Another short, this one’s really short, story. It’s a t-girl top short. I’ve been wondering if people like it when I write whether it’s a t-girl top/bottom story. To me it feels like I’m spoiling a surprise if I were to just let people read on their own. Comments would be greatly appreciated (even if it is just anonymous, that’s okay too)!

Also, I think my ‘posting once a week’ goal was a little ambitious. With work and all, I’m finding time to write sparingly and don’t know if I can keep up. So just a heads up, stories may be coming a little less frequently.

Also, also, I’ve finished writing the first year of my epic romance story (and may be posting it soon). It’s 52 pages in ‘Word,’ HSL was 28, and that took up I think 9 pages of Literotica pages. I’m a bit weary as to posting the epic because HSL’s reader count dropped off significantly after the 2nd posting (but that may be because it wasn’t that well written). On the plus side though, my epic has a lot more sex in it, but I’m afraid that people won’t have the patience for it either. Regardless of what people may or may not comment on the epic, I’ll probably be posting it in the coming months.

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I wake up to a loud bang in the background. I’m startled and jerk up in the bed. I look around the room and see the sunlight beaming through the blinds. I realize it’s late morning I look over to my other side to see if she’s there. She isn’t, I conclude that she either just left or just now came back from wherever she was.

I lie back down in the bed and turn my head to see the alarm clock. 9:37 am, “Ugh,” I groan. It’s Saturday morning and I worked late last night bartending. I usually don’t get up for another hour or so, but I feel ready to wake up for good. I roll back over and stretch out on the queen sized bed. Yawning I hear keys off in the distance bebek escort and then the soft footsteps of my girlfriend. From the way they sound it seems like Kristen’s walking towards me, probably to check on me.

I roll back over onto my stomach and rest my eyes for just a moment when I hear the bedroom door open. She shuffles around behind me and I turn my head to watch her.

“Oh, sorry babe, didn’t mean to wake you!” I hear her whisper.

“It’s okay,” I say, “I’m a little tired but I think I’m up.”

“Oh okay,” she says. She takes a seat on the edge of the bed and smiles, “I was just out shopping.” I look over to the dresser to see the two bags she placed earlier. Turning back to her I feel the bed sink slightly as she leans on the bed and we kiss.

I expect a simple quick kiss, because of my possible morning breath, but she wants more. Her tongue invades my mouth and our smooch becomes a full on affectionate kiss. I’m okay with this and am feeling a little frisky anyway. I sit up so I can embrace her and the sheets fall off my body. My t-shirt is a mess and she pulls it off almost right away.

My shirt flies off and Kristen leans into me so I lie on my back. We break away for a moment, “my, aren’t we lively today.”

“Well yeah, I missed you last night,” she says.

“I missed you too honey.”

Kristen climbs above me, straddling my stomach with her thighs. She sits and caresses my lightly hairy chest. “Come on let’s get these silly pants off,” she says with a giggle. She scoots down quickly and grasps my shorts and in one swift motion they’re off. Before I know it her head is between my thighs and she’s giving me a rim job. God I love her rim jobs!

I gasp, moan and beg for more but she pats my butt and I know to roll over onto my stomach. I do and she dives right kurtuluş escort back in, right where she leaves off. I lift my butt up off the covers but keep my face down, so my butt is sticking up in the air. Kristen doesn’t skip a beat and eats me to no end. She takes my hard cock in her mouth periodically and sucks me, making sure to bury her nose in my shaved ball sack. I moan into the pillows as she works her wonderful magic.

With the last few flicks Kristen pulls away, “Mmmm, I definitely need some loving!”

“Me too babe,” I moan from the pillow. I feel her small weight on the bed shift a bit and then feel her palms on my butt. She gently molests my bum and I wiggle it for her. She giggles, “Oh that is so cute!” I do it again and she giggles again and does a little cheerful clap as well.

She scoots her abdomen right up to my butt. The soft fabric of her loose skirt feels nice to my naked butt. She backs away and now the softer fabric of her panties feels nice. She grinds her crotch against me and I wiggle my butt again. Her hands rest on top of my butt and massage me there. “I can’t wait any longer,” she moans, me neither.

Kristen leans over me and I can tell she still has her top on. Her medium sized boobs press on my back and she nestles her head on my shoulder. She kisses my neck and then I experience a hand caressing my ball sack. That soon leaves and a warm spongy tube nestles seemingly innocently between my butt cheeks. It’s hard, but also soft.

My cheeks part slightly and the warm soft snake beckons for my opening. I try not to resist her but uncontrollably I do. She must have prepared earlier because she slips into me easily now and presses in to the base. “Oh fuck baby, this is what I was missing!” she moans into my ear.

Her large ball sack rests against my feriköy escort perineum which feels natural. Pulling out, it feels like my insides try to keep her in but she succeeds before plunging her large womanhood deep inside my bowels. “Oh fuck!” she moans again, “You don’t mind if this is just a quickie honey?”

“No babe.” Once hearing my answer Kristen gives me the real business. She rams her hips into me as hard, deep, and as fast as possible. Her pulsing cock pistons in and out of me like a relentless machine. The sound of slapping flesh is music to my ears. Her heavy balls smack mine and feel heavenly.

“Oh baby!” she groans.

“Close?”

“Not yet, but soon,” she groans again. She breathes into my ear, knowing I love hearing her struggle for satisfaction. Kristen plows and plows into my little man hole, her balls slapping me. I feel the familiar tingling in my loins and wonder if she’ll be able to hold off long enough.

My question is soon answered. I hear Kristen grunting and know that she’ll pop real soon. “Uuugghh! Uuuuggghhhh!!! Uuuuggghhhhh!!!!” I hear her groaning. She playfully slaps my ass a few times, “Fuck this is good! I won’t last much longer babe, shit!”

I don’t think it’s possible but Kristen pounds my little asshole harder, grabbing onto my hips in the process, “Shit it’s coming!” she pants, “Not long now!! Oh god!!! Fuck!!!” Her balls keep slapping my perineum and I finally feel her cock thicken. With three final plunges Kristen grunts loudly and empties her present into me. “UUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” She buries her cock as far as it will go and holds there as she twitches inside me. Each pulse sends a hot wave of cream deep in my bowels and I love it!

She holds there for what seems like a minute before she pulls out and pants loudly, “God I really needed that.” I roll over onto my back and see her with one knee up and her cock glistening proudly in front. White creamy strands hang from her meaty member and she grabs herself, jerking lightly.

She smiles down at me and I smile back. “Thanks babe, rest up, there’ll be more where that came from,” she says lovingly.

“I’ll be waiting…”

Author’s Notes

Before reading this story please be aware that that some people would label this work as obscene and pornographic in nature. It contains several themes including transgendered, homosexual and lesbian issues in addition to graphic sexual descriptions.

To make the action flow more freely and the stories light-hearted, I have taken a socially naïve approach and have not included the usual protections that intelligent people would choose such as condoms, birth control and out safeguards against sexually transmitted diseases. Such risky behavior as those exhibited by the characters of this story should not be followed.

If any of these topics make you uncomfortable please look elsewhere.

If this sounds like a story you might find interesting, enjoy.

With the exception of the main character Stacy, after whom I modeled a lot of my own psyche wanting to capture how I would feel in situations developed in the story, all other characters and circumstances are completely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or places is completely coincidental.

NOTE: This chapter is an alternate ending, which replaces the existing Part 06. This section leaves off following Quiet Servitude Pt. 05.

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Chapter 10 – Wednesday, June 11th – 9:32 p.m.

Christa stepped into the kitchen and dropped her purse in the nook that acts as a catch-all when we walk into the house.

“Everyone make their flight ma’am?”

She stood there in the shadows staring at me before stepping forward into the soft lights of the kitchen.

“Yes. Everything is running right on time in fact.”

“Glad to hear it. Mr. Williams and Ms. Jackson were nice.”

“Thank you. It was great to be able to catch up to them. You were a big help in that.” She said, but she seemed a million miles away at the time.

We stood face to face now studying each other for a minute before she found something else to say.

“Do I hear water running?”

“Yes ma’am. I thought you might like to take a hot bath.”

She walked through the living room without another word and disappeared down the hall. I don’t what I was supposed to be experiencing at the moment but several emotions made an appearance. I was mad, sad but mainly confused. Perhaps the departure of her friends has signaled the return to our previous life, one where she seemed to find little joy. I kicked off the lights and made my way to the master bedroom where Christa was already reclining in the hot water, the hint of bubbles hiding all her head and shoulders. Her eyes were closed and she made no move to indicate she knew I was present. I stepped back to the bed and folded her clothes, carefully setting them on the bureau before turning towards the hallway to leave.

“You did well this week Stacy. I’ve been impressed thus far but you did promise me that I’d have your help through the weekend so I’d like to continue our arrangement until then if that’s alright.”

I turned back towards the bathroom and could spot her face just above the lip of the tub, her eyes still closed. My silence must have been too long since her eyes flashed in my direction and rising eyebrow indicating that she was expecting an answer to her query. I was chewing on my lip as I pondered my response. I was having fun as Stacy but perhaps she wanted her husband back. I could lose either way so the best course of action was to tell the truth but the words didn’t come. My head nodded in agreement and I could feel my turn downwards wondering if I had made the correct choice.

“Excellent. That will be all for tonight. I’ll see you in the morning. Please have breakfast ready by nine, I have places to go and people to see tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am.” I mumbled, unable to meet her gaze as I turned and left the room, pulling the door closed behind me. I returned to the small bedroom that had become mine, cleaned up and slipped into bed where a fitful sleep awaited me.

Chapter 11 – Thursday, June 12th – 8:51 a.m.

I was still in a fog despite a very hot shower. What little sleep I had managed to grab was listless to say the least. Although I received the usual rush as I got back into my role that I would play for the next four days it didn’t seem as big as it had in the past. I tried a bowl of Lucky Charms for breakfast but even the sugar failed to give me any energy. Christa strolled up to the counter as I stifled a deep yawn.

“Good morning Stacy.”

“Good morning ma’am. I have pancakes this morning and bacon. Would only take a few minutes if want eggs.”

“Pancakes are fine, thank you.”

She looked up at me for a moment, a flash of the old Christa appearing as quickly as it disappeared again. Her smile faded and her eyes turned to the folded newspaper lying next to her plate which she read in silence as she ate. I was just finishing up when she finally spoke again.

“I have several appointments this morning and I need you yenibosna escort to run an errand for me.” She said as she flashed those eyes again in my direction. My mouth was hanging slightly, the thought of stepping into public again wearing the crisp uniform filling me with a hearty mix of terror and exhilaration. Christa easily noticed the look I was transmitting despite my attempt to hide it.

“Don’t worry.” She continued. “I just need you to take some boxes over to Debbie’s house for me.”

I nodded, somewhat relieved.

“Of course ma’am.”

“Thank you Stacy. Breakfast was great.” She said as she got to her feet, slipping them into a pair of black, business pumps that matched the professional looking skirt suit that was expertly tailored to her curvaceous frame. Grabbing her hand bag from the nook she turned back, finding me standing in the kitchen.

“Debbie is going to send a driver over with their SUV. The boxes are in the garage. Please make sure they get to Debbie’s and see if there is anything else she needs. Help her out if you can.” Her eyes, which had been examining something on the floor I couldn’t see turned up to meet me for just a second before they turned away and she was gone, the sound of the garage door rumbling into the house. I heard the car start and pull away, the garage door rumbling back into it’s closed position. Silence.

Christa hadn’t mentioned when Debbie’s driver would be around but the doorbell rang thirty minutes later just as I had finished up in the kitchen and made the beds.

“Good morning Ms. Johnson. How are you?”

“I’m fine Hal. Thanks for asking. Here for some boxes I understand?” I asked, amazed at how casual I felt as Stacy. He nodded. “They’re in the garage.”

He stepped back outside and popped the hatch. I locked the front door, grabbed my purse from the nook where it too had set and stepped into the garage, noticing the half dozen boxes for the first time. The garage rumbled up again, this time with one car missing. Before I could lend a hand the SUV was loaded and Hal was back behind the wheel. With nothing left to do I started the door on it’s return trip and stepped outside into the beautiful morning air. The sun was already up and the fog was burning off. It was going to be another warm day I thought as I slid into the passenger seat and we rolled. Hal was of few words as always as we neared the end of the street, prepared to merge into traffic. Apparently Christa’s first appointment was at the bank as I spotted her car in the lot, one occupant behind the wheel. We stopped at the light and Hal honked, also spotting Christa’s Cadillac. If she heard it, she didn’t respond.

The light changed and we were off for the remaining drive over to the Hennessey’s. Within minutes we landed at the front of the home which was becoming more familiar with each passing visit.

Hal had the rear hatch open and was unloading the boxes when Debbie stepped out and greeted us.

“Good morning Ms. Hennessey.” I said in greeting, the formality sounding strangely familiar.

“Morning Stacy.” She replied, the normal spunk replaced with a chilly tone. “Can you take those boxes up to the room you changed in on Monday? When you’re done, open up the one on top there” she said, indicating the smallest box in the group.

“Yes ma’am.” I said, happy in my heels that the first box wasn’t extremely heavy. I slipped inside and up the stairs where I deposited the box on the bed where I had made love to Julie earlier in the week. The thought providing more of a jolt than caffeine or sugar could ever accomplish. By the time I returned to front steps, both Debbie, Hal and the SUV were no where to be found. I snatched up the next box and hauled it to the bedroom, repeating the procedure until all six were neatly stacked on one side of the room. There were still no one about on the second floor of the home so I did as commanded and pulled the heavy duct tape from the smallest box and pulled back the flaps.

I must have stood there for an entire minute as the ramifications began to wash over me in waves. I recognized the first few articles of clothing as Stacy’s from my dresser at home. A quick flip through the contents revealed the rest of the box contained even more clothing, my intimate apparel. On top was a simple, white envelope. I took it out held it in my hands for a moment, noting that it couldn’t hold more than a simple sheet of paper. When my brain failed to comprehend what the hell could be happening I gave up, hoping instead that the envelope held the answers I was seeking.

My hands were trembling unexpectedly as I slipped a manicured finger inside and drew it through with nothing resembling lady-like fashion. As expected, it held a simple sheet of white paper, neatly scribbled words I recognized as Christa’s writing.

Dear Stacy,

I didn’t tell you before but after catching up with Julie kayaşehir escort and Terry it was clear that a week wasn’t going to be enough to satisfy my needs. We talked it over a couple of nights ago and Julie invited me to visit her place. Debbie said her regular housekeeper would be a way for the next two weeks and that she would keep you out of trouble and put Stacy to good work so behave and take care of anything she needs as any good employee would do for their employer and I’ll be back in a few days. Take care and thanks.

Love Christa

Wow. I didn’t know what to say or feel. Numb was probably a good description but there was a hint of betrayal. Another couple of days playing Stacy wouldn’t be bad I thought after a few minutes. I had begun to empty the boxes and set them in the closet where I hung up the rest of my clothes. Debbie walked in just as I was finishing up.

“Everything OK?” she asked, no hint of concern in her voice. The smirk she had been wearing in my presence as Stacy was gone to.

I nodded. “Yes ma’am. I understand I will be working for you until the end of the week.”

“I know.” She said, an ill-timed smirk appearing on her face. “But unlike Ms. Miller I am quite a bit more demanding of my staff. As you know, my regular housekeeper will be gone for the next week and a half so you will be picking up her duties while she is gone. A list of which you will find downstairs in the dining room. Get acquainted with them right now and help out in the kitchen to get lunch prepared. Just do what our cook needs done and we’ll work through the list after lunch. If you need anything, please ask one of the other staff.”

With that she turned on a heel and strolled from the room.

“MS. Miller?” I thought to myself. Things were definitely going to be different this week but Sunday evening was only three days away and I would just have to make due.

Chapter 11 – Thursday, June 12th – 12:15 p.m.

I had set up the dining room table as instructed and had brought various items to Mrs. Hennessey. Her husband, however, had decided to work from his home office where I split my time and attention. He was far less demanding once I brought his lunch, which he poked and prodded as he worked, oblivious to my coming and goings. I didn’t desire to start any conversation and retired back to the dining room and Debbie, who managed to keep me on my toes, a sure sign of things to come. My duties in the Hennessey household were going to be very real, in sharp contrast to the play acting I had been doing at home. Any apprehension on my part quickly faded as the first two days came and went, the long list of chores having kept me busy. I was told that Sunday would normally be a day off from my duties but since this was my only week in the employ of the Hennessey’s that I would have some things to do that day as well.

