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Flight Instruction Ch. 1

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My adventure began on a JAL flight from the old Kai Tak airport in Hong Kong to Osaka. The bookstore in the departure lounge had a nice little section of femdom erotica and I purchased a few magazines to bring with me on the flight. As I boarded the plane, I bumped right into this absolutely gorgeous stewardess and a strange thing happened- any other Japanese woman would have immediately apologized for the incident, despite it being my fault. This gorgeous woman looked me right in the eye and said, “You really should watch where you are going”; her voice was absolutely all business.

I felt a little chastised and was looking down at her nametag-Junko-when she asked to see my boarding pass in a fairly sharp tone. And then directed me to my seat with a mere hand gesture, rather than with the typical fawning and diminutive behavior that I associated with Asian women, particularly stewardesses. The flight was fairly empty, being that it was one that had been cancelled the day before and pretty much everyone else from that flight was placed on a different airline yesterday. I had taken the opportunity to stay the extra day and went out carousing all night with friends in Hong Kong. So I was one of only three people in the first class section and the rest of the flight was similarly empty.

I grabbed a few magazines from the rack, sat down, and started to thumb through them. I suddenly felt a sharp tug as the very same stewardess roughly grabbed the seatbelt that was under me and pulled the other end around, clicking them together and tightening it in one quick motion. While she did this I was equally distracted by her perfectly manicured nails (blood red and perfect) and by her gorgeous legs which were covered by sheer black stockings. I felt a little embarrassed that she was had buckled me in-like I wasn’t capable of doing that myself. She then tugged the free end even more, making it too tight for me to breathe comfortably. I looked up at her questioningly and practically whispered, “Isn’t that a little tight”. All I got in response was a tight commanding smile, challenging me to say more. Well, I was too tired to care- I was dead to the world before we were wheels up. The flight took off and I was in another world.

I awoke as horny as I’d ever been- no rhyme or reason, just raging hormones. No one around- I got up and took the femdom magazines down from my bag in the overhead bin. As I sat there reading, a deliciously dirty feeling swept through me, like I was a teenager getting away with something. ankarakazan.com I didn’t notice her until her hair swept down across my face and I smelled her alluring fragrance. I would have jumped, except that the seatbelt was too tight for me to move. Immediately I closed the magazine and looked up at her, blushing with embarrassment. Her hand quickly gripped my jaw and forced my head straight and she whispered, “You know, that kind of filth isn’t tolerated in my country”.

I could only stammer, “Uh, re-re-really?”

But she was already gone. I sat there for a minute, wondering what the hell to do- what can I say? I was humiliated…I closed my eyes for a second, thinking I am such a tool, when I again felt her warm breath in my ear, “Come with me”, she commanded.

I followed her into the bathroom. She pushed me backwards against the toilet and I fell backwards onto the lid. Junko turned and locked the door. She then sat up against the tiny sink and placed her two gorgeous high heels on either side of me on the commode. And stared at me, “You will do everything I tell you to do, yes?” I could only nod. She shimmied up a bit to get her skirt around her hips, revealing the dark bands of the top of her stockings, contrasted by her creamy thighs. Her sheer white panties glowed translucently, perfectly framing her black pubic hair beneath.

“Now eat my pussy, little man”, came the command. I was so excited and scared and turned on I couldn’t move. But she was impatient. Junko entwined her fingers behind my head and pulled my nose deeply into her scent. And held me there. My mouth pressed up against those perfect panties, feeling her juices beginning to seep through. Nose crushed into her slit, absorbing all there was to smell. But I could not breathe. My entire head was surrounded by her: legs wrapped around my neck, hands pulling me deeper, thighs pressing tightly against my ears. Oxygen was needed- I was suffocating- I started to panic and tried to push away and then I heard the most sinister sound: giggling- she was laughing at my plight and meeting each of my movements with an even tighter grip around my head. And that was the precise moment when I relinquished all control and stopped struggling- I knew then that she had me and her will was mine. She felt me relax and whispered, “Good.”

She loosened her hold on me briefly and pulled a tie at the side of her panties, revealing her perfect neatly shaven pussy. She undid a belt on her skirt and pulled the skirt and panties away. “Get to work,” she ordered. Desperately wanting to satisfy this demanding woman, I licked, nuzzled, nibbled, sucked, and tongued her for all my worth, her juices flowing steadily, covering my mouth and nose. I could feel her excitement- if I slowed down her thighs and hands clamped down, encouraging me to lick and suck harder. I was breathing and living in her gorgeous womanhood, worshipping her essence. My entire being wanted to please her, to meet her desires. Her orgasms came quickly one after another, the black high heels tattooing the rhythm of her peaks on my back. Then with one final suppressed scream, her thighs fell to the side and she pushed my head away. “You’re not bad- given more training, you might even satisfy me sometime”. I beamed at the compliment.

“Stand up, face the mirror, and put your hands on the sink.” I did as she ordered as she moved behind me. “Don’t move.” She quickly unbuckled my belt, popped the buttons on my trousers open, and slid them down my legs. My cock was hard, pushing against the cotton of my boxers. My underwear were pushed down too, allowing my dripping penis to spring free. I moaned. She then quickly slid my shoes, pants, and boxers off and stood behind me once more. I could feel her still warm wet crotch push up against my ass as she wrapped her long fingers around my dick and started stroking. “Do you like it?” she whispered.

“More than anything.”

“Good. I’m in a generous mood.” With that, she knelt down behind me, hand still gently shafting my prick. I sighed in disappointment when she took her hand off. Then I was being pushed forward by her hands as they pulled my ass cheeks apart. Her warm breath on my ass made me whimper. She blew more and I wriggled. “Stop moving, pervert.” Her tongue speared me quickly- I bit my lip to keep from screaming. It felt like it was eight inches long; it was everywhere- rimming me, stabbing my hole, exploring deep in my rectum, electrifying each and every nerve ending. I reached down for my prick but she slapped my hand away. She stood up again and I moaned in disappointment. Her hot pussy thrust against my now wet hole.

She looked at me in the mirror, staring deep into my eyes as she placed one perfect slim finger against her plush plum lips and pushed it into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked it in. The finger came out glistening. Her eyes flashed a brief smile and I could feel her fingernail scrape against my asshole. I gulped and then the finger slowly started to slide in. I tensed up- “Relax or I’ll fist your ass!” I forced myself to relax. The finger insinuated itself into my virgin ass until I felt the rest of her hand against my butt. My eyes fluttered close with embarrassment. “Look at me!” I opened my eyes and found her drawing me in, challenging me to stop her intrusion of my most private place. And then she started fucking me. Slowly at first, tantalizing me, teasing me. Smiling that evil little grin. I started to involuntarily move to meet her finger, impatient for the pleasure. A second finger joined the first. She smiled, knowing that I loved to be fucked, to be taken by her. The fingers moved faster, as did my hip movements.

“Who’s my bitch? Hunh? Who’s my little fuck hole?” I knew her hand was a blur between my legs and each time her fingers stabbed against my prostate, I yelped. My eyes fluttered close and she chastised me and demanded they be opened- she was fucking me with her eyes as much as she was with her fingers. The pleasure was building and I could feel this tremendous pressure deep in my balls and gut. The fingering slowed to a stop and she gently pulled her digits from my soundly fucked hole. A little sigh from me- still hard, insanely turned on, not willing to disobey her and start jerking off furiously. She dug briefly through her bag and stood up.

Then I felt this cold hardness press against my ass. I started to jump, but my movement halted when she slapped me hard on the ass. The unknown object started sliding into my hole, her eyes all the while on mine. I’m sure my fear was readily apparent, just as her absolute command of me was clear in her eyes. The cold plastic got thicker and thicker. “Too big”, I grunted.

“No one asked you, bitchy,” she smiled. My asshole stretched to the limit, and then I felt relief as the narrow end of the plug popped in. She patted my ass. “There, there, that wasn’t so bad, was it whiner?” She didn’t wait for the response, but twisted a knob, sending the butt plug a vibrating. Ignoring me, she bent down and rummaged through the pile of clothes. Up came her sheer panties, untied at one side, still glistening with her juices. Grinning, she placed them around my hips and knotted them tightly, trapping my hard and dripping cock. Made me step into my pants, pulled them up, efficiently buckled them. Put my underwear into her bag, smoothed her skirt, fixed her make-up and said, “Put your shoes on and return to your seat- we’re landing soon.” The look of confusion on my face was too much for her- “Oh, I’m not done with you yet.” She opened the door. “And no playing with your little dick, either- it’s mine now.”

To Be Continued…

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Eyes of Rose Ch. 01

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Master always enjoyed attention late in the afternoon as work was dying down for him. I was purring softly into his thigh innocently, but I knew very well what it did to him. He stroked my ears and the top of my head to encourage my nuzzling as I kneeled there.

I was on my knees bent over his chair into his lap like usual. My arms around him I usually napped while he stroked me and gave me attention. Sometimes Master was grumpy and neglected touching me. Even preferring me to go lay on the couch in the office. Sometimes he was angry and I tried my best to sooth him by being so close. Master always appreciates me though.

His fingers rubbed the tips of my ears as I nuzzled there peacefully. I was already soaked, feeling a small bead of wetness leaking down my thigh as the time of day when Master would fuck me came closer. Even if Master was not there or I was not in the office I always became hot this time of day like clockwork. My body learned to anticipate this.

Master Malus pushed his paperwork aside and leaned back, looking down at me with that sexy smile. I grinned back up at him, purring in the back of my throat.

“Master, do you need relief? You worked awful hard.” I said to him lovingly.

“Such a considerate girl you are, Rose.” He told me. Grasping my cheek he examined my full lips with his lustful eyes. “Your mouth, Rose.” He instructed. Even before he finished saying my name my hands were unbuckling his belt and unzipping. My small xslot hand fished for his cock and found it. Master was already hard. Lowering my mouth down I mouthed the tip and eased forward. Taking him down my throat was so easy, feeling every vein of him throbbing inside of my throat made me so much hotter.

His hands pressed down on my head, not pleased with me till my nose was buried in his pubic bone. Sucking at him I began to move up and down, letting him fuck my throat. And did Master love it… He was groaning so loud so quickly. My fingers kneaded at his balls, squeezing them gently to pleasure him more.

I grinned, knowing I could easily make Master very, very ready. Pulling away I stroked his wet cock, lubricated with my saliva and mouthed his balls, suckling so gently and humming. Master was swelling harder than I have felt him in a while.

Master began grunted and gasping out words to me. So into what I was doing I understood them a bit late. He was telling me he was going to cum. Lifting my head to late he shot all over my face. I mouthed the last few shots, but I felt the warmth running down my cheeks and my nose. I looked up at him scared I would find displeased eyes.

He only smirked down at me. I was silently, but my fingertip drug across my cheek and gathered some of his cum. I took it to my lips and licked it clean, suckling hungrily at the tip.

“My little kitty…” He said breathlessly. Master pushed his chair back and stood up. xslot Giriş Grasping my hand he pulled me up too and turned me around like usual. I bent over the desk as he pushed me forward and pulled up my little skirt, revealing my wet virgin sex to him and my ass that he regularly used. Master Malus always fucked my ass because he said he wanted to save it for something special. I always assumed maybe a special guest would use me and take it and I was being saved like a fine bottle of wine.

But as his wet cock head ran against my pussy and began to enter I was surprised more then ever. I was already moaning as he stuffed the first few inches of his cock inside me, meeting a fleshy barrier as he slowly filled me with what he could without bursting it. I grasped the edge of the desk and did something I knew was a bad girl thing to do. I pressed back against him, letting his thick cock impale me. Malus rammed forward as it began to give and stole my virginity from me so easily.

My eyes welled with tears as I whimpered, moaning in so much pain as some blood coated his cock. I couldn’t see but I knew there had to be a little blood from the sudden heat I felt.

It did not take long however to feel his tip hit inside of me, feeling him touching the wall of my womb. Now I was starting to cry and whimper in pleasure, pressing my little hips back into his cruel thrusts. He was taking me for the first time like he would take a woman well seasoned in sex. His xslot Güncel Giriş thick cock banged inside of me almost violently, his hands holding my thighs.

My body was giving him soooo much nectar to use, feeling it run down the back of my legs. This felt so much better than when he took my ass. He taught me how to let it feel good by playing with my pussy the first few times he did it. But now to have him inside of my sensitive body was to much. Feeling him bang against my wall I began to orgasm, squeezing his cock as he buried it inside of me.

Master must have been loving the feeling too. Not only was he so swollen but he was in bliss. I heard his groans as he thrust into me.

It was too much again when he reached under me and began to rub my clit. Orgasming again I became limp on the desk, almost unable to move.

But Master stopped. His thrusts stopping a moment my pussy ached in slight pain after the pleasure left. The sudden surprise of his slick cock invading my ass made me forget the pain.

At one time this was my only pleasure. Feeling Master’s cock inside of my ass felt more natural than in my pussy. I felt like such a dirty girl. He made me feel special that he would rather fuck my ass than return to his bride immediately and use her. I tightened my asshole around his thick cock to pleasure him, moaning weakly to his advances as he continued rubbing my clit.

It took so long, but I began to quake and spill my thick nectar all over the oak desk. Master grunted out, grasping tightly as I felt him shooting his thick seed inside of my ass. It felt so warm, making me lay in post orgasm bliss and purr at the warm sensation.

I have a very good Master.

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The Playpen Ch. 02

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As Master Dave restarted Jillian’s training program he realized his mistake. Chrissy’s program had not been running. When the override command had failed, there was nothing to direct her to a docile state. Furthermore, in a panic he had flooded the whole house with the gas including the control room. With the control room flooded he fell prey to the only program running. Jillians’.

When Master Dave had gotten board with Cheryls’ brother and decided to take on her boyfriend he had created the “marker tones” allowing him to run two or more training programs at the same time. Each subject receiving only input specific to that individual. He had had a short encounter with what was going on in Jillians’ mind and would ensure that wouldn’t happen again by creating a marker of his own.

Master Dave reset the subroutines to re-enforce the override command in Chrissy’s mind and hit enter. He would have to re-evaluate the command but thus far it had worked. That bitch Cheryl was the problem, he knew she would be trouble. Oh Fuck! Cheryl!

Cheryl was in trouble. Her own thoughts mixed with the input of two entirely different programs. Conflicting and confusing thoughts. She heard herself scream as her mind was bombarded with the override command and thoughts of feeling pretty and sucking cocks, yearning for the reward of being such a good little slut. She whimpered “no”, as her own thoughts began to recede, crawled to the corner and curled up in a fetal position, her eyes screwed shut and began to shake uncontrollably.

Master Dave had to think fast. He checked the monitor and scanned the room for Cheryl. Chrissy was sucking on Jillians’ limp dick as happy as could be but Cheryl looked bad. He shut down both programs and hit the ground running to the pink room. He held his breath, slung Cheryl over his shoulder and ran back to the control room and gently set her down on the sofa. After restarting the programs his twisted mind began to formulate a plan.

First, he needed to find out what shape Cheryls’ mind was in. That would mean waking her and since the other two would not be anything close to coherent for a while he felt it his right to indulge in a little foreplay.

Cheryl’s drug fogged mind slowly regained reality. She was lying on a very comfy bed but for some reason she couldn’t move. Her eyes fluttered open. She felt so content but something was amiss. Something just wasn’t quite right. Maybe it was a dream she had. As reason crept into her mind she thought she heard a familiar voice. And then another. And beneath it all was a song, no, a tone that just wouldn’t stop. Gaining in speed was the ever increasing thought that she should not be here. But she belonged here right? Tied to the bed? Waiting for a John to have his way with her.

Doctor Dave entered Isolation Room One at the same time Cheryl opened her eyes. He stood there for a few moments and then said hi. Cheryl looked over to him with a question in her eye. Dr. Dave said, “You’ve had a rough few day’s but I’m very confident you’ll be fine soon.

How long have I been here?

About a week now sweetie.

Why am I here?

You of all people should know.

But I don’t. And why am I tied to the bed?

You’ve been a rather bad girl Cheryl. Would you like me to untie you?

Oh, yes please Doctor Dave.

You won’t cause any trouble will you?

Well of course not.

Well just this once ok.

As Master Dave released Cheryl he asked, “do you remember how you got here”?

Cheryl thought for a moment, but thinking was hard to do. Master Dave saw the look of confusion in her eyes.

You’ve been sedated for over a week now. It’s rather normal that it should take a while for your mind to restart. So I will fill you in.

Right now you’re in my Playpen. Room

. Your best friend Chrissy was being a bad little girl. It was all your fault really so I have done some things you may or may not like. First, you’re a cum hungry slut just like Chrissy. You do remember Chrissy right? Your best friend and ex-boyfriend? Second, you’re unable to hurt me. Any attempt to do so will result in pain. Pain the likes of which you have never known. Third, Chrissy is in room

, just across the hall. She is currently being taught how to behave all over again as you seem to have screwed that up.

Master Dave saw just a hint of clarity in Cheryls’ eyes.

He continued. Fourth, that pig Johnny is no more. He is now Jillian and always will be. Your new sister if you will. Jillian has graciously given me power of attorney and her millions are now mine to do with as I please. She is in Room
.

