was slick with her fluids. I kept using my tongue on her for a long while until it started to actually ache but I kept going; not so much that beşiktaş escort if I did not make her cum she was not going to let me fuck her but more cause I wanted to please her. After a long time she got off of me and knelt beside my body.

“Well that is not going to work.” She said with a hint of disgust in her voice. “You need to learn more of how to go down on a girl. That was pathetic.”

“I…I tried…I am sorry.” I whined out.

Jennifer smiled and ran her hand through my hair, “I know you did, baby, and that’s the sad part of it.” She said kindly. “I got something that will help me cum.”

Jennifer got out of the bed and walked to where the bell boy put our luggage in the main room of the suite. As she walked away I actually felt like crying that I could not sexually please my new wife. Jennifer walked back into the room with a huge grin and again straddled my chest. In her right hand was a small pink object which she held up to show me.

“I bought this a couple of days ago.” She told me. “Just in case.”

It was a small vibrator especially made to stimulate her clit and had little nubs on the flat head. Jennifer bent over and kissed me passionately and when she broke the kiss she smiled down at me.

“We will use this until you get better at licking pussy.” She giggled. She twisted the bottom of the vibrator and it hummed to life.

Jennifer moved her body so her pussy was at my face again but she did not pin my arms above my head this time. She then used her left hand to spread herself apart and then touched the humming vibrator to her pussy. She gave a loud gasp of pleasure, much louder than I even heard from her, as she used the vibrator on herself. My eyes focused on her pussy and her playing with herself. Her pussy was just a couple of inches above my mouth. Jennifer moaned and gasped in pleasure as the vibrator stimulated her clit.

“Ohhh…this feels awesome.” She gasped out. “So much better than your tongue…ohhh wow…touch me, Nathan, touch my ass…uhhhh…run your hands over my ass.”

I reached up and ran my hands over her incredible butt cheeks, caressing her soft skin as she continued to get herself off. Her pussy was glistening with her fluid and I wanted to kiss it so bad but I knew she was not going to let me. She raised her left hand and started playing with her own breasts and nipples.

“Uhhh…fuck…I…I am going to cum.” She told me and soon her body jerked and I could feel her butt cheek muscles tighten and loosen, see her stomach muscles clench and unclench, and I swear could have seen the entrance to the inside of her pussy open and close a little as she orgasmed. Once she was finished she lowered her body to catch her breath and her pussy fell on my mouth.

“Umm…that was nice. Lick it for me, baby.” She told me.

I did not have to be told twice. I started licking and sucking her pussy. It was very wet form her arousal and orgasm. When my wife felt I had enough she moved herself to straddle me once again and started kissing me. First she licked my chin to taste her own fluid and then kissed me for a long time. After she broke the kiss she saw the look on my face and giggled.

“What? You are not the only one who likes how my pussy tastes. I taste it often when I get myself off. I have a wonderful tasting pussy. Denise loves how I taste.”

“Denise? What…I…when…I…I…” I stammered out in shock.

Jennifer smiled and kissed me again. Denise was one of her best friends from college. Jennifer’s dorm mate since freshman year and one of the girls she shared an apartment with her senior year. I liked Denise. She was sweet even if she was nerdy. She was a cute girl, a little on the cubby side but a very cute face that was framed by her hipster nerd glasses.

Jennifer broke the kiss, “Don’t be mad or jealous. I just let her go down on me sometimes. I never did her. I don’t think I could ever go down on another girl.” My wife confessed, “That’s just to gross for me but I liked when she did me.”

“I…I did not know she was a lesbian?”

Jennifer laughed, “She’s not. She’s not even bi but come one, baby, look at me. Who would not want to go down on me…girl or guy? It was not cheating on you, honey, please don’t think that or be mad at me. It was just fun and some college exploring.” Jennifer frowned, “Please don’t be mad.”

When she said the last sentence I could feel the guilt and sadness in her voice. She truly hoped I would not be mad at her. I was not; I was actually aroused even more at the thought of it. I even came close to confessing how I sucked Kevin’s cock and let him fuck me. If Jennifer did not think letting another girl go down on her pussy was not cheating then maybe she would not think me being fucked by another guy was not cheating. I didn’t confess however. If I did it would have brought up so many different things; how I enjoyed being Natalie, how not only did Kevin fuck me but the other men as well.

“I am not mad, Jennifer. Really I am not. I understand.” I told her instead. “Did…did she make you cum when she did it?” I asked.

Jennifer laughed and reached around and ran her hand up my erect penis. I felt like it was going to explode just from that simple touch I was so aroused; not just from her confession but everything we had done so far.

Thank you all for the ratings and comments. It seems like you all like the story so far, so as promised, here’s part 2. Again, I hope you all enjoy and let me know what you think as I work on editing the next installment!

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Pt 2.

Soft light filtered into the second story room and Nico didn’t yet feel like getting out of bed. His head hurt a little but he was cozy, with his legs wrapped around the pillow, as he hugged the big fluffy comforter. He had always over indulged in making his bed and once he moved out on his own, would add accessories here and there with soft baby blue bed sheets, lots of pillows, and a canopy over the queen size four poster. It may have appeared a bit girly, but he was the only one that ever came up to his room, so he did what he liked. The windows in the room were high up on the walls, and he couldn’t reach to put curtains up, so putting a canopy around the bed seemed the best solution to block the light in the morning. He was enjoying the feeling of rolling around as memories from the night before came trickling back in. He rolled over and his hip came exposed from the bed sheets. He glanced down and noticed the two elastic lilac strings running around his waist. Almost simultaneously he realized one, that there was fabric snug between his bottom, he was wearing a thong again, and two, with a little more gravity, oh god, he had sucked off his roommate last night.