Saturday morning met my eyes when I peeled them open. It had been another restless night and I was thankful that there would only be one more night before I could finally crawl back into my own bed and hopefully resume a normal life that didn’t involve high heels or uniforms. As enlightening as my life had become with Stacy in it, I was eager to take a break from all the shaving I was doing as I stared into the mirror once again following the brief, hot shower.

The daily regiment in the house allowed me to fall into step with the flow relatively easy and the pattern became predictable until Debbie caught up with me in the hall with an armload of bed sheets.

“Stacy. I need you run to the store and pick up some items for our cook. Hal will take you up there and drop you off while he runs another errand.”

I froze slightly, aware once again how I was dressed. Debbie must have noticed my discomfort and after receiving nothing but cold admonishment from her the last two days I could only expect that I would be returning to the store dressed in my current pink and white uniform.

“Go ahead and get changed into something more casual. Hal is downstairs waiting on you so don’t take too long. The account card is in the glove box. Hurry back. We still have a lot of work to do.”

Relieved beyond belief, I nodded vigorously.

“Yes ma’am.” I said, turning to my room where I deposited the sheets in the corner for later and quickly got changed into a pair of jeans and loose blouse and flats. It was clear that the usual store at the end of the street wasn’t our destination so my mind began to ponder the possibilities as I gathered up my purse and hurried downstairs and out the front door. As promised, Hal was behind the wheel as I slipped into the passenger seat. By the time we were out into traffic I had the account card and knew we were headed half way across town to an up-scale grocery store that sold the typical produce at three times the price. I couldn’t help but laugh at that fact as we rode in silence as we neared our bomonti escort destination. Because I wasn’t driving I wouldn’t have time to hesitate in the parking lot. After several days, I was far less hung up on going into such a public place now as Stacy and started to climb out as soon as we pulled up to the front door.

“I’ll be waiting out here in twenty minutes.” He said, as though reading my mind.

“Got it. Thanks.” With that, I slammed the door and watched him pull away, my only refuge pulling away into the distance. Feeling a bit vulnerable suddenly in the front of the store I walked inside, dropped my purse in the cart and tried to get on with the task at hand as I navigated towards the nearest aisle to get away from the bulk of the people. I fished out the list, figured out what products were around me and managed to concentrate on shopping rather than who was around me and what they were thinking. Half way through the list I realized that I had forgotten that I was a man, standing in the middle of the store dressed as a woman. Perhaps I was reaching a comfort level required by a transsexual who needs to live life without worrying about those around them.

My reverie was short lived however when an old woman in aisle three, hands firmly dripping the handle of her cart, stood staring as I approached, her mouth hanging open in disbelief. I guess we really can’t fool everyone all the time and for the remainder of the shopping trip my attention was once again on the shoppers around me. I suspected at this point that feeling comfortable enough as Stacy to live this way full time was not something I could choose to do. But in life, sometimes decisions can be made for us as I soon found out as I stood in the checkout lane. It had taken me nearly a half an hour to grab the required groceries in the unfamiliar store so I knew that upon exiting I should find Hal waiting and wouldn’t have to stand awkwardly out front.

The clerk rang up the groceries without incident and I handed her the account card. I had the cart in motion and was headed quickly for the door. Although I had every expectation that Hal would be waiting, I was disappointed to find that he was no where to be found. As I feared, I was standing out in the open. In hopes of escaping increased scrutiny I slid down from the front door to a less traveled path where I could keep a look out for the familiar vehicle if it entered the lot.

And that’s when it caught my eye.

Lined up like obedient soldiers were a row of paper boxes. Car fliers, real estate magazines and newspapers were available, but it was the local newspaper box that drew my attention.

I pulled the cart off to the side and slid over to the box, oblivious to the world around me. It was headline that caught my eye but the opening of the story held it. The name of my company was plastered across the front and a story about missing company funds ran on in great detail. I had no idea who could have been behind such a scheme but there were a few slime balls who were capable of something like that and now, it seems, it had caught up with them. My heart skipped a few beats when I reached the bottom of paragraph one and found my name there. It seems, that I alone had been implicated in the scheme and that the police were looking for me. Without a care of anything going on around me I dropped my purse and knelt down trying to read more but it ran behind the window. I fumbled for my purse and snatched out my wallet, praying that the emergency change I kept inside for a phone call would be enough. I took a quick look around but none of the people were looking my way. Stacy, it seems, could walk around the town without anyone thinking I was the town’s most wanted. As I loaded in the change I took another look around and spotted Hal turning in from the street. I couldn’t believe Christa had anything to do with any of this but if I didn’t do it then Debbie was the prime suspect. And until I had some answers, Hal couldn’t know anything was up. I fumbled with the door as soon as the change hit bottom and nearly had it slip from my hands before snatching up three copies of the paper before the door slammed shut again. I tossed the extras back on top and quickly unfolded, aghast at seeing a cropped photo of me from the company Christmas party last year. I stepped to the cart, trying desperately to hide the paper inside one of the plastic sacks just as Hal pulled up in the handicap spot behind me, my shaking frame hiding my work until the last possible second.

I heard the door open and the rear hatch pop. Convinced that I could do no more to hide the paper in the thin, white, plastic sacks, I turned and tried to smile, pulling the cart towards the curb. Hal stepped up and started loading the bags while I tried to keep my on which one held the paper. I spotted it just as Hal’s grip grabbed hold and he set it inside, the print clearly visible but fortunately, not the story. He closed the hatch without apparently noticing it and we were on our way back home, my head swimming with complications. I couldn’t tip Debbie off but needed to get home and get a hold of Christa for help. I would play along like the subservient employee and slip out in the evening and make my way back home and hide out until I could figure out what was happening.

Scott trudged along the beach while waving his metal detector from side to side. His afternoon walks had yielded little in treasures over the past months, but helped to center him when he felt lost or depressed. His fiance’, Denise, had left him for his boss at the firm when Scott had been passed over for a promotion. It wouldn’t have been so bad if his boss had been less than seventy years old, or if Scott hadn’t walked in on the old man getting a sloppy blowjob from her. Some women just have different priorities than others, and her number one was clearly green and emblazoned with the visage of dead presidents. She never went that far down her throat for Scott anyway, and he believed he would be haunted forever by the lustful and painful combo of feelings that came with the memory of her flushed face, framed by blonde hair and dripping with saliva and precum, warped into a gagging grimace as she struggled to take in that old cock. The old man must have popped a lot of viagra in advance of that encounter.

Scott shook off the memories and continued down the beach. The constant sounds of his metal detector kept him calm. Just when he was about to turn and go back down the beach toward his car he was startled slightly by the higher pitched whine that signaled the detection of an object. The monitor informed him that the object was about the size of a fifty cent piece. Scott knelt in the sand and began digging, first with a trowel and then with his hands. A short time later he held an antique pocket watch.

After clearing off some of the sand Scott was struck by the condition of the piece. It looked new, but he had enough experience with the design of such things to know that pocket watches hadn’t been made in that design or of those particular materials for many decades. He took it home to examine it.

Sitting in his kitchen, Scott rolled the watch over and over in his hands. He couldn’t figure out how to get it to open. There was no release button on the side and it did not appear to snap open. After twisting and pulling from several different angles Scott started to lose his temper.

“God damn it. Open up!”

Immediately the watch sprung open and a green smoke began to pour out. Scott dropped it on the counter in shock and jumped back. Then something amazing happened just as he was reaching for the fire extinguisher. The smoke that had been pooling on the floor rose up and twisted into the form of a beautiful ebon skinned woman!

Scott felt his jaw slacken nearly to the floor at the beauty in front of him. She stood a couple inches taller than his six foot height and had a sexy body of toned muscle. She had an extreme air of power about her, and her black skin shone in the light of his kitchen. She looked like she had been chiseled from jet black stone by a master artisan. Her face was cruel and beautiful, but Scott could see from the lines of her face that she could be cute as well. An image of her full, thick lips pursed into a sexy pout sent a stir through his already swelling package. She wore a simple silk garment, the same green color as the smoke, that revealed more than it concealed.

“You are the one who commanded that the watch be open? You are the one who has summoned me, the genie of this timepiece?” she asked in a voice made of velvet dripping with sex.

“Y-y-yes,” Scott said.

She eyed him suspiciously. Clearly he did not know what he had done. Normally she would simply allow him to make his wish and reap the consequences, but she ran her eyes across him and decided to be merciful. He was in excellent shape and clearly took care of himself, though she could read a pain behind bahçelievler escort his eyes that she could tell was caused by a woman. His already pale skin was nearly pure white with fear and was beginning to drip with perspiration. She decided that she liked him.

“My name is Ura. In case you hadn’t guessed I am a genie,” she said, “You may wish for whatever you desire, and you may have as many wishes as you like.”

Scott’s eyes began to brighten and he opened his mouth to respond, but she raised a hand to interrupt him and continued.

“But there is a price for every wish. You must pay me before you receive what it is you desire. The greater the wish, the greater the cost. I can not tell you what payment you will need to make until you make your wish, but know that not a single man in your position has survived their first payment.”

Scott gulped at that. At first he had thought his life was about to turn around, but now it looked like it might end instead. What kind of payment could kill every man who had to make it? Still, his cock had been nearly steely for the entirety of the verbal exchange. It was getting hard to think rationally.

“I wish for… a kiss.”

Ura smiled at him. She had been right to give him mercy. She took two strides over to where he stood and pulled his mouth to hers. They enjoyed the touch of each other’s tongues through parted lips. After a few moments she pulled back.

“I thought I needed to make payment first?” said Scott with a gasp.

“I enjoyed that too,” she said and smiled, “For that wish lets just say in granting it I received my payment.”

Good deal. Scott was beginning to see some excellent potential wishes take shape in his mind.

“I wish for…” Scott paused, still trying to gain an understanding of the payment scale, “You to nibble my earlobe.”

Ura smiled some more. This mortal was being cautious. Still, nibbling ears wasn’t something she would take joy in. He would have to make a small payment to her.

“Your wish is my command, but first you will need to do something for me.”

Scott winced. Had he gone too far already? Was this the end for him? Ura reassured him with a touch to his shoulder. Then she tugged her silk top down slightly to expose her full and perfect breast. Scott’s mouth began to water. No model in any magazine he had ever seen could ever compare to the absolute perfection of the ebon tit the swayed softly before him. The nipple began to stiffen ever so slightly in the open air.

“Give it a kiss.”

Scott pursed his lips and kissed the nipple before him. His lips found flawless skin- soft and smooth. He squeezed the tip between his lips and then swirled his tongue around it. It became as hard as a bullet in his mouth. Ura’s hands curled into Scott’s hair and held his head to her breast. She began purring softly. Scott’s heavy boner began to ooze sticky precum into his pants.

After a few moments Ura pulled a reluctant Scott from her nipple. She moved in close to him and breathed in his ear. He felt his knees go weak, then a tongue began softly caressing his earlobe. Soon teeth followed and clamped down firmly. Each tug sent electric bolts shooting through him. Again, after a few moments she pulled away. Ura now bore a full grin of perfect white teeth. The blackness of her skin made her smile look all the wider and sexier.

Scott trembled with lust after the exchange. His iron hard dick demanded that he wish bigger.

“I wish for you to give me a blowjob.”

Ura’s grin shrank. Her lips pursed and she shook her head at Scott. florya escort Scott began to have second thoughts when he saw the danger in her eyes.

“That will require a payment larger than I believe you are ready to pay, but now that you have made your wish there is no turning back. Prepare to make payment to me.”

Scott’s face grew white with fear. Surely he had gone to far and was about to die. But the payments so far had been pleasant so he maintained some hope. Ura stepped back one stride and a heavy wind started to blow in the kitchen, knocking Scott to his knees before her. Suddenly, Scott felt his body being restrained by invisible chains. Terror showed on his face as his entire body became immobile. Ura stood before him with her hands on her hips.

“You know, you look awful good down there. I think you might like this after all,” she said with her smile returning.

Ura made a gesture and her clothing began to fade from view. Her bare breasts made Scott’s mouth begin to water again, and his eyes traveled down her perfect curves past her flat, toned stomach. His eyes widened even farther when they reached the area between her thick and powerful legs.

There he laid eyes on the biggest, blackest, and most frightening cock he had ever seen.

At least ten and a half inches of uncut ebon flesh graced the area where Scott had expected to find a pussy. A thick mat of wiry pubic hair framed the object of Scott’s impending payment.

“Don’t look so scared Scotty, you made the wish now you have to pay,” said Ura with a cruel look on her face.

Scott felt his mouth begin to open against his will. He fought and struggled as much as he could to no avail. He couldn’t scream or move. Agonizing seconds passed as his jaw slowly continued to drop. Scott had of course figured out where that massive piece of meat was about to go.

Seeing Scott kneeling before her had Ura stiffening rapidly. Soon fourteen inches of iron hard black cock swayed between her legs. Her slender but muscled hands wound deep into the hair on the back of Scott’s head. Her hips began to gyrate slowly, and though Scott was unable to move his head, his eyes followed the hooded tip as it slowly moved from left to right and back again in front of his face. When Ura had enough of torturing Scott, she moved her hips forward and began to paint his lips with her precum.

“Just relax and remember that this is payment. When it’s over you will be getting your wish,” she purred to him.

As the last syllable passed over her gorgeous lips she moved her member inside Scott’s waiting maw. He clenched his eyes shut at the humiliation of having a cock inside his mouth against his will. He felt his mouth slowly closing around the beast of a cock. Oh God no, he even began to feel himself applying suction.

“Oh yeah baby, you know how momma likes it don’t you? I am going to fuck your throat so gooood.”

With that she moved the salty head of her penis past Scott’s tonsils. Scott felt the curious sensation of a foreskin rubbing against the sides of his throat. He felt sure that he would gag and choke, but it appeared that Ura had complete control over his gag reflex as well. That made him feel a little better. He found that he could breathe through his nose just fine, and he felt a large twinge of humiliation when he realized that he didn’t mind the taste. Ura must have felt his change in attitude.

“See baby? Not as bad as you thought huh?”

Indeed it wasn’t. He still had his eyes closed, but he soon felt her heavy black stones rest against his chin. As she withdrew bayrampaşa escort so that only the quivering tip lay on Scott’s tongue, he peeked out through one eye. Intricate designs were shaved into her pubic hair. Just as he began to think he might get through it, she took the opportunity to slam the whole fourteen inches down his throat. Tears wetted his eyes as he had no choice but to accept the wiry pubes grinding into his nose.

“I saw you admiring those, thought you might want a closer look,” she said and laughed.

All illusions of this being a tolerable experience burned away for Scott as Ura banged away mercilessly on his pretty little mouth. He felt his hands move of their own accord to her low hanging heavy black balls. He found himself cradling and squeezing them between his fingers. Tears streamed down his face as she used it for her pleasure.

“Oh yeah baby. Oh yeah baby. Ohhhhhhh,” Ura moaned hard and gripped Scott’s head with renewed vigor.

Scott clenched his eyes shut again and knew what was about to happen. A heavy stream of hot jism sprayed down his throat into his stomach. Not wanting to waste it all internally, Ura pulled her shaft free of Scott’s mouth and blasted rope after rope of hot stickiness all over her boytoy. Scott felt the layer of white slime cover his face nearly completely. More shame washed over him as he licked his lips. He noted that this was another taste he didn’t mind, and his shaft hardened even more. Scott hadn’t yet noticed that he had never gone soft. Ura’s member slowly stopped throbbing and soaking the thoroughly face fucked Scott, and she began to spoon her seed from his face into his mouth with the head of her softening cock. Scott lapped it all up. His fingers kept kneading her balls and he sucked every last drop of cum from the shaft of his magical new lover. Suddenly he realized that he could control his body again. He felt confused and wondered how long he had had control.

“Baby, your payment stopped as soon as I started to cum. You did all that cleanup by yourself. There’s something for you to think about,” she said with a wicked smile as if reading his mind.

Scott rose to his feet and wiped the last of the genie’s spooge from his hair and licked his fingers without realizing it. If that was just the payment for a blowjob he could understand how greedy men wishing for millions of dollars might not survive whatever Ura demanded of them.

“Hold still baby, you earned this,” she said with a wink as she kneeled before him.