Cheryl felt the anger growing from someplace deep inside her. She remembered everything but the last week or so. Even her sister now somewhere in the Caribbean soaking up the sun and teasing the boys in her thong bikini, happy and content. As she lunged at Doctor Dave the pain started in her toes, shot straight up her spine and settled in the back of her mind. It felt like her whole being was on fire. She dropped to her xslot knees for a moment before hitting the floor.

Master Dave didn’t even flinch as Cheryl came at him with vengeance in her eyes. Think nice thought’s Cheryl or the pain won’t go away. Think about something nice like eating pussy and sucking dick or the pain won’t go away. Cheryl heard the words and a wave of desire washed over her. A nice wet pussy would be nice right now but that Doctor fellow would have a big fat dick to suck and how she loved the feeling as one slid down her throat and gave her the protein she so desperately needed. As the pain receded she rose to her knees. She stared straight at the good Doctor’s crotch hoping for the reward she earned for thinking nice thoughts.

Cheryl!!! Master Dave shouted. The look on Cheryls’ face was priceless. Confused and conflicted, Cheryl came back to her senses.

Doctor Dave was speaking. You see my little slut you cannot hurt me. I’ve done some things to your mind but for the most part it’s intact. You will do as I say or there will be pain. Your punishment for interfering will be to assist me as I shape the minds of others. Your morals have not been changed and you will always know how I have taken control of your life.

As the Good Doctor was speaking, laying out the rules, Cheryl wasn’t listening, she was planning her next attack. When he rose and turned to the door she saw her opportunity and that’s when she saw the white sheet of pain erupt from her very soul. As Doctor Dave passed through the doorway he said, “Think nice thoughts sweetie”.

Cheryl dropped to her knees once again, the pain cutting through her like she were made of cotton candy. Think nice thought’s…….Think nice thought’s!!!! Doctor Dave had really left her untouched except for a few modifications and as she reached for her pussy and began to massage it the pain started to recede. She rubbed herself to orgasm and by then the pain had stopped. She needed to think she told herself. As she looked up and saw the CCTV camera she made an “O” with her mouth and started bobbing her head.

Master Dave looked at the monitor outside Room

and thought, “Oh Please”. Faking it now? Your such a stupid slut. He turned the monitor off and walked across the hall to Room

.

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Master Dave turned on the monitor and watched as Chrissy sucked on an imaginary dick and got an imaginary ass pounding. What a sight! Her useless dick hung between her legs and her ball sack (now empty) swinging in the breeze. Jeez, I should help her out.

Chrissy was in heaven but at the same time it felt like hell. As Master Dave entered the room she knelt in position before him. She undid his belt and waited for permission to unbutton, unzip, and reveal the golden stallion.

You may proceed slut.

Master Dave had wiped Chrissy’s mind clean over the last week and a half. She was no-one anymore but a cum hungry slut. More than before everything had gone haywire. She would do a horse if he willed it. The override command had been removed and a new one installed. It simply said, “sleep”. The first command had been too complex and required the subject to think first before obeying. The new command was simple and required no thought. Nice.

As Chrissy sucked Master Daves’ Dick, something was still clawing at the back of her mind. She wasn’t as far gone as the Master would think. But try as she might she just couldn’t bring it to the surface. It was like a memory trapped at the bottom of a pot of hot bubbling oil. So close you could see it but not able to touch it. The stallion shot it’s seed into Chrissy’s mouth and she swallowed with vigor and then licked it clean. Just as she was programmed to do. Nice.

Chrissy frowned as the golden stallion slipped limp from her mouth.

Please Master Dave, I need more.

Now, now, you little whore, I have one more patient to see. Don’t be so greedy, Jillian is waiting for me.

Can I go too?

Not today you little slut. Go fix your make up or something or play with your toys or do whatever but I’m training a new slut right now and she needs my attention. A single tear left the corner of Chrissy’s eye as she heard the lock on the door strike home and the Master was gone.

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Room
was special and Johnny now Jillian was finding out all the special things about this room. The uncaring and womanizing pig never stood a chance really. Not that he ever had one anyway. Two days after Johnny appeared on his doorstep the surgery went on as planned despite Cheryls’ interference. Johnny was now Jillian in every way shape and form. Dr. Susan Howard had said the surgery had gone without a hitch. Adams apple shaved, facial reconstruction, penis removed and molded into the most perfectly tight vagina. Hormone implants in place and last but not least. My own program beating on that pathetic little brain. He was no more a boy than Cheryl was. He turned on the monitor. There’s my little whore he thought out loud.

Jillian couldn’t even fathom xslot Giriş putting two and two together unless there was sex involved. She couldn’t wait for her tits to grow in. Master Dave had said that that wouldn’t take too long now that the implants were in place. Master Dave had given her everything she wanted including a nice wet pussy to have and to hold and play with once in a while. But she couldn’t play with that just yet. Which is why she must remain strapped to the frame that held her in the proffered position, on her hands and knees. A fucking machine to the front and back. The machines were turned off but he promised her he would turn them on as soon as she healed properly. Till then she could push her backside just far enough back to touch her rosebud and reach just far enough forward to lick the fake penis in front of her. I’m so fucking horny to try out both she thought.

Master Dave watched as what was soon to be his greatest success licked the head of the fake dick. There would be no denying what Jillian craved. Or thought she did anyway. The same override command was in place as with Chrissy but unlike Chrissy the command could be given verbally. He would do that with Chrissy too but right now Jillian was on his mind. He hit the intercom and said, “sleep”. Jillian slept.

Master Dave entered and checked Jillians’ dressings. Very good he whispered. Dr. Susan will be happy with your progress. Wake up my pet! Jillian stirred and then smiled at the golden stallion staring her in the face. She licked her lips and then her tongue reached to lick the tip of the stallion but she couldn’t reach that far. Soon my pet, soon I will show you pleasure and pain the likes of which only I can show you. “Sleep my pet…..Sleep”

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Quiet filled the house as Master Dave sat at the control panel and observed the subjects on display. Chrissy was playing with a rather large and realistic looking butt plug while Cheryl continued to scream and then rub her pussy. Her repeated attempts to break the door to her room down resulting in violation of the pain command resulting in her rubbing her pussy to stop the pain. It was quite amusing actually. She almost looked like she was starting to enjoy it. Go figure.

That fucking asshole should not have done this to me. I’m going to fuck him and fuck him hard she thought as she hit the door one more time and once again the pain flooded through every fiber of her body. She would not think of pussy and cock but rub her now raw clit to relieve the pain. I will not give in to his will, he left me this way on purpose and I will fuck him. I promise I will fuck him. I just have to find a way before it’s too late. The efforts finally took their toll and she lay on the floor wondering what was happening with Chrissy and Jillian across and down the hall. A moment later she was fast asleep but her mind did not find peace in slumber.

**********

The Caribbean sun was warm on her skin. She could feel it’s relaxing rays take away the worries of the day till there were none. She thought back to a time before it all started. A time when he was all boy. A time when he was Tom, not Tabatha. Walking home from school and stopping at the lake to skip rocks. He never saw the man in the shadows and when he did it was too late. That hateful man with the sinister grin had taken him to a place he didn’t understand. Confused him with drugs and thought’s not his own. Sent him home only hours later but the damage had already been done. He was compelled to return to the house by the lake for more training as he put it. He tried to hide his embarrassment as his breasts grew and one day his sister took him aside and ripped off his shirt. He cried uncontrollably while his sister looked on in disgust. Your developing like a girl she said. What’s wrong with you anyway. Tom ran and ran and ran till he could run no more. His sister’s words echoed in his ears and tears began to flow again.

Tabatha shook her head. That was then and this is now. I’m not that sissy boy anymore and haven’t been for a long time. I’m all girl now! The Thai docs saw to that. No more man between legs as they put it. I did finally tell my sister Cheryl about everything but I also made her swear she would do nothing. I was happy and after all isn’t that what we all seek. She wasn’t so sure. Later she heard rumors of a man at the lake that was kind of weird. He liked sissy boy’s and had some kind of laboratory and stuff. She was just about to nod off when the scream filled her head. She knew the voice and immediately said, “Sis?”.

When the scream came again it was like déjà vu. She heard that same scream from her own mind so many years ago. Cheryl was in trouble! The same kind of trouble that had changed him into her. But Cheryl was already a her so how could that make any sense. She called Cheryls’ cell phone and a voice all too familiar answered. This can’t be she thought.

Can I speak with Cheryl please.

Hi Tabby, the man said.

Put Cheryl on now or I swear I will call the police.

All xslot Güncel Giriş the way from the Caribbean? The man said.

How did he know? Look mister, put my sister on now!

Or you’ll do what?

Shit! What could she do? What do you want?

I want you to come home Tabby.

Noooooo!

He no sooner spoke those words when life came crashing down around her. Daddy had called her home and she would follow. She had no choice. She had just enough time to think that the distance would give her just that. Time to think. Back in her hotel room she put on her pleated school girl skirt and white tie top over her bikini. She didn’t even check out of the room and just headed to the airport. At least on the flight home she did have time to think. Daddy would have Cheryl in one of the rooms in the basement. He called it the playpen. She knew of the things that happened there and not one of them playful from the subjects point of view. He had the power to shape a mind to his own twisted will. His thoughts invading and encompassing the soul till it breaks. His thoughts become yours. His needs become yours. His will becomes yours. And when you break….You are his to command. I won’t let Daddy hurt you sis. I won’t. Tabbys’ on her way.

So nice of Cheryl to lend me her cell phone and tell me where Tabby was. I need all my girls home for Jillian’s coming out party. Tabby should be on her way. She was the first and the training though effective is out of date. I’ll get her booked into room .

Tabatha woke with a jolt as the plane landed. Her first thought, “I’m home Daddy”. Her second thought, ” I can’t afford to think like that”. Her mind would be on Daddy but her only command thus far was to come home. If she couldn’t hear him he couldn’t tell her what to do. Earplugs! No, that won’t work. Wait, I can’t stop where I’m going but how I arrive is a different story. Silence him before he can do the same to me. But how?

Cheryl opened her eyes when Doctor Dave walked into the room. She scooted to the corner in a state of panic.

Cheryl, I’m happy to report that your sister Tabby is on her way.

How did you manage that?

That’s not important, what is important is how you’re going to help me get her training up to par with the rest of you. I’m going to bring you upstairs right now. You cannot leave this house or the pain will consume you to the point of no return.

I won’t help you…..

Ah, but you have no choice in this you see. It would be better if you helped me willingly. If you don’t I will simply make you.

I will help you she said in a defeated voice.

Very good then, shall we go?

As Cheryl reached the top of the stairs Doctor Dave grabbed her arm and led her to a bathroom. Do your business and for God’s sake get a shower, you stink. I’ll be back with some fresh clothes in a few minutes and you had better be done. Cheryl welcomed the shower and in other circumstances may have even enjoyed it. While she was drying off the Good Doctor walked in and threw a pile of clothes on the floor and said, “Put these on and make your face pretty with the make up on the counter. Turn yourself into the slut you are.”.

One thing was working to Tabathas’ advantage. Having grown up a boy around the lake he knew it like the back of his hand. Or her hand. She pulled the rental car to a stop when the dirt road ended. Just over the hill would be her Daddy’s house. She fought the impulse to run to Daddy and carefully made her way through the woods.

Cheryl wrapped the towel around her and used the make up to put on her best slutty face. No need to piss Doctor Dave off now when she was so close to escape. Hopefully with her sister. She had tested the pain last night and found a way to make it tolerable. But what else had the Good Doctor done to her mind and what else could he do with a simple command? She looked down at the clothes. Not surprising, things only a slut would wear. Right up my alley to be honest. She put on the garter belt and black fishnets. Next came the ruffled tanga panties. What? No bra? She slipped on the pleated school girl skirt and white tie top leaving the midriff exposed.

Tabatha circled to the front of the house unseen. She was sure of it. There were two cars, one parked in the grass area next to that stupid front yard pool and Cheryls’ maybe six feet from the front door pitched sideways. Deep ruts in the gravel before it. She arrived in a hurry. Why? The pull to just go home to Daddy was strong but she resisted. There was something more going on here.

Doctor Dave watched as Tabby snuck in from the back. But she was here and that said it all. He grabbed Cheryl by the arm and led her to a sitting room just off the foyer. “Sit” he said. She complied. Doctor Dave sat beside her and put an arm over her shoulder and a hand on her thigh. Tabby is just outside ya know.

Tabatha crept to the windows just outside the sitting room. She knew from experience this window would provide the best view of the interior. But the view was obscured by an almost opaque silk curtain now. She could just make out a man and a woman sitting on the love seat. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized it was Daddy and her sister. Daddy! She shouted. And then came the sting of a needle and all went black.

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She was not sure what he had in store for her today. He had told her that he was going to push her hard, but had not explained any further. As she sat in the car, her mind was going over all the possibilities, trying to figure out what he might do. As much as she liked to think she could figure out what he had in mind, in reality she knew that he wasn’t really all that predictable. As she sat there, she became more aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. It had started as simply not wearing panties, but then her mouth had made it worse, and he had told her no bra either. As much as it was uncomfortable because the fabric outlined her nipples, the thought that she was doing this because he had told her too had her pussy wet already.

As he talked, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. He saw the slight flush above the neckline of her shirt, and knew she was aroused, although he knew if he tried to get her to admit it, she wouldn’t. He was thinking about what he thought was probably going through her head at the moment. He had brought the collar with him when he had picked her up, and had her holding it in her lap during the ride downtown. He wanted to start the day off with her being very aware of her status at the moment. As they finally got to his house, he parked and they got out, walking to his house.

They walked inside and she started to go upstairs to put her purse down, when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

“Stop” he said as he let of her shoulder “pick up your hair”.

She put her purse down on the floor, and reached up to hold her hair up. He took the collar out of his pocket, where he had put it before they had left the car, and reached up, sliding it onto her neck. She felt a slight pressure as he closed it, and then she let her hair down again. She started to talk away again, but before she took another step, he spoke again.

“Stop, turn around” she sighed and turned to face him, “kneel”.

She shot him a quick dirty look, and then knelt down, crossing her hands behind her back, knowing this position by now. He looked at her for a moment before speaking again

“Who are you?” he asked, knowing he disliked having to answer this question. She gave him another dirty look and refused to answer.

“Who are you?” he asked again, and this time she realized it would a much better idea to answer than deal with any punishment he might com up with, especially since he could now punish her physically.

“You’re slut sir,” she said very quietly.

“What? I did not quite hear you. Who are you?”

“Your slut, sir” she repeated louder.

“Yes you are, aren’t you? Thank you, you can stand up again”

She stood up and waited a second to see if he was going to stop her from going upstairs again, when he did not, she grabbed her purse and went upstairs, while he checked his computer. As she waited a minute for him to come upstairs, she felt the collar on her neck, and various thoughts flooded her mind. She had never seen herself as someone who would enjoy being submissive, and yet her she was being just that, and being very aroused from it. This frustrated her as much as it aroused her, and she was determined not to make it easy for him today. Somehow she had a feeling she would regret it, but she didn’t want to think about that at the moment.

She had just come to this decision as he came up to the living room. He walked over to her and putting a hand on the back of her neck, pulled her towards him, kissing her. She reached up and put her hands on his arms, and he immediately pulled away.

“Keep your arms at your side”

He leaned in to kiss her again, and she again out her hands on his arms. He pulled away again

“You just can’t follow instructions can you?” he asked.

She smirked up at him, put her hands on her hips and replied

“I can I just choose not to” he looked at her for a second, and then suddenly reached up grabbing her hair and pulling her head back.

She gasped slightly in surprise, xslot even as that action increased her arousal.

“You are my slut, and you will follow my instructions today. You can make this easy or difficult on yourself, the more you push me, the more I will push back. Do you understand?”

She let out a small whimper and then mentally berated herself for doing so.

“Yeah, I get it” she snapped at him.

He gripped her hair a little tighter

“Excuse me? Care to rephrase that?”

“Yes, I understand, sir” she correct.

“Good” with that let go of her hair again, and saw her fume a little. He found her resistance rather amusing when he knew she would give in at the end anyway.

“I want you to go upstairs, remove your clothes, and be kneeling on the floor when I come up. I will be up shortly,” he told her.

She didn’t reply, but simply started walking upstairs, putting a little extra swing in her hips, knowing he was watching her ass. She walked into the room and looked around; there weren’t any toys out yet. She removed her skirt and shirt, putting them on the chest. She then knelt down on the floor. She only waiting a minute before he came in, carrying a glass of water. He put the water down on the little table, looked and her but didn’t say a word to her. He walked around her and turned on the CD player, then walked back out of the room. She knelt there wondering what the heck he was doing; he hadn’t even spoken to her when he came in the room. A moment later, he came back into the room, this time carrying several things.