The enormity of that fact slammed into him. His mind was awash in worry, but he clung on to the memory that Ryan had seemed to enjoy it and “hoped it wasn’t the last time.” After squirming in the sheets a moment, Nico realized he hoped it wouldn’t be the last time either. He could still taste his roommate’s spunk in his mouth and stretched, arching his back and pointing his toes, momentarily basked a little in landing such a good looking guy. Had he landed him though? Once the alcohol wore off, this still had potential to be extremely awkward and Nico had to be careful. He decided to head back into the kitchen to make coffee and breakfast for Ryan, either way, fulfilling his household duties would be the best approach.

He was apprehensive, but still in a girly mood and left the panties on, slipping on a short pair of runners shorts and a tight fitting T shirt. Glancing at his figure in the full length mirror on the wall, he admired the product of all the running and cycling he’d done over the years. He hoped Ryan had noticed his tight little butt. He caught himself, listen to him! He was falling into this quickly! He traipsed down the stairs and started making some biscuits while the water came up to temperature for coffee. It didn’t seem like Ryan was up yet, and he found himself overthinking. Or was he overthinking? Did Ryan really want anyone knowing that he’d let his sissy little roommate blow him? Was Ryan regretting what had happened? Just then, Nico heard feet on the stairs and busied himself pouring coffee for the two of them.

“And breakfast? A guy could get used to this!”

A wave of relief passed over him. If things were going to get awkward, at least it wouldn’t be immediately.

“Well good morning yourself” Nico sassed, trying his best to be cute without revealing his anxiety. He cocked one foot on his tiptoes and looked over his shoulder just in time to see Ryan glancing up from his Nico’s pert little butt. Nice! He thought to himself.

He set coffee on the small dining room table in front of Ryan and headed back to the kitchen.

“Thanks Nico. Do we have any aspirin? I’ve definitely got a bit of a headache this morning.”

“Sure, I’ll get some for you.” Nico bent over with his back arched to grab some from the bottom of the pantry.

“Hey, about last night” Nico straightened right back up and closed his eyes, still facing the cupboard, holding on to the door. Oh no, he thought, his heart sank.

“I’m still wrapping my head around what we did last night. I don’t want you feeling like you had to do that. I’d had too much to drink and got caught up in the moment. Don’t get me wrong, it was great, but I don’t want you to feel like it’s something you have to do for me just because I’m paying your way. Does that make sense?”

Nico couldn’t help but smile. What a good guy Ryan was.

“Ryan, I was scared that I had just freaked you out. I’ve… I’ve never done that for another… a guy before. But I think I really liked it. I mean, it was new for me, and I don’t want you to feel pressured into it either, but given the chance…” he looked Ryan in the eye and grinned sheepishly, “I’d happily do it again for you… anytime.”

He was feeling vulnerable, but Ryan’s grin melted him instantly, he was putty. “Well let’s take it easy. Let’s just act like şişli escort we’re cool and play it naturally. I mean, it’s just the two of us for a while anyway right? So who’s to judge?”

Well it wasn’t a dismissal, but Nico took heart. He wasn’t going to get kicked out in the street just yet. If Nico wanted him, he would need to put some work in to not only make himself available to Ryan, but try to seduce him again. He dropped some biscuit batter into a skillet and pushed them into the oven. He’d giddily be his little house toy for however long they were cooped up.

They spent the rest of the day lazily, just hanging out like they always would, Nico cleaning and spinning on his bike and Ryan reading and working out. After Nico spent a few hours working up a sweat on the bike trainer, he was about to head upstairs to shower when Ryan set down his weights and stopped him.

“Hey, one thing.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I don’t want to be demanding, but I would ask one thing of you.”

“Ha, given the circumstances, I’d be happy. What would you like me to do for you?”

“Well, it’s just that, ah…” Ryan actually looked a little nervous, it was kind of cute. “Well, I was thinking about it, and you know, I mean since you cycle and all, would you mind shaving your legs for me? I don’t mean to pry, but I do like it when girls have smooth skin, and I think it would be a turn on to know you’re doing that for me. Would that be cool?”

Nico was enjoying this, he grinned inside. “Well, it is just the two of us, and I could probably play it off any way… Sure, I could try it out for you.” He winked at Ryan and spun on his heels towards the shower. Oh my god, Ryan had been thinking about him as a turn on! He was blushing as he scampered back up to his room. He wriggled out of his bibs and hung them up to dry. He looked down at himself… He was going to shave every stitch from his body for him. He’d always wanted to but was so self-conscious about it, and here was a guy literally asking him to shave himself clean. Not to mention, this was promising to his developing fantasy.

He ran the water in the shower until it was warm and stepped in, sliding the clear glass door shut behind him. He’d carried a razor and electric trimmer in with him and set to work with the trimmer, buzzing it short and taking most of the hair off his legs. He grinned when he got to the tops and started shaving around his privates. He wasn’t much to look at limp, his balls were always tight up against his body and his little dick only a couple inches long. He didn’t think Ryan would be interested in that, but he would feel super girly with his bits shaven. He trimmed the hair short and started shaving around his balls when he had an idea. He shaved his legs clean and when he got to his little privates, he shaved himself bare except for a thin landing strip above his tiny dick. He looked down at his work and got instantly hard. He didn’t stop there though, and carefully cleaned off every hair from the waist down including his backsides, then set out shaving his arms and arm pits. He’d never grown any hair on his chest anyway. After he soaped himself up, washed his hair, and rinsed, he stepped out of the shower and toweled himself dry.

He couldn’t help it, he was rock hard. He wasn’t much compared to Ryan, but looking at his hairless, girly body with his styled little pubic mound, he even turned himself on. He reached down between his legs rubbed himself beneath his balls with one finger just teasing his little hole. He caught himself on the counter and looked up at himself in the mirror. It was steamy in the bathroom and his hair had started to get a little shaggy. Bent over the counter with one hand between his legs, the reflection in the mirror was decidedly a turn on. He was getting carried away and realized he wanted to slip into this role for Ryan giddily. He found some moisturizer left over from winter and rubbed down his whole body, trying to avoid razor burn. He decided he was going to start doing this daily, Ryan had asked him to keep smooth after all.