She freed his hard cock from his pants with a deft movement. The poor thing weeped precum at a frantic pace. Thick ropes of it hung between her fingers as she toyed with his shaft. Scott was still recovering from his ordeal, but when her thick lips pressed to the firm flesh of his cock he knew with every fiber of his being that the whole thing was worth it. She worked his piece with a finesse that can only come with magic. Her fingertips and nails seemed to be everywhere at once, pinching, caressing, and scratching at his sensitive flesh. Her tongue lavished attention on the head of his penis, and her eyes stayed locked with his the entire time. He felt himself near cumming at least a half a dozen times and each time she backed off. Each time he felt as though he would scream for release. After nearly an hour of listening to the divine sucking and slurping of a genie who really knows how to grant a wish, Scott felt her allow him his orgasm. He came like a train. Juicy cum showered her. She replicated his cleanup by using his cock to scoop dollops of cum off of her face and into her hot mouth. She smiled.

“Did the required part of that end when I started to cum?” a very weak Scott asked.

“Of course, but I felt you deserved the extra courtesy for being so good to me,” she purred in his ear, having risen and embraced him.

“I think that you and I are going to have an excellent partnership, Ura,” said Scott.

“Oh you have no idea, baby.”

Chapter Nine – Endgame

May 1986

In the interview room at Scotland Yard Robert Fellows looked pale and tired and he was still wearing the clothes in which he had been arrested, minus his belt and shoelaces. His brief, a barrister paid for by Robert’s father looked remarkably composed in his Carnaby Street pin-striped suit. He was rake-thin and effused confidence.

Archie and Sandra got through the preliminaries, stating the date and time and identifying who was present in the interview room and issued Robert another caution. They had coffee and water bought in for everyone and then it was time to begin.

Archie and Sandra had reviewed all the evidence, working late in the night and after considerable discussion had finally agreed on a strategy. They would go all-in.

Sandra made a theatre of it, laying down the exhibits slowly and carefully one at a time. Archie began.

“Before we begin, I will tell you that you are being questioned in relation to the matter of the death of Charles Ward, also known as Charlotte Ward. In deference to the deceased it is our intention to use the name Charlotte Ward as she was identifying as her feminine self when she died.

“On the table before you my colleague has laid out the evidence we have, which we intend to provide to the Crown Prosecution Service,” Archie waved his hands over the exhibits.

“First off I’d like to summarise your statement to us when we interviewed you. You claim that Charlotte Ward offered you regular oral services, which you accepted. But after a while you realised that what you were doing was quite inappropriate because you are engaged to be married and you stopped engaging in that activity a year ago.”

“You implied that your relationship with Charlotte was nothing more than a casual fling.”

“I’ll now point out each of these exhibits and explain their relevance.”

“This exhibit contains a postcard from the Ambassador Guest House at Brighton, the words ‘a week to remember… I think I love Robert’ are written on the obverse, it was found in Charles Ward’s dormitory. Beside it are a registration card and a copy of the guest register taken from the Ambassador Guest House which proves that you spent a week there with Charlotte Ward and shared the same room.”

The barrister was about to interject but Archie shut him down.

“You may consult with your client when I ask him a question, until then please remain silent sir,” Archie continued identifying the evidence on the table.

“These documents are excerpts from our interviews with Wayne Jenkins and William Larkin also known as Wendy Larkin who claim that you had a long term intimate relationship with Charlotte Ward.”

“These documents confirm that the latent fingerprints found on the kitchen counter of the cottage and on the door to the bedroom where she was found belong to you. This one confirms that the fingerprints found on Charlotte’s neck matches the exemplars taken from you.”

“This document here confirms that the skin and blood samples taken from you by the Scene Of Crime Officers match the samples taken from underneath Charlotte Ward’s fingernails.”

Archie took a beat to let the consequences of all the evidence on the table sink in.

“You were obviously lying to police about the extent of your relationship with Charlotte Ward and you lied when you said that you had never been to the cottage where she was found. Now sir, would you like to refute any on the evidence before you or provide an explanation as to how this evidence does not point to your involvement of the murder of Charlotte Ward,” Archie couldn’t help being pleased with himself.

Robert and his brief whispered between themselves, both their voices rising and becoming angrier.

“Despite my expert advice that he should remain silent, Mister Fellows wishes to make a statement,” the barrister shook his head solemnly.

Robert Fellows looked abject and defeated. He was close to tears.

“This is what happened that night,” Robert began.

Five days earlier

In the early hours of the morning, after the party was over, Charlotte sent the other girls back to their dorms while she emptied the laundry baskets into plastic bin liners to be washed and dried later in the day. She would strip the beds and remake them later. She went to her bedroom and checked on her stash of cocaine and the wad of money she had secreted in the wardrobe. She had made a tidy sum on the side selling the drug.

Wendy had taken the cash from the liquor sales and the upfront fee that the rugby team had paid for the use of the girls. She and Charlotte would divide the profits later and give Pamela and Janet their share.

Charlotte was closing the wardrobe when she became aware of a presence near the door. Had one of the team come back for a final shag? If so he would be disappointed, Charlotte had had enough for one night. She was half-drunk and coming down off her cocaine high.

“Well I’ll be fucked. I thought levent escort you weren’t coming to the party,” she sneered at Robert Fellows.

“You’re a bit late but I’ll throw you a sympathy fuck if you don’t mind going sloppy seconds. Well that’s sloppy third, fourth or fifth; I’ve had so many cocks inside me tonight that I can hardly remember,” she smirked at him.

Robert was drunk and belligerent and he studied his ex-girlfriend with distain. Gone was the cute pixie bob. She was wearing a black, shoulder-length wig styled with a fringe that rested on her brows. Her makeup was heavy but her mascara and eyeliner had run and her lipstick was smeared around her mouth.

Her cerise satin blouse and black leather miniskirt were creased and stained with booze and dried semen. Her legs were sheathed in laddered fully-fashioned flesh-toned stockings and her feet shod in black stiletto high heels. She looked exactly like the whore she had become.

“How could you have come to this Charlotte? You’re a whore with no self-respect,” he leaned against the doorframe, a bottle of ale dangling from his fingers.

“But I won’t always be a whore Robert. This is just a means to an end. After my gender reassignment I’ll get a new identity, move far away from London and get a decent job,” Charlotte leaned against the wardrobe.

“But this! This is so demeaning. I have to listen to the lads talk about what goes on in this filthy rat-hole and it disgusts me,” he brought the bottle to his lips and took a slug.

Charlotte put out her hand and Robert passed her the bottle. She took a sip and smiled at him.

“Let me tell you fairy story Robert,” she took another drink.

“I don’t have time for your ramblings Charlotte; I’m going,” he made to turn away and Charlotte moved into him.

“No! Listen! Listen to my bedtime story and you will sleep so much better,” her face was inches from his.

“There was once a naïve young princess, except she didn’t know she was a princess, she thought she was a hag. Her parents told her she was a hag and sent her away to a cold dark castle to work as a dreary domestic where she would learn how to improve herself because she was worthless,” Charlotte stopped to take a sip from the bottle and then continued.

“A handsome evil prince trapped the princess and made her service him and his friends; they demeaned her and used her as their slattern. But the evil prince discovered that he wasn’t really evil, he had compassion for the slattern and he rescued her made her into a princess again. The handsome prince worshipped his princess and kept her safe and she felt loved.”

“But the prince’s father, the king, decreed that the prince should marry another princess, a better princess, a real princess. The princess he was with now had beguiled him; she was really a hag pretending to be a princess. The handsome prince banished the hag and told her that she wasn’t a princess at all. She was nothing but a slattern, a pretender, a worthless whore.”

“So the naïve young princess hardened her heart and became the hag, the slattern and the whore. She did it so she could amass a golden casket with which she could travel to another land and once again transform into the princess she believed she was. She would be happy living far away from the handsome evil prince, the evil king and her evil parents.”

“But her heart would be forever broken because no matter what he had done to her, the naïve young princess would always love the evil prince,” Charlotte was crying, tears ruining her already smudged makeup.

Robert put his hands on Charlotte’s shoulders and held her away from him.

“I’m sorry Charlotte but we could never be together; it just wouldn’t work. You know that,” Robert sighed.

“I loved you Robert. I know we never used those words while we together but I’m sure it was love. Was I wrong?” she implored him.

Robert pulled her into his arms and held her close.

“If there was some way for us to be together, yes… but it’s impossible Charlotte,” Robert kissed her hair.

She nuzzled his neck and he turned her face to his and bought his lips to hers. They kissed. The kiss was soft and affectionate and then Charlotte slipped her tongue into Robert’s mouth and kiss became passionate and needy.

Robert guided Charlotte towards the bed and she lay down for him. He lay on top of her kissing her hard, tearing at her clothes. She ripped open his shirt and tugged at his belt buckle, she unzipped his fly and pushed his jeans down to his knees. Her blouse was open and Robert pushed her bra out of the way and suckled her diminutive breasts. She found him hard and dripping and she stroked him to full tumescence.

Robert moved his mouth back to hers and kissed her fervidly as she opened her legs wide for him. He pushed up her skirt, moved aside the gusset of her knickers and slid himself inside her.

“Oh god Robert,” she sobbed and wrapped her arms and sarıyer escort legs around him.

He was impatient and insistent. He had longed to be inside her again for so long. He missed the feel of her tight anus gripping his cock like a slick silken glove, the way she had of contracting her sphincter and the membranes inside her anus that evoked extreme pleasure. Her fingernails scratched his back and her silken-clad legs rubbed against his tender flesh increasing his gratification.

Charlotte rose to meet his thrusts and Robert could feel that she was hard inside her cum-soaked knickers, she was deliberately pressing herself against his belly to maximise her own pleasure.

She kissed him desperately, mewing and crying as she clung to him and writhed beneath him.

“I love you Robert,” she sighed and he felt her orgasm.

Her anus contracted and quivered and a warm wet puddle oozed through her panties and smeared his hard belly. She bit his lip and drummed her heels on his back as she convulsed in a paroxysm of lust and pleasure. Robert pressed her down on the bed and drove himself deep inside her and erupted, his cock quivering as he unloaded his seed.

“Say it Robert! Say it!” she pleaded.

“I love you Charlotte. God help me, I love you,” Robert screamed.

Robert lay on top of her exhausted as he came down from his orgasmic high. Charlotte lay still beneath him, her arms by her side and legs wide open. They said nothing for what seemed like an eternity.

Then Charlotte started to laugh.

It started as a soft chuckle and built to a full on cackle.

Robert was bemused. He looked at her confused.

“You romantic fool! How do you think Rebecca Delaney is going to feel knowing her future husband was not only fucking a transvestite whore, but he told her he loved her,” Charlotte’s emerald green eyes were cold.

“Do I send her a letter or do I tell her face to face? I probably won’t do it soon. I’ll wait until you’re married and I’ve transitioned, it will be more believable then.”

“‘Hey Becky, you’ll never guess what happened while your husband and I were in college?’ I can see the look on her face now.”

“The thing I will nurture is that you will never know when I’m going to do it. You’ll live with the threat like the sword of Damocles hanging over your head waiting to fall,” Charlotte made to get out from under Robert but he kept her pinned to the bed.

“You really are a whore aren’t you,” Robert’s eyes were cold; any love he had for Charlotte had dissipated.

“No. I’m the naïve young princess,” she glared up at him.

Robert put his hands around Charlotte’s neck and squeezed. At first she didn’t struggle she just looked up at him with her vacant green eyes. They were soulless; she had no fear.

Robert squeezed harder and Charlotte’s face began to bloat and become red, her tongue swelled and her ears began to ring. She finally began to struggle. She raised her hands and tried to break Robert’s grip on her neck, scratching at his hands with her long fingernails.

Then her vision began to blur and finally blackness overcame her and she lay still, her arms fell to her sides.

Robert leapt off her, his anger replaced by fear. He realised what he’d done. If he was caught his life would be over. Robert quickly dressed and looked around the bedroom to see if he’d left anything that would incriminate him. He noticed the beer bottle he had brought with him and snatched it up. He took one quick turn around the cottage and left. Halfway up the pathway he stopped and vomited. He wiped his mouth on his sleeve and hurried back to his dorm.

*****

May 1986

“Are you admitting that you strangled Charlotte Ward to death?” Archie asked bluntly.

“I am,” Robert put his arms on the table and lowered his head onto them and began to sob.

“Interview suspended while the subject consults with his legal counsel and police draft a statement for the subject to sign, after which Robert Fellows will be formally charged with the murder of Charles Ward, also known as Charlotte Ward,” Archie could barely keep the triumph out of his voice.

*****

Archie and Sandra were the heroes of the hour. They had solved the case and there was undoubtedly some schadenfreude at seeing a rich, entitled, toff brought down. Archie and Sandra knew from their investigation that Charlotte had been no angel but she had been poorly treated by almost everyone who should have loved her. Robert’s ever-changing emotions and treatment of her: first using her for sex and sharing her with his friends, then showing her acceptance and love followed by a complete turnaround when he cast her aside and derided her, must have been crushing for Charlotte.

They celebrated at the Trunk and Brick pub, the Scotland Yard local. Most of the Special Crimes Division attended the celebration and Glenda Savage led the conviviality and she had her beau Ruffe Ingersoll maslak escort with her. Many drinks were consumed but Archie and Sandra moderated their intake, they would have their own special celebration later.

Archie went to use the toilet and was waylaid by Ruffe Ingersoll in the back corridor of the pub.

“So Archie, the story is that a rich university student at a private boarding school killed another rich university student. That’s enough to tickle my readers fancy but there must be more to it. What was the motive?” Ruffe offered Archie a cigarette which he declined.

“Nothing more to see Ruffe. Anyway, you know I can’t discuss the details of the case; you’ll have to wait for the trial for all the dirty secrets to be revealed,” Archie replied.

“That college is shut up like a clam; no one is talking and Chelmsford Police are more silent than Scotland Yard,” Ruffe considered the glowing tip of his cigarette.

“If there was nothing else to see other than two students falling out and one killing the other there wouldn’t be this veil of secrecy. Did you know the college has requested a gag order and the Fellows family have put pressure on the CPS for the trial to be held ‘in-camera’?” Ruffe wrinkled his brow.

“Looks like you’re shit out of luck then Ruffe. The police aren’t talking, the students and faculty at Chelmsford college can’t talk and if the if the trial is held in-camera you’ll never get to hear what happened other than the facts released officially by the Chief Constable,” Archie squeezed past Ruffe and made his way back to the throng.

Archie and Sandra were standing at separate tables surrounded by well-wishers but they kept glancing furtively at each other and when they considered everyone had drunk enough that their absence wouldn’t be noticed, they slipped away.

They took a minicab to Archie’s new flat, kissing and canoodling in the back during the journey.

Archie’s flat was little more than a bedsit but it was neat and clean. He turned on the floor lamp and went into the kitchenette to pour wine and when he turned around Sandra had removed her dress and her brassiere and let down her hair. She had worn makeup to the interview and she looked lovely to Archie who always found her alluring.

She was not a fashion model by any means and she looked her age; years pounding the beat, working late, eating bad, drinking too much and smoking had taken their toll but she had a womanly figure and ethereal beauty that entranced Archie.

He put down the drinks and took off his jacket and stepped into her, kissing her softly. She mussed his hair affectionately as they kissed, she could feel his hardness pressing into her but he was not impatient, she always had that effect on Archie.

“Make love to me Archie. I want to feel loved, to feel needed,” she whispered.

Archie picked her up and carried her to the bed. She watched him undress and opened her arms for him when he came to her naked and rampant. They kissed and her fingers gently stroked him, feeling him become fully erect. Archie stroked her breasts and toyed with her nipples, smiling when she gasped with pleasure as he gently caressed them. He was torn between using his mouth on her breasts or to keep kissing her but she made the decision for him. She refused to break their long lingering kiss.

Sandra slipped her tongue into his mouth and squeezed his cock, delighting in the firmness of it, the heat, the girth, the manliness. Archie put his hand between her legs and stroked her vulva through the wispy translucent nylon; there were no granny-panties today. He parted her labia and rubbed her until her knickers were soaked and she was mewing and pressing her pubis into his hand.

She was ready.

Archie put his fingers inside her knickers and stroked her clitoris whilst slipping two fingers inside her vagina. Sandra bucked and drove her tongue into his mouth; she was forcefully directing his penis to her sex. She had opened her legs and magnificent legs they were: long and shapely and sheathed in silky sensuous hold up stockings. She still wore her heels.

Archie relented and climbed onto her, resting on his elbows, his legs between hers. Sandra wrapped her legs around his and moved them up and down to encourage him, rising up off the bed, insistently grinding her pubis into his.

“Put it in me,” she whispered and Archie obliged.

Easing aside the gusset of her knickers he slid his throbbing cock into her wet, buttery quim. Her legs closed around him and held him close so that his movements were imperceptible. His quivering member was buried inside the woman he loved and they kissed and held each other, hardly moving, their pubis crushed together stimulating her clitoris while her vagina palpitated around his quivering rod.