Again, he ignored her as he put what he had brought into the room down. She watched him, and she saw that he had brought the cane in. She hoped he didn’t use it on her, but she knew that considering she had every intention of being a pain in the ass, that she would probably wind up feeling its sting before the day was out. She thought she might be able to talk him out of it, but doubted it. He had put everything down and was now just watching her, knowing it would make her nuts. She decided that she has knelt there quietly for long enough and stood up. As he stood up she heard say sharply

“Did I tell you that you could stand up?” she looked at him when he said this

“No, you didn’t, but I was just kneeling there and…” but before she could finish her sentence, he had walked up to her, pulled her towards him and landed a hard blow to her ass.

Before she had a chance to complain he spoke again

“I didn’t tell you to stand up yet. Kneel” she debated whether to do so or not, and then decided it was not a good idea to not do it. She knelt again.

“Now, do you want to stand up?” he asked her.

She shot him a dirty look

“Yes, I want to get up, sir” she added with a bit of sarcasm.

“Ask me for permission”, she looked at him stunned for moment, she couldn’t believe he was asking her to ask permission to stand up.

He watched the thoughts go through her head as though they were written on her forehead, knowing that she hated having to ask permission for anything. She decided there was no way in hell that she was going to ask permission for this. She stood up again, and as she stood, she said

“There is no way in hell I am going to ask permission for something like that, and you should know it”

at that he quickly walked up to her, grabbed her hands behind her back with one hand, pushed her forwards so she was bent over, and proceeded to land several hard blows to her ass. He then let her stand up again, and told her to kneel again. This time she did so without complaint, keeping her head down.

“Now, this time, you wither ask permission, or the next thing I hit you with is the crop. Do you understand slut?” He loved to watch how she went so quickly from resisting to being very compliant.

“Yes sir. May I please stand up?” she asked quietly.

“Yes you may. Now that wasn’t that hard was it?” he asked, only getting a soft growl in response. “Watch it,” he warned xslot Giriş her.

“Go stand by at the bed, bend over it, with your hands on the bed”

She went over to the bed and did as he asked, except she didn’t spread her legs. He tapped her legs, telling her to spread them and she still did not. She was not really paying attention to him, so when the first blow of the crop hit her, she let out a surprised yell. Before she could respond, two more blows came down. He then stopped and tapped her legs again, this time she spread them.

“I am not going to put up with your attitude today, any resistance will be met with quick and severe punishment,” he told her firmly. “Stand up and turn around again” she did so, feeling the slight warmth of her ass by now.

He reached up and began to lightly play with and pinch her nipples, getting them very hard. As he did this, she closed her eyes and enjoyed, only to be startled out of it when he placed a clothespin on first one then the other nipple.

She opened her eyes quickly and saw he had picked up the crop again. He brought it up and lightly tapped her left nipple with the tip of it, making her move backwards since her nipple was now very sensitive. He reached out and repeated this with the right nipple, and this time she decided to stop him, so she reached up and grabbed the crop. Only after she did this did she realize just how bad a decision it had been. He simply looked at her for a second before speaking, he spoke very quietly and she realized she had really screwed up

“That is it, I warned you what would happen if you pushed me too hard, and yet you decided to anyway. That was your decision, but now you are going to have to deal with the consequences.”

As he said this, she wanted to see just how far she could push him at the same time that she wanted to apologize profusely and beg him not to be too annoyed with her. He could see her mind was racing, and wondering what she would decide to do.

She quickly let go of the crop, brought her hand back down and lowered her head, trying to look remorseful. He watched her for a second before moving away. He walked out of the room telling her not to move, that he would be right back. He came back in a moment, carrying wrist and ankle restraints and a spreader bar.

“Give me your wrists slut” she bit back a comment and simply held out her wrists for him as he attached the cuffs. “Go back over to the bed and get in the position you were before”

She started to walk over to the bed, when he took one of her hands and kissed it, and she knew that he wasn’t really that mad, but she had put him in a position where he couldn’t back down. She looked up for a second and gave him a small smile.

She got over to the bed, bent over with her hands apart and her legs spread this time. He came up behind her and she heard him kneel down and attach the cuffs to her ankles. She had to spread her legs another inch so he could attach the spreader bar too. Part of her wanted to say something to him, but she wasn’t sure what exactly. She decided to simply try and break the silence

“Uhm, sir, what are you going to do?” she knew he probably wouldn’t answer, but she hated the silence.

“You will find out soon enough, and if you talk again, other than to use your safeword or to answer a question, I will gag you. Do you understand?”

She swallowed heavily and replied with a quiet “yes sir”

The next thing she felt was his hand running softly down her back and over her ass, down one leg and then the other; goose bumps rose on her skin. His hands came back over her back and then around top her breasts, squeezing them softly at first, then harder, eliciting a soft gasp from her.

“How are your nipples doing?” he asked her, and his fingers played around her nipples.

“They hurt sir”

“Would you like me to take the clothespins off?”

“Yes please sir” she knew how much it hurt when they came off, but usually he used his mouth on them right xslot Güncel Giriş afterwards so it didn’t hurt too badly.

He grasped both the pins at once and took them off at the same time

“Ahhhh…owwww!” she yelled.

He massaged her nipples now, but it still hurt more than she was used to. Even through it though, she could feel her pussy juices starting to drip down her leg. He stroked and soothed her nipples for another moment before stepping away again. Suddenly she felt his hand on her pussy, letting his finger graze her clit occasionally. He played with her pussy for a little bit, using a finger to play with her g-spot for a minute and then going back to her clit. She was moaning and trembling slightly. He could tell she was getting close to orgasm.

“Sir, please let you slut cum” she hoped that by asked really nicely, he would let her, despite her behavior; she was wrong.

As soon as he heard her ask, he stopped altogether.

“No you may not cum. Do you really think you deserve to after the attitude you pulled?”

She didn’t answer since she guessed, correctly, that is was a rhetorical question. He pulled his hand away and she whimpered slightly in protest.

She desperately wanted him to touch her again, but knew that that wasn’t going to happen yet. The soft touch of leather on her back was the next thing she felt, and she was glad, because, as much as the flogger could hurt a little, it was something she enjoyed. She felt the first blow, and instead of hurting, it seemed like it went straight to her pussy. Each subsequent hit only served to arouse her more, although she knew she would have some bruises the next day. When he finished, she was breathing hard, and was as wet as she had ever been. He gently reached between her legs and played with her for a moment again. She almost said something nasty to him for teasing her so much, but knew it would only get her in more trouble.

She heard him go through a few things and then sensed him behind her again. She didn’t have time to register the sound she recognized as the cane before it hit her squarely on her ass. She yelped and jumped as much as her position allowed. He hit her again and she tried to be a bit quieter, but damn it, it hurt. The third blow hit her almost directly on the juncture between her thighs and ass, and she couldn’t help but yelp loudly again. The fourth and final one came and did hit that juncture, causing her to reflexively start to bring her hands back to shield herself. She stopped herself before her hands got very far though, thankfully.

He stepped away and put the cane down. She heard the sounds of him removing his pants and underwear. She hissed in a breath when she felt his hand on her ass. He stroked it a little, soothing the sting. She knew she would have a couple welts from the cane, she had had one the last time he used it one her. By this point, she was arching into any of his touches, desperate for some kind of stimulation. He knelt down and unattached the spreader bar, letting her being her legs together.

“Up on the bed” he told her.

She quickly obeyed getting on all fours on the bed, hoping he would just fuck her at this point. He didn’t let her down. He grasped her hips and quickly thrust into her. She let out a loud moan and clenched her muscles around him. He pumped in and out quickly several times before slowing down a little. He reached under her and found her clit, manipulating it roughly. She came almost immediately, and clenched very tightly around him as she did so. She leaned down and rested her head on her arms on the bed. He was very close now and his grip on her tightened. Shortly she heard him groan loudly and mumble something unintelligible. After he came they were both breathing very hard as he pulled out of her.

She lay down and rolled over to face him, slowly taking the cuffs off. He cleaned himself off and helped her with the last cuff. He reached up and gently removed the collar, putting it and the cuffs off the bed. He lay down next to her and she put her head on his chest with her arm over him. He kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you” she said quietly. She had wanted this fantasy for a while and he had given it to her.

“You’re welcome,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction and all characters represented here and in any additional parts of this story are all over the age of 21.

This tale involved crossdressing, bdsm & role playing. If these subjects do not interest you then I wish you well and hope you find a story on the site which you will enjoy.

The main characters in this tale are as follows:

Eric/Holly a 23 year old male who fantasizes about crossdressing, precisely as a submissive maid.

Abagail/Abby a 22 year old female who works as one of the role players.

Andrea/Abby’s mother a 41 year old female who owns the company who moves in next door to Eric.

If you choose to read this tale then I thank you in advance for doing so. When you have finished I hope you will leave a comment or a suggestion and I would ask that you please vote as well.

Holly

*****

Based on everything that had happened in the past two days, I’d found a level of happiness which surpassed any I might have imagined in the past. Life however has a way of reminding us that the only constant in it is change. When I awoke the next morning, I expected to find Abby beside me but instead the bed was empty and by the time I got up to the tenth floor, her mother and her were already in what I guess would be Abby’s new office, hard at work.

I had mixed feelings, seeing the young woman so absorbed in whatever it was that Andrea was explaining to her. At the moment I gave them their space, hoping that when the time came, she would need my help, in one way or another. Looking back, I wonder now what I could have done differently that might have saved my lover the pain and frustration which was yet to come.

The pattern continued over the next few days, Abby spending most of her time in the office, the look on her face so different from the carefree and impetuous one I had grown accustomed to. I would go in occasionally, hoping to either distract her or to see if I might assist, but her concentration was solely focused on the company now. I had never been jealous of an inanimate object before but I learned such a thing is indeed possible. The evening hours would grow late, and even when she finally would come to bed, I knew her mind was elsewhere.

I’d never had a real relationship before so when I look back now I know I should have been the one who took control. But, when you’ve been a submissive individual all your life, it’s not easy to believe you’re capable of taking such action. So, I kept my silence, hoping that the crash course in business that Abby was immersed in would soon end, and that things might return to a semblance of order. It was foolish of me to have thought that way.

The one bright spot in all of this was Thursday’s arrival and my next assignment. Unfortunately even it was dampened a bit by Abby announcing to all of us that she was removing herself from play. She told us while the transition from the parent to her child was taking place, she needed to focus on one thing only. The only exception to that rule was yet another command performance by our silent partner, scheduled for six days away. This time Batgirl wasn’t to be needed. He had decided to play his own part, Harley meeting his version of the nefarious lunatic, The Joker.

As for me, I would see not one, but two familiar faces that Saturday evening. Samantha Collins had returned and the second of our engagements would now include Antonio. When I heard that, I felt the first real smile I had enjoyed that week come to my face. He was as always at his most charming, reading through the script, his eyes with a lovely gleam to them. Once again though, my enthusiasm waned as it hurt to see that unlike Andrea, Abby wasn’t going to be as hands on as her mother had been. She was nowhere to be seen by the time we finished.

ROLE PLAYERS

SCENARIO

After the changes have been made to Holly, Ms. Collins continues to toy with her life, using the submissive gurl not only as her own maid but now in a rather degrading role within one of the companies that she owned.

That Saturday night when the curtain came up, I sat, taking dictation as Samantha concluded a business deal with Antoine. I had a feeling I knew where this was leading to but it was fun to at least have something to take my mind off the events of the week. I was more than happy to play along.

My normal bust line was anything but as I’d added considerable size thanks to the new forms which were as she had stated, 38D in size. My makeup was much more pronounced, fairly screaming harlot. I sported not only the beauty mark on my cheek she had requested but also a rather baroque design on my lower back. That vision would make its appearance in act two.

“So, do you have any questions or concerns about the contract Antoine?”

The handsome gentleman sitting across from the older woman who was portraying her position of CEO seemed to have his attention focused elsewhere. His eyes constantly having flickered between the powerful businesswoman and the young lady seated nearby. I was dressed in business attire, xslot thought the skirt I wore was far too short and probably inappropriate for the office, but not for the real position I held.

“No, no questions, but I’m wondering if you might have something to, shall we say, sweeten the deal before I sign Ms. Collins?

It was stated rather obviously, his eyes and attention fully directed my way as I heard my owner say. “Why of course Antoine. Holly, why don’t you show this gentleman how very much we desire his business.”

I stood up, putting down my writing pad and pen, before calmly walking over to kneel directly in front of the extremely handsome client. His eyes remained fixed on mine as I looked up, while reaching to slide down the zipper on his pants, my innocent eyes showing my complete submission to him. His grew in intensity when I freed him and without a moments pause, allowed my tongue to snake out to capture a drop of pre-cum, before taking him deeply into my mouth.

Before, I had only had a chance to taste the outside of the troupes lady killer. Now, I had it all, and what I truly wanted was to please this man in so many ways. From the moment our paths had crossed until right now, my body had fairly screamed for him, and tonight I would give him freely whatever he demanded of me. It was the perfect evening to carry me away from the week that had just passed.

I made sure I didn’t lose eye contact, wanting him to see my subservience, knowing that it would make him feel empowered and let me enjoy the position I knew I always had desired. His hands found my hair, his fingers running through it as he urged me on. Words weren’t necessary, actions were now speaking much louder than them, as I put my hands behind my back. It forced him to take control, a bit of a wicked smile showing on his face.

I sensed out of the corner of my eyes, the woman who originally had been my first client, as she moved to stand over both of us. I broke the contact that I had with him in order to look up at her, seeing the look of pure triumph on her face, as her words rained down on me. “Holly is a very unique gurl Antoine. I’ve molded her into what she is today. A slut with an insatiable appetite for anyone I tell her to desire. She will obey me, and at the moment you, so…enjoy.”

I guess that had been their secret phrase they had agreed on as his movements became more urgent, his hands in my hair now holding tight, forcing me to take him deeper and deeper as I moaned in my surrender. Once again I turned my attention his way, only to see his eyes now shining brightly, the look on his face one of lust as his smile turned into a look of pure decadence.

The dance went on and on until I felt him begin to shudder, quickly pulling free of me, as I gasped for air. A steady stream of cum, hitting my forehead, the first of many as he marked me as only a man can. I felt the hot, sticky substance begin to slowly travel down my face before making its way onto my blouse and even my skirt. By the time it was over, it was quite evident what I had done. It made it all too clear that when I would walk back through the imaginary office to the steno pool, all of those present would know what i was.

My task wasn’t finished yet. I didn’t need to be told as I felt the gentleman begin to relax, how I should react. I cleaned him thoroughly, not wanting to waste a single precious drop, as finally his clothing was back in order. Walking over to the desk, he quickly scribbled his name on the paper, handing it over to his new business partner, who favored him with a smile.

“Excellent. I think we should celebrate tonight Antoine. Holly will cook for both of us and when the meal is finished, I’m sure she can think of another way to show my companies appreciation for our joint venture. Holly, make sure this gentleman gets my address before he leaves us and then you should go home and start preparations. You are dismissed.”

“Yes Ms. Collins.”

I rose, walking over to where a rather small desk awaited. The lothario followed, and as I leaned over to write down the imaginary information, I felt his hand reach up under my extremely short skirt. For a second time I gasped as his hand took liberties, his body bent over mine, his words throaty in my ear. “You will scream your passion for me tonight mon petite. I will make you feel every inch the woman you are, and when I am done, you will cry for more.”

Turning, I held out the paper with trembling fingers, only for him to pull me into an embrace. The kiss was more a demand, his mouth devouring my own and I couldn’t help but stagger by the time it ended. I had to hold on to the table, fearful my legs would not support me, as I saw the rather wanton look in his eyes and the mischievous smile on his face as he left. The curtain fell and on unsteady limbs I made my way back to my dressing room, the transformation from business woman to maid, needing to take place.

It was roughly thirty minutes later that act two began. I walked into the dining room only to see the two others already in place, each of xslot Giriş them at the heads of the respective table. I served the lady of the house first, then made my way to the gentleman, who seemed to be admiring my rather considerable…assets. His hand again reaching underneath my skirt, finding the lace he seemed to love to caress. I fought to keep quiet, not wanting to alert my owner as to what was happening. It was all an act I know, but still I had my part to play.

Finally, I returned to the kitchen, giving them time to eat, and I found my mind wandering. I wondered if Abby might be watching, hopefully enjoying. Instead, I had a feeling she was still toiling behind the desk and I felt the good mood I had been in begin to slowly subside. I felt like I was losing the one thing I had spent my entire life searching for and it just wasn’t fair.

When the stage manager gave me the signal that it was time for me to return, I literally had to force myself to make my way back out into the room. My face was almost a blank, not trusting myself, nor my emotions, to not overwhelm me. If so, I would ruin the evening for the woman who luckily was speaking to the gentleman seated at the table. He saw me approach, sensing immediately, something was wrong.

He used his body to block Samantha’s vision, his eyes looking directly into mine as I heard him say, “Dinner was delicious young lady, but I expect desert will be far superior.” His kiss began like the first one we had shared, a simple meeting of the lips, before he allowed his hands to take me by the hips, pulling me in even closer. I heard his whisper as he nibbled gently on my earlobe say, “You are sad my dear. I beg you to forget everything and let me bring a smile to that lovely face.”