He slipped back into the panties, gently positioning his cute little dick in the sheer lace cradle and pulling the back snug up between his backsides. He found a pair of short khaki shorts that put his skinny, freshly shaven legs on display and hugged his butt and a thin white v necked shirt that might have been a size too small for him now. He liked how tight it was though and the combination along with his hair made him look decidedly tomboyish. He nodded into the mirror in approval and brushed his hair before tip toeing back down the stairs.

Ryan was in the living room reading the newspaper and didn’t hear Nico come nişantaşı escort in until he sat down on the couch close to him, pulling his legs up behind him and tucking them to his side.

“Wow, you clean up nicely” Ryan remarked, looking down and running his hand along Nico’s thigh. “Now I’ve got a little tomboy around the house.” Nico felt butterflies at the thought that Ryan saw the same thing and pulled himself tight up against Ryan who draped his arm around Nico. Nico couldn’t help but get his hopes up that this was working.

“What’d you have in mind for the afternoon?”

“Well, it’s been good so far, why don’t we just hang out like this for a little while before dinner?”

“Sounds good to me” Nico said, as he pulled out his phone to browse Instagram while Ryan went back to his newspaper. Nico was cuddled up close to Ryan, similar to the night before but this time, just lounging around. They were comfortable this way, not much different than when they were hanging out earlier, it was an easy rhythm to fall into. While Ryan read the news, Nico’s mind wandered, and he found himself looking at glossy photos fashion models online. It was studio glamor kind of stuff, but he liked how sexy the girls looked, and was daydreaming about wearing the lacy undergarments, the silky fabric on his newly smooth skin, the lacy bits complimenting his slight and girly features. He was rubbing his legs together…

“What are you checking out?” Ryan glanced down and Nico instantly flushed, obviously caught.

“Oh, I…” Ryan had definitely been watching him and he couldn’t come up with any excuse so he just spilled. “Well, last night you’d said you wished you had something like that girl from the Bond film around the house, and I was daydreaming.”

“Oh wow, do you want, I mean… would you wear something like that?” Ryan wasn’t flustered but seemed a little surprised. Nico was instantly nervous, but he felt tiny next to Ryan and started spilling everything.

“I don’t know… do you think it’s too much? I mean, I’m not really a girl after all. But here I am shaven down for you and it just makes me feel kind of girly. I just thought that if you wanted to shave my legs like a girl… I don’t know, that maybe sometimes I could try to dress like one too. I know, it might be a little weird. But I think I might like it… so… if you would think it might be kind of sexy…” Nico didn’t know how Ryan would see him crossdressing, even though here he was, cleanly shaven, sitting in panties right next to him, even if Ryan didn’t know it yet.

“Sure! But you don’t have anything like that do you?” Ryan seemed genuinely interested now. Nico felt like he’d just won the lottery! But regardless, “Not really, no… and I don’t have the disposable income for it either, I was just daydreaming really…” Nico was still a little too shy to reveal the panties he was already hiding beneath his shorts.

“Well, I think we could probably make something happen. I haven’t been going out much with the quarantine and have some extra funds, why don’t you take my credit card and order yourself some things?” Ryan was reaching for his wallet.

“Oh no way Ryan, I couldn’t ask you to start buying me clothes too.”

“Well then don’t think of it that way. I’m buying them because I want to see you in them, you’re doing it for me because I’m asking you to.” Nico’s heart skipped a beat.

Nico kind of liked being asked to change clothes for him, and he wasn’t really fighting this anyway, he was already getting eager. “Well I don’t want to overdo it, how much would you mind me spending?”

“Oh, there’s plenty of cash in there, you could probably skim a few hundred dollars and that’d be ok.” Nico’s excitement caught in his throat, “You’re joking! Seriously? I could get a whole new wardrobe with that!”

“Well, if you want to go that far, yeah, sure, go for it.” Nico’s jaw dropped. He was serious. He squealed “Oh my god Ryan, thank you! I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

“Oh, I have no doubt of that” Ryan looked over the paper and grinned with a look in his eye that made Nico weak. “Go nuts, order some deliveries.” Nico bounded up the stairs to grab his laptop. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time he’d browsed women’s clothes online, and he already had some ideas of what to order. He was like a kid on Christmas. He set about systematically, finding plenty of cute little undies and sexy bras, almost all thongs, and some basics like shirts, shorts, a couple of sundresses and cute little rompers he could slip on to clean around the house in and feel flirty. And he definitely made sure to order a some lingerie that he’d always wanted and thought he could pull off for beşiktaş escort Ryan. He could not wait, and he blew his budget quickly. He filled a few online shopping carts and clicked checkout. He couldn’t believe what was happening, he was going to get to openly flaunt his fantasy around the house. He chuckled to himself, he was going to be horny constantly!

He looked around at his dresser and closet. He chuckled to himself again. He was going to have to make some room! He didn’t think he was going to need many of his old clothes for while anyway, so he started throwing things into a box to put in the attic. Suddenly, he realized he wanted to really thank Ryan. He needed to. He sauntered over to the bathroom and put on some lip balm and pursed his lips. Well, he thought looking in the mirror, time to go earn his keep! He couldn’t help but feel a little slutty walking back to the den with Ryan’s wallet, knowing what he was going to do to pay him back. He was going to do a good job of it too.

Ryan had put the paper down and was watching the news when Nico came back in. “Find yourself something good? You were gone a little while!”

“Oh, I think you’ll be pleased… And I might enjoy it a little bit too” Nico admitted as he handed Ryan his wallet back, “I just wanted to thank you properly before I make dinner.” He set his hand on Ryan’s thigh and kneeled in front of him on the floor.

“Would you like it if I did that for you?” Nico asked putting his hands on Ryan’s belt buckle. He immediately saw the bulge in Ryan’s pants.