They lay like that, allowing their passion to rise in a slow burn, feeling the pleasure spread through their bodies, made all the more intense because they were hardly moving.

Finally Sandra began to whimper and shake and Archie sensed her climax, it triggered his own and he held onto her like limpet, barely moving as his penis erupted and ejaculated causing Sandra to writhe under him as her orgasm intensified.

They lay sated, locked together, neither speaking, just content to be in each other’s embrace.

“Turn your head slightly to the right,” she told me.

I turned and my face bumped up against her left breast.

“Oops, don’t you bite that now,” she said.

“I wouldn’t do that,” I replied.

“You better not ’cause you’d make a hole and I’d fly backward around the office like a balloon until it deflated,” She laughed.

“I don’t know . . . they look pretty real to me,” I ventured, hoping me might continue in the vein.

“Why, thank you, Bob,” she said and leaned further over so that my face was engulfed between her breasts. “They don’t feel phony either, do they?”

“No. They sure don’t,” I muttered, still pinned against her chest with her hard left nipple jabbing me in the cheek. Actually, they did feel a little too firm for their size.

This was pretty typical of all the appointments we’d had since Nicole became my oral hygienist the year before. She was a sensuous, earthy woman and regularly joked with me about sexual things while peppering her conversation with double entendre.

“Yep,” she said, “they’re just about as real as silicone can make them.” and chuckled in her low throaty way.

She pulled away and went back to work on my mouth, scraping and digging away while she hummed Somewhere Over The Rainbow.

I recalled my last appointment a few months ago; when Nicole had told me that she needed to do some heavy cleaning on my remaining wisdom teeth and asked if I could hold my mouth open wide while she did that or whether I needed a rubber wedge. I told that I was fine and could hold my mouth open okay.

“How wide can you open?” she had asked.

“Pretty wide”

“Show me” she instructed.

I opened as much as I could.

“Wow! That’s really wide. Does it hurt?”

“Not a bit,” I didn’t tell her that, as a kid, I used to win a lot of pocket money by betting I could pop a tennis ball into my mouth.

“Do you mind if I measure?” she asked and removed some sort of device from a nearby drawer.

“No, go ahead” I was kind of proud she was so impressed.

“That’s amazing,” she said after she’d measured. “In all my work, I’ve never had another patient that could open that wide”

I didn’t know whether to say “Thank you” or what; so I didn’t say anything.

“You know, with that gift, there are a lot of gay guys around the neighborhood who’d love to have you for a boyfriend,” she said, smiling and squeezing my arm.

“I don’t swing that way,” I told her with a halfhearted laugh.

“Well, I wouldn’t rule it out,” she replied. “As Woody Allen said, ‘it doubles your chances of scoring.'”

I remember wondering then if maybe she swung both ways.

The phone on the opposite wall buzzed and brought me back to the present. Nicole excused herself and answered the call.

Her distraction gave me a chance to admire her for a couple of minutes. She was a gorgeous gal, tall, probably 5′ 10″ or so, black shoulder length hair that hung straight and framed her attractive face, deep set brown eyes and high cheekbones that probably came from some Indian or Mexican influence in her bloodline. That heredity probably also contributed to her tan complexion which highlighted her porcelain white teeth. Her mouth was wide with dark red full lips and an expression that always seemed right on the verge of a smile . . . a smile that seemed to suggest that she was considering some inner humorous thought. She must have worked out regularly considering her sculpted, muscular physique.

She wore, as did all the girls in the office, a kind of Hawaiian floral uniform that fit her snuggly enough that not much of her figure was left to the imagination. Her chest was large and wide . . . she probably wasn’t joking about the silicone. I’m not a good judge of women’s bra sizes, but even on a gal as tall as Nicole, her breasts seemed generous, I would guess 38 to 40 and at least a D cup. Her waist was a little thick, but her hips flared out enough and her legs were so shapely that I bet that guys ran into phone poles on occasion trying to look behind them to get a glimpse of her butt. Her rear was also larger than the uniform designer allowed for, and clung to her firm, heart shaped derriere. She was certainly quite a beautiful and sexy package.

As I looked up from Nicole’s butt, I found her looking at me. She winked, held up one finger, stuck her tongue out and continued talking softly on the phone.

“That’s right,” I overheard, “it’s the red button on the left.”

I looked around the office. We were on the eleventh floor of an older downtown office building. Although all the dental equipment was modern, including the flat screen monitor hanging in the corner, the area was probably originally designed as office space as this room had a locking door with a frosted glass window just like in the old movies where Humphrey Bogart ran his detective agency. There was a small window (sorely in need of a washing) overlooking an older, in some places, seedy area of the city. It was a popular community for GLBT’s of all types.

“. . . Okay. Uh huh. That’s great. You’re a love, Jackie.” She finished and hung up the phone.

“I’m bağcılar escort so sorry,” Nicole said as she walked back over to the dental chair. “I had to take that call to make some arrangements.”

She repositioned herself on her stool and leaned over me. “Let’s see, where were we? Oh yes, I was about to clean your molars. Now show me how wide you can open that jaw. Quite huge as I remember.”

I opened my mouth as wide as I could.

“That’s great. I bet you could swallow a Polish sausage without scratching the skin,” she joked.

As she was finishing up, Nicole put the tube in my mouth that sucks out excess saliva. She was missing some near the back of my mouth, so I closed my lips around the tube to increase the suction.

“You like sucking on that, Bob?” she joked . . . I think.

“I was just trying to get some more suction”

“I see. Let’s try something. I’m going to turn the machine off, and you see if you can suck the rest of the water out of it”

“Why?” I asked.

“To please me,” Nicole said in a matter of fact way.

I heard the pump go off and I sucked on the tube hard enough to get out a stream of water.

“That’s really good, Bob. Hang on just a sec”

She got off her little stool and walked over to the office door. I was facing away, but I heard the door snap closed, then the click of a lock. Nicole came back over to her stool, sat down, reached out and grasping my face and firmly turned it toward her.

She looked down into my eyes and in her Peggy Lee voice said, “Bobby, do you suck cock?”

“Whoa”, I thought, “Where the hell did this come from?”

“Are you serious?” I demanded. “I’m a married man. I’m not gay.”

“No, no, no”, she soothed. “I don’t mean you’re gay, and I didn’t mean now. I meant when you were young. I know how it goes with young men . . . they experiment. They go on campouts or sleepovers and start talking about sex things and pretty soon they’re playing with themselves and each other. Then someone suggests they jack off or put their mouth on each other and things progress. I’m sure you probably did something like that when you were young didn’t you, Bob? Almost all boys do.”

“Well, I guess . . . kind of,” I found myself saying.

“With who?”

“Just a neighbor kid.”

“What was his name, Bobby?”

“Jesse James Jones” popped out of my mouth unwilled.

“Really, didn’t take long to recall that name, did it?” she grinned, “And what did you and Jesse do?”

“Just kind of played with each other . . . nothing real serious”, I couldn’t believe I was saying these things. I’d never told anyone about any of this.

“Did you put your mouth on his penis?”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Did you suck on it?”

“Kind of”

“Did he ejaculate?”

“Maybe . . . I guess so.”

“In your mouth?”

“Yes”

“Did you swallow it?”

“I don’t know”

“Did you spit it out?”

“No”

“Well, than, I guess you swallowed it, didn’t you, Bobbie?”

“Yeah . . . I guess I did.” This was getting surreal.

“Did he tell you to do that; to swallow his cum?”

“Uh-huh”

“Did you like it?”

“No . . . I don’t know . . . maybe. I mean we were kids. It was exciting. I don’t think I really thought about it.”

“Did you do it again?”

“Yeah, maybe a couple more times.” I was astounded that I was saying these things . . . and to someone I hardly knew.

“How’d that happen?”

“Jesse made me”

“He made you. How’d he do that? Twist your arm? Beat you up?” She queried.

“He just made me . . . he ordered me to and he said he would tell everybody in school I was a queer if I didn’t.”

“Where’d you do that?”

“Once in the boy’s locker room at high school and two or three times at his Aunt’s house.”

Nicole got this kind of strange smile on her face and said, “So, what does that make you, Baby?”

“I don’t know, what?”

“A cum swallowing cocksucker,” She laughed hardily and punched me in the shoulder.

“No, no . . . that was it. I never did it again,” I said, trying to defend myself and trying to wipe a couple more college experiences out of my mind.

“Never . . . are you sure, Bobbie? You know what they say, ‘Once a cocksucker always a . . . ‘” she let her sentence trail off.

A minute or two passed with Nicole staring down at me from her stool with a knowing smirk. I was stunned at the way this whole conversation was going.

“You miss it, don’t you, Baby?”

“Miss what?” I questioned, knowing full well what she meant. Amazingly, I felt my dick getting harder in my pants just talking about it.

“Sucking dick, eating cum, being told what to do . . . I think you love being somebody’s pet. I think you like to please your friends.” She said as she laid her right hand on my crotch. Although I’m not very well endowed, I was sure she could feel my erection through my pants.

“It appears your dickie thinks you miss pleasing your friends too.”

This was so weird, I almost felt like güngören escort I was having a daydream or something and would wake up in a second. It was just so strange; I came here to get my teeth cleaned, like I have dozens of times before, and somehow the world went wild and I end up involved in this crazy encounter with a dental assistant turned psychologist.

“Am I your friend, Bobbie?” She asked.

“Well, sure. I guess so,” I replied with some hesitation, not sure where this was going.

“Would you please me, Baby, if I told you to . . . as a friend?” she asked with kind of a Cheshire cat smile while she squeezed my enflamed penis.

“What does that mean?” I thought. “‘Please her’ about what? What pleasing could she want?” I found that, as I thought about it, I did want to please her. I wanted her to be my friend. I liked her taking charge and hoped she’d kind of help me along with whatever she had in mind.

“Sure, I think I would try.” I said softly with a doubtful smile.

“I’ll be back in a sec,” she said as she got up and walked behind the little office partition that they stand behind when they do x-rays. I could hear fabric rustling and, once, a sound like elastic being snapped. She walked back out, and if I had expected her to be naked or something, I would have been disappointed. She looked exactly the same as when she got up to leave . . . beautiful.

She walked over to my left side and produced a padded 2″ nylon strap which was apparently attached underneath the chair’s armrest near where the wrist would lie. She wrapped it around my wrist and attached the industrial Velcro ends together.

As she walked around my right side she commented, “We use these when we administer Sodium Pentothal to our patients so they don’t hurt themselves . . . or us,” she chuckled and secured my right wrist.

“Am I going to get Sodium Pentothal?” I naively inquired.

“Oh, no, no, you’re going to get something better, much better.”

She picked up a wired remote control and said, “Hang on. We’re going to go for a little ride.” I felt my chair’s back going down. It kept humming away until the back was totally reclined and the chair was about parallel to the floor and a couple of feet above it. She set the remote back down and immediately swung her leg over my chest like she was mounting a horse and sat down hard on my chest almost knocking the wind out of me.

She wiggled around on my chest getting more comfortable, gave me a wicked smile, and asked, “Do you like surprises?”

“Sometimes,” I answered hesitantly.

“Well, this better be THE ‘sometime’, sweetie,”she pronounced, “because here comes the surprise.” and lifted the hem of her skirt to her chest.

I wasn’t very surprised. This fit in well with the psychedelic wet dream I was obviously having, because attached to her body where her female parts were supposed to be was the biggest, fattest uncircumcised cock I had ever seen. No, sorry, it wasn’t the biggest. It wasn’t really very long, but, boy was it fat. It was only about six inches in length, but it was probably three inches in diameter. It looked to be about the size of a Coca Cola can and, although firm, I had a hunch it wasn’t even fully erect. She reached down and hefted it with both hands. One hand obviously wouldn’t come close to circling it.

“Like it?” she asked.

Now, just because I sucked a few cocks years ago, I don’t think of myself as gay. I’m really not attracted to guys sexually. I’m happily married. I work out, play sports, ride dirt bikes and flirt with girls. I’m a normal, well-adjusted guy, but watching this gorgeous woman (I just couldn’t think of her as a man) play with her huge cock was the biggest sexual turn-on of my life.

“Yes, I do . . . I sure do,” I managed to mumble; still not convinced I wasn’t going to wake up any second.

“Want to suck it?” she asked.

“Yes, I do,” I can’t believe I said that. My will was not my own. I was totally absorbed in this strange encounter. “But I can’t. That’s impossible. It’s just way too big.”

“Oh, yes, you can. I know you can,” She was now stroking her cock a little and, to my amazement, it grew even larger before my eyes. She pulled the foreskin back as a large drop of pre-cum oozed out the tip and slid down the head. I was enthralled.

“I’ve been looking for you all my life,” she related, “you’re the reason I went into the dental business, it was the only way I could think of to find someone with a mouth large enough to handle my penis. I’ve never met anyone, man or woman, that could get my dick in their mouth and some of them tried very hard.”

“What makes you think I can?”

“Oh, I know you can; I’ve measured your mouth opening. It’ll be a little tight, and, maybe stretch your lips a little at first, but you can do it. I’m convinced that soon, with a little practice and training, you’ll even be able to take me down your throat.”

As she massaged her prick she was holding back the foreskin and the pre-cum had coated her cockhead and was dripping on my shirt. It was better than fulya escort the most pornographic clip I had ever seen on the internet . . . man strapped helpless in a dentist’s chair, a beautiful shemale with a huge cock sitting on his chest leaking pre coital fluids onto his body. It would have to be a 5-Star rating. At this point I was so absorbed in the scene that I was lost in my lust. I could have been hogtied on the Thanksgiving table with all my relatives sitting around and I would have been oblivious to anything but Nicole and Nicole’s amazing cock.

“Come on, sweetie, give it a try,” she pleaded as she slid her bottom up my chest so that her giant cockhead was resting on my lower lip.

It was fully erect now. Another dollop of pre-cum slid out of her cock slit and, after a second of mental deliberation, I stuck out my tongue and licked it off. It tasted smooth, creamy and wonderful. My own small cock was now hard as a rod and my libido was in overdrive. I was just kind of floating along in my own sexual subspace.

“Open wide, baby. You can do it,” Nicole instructed.

I opened my mouth as wide as I could and Nicole started pushing her prick against my lips.

It wouldn’t fit. I knew it wouldn’t fit. I was open as wide as possible and Nicole was shoving hard, but it wasn’t working. The mushroom head of her dick was just too big.

“Come on, sweetie, just a little wider” she begged. “You can do it”.

I tried to stretch even wider, but I was at my maximum. I could feel her shoving very forcefully now; my lips were being mashed against my teeth. It just wasn’t working.

Suddenly Nicole burst into tears, let out a mournful cry and sat back on my chest sobbing. Her penis softened and her whole body seemed to wilt.

“God, how I wanted that,” she cried. “I was sure it would work. I was convinced it would.” She sniffled and snorted before she went on. ” It’s the only thing I’ve really wanted since I was seventeen and heard all the guys bragging about how great it was to get ‘some head’. As I grew older and heard more stories, I wanted it more than anything else. I’ve gone my whole life without anyone able to please me in that most intimate of all ways and now I’ll never know that joy.”

I felt terrible and hated to see her cry, but could think of no solution to her problem. “Maybe you can just keep on looking and find somebody else.” I suggested even though I hated the thought of losing her.

“No” she sniffled. “I’ve been looking too long as it is. I don’t really like this job that well and in all these years you’re the only person I’ve found that even came close . . . plus I like you, you’re a very nice guy. It looked like it was going to be the perfect match for me. I’m so disappointed . . . this is the worst day of my life.”

Now I really felt bad. I was slowly coming out of my sexual trance and had an idea.

“What if you weren’t hard?” I questioned.

“What do you mean?” she sniffled.

“What if you didn’t have an erection when you put it in my mouth?”

“Then what happens when I get hard?” she questioned.

“Well, I guess that the worst that could happen would be that you’d choke me and I’d die of suffocation,” I half joked.

“You’d do that for me?” She asked me looking all doe eyed. “You’d risk your life to give me pleasure.”

I really didn’t think that there was much chance of me dying from cock choking so I replied “I’m willing to give it a try, since it means so much to you.”

“You are such a sweet guy; I’ll try to be real gentle,” she said while she scooted back up near my face.

Seeing that her dick was still semi-soft, I said, “Try it now.”

I opened wide and she grabbed her cock at the base, aimed it toward my mouth and guided it to a position between my lips. She gave one hard thrust with her pelvis and the huge head slipped past my lips and into my mouth.

“Oh God, Oh God, we’ve done it,” she cried. “Oh, I love you, baby.”