I couldn’t help it as his kiss now went to my neck before once again claiming my lips. I swooned into his arms as his tongue danced with mine until, as he had the other time, he broke it off. It left me quivering and he took the moment to seize full control. My dress was unzipped, pooling on the floor as he turned from gentleman to scoundrel, roughly pulling my panties down as he pushed me onto the table. My hands landed on it as he used his own spit as lubricant and seconds later I cried out in pure joy as he buried himself deep within me.

His hands pulled my hair, his body weighing me down, as my head was forced to look directly into my Mistress’s eyes. Hers shone with delight as the man began to take what he wanted, demanding my body pleasure him and I obeyed his command. I moaned, my own desire running rampant as I felt the hard confines of the metal cage press against my flesh, refusing the erection which was screaming to be set free. Samantha had made sure that it would be included in my changes that she requested done to my body. I knew even as he was ravaging my body, Antoine could clearly see the ornate henna butterfly on my lower back. The words proclaiming Property of Mistress S.

When I felt his body begin to lag for the second time that evening, I couldn’t help the smile that played on my lips, knowing finally I would have what I had wanted from the first time I had laid eyes upon my fellow Player. He cried out his passion as he filled me and I took all he had until slowly I felt him begin to withdraw. I whimpered as he finally freed me, my body still pressed down to the table, my eyes still showing my surrender to the woman whose name I bore.

By the time the evening had drawn to its conclusion, I waited in the common room only to see Antoine walking toward me, a frown showing on his face. I started to ask him what was wrong but I already had an inkling. “I will not lie Holly. I miss the subtle touches that Andrea brought to the position your current lover does. I asked her if she enjoyed the performance and it was obvious she had not seen or given it any consideration. When I told her that it might help if perhaps she were to show a bit more attention to her cast she reminded me that when she desired my opinion, she would give it to me.”

He handed me my earnings, taking a moment for a hug, and a very sweet kiss before leaving. I started to walk directly to the office, to talk to Abby, to plead with her to stop this madness. Instead, I turned and made my way over to the elevator. I was suddenly exhausted, only wanting a shower and my bed, even if it would be lonely without the woman I had once thought to be there for me always.

When I finally lay down, I tossed and turned, hopefully waiting on Abby to walk through the door but finally I surrendered to my bodies demand for rest. When I awoke, I saw by the clock that it was three in the morning, but I still was alone. Slipping on my cover up, I walked down the hallway, only to hear the sound of someone crying softly. There was minimal lighting, only that from the kitchen, allowing me to see the figure who was sitting on the floor. Next to her, an almost empty wine bottle in hand, no glass to be seen.

“Abby?”

She looked up and to my horror, she looked like she had battered and bruised, except this was from emotional xslot Güncel Giriş pain not physical. Her eyes were bloodshot, her face stricken with a look of almost desperation, as her voice belayed the torment she was feeling. “I…I can’t do this.” I knelt down beside her and it broke my heart to see her this way. She stared right through me and at that moment I think I knew how Renee felt when she had found me in basically the same position weeks before. I waited patiently, giving her time, allowing her to continue when the time was right.

“I tried but I can’t. Every time I think I might be taking one step forward, it’s like a hand reaches out and drags me back two feet. There’s so much to do and not enough time in the day to get it done. The problem is my mother always made it look so effortless and I took her and that for granted. Looking back, I used to think in order for this company to be successful all we had to do was perform, and everything else would take care of itself. I was an idiot.”

I started to reach out to pull her into my arms, to console her, but something told me that right now wasn’t the time. She took a final drink from the now empty bottle only to say, “My mother was a showgirl. My father left before I was born and she raised me all by herself in Las Vegas. I used to think there was nobody as pretty as my mom and that she should be the star of the show. Instead, she put all her time and effort into raising me and then in building this company. If it was only me here right now, I would simply walk away. But if I do, then I’ve failed her, and she never failed me.”

“My mom deserves to be happy. She put her life on hold to give me a chance at doing the same. The sad things is earlier tonight, just for a brief moment, I hated her for asking me to do this. I hated Felicity for coming into our lives right when things were coming together for you and me. It didn’t last long, maybe a few minutes, but I was so ashamed of myself. So I got a bottle out, and hoped I could drink away the pain, but it’s not helping. Right now, I feel like the understudy in a play who steps into the spotlight only to realize, she can’t remember any of her lines. I feel lost…Holly.”

Now was the time. I pulled her into my arms and felt her let go. I rocked her gently, probably like the incredible woman she had talked about had, many a year ago. By the time she was finished, it took all I had to get her into bed and she was asleep before her head hit the pillow. Looking down at her, I wanted to curse and scream at the injustice of the world. How when one person finds happiness, it’s always another who seems to take their sorrow. I made a decision at that moment that I was having no part of that.

As the morning hours and the coming light drew near, I was hard at work on my tablet. Jotting down notes, suggestions and ideas. By the time I felt it appropriate, I sent a quick text to Andrea, asking her to meet me in her kitchen. By the time I got there I had almost worked myself up into a rant only to walk inside and as if in unison we said, “Abby.”

In the past we would have both laughed, but at this moment, it didn’t seem to be the right thing to do. I sat down across from her as she took a sip of coffee before beginning to speak. “I’ve been greedy Holly. I’ve found something I haven’t had for more years than I care to count and I’ve let it consume me. I justified my actions because it was my time. I’d worked hard and I deserved it. Now, I’m beginning to wonder. Abby is in over her head and if I tell her I’m taking it all back, I’m afraid it will devastate her. And, I can’t help but worry what Felicity will think if my time with her is as limited as yours has been with my daughter. I fear I’m in a quandry.”

Now, I saw yet another family resemblance. Andrea’s face masking her daughters, the pain on it giving me pause to think. Taking a deep breath, I looked down at the electronic device in my hand before saying, “Andrea, in the past I’ve trusted both you and Abby time and time again and both of you have rewarded that by helping me in more ways than I can ever thank or repay you. Right now though, I have to ask you to do the same with me.”

Her look never wavered, nor her voice. “I’ve always trusted you Holly. At the moment you hold the key to my daughter’s heart, and if that isn’t trust, then I don’t know what is.”

Those words gave me the confidence to say, “Stephen is scheduled to be here on Wednesday to play with Abby. Can you please contact him and ask if he can come in a day early, that you and I need to meet with him concerning a matter of great importance. If you have to, tell him it involves Abby. I have a funny feeling he’ll make time if he knows that she’s involved.”

She didn’t question me, didn’t even pause for a moment, before pulling out her phone and dialing. I stepped out of the room to give her time to make the call as my mind ran rampant, thinking about what I’d just done. Sitting down on the couch, I added a few things to my ever growing list. By the time Andrea had finished her call, I was mentally working my way through my notes only to hear, “Stephen is already in town, or at least near it. He’s staying in the penthouse at The Ritz-Carlton in Lake Tahoe. His administrative assistant is going to try and schedule some time for us possibly later today.”

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Fem-Tec Ch. 03

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Blonde

Thanks again to BPeed for the edit.

This is a Femdom story. If that’s not your thing, don’t read!

***

Vicky continued guiding me to the bathroom using her hand on my bare ass to ensure my co-operation. I entered the room and felt a sharp slap on my jiggling rump. I turned startled and looked at my wife as she gave me a sly wink and a smile.

“OK, now jump in the shower. I’ll be back in a few minutes to shave you,” she instructed me. Vicky turned and strolled out of the bathroom leaving the door open.

I turned the water on and adjusted the temperature before entering the now steaming shower. I let the water run over my still un-shaved naked body and looked down at my medium sized penis, still surrounded by a luxurious growth of dark brown hair. Was I really going to let her do this? I asked myself. Would I allow my wife to remove every single hair under my eyebrows until I resembled an 8 year old boy?

Shame washed over me as I recalled the humiliating positions she had posed me in. Would I really let myself perform for her again, only this time completely smooth? The thought of her sharing those pictures with her new boss filled me with utter contempt for myself. I started to silently sob again. What kind of man would do that? I asked myself again.

But deep down, I knew the answer to my own question. I was that kind of man, I would do it. How could I not? I thought. I couldn’t back out now. As demeaning as it was, I would accept being shaved, posed and photographed. The alternative was unacceptable, especially for me. Vicky would leave me to go live with her sister, but I would be a homeless bum inside a month. This was the lesser of two evils, but not by much, I thought bitterly.

I turned and watched Vicky enter the bathroom. She was dressed in her white fluffy long robe. Her top was open just enough to expose her excellent breasts, barley covering her nipples. She wore a bright smile.

“Hi there handsome. Care for some company?” she asked.

“Sure, might as well get this over with,” I grumbled in return.

“Oh, this may be more fun for you than you think,” she said as she slipped her robe off her shoulders and stepped out of it. Her body was a vision. Long firm legs led to nicely flared hips, her smooth pink pussy lips glistening with moisture. Her large firm breasts stood out proudly. She was toned, but in a pleasing feminine way.

“Look how wet you’ve made me,” she purred as she snaked her hand down her firm belly to her wet hole. She ran her fingers through her engorged slit soaking them with her moisture. She then raised her hand showing me her arousal.

I stared open mouthed at her wanton display, my cock growing to its full length quickly. My wife smiled back at me and reached into a drawer to fetch a new razor. She stepped into the shower, put the razor on a shelf and embraced me tightly, rubbing those firm tits across my flabby chest. She reached her left hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a long and passionate kiss. Finally she released me.

“Thank you! You’re being wonderful about this and I’m going to show you just how much I appreciate you,” she promised me. With that, she slowly dropped to her knees and looked up at me. She then opened her mouth and drew my cock in, swirling her tongue around the tip.

I leaned back in ecstasy and moaned out my pleasure. Vicky was good at giving head. Very good: she could keep me on the edge for as long as she wanted and finish me whenever she chose. Some women just have that gift. They love sucking cock and, luckily for me, my wife had that gift. When she sensed me getting close, she released me and looked up at me.

“Time to start shaving you. But where to start?” she pondered. “Well, I’m down here anyway, so let’s do your legs first,” she firmly said. With that, she positioned me so that I was out of the water stream and reached for the can of shaving cream. She proceeded to lather my right leg from ankle to groin.

“This shouldn’t take too long,” she stated as she started to slide the razor up and down my thigh. She had one hand working the razor while the other roamed over my ass or fondled my cock or balls. She made sure I was aroused as I submitted to this debasement. Before long the shaving cream was gone, as was my hair. She had me rinse off and turned me to finish the back of my leg. My cock remained hard as she completed her work, running her hands over my now smooth skin.

“Perfect!” she declared.

I looked down and observed the contrast between my legs. Although not a very hairy guy, the difference was obvious. One leg as smooth as a girl’s and the other still Betturkey temporarily masculine. Vicky smiled brightly as she continued on my left leg. She made sure to fondle me and kept me rock hard during the entire procedure. When both my legs were smooth and hairless she stood up.

“There we go,” she said as she stood back to admire her handy work. “I can’t believe how much better you look now!” she said excitedly. I, on the other hand was not nearly as pleased.

“I look ridiculous,” I pouted.

“Not at all,” Vicky said as she grasped and then pumped my raging erection. “Inspect!” she commanded. I complied and now assumed the position I had so recently been taught. I stood before her, my legs spread and her hand firmly wrapped around my erect member. With my arms raised and pulled back, my wife had easy access to the remaining hair on my chest and under my arms. She made short work of my pits and soon my chest was shaved clean as well. She grasped one of my hands at a time and ran her blade over my arms, removing any traces of the dark fur that had once adorned them.

“Turn!” she ordered. I obeyed and felt the razor denude any stray hairs on my back. She then knelt and carefully and closely examined my chubby bottom.

“I’m going to need you to bend over and spread your cheeks for me honey,” she explained.

I was going to object, I was going to refuse her. How dare she treat me like this, I thought. But I didn’t. I bent down and reached behind me, pulling my cheeks apart widely, exposing my puckered ass hole, just inches from her face. The tears came again as my humiliation overtook me. I shook silently while my wife traced her finger from the crack of my ass to the bottom of my sac, lingering on my exposed hole.

“There, there, you’re almost done,” she said soothingly, gently rubbing and squeezing my now hairless plump bottom. “Baby, please bend forward as far as you can. I need your bottom as open as much as possible. I have to get all the hair that’s hiding down there. You need to be smooth everywhere,” she explained.

I obeyed of course. I slid my hands down to below my knees, raising my bottom even higher and spreading my cheeks even further, as I offered up my ass to be shaved. I was mortified at my continuing degradation. I felt the razor do its work as Vicky concentrated on removing every offending hair. Finally, she seemed satisfied.

“Just a little more to do,” she giggled.

I stood up and watched as she reached over and took a cordless shaver offer off the counter. She pressed a button and the device sprung to life buzzing happily. I watched as the small appliance made short work of my thick mat of curls. I looked down in shock as huge swaths of my hair were sheared to a stubble, the offending locks swirling around the drain. I was aghast as she opened a fresh razor. Again, she went to her knees as she applied more shaving cream to any remaining stubble.

Soon my cock and balls were as smooth as the rest of me. I watched as my wife nodded and smiled in silent satisfaction. I had been shaved, I thought.

I remained in the ‘”inspect'” position as my wife ran her hands over every square inch of my denuded body. Finally, she seemed satisfied with her work. I had remained hard during her inspection.

“Step out of the shower!” she ordered next.

I complied and was soon encompassed by a fluffy white towel as my wife dried me thoroughly, spending extra time on my newly smooth cock and balls. I remained silent while I watched Vicky toweled off her own fit body.

“Just one more step and we can move onto the ‘after shots’,” she said as she reached for a bottle of baby oil.

“Really, is this necessary?” I whined.

“I’m afraid it is, baby. My boss’s instructions were very clear. In order for us to pass the interview, you must be oiled and smooth for your after shots”

“It’s humiliating,” I pouted.

“You don’t have to look at it that way. We’re being paid a lot of money to test and model a few products. Do you know how many couples would jump at this opportunity? I mean we’re not the only couple to be in such a desperate situation. Do I need to remind you what will happen to us if we don’t ace this interview?”

“No, no you don’t.” I said dejectedly. I was now resigned to the fact that these photos would be shared with our new boss. I could only imagine what she might think of me as she gazed at my pictures. My chubby, naked, oiled and smooth body posed in humiliating positions for her viewing pleasure. I shook in self-revulsion. “Go ahead,” I instructed my wife.

Vicky moved behind me, the bottle of baby oil in hand. Betturkey Giriş She began to apply it gently and tenderly to my body, planting tiny kisses on my back, arms and everywhere else the oil touched. The feeling was not unpleasant. She lovingly spread it over my round bottom, messaging it deep into my skin. She paid special attention to my crack, running her fingers up and down my crevice, slowing only to insert her finger partially in my puckered hole! She ensured that I was properly oiled. She then moved to my front, repeating the process until she reached my cock. My wife then dropped to her knees, taking me into her mouth once more. Her tongue did its magic and soon I was on the brink again. She released me with a smile and finished her task of oiling me.

She donned her robe. “Come with me,” she growled huskily as she once again placed a hand on my well-oiled rump and guided me back into the living room. Her grip was firm.

Vicky guided me to the same spot I had been in for the “before'” pics. She slid into my favorite chair and made herself comfortable.

“Inspect!” she barked at me. I immediately assumed the position.

“Honey, this is our only shot at this job. We have to make a good first impression. Please try to put a little enthusiasm into your posing. Try smiling, look happy. Think about how much our lives will change tomorrow. You’ve already gone this far. Don’t let this be for nothing. Let’s nail this job!” she implored.

“OK,” I replied sheepishly.” I straightened my back, moved my elbows back as far as I could and spread my legs more widely. I allowed a smile to form on my face.

“Much better!” my wife declared. “Now thrust you hips forward a bit more, I want you to proudly display yourself for your new boss!”

I did it. I obeyed. I thrust my hips out even more. Well aware of the picture I presented. I was naked, freshly oiled and shaved. My cock stood at attention. I smiled. “Click, click,” I heard. I was mortified.

“Turn to your left. Good, now show me your back,” Vicky continued to command me as she took pictures of my performance.

“Squat!” she commanded.

I sunk down into the squat position. I made sure my legs were spread as wildly as possible. I looked up at Vicky. She licked her upper lip as she towered above me. The look on her face was one of pure lust as she appraised me in my exposed position.

“We need to hurry, I need your cock in me,” she practically panted. My wife continued to circle me. She took more pictures of my shame.

“Greet!” she ordered. This was the position I dreaded the most. The most humiliating, the most degrading of all four of the positions. I went to all fours and lowered my nose to the carpet. I remembered to raise my padded bottom high and arched my back to prominently display my cleanly shaved balls. I knew my puckered hole was fully exposed. I spread my legs widely as I pulled my arms to my side, palms up. I knew the picture I presented.

“Oh my god, this is just perfect!” Vicky exclaimed as she knelt behind me. I heard the phone clicking away. She was clearly enjoying my humiliation as she stroked my now clean shaved balls and fondled my smooth ass. I remained painfully erect.