“Oh, you don’t have to feel like…”

“Oh, but I want to though” Nico looked up at Ryan and rubbed his roommate’s cock through his pants. “May I?” He rubbed again deliberately. “Please?”

He liked begging Ryan for his cock, and it seemed to be the trick as Ryan grinned and leaned forward to tousle Nico’s hair. “Help yourself.”

Nico unbuckled Ryan’s pants and started pulling them open, standing up on his knees on the carpeted floor in front of him to get a better angle to do his duty. There was more light in the room than last night and when his cock sprang free, Nico marveled. He salivated again, feeling the lust he’d always fantasized, and held eye contact with Ryan as he stuck let his tongue hang just over his bottom lip as he lowered his mouth down on his shaft, filling his face with Ryan’s cock. Ryan breathed in deeply and sank bank onto the couch, gently gripping a handful of Nico’s hair.

“Good job baby.” Baby? Oh, this was getting too good. Nico sucked on Ryan’s head as he stroked his shaft with his mouth, this time keeping both hands in place in his own lap. He wanted to look subservient kneeling in front of Ryan, this was a thank you after all. He wanted to be Ryan’s little cocksucker. Ryan had both hands on either side of Nico’s face, slowly guiding him up and down as Nico sucked him off, pausing at the tip to lick the head with his lips still wrapped around him just before diving back down, bobbing, and then repeating the process. They were both lost in this, Ryan getting his second blow job in less than 24 hours, and Nico living out his little fantasy, kneeling on the floor, tiny clitty held back by the tight shorts and lacy thong, cleanly shaven to please his man. He took his time, running his tongue up and down the shaft and gently trying to take Ryan further and further into his mouth. It wasn’t long before Ryan was moaning and gently bucking his hips again. Nico knew what that meant and paced himself, enjoying being on his knees pleasing Ryan with his mouth.

“Would you swallow me again?” Ryan rasped desperately.

Nico somewhat mumbled with a mouthful of his roommate’s cock and nodded eagerly, a little excited for his man to explode in his mouth for him again. Ryan got the message and gripped Nico’s face a little firmer, pumping into his mouth in heat. Nico smiled as much as he could with his mouth full and got ready. Ryan pulled Nico’s face down and pushed his hips forward, grunting and yelling out. He came hard, bursting into the little pixie’s mouth and filling her mouth with rope after rope of his spunk. She sucked him softly and slowly, milking the last drops of another load from him as he slowly came down from another orgasm high and eased his grip on her face. She was taking a lot of pleasure from pleasing her man. She sucked and let his dick pop from her mouth, gulping down another load and smiling wide as they locked eyes and she reached up to slowly and gently stroke him. She then set to work like the night before, grabbing his cock and licking every inch clean from balls to tip. “Was that good for you?”

“Oh whew,” Ryan heaved, “I’m going to love having you around.”

Nico looked up at Ryan while she ran her tongue around the head of his shaft, smiling. “I’m enjoying this arrangement quite a bit too.” Nico then got up and sauntered into the kitchen to make him dinner, happily swaying her hips the whole way.

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Looking forward to hearing from you all again to let me know what you think! Part 3 is just about finished up!

This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. These stories have been public for some time, but I am slowly uploading my back catalogue of stories currently.

Please note that this story contains crossdressing, but no transgender content.

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Magic is as Magic Does

The package was innocuous, a simple, square cube of brown paper, yielding to the touch. In the living room of the tidy, immaculate flat, it rested on a wooden coffee table, which was low to the ground with a half-full glass of water beside it, placed upon a circular, cork coaster. Studying the parcel carefully, the brown furred okapi, Liedt, shook his head, utterly perplexed. A package arriving in the post would not have been a strange occurrence normally, but he had just moved home and had not ordered anything to be delivered this new address. Moreover, only a couple of family members and friends even knew this address and the postal marks on the paper clearly showed that it had been sent from overseas.

So where had it come from? And who had sent it?

Liedt shook his head and sat down heavily on the sofa, the cushions moulding comfortably to the shape of his body. The package was addressed to him, so surely there was no point in delaying the opening of it? He shrugged and flipped open a small pen knife (he would normally take this knife to the stables where he kept his Oldenburg mare, but it had migrated into the pocket of his jeans for some reason, as small items were apt to do), slicing open the top side of the parcel in one clean stroke.

Whatever it was, it was well packed with two layers of bubble wrap and, unusually, a few plastic bags, which looked as if they had come from a supermarket. How peculiar. In one of the bags, there was a receipt and Liedt retrieved it before delving further into the wrapping, scanning over the foreign address with some confusion. The only detail that he could retrieve was that the receipt had come from the United Kingdom, but he already knew that from the post mark. Huffing in mild annoyance, he grasped the contents and yanked them smoothly out of the paper, a black and red piece of material falling on to his knees, black straps falling loose. It was a…brassiere?

He had to concede, with an admiring look, that it was very well made. The base fabric was crimson and accentuated with delicate, black lace layered over it and depicting an intricate pattern. It was also trimmed with a flirty, lace ruffle along the upper edge, the black straps unobtrusive from its main features, which suited it nicely. The okapi blushed faintly, imagining seeing another, lady okapi wearing it, her breasts filling the cradling cups and swelling gently above the lace. But he did not have a girlfriend or any kind of partner at the moment, so where had it come from? And, more curiously, why had someone sent it to him?

This just gets stranger and stranger, he thought, dropping the bra on the coffee table. Now what am I going to do with it?