“What HAVE I done?” I thought fearfully. This thing was so huge soft that it almost totally filled my mouth and it was starting to get bigger. I was sure that her dick was probably greater in diameter than the tennis balls I used to insert in my mouth and they were always harder to get out than in, and they never grew once inside me like I could feel her prick now doing. I knew my teeth must be digging into her expanding cock, but she didn’t seem to notice. I could feel my lips stretching and hurting at the corners. “How the hell am I ever going to get this monster back out?” I wondered.

“Oh, Oh, Oh, Suck it, Baby. Suck it for Mommy”

Nicole was rocking gently back and forth causing her dick to slide an inch or two in and out of my mouth. She was moaning softly and the rhythm was escalating as her dick grew and filled every portion of my mouth and part of my throat. I was finding it more difficult to get enough oxygen.

“I just might die right here,” I thought. My hands were strapped down, she was sitting on my chest restricting my breathing and my windpipe was being cut off by a growing cock. Suddenly it dawned on me what I had to do. It went in soft; it had to come out soft. I had to quickly become the best cocksucker in the world to make her cum before I suffocated. I frantically started trying to work my tongue around in the confined space I had left in my mouth. I started using my cheek and throat muscles like I was swallowing to further stimulate her dick.

“… Do I have to be here?” Cole asked anxiously. His mother was turned away from him, busy with taking out several trays of lasagna out of the oven. “I can stay at a friend’s house or something…”

Christina, as his mother was named, sighed heavily. “It’s only for one night, Cole. I know what she’s like, but you can’t just avoid her.” After setting the last tray down on a cooling rack, she took her oven mitts off and turned to her son. “Just try to… I don’t know, keep your distance a bit?”

“She’s gonna try to close that distance real fast…” Cole scoffed, staring off into the distance. His mother went quiet, and in the corner of his eyes he could see the worrying look she had on her face.

“It’ll be fine, I promise. If she gets too grabby, I’ll tell her to stop, alright?”

Now it was Cole’s turn to sigh. “Whatever. When is she coming, anyway?”

“Oh shoot, she’ll be here any minute now!” Christina exclaimed, looking at the clock on the wall. “Help me set the table, would you?” She frantically started opening almost every cabinet in the entire kitchen and virtually threw out plates, drinking glasses and utensils onto the counter next to her. “The lasagna hasn’t even had the time to cool yet! Shit!”

Cole watched her go at it for a moment, waiting until she clumsily made her way to the table with a tray of lasagna before he calmly picked up the plates that she had set down on the counter and brought them to the table as well. He had learned that it was essential to stay out of his mother’s way when she was stressed, in part because of her somewhat irritable personality, but also due to her large body that could easily knock him over.

Christina stood at an impressive six foot two, and her weight was more than proportional. Although she would have denied it herself, she was quite a heavy woman. But she wasn’t fat by any means. Sure, there was a slight bit of chub around her midsection and arms, but that wasn’t anything unusual for a mother at her age. The main source of her weight, however, was located elsewhere.

She had a chest that other women would simultaneously envy and feel bad for, the former because of their sheer size and fullness, the latter because of the huge strain those things would put on a woman’s back. But Christina wasn’t bothered by it. She carried herself with ease, with a body and mind that had been hardened over the years of being a working single mother.

Her hips were as wide as her frame could possibly allow, and her womanly curves were beautifully filled in with thick layers of fat. Judging from their round, healthy look and general lack of sagging, there might have been a decent amount of muscle in those legs of hers too. Also, it should go without saying that her ass was absolutely titanic. All in all, her body was like that of a thick milf straight out of a hentai manga.

“Why are you so stressed?” Cole asked, as his mother almost bumped into him while running back to the kitchen. “I really don’t think she’ll care about dinner being ready or not.” He casually set the three plates down on the table, making sure to leave plenty of space between them as a preventative measure for what to expect from their guest.

Christina let out an audible grumble from the kitchen. “She’s gonna take every opportunity to make snide remarks about me. I need everything to be perfect.”

Cole rolled his eyes. His mother was usually above such pettiness, but when it came to her sister she always seemed to walk on eggshells. Not that he could really blame her. Most people, himself included, had great problems handling his aunt, and in his own case it was blatantly clear why. Though he wasn’t entirely sure about the specifics of why his usually headstrong mother had such trouble dealing with her, other than the constant teasing, but he couldn’t help thinking that it was slightly odd for his mother to let it bother her so much.

Just as she came around the corner into the living room with a bottle of water and a bowl of salad, the doorbell rang. “I’ll finish up here,” said Christina. “Get the door, will you?”

“Please don’t make me let her in…” Cole pleaded in a defeated tone, knowing that his mother would not relent, as she was busy fixing the table to perfection.

“Just do it, Cole!”

“Fucking hell…” he muttered, dragging his feet to the front door, and as if ripping off a band-aid to get it over with, he swung the door open with a quick tug.

Although it felt wrong, Cole couldn’t possibly deny that the sight in front of him was beautiful. A tall, voluptuous woman dressed in a red pencil dress, clutching an expensive looking large, black purse. She had a wide grin on her bright-red lips, and her glaring eyes were beautifully accompanied with purple eyeshadow.

“There’s my favorite nephew!” the woman beamed, almost tackling him as she came in for a tight hug.

“Hey, aunt Monica…” Cole mumbled with his face buried in his aunt’s massive cleavage. He pondered whether or not he had the strength to push her away, but he wasn’t about bahçelievler escort to risk making the ordeal any more awkward than it already was. Suddenly he could both feel and hear Monica sniffing his hair, freezing him in place, wishing that she would let him go already.

“Mm, fresh out of the shower just for me?” she purred in her trademark sensual, melodic tone, releasing her grip slightly, allowing him to look her in the eyes but with most of his face still between her tits.

“Yeah, sure. Just for you.” Despite his obvious attempt at sarcasm, he couldn’t prevent himself from blushing. His aunt may have been a bit of a creep, but she was definitely easy on the eyes.

“Are you gonna come in or what?” Christina said from the end of the hallway, finally done with setting the table. She knew that her sister would take every opportunity to cling to Cole, and as such she would do everything she could to make her stop, hopefully without having to outright tell her to.

“Aw, Chris! Is that any way of greeting your beloved sister?” After patting his head lightly, she let go of Cole to greet her sister in a clearly excited manner, although noticeably less so compared to how she had greeted him.

Cole remained at the front door, watching his mother’s and aunt’s erotic bodies collide in a hug, squishing their massive breasts together. It was a sight that would have had other men drooling, and truth be told even Cole appreciated it to an extent, despite the blood relation he had with them.

The two sisters were almost identically built, aside from the ever so slightly thinner waist on the one year younger Monica. In terms of their faces they were evenly matched beauties, with gentle, rounded features and plump lips, although Christina preferred a more natural look compared to her sister. Other than that, their most differentiating features were their hairs. Monica had straight, armpit length, almost pitch black hair, most of it hanging loose across her back and some of it over her chest. Christina’s hair was wavy and light brown, usually tied up in a wide ponytail reaching all the way down to her waist.

“I missed you, sis…” Monica murmured, with her arms still tightly locked around her older sister.

“I missed you too,” she replied with a smile on her face. Monica may have been a handful, but Christina still loved her with all her heart and always enjoyed when she came to visit. “We’ll catch up over some nice dinner, alright?”

———-

“So, Cole…” Monica said, pausing to munch on some lasagna. “I bet you’re real popular with the ladies, no? Got a girlfriend yet?”

Cole replied with an uncomfortable moment of silence. They hadn’t even been sat for five minutes yet, and his aunt was already getting on his nerves. “Uh… no. I don’t.” He tried not to hold any more eye contact than necessary as he spoke, as merely seeing Monica’s face was enough to make him uneasy.

“Aw, why not? You’re such a handsome young man!”

She was right. Cole was a handsome young man. Not overly masculine, more on the boyish side, but that type of look was getting more and more popular among girls nowadays. He had smooth, graceful facial features, a jawline that was slightly pronounced but not too big, and striking hazel eyes that could make women melt. He always made sure to shave any facial hair, and most of his body hair for that matter. Not that there was much to begin with, but he was very much against the idea of looking like a gruff, burly guy, so it was for the best.

His slender body was covered in a light layer of toned muscle, far from making him look buff, and far from even giving him any significant strength, but just enough to give him a nice, healthy shape. In essence, Cole looked like a member of a boy band, fit to be on the cover of magazines directed to young girls. And it was a look he was happy with. The only thing he didn’t like about himself was his height.

“Thanks, but… girls usually go for taller guys,” he responded dryly. He didn’t think much of his aunt’s compliment, seeing it more as playful teasing than anything else. However, a quick glance at her pouting face made it clear that she felt sorry for him, making him wish that he had just thanked her and said nothing else.

“Fuck that!” she shouted loud enough to elicit a slight muttering from her older sister, who had been enjoying the somewhat peaceful conversation she had with Monica just a minute ago. “Nothing wrong with a short guy! In fact, I prefer it!”

Cole laughed nervously, hoping that his aunt’s words were just words of consolation and not hinting at something weirder. “Thanks, aunt Monica… most girls don’t feel that way though.”

“Most girls are idiots! You’re not even that short are you?”

Cole shrugged. “Dunno, I’m like five foot six.”

“Really? That’s the ideal height, if you ask me,” Monica said, smirking and winking at Cole.

“That’s enough, Monica,” his mother interrupted. “Let’s talk about something florya escort else.”

“Ugh, fine. I was just being nice.”

Cole cast a glance towards his mother and gave her an appreciative smile, just subtle enough for Monica not to notice as she quickly moved on to the next topic, something rather mundane about her job. Christina was always the one who kept her little sister from going to far, and Cole would never dare to be in his aunt’s presence without his mother. He was almost positive that Monica didn’t actually have an interest in him, but he wasn’t eager to give her a chance to prove whether or not that was the case.

Cole loved his mother dearly. While she could sometimes be gloomy and quick to anger, she had a kind heart and always looked out for her beloved son. He was well aware of the sacrifices she had made for him, raising him from a young age and putting him before everything else. It could be hard for him to show his appreciation at times. He wasn’t the type of guy to talk a lot, or even show much emotion for that matter. But he did try to help her in every way he could, whether that be by doing chores or simply comforting her in times of stress.

His friends would sometimes talk about his mother in a quite lecherous way, and while he didn’t let it show, it bothered him greatly. They would mention her “huge tits” or “fat booty”, making childish hand gestures as if they were squeezing a pair of breasts. It hurt him to see her reduced to a mere object in his friends’ eyes, but at the same time he knew that they meant no harm and that it was just their crude way of complimenting her looks.

But Cole knew something about his mother that his friends did not. And that was the fact that she was technically speaking not his mother, but his father.

As far back as he could remember, Christina had always had a penis. For a good part of his childhood he thought everyone was like that, and of course had no idea how babies were made. He never did meet his real mother, who had apparently left as soon as Cole was born, which made it all the more understandable that he didn’t know about female genitalia.

He still wasn’t sure what his mother really was, as he had never had the guts to ask her, and Christina herself had never felt the need to talk about it. Had she been born a man? Was she suffering from some rare condition? Whatever it could have been, it didn’t matter to Cole. All that mattered was that she was a great mother, and that he loved and accepted her regardless of what she was.

“Hey, I brought something for tonight!” his aunt bubbled suddenly, having finished her uninteresting yapping that Cole hadn’t been paying attention to. She reached down to her purse on the floor and pulled out a bottle of expensive-looking red wine, before practically slamming it down on the table. Her eyes were beaming and she had a smile from ear to ear, watching her sister and nephew reading the label. “It’s a special occasion, after all!”

“… What’s the occasion?” Christina asked, a hint of annoyance in her voice.

“Cole is 18 now, duh! Bet he hasn’t had his first legal drink yet.”

Cole glanced at his mother as she covered her face with her hand, and Cole knew that they were thinking the same thing. “You need to be 21 for that, aunt Monica…”

Monica blinked. “Eh, details,” she said with a shrug, causing her big, full breasts to jiggle slightly. “So, you want some, Cole?”

“No!” his mother protested. “He’s not getting any wine!”

Monica threw her hands up to signal her defeat. “Fine, whatever! What about you, sis? You wouldn’t say no to a nice glass of red, right?”

Christina ogled the bottle in silence, as if her answer wasn’t already clear. Cole recognized this scenario all too well. He was quickly finishing up his meal, knowing that both his mother and aunt were about to get wasted, and he wanted nothing to do with it.

“Guess I could go for a dr-“

“May I be excused?” Cole interrupted with a mouth full of food. He had his hands pressed against the table, as if bracing himself to bolt out of there as quickly as possible.

“Already?” his aunt whined, disappointed. “We haven’t even had the chance to catch up yet…”

“I have… uh, homework.” No, he didn’t.

Christina couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “It’s alright, Cole. And Monica will still be here in the morning, I’m sure you’ll have the chance to talk.” She cast a loving smile at her son, who responded likewise.

It was a bit comical to her how well Cole knew just how weak she was when it came to wine, and how he so dramatically wanted to steer clear. She couldn’t blame him though. Despite saying every time that she was going to take it easy, she would always end up blacking out, although perhaps her company was more to blame rather than the actual booze.

Without another word, Cole rose from the table, bringing as many things as possible with him from the table back to the kitchen, in a final effort to help his mother clean bayrampaşa escort up a bit. The two women wasted no time initiating their night of drinking, uncorking and sharing a toast almost immediately after Cole left the room. He just shook his head. He estimated that in no more than an hour, the entire house would be shaking from their boisterous cheering and laughing, and the only way to escape it would be with a pair of headphones blasting death metal at max volume. Not that he liked that type of music, but truthfully, he was almost more willing to submit himself to just that rather than listening to his drunken mother and aunt all night.

He went back to his room, sat down in front of his computer and began casually browsing the web, looking for something to distract him from the inevitable disturbance. Whether it be by watching a TV-series, a movie, playing a game or just listening to music. As long as it was loud, anything was fine.

He settled on streaming a movie, a two-hour action flick about a group of soldiers trapped behind enemy lines in some fictional war. It wasn’t exactly his cup of tea, but it fit the criteria of what he needed at the moment. He turned his 32 inch monitor towards his bed and brought his wireless headphones with him, sitting down on the soft mattress with his back against the wall and a pillow behind his lower back before pressing play. Making sure his volume was maxed out, he relaxed and tried to block out the outside world, allowing himself drift away into the story.

After half an hour of watching, he was still trying his hardest to invest himself in the movie, but it was difficult with all the noises already coming from the living room. Perhaps the movie wasn’t action-heavy enough to drown it out, or perhaps they were just being more loud than usual. But while annoying, it wasn’t all that bad. He occasionally heard his mother bursting out in roars of laughter, which was a sound Cole enjoyed hearing very much. It was rare to hear her laugh at all, let alone at such a volume, and in these types of moments he was truly glad that Monica was a part of their lives. His mother had few friends, and often stuck to spending time alone at home, doing chores and occasionally knitting and sewing as a hobby. Monica was, as far as Cole knew, the only person that Christina ever drank with. And when drunk, the two sisters got along pretty damn well.

Another half hour passed, at which point he could hear the distinct sound of a wine glass shattering across the floor, followed by an audible “oops” from Monica. While it normally would have at the very least made Christina grumble in annoyance, this time she just laughed it off, maybe even louder than before. God, how much fun could just two people have, really?

As time went on, more and more cackling could be heard from the living room, as Cole struggled to keep up with the story. But then, about three fourths into the movie, all the noise abruptly ceased, and Cole took notice to it immediately. Had something happened? Maybe he should go check on them? Or should he instead just be happy about a bit of peace and quiet?

Well, any thought of peace and quiet quickly died out, when after only a couple of minutes of silence, his door slowly opened. Startled, Cole looked over to see his aunt standing there, looking at him with a bottle of red wine in her hand. He took off his headphones, as it seemed that she was speaking to him.

“Huh?” he said with the headphones around his neck, leaning forward to pause the movie.

“I asked if you wanna chat a bit,” Monica slurred, her voice playful and innocent, and her lips smiling warmly. Whether by accident or on purpose, her large chest was definitely spilling out of her dress more than before.

Cole eyed her for a bit, blinking a couple of times in confusion. “Uh… where’s mom?”

“Blacked out, like usual,” she sighed. “You know how she is.”

“Yeah… A hopeless drunk.”

Monica chuckled. “Yup, something like that. So, you already finished your homework, huh?”

Cole stared at his aunt’s cocky smile. Despite her obvious inebriation, those sarcastic remarks she liked to dish out seemed to be something that always stuck around. It was well within reason that he had already finished his homework, had he actually had any, so who was she to suggest otherwise?