“So much better than with all that nasty hair. Our boss is going to be very impressed! Well done Danny, I’m so proud of you,” she congratulated me. I said nothing as I felt her finger tickling my open ass hole. I was awash in shame.

“One more position and I going to fuck your ass off! I’m so horny, I’m dripping!” I was informed. I felt my wife reach between my legs and I felt her hand grip my smooth cock and balls. She pulled me back firmly forcing my package back between my legs.

“Humble!” she practically yelled, as she delivered a sharp smack to my right cheek. A tear dropped to the carpet as I complied. I closed my legs trapping my cock and balls between them. My ass remained high, my back was still arched and now my shaved cock and balls were nicely displayed between my hairless legs and smooth bottom. I felt my wife adjusting my balls, tugging and positioning them until she seemed satisfied. She then grasped my cock and pulled so that it lay pointing straight down, perfectly positioned along the seam of my closed legs. I presumed she was satisfied when I heard her phone clicking away.

I continued to hold my nose to the ground as I heard my wife padding her way to my chair. She plopped down and I heard her tapping away on her phone followed by a telltale whoosh, as the pics were sent.

I felt like crawling under a rock, my shame overwhelming me as I imagined my new boss scrolling through Betturkey Güncel Giriş her phone, examining the recently sent pics capturing my shaven naked body as I posed for her pleasure. Carefully examining each and every one to access my suitability for my new position at Fem-tec. Despite my humiliation, I hoped she found me suitable. We needed this job.

“Stand up, Danny, it’s time I take you to bed.” my wife said lustfully. I stood as she embraced me again, holding me tight as she ground her taught belly against my stiff member. I had been photographed, fondled, sucked and stroked for over an hour. I was ready for bed.

She turned me around and once again I found her hand firmly placed on my smooth ass. Her middle finger roamed up and down my crack as it found its target and began to explore my hole. My wife had never played there before, I thought with some alarm. Vicky set off quickly, guiding me down the hall at a fast pace until we entered the bedroom.

Vicky guided to me our large king-sized bed. I felt her palms reach for my shoulders as she delivered a firm push, sending me sprawling. I turned so that I was now facing her as she climbed onto the bed. I was lying flat as she knelt up. She looked down at me, her eyes roaming over my oiled shaved body. Once again I saw her gaze change to a predatory leer.

She shuffled closer to me eyeing me as if I was a piece of meat to be enjoyed. I had never seen her act this aggressively towards me. It seemed the acts of shaving, oiling and posing me had greatly excited her. Her hands moved to grip me under my knees as she pulled me closer to her, raising and spreading my legs widely,

her eyes hungrily wandering from my exposed ass hole to my stiff cock.

I knew what she was doing. I had watched enough porn to know what would happen next. Vicky had arranged me in the “Amazon” position. I watched as she slowly lowered her sopping pussy onto my raging erection, her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out an feral moan.

“Hold your knees back and open for me!” she growled. My wife placed her hands on my plump belly as she started to ride me. She was not gentle as she rocked up and down my shaft, pausing every so often to grind her tight pussy against my cock. I heard her suck in her breath in a gulp and felt her body shuddering above me as she rode me to a giant orgasm, her pussy holding my cock in a vise-like grip. Judging by her reactions, I knew she rode me to at least two more orgasms. I didn’t know how much longer I could hold back, but I kept my legs up and spread for her. She pounded me for all she was worth and despite myself, I started to enjoy it. She was using me like a sex toy and I liked it! What the fuck was happening to me? I wondered?

I was getting close to climax when Vicky eased her pussy off me. I groaned in frustration.

“Don’t worry babe,” this isn’t over yet! she said as she turned her back to me. She positioned herself over my cock again, grabbing both my upraised ankles. She used my ankles for support as she rocked that fine ass of hers on my throbbing dick. Again she was not gentle. I cared little as she rode me until I could hold back no more. Vicky sensed my upcoming orgasm.

“Cum for me. Cum for me now!” she demanded. I exploded into my wife, giant spasms rocked my body as my ass lifted off the bed and I pumped load after load of cum into her sweet pussy. I don’t know how long I lay there. I was totally spent. I just had the best orgasm of my life. I opened my eyes and tried to focus. Vicky was lying next to me, her head propped up by her hand, her elbow on the bed.

“Welcome back.” she cooed, a satisfied smile spreading over her beautiful features.

“Was it good for you too?” she joked.

“What the fuck just happened? I managed to squeak out.

“I think we just had the best sex either of us have ever had before,” she said as she lovingly passed her hand over my still heaving chest and belly.

“That’s for sure,” I agreed.

“Well you just lay there and look pretty. I’m going to check my phone.” Vicky informed me. She slipped on her robe and silently padded out of our bedroom. I lay there, lost in conflicting thoughts. On the one hand, I just had the best sex of my life. On the other hand I had allowed my wife to shave, pose and photograph me. Even worse, she had sent my nude pics to my future boss for her approval. She then rode me to multiple orgasms while I lay obediently beneath her, a toy for her pleasure. There was a lot to think about I mused. I heard Vicky squeal excitedly as she ran into our bedroom.

“Look, look!” she said as she held her phone to my face. I saw there was a message from Fem-Tec. It read, “Congratulations to both you and Danny. The pictures were most satisfying. You are now free to deposit your check. Vicky, please be at my office by 9:00 tomorrow morning. Welcome to Fem-Tec.”

End part 3.

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The Sleep Over

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As he walked across the dull grey concrete of the multi-storey carpark to his awaiting uber taxi Victor felt like bursting into song and dance.

The early morning birdsong matched his soaring spirits, their rhythm matched his footsteps, a cleaner stepped out from behind a circular pillar and he whistled. Victor couldn’t help but join in;

“Stars shining bright above you” he sang.

“Night breezes seem to whisper I love you”

“Birds singing in the sycamore tree, dream a little dream of me” two more workmen in their grubby grey uniforms joined their whistling colleague.

“Say nighty night and kiss me.”

“Just hold me tight and tell me you’ll miss me”

“While I’m alone and blue as can be, Dream a little dream of me.” The work men joined in and were joined by four or five women dressed for their early morning Yoga session, their brightly coloured lycra outfits offered a dazzling contrast to the grey concrete and the workers dull uniforms.

They formed a Chorus line linking arms singing and dancing in what appeared to Victor to be a well-choreographed routine the ladies harmonising beautifully.

Just as soon as the chorus line formed and preformed their routine, they climaxed and returned to normal. Victor stepped into the car and the driver started the engine.

“Did that just happen?” he thought to himself? He wasn’t thinking about the singing and dancing, he was thinking about the most wonderful night he had had in several years.

As he set off back to his home he contemplated everything.

Victor Campbell was a University lecturer, specialising in Geo-environmental sciences. Until four months ago he considered himself happily married with a six year old daughter called Hanna. While he never cheated on his wife in real life he had lived a secret life online.

It was this secret world that brought his world crashing down. He had left his ipad unlocked when he got up to see to his crying daughter, Claire his wife lifted it and saw that he was in a private chat room with another woman and they were exchanging sexy messages to one and other.

Claire flipped. Since their daughter was born, Victor had shown no interest in his wife. Yet here he was telling a stranger that he wanted to taste her pussy.

Their separation was instantaneous. She left, leaving Victor to look after their daughter. She was irked further at how easy Hanna and Victor coped without her.

Victor had never taken much interest in Hanna’s school or school friends. Claire didn’t work, so she had plenty of free time to take Hanna to and from school and after school activities. Now that Claire was not around Victor had to involve himself.

He found the other parents to be pleasant enough, some of the other daddies shared interests with Victor so he never had any trouble fitting in. Some of the mums had been friends with Claire, and they initially harboured some ill feeling to the new single dad. Claire had obviously elaborated on the reasons for their recent separation.

But soon the other mothers came to realise that Victor was a good father, and they started to question how a mum could walk out on her daughter regardless of what her husband did.

All men do it, so it didn’t take long before Victor started to rate the other moms in terms of their attractiveness. It may have been because Victor had gone quite some time without human contact, but his daughters’ class did seem to have a disproportionate number of yummy mummies.

Five women stood out. One of the other dads had nicknamed the assortment of the hottest mothers the spice mums.

Mary was quite sporty, she arrived at school daily on her way to one sport or another, Victors favourite day was Tuesday, as Mary dressed in her Yoga gear, her leggings riding so high that Mary’s Camel toe could almost whistle.

Gwen was the youngest mother in the school, she had her son when she was just eighteen, now at twenty-four she was young and fit. Tight where she was supposed to be tight.

Helen had tightly cropped red hair and massive boobs. She was probably the oldest of the parent in the class but was incredibly sassy. She flirted with the dads, and teachers all the time. Victor had seen her breasts more than once, as her little tops failed to contain them.

Charlotte had married well. She arrived every day in her range rover sport, stepping out in her massive spiked heels, and whatever the latest fashion was at that time. Victor wondered how she managed to drive in her four-inch heels, never mind walk in them.

Jennifer was a goddess. Her dark skin had a purple hue in the right light. Her body was Amazonian like, she looked like she could best most men in a wrestle. Her high stature would put most men off especially when she wore heels, but victor was six foot nine, so her height wasn’t an issue for him. Her exotic looks, and accent blew Victor away.

He often found himself fantasising about making love to her. The darkness of her flesh contrasting the paleness Betturkey of his own body.

Victor got on with his life, which now revolved around his daughter Hanna.

To his surprise, Hanna was very close friends with Vivian. Vivian was the daughter of Jennifer, and this made things quite uncomfortable for victor. He was pretty much obsessed with Jennifer. If she ever got hold of Victors computer and checked his search history. She would be shocked at the terms he was searching on various porn sites.

Every time he laid eyes on her he struggled to contain his excitement. So, when Vivian invited Hanna to stay at her house one weekend, Victor was both delighted and hesitant. But he wouldn’t stand in Hanna’s way, and so he dropped his six-year-old off at the apartment block on the other side of town.

Jennifer collected Hanna from the entrance lobby of the block. She was wearing a skin-tight blue dress as usual she was wearing high heels sandals, her hair, nails and make up were immaculate.

Victor said his farewells, and made his way home. No sooner had he got in the door than he had poured himself a large glass of wine, stripped down covered his cock in baby oil and watched his favourite porn clip. Two black girls were watching tv, they obviously got horny and before long both girls where writhing around the sofa.

Unbeknown to them while an older white guy watched and masturbated through the window. As is customary in these types of fiction, the creepy peeping tom wasn’t chased away, instead he was welcomed in and the two lesbians took turns to bounce on his white cock, and when the time came they knelt at his feet and took his load on their tits and faces.

It was about ten when his phone rang. To his surprise it was Jennifer calling, something must have been wrong with Hanna. Nervously he answered

“Jennifer is everything ok?” his thoughts no longer on her body, but on the well-being of his daughter.

“Victor, its ok Hanna is just having a little trouble settling. She needs to speak to you.”

“Sure, put her on.” There was the unmistakable noise of a phone being passed then he could hear the tears in his daughter’s voice.

“Daddy, I want to come home.”

For a few minutes Victor tried to reassure Hanna that everything was ok. Eventually he gave up, Jennifer came back on the phone.

“Hi Jennifer, I have had a couple of drinks, so I will have to get an uber over. But I’ll be there in about forty minutes.” It was agreed, and he requested a car on his app.

Right on queue Victor arrived at the apartment block, forty minutes had passed since he hung up the phone.

It was almost eleven and Victor stepped out of the elevator on the twenty first floor and rapped on the door of flat number 2105. He had completely forgotten his lust for the woman who lived there. He had only concern for his upset daughter on his mind.

Then the door opened. The object of a three-month, one sided masturbatory romance was standing there beckoning him through the door. Thankfully she had changed out of the blue dress, unfortunately she was wearing a black satin camisole top and matching French knickers. Victor struggled for air.

“I tried to call, you but Hanna is sleeping. She seems ok.”

“I didn’t hear it ring.” He answered pulling the phone from his pocket revealing that the battery had died. He was stranded unable to call another uber. He flashed it at her and said

“Dead” she tutued and said

“Typical. Let me charge it for you. We can have a drink while you wait.”

“Sure.” He handed her the phone and followed her into the living room.

“Were you out?”

“Sorry?”

“You said that you had a couple of drinks, were you out?”

“Oh no, I..” he struggled to find a reason that he was drinking, unwilling to say that he was masturbating while thinking of her. “I was marking papers, it helps if you have had a couple of glasses of wine.”

“That’s right you’re a teacher.” He fought with the urge to correct her, he wasn’t a teacher he was a lecturer, it was a pedantic correction, so he didn’t say anything other than a nod and “I suppose so.”

She had come back from the kitchen with two glasses of red wine. She handed Victor one of them, “Wont your husband be joining us?” Victor nervously asked.

“Husband!” Jennifer snorted. “Mike wanted kids, right up until the minute the midwife handed him Vivian.”

“What a bastard!”

“Yea I guess that’s something we have in common.” Victor nodded and raised his glass and said “Better off without them!” she joined his toast and tapped their glasses together.

They sat for an hour chatting, about their pasts. How an American woman came to be in London and how an Irish man came to be on the same place.

Soon Jennifer was as tipsy as victor. They were giggling and very much enjoying each other’s company. It been a long time for both them that they could let their hair down and have a laugh.

There was a tension in the Betturkey Giriş air. A longing that neither could recognise. But both could observe.

Victor excused himself, as he needed to pee. He stood in the mirror considering his situation, he felt the chemistry between himself and Jennifer. But it had been several years since a woman showed anything but contempt for him sexually. So, he put it down the red wine, and his lust for the sensual woman.

But as victor was leaving the washroom, Jennifer was waiting to enter it. The hall outside the bathroom was incredibly narrow, he turned side on to allow her to squeeze past. She turned to face him sliding he back along the wall. Her chest met his. He was slightly taller than her, she had never dated a man who was taller, it was alluring for her. They gazed into each other’s eyes, her heart longed for him to kiss her.

His heart desired nothing more, well he wanted quite a lot more. But decency prevailed, and he looked away allowing her unimpeded access to the bathroom. Did she seem disappointed?

She relieved her bladder, washed her hands and addressed her appearance. “Don’t be stupid, Jenny he won’t be interested in you.” She whispered to herself in the mirror.

He was waiting on the couch for her to return, a bottle of wine had replaced his normal spinelessness with liquid courage. He gingerly stood to greet her, taking one step forward saying only “I’m sorry, but I need to know for sure” with that he planted his lips on hers. Nervous that he misread the signals. His mind was put to ease when her long pointed tongue entered his mouth. Her hands pulled his body closer, he was no longer worried that his hardness would give him away.

Their crotches ground together as the tightness of their embrace increased. She began to explore his body; his own hands found their way to her satin covered buttocks. She broke their embrace as soon as his hands slipped inside the waist band of her French knickers.

“Wait, wait.” She placed her hands on his pectoral muscles. He couldn’t understand what just happened. Figuring it was that she was worried about waking up the girls. He dove back to her mouth saying “We can be quite.”

“Honey, you need to know what you’re getting into.” She urged. Puzzled he raised an eyebrow, “I’m not sure I understand.” Still wanting to be gentle about breaking this news, she had been here before many times, and witnessed many different reactions. From shock and horror, to revolution, from lust and sexual desire to nausea.

She took his big hand in hers and placed it on top her satin covered pubis. A coy grin flashed across his face, “that was unexpected” she thought.

“It’s ok, we don’t need to go there, we have plenty of other ways to enjoy ourselves.” He reassured her. She now had a coy grin of her own. She lead him into her bedroom, and pushed him back onto her bed.

She lifted her camisole up over her head exposing her big breasts. He sat up and nuzzled into one of them, taking her nipple I his mouth. They both groaned in delight, as he sucked and licked her sensitive parts while his other hand massaged her other breast. Her skin was tingling in pleasure.

She pushed him back on to the bed and undid the brown leather belt. He lifted his hips to allow her to slide down his chino trousers, and his blue stripy boxer shorts. Her eyes widened, and she bit her bottom lip in delight as his erect circumcised cock bounced from under his waist band. It was bigger than she was expecting, a more than welcome surprise.

She took his hardness in her manicured fingers and licked the length from ball sac to tip. Savouring his manly musk, he groaned as she swallowed him bobbing her head a little at the start. Before concentrating on his tip and jerking the shaft as she sucked him.

She watched as his stomach muscles shuddered in time with her ministrations. With her other hand she began to play with his ball sac, it was coated in a mixture of her saliva and his own precum that was oozing from his excited cock. Her forefinger found its way further down his perineum to his clenched opening. With all the juices, down there her finger slipped easily passed his tightness.

He shuddered as she penetrated him. This was the first time that anyone had ever touched him there. To his astonishment it was not unpleasant.

She lifted her lips off his cock and said, “I need you in my ass. Now!” he couldn’t contain his excitement. He always wanted to try anal sex, but his ex-wife thought that it was disgusting, as did all of his partners before he was married. Jennifer stood up, turning her back to him she lowered her panties and wiped the wetness from his cock and balls, between her ass cheeks. Which she parted as she lowered herself down onto his dick.

The tightness was what stuck Victor first of all, then he seemed to plop through and she was open. He gazed down at her dark-skinned ample ass cheeks parting around his pale white member.