Glancing at his watch, the okapi sighed deeply: time had run away from him. Late afternoon sunlight graced the wide windows of the fourth-storey flat, the armchair strategically placed so that one could look out across the city, at least until larger blocks of flats obstructed one’s view. Pacing over, Liedt leaned on the windowsill to watch the world go by, his spot a circle of stillness in a hectic time of day. The lazy, late afternoon sunlight caught the windows and reflected off them, making the city look as if it was caught by an internal fire, the busy, bustling ants of the burning anthill racing about their daily lives. Maybe there was a lover running to meet his girlfriend for dinner. Or a harried employee dashing to make the last delivery of the day for a busy company, already late. There could be recently divorced femfur, just waiting to find the right person, window shopping as she plods wearily back to her ground floor flat, unaware that her soul mate is walking in the opposite direction. The beauty was, to him watching them from above, they would never know the stories created for them in the tangled lives they led.

I should try it on… The okapi thought dreamily, resting his chin on the palm of his paw as he looked out.

Wait…what? He jerked his muzzle up, wincing at the sharp pain this brought to his neck, objecting to the uncouth movement. What a ludicrous idea – where the hell had that come from? Why was he thinking that? Rubbing his forearm nervously, he stepped away from the window and paced over the wooden floor to busy himself in the kitchen, thinking that he would have to throw the bra away as soon as possible as it had no use to him and he was thinking such silly thoughts.

I mean, he thought with a mental giggle, his mood lifting quickly. I’d be merter escort asking for trouble if I brought a friendly lady back here for a chat. Even my friends… If I don’t dispose of it, it will only cause suspicions, incorrect assumptions and teasing. It is much better to get rid of it quickly, even if its appearance will remain a mystery…

There was a plastic container of marinara sauce, saved from the day before, tucked in a recess of the fridge, and Liedt selected it after some consideration, deciding that it would be better not to waste it when it could be used and enjoyed. In the cupboard over the kitchen units, there was plenty of dried spaghetti and herbs, which would serve very nicely with the delicious sauce. Twitching his ears and contriving not to think, the okapi’s motions were quick and methodical in preparing his dinner, actions better memorised by the flesh than the mind.

But the thoughts could not be deterred. Like a curling tendril of grey smoke, they drew his mind towards more dangerous waters, breath coming with difficulty as his chest tightened. Breathing in short, shallow breaths, the okapi leaned heavily on the smooth kitchen counter, his half-prepared meal forgotten. His eyes widened in concern and he licked anxiously at his lips, casting a fleeting look through the open door where a red flash of the bra caught his eye like a beacon: he had to try it on.

Without genuinely being aware of his actions, Liedt stumbled and dragged his loose shirt over his head; if he had been in his right mind, he would have not dropped it carelessly upon the floor, but his feet moved away as if controlled by invisible marionette cords. He walked back into the living room and touched a finger to the bra, which lay on the mess of torn wrapping paper like a crown upon a plinth.

Oh…what harm can it do? Liedt reassured himself, though a guilty rise coloured his cheeks red beneath the dark brown fur.

Raising the bra cautiously, he slipped his arms through the straps and pulled it up against his chest, imagining that the soft cups were closing about feminine breasts. Startling himself, he reached behind his back and deftly fastened the catch, rolling his shoulders to let the garment move snugly into place so that it did not pinch any fur or skin uncomfortably. The fit was perfect, as if it had been made especially for him.

Movement, of which he was in control of, seemed to have become easier and Liedt went to the bedroom, closing the door so that he could see exactly just how the garment looked in the full length mirror on the rear of the door. Flushing excitedly, he found that it looked just as good as it felt, although the neat cups were sadly bare, he had to concede, albeit sadly. He did not quite understand why a warm glow was spreading through his body, like from happiness and a deep sense that this was right, Liedt murred softly to himself, angling back and for in front of the mirror to admire the full effect of the delicate garment. Why had he not done this before? It was amazing!

What other clothes did he have? What if he tried on other feminine clothes? There was that outfit he had been holding on to for a friend, zipped up carefully within a clothes bag in the back of a wardrobe. His mare friend from overseas had sent him the money to order a custom, silk dress for her – white with black, corset style lacing up each side – which she was going to collect upon her next visit. In the same clothes bag, dangling from the hangar, he knew was an extra gift from the designer…undergarments that had been sent as a ‘thank you’ for the truly exquisite order. He had only had a peek at the dress before…but if he had tried the bra on already, it would not hurt to try on something a little more… His friend would not mind, he was sure.

It only took a second for him to dart to the wardrobe and snatch the dress out of the bag, a smaller rectangle of tissue paper dropping to the floor at his heels. Laying the dress almost with reverence upon the bed, he traced his fingertips over the silky fabric, admiring how the folds shimmered prettily beneath his light caress. It had a high neck and no sleeves, just slender slivers of silk that served to hold it over the shoulders, cut to be flattering and form-fitting. Turning back, Liedt collected the little package that had fallen to the side and opened it, smiling widely as a pair of black and red panties slipped out, lacy and designed in a style like the bra that he wore. They appeared as if they would match the bra perfectly: what a happy accident!

Huh? This cannot be right… Liedt smoothed the tissue paper flat, ear splaying slightly in confusion. There was not only the pair of panties encased in the fine wrapping, but two pads that he recognised as being something that would be slipped into a bra… They were a lot like breast enhancers, but these seemed to be more like replacements, or very full enhancers, if so. Looking down at his chest, Liedt slipped them into osmanbey escort the bra without thinking, admiring how they filled out the brassiere without protruding over the top and creating a smooth curve which would not be obtrusive beneath clothing… Unconsciously, his eyes went to the dress and remaining undergarments.

I’m still not thinking straight. Liedt shook his head vigorously, half-stepping away from the bed. It was absurd – he would never do anything like this normally. He must be ill; he decided with a decisive nod, yes, that must be it. He would go back to his dinner and then rest for a while; perhaps then he would feel more like himself.

But his paws jerked to the dress and, before he even knew what was happening, he was stripped from the waist down, jeans in a crumpled pile on the floor. Although he had not thought that his blush could become any deeper, heat radiated from his muzzle as he stepped into the lacy undergarments, drawing them up smoothly to his hips and shivering at the sensation of the fabric brushing against his skin. He tried to stop himself from reaching for the dress, but it slipped over his head and his arms into the correct places with the greatest of ease, settling against his body and looking truly wonderful over the now padded bra.