“Yeah,” he replied coldly. “I did.” He had to be careful not to add a “bitch” to the end of the sentence.

“Hmm.” The smile on her face had somehow managed to grow even more smug, as she brought the bottle up to her lips and took a large swig, her sparkling, purple-lined eyes glued to Cole the entire time. “What are you watchin’?” On wobbly feet that had rid themselves of the high heels from before, she merrily strutted over to Cole sitting in the bed, too giddy to notice the irritation in his eyes.

“Dunno. Some mediocre action flick.”

The dark haired beauty came to stand next to the bed, watching the screen at an awkward angle. “Oh, I’ve seen this one! They all die at the end!”

Cole looked at her, unamused, but also unaffected by the spoiler. It’s not like he really cared about the plot. Although, mistaking it for a face of anger, Monica clearly took great joy in his expression, her cheeks filling up with air as she tried to hold back laughter, until they deflated with a loud “pff”-sound, followed by an obnoxious giggle.

Dressed in red

Several weeks have passed. I still live in my house – I guess my wife was so disgusted she couldn’t contemplate returning. We communicate only by email and then just to handle formal arrangements. Thankfully she has kept the reason for our split private, so to all intents and purposes I live an almost identical life to before. I work, I eat, I sleep. Except now I get filled up with cum on a daily basis.

Sometimes I visit his apartment, sometimes he visits my house. We have established a regular routine, the only difference being what garments I wear and how long it takes for him to fire his load into one of my holes. The excitement and rapture I feel at having my mouth or boy-pussy used until it is raw has not yet diminished. One day, however, as his semen is drying on my lips, I mention something that is on my mind.

“I’ve always fantasied about a threesome”, I casually say as the post-coital glow subsides, flicking my eyes towards him. He doesn’t bat an eyelid. “Really?” he replies, but doesn’t continue. “Yes really,” I say. “The thought of being used at both ends at the same time genuinely turns me on.”

“Hmmm”, is his noncommittal answer. I smile lightly then let the subject drop.

A few days later, he texts me as I sit at home. Three words: Red. One hour. I understand immediately.

I go to the drawer and take out my red ensemble. The first piece is a figure hugging bright red basque with lace bra cups and a small bow at the top. I lift it up and carefully pull it around my body, using the buttons to compress my body into the shape. The long suspender straps hang down elegantly. Next I wiggle into a delicate pair of lace red panties, with matching bow at the front, and bring them carefully to my waist. I slip the deep red stockings on, left foot then right, and attach the hanging straps to them, adjusting the length so they are at the perfect height. I finish by placing my feet into the shiny scarlet 4 inch heels and stand back and marvel at how deliciously trampy I look. I love this feeling.

He is on time. As he enters, I stand waiting for him to come towards me, ready to do his bidding. He starts as he sees my outfit – I still have the power of surprising him every time – but doesn’t move further into the room. Instead, he beckons me towards him and takes my long coat off the rack, handing it to me. I take it and put it over my clothes. We are going out.

A nervous feeling descends on me as he opens the door. I will be in full view and although the coat covers most of me, the stockings and heels will be clearly visible. I stop and cast my mind back to the times he has taken bebek escort me on the decking outside the patio doors in full view of any interested neighbours. Although I desperately try to suppress my moans when we are out there, his drilling of me and the feeling of him exploding in my mouth or ass is usually too much to bear and I end up crying out with desire. I’m pretty sure they know what is going on, so there’s probably little harm in running to the car.

We are inside quickly, him in the front, me in the back. We pull away, I don’t ask where we are heading. After 10 minutes we drive into a new residential development and draw up alongside a house. He turns off the engine and taps out a quick text. We wait for a minute or two and a man comes out of the doorway, walks to the passenger side door and climbs in. I vaguely recognize him as a friend of my lover but I have not actually met him myself. He looks back at me and smiles. I blush slightly. The two of them then strike up a conversation and I relax back into my seat and dream of what’s to come.

Another half an hour brings us to a country park, well known for its hiking trails and forest and a few minutes later we are parking in a secluded area. Only one other car is nearby. I am invited out and led down the trail. Each of them clutches a rolled up blanket. After a couple of hundred yards, we leave the trail and plod our way through the undergrowth. This is not great for my stockings or heels and I struggle to make headway. Eventually though, we reach a small clearing and stop.

He takes my coat from me, so I am standing in the thicket in just my slutty red outfit. Fortunately it is a warm day. His friend arranges one blanket on the ground and on the other he places my coat. They both then proceed to disrobe, taking off their shirts first, then their shoes, socks, pants and finally their briefs. They place the articles on top of my coat. I watch them avidly and as the final pieces of clothing are shed, I see their semi-erect cocks bounce into view. I feel like a whore and it is wonderful.

They walk over to me and gesture to me to get on to my knees. My heart is racing. It is really coming true. They position themselves either side of me so I am at the perfect level to suck their growing manhoods. I start on one, licking and sucking, while I use my hand on the other. I swap around every minute or so. It doesn’t take long for them to become fully aroused. Once they are ready, they pull back and I adopt my favorite position: on all fours. This time however as I slowly duck my head down and push my ass in the air, I’m met kurtuluş escort by the sight of a thick shaft waiting to be sucked. I gobble it ravenously. Behind me, I feel my panties being pulled aside, some lube applied to my entrance and then his friend’s cock delicately pushes in. He is gentle and careful and enters me slowly, pushing in then withdrawing half before pushing in again with equal care. When I get a chance, I spin my head round and glare. “Harder”, I shout and he gets the message. He plunges deep into my tight hole and I arch my back and let out a long moan before returning to my job of sucking the rod in front of me.

They change positions frequently. After some time, we relocate ourselves, he is underneath me, bucking up as I drive down on his cock. His friend is directly in front of me pushing his veiny stick through my lips. The feeling of being taken by two men at the same time is everything I hoped it would be. I never want it to end.

I am so lost in the moment that I don’t hear his friend calling out. I carry on voraciously sucking his pole while I am drilled from below. As I turn my head I see two men scrambling towards us. I surprise myself by calmly accepting it and carrying on with my job. Out of the corner of my eye I can see them pulling their pants down and adding the rest of their clothes to the pile. Within a few minutes my hands are busy wanking them busily to fullness, one either side of me.

By the end of the session they had both sampled by mouth and my hole. The fucking was animalistic – the strangers ploughed into me with abandon and I cherished every second. I ended up back on all fours taking three enormous loads deep into my boy-pussy, one after another while simultaneously gulping down a load fired into my mouth. It was the highlight of my life. As I pulled my boy-clit to orgasm, I rejoiced in being drenched in cum, white clumps of semen dotting my basque and panties.

When we rise to leave, my legs almost give way such was the power and intensity of my ravishing. I manage to make it back to the car and slump into the back seat as we drive home. Thankfully they have given me a blanket to sit on as the cum leaks slowly out from my hole and down my legs.

Once we arrive back outside my home, without dropping off his friend, I move as quickly as I can from the car to the door. As I fumble with the keys I look to my left and see the two strangers close the doors of their car and walk towards me. I gasp with delight as I push my front door open, leaving it ajar for the four of them to follow.

As soon as they are all in, feriköy escort they whip off their clothes. We are soon mirroring what had happened an hour before. With the patio doors open my moans drift out into the early evening air. We reach our final position with me on my back being hammered in the ass by him. The other three cluster around my mouth. As I suck and tug them towards climax, one by one they dump their hot seed into my waiting orifice. I keep all three loads there, swirling them around as I am being pounded to oblivion. As a last act, I lift myself up and he disengages from me. This allows him to slide underneath me and I straighten up into a squat and locate his hard cock again with my hand, guiding him into place before pressing down on to his spike. As I bounce up and down, I put out my hand, requesting the small glass tumbler from the coffee table. As soon as I have it I lift it to my lips and allow the pooled semen to slowly fall from my mouth into the vessel. All the while I fix him firmly with my eyes, making him increase the frequency of his thrusts. My other hand slips down to my stiff boy-clit and as he continues to pump me, I jerk myself almost instantly to a finish, holding the glass in front to capture my juice.

I make a gesture for the teaspoon that was next to the glass and it is pressed into my hand. I dip the spoon in and mix round the four loads before bringing it to my lips and sipping the white fluid into my mouth, drinking it down. He is bucking like mad now. I take several more sips then tip my head back, raise the glass up high and pour the last drops of sperm down my gullet. As it splashes down into me I hear him groan and I am flooded again with his cream, firing deep into my bowels.

As I roll off and the four of them move away towards the kitchen, I close my eyes and think of what I have become. I have been transformed into a cum-craving, cock-worshipping slut who is happiest when used as a fuck-toy. It has been, without doubt, the most overwhelming, intense and thrilling time of my life and I will treasure it forever. Yet it is clearly not sustainable. I know in the weeks and months ahead I must begin to build new foundations for the rest of my life. I must turn the inky blackness of my future first to cloudy grey, and then somehow to bright white. This particular journey is coming to an end but I have not yet reached my final destination. For that I must start out again on a new and different path. Somehow I must beat this addiction to cum. I must.

These thoughts spin in my head as his milk oozes from my hole.

But as I prop myself up on my elbows and open my eyes, luxuriating in the feel of the basque clinging to my body, the stockings encasing my legs and the garter belt straps pulling tight against my thighs and ass cheeks, and I look at the four men making tea and dressing themselves, those thoughts fade and are replaced by just one thing.

How long until I can make them hard again?

I’ve been asked to give more details as to the events of my feminization and ownership. Hopefully this fills in some blanks and questions many of you have. if you have more don’t be afraid to ask.

It was February 2000, I was 36 years old. My wife Eve, was 32, 5’8″, an interior designer working from home. We had been married for 9 years and had a 5 year old son. You could say I was a pretty average man back then although looking back I could say that I had always been a wimp. I never played any sports in high school or college. I never was very academically inclined either but did well enough to go to college and get a degree in accounting. I was working for the same firm for about 10 years and in that time I never gotten a raise and was always afraid to ask one. I had also gained weight, I was skinny though out high school and most of college but I was weighing around 210 pounds at 5’7″ being not active at all. This inactively let to Eve and I no longer in being intimate with each other for about a year.

It was a new year and I had gotten tired of being me in a sense. I thought I was going to go and change my life around. I decided to go and lose the weight I had gained and become the man I thought I should be. I went looking for a gym to go to. I decided I wanted one on my way home from work and a place that wasn’t a chain since I was and still am about helping out small businesses. It was in my search for a gym that I found my future master’s gym.

I wasn’t much of a gym guy so I was pretty nervous. It was also in a heavily black neighborhood and I was a bit nervous going in but I also felt like it would be racist if I didn’t check it out so I went in. It was a nice local gym large room, mostly weight machines and free weights, with two elliptical machines, treadmills and a bike. When I walked in the owner, Darryl, greeted me warmly; little did I know that this was the man that would change my life forever. Darryl was 26, 6’4″ very muscular and I felt a bit intimated by him but not in a frightened way. He instantly went into sales pitch mode with me showing me the gym, the locker rooms, the he equipment, asking me what my goals were. The sales pitch worked, plus the fact that it was one of the cheapest place I found and on my way home it all seemed like a great deal. Darryl said that he would become my personal trainer at no extra charge to help me reach my goals.

He set a pretty intensive schedule for me, at least I thought so at the time, of going to the gym 3-4 times a week, I was really only thinking of going for 1-2 times but he said that if I wanted to see results I had to go for it. Eve for her part didn’t really care much that I was going to be at the gym that much, our relationship was pretty chilled at the point, she was glad that she could focus on her work more during the night than worrying about making dinner. He made it seem very personal for him so that if I didn’t show up or messed up I was insulting him in a way and I didn’t want to disappoint him. I thought the work outs would be mostly with weights and build up muscle strength since I heard that muscle burns more calories, but Darryl was insistent on me doing more cardio, stretching and light weights, said I needed to lose the fat first before I could focus on getting muscular.

After about a month Darryl asked me if I would like to go out and have a beer with him. I jumped at the chance, I didn’t have many guy friends and the guys at work mostly ignored me. The chance of becoming friends with Darryl was a dream come true. I heard him talk about how much he was getting laid and how awesome his life was, it brought me back to high school when the jocks would talk the same way and I would wish I could be like them or be friends with them so I could get their scrapes. Maybe becoming friends with Darryl would give me more confidence at work and with Eve even.

The bar we went to was his choice, close to the gym, not the type of place I would’ve went into, Darryl noticed my nervousness and made a comment about me not being used to being around brothers. It the comment insulted me in a bit that he was calling out my whiteness but I felt like I had to prove it to him that I was cool so I followed his lead. It was just a normal bar and I found myself feeling silly. It was nice to get to chat and chill with Darryl. His confident personality was seen throughout the room as random friends of his came up to say hi to him. We talked about work, I found out that he owned another gym and a multifamily house. I did the math quickly and figured he was worth double or triple my net worth and he was already 10 years younger than me. Told me how he went to college because of football and actually studied and worked hard in class to get his business degree was impressive. For me my parents paid for my school and I really didn’t try too hard but graduated anyway, I saw how motivated he was and it was impressive. Told me all his conquests with women, made me jealous, besides Eve I’ve only had sex with one woman. I showed him pictures of her and he complemented me on her and joked how I even got her. It was nice to have like a guy’s night out, I never levent escort really had one before.

So that became our thing, I would work out with him about 4 nights a week and we would go out for drinks afterwards about 2 of those nights. It was fun, I was learning more about sports, I felt like an idiot with him there explaining me things that I should’ve learned when I was like 8. He also kept on telling me his sexual conquests from the week before. He would also always order the drinks for the both of us, it came naturally to me to take the backseat from him, plus he knew the bartender so it was just easier to let him do it. Darryl would also insist on paying tap. When I tried to it would always lead to him telling me that it was he treat since he was taking me out, I figured hey free beer, plus I was paying him for the training so it was like we were keeping even with each other like friends would.

It was in April that like the first warning sign of my fate happened. At the time though I thought nothing of it. We got to the bar sat in our by now regular seats. Instead of order our regular beers he orders himself a beer but says that I will have a cosmopolitan. I look at him with a confused look and he just gives me a look that basically said I’m paying for this drink so you better enjoy it. Not wanting to insult him I drank it. It was good and there was more alcohol in it than a beer. He asked me if I liked it and I said yes, he said “good because there is less calories in it than in a beer.” It made sense then to drink that instead of beer. Looking back though I can see that like even then he was testing me. The just doing cardio, him always ordering, then moving on to the cosmos. A real man would stand up to him at some point, but I was just following his lead.

The next time I went to the gym it was normal routine until it came for time for us to clean ourselves up. Darryl told me that all the other members go to their houses to shower and I was the only one using the public shower messing it up. I should use his private office shower instead so not to mess up the public ones anymore, made sense. His private bathroom was big and nice, so I would shower first and then he would shower. After about using his shower about 5 times, he comes into the shower while I was showering. He said it doesn’t make sense for us to be waiting for each other and the shower was big enough for the two of us. It was the first time I saw him naked and it made me feel so small and weak next to him, even more than usual. I saw his penis and saw that it was larger than mine soft than when I was hard and I quickly looked up at the ceiling. Darryl acted like nothing was wrong and that it was all just completely normal for two guys to shower together. He did play football in college so like I thought it was normal for him so I didn’t want to make a deal about of it appear uncool or a wimp in front of him being uncomfortable showering with him.

We continued to shower together and at first I was always nervous but the more we did it the more I became used to seeing him naked and being naked around him. I started staying in the corner of the shower trying to stay far away from him as possible. As I got used to it though I would shower more normally around him and sometimes our bodies would touch or glance each other and when that happed the first time I jumped, thankfully Darryl acted like nothing happened. If he said something I would’ve been mortified. The next time our bodies touch though it was like a bolt of electricity went through me and my penis got hard, thankfully again Darryl was a gentleman and didn’t say anything about it. By May it was normal for us to shower, sometimes us even washing each other, it was so taboo but so exciting at the same time.

After a workout while I was getting nude Darryl came over with a bottle, that had no label on it and he told me to stand still he was going to put some lotion on me because he noticed that my skin was dry. I didn’t think it was dry but I was afraid to like push back against him so I let him put the lotion on my body. He applied it to my body from the neck down. He even told me to put it on my genitals and pubic hair. My body all over started to burn but he told me not to touch it, after about 5-10 minutes he let me run into the shower, I showered off all the lotion and all my body hair came off as well. I was pissed. I yelled at him that why he did that to me and that I’m hairless and what am I going to tell people. He explain that by removing my body hair that I would sweat less and be easier to clean, all guys who are into working out are hairless. Darryl in fact was hairless except for his pubic hair. I was mad that he tricked me into it but it did made sense. I wish he just would’ve asked me but I guess if he did I would’ve made more of a fuss about it.