He had jerked himself Betturkey Güncel Giriş into a frenzy many times over the last few months while fantasising about this very view. A few moments passed before she began to rise up his length again before sliding back down him. Every movement was extenuated by the tightness of her hole and the memory of a hundred wank dreams.

Despite masturbating only a couple of hours earlier, he was on the verge of cumming in her tight ass. By now her pace was frantic, he couldn’t last much longer. As she crashed back down on top of his swollen penis he cried out in ecstasy and emptied his seed into her.

They were both panting, she held herself there for a few seconds. He half heartily apologised, for cumming inside her. His eyes were closed his post organism bliss engulfed him like a pillow of clouds. His breathing slowly returning to normal.

She lifted herself off his softening cock. Still horny as hell, she needed release. crawling up the bed alongside her lover she lay facing him. Draping her leg over his and massaged his cock gently. Hoping that he would return to life soon and she could be satisfied.

Her yearning to cum was all that occupied her mind.

As victor started to come down from the orgasm high, he felt her play with his hypersensitive penis. He knew it would be some time before he could achieve erection. Alas He was not a teenager any more.

He opened his eyes and looked down at the beautiful woman, lying in his arms. Her magnificent breast rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Their skin contrasting each other’s even in the low light.

It then dawned on him that he had failed to satisfy her. He was willing to go down on her even if she was on her period.

How to suggest it without sounding like a freak? He had no desire to eat her menstrual vagina, but he felt that he should at least offer to do so. But he didn’t want to scare her off with such a gruesome perversion.

He turned to his side and began to kiss her. Rubbing and massaging her chest, and tummy. She rolled onto her back and allowed him access praying to be allowed to orgasm.

He began to suck on her breasts, closing his eyes and taking his time before he got to her pussy. She moaned gently as he as he sucked on her nipples, he kidded and licked his way past her belly button, and lower down he went.

She urgently lifted his head and looked deep into his eyes in a moment of concern. “Are you sure?” he answered by moving his head from her hands, and back to her thick bush of black curly pubic hair. “Sorry if I knew I’d have company, I would have shaved.”

Instead of the wet opening of her pussy lips there was a strange fleshy thing. “What in heavens name?” he quietly thought raising his head up. Sure, enough instead of her vulva there was a thick trunk tucked between her legs. He sat up.

“Oh my god you didn’t know?” she panicked. He couldn’t speak, he was like an android from an old science fiction movie overloaded with information.

“I tried to tell you. I put your hand on my dick. What did you think I was doing?”

“It must have been tucked between your legs, I assumed that it was a pad, I thought you were on your period.”

At the same time, they each said

“Victor you should probably just leave.” … “I just wanted to please you”

Victor was struggling to come to terms with this turn of events. He had just fucked a man. He had just licked the base of another man’s penis. What was really troubling Victor was that his cock was as hard now as it had ever been. Instinctively he reached out, gently pulling this thick black cock from between Jenifer’s legs.

His touch shocked her.

He gasped at her size.

She was about the same length as victor but about twice as thick. He marvelled at the soft feel of her flesh, but the firmness of it.

“I don’t know what to do with it.” He whispered.

“It’s ok you don’t have to…” “But I want too.” He cut her off.

“Well what you’re doing is nice.” He wrapped his fingers around her as best as he could and began to jerk her. Every now and then he sought reassurance, was he holding it too tight, was he hurting her.

Then something odd happened, a droplet of precum appeared on the tip. It rolled onto his finger, he brought it to his lips and tasted another man’s seminal fluid for the first time. He had never even tasted his own before now.

There was an urge building within him, he couldn’t fight it. He knelt down and kissed her penis. He sucked on her tip, and as all men do the first time they try and suck a dick he tried to force it all into his mouth. she was far too thick for him to be able to suck her properly, so he sucked on as much of the tip as he could accommodate and rapidly stroked her shaft with his hands.

She was loudly moaning her approval. But he knew that he wouldn’t be able to bring her to climax so he decided to offer his body to her.

His wife would from time to time allow him to masturbate between her oiled ass cheeks. He suggested this to Jennifer, she seemed keen.

Victor laid on the bed, as Jennifer got some baby oil from her cabinet. It felt strange as she knelt above him and massaged the oil into his buttocks. He sought further reassurance from her.

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The Transformation Ch. 01

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I’m a 54 year old happily married man, at least almost happily married, you see I have a problem. It seems that after my wife turned 50 she lost interest in sex. It doesn’t matter what I say or do, it takes several months for her to figure out I need a little loving.

What I get after several months of begging is a really poor attempt at a blow job. I remember when I was a kid we used to say the worst blow job was still good. Well, that doesn’t hold up now, it’s so bad that after a few minutes I push her off and over, hop on top and screw her so I can get off.

I love her dearly but after a few years of this I decided to do something about my lack of sex at home. I had always fantasized about giving a blow job and servicing other married guys that weren’t getting oral pleasure at home. So, I decided it was time to turn this fantasy into a reality.

I started researching on the net and found several places where I could meet other married men like myself. I decided to take the plunge and ran an ad. It basically said I was a married man looking to service other married men, specifically looking for a dom guy and a long term relationship.

After a couple of days I got 10 responses. I sifted through all the emails and sent out responses. A few more days went by and I only got a couple of responses back. You’d be surprised how many people respond to ads but really aren’t interested at all. After about a month of exchanging emails I was down to one guy, Bill, and he seemed to have potential. Below is some of our emails.

Mark, I saw your ad and am interested. MWM, 55, 220 7+”cut. Looking for someone to service me on a regular basis. Not interested in a relationship, just want to find someone to make love to my cock and drain me on a regular basis. If you get into cross dressing that would be a plus but not required. Tell me more about yourself. Bob

Bob, I’m a MWM, 54, 5’11, 180. Laid back professional whose always had a desire to service other men. Sex with the wife has pretty well gone south, so I’m looking to explore my fantasies. Wife doesn’t know so would have to be discrete. This is my first attempt at finding someone so I don’t have a lot of experience. Hope you don’t mind. Mark

Mark, don’t mind at all on instructing you on how to care of my cock. What else have you fantasied about besides sucking cock? Maybe we can meet for coffee and see if we click. Bob

Bob, the wife is going out on one of her shopping escapades so I could meet you this Saturday. There is a MacDonalds not far from my house. If your interested we could continue the conversation there and see if we click. Mark

Well, Bob agreed and we made arrangements to meet. We set up a time, I gave him a description of my car and clothes I’d be wearing and he did the same.

Saturday rolled around and I was as nervous as cat on a hot tin roof, but I decided it was now or never. I got in my car, drove to the MacDonalds and parked in the back like I had told Bob. I was about 10 minutes early, the waiting was driving me crazy and my stomach was in my throat.

At the appointed time, I saw a vehicle in my rear view mirror meeting the description of Bob’s making it’s way to the back of the MacDonalds parking lot. It pulled up beside me and I looked in, I almost freaked . It was my neighbor, my friend that lives behind me and I play poker with every Friday night. In fact his wife and my wife had gone out shopping today.

He got out of his car and waved at me and walked over. He said, “Hi guy, what are you doing here.”

“I’m here to meet a friend, we’re supposed to have coffee.”

“Oh, would his name happen to be Bob,” he said with a smile on his face.

I sheepishly nodded my ascent.

“Good, lets not waste a lot of time here, let’s go back home and you can come over. We can talk then.”

I cranked up my car and was thinking about what would happen at Bob’s on the way home. I got home, checked the voice mail to make sure my wife hadn’t called and walked across the alley to Bob’s. I was more than a little nervous as I knocked on his back door.

After the first knock Bob opened the door and said, “Hey come on in guy. Boy if I’d known about you sooner I’d have already introduced you two.”

“Pardon,” I said as I entered his den.

“You and my cock. Marge just doens’t like to suck cock and I really love a good blow job. I avoid the peep shows cause I’m afraid I’ll bring something home. God knows I don’t want that to happen. So how long have you been doing this and what exactly are you into?,” he said as he made himself comfortable in his easy chair. Betturkey He motioned for me to sit on the couch which I did.

“Well, I haven’t really haven’t been into anything yet. I haven’t sucked anyone off, haven’t been with a man, but have always had the desire to get my hands on another guys cock and make love to it. I can’t explain it, but the desire has always been there. Even when Suzy and I are watching a porno and the girl is blowing the guy, sometimes I imagine it’s me giving the blow job.”

“Hmmm, sounds interesting,” Bob said. “Where are my manners, can i get you something to drink?”

“Sure, a glass of water would be nice.”

“Not a problem, I’ll be right back.” Bob got up headed for the kitchen.

I heard him wrestling around the fridge and he called out, “Be right there. I hope you know this water is going to cost you.”

I was a little puzzled at that remark until I saw him coming back from the kitchen. He had removed his shorts and underwear. His semi hard 7 inch cock was bouncing off his thighs as he walked back into the den and up to me.

He sat the water on the coffee table and said, “I think it’s time to introduce you two. This is my cock, Marge calls him, Little Bob. Now why don’t you and Little Bob shake hands,” he chuckled.

For most of my adult life I had fantasized about this moment and it was finally coming true. In it’s soft flaccid state it was much longer and thicker than mine. I reached up with my right hand and took hold Bob’s cock around the base and started to stroke it. With my left hand I cradled his balls and started to massage them. His cock started to grow in my hand the more I stroked it. When fully it was fully erect it was much thicker than mine and about an two inches longer.

I bet I’ve jacked off 5000 times in the last 40 years and never really paid attention to how it felt to hold my dick. But now with bob’s dick in my hand it felt so good, hard as an iron pipe, but covered with soft pliable skin. The way the skin slipped up and down his hard shaft was mesmerizing.

I sat up a little and leaned forward, taking in the manly scent of his crotch. I rubbed the cock head against my my lips, then around them. I took a deep breath and licked the tip, it didn’t have much of taste. I opened my mouth and gently sucked on the head of his cock swirling my tongue on the underside. After minute, I sat back and said, “Nice to meet you, Little Bob.”

Bob said, “That was good start, but no sense in rushing things, the ladies are going to gone all day so we’ll have plenty of time to talk and play. You mentioned in one your emails that you like to dress in womens clothes. What do you like to wear?”

“Well I’ve never dressed for anybody other than myself. But when Suzy is gone and I get in the right mood I have some garter hose and panties I like wear. I love the feel of the nylon against my skin and when I jerk off I have a pretty intense orgasm. But, I have to be in the right mood.”

“I’d really like to see you dressed up. Would mind doing that for me.”

“It’s kind of embarrassing but I guess so.” I got up and went back to my house and grabbed my clothes out of a hidden spot and made it back over to Bob’s.

When I walked into the den he got up grabbed his drink and said, “Come on.”

I grabbed my water, got up and followed him to the master bedroom. Bob turned on the TV, popped in a porno and plopped down on the bed.

“You can go into the master bath and change, I’m really interested to see what you look like.”

I hesitated for a minute turning redder by the second when Bob said,

“It’s OK, I just want to see you dressed.”

I went into the masterbath and took off all my clothes. I then put on my black garter belt, pulled up my black nylons and attached each one. To finish off I slipped on my black lace panties. Everything felt really good but I was so nervous.

I decided before I walked back into the bedroom that I was going to go with the flow. Even if this didn’t work out it might be only time I’ll ever have a chance to explore my other side. I walked out to the bedroom where Bob was watching a porno.

“Well come here and let me look at you. Hmmm somethings missing. I got it, hold on just a second.” He went into the master bath and came out a second later with one of Marge’s nylon house coats. It looked like it belonged to a teddy set, being out of nylon mesh.

“Here she just wore this in last night, I’ll bet it’ll make you smell like her and it’ll go with your look.”

He walked past me and sat of the edge of the bed and said, Betturkey Giriş “Come here.”

I put on the coat, and he was right, I could smell her from the coat. I walked over to him.

He reached out and rubbed my nylon clad legs with his hands. His hand ventured to my panties and he pulled them down far enough to get a look at my dick and balls.

He laughed out load, “No wonder you like to play dress up and want to suck cock. Your dick is about the size of large clit.”

I was so embarrassed, I pulled up my panties to hide myself, then Bob said, “How does it feel to dress like a slutty woman for man. Does it turn you on? Does it make you feel slutty?”

My mind was really starting to spin but I managed to get out a, “Yes.” I was so turned I though my heart was going to burst out of my chest and my little cock was starting to tent my panties.

As he played with my leg he said, “Would that be your ultimate fantasy, to turn yourself over to another man to be his sex toy. Is that it?”

“I’ve thought about it and jerked off to it on more than one occasion,” I said. His hand rubbing my leg through the hose was really turning my on. The front of my panties was starting to get wet from my oozing precum.

“Why don’t you get on your knees and stroke me a little while we talk.”

I knelt down and took his cock in my hand and started playing with it.

“Have you ever thought about dressing totally as a woman, with make up and stuff?”

“I’ve thought about it but I know I’m not passable so I just get off on wearing the sexy underwear.” I leaned forward and gave his cock a nice wet kiss. His precum was starting to flow too.

After a few minutes he grabbed my head and disconnected it his cock from it and slid the rest of the way onto the bed. “Here, get in on Marge’s side, you can lay here and stoke me while we watch the fuck flick.”

I crawled into the bed, bunched up some pillows for my head, that was about halfway down the left side of his body. From there I could easily reach his cock and see the movie, although I was more taken by the feel and sight of his cock in my hand than watching the movie.

“I can’t tell you how surprised I was when I drove up and found you at MacDonald’s. At first I didn’t think it was good idea, but as I thought about it I changed my mind. The biggest plus is I have someone that lives right across the alley from me to service Little bob.”

I just lay there stroking his cock, twisting it a little, rubbing the head all over, paying particular attention to the underside. A drop of precum started to form at the opening of his pee hole. I scooped it up with the tip of my finger and tasted it, not bad, a little salty and slimy but not bad at all.

You can’t imagine how surprised I saw you drive in,” I said. I really wasn’t sure what to do.”

“Not to worry now, I can tell you whats going to happen, you and little bob are going to become real close friends.”

“So besides wanting to suck a cock all your life what other fantasies do you have. What really turns you on.”

I thought about it for a few minutes, weighing whether I should completely reveal my inner self the said, “Things that turn me on are sucking a guys cock, sucking a bunch of guys cocks, being used by a man for his sexual pleasure, eating cum if it’s not mine, sometimes wearing womens sexy lingerie, sometimes being fucked in the ass and sometimes mild verbal humiliation. There’s probably a few other things but that’s all I can think of right now.”

“Sounds very interesting, and I think I’ll be able to help realize all of them over time and maybe a few you haven’t thought of yet.” Bob said.

“Would you like to be my slut? But you must be willing to do whatever I say, in order to get to suck my cock and swallow my load.” With out waiting for an answer he continued, “If you are willing to become Little Bob’s slut then put your head on my stomach and give Little Bob a big sloppy wet kiss with those pussy lips of yours.”

Listening to his words caused a stir in my groin as my cock started to grow again. I looked up at him and he said, “Your call dude, but once your committed your mine.”

I rested my head on his stomach and watched my hand stroke his cock for a few minutes as I thought about it. Then I leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock in my mouth. With my left hand I reach down and started to gently squeeze and fondle his balls. After a few minutes I moved around between his legs so I could get at his cock easier. For the next 10 minutes I made love to his cock with my mouth and Betturkey Güncel Giriş tongue. His slimy precum was coating the inside of my mouth and I knew he was getting close.

I felt his hands on the back of my head as he started to pump his cock in and out of my mouth. My tongue swirled around his cock for just a few minutes longer then I felt his cock grow even larger. As I heard Bob groan, I felt his cock twitch several times in my mouth as he shoot his load down my throat. The thick creamy substance didn’t taste bad at all and I managed to swallow it all. I left my head on his stomach with his shrinking cock in my mouth so I could suck out the remains of his man juice.

“Wow, that wasn’t bad,” he said, “but you could use a little more practice.”

I pulled his cock out of mouth and said, “Thanks, maybe you’ll help me get some.”

We lay there silently for a while, just watching the movie. Me stoking his cock, and occasionally squeezing his balls. The black male actor on screen was trying to get his huge cock wedged up a good looking blonde’s ass. He finally got it in and was pumping away with his big cock and she screaming, Little Bob started to grow again. Within a few minutes it was at full staff.

Bob announced, “I’ll be right back.” He hoped up and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later his came out with a tube in his hand.

“Get on all fours. It’s time to see just how much of a real slut you really are.”

I got on all fours and spread my legs apart so Bob had easy access. The first sensation I felt was the cold of the lubricant as he massaged my asshole. After a minute or two I felt a finger slide into me, then another.

“When I was in college,” he said, “this young lady I was dating would let me fuck her ass whenever I wanted and I got addicted to it. But as luck would have it our relationship didn’t work out and that’s when I met Marge. We’ve had a wonderful sex life but she is lacking in several area’s that I really enjoy. One is sucking my cock, she doesn’t like to put it in her mouth and the other is butt fucking. We tried it once but she hated it. Now were going to see how you like it.”