The zip at the back of the garment foiled him briefly and he nearly caught hold of his actions once more, struggling to not follow the puppeteer’s will, whoever that was. Besides, he told himself desperately as his fingers fumbled over the zip and tugged blindly at it. The dress did not even belong to him – he was keeping it safe for a friend! But, against his will, his fingertips snagged the zipper and slid it upwards, sealing the deal. Sighing deeply, he gave an uncertain swish of his tail and glanced towards the mirror, gaze sweeping over his far more feminine reflection. He did not think that he looked bad at all, although that was a very biased opinion.

What if I go out like this? He thought daringly, despite a part of him screaming that he should never have opened the package in the first place. He had come this far with it, had he not? May as well do the whole thing if he was going to dress as a female…a very lovely female, he added mentally, a little smugly. The dress certainly enhanced his lithe shape with what he might have considered an elegant edge with the white dress hugging his form, the corset lacings making him wonder fleetingly if that might be something to consider too, at a later date, to add that desirable, feminine curve…

Oh, to hell with it, he snorted boldly, grabbing a standard, black coat from the wardrobe and slipping into it. I’ll only go out for a little while and nobody will recognise me like this, especially in a new city. It will all be great, so stop your worrying.

It was a rash, hasty decision, but he knew exactly the place to go, somewhere friendly to all furs from all walks of life, so he should not be called out on his mode of dress in a negative manner. It was called The Twin Tails, so named because of the owners were, as the name suggested, twin horses; the two stallions had owned the pub since they had been of age and Liedt had heard many good reviews. It was a place which he had planned to try out in due course anyway and a trickle of expectation made his ears prick eagerly as he remembered the excellent reviews of both food and drink in that particularly pub. As if to agree with this, his stomach rumbled loudly, reminding him of his forsaken dinner – he could eat once he arrived.

Who knew what could happen there or who he would meet?

*

The patrons of the bar were packed in more tightly than sardines in a tin, bodies rubbing against one another whether one liked it or not. With his slim figure and the lower light – he supposed that the owners kept it like that during the evenings for ambiance – Liedt hoped that he could pass for a lady okapi, to avoid awkwardness at this stage. It would be a cheeky delight to reveal his true identity after flirting with a friendly lady for a while, something that he fervently hoped would go down well. He slid on to a stool at the bar, which was miraculously vacant considering the heaving crowd, and considered what his next move would be, what he could do. As the hour was still early, some food was still being served and the sizzle of cooking meat made Liedt wrinkle his muzzle and sneeze conspicuously into a napkin.

“Allergies?” A dappled grey mare on his right giggled. “I get them all the time, sweetie, happens this time of year.”

She was quite pretty with a short mane cropped so that it stood up vertically from her crest – a local fashion – wearing a fitted, pink top and skinny jeans, which accentuated her slim legs. Liedt nodded his head, thinking it the more polite response and smiled a little, gesturing towards her.

“I’ve not been here before – is it always this busy?” He asked casually.

She shook her head, drumming her fingers bağcılar escort distractedly on the bar top, craning her neck as if looking for something or someone. She did not seem very interested in conversation; she did not even care to give Liedt her name, which he found rather rude. Just then, the waiter slipped behind the bar and skated a hot plate of food in front of the grey mare, who thanked him profusely, licking her lips.

“Is that a hamburger?” Liedt asked distastefully, tail flicking in protest beneath the chair.

“Yeah!” The mare laughed, taking a large bite with obvious relish, eyes rolling back slightly in their sockets. “I just can’t get enough of them!” She continued with her mouth full.

“I can see. Excuse me,” the okapi said as politely as possible, gagging as the stench of meat wafted in his direction. How vile.

“No, don’t go!” She protested, grabbing his arm. “I need a gal to chat with here, just stay here!”

“A ‘gal’?” He questioned, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he realised her mistake. “You know, thank you, but I really should be going. Have a good evening.”

Chuckling to himself, the okapi jumped off the bar stool and made good his escape, disappearing into the crowd as quickly as he had appeared. The smile upon his muzzle spread and spread until it could only be described as cheesy, grinning from ear to ear. Far from being recognised or mocked, he had been entirely mistaken for the lady he dressed as! Admittedly, there had been a hint of whisky on her breath, so perhaps she had not been completely sober, but how could one not see the amusing side of that encounter?

“Something got you in a good mood then?”

Liedt turned too quickly and almost bumped into the questioner, his eyes widening slightly in surprise; he was almost nose to nose with a giraffe lady, a couple of inches taller than him due to her partially elongated, elegant neck. Dressed casually in a red beaded top, reminiscent of a mutated, African, style, and a floor-length black skirt, she gave the initial impression that she was in the pub for a relaxed evening out. She had a short mane of brunette hair running down her mottled brown neck and her tufted tail flicked back and forth, slipped through a convenient slot in the back of her skirt, which appeared to be designed for comfort. She smiled and rested her paw in the small of the okapi’s back, gently guiding him away from the crowd and to a round table in a corner of the bar. Curious to see how this encounter would progress, Liedt allowed her to direct him as she would, sitting down carefully on one of the hidden seats in the cosy corner. The giraffe settled herself opposite him and rubbed her arm, as if suddenly embarrassed.

“I hope you don’t think me presumptuous,” she chuckled nervously, pushing her short mane back from her neck. “Thought you might like a place to sit and chat for a bit, as it is quite busy here tonight.”

“No, of course not,” Liedt answered lightly, relaxing back and gesturing at the bar. “Anything for a seat in here. You look lovely, by the way.”

“Thanks! I was never one for the usual club-wear,” she said brightly, tapping her fingers upon the tabletop. “I’m Hannah,” she added, offering her paw for him to shake.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Liedt,” he shook her paw and smiled, meeting her sharp, blue eyes with genuine warmth. “What brings you here tonight?”