Everything else he acted like it was normal, we showered, and then went to the bar. Once I was clothed though my whole body felt it was like electric and could feel how hairless I was. When I got home and got into bed my sheets felt so new and different, it was sarıyer escort just fun rubbing my legs across them. When Eve got in bed with him she noticed that my arms and legs were now hairless and I told her what Darryl said, that it would be easier to clean and I would sweat less and that is all she really asked about it. After a week it felt natural to be hairless, it did seem like I would sweat less and it just felt better not to have all that hair on me, not that I was the most hairy person but it was just nice to be smooth and clean.

Things were pretty normal, going to the gym, showering together, going the bar, I was seeing results from the working out, lost about 20lbs in the 5 months since I started working out with Darryl. The next development happen when we were changing after the shower to go to the bar. While I was about to finishing drying myself off, Darryl threw a pair of plaid cotton bikini panties at me and told me how they were from a college girl he fucked from the week end before. I asked about the sex and why he kept the panties. While I was holding the panties Darryl said that I should try them on that I might like them. I baulked at the idea of wearing panties. He said that I shouldn’t be such a faggot about it and just try them. Him calling me a faggot made me feel like I had to prove myself to him so I put on the panties. My penis got hard instantly when I put them on. I felt so embarrassed but turned on at the same time, a whole new waves a feelings overwhelming me. He chuckled a bit from seeing me hard, made me feel even smaller and more embarrassed. He walked up towards me, I felt so small and weak next to him. He put his hands down my panties, funny how even then I thought of them as my panties not the girl he fucked that weekend. He put his hands down my panties and took my penis and testicles, he pushed my testicles up inside me, pushed my penis down, pulling up the panties hard. Evidence of my male sex was now hidden and I was utter humiliated, I was holding back tears a bit but I was still super turned on. He then said that was the proper way to wear panties and proceeded to get back to dressing normally. I stood there in shock uncertain what to do. He was now just pretending that nothing happened at all, that his hand just didn’t manhandled me. I was in a stupor but I did start to put on my clothes, but I was still wearing the panties.

We got dress and went to the bar. I was on edge the whole time, turned on and yet worried that everyone that saw me could tell that I was wearing panties. Darryl acted normal at the bar, usual talk of sports and girls, barely paying attention. He did asked before I left if I was liking the panties and I just looked away and muttered yes. I got in the car, drove home, got the car in the garage and sat there knowing that I couldn’t chance Eve discovering that I was wearing panties. Still in the car and me hard as ever, I open my pants pull them down and rub my penis still in its panty prison, it straining against and feeling that it was larger than it ever was. I take off my pants and the panties in the car and proceed to use the panties to jerk off while Eve was in the house waiting for me to come in. The orgasm I had was the best thing I ever had, I squirted cum on the dash of the car. I cleaned myself up with the panties, I take my boxers from my bag put them on and I throw the panties in the trunk of the car. I was so confused and felt so guilty too for doing what I just did but it was so erotic too, something I never felt before.

I was afraid to go back to the gym to face Darryl. I felt humiliated in front of him and that I was not a man. When we went through our usual workout routine. I was nervous the whole time if he was going to say anything about the panties, especially if he would say anything loud enough so the other guys would hear it. Thankfully he didn’t say anything and acted normal. I was thinking that I was going to go home to shower because I didn’t want the repeat or even talk about the panties. When it came time to shower though I went with him to his office. We showered, while we were drying off though he asked about the panties. He wanted to know where they were so he could give them back to the girl, I go them out of my gym bag while I’m still nude. I hand them to him and he sees the cum stains from me and says that I must have really liked them. I turn bright red and he said that it was cute when I blush and I felt my stomach doing flips. He goes into a bag and pulls out another pair, this time they were pink satin, he throws them at me at catch them. I feel the material through my fingers and my penis is already stirring, he staring at me intently, burning a hole into whatever sense of manliness I thought I had. I put them on the way he taught me, pushing my testicles up inside my penis under, smooth illusion of feminity in front. He smiles and tells me to turn around, I do so obediently. I’m embarrassed but the humiliation of the situation is turning me on more and more. He said let’s get dressed and we do.

We get to the bar but instead of sitting at the bar he directs maslak escort me to a circular booth. We go inside the booth and he orders for both of us. His hand goes under the table, he starts to move up and down my entrapped penis. He asks if I like being in panties I said yes. He says that it suits me. Ask if I like being turned on by them and him playing with my penis I said yes. He then says, that from now on when I go to the gym or in his presence that I had to be in panties. I just looked up at him and nodded yes. He then said that he would not supply the panties and I would have to get them. I asked him what about my wife I couldn’t let her find them and he said figure it out and I in a trance just nodded yes. He told me to go to Victoria Secrets and get a variety of styles. He then rubbed me till I cummed. I moaned a bit and I don’t think anyone at the bar noticed us but I felt like all eyes were on us and knew exactly what was going on. After I cummed he told me I could go home. I didn’t want to, I wanted to spend more time with him but because he told me to go and I felt like I had to go. I drove home got into the garage, took of my pants, saw my cum stained panties and began to rub myself again to orgasm, I’ve never cummed twice in one day let alone within less than an hour of each time.

The next day after work I drove to a mall south of me, didn’t want anyone I might know see me buying panties. I was so nervous that everyone in the mall already knew what I was there to do and that all eyes were on me. I waked into Vitoria Secrets remembering the size of the panties that master gave me. I was overwhelmed by the options so many different soft things and I got hard already in my pants. A sales girl went up to me and asked if I needed help with anything, I got flushed with embarrassment and said no thank you, that I was just looking. She went away and after that I was like I just need to buy panties and leave, I grabbed different pairs, bikinis, thongs, boy shorts mainly and went to the counter. I bought about 15 different pairs went to the counter, I’m positive that this 20yo woman knew that these panties were for me. Me all nervous perspiring while buying these taboo undergarments for myself, a man. In reality the 20yo girl probably didn’t think that they were for me and just wanted me to get out of the store to leave her alone but that is something I’ll never know but at the time it was just racking through my head the whole time.

After I got my purchases I was on such a horny high from it all that I rushed into a bathroom sat in a stall and jerked off using one of my new panties. It was the first time I’ve done an act like that in a public space. It was so erotic. The thoughts going through my head of me a married 36yo man jerking off with panties that I will be wearing was so hot to me at that moment. After I cummed the guilt flooded over me. I quickly put the used panties back in the bag and I tucked myself under and pulled up the ones I was already wearing. I threw the purchases into the trunk of my car.

When I went to the gym next I made sure to wear my panties under my clothes. When I was done with my work out Darryl asked me if I got my purchases. I went to my car to get them. We showered. When we were done and I was nude he had me give him a fashion show. Trying on all the different panties I bought. He would ask me why I bought that style of that color. It was so humiliating and demeaning to be showing him my purchases. After I we were done we went to the bar and he acted like everything was normal again. It was these games of his were he would push me and then act like nothing happened which would make my mind do flips not sure where this was heading but I was loving it all.

The next two weeks I would wear panties for Darryl at the gym. He pushed me to wear them to work too. It was so taboo but so exciting. I was always afraid and paranoid that someone could tell what I was wearing under my clothes. I was always on edge while wearing panties thinking that someone was going to call me out on them at any moment. Keeping the secret from eve was exhilarating for me. I was feeling alive and excitement like never before. It was freeing in a sense too. I was focusing on making Darryl happy and that was making me happy. Anytime I got his approval from panties to my workout routine I felt better and better, he was like a drug to me which was so crazy because I never felt like that towards anyone before.

I was loving wearing panties, they made me feel alive and excited constantly. The next big step was we were in the bar at our booth, funny how already then I was thinking of it as our booth. Anyway he says to me that I was always with him at his gym or at the bar, I should be a good friend and invite him to dinner at my house. All the blood felt like it drained from my body. It was fun having it removed but now he wants to come to my house. It was then I realized that he already knew where I lived, if he wanted to he could stop by any time and tell eve what I have been doing at the gym besides losing weight. Before I could protest or say anything he told me that he’ll see me at my house that Saturday night. He also said that I should cook him steaks for dinner and to remember that I was to always be in panties in his presence. I sat there still in a state of shock afraid of what may or may not happen at dinner. He patted me on the leg, got up and left and said that he would be at my house at 6 o’clock.

Chapter 1

“She’s smoking hot.”

“You’re a perv.” I said.

“Did you even look at her? I mean really look at her?” Jim stretched the R in really. His face had that grin which made him look like Odie on weed. “She’s a goddess. She looks like Jasmine Bleeth on a hot Babe Watch episode.”

“You’re nuts. She’s almost seven feet tall, ogre size.” I said.

“So, she’s a huge Jasmine Bleeth, even better. Them curves. It’s like, wow. Have you seen her front? Yesterday I showed her the version-control database. She, like, stood behind me and she bent each time to take a peek at the screen. The lady doesn’t know what a bra is.”

“She probably should.”

Jim lifted his hands to heaven, though I sure hope god wasn’t listening. “No she’s not, man. Those huge melons defy gravity. It’s like a sweet miracle. That woman’s a wet dream come true.”

“She’s not a woman.” I said.

“She’s more woman than any woman I ever saw.”

I picked up the phone, hoping Jim would get the message that some people actually work in here. He didn’t.

“You know when they laid off Old Chin and said a woman is coming in his stead. I figured its bye, bye good times. I mean, a group manager and a woman, she must be some tough bitch. I even started looking at my CV. But man, I tell you. We are truly blessed. I would love to work under that woman.”

“You’d be squashed.”

“Amen to that brother, at least I’ll die happy.” Jim licked the air. “Yummy.” He said.

I looked around. We were the only souls in the room. “She’s got a penis, Jim.” I said.

“So what.”

“A cock, Jim. A pecker, a Johnson, a trouser snake, a dick. She’s a hermaphrodite.”

“You’re a fucking racist.” Jim said.

“Don’t tell me it doesn’t bother you.”

Jim waved his hand in dismissal. “So she’s packing some extra equipment. Who cares? She got all the right stuff, super size at no extra charge.”

“You’re a perv.” I said. “Diana saw her yesterday by mistake, in the ladies room. She had her back turned, taking a leak like a man does. And still she could see it peeping from between her legs. The woman is hung like a horse.”

“You mean – Diana – like I’m saving myself for my husband – Diana? She’s a virgin, man. She can’t tell if a penis is big or not. On what is she gonna base her comparison?”

“Who gives a fuck anyways?” I said. “She’s the boss. The only thing I care about is whether she’s gonna stand for Chin’s promise and give me the raise at the evaluation today.”

“Today?” Jim looked confused. “She cancelled all the annual evaluation meetings.”

“Fuck. She did?”

“Sure, didn’t you get the email? She said she wanted to know us better than two weeks. Diana rescheduled everyone.”

“Strange.” I said as I scrolled through my outlook inbox. “Mine is still on. Maybe I’m not on her list or something.” I picked up the phone. “Hi, Diana, it’s Ian. I heard you rescheduled everyone’s evaluation meetings with the new boss. You forgot me.”

“No I didn’t. She specifically said she wants to see you.”

“What for?” I said. “Is it still going to be an evaluation meeting?”

“I have no idea. And please be on time, she got a perk about being late.”

“I will. Thanks.”

“Oh you brown nosing, son of a bitch.” Jim smirked. “The boss’ pet.”

“I swear the first time I talked to her was yesterday morning when we bumped into each other on the elevator.”

“What did she say?”

“Ah well, good morning.”

“That’s it?”

“Yep, she smiled and she actually seemed like a very nice person.”

“I bet ya she’s a wild cat in bed.”

“You’re a fucking hopeless pervert.”

**

Three minutes before the meeting my phone rang. Remembering Diana’s warning about the new boss’ meticulous nature I hesitated before answering.

“Hello, Ian, It’s Jasmine.”

My new boss. I cursed silently. “Oh. Hi. I was just on my way to your office.”

“Great, I’m really looking forward to see you. I just wanted to ask you to bring your laptop so you can show me the Multiring-MK5 project. Oh, and be a dear and bring with you a cup of cherry herbal tea. I think I saw some in the kitchen.”

What the fuck? I have a degree in computer science. I’m not her fucking secretary. “Sugar?” I asked.

“One, flat.”

“Ok.”

**

I was fuming when I reached her office. Was that her way of showing me who’s the boss? Cool down. I told myself. She’s new and she’s different and probably insecure. Let her play her silly mind games. Once she knows me, she’ll see I’m open-minded. I don’t give a rats’ ass if my boss is a woman or gay or a hermaphrodite or a fucking turtle with wings as long as he’s/she’s a professional.

Diana put on a smug smile when she saw me with the cup. We actually dated a couple of times until I found out about her “no sex till marriage” policy. After that we weren’t on the best of terms. Not that she said anything but I always felt like she was keeping a grudge.

“She’s on the phone. Wait yenibosna escort here.”

“Ok.” I pulled out my laptop pretending to be busy though I was too anxious to do any real work.

“Still on the phone?” I asked after fifteen minutes.

“Yep.” Diana smiled.

“Maybe I should go and you’ll call me when she’s done?”

“No, she wouldn’t like that. Stay.”

I waited for another fifteen minutes. “Maybe she forgot?”

“She didn’t, believe me.”

“Ok, that’s ridiculous.” I rose up. “I’ll go back to my cubicle, I have tons of work that needs doing. Call me when she’s done, I’ll be here in three seconds.”

At that moment the door opened and my new boss came out. “Hi, Ian.” She smiled. “I’m really sorry I’ve kept you waiting. Just one of those calls, you know.”

What the fuck? Another mind game meant to assert supremacy?

“That’s ok, but your tea is cold.”

She gave me a warm smile. “Never mind that.”

So it was nothing about being thirsty and everything about making me feel small.

“If you don’t mind we’ll make this meeting in the balcony. I need some fresh air.” She smiled again. It was a good smile. It put me a little at ease.

“Cool, that’s great.”

She actually had to bend in order to get through the door. I wondered why someone so tall would need high heels. Probably to emphasize just how great her legs looked in her skirt. She wore a dark navy colored suit that smelled of professionalism but I had to admit she was a looker. Not Jasmine Bleeth, but she came close. She was slim in the right places and she had what it takes to make a man smile in all the other places. If someday someone manages to invent a shrinking machine and take something like 20 percent off her, she could easily become a successful model. Not my type though. I’m five-feet-ten and I’m pretty slim. Years of working out in the gym have made me fit but never had the desired effect of building me some big shoulder muscles. At twenty-nine I still look like I’m seventeen. So I date petite woman. I like the feeling of, well, being the big strong man.

**

“Wow, I’ve been with the company for two weeks but I’m still amazed every time when I get out here.” She was leaning over the balcony. Her position and the tight skirt left little to imagination concerning her pear-shaped ass. At some point, she unclasped her shiny raven black hair, letting it free in the soft wind. I had to agree with Jim. She was a goddess.

“Yep, that’s the office’s best feature. We’re the only floor in the building with a balcony. We’ve got an open view all the way to the river. I would be taking my lunch here everyday if the smokers didn’t claim this place.”

She locked the balcony door to the office. “So we won’t be disturbed.” She smiled. “I hate smokers too. I think I’m going to rule this place as a non-smoking zone. I’ll pass a memo today.”

“You’ll have mutiny.” I laughed. “Or at least it won’t make you very popular.”

“I think I will anyway.” She said. “I’m used to being unpopular.”

I bet you are. I sat down on one of the couches, figuring she’ll take the opposite sit. To my surprise she chose to put her shapely behind beside me. It only emphasized just how much taller than me she was. Each time she moved, her smell came to my nostrils. She put on something feminine, faint, but it had a nice presence.

“So this is going to be an evaluation?” I edged a little away from her. Pretending I wanted to rest my arm on the armrest.

“Yes and no. Last week I’ve managed to sit down with almost all the rest of the team leaders. An introduction conversation sort of thing.”

“Oh, I was on the east coast. Deployment week at ECI.”

“I know. Wow, it sure is hot in here.” She took off her jacket. Underneath she had a white blouse with a low neckline. She opened the top button, took a company brochure from the table and used it as a makeshift fan. I simply couldn’t resist and sneaked a peek at her cleavage. She didn’t wear a bra. Her boobs, or the parts visible, were indeed a wet dream. Like a huge pair of melons. They looked firm and didn’t sag an inch. Gravitational miracles, just like Jim claimed. She had a purple rose tattooed between the fellow mounds. I was mesmerized and forgot I shouldn’t linger. I raised my eyes in alarm and, holy crap, she caught me. She was looking down on me with a smile. Fuck! What an idiot, there goes my raise. I blushed like a teenager.