With that he withdrew his fingers from my ass and crawled up on the bed behind me. He put his hand on my hips and leaned forward. I felt pressure on my asshole and then his cock penetrated me. He worked in a little, then stopped and held it there for about 30 seconds, then withdrew. He slowly thrust forward again, except this time it was a little further in and he did the same thing again. And he continued the process until I felt his balls against my ass.

When he first pushed his cock head into me I felt a little pain, but it subsided quickly. His cock felt huge, it was filling me up, stretching me. He was massaging my prostrate with each thrust and causing me to feel warm and tingly sensation down there.

When he was balls deep in me with his right hand he reached around and started playing with my cock. “You know your quite a sight. A grown man dressed in womens clothing with a real man’s cock buried up your ass.”

With that he slowly pulled his cock all the way out of me then slammed all the way in.

“Now your a real slut, your my slut. You are mine to do what every I want. Do you understand.”

He pulled out again and slammed it in again.

“Yes,” I whispered

He picked up the pace relentlessly fucking my ass, cussing me, calling me names, like slut and whore. After few minutes he slammed deep into me and held it there. I felt his cock expanded even more as he shot his load of man juice. The extra pressure was enough to set me off and I came all over a towel Bob had laid down. Then we both collapsed on the bed.

After a few minutes I got up to go to the bathroom. I was a little wobbly from my first fucking.

“Where you going,” Bob said.

“It’s getting late and our wives are going to be home soon. I think it time to get back to reality. We both need to clean up and get prepared.”

“Clean me up first.”

I got a Kleenex and took off his rubber. When I did I noticed most of his load was still coating his cock. I bent over and started sucking him clean, licking and sucking his cock and balls ensuring that not a single drop of his cum was left.

After finished I changed cloths, grabbed all my things and told Bob I’d talk to him later.

I got home cleaned up, put away my dress up clothes and made me drink. For the next hour or so I reflected on the days events.

Suzy came home and showed me all the things she’d bought and said she and Marge hadn’t completed there shopping trip and were going to go back out on Sunday.

“Do you mind if we go shopping again next weekend, maybe you and Bob can get together and do something,” she asked.

I just smiled and said, “No, I don’t mind.” thinking about the events of the day.

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Puppy played hostess while Rikki and Jill disappeared to their bedroom for a few minutes. I figured they were going to get their box or something. Puppy opened a bottle of white wine Rikki had for the occasion. I thought champagne may have been a better idea as I think she had lost her party planning schism. Though Puppy told them to keep the alcohol to a minimum at least so it made sense. Puppy made me a rather strong screwdriver while she had a wine cooler. I would need to remember she liked those and it was odd she fixed me a strong drink. We were sitting on the new couch in the living room while Chance and Chase were seated in the dining room, waiting. Open floor plan so the distance and view wasn’t an issue.

Rikki and Jill had changed as both were wearing matching white peasant dresses though some would consider them sundresses and white high heels. Each were carrying a box that had a silver ribbon and bow holding it closed with a card attached to each for Chance and Chase. They were nothing more than Happy Graduation cards and Rikki told them they must read the card first. Must have had a long note inside as the twins took their time reading what seemed to be hand written inside.

Both finished reading at the same time. Both looked at each other then the girls. Then stared at the box as if dumbfounded for a minute. Both then reached for their glass of wine and took a big gulp then set the glasses back down in unison. They looked back at us puzzled not knowing whether to open the boxes or not. The timing looked like a choreographed movie if you ask me. I shrugged my shoulders then thought of something witty to say to cut the gathering tension.

“Need a coin to flip?” I asked humorously. That was all that was needed for Puppy to start laughing as I chuckled. The look I got from Rikki and Jill wasn’t one of humor however. I could understand their annoying jitter in this instance.

“No!” Chase finally answered standing, taking the lead which didn’t surprise me in the least. He did seem like the dominating force of the two from my observation. He extended his hand toward Jill who took hold. He whispered something in her ear once he pulled her close. She nodded her head up and down with a smile. They both looked at Chance and nodded. Chance did the same with Rikki with the same results. Both couples kissed intimately like they had done it before and well rehearsed.

Both then opened their box carefully, removing the tissue paper inside. Both pulled out a corresponding thin white collar and leash and attached them to their perspective dates. I know Puppy told them to have tags but I don’t think they had enough time to prepare though we knew Honey had hers, Rikki may not have. I think it was pretty well determined before hand if you ask me and this little show was icing on the cake and maybe just for us. Rikki being a drama queen made this nothing more than a well rehearsed production to this point.

It was quite possible the observations we made last night and the plans Puppy came up with may have made a couple changes to the rehearsal however. Those changes were in the note they put in the card if my thinking was correct, additions to the rules or terms they had already agreed upon. I questioned those thoughts as I whispered to Puppy. She just nodded her head, smiled and shrugged at the same time.

“You knew?” I asked quietly.

“I am actually quite confused as you are. Rikki and Jill decided to take the relationship to the next level suddenly is all I know. Like they said last night.” Puppy replied.

When we looked back up, Rikki and Jill were kneeling on the floor side by side with their backs to us. Chance and Chase were off a little ways in the kitchen discussing something quietly though rather heatedly. Finally I heard one of them say “I think they already know and are family.” with a “I guess you are right and it won’t matter, only where it is filed.” answer. “I will do the honors and you can perform the ceremony then.” statement. The discussion broke up with Chance and Chase returning to stand in front of the girls. I looked at Puppy as I knew she heard the exchange also. Puppy shrugged her shoulders again with her bewildered look that probably matched mine.

“Forgive me. I need to get something from the SUV.” Chase replied as he literally ran out the door.

“We don’t know what you have been told. The four of us have been quite close for several months. It started out nothing more than a platonic working relationship for school. The relationship has blossomed into a more desirous setting for all of us. We learned of the relationship between Rikki and Jill by accident but it didn’t sway our intentions, actually it helped us in our decision. We expressed our dreams to them last week and Chase was turned down with a mighty NO, much to our chagrin. We were disheartened of course and suffered through a rather bleak weekend with them away. Something changed and they have agreed fully to our interests.” Chance stated for our benefit.

Chase came back in with Betturkey two large letter sized envelopes and placed them on the table smiling like a Cheshire cat that ate the canary with a spot of calming tea. Then placed two small boxes on top of each envelope. Then Chance began again.

“Rikki and I had previously worked out our details through the week and finalized them on Thursday evening after graduation rehearsals. Being the women they are, they had to make a major last minute surprise adjustment proposed to us tonight.” Chance said as they all laughed.

“We heartily agree to those changes though Chance was a little hesitant at first to continue without the rewrite. I convinced him that it wasn’t needed.” Chase interjected.

“If you would ladies, please be seated and read our agreements. Sign on the last two pages if you agree.” Chance ordered.

They both sat down and opened their envelopes pulling them from under the two small boxes. It took them a few minutes to read as it was about five pages long. Rikki was done first followed by Jill a minute or so later. I am not sure they actually read or just skimmed over the lengthy proposal. They both signed at the bottom at the same time with silver pens Chase produced.

“If you will, we need two witnesses to verify the signatures on the last page.” Chase stated.

I had no qualms about signing as did Jenifer. Though I was wondering why it was so important and wondering what the agreement contained.

Chance started the next part as he picked up one of his two boxes and opened it. Chance started laughing.

“Wouldn’t you know it, would be the wrong one.” Chance said with a chuckle, picking up the other box pulling out a sterling silver tag.

“I bestow the name Tempest upon my loving woman. It may have been a stormy start but I love the intensity and electricity in your passion.” Chance stated as he put the tag on Rikki’s collar. Rikki’s face changed to a wide grin.

“I kept the name Honey for you my adorably sweet submissive woman.” Chase stated placing the tag on Jill’s collar. Jill just looked adoringly at Chase.

Chase and Chance then both got down on one knee with the girls standing side by side.

“With this ring we agree to be your loving Master.” Chance pronounced sliding the ring on Rikki’s finger. Chase performed the same ritual to Jill as though it had been practiced. The rings were identical of course, wide gold band with a diamond mount. Looked more like an engagement ring which got me to thinking at that moment. This wasn’t a declaration between Master and slave or in this case Masters and slaves, it was an elaborate engagement proposal with a twist.

Rikki and Jill opened the other box and produced another ring while Chance and Chase rose to their feet. Rikki and Jill, both knelt to their knees.

“I wish we had done this on the carpet now.” Rikki said laughing.

“It is with great pleasure I accept you as my Master.” Rikki and Jill said in unison sliding the rings on their dates fingers then handing their leash to their chosen Master. Chase and Chance helped Rikki and Jill stand where they pulled their leashes in for a very intimate kiss. They changed partners for another kiss of the same magnitude.

I started laughing and clapping, I couldn’t help myself. Puppy just looked at me funny as she didn’t understand what had happened.

“I now pronounce us Masters and slaves with the power invested by the great state of Massachusetts.” Chase stated with a twang. I knew enough to figure out Chase must have been legally ordained and the ceremony a minor piece of the problem they were heatedly discussing. The heated part being they were in the wrong state and probably right that it didn’t matter if the paperwork was filed correctly.

“Just so beautiful.” Puppy said clapping lightly the light dawning on her mysticism.

“I agree. Such a beautiful conniving twist at the end sis.” I said laughing. Rikki looked at me with that impish smile of hers but kept silent. I knew she wanted to say something but wouldn’t, this was her end game all along.

“It wasn’t our idea or desire to deceive you either. That was the little discussion we had.” Chase said.

“I know. I could tell. Are you sure you are up for it and what about your family?” I asked with a smile.

“We will deal with our family tomorrow. That is the reason for the engagement rings.” Chance said.

“Speaking of which, your parents didn’t make it to the graduation ceremony?” I asked wondering.

“They were coming in from California and their flight was canceled at the last minute. They finally got in about noon and too late to show up. Mom was pissed but not much they could do about it. It changed our plans quite a bit and had to make other arrangements.” Chase stated.

“Like?” I asked.

“Dinner for one. It was suppose to be held with our mom and dad where we were going to propose to our blushing brides. They had room problems because they had to Betturkey Giriş cancel their original reservations. They couldn’t join us for dinner because of another engagement that came up, business first as always. That is why we had the menu completely prepared and just used it. Hope you didn’t mind.” Chase explained.

“Not in the least, what I would have ordered anyway for myself. Puppy was pleased as well I am sure. She likes to have me feed her anyway, at least I didn’t drop food in her lap.” I said laughing. Puppy laughed at the last remark and playfully slapped my shoulder in jest.

“Secondly, it threw the timing out the window as the ceremony was for your benefit since you were here, only it was suppose to be tomorrow at our new home. Well, it will be our new home tomorrow hopefully.” Chase said.

“I don’t follow.” I said surprised.

“Graduation and wedding present from mom and dad, they just don’t know it yet. It is a new residential townhouse built from our design in Southbridge, school project working closely with our contractors. Like we said earlier, it is a starting point. We grew up in the Boston area and moved to California. We just like it here so much better.” Chance explained.

So they come from money I figured out at this point still drawing a blank on the name. Rikki is rather well off for that matter or should be. Jill, I didn’t know much about period other than being a basket case at times. Well, I knew she was on a scholarship at least but other than that nothing. I had to trust Rikki knew what she was doing.

“Just don’t forget to remove your rings for them til the time is right. Do we have any champagne to celebrate?” I said laughing as there was really no reason to be upset.

“Um Tempest?” Chance asked rather shyly.

“Yes Sir. In the back of my car in the ice chest.” Rikki answered.

“I will get them then.” Chance remarked being helpful.

“Very well Sir.” Rikki smiled as Chance headed to the door.

“Has your plans changed now as you seemed hesitant before?” I asked.

“Rikki and Jill have already lined up jobs as you probably already know. We are pretty well set job wise though it might end up against our parents liking.” Chase stated holding Jill quite close.

Chance came back with two bottles of champagne. All the girls went to the kitchen to open them and were in a giddy mood as the corks popped. Each brought two glasses for themselves and spouses. Puppy held my glass carefully between her fingers with the cast.

“To the happy couples!” I toasted as we all drank.

“Sorry for the partial charade brother, Puppy. I figured you would talk me out of this like Europe. I had a hard enough time convincing Jill but I have you to thank for her sudden change of heart.” Rikki stated shyly.

“I am a little confused. My wedding gift is to make sure things went smoothly from here on out tonight?” I asked.

“Well, our intentions were to have the wedding ceremony tomorrow afternoon. Our husbands wanted the ceremony first which was the impasse they had to agree to and took Chase by surprise. You see it was only going to be a single wedding between Chance and I. Chase knew nothing of Jill’s sudden acceptance.” Rikki explained.

“I thought I would be lost without Rikki.” Jill stated.

“So the four of you are going to live together?” I asked thinking this wasn’t going to work well. Chance didn’t seem exactly submissive nor dominate, more like me before Puppy and her influence, and I knew Chase was very alpha by what I had observed so far. I knew Rikki was dominate where Jill was concerned and Jill was very submissive. Rikki was submissive to a point with me, but I assumed that was out of respect as I was her older and somewhat wiser brother.

“That was the reason for all the questions about our relationship and how Sarah fit in?” Puppy asked.

“Yes Jen, that was the reason for all the questions. No brother, not exactly together. It is a split 3 bedroom townhouse in one unit, together but separate at the same time, designed by the boys.” Rikki laughed after explaining.

“So last night was about finding a new beginning to the ceremony and not what I assumed?” I asked starting to laugh, talk about making assumptions. Now I understood why Rikki was hesitant at first.

“I was afraid I would say the wrong thing. I knew it wouldn’t go any further than what it did, well hoped anyway. I think I deserve an Oscar for acting. Don’t you?” Rikki said with a huge impish grin.

“I guess so.” I said laughing hard.

“Jill and I discussed it afterward and liked Jen’s plan instead of ours. We decided to leave it as a partial surprise to both of them.” Rikki said after I calmed down.

“So you were on a fishing expedition last night so to speak?” Puppy asked.

“Yes, we wanted your insight.” Jill said.

Puppy and I kissed the girls and shook hands with their new spouses wishing them luck and congratulations. What else could I do under Betturkey Güncel Giriş the situation. I have to admit, I expected a surprise and boy, it was a big one.

“Um, something we forgot to tell you. The six of us have a lunch date tomorrow at 1 PM with our parents at the Four Seasons.” Chase said timorously.

Holy crap.” I said bug eyed. Everyone started laughing at me.

“Is that a problem other than no sightseeing?” Puppy asked disconsolately.

“Not for you. I didn’t bring a suit.” I said.

“Not a problem. It will be room service I imagine.” Chance stated laughing.

“Actually, I packed one at the last minute. I figured if I wore my dress you would need a suit.” Puppy acknowledged with a smile.

“Thank you my Love.” I said in relief.

“Any other surprises?” Puppy asked.

“None that we know of.” Chase and Chance said in unison.

“In that case, try to be quiet. I am going to bed.” I said laughing.

“I won’t guarantee that brother. It has been a long time.” Rikki said humorously with a devious smile and wink.

“We will gag them to be sure.” Chase said with a laugh.

“Have fun.” I yawned. Puppy and I left them to their own desires as we padded off to the bedroom.

“Well, not what I expected.” I said getting undressed.

“That makes two of us Master. I just thought they were declaring themselves.” Puppy replied.

“It took a while for me to catch on also. I have seen shorter dating rituals between two people however.” I said with a smile, pulling Puppy in for a kiss.

“What on Earth to do you mean Master?” Puppy jokingly asked.

I thought the statement was funny as she was trying to add some cuteness to her voice. It doesn’t exactly come off well yet but she is trying, you just have to think about it.

I helped Puppy remove her clothes beginning with her heels. Massaging her feet as she slyly giggled at the touch and wiggled her toes.

“That feels so wonderful Master.” Puppy murmured pleasantly.

“How about next month we come up for a mini vacation on the fourth to do some sightseeing and check in on the happy couples?” I asked while pulling her jeans off.

“That would be wonderful my loving Master. I am doing some sightseeing right now.” Puppy replied with a relieving pant licking her lips watching my hard cock bob. I was laughing as I slid her little blue lace panties down her legs. I could smell her sexual aroma and just had to make a scene of sniffing her panties before I threw them on the floor.

“You must have enjoyed the play the newlyweds put on my Love.” I said jokingly.

“It did have a rather climatic end or perhaps will have.” Puppy laughed out.

“Yes, indeed.” I said leaning down kissing her inner thighs.

“Mmm, yes Master.” Puppy cooed lightly.

I just couldn’t help myself as I picked her legs up and placed them on my shoulders then pulled her ass to the edge of the bed. I was still worried about her ribs and hesitated at this point. Her smiling and wanting look etched on her face as Puppy wiggled enough for my cock to line up and enter her sopping wet pussy. The gasp escaping her lips as I thrust forward sinking balls deep. The heavenly feeling of her milking hungry soft wet flesh surrounding and gripping my cock.

“Oh yes Master! Pound your slave!” Puppy exclaimed.