“Ah, there’s a soccer game on, the girls and the lads wanted to go see it,” Hannah shrugged. “I’m not much of a fan, so I opted out tonight. Would rather sit down for a quiet drink than cheer for some random team, though I didn’t reckon it would be so busy here, as they don’t show the games.”

Liedt had indeed noticed the lack of a TV in the room, which was unusual for any bar or pub that liked to cash in on the sports trade. Thinking this over, he swallowed, realising how thirsty he was too.

“Would you like a drink,” he offered, half-rising from the seat.

Nodding, she ducked her head a little shyly and asked him for a beer, which Liedt thought was unusual but refreshing, considering the assortment of cocktails that he was sure were available; after all, the bar was said to cater for everyone, so their selection was unlikely to be limited. Deciding to try the same as what she requested, Liedt ordered and paid for two of the bitter beverages, returning to the table with some difficult through the crowd, which was more difficult than he had anticipated with two full pint glasses. Still, he succeeded in making his way back to the table with minimal spillage and slid Hannah’s drink over to her, grimacing in apology when some slopped out of the glass.

“Thanks,” she murmured. “May I…I mean if you don’t mind…can I ask…”

Liedt’s heart sank and he looked down, unsure of how to respond. The question was going to come sooner or later in conversation like this, right? It was a shame, he thought, to lose a new friend as soon as to make one. Though maybe she would see it as a bizarre eccentricity? It was a one off incident, was it not? Gulping, the okapi flushed to realise that he was not “drawn” by anything to continue the night out; whatever force had taken hold of his mind earlier was no longer in play. He was in complete control of his own actions and…he was enjoying how he was dressed, exceptionally so.

Chapter 2.

I walked down the corridor with the tray in my hands behind the staff member. She arrived at the lift bank first and pushed the button to call the lift, and then turned and smiled at me as she bent down and slipped the key card into the top of my stockings.

“Keep this safe as you won’t want to go to reception to get a new one,” she said, giving the bare skin above my stocking a stroke, which made me shiver.

I quickly looked along the corridors to check for other guests but luckily they were clear. “Ding”, the lift arrived and she stepped in and I followed her. My heart sank -there was a lady already in the lift. I just kept my eyes and head down. The doors closed and we started to descend.

I looked up into the smiling face of my chaperone.

“I have to return to the staff area for other work,” she said.

At this point the other lady spoke up.

“What’s going on here then?” she asked.

I looked across to her and recognized her as the lady that had commented on my nails the last time I was in the lift.

“New maid training,” my chaperone answered on my behalf as I was now back looking at the floor, hoping to be swallowed up.

“Well I assumed you were a guest when we meet in the lift earlier on,” our companion topkapı escort commented.

“I am,” I squeaked, my mouth dry as a bone as the lift doors opened onto the reception area.

“Pity,” she said as she left the lift. “I would have been ordering loads from room service to get you into my room.”

I didn’t answer her. I just turned to my companion and pleaded for her to please close the doors and get us moving again. She smiled and pressed the button for the basement, the doors closed and we continued our journey downwards. “Thanks for making my day,” she said.

“Thank you for not laughing or being cruel,” I said looking up at her to see she had her phone in her hand.

“Can I take a picture to show the other staff members?” she asked.

“Yes – please do,” I smiled.

The doors opened and before she got out she pressed the button for the tenth floor.

“Enjoy your stay at the hotel,” she said as the doors closed.

To my relief the lift passed the reception floor and continued up towards floor ten. I felt like I had been holding my breath since I first stepped into the lift on the second floor. The doors opened on the tenth floor and I peered out looking both ways to see if any guests aksaray escort were about, my luck held, all was clear. I guessed the layout of the rooms was the same for each floor and so headed towards the corridor where my Mistress’s room would be. Having had plenty of practice in my heels I was able to walk quickly and was soon at the door for room 1006. I stopped and composed my self and carefully balanced the tray on one hand and knocked on the door.

“Room service,” I announced as loud as I dared. An age seemed to pass before the door opened.

“Where have you been slut? We have been waiting for ages for our drinks.”

“Sorry Mistress,” I said with a curtsy, I knew nothing would be acceptable as an excuse so did not offer one.

“Well bring them in and put them over by the window.”

I walked into the room and placed the tray down and turned around, as I did I noticed my master lying on the bed nude, stroking his cock.

“Good afternoon Master,” I said with a curtsy.

“Get your slut lips over here. I have been waiting here doing this myself for ages.” I made my way quickly across to the bed and got to my knees and quickly took his cock into my mouth, he is not well endowed, which was one of the kağıthane escort reasons I am wearing my chastity device as I have a bigger cock than him which annoys him immensely. I am quickly into a rhythm and soon have him moaning.

“Hurry up slut,” my Mistress demands, “we have plans for later and don’t want to be delayed due to your love of cock sucking.”

I speeded and quickly felt the cock start to spasm and shoot his small load into my mouth. I took my mouth off his cock and turned to my Mistress to show her his load in my mouth.

“Swallow,” she ordered. I did and turned back to the cock to lick it clean and then stood up.

“Well, now you have finished I have some instructions for you slut, here is a bag with some clothes in,” she said as she handed it to me.

“Go back to your room and clean up and get changed and meet us at the taxi rank by 7pm sharp.”

“Yes Mistress.”

I curtsied and turned to my Master.

“Thank you sir for letting me suck you.” I curtsied and, with that, I headed out of the room.

The journey back to my room was quick and without incident, which could mean my luck was changing. I slipped into my room and quickly opened the bag; it contained a black coat and black shoes and a note. I took the shoes out and hung the coat up and opened the note, the instructions were simple, “remove the maids uniform and white shoes and place them in the bag and put on the black shoes and coat,” which was now just going to be over my underwear. After cleaning my face and reapplying my make-up it was time to head down to the lobby and the taxi rank.