“So, Ian. I heard good things about you,” she said. “The client is very pleased with the Multiring-MK5 project.”

“He should.” I breathed out, thinking I was on safe ground again. “No false modesty. Three years ago I took a bad team and a project that was stuck way behind schedule. Not only had we managed to catch up with the Gantt. We also included an algorithm in the mathematical engine that improves performance by 60 percent. And I didn’t skimp on quality. We used agile XP methodology, almost 100 percent unit test coverage, full kayaşehir escort UML documentation. You can check it out. None of the other projects in this firm can boast anything close to that.”

“Yes, well, very impressive.” She said though I could clearly see she didn’t have a clue if it was. “We actually gave your project documentation as an example for a prospective client last week as a high-quality project sample.”

“Great, so you know I’m not just bragging. If you don’t mind, this raises an issue which I would like to discuss.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, Chin, before he left, promised I’d get a 20 percent raise by July. Well, if I could save the project schedule. Which I did. Big time.”

“Do you have that on paper?”

“It was a verbal agreement. Maybe we can contact Chin?”

“No need for that.” She smiled that warm smile again. “I believe you. But there is a problem.”

Oh-oh, there goes my raise, I knew I shouldn’t have peeked at her bobs. “A problem?”

“The client is suffering like everyone due to the recession. He’s having difficulties in Europe and the firm decided last week that a software project is too much of a luxury.”

“They’re shutting us down?” My voice was trembling. “All the work we have done, they’re crazy. What a waste.”

“No they’ll take what we’ve done so far and sell it as it is. They’ll simply cancel stages three and four of the project. They’ll keep just one programmer for maintenance.”

“Wow.” I said. “What about my team?”

“We’ll try to find other projects you might be assigned to, though most of you will have to go home. It’s tough times for our company too, Ian.”

“Wait, what do you mean by most of us? I’ll be the maintenance guy, right? That’s my project, my baby. I know every line of code there.”

She let down the brochure. “Nope, Alison will do maintenance.”

“Alison? I mean she’s smart and a good programmer. But she’s fresh from the university, she doesn’t have the experience.”

“She also costs half as much as you do. We would have preferred you, but the client simply won’t pay that much.”

“Ow.” I said. I knew the meaning of a being sacked during recession. Been there last time, bought the fucking T-shirt. I’ll do anything to avoid that again. “Wow. That sucks.” I said. “Any chance for me to settle into any of the other projects?”

She sighed “As a project manager, none. As a regular programmer, slim.”

“We’re talking regular programmer salary, right?” I asked.

“I’m afraid so.” She said. “We’re gonna make some major cuts by the end of this month. Everyone will be holding onto their assets. That’s not a good time for project relocation.”

“I’ll take whatever you have.” I hung my head and rested it on my palms. “Shit, and here I was talking about a raise a moment ago. Wow.”

She put a comforting arm around my shoulder. Somehow it felt alright. “Are you OK?” There was real concern in her voice. When she leaned forward I felt her breast brush my shoulder.

“Yeh. Sure. I’m a big boy. I’ll go tell the guys now if you don’t mind. The sooner they know the better.” I tried to get up but she didn’t let go. That woman was far stronger than I.

“Hold on a minute, we’re not done yet.” She said.

Ok lady, I appreciate your concern, but that’s weird. Let go. I turned my head and there she was looking down on me with huge green eyes, full of sympathy. Her face was far too close to mine. She touched my temple with her free hand’s fingertips, then she moved her fingers slowly across my cheek. Once. Twice. I pulled back. Hoping she wouldn’t be offended. “Sorry?” I said.

“There is an option you might consider.” Nothing in her voice hinted she was offended or that she considered what had just happened and my response as being odd. “I need a programmer for my personal staff. His job will be to take care of office utilities, for myself, the CFO and our mutual staff.”

“What kind of a job is that?”

“Installing new programs, running our batch jobs, writing small programs for database queries, manage new and damaged equipment. We let the IT do it today but there is tons of work and they are always too busy or pretend to be.”

“Sounds like an IT kind of job. I’m way over qualified for that.” Why wasn’t she taking her arm off my shoulder?

“I know. You’ll only need to do it part time. I do have some extra budget for R&D and I mean real research, not Google browsing.”

“Ok.”

“We’re always researching to improve our infrastructure algorithms.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad:”

“That’s a mathematician job, so you get to keep your salary and you’ll have your own office, instead of a cubicle.”

The terrible feeling in my stomach dissolved. “Sounds brilliant.”

“You’ll take Nasrin’s office, the one next to mine. She’ll be moving to the east coast branch.”

“Oh, I’d rather stay on the same floor with the development teams. Even if it means a cubicle instead bomonti escort of an office.”

“That’s not an option, really.” Her voice became stern.

“Oh.” I said. Lady, take your hand off.

“Of course you are not the only one we’re considering for this job. It all depends on your willingness to perform some special tasks and your aptitude.”

“What special tasks?”

“It’s complicated. But I’m certain you’re up to it.” She rubbed my shoulder and smiled again. “The job includes lots of details which I don’t have the time to go through right now.” She looked at her watch. “I have a board meeting in ten minutes.”

I rose up from the couch. I think she tried to grab me and then reconsidered. Maybe I was imagining things. “Ok, so when will be a good time?”

“As soon as possible. After the meeting I’m off to see a client and won’t be coming back to the office.”

“So, tomorrow morning?”

She looked at her palm pilot and typed a little. “I’d rather we do it today. Can you come by my house, say like nine o’clock?”

Things started to look too weird for my taste. Her place? Was she trying to seduce me? What would a seven-foot tall hermaphrodite want with me, anyway? This doesn’t make any sense. On the other hand her behavior, the way she put her hand on me. Any girl that would touch me like that, I’d say she wants me. But she wasn’t a girl, was she? Maybe she was just overly friendly and I was misinterpreting things? Maybe that’s just how all of her kind behave.

“Won’t you prefer the office tomorrow? I mean, nine p.m.? Would that be convenient for you?” I said.

She laughed. “Sure, I do it all the time, I’m a workaholic.”

“But in your own house?”

“There’s a nice quiet place on my street called Marsha’s. We can sit there and also grab something to bite.”

Ok, that sounded less suspicious. She wouldn’t do anything in public. “Fine by me.”

“Great, I’m looking forward to seeing you. Be there on time. You know, this can be an excellent opportunity for you if you play your cards right.”

Chapter 2

I was more at ease that night when I stood by her door, a penthouse in one of the richest parts of town. I had to cancel a date with Sue, my girlfriend. We quarreled because of it so I’ve told her everything that happened in the office, leaving out the embarrassing details. I Googled all through the afternoon searching data about hermaphrodites. There wasn’t much. Thirty six years ago an introduction of a new drug called Venatritol was supposed to herald a new era of safe pregnancy. It was supposed to be a wonder drug that would solve blood pressure, urine protein and pregnancy toxemia. It actually did. However when the first babies were born with both male and female genitalia it was already too late. Almost ten thousand Venatritol hermaphrodites were conceived. They all had two complete sets of reproductive organs. They all looked feminine and were very tall and strong. They formed a race of their own. Wikipedia stated they were a tight group that kept mostly to themselves. They weren’t attracted to either males or females and usually chose to take mates amongst themselves. One in three kids born to hermaphrodite couple would be a hermaphrodite himself. The other two would be regular female girls, albeit much taller and stronger than the average girl. It made my mind at ease because apparently Jasmine wasn’t attracted to me. She just reacted to my obvious distress when I heard the bad news.

I rang the bell.

The door opened but no one stood on the doorstep. Creepy. “Come in.” Said a voice from the intercom. It was one of those automatic doors that opened with a remote. I entered one of the yuppiest apartments I’ve ever seen. Jasmine must be a slave to interior decorators. She had an original Susan Rothenberg on the wall.

“I’ll be right with you, I’m just drying my hair.” She said from somewhere beyond the living room. “Take anything you like from the bar. There’s beer in the refrigerator if you don’t find anything you like.”

Of course she had a bar. She was right though, I’m a beer kind of guy. I sat there on one of the black couches that must have cost something around two of my salaries. I had a beer in my hand and a warm feeling in my gut. So that’s how rich people lived. I wouldn’t mind a slice of that cake.

“Anything you like?”

I turned around and the warm feeling went out of the window along with my feeling of ease. “S… Sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t dressed yet.” I quickly lowered my eyes to the green carpet. She wore a blue satin baby doll nightgown and panties. With her long shapely legs and tremendous jugs she looked like a commercial for Jessica Rabbit. I felt her sit beside me on the couch. “Hi Ian, glad you made it on time.”

I raised my head, if she didn’t care, why should I care? She wore that same warm smile she had in the office. There was excitement in her eyes, expectation. Her lovely chest rose slowly, the dark nipples were clearly visible through the gown’s thin material.

“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” My voice came out strange through my dry throat.

“What for?”

“You wanted to have dinner, no? Marsha’s or something like that.”

“Oh, I’ve already eaten.”

“Oh.”

“Though, I wouldn’t mind having dessert.” She slowly tasted her upper lip with her tongue.

Freshly showered, with my make up re-done and wearing his favorite lingerie I sat beside him on the couch, as we sort of watched the tube. My mind wasn’t really on it as he’d kiss me from time to time and I’d lose track of what was going on, sometimes discovering that another show had started and I’d missed the end of the last one.

Between kisses we talked. He commented on how much I seemed to really enjoy exhibitionism. I knew I did inside but was still locked into the idea of being more a closet transvestite and just doing it to please him, so I denied it. That led to him challenging me to prove my point.

He ordered Chinese food and dared me to answer the door like I was. It really wouldn’t prove anything I said as I would do it, but just to please him. Fine he replied but to prove his point I’d have to open the door wide, stand right at the threshold and slowly count the money out without becoming excited or preening for the delivery person.

When the doorbell rang I had no trouble getting to the door. Opening it took a bit more. My pulse started to race, my mouth got dry and I was breathing in short gasps. As I opened it I peeked around it at first and felt my knees getting weak.

I’m not sure what the difference was between standing in the doorway and exposing myself to a single man and posing much more exposed to a small crowd in the adult store. I’d been aroused and excited enough in the store but this seemed so much more intimate.

I’d have proven my point if I’d stayed hidden behind the door, (though that really didn’t occur to me till much later). He’d set the goals and I’d told him I would abide by them, so taking a deep breath and closing my eyes for a few seconds first, I opened the door wide and stepped forward.

A young oriental man stood there with a surprised smile on his face. As he told me the food had arrived and how much it was his eyes moved up and down my body. I started to tremble and my knees threatened to give out so I put one hand on the door frame to steady myself.

I could literally feel his eyes ravishing me and sending tingling sensation coursing thru me. I felt my nipples crinkle tighter and stand out further! I felt my cock twitch between my legs and the coolness of a spreading wet spot starting. I was wobbly in the bağcılar escort heels as I turned to reach for the money on the table beside the door.

I slowly counted the money into his hand, after setting the paper bag inside the door. His eyes still roved over my legs and butt as I did. I stood there wanting to feel his hands do what his eyes were doing. Wanting to feel his arms around me, his lips on mine.

Paid he smiled again and turned to leave, swivelling his head to keep his eyes on me as he walked to his car. I stood there till he got in and exploded when I heard his car door close. Only then did I look around to see if any of James’ neighbors had been looking as well.

I was blushing and embarrassed from my lack of control as he chuckled at my soaked panties. I slammed the bag down on the counter and rushed down the hall to clean myself and change panties. He’d proven his point. I tried to argue against it but inside I knew he had.

To further prove his point about how much I enjoyed exhibitionism he challenged me to ride beside him to pick up the developed films he’d dropped off when we got the first prints; in an outfit he’d specially select. I’d already conceded the point mentally but still weakly disputed it verbally.

Five inch hot pink stiletto pumps with glittering silver heels and hot pink fishnet stockings to start. Hot pink with vivid white lace trim garter belt, matching panties and a very sheer hot pink babydoll nitie top completed the ensemble. I had to redo my make up and nails to match and to finish things off a hot pink wig. I felt like I’d glow in the dark!

I didn’t need to worry about that much as every chance he got the dome light was lit to make sure those in the vehicles beside us noticed me. Blushingly I conceded how I loved the incredible thrill I got from exhibitionism and how excited and aroused it left me. He laughed as he smiled widely and nodded.

The developer was delighted when I walked in first. His wide smile, twinkling eyes and growing bulge told me he liked what he saw. My friend asked about the re-prints of the twenty he wanted and was assured that it would only take a couple of minutes if we wanted to wait.

While we waited he opened the rest and spread güngören escort them across the counter. Looking at them I couldn’t believe what I’d done. Somehow I’d gone from being too afraid to step outside my apartment fully dressed just last night to posing in just heels, while on all fours, in the middle of an adult store filled with customers.

It had to be a dream and I’d wake up soon and discover it was. I couldn’t have changed that much in a single day, could I? It was like he was reading my mind again, if he’d ever stopped. A loud SLAP filled the air of the quiet back room, making me jump as his hand connected to my right cheek.

“It’s you! It’s real! And you’ve loved every minute of it, haven’t you?”

I blushed deeply and nodded as I rubbed my hand over the spot he’d spanked. The developer poked his head around the corner and smiled then went back to making the fresh prints.

“All you ever needed was the confidence to do what you really wanted to! I just gave you a slight push in the right direction. From now on you can be the gurl you always wanted to be.

Free to walk out your door fully dressed or wearing nothing but lingerie. Free to enjoy your sexuality and exhibitionist nature. Free to be who you were meant and want to be.”

This whole weekend felt so surreal and dreamlike I wasn’t fully convinced about that, but his words did sink home. At least I felt confident when I was with him. Would I if he wasn’t there? I doubted it. At the same time I wondered why I felt so safe when I was with him.

While I was busy musing about it he had spread out more of the second set across the counter and waved me forward to look at them. I felt myself blushing deeply at the brazenness of quite a few. I did remember posing for them but somehow they looked so much more explicit and naughty then I remembered.

Overloaded with arousal and the sheer joy of my exhibitionism I hadn’t stopped to consider how these frozen moments of time would actually look. I’d just been doing what he told me to and loving every second of it.

Now that I saw them I wondered just how much of a wanton slut I was. I’d never have done any of this by myself! I simply couldn’t have; yet I had under his guidance. How fulya escort had he taken control of me so completely, so easily, so quickly?

Awash in the remembered excitement I barely noticed as he slid his arms around me, held me and he kissed my neck then slipped the nitie off me. I melted against him as his arms held me again and gasped loudly when his fingers pinched my throbbing nipples.

My hands fumbled over the front of his pants to free his cock, stroke it before I turned and slid to my knees to swallow him as deeply as possible. Passionately, lovingly I sucked his cock, not caring where we were or anything else. None of that mattered right now.

Nothing mattered but the exquisite feeling of his hard cock between my lips, of knowing that I was pleasing him in whatever way I could. Then nothing mattered but making sure I swallowed every drop that gushed from him, not wasting a single one.

When he pulled his softening cock from my lips there was another waiting and I didn’t stop to consider where it came from, just hungrily sucked it as well. So different yet so similar. Slightly smaller but just as hard and cum filled, even more so I discovered as it spurted and overfilled my mouth, running down my chin and dripping unto my chest.

“Now you my dear. Stroke yourself and show us how much you enjoyed getting here dressed like that; how much you enjoyed sucking us and swallowing our cum!”

As I leaned back to slide my panties down I realised for the first time that they were already around my knees. When had that happened? Eyes closed and in a dreamy state I stroked myself slowly, feeling the wetness of my precum covering more than the head. My body trembled and shuddered as I did my best to prolong it. Still it was merely seconds before my spurts splashed across my thighs, my belly and the floor.

I kept my eyes closed and savored the moment as I caught my breath. When I opened them the two of them were smiling down at me. Somehow it felt right to be lying at their feet, both of them fully dressed and me, quite literally, in a state of feminine nakedness. I never wanted that moment to end.

Still life goes on. The developer pointed out the washroom so I could clean myself up and even if it didn’t matter much I picked up my things to put on when I did.

When I came out the developer had gone back to reprint a second set of the shots from the adult store for my, … my,… my Master. Yes my Master, the man who controlled my actions, the man I would do anything for, the man I wanted to please in any way possible. My Master and the man I loved with all my heart.