I did just that, the bouncing squeaking bed mixed with Puppy’s passionate screams of joy and pleasure as I held her legs in place with my arms. How I wanted to spread and bend her knees to her chest for more power and speed. The reluctance of that move still in my mind because of her ribs. Finally allowing her legs to slide off my shoulders and behind me to control her own leverage, holding her legs strongly against me, holding her from sliding away on the slippery comforter. The bed sliding across the floor til it hit the chest as someone never locked the castors. Not sure it would have mattered all that much.

We finally completed our mutually sweet animalistic glory in grinding grunts, pants and controlled low screams simultaneously. The sweat rolling off our temples as the euphoria rolled through each of us. We looked at each other and laughed, not that it was funny but because it felt so good. We finally broke our embrace and I pulled the bed back in place. We snuggled on top of the covers and fell asleep, Puppy still in her tank top.

I woke up startled, mostly because I was in an unfamiliar setting and a cramp in my shin didn’t help the situation. The morning sun filtering through the sheer curtained window. The bed squeaking and groaning as I move trying to massage the cramp from my toes up my shin. Must have been being on my toes so much as the thoughts of last nights sex gleefully rushed into the forefront of my mind.

I must have woken Puppy from dreamland as she tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes before stretching. The dried drool from snoring coating her cheek made me laugh though the cramp still emitting the painful burning tautness. I stretched my leg while tugging my toes pulling the cramp loose.

“You alright Master?” Puppy asked sleepily.

“Fucking cramp. Literally.” I grunted out turning into one of laughing. Puppy laughing with me as she took over bending my toes back while I massaged my shin and leg.

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The Virgin Tranny , the Bride Ch. 06

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WOW!!! As I rewrote this episode the sheer sexiness of the occasion was so powerful. Another episode from Roberta before he went off to California on vacation.

The following week was fraught with difficulties, none more so than my inability to contact Jodie. Calling her mobile on my way to and from college was always met by the message that it was switched off. The remainder of the time I was with Margaret and dare not even mention Jodie.

My feminisation continued unabated, from the obvious thrill of the volume created by multiple petticoats to the regular douche and the obscure hormone treatment administered by Margaret in numerous drinks.

Daily I left her house for college as a girl and in the evening returned to remove my school uniform and fold it neat and tidily for the next day. Then she sat me down in front of a mirror and gave me make up tuition until I was ready for our evening walk. Initially it was down the lane to show Sarah as she waited for business at the mesh gate and then, after her inspection, into the local park or even on the train to the centre of the city. At first my skirts were at least knee length but as I got more efficient with my make up the skirts got shorter to draw attention to myself from boys and even older men. One night I met and walked past, without her suspecting it was me, a girl from college whom I often had lunch with. I had my suspicions that Adele, a very quiet and beautiful girl, already knew about my secret. Her quietness seemed to alienate her from the other girls and she seemed to have few, if any friends at college.

I found myself with similar problems. I no longer wanted to play football for fear of getting injured and then my daily sexy underwear being discovered. I didn’t go out at night any longer because I was with Margaret. One day Adele, quite by accident, put her hand on my thigh and right on top of the strap for my suspenders. We both froze and she looked at me and then smiled as she withdrew her hand. It had worried me ever since and she wondered where I went some lunch breaks when I went to meet Margaret and prove I was still wearing my sexy underwear and had not removed it when I changed in the garage from being a girl back to a half boy for the college. Margaret had taken over from Sarah checking on me and although, initially, it had been John’s idea for me to wear his wife’s panties to college, Margaret now kept it up.

I longed for my parents to come home and return to sleep in my own bed alone. It would be another two and a half weeks. I actually longed for John to come home at the weekend so that Margaret had someone else to concentrate on as well as me. Then came the news that he would not be home on Friday night because he was going to collect a company car he was now getting and it could be Sunday before he arrived back from the Belgian office. It was a lovely white Mercedes estate car that he brought home and then we all went to his normal office to collect his own car which Margaret would now have the use off.

Margaret dressed me quite young looking for the drive, her young sister with my blonde wig in bunches and only some light make up and pale pink lipstick. It was lovely and sunny and so I was given one of her satin vest tops which displayed my adequate cleavage thanks to my breast forms which she stuck to my chest. I never had many hairs on my chest but I no longer had any, anywhere, except for my neat pubic triangle. The light hairs on my legs and arms disappeared with the creams I applied. A short skirt in pale blue cotton and flip flops to show off my varnished toe nails completed my outfit for the day and I loved the warm breeze blowing up my skirt onto my uncovered boy clit as John had now began to call my cock. I was half girl now and would no longer have a cock. I have to say I was getting confused having to be boy at college and girl the remainder of the time. Forgetting I was girl usually meant punishment from Margaret, forgetting I was boy, embarrassment, such as Adele continually touching my leg. Did she fancy me or was she just inquisitive?

One more week at college and we would have a two-week break. John had timed his own holidays for then and also for when my parents were still away. Before he left for work on Monday he told me we were going to Scotland for a few days to a country cottage he was renting with lots of privacy for some sexy frolics. He was also planning a surprise for Margaret and I for the following Friday night.

Highlights of the week were the invitation by Adele to accompany her to her big sisters 25th birthday party and standing on the street beside Sarah on the Wednesday and two guys stopping in a car wondering if I was looking for business. When I told Margaret she delighted.

“You gorgeous little tart,” she called me.

I was uncertain about the birthday bash but discovered it was on a Thursday night and said I was visiting an aunt so that I would not have to explain to Margaret about another woman in jojobet my life. My hesitation provoked a most unusual response from Adele, the quiet one.

“It’s alright, I know your secret,” and quite intentionally, this time, put her hand on my leg and rubbed my suspender strap. “It’s safe with me and I don’t mind if you wear them to the party. I think it will be rather exciting knowing we are both wearing the same style of underwear.”

I was stunned and only nodded when she stood up to leave.

“Can I take that as an acceptance sweetheart?”

When I told Margaret that a girl knew about my secret all she could say was, “Maybe it’s time to wear the skirt and blouse too instead of changing. Let them all see how you would rather be.” She smiled to let me see she was joking. When I told her it was Adele she laughed. “I went to the school with her big sister, Leah. Yes she is a year younger than me. We fell out over the same boy but have a laugh about it when we meet now. Neither of us married him.”

What surprised me was the easy way in which the girls, so far, had accepted me as a tranny. No laughing or mocking or lectures but complete empathy, acceptance and a certain amount of shared excitement.

The strange thing about what Margaret said about going to college as a girl, was I didn’t really want to be a girl all of the time. Initially it was my schoolboy crush on her and then the borrowing of her panties just to be close to her, and the sexy feeling I got from wearing them and the sexy feeling I get from bridal gowns and petticoats that has enhanced my interest in wearing them as much as possible. It was her idea to make me into a girl and she gets a thrill now from going shopping with her teenage transvestite, whom she can fuck at the drop of a hat because of all the things that she now has over me. Of course each week there is more and the holiday created a huge amount more. What a few days they were.

For John’s arrival home on the Friday night he wanted me to be out in the garden as a bride. He had a fantastic surprise for me.

I had to rush home because Margaret wanted to give him a surprise too and let him see just how feminine I now looked. She had brushed my wig and had the gown and all the petticoats laid out for me. She bathed me in lovely perfumed water and really pampered me. In return I licked her pussy as she squatted above my face on the edge of the bath.

Margaret helped me with my make up and made sure I applied my lip-gloss evenly and then loaned me some of her jewellery too. Then I slipped into my stockings and attached them to my frilliest suspender belt. As always, the order was no panties so I stepped into my first petticoat and drew the stretchy waistband around me. Another with the same style of waist followed and then the third with its Velcro fastening. Finally, the ten layer one which Margaret had adapted to really flare my bridal gown outwards and raise it just slightly from the ground as I walked. It had long ties to fasten around my waist. My heart was beating with excitement as I dropped to my knees on the floor to assist Margaret lower my gown over my head. I really felt so utterly feminine, the fragrance of my perfume, my painted nails, the sparkling rings on my fingers, the stunning necklace and my petticoats spread across the sitting room floor. My gown slipped over the petticoats and Margaret adjusted them and then had me stand up to help me into the short frilly sleeves. I was trembling, it had been some weeks since I was last dressed as a bride, and never so thoroughly as now. There is always a moment of sheer pleasure when the long zip goes up and my body is entombed in white paradise.

I felt weak at the knees when she opened out the long frilly train and attached it under the large bow at the back of my gown and then spread it across the carpet.

“I love you Margaret, this is the greatest feeling in the whole wide World and I love the way you help me.”

She smiled, a smile of satisfaction and admiration.

“You look stunning honey but I’m not finished yet.”

Margaret fixed lovely dangling earrings and tidied my hair again before fixing the short veil first and then the long veil secondly over my head and attached them to my hair. She tried to spread the veil over the train and the floor behind me but it was too long, the scalloped edges framing my face, the gorgeous embroidery encrusted with a few shimmering beads. Then she gave me the sheer lace gloves and I eased my hands into them before she helped me into the white satin heels, having left them until last because they were slightly tight. As she worked on my shoes and adjusted the many layers of petticoat and gown they brushed sexily against her naked body.

“I’ve grown to find the sensation of all those layers such a turn on too honey,” she confessed. “I now know what you tranny’s love about petticoats.”

She walked around me and looked at her watch.

“Right, one more thing and jojobet Giriş then a telephone call.”

She paused and I wondered.

“The mirror,” and she left the room to bring the full-length one form her bedroom.

I positively rustled with even the slightest movement as I awaited her return. I looked down upon the skirt of my gown emanating at a fantastic angle outwards from my waist. I felt so fragile, shaking.

Then the mirror appeared. She placed it before me with a cover over it and then, when I was facing it, swiftly removed the cover. In all honesty, I nearly fainted. My veils were sitting high over my head and fell thickly to my shoulders, my cleavage quite distinct, the groups of shimmering clusters on my bodice and skirt sparkling in the mirror, the volume of my petticoats and dress now so much more dramatic and the stunning frilly train with my beautifully trimmed veil lying across it and spread out behind me.

I could feel the tear in my eye. I had heard of real brides weeping when they saw themselves. I felt no different. Margaret gently dried my eyes for fear of messing my make up.

“I told you, you looked stunning. I just love you Roberta. You are wonderful fun and you give me so much to get up in the morning for. I was bored before I discovered your love for my panties.”

“I fell in love with you first,” I reminded her. “Your panties let me be nearer to you but this is beyond my words. I really look like a beautiful girl on her wedding day. I can’t believe how girly I look, thank you darling from the bottom of my heart.”

“We have had our difficult times you and I, your love for Jodie, your training and my insistence that you go to college in my underwear just to let you get the feel of being a woman all of the time. You do some really nice girly things now. I watch you and I see how you cross your legs for instance because you are hiding your clit because you have no panties on. Things like that are important when you are a girl.”

As she talked she began to lower my short veil over both of our heads. I looked her straight in the eyes, hopefully transmitting my love and my appreciation to her in the process. She gave me a little kiss on the lips and then lowered the three tiers of my longer veil. I could only just see her but I felt even more wonderful at the misty sight in the mirror.

“I want to lick your whole body,” I said as she once more busied herself at the hem of my gown.

“I think I’m going to suck you instead,” she replied.

I was not expecting that.

“Please don’t Margaret. I’m on the brink of an orgasm just looking at myself without you even touching me.”

“Well I have to because I want to see if you are still so excited and still so happy at being a bride in public once you have had an orgasm or does the whole event become an anti climax for you. You know what men are like, when they cum all they want to do is roll over and sleep. I want to see if you will be different, you can’t just lie down outside with such a massive dress on. Any way I still have this to put on you.”

She lifted a cushion and produced from behind it, a very short three-tier petticoat with a little silver horseshoe sewn onto the top layer.

“Just a little gift to keep you in mind of me as it brushes across your clit as you walk.”

She went under my layers and had me step into the short petticoat and brought it up around my clit. I gasped like I had never done before and she wrapped it around my clit and began to play with me Then I heard a buzzing noise, was it my head, as Margaret placed her mouth on my clit. I could hear her groaning too as I fought to prolong my orgasm.

“Cum on me honey,” I heard her gasp. “I want your spunk all over me in my mouth and all over my face and tits. Show me you still love me, show me you love what I’ve done for you.”

She was pulling on my boy clit, sucking and moaning all at once and in a few seconds I was providing what she wanted as I fired off into her face.

I pumped cum for a few minutes and then Margaret very delicately cleaned my clit with her mouth. I could still here the buzzing sound and when she reappeared from under my petticoats she let me see her vibrator purring away inside her hot cunt. She had given herself a couple of orgasms and was covered in my spunk and as well. She ran her finger into some of it on her tits and then lifted my veil to give me a taste. I licked my lips.

“Let me lick your vibrator,” I suggested as she removed it from her pussy. She thought that was a fantastic idea and we looked in the mirror as she drank my cream and I licked hers from her vibrator.

Our little adventure together ended when the phone rang.

“Yeah, she’s ready and looking so radiant,” part of her conversation, and then she told me Sarah was coming round to take me outside for some photographs.

“We want it to look like you are a real bride leaving her house for her wedding,” Sarah jojobet Güncel Giriş said as she suggested we begin in my own house.

I stood in my own bedroom, my gown piled into the small room beside me, my veils flung back over my head and my posters of Pamela Anderson and motor racing heroes all around me.

Onto the stairs, me on the bottom two and my train covering all of those above me and then me at the top and my train spread out below. I felt sensational but I was still confused about all of this.

It felt like the final scene in a play, the climax to a wonderful adventure, the graduation ceremony from boy to girl, the wedding gown at its most glamorous, in its fullest creation, the long train which I had only got to use once before and inside at that. The test to see if I was still a willing bride after I had cum all over Margaret, the mention of public places. Nothing new there I though having had sex in the street in my bridal gown at 3 am. My time with Jodie had prepared me to be ever willing no matter how many times I had ejaculated. Sarah refused to tell me what was going on.

I loved going onto the street. It was still daylight and I was absolutely thrilled to be standing there as a bride. Margaret arrived, a coat covering her naked body, and assisted lifting the front of my gown to display my boy clit.

“You look too convincing as a bride that some might look at your photos and say it is a genetic bride under all that magnificence. These will prove you are transvestite, a very convincing one I have to say.”

After the street it was into the garden and the lawn, which thankfully I had only cut two days before. Margaret left us saying that John would be home in a few minutes to inspect me and we were to stay on the lawn until she came back.

I began to tremble again and Sarah held my hand. I opened her coat in the process. Sure enough she was naked under it. She held it open and posed for me.

“Sarah,” I began with a deep breath. “Do you know you are the start of all this? The number of nights I have watched from the lane as you stood on the street. I watched you bend over and speak to people in cars and swear I could see your bare bum. Then if they drove on you would swing around and open your coat and face the mesh gate. I was standing only a few yards away in the shadow, naked and masturbating to you. I did it lots and lots of times and wondered if you knew I was there. There was one night I was less than five yards away from you having sneaked along the edge of the wall in the shadows. You were wearing a long silver fur coat which you opened to show off your short red slip and red suspender belt and black stockings. You left it unbuttoned as you checked your make up in your mirror and I fired off in front of you. I was so close my shooting spunk hit an old paper in front of you and made a noise that sounded like a cannon fire. You looked right at me, my cock still spurting off but failed to see me in the darkness. I was also helped by another punter arriving in his car, and you went off with him. I went home so very happy with myself, I really fancied you, and to have done what I did so close to you was major. Then I brushed against a slip that Margaret had on the drying line as I went back into the garden and got the most exhilarating sensation. Once more I imagined it was your red one and played it against my body and have been hooked ever since.”

“And the results are truly superb,” she admitted as she held my head in her hands and kissed my forehead.

We stood facing each other hand in hand.

“Under all these layers Sarah I am big and hard again and it’s all because I want you.”

“No, sweetheart,” she intervened. “You deserve much better than me. I’m just a hooker, a no good, and a waste. You are gorgeous, boy or beautiful bride, you deserve more than just me.”

I didn’t agree with her but Margaret appeared in her white frilly suspenders and white stockings and thigh boots and nothing more. She looked fantastic.

“Still feeling sexy,” darling she enquired of me.

“Of course I am, big and hard and loving every minute of this superb gown.”

I looked at Sarah as I spoke to let her know she had helped get me nice and hard and keep that gorgeous glow of contentment at being able to dress so sensationally.

“John is home, washed and ready to inspect his sexy bride.”

She took me by the hand but I paused, a sudden realisation coming over me. Was he going to take my boy pussy? I was his tranny bride in my glamorous gown, ready to marry him and then surrender my virgin boy pussy to his stiff cock.

I walked on not wanting to give Margaret a hint that I had an inkling as to what maybe about to take place. Arriving around the corner from their door my thoughts were further enhanced with red sheets covering the path, the large area at the door and upwards through the rose covered archway onto the decking. I was trembling again. Margaret stopped and took my train from over my arm and spread it out around me.

” Did you know yesterday was a special day,”

I shook my head unable to speak, a mixture of seeing my long train stretch back across the red carpet and anticipating what might be to come.

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