I know all these stories start out this way but I am not gay. I’m married, I have kids, and I’ve never had a gay relationship. Still with all that said, lately I’ve had a burning desire to meet a live transsexual. No that’s not the truth I want more than just to meet her I want to explore her body. I’m not talking about a boy in a dress but a female with a penis.

It all started with a joke e-mail sent to me by a friend. It was a picture of a hot chick and it said if you liked how she looked to click on the picture for more. Well of course, I clicked and the second picture showed she had a dick. For some reason I couldn’t get her out of my mind, how could she look so sexy and be a man. When I Googled transsexual it brought up over a million and a half hits. Ah, internet porn, you know how it is, the more you look at the more you want to see. There are literally thousands of transgendered people with their picture on the net. Most were not as pretty as the email I received but they all were part woman and part man. I am not naive I mean I knew about transsexuals, it’s just that it was gay stuff so I never looked into it.

It became an obsession with me and whenever I could steal some alone time, I would jump on my PC and look up lady-boy sites. I would become so excited looking at these women I’d need to masturbate to relieve the pressure building up inside me. After orgasm, I always had homophobic feelings and the guilt would make me swear off ever looking at these sick pages again. Still I couldn’t keep away and I always returned again and again until I happened to select one page that had an advert for a club in my hometown. I now knew what I had to do and even as I feared that, it might change my life forever there was no denying my desire. As I’ve said I’m a married man but I told fatih escort myself it was the same as going to a strip club and even if my wife disagreed I never thought of them to be cheating. The place was called Gendy’s T-Room and I remember seeing the place before but I never even gave the obvious name a second thought.

When Beth wanted to go visit her mother for the weekend I said I had to work but told her to take the kids and go enjoy herself. Just so I couldn’t be called a liar, I did go into work Saturday but the only thing I thought about was Saturday night. I have to say I was scared, I knew this could end up being a giant step off a steep precipice but there was no turning back I had to see for myself.

Gendy’s was dark and seedy, it smelled of stale beer, and god knew what else. I walked in a little after nine and the place was near empty. The bartender was talking to the only patron at the bar and when I walked up, she turned to look at me.

“Well, look what we have here Lucy a geek from suburbia down to look at the freaks.”

I sat down red faced and ordered a beer as I realized my adventure was rapidly turning into a disaster.

“Listen honey, don’t pay any attention to her, she’s just bitter being stuck behind that bar all night.”

“No, she’s right that’s why I’m here I just wanted to see a real live ah, ah…”

“That’s all right; you can call us t-girls we don’t mind.”

“Thanks I don’t want to be disrespectful, I’m just curious.”

“Well for two hundred bucks you can get as curious as you want with me.”

I could see Lucy was at least part Asian or maybe Filipino, she was very dark skinned but with shiny black hair and a charming smile. Although she had small breasts, the bra she ortaköy escort wore pushed them up and showed them off. She wore a tiny skirt and high heels that must have been five inches tall. I decided to push my luck and I told her she was much too beautiful to be a real t-girl. Although she knew I was lying she liked the compliment so she took my hand and put it under her skirt. Just like that, I had my hand wrapped around her penis. I was not revolted as any straight man should be, I was turned on, and I wanted more.

I said yes, she grabbed my hand and led me to her room upstairs. I had no idea how I could explain the two hundred to my wife but at that point I didn’t care. As soon as we were in her shabby little room, she held her hand out and I counted out two hundred dollars for her. When I told her I had never done anything like this she snickered and said she show me what to do. I felt my erection throbbing as I watched her slowly undress down to her dainty panties. Her teasing was driving me up the wall as she rubbed herself just as a girl would through her panties. I’m sure she could see how excited I was,

“You really want to see it don’t you? Would you kiss it for me if I show it to you?”

I was so turned on I couldn’t speak so I just dropped to my knees in front of her. My first kiss was through her panties and I felt her penis stir with my lips. She turned from me and slowly slid them down and my next kisses were on her bare bum. I think that’s where she knew she had me if I would kiss her bare ass I’d kiss her anywhere. She now turned back around to show me herself. Still a tease she bounced her penis on my lips but refused to let me to put her in my mouth. She called it her clitty and although it was rather small for fındıkzade escort a penis, it was definitely not a clit. I had to taste it I wanted her in my mouth, in front of this woman on my knees I began to beg. I looked up to her face and I saw an evil grin,

“You can kiss but to taste it will cost you more money.”

I was in a frenzy I no longer cared about anything; I pulled out my wallet and just gave it to her. I think this act of complete submission to her surprised her. She just threw my wallet on the floor by my knees and then put her still soft penis in my mouth.

I can’t tell you what I’d expected but the feeling of her soft member growing first firm and then to erect in my mouth was the most erotic experience in my life. I couldn’t wait for her to cum I wanted to taste it, to feel it slide down my throat and then she pulled herself out from my lips.

“I’m sorry baby but you shouldn’t drink a girls juices until you get to know her.”

I realized she was talking about safe sex, something I hadn’t even considered. She was right, what an idiot I was but still I was deeply disappointed. She pulled her panties back up and then kissed me; I put my arms around her and held the kiss. We then lay down together and made out like teenagers and I kissed her breasts and teased her nipples. She asked me if I wanted to cum and I said only if she would so I undressed and she rubbed me and I her. I was so excited I came in about two strokes. It was then, when I stopped thinking with my little head that I saw what I was doing. No matter how I tried to explain it I had my hand around a man’s cock. Lucy saw that the fantasy was over and told me she was done.

I sheepishly got dressed, when I picked up my wallet I held it in my hand but she said she was just kidding and that we had a deal. I asked her if I could see her again and she said she was in the club every night. I know she’s just a hooker, a hooker who is half man but I also know she’s much more than that she is also a woman with a heart. I walked out of her room knowing I’d be back and that it was no longer curiosity it was now desire.