Chapter Eleven – An Offer You Can’t Refuse!

Michele remained on her knees and waited for Chief Writer Rod Latham to come over to the bunk to see what he wanted of her.

It turned out he wanted a quick fellatio session, which she provided.

After the three sailors had satisfied their urges with Michele it was time to talk business.

“So as you can see compartment Six Quebec Delta Alpha has been put to uses other than for those intended when the ship was built,” Rod Latham began.

“We use it for our own little business on board. We have an illegal open bar four nights a week, gambling twice a week, and when Polly and Doris drafted on board and we found out about the Barrack Room Betty stuff, so we started a porno movie and tranny prossie night once a week.”

“And Polly and Doris are ok with this?” Michele asked, puffing on a cigarette.

“Well they can’t really complain can they? We blackmailed them but we are fair; they get half of what we charge the sailors to fuck them,” Knocker grinned.

“And you’re getting the same deal. You work down here in Six Quebec Delta Alpha one night a week and you get paid half of what you make,” Rod explained.

“So basically you want me to work as a transvestite prostitute with two other transvestite prostitutes and you three take half what we earn?” Michele replied.

The three men just smiled and nodded.

“And of course if I refuse; you make my life hell and expose me as a closet crossdresser on a ship with over three thousand ship’s company, a lot of whom have no compunction about putting their cock into a man dressed as a woman?” Michele said.

“You got it girly,” Knocker grinned.

“Ok; you will have my answer before we get back to Pompey,” Michele replied.

“Now if you don’t mind I need to change back and report to the section base.”

“No need to report, that’s all taken care of,” Rod smiled at her.

“Well in any case, I need to get changed and get to scran,” Michele replied.

“No rush Michele. Been as you’re still dressed how about a quick fuck before you go?” Spike smirked.

“And how much are you charging the punters to fuck Polly and Doris?” Michele asked.

“Ten pounds for a fuck and five for a headjob,” he replied.

“Well you’ll need a tenner then won’t you Jason?” referring to Spike by his proper name.

“You lads just had your last freebie; now fuck off and let a lady get changed in peace!”

Rod and Knocker laughed and Spike flushed with anger.

“Come on lads, we’ve got to up spirits to open the bar tonight. Leave Michele alone,” Rod ordered.

Michele shucked out of her female attire as soon as they left and stood at the small sink removing her makeup, the cogs in her brain ticking over as a plan germinated. She smirked at herself in the mirror and then changed back into her uniform and once more became Able Seaman Nyland.

The next day Michael Nyland met with ABs Dave ‘Doc’ Holiday and Brian ‘Polly’ Perkins in the starboard after ladder bay at stand easy. They sipped kai, sailors slang for hot chocolate, and smoked cigarettes. It was a dismal day with rough seas and pouring rain so they had the space to themselves.

“So the queen of the barracks calls a meeting of her discarded proteges,” Doc said sarcastically.

“Ok ladies; I know I’ve been doing things my own way for a while but right now we are all in the same situation,” Michele began.

“Rod Latham, Knocker White and Spike Jones think they have us over a barrel. I know you girls have been whoring for them and they think they can blackmail me into the same game.”

“What choice do we have? Those cunts know about us being Barrack Room Bettys at HMS Chelmsford! They can ruin our careers!” Doc screeched.

“Ok, chill girls. I have a plan that might just see us on easy street,” Michael said soothingly.

“Just listen me out; but this only works if we are united”

Michael went on to explain his plan in great detail and Doc and Polly listened intently as the plan was unveiled.

That evening CPO Rod Latham, PO Knocker White and AB ‘Spike’ Jason Jones entered Six Quebec Delta Alpha compartment to find Michele, Doris and Polly dressed resplendently and sitting at the small table smoking and drinking from cans of Newcastle Brown Ale.

“What the fuck do you lot think you’re doing!” Knocker stormed over the coaming banging his knee, which elicited a giggle from the trio of transvestites.

“You cunts shouldn’t be here! Tonight’s gambling night!” Spike whined and aggressively strode across the compartment.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” Rod put a steadying hand out to his two partners in crime.

“Something tells me that Michele has a proposal. She’s too fucking smart for her own boots but I suggest we listen anyway.”

Michele smiled and waved the three over to sit. Rod sat at the table and Knocker and Spike on the bunk.

“Ok. I’ve considered your offer with some profundity. That means I though hard about it Spike,” Michele couldn’t help but esenyurt escort bait her old boyfriend.

“And here’s the problem. You lads are thinking way too modest and your business plan sucks. You are running an illegal open bar four nights a week, a gambling night twice a week, and a porno movie and tranny prossie night once a week.”

“The whole corporate model sucks.”

“What the fuck would you know you’re just a stupid AB Writer transvestite!” Knocker spat.

“No! I’m an intelligent AB Writer who has transvestite peccadilloes and if you shut the fuck up I’ll make you rich,” Michele replied.

“Shut the fuck up Knocker, let’s hear what she’s got to say,” Rod interjected.

Michele raised her eyebrows at Polly and nodded to the fridge and Polly got everyone a can of beer.

“Here is my proposal. We run an open bar with gambling tables every night of the week and there will be four sexy transvestite hostesses on hand to encourage the punters to spend big and they are also available for sex at a price,” Michele espoused.

“But…” Spike was about to interject but Rod raised a hand to shut him down.

“Yeah; I know, this place is a shithole! We need to get it spruced up. Painted, fitted out and made fit for purpose. We put in a proper bar, proper tables and chairs, and for us girls a workroom where we can take the punters for sex,” Michele went on.

“I’m sure you lads have influence with the departmental regulators so we can get materials and a workforce to make it happen during the pre-deployment preparation period. We can offer cash or favours to make sure it gets done,” Michele took a sip of her drink and lit a cigarette.

“What else Michele? That’s not all is it?” Rod asked.

“No it’s not. I want you to arrange a draft for AB Steward Ray Maine from HMS Blake to the Ark; she’s the forth hostess.”

“I want the four of us to be removed from the watch and station bill. We will be effectively posted to the Ark but will not have a part of ship or any duty stations so we can manage this place full time on your behalf.”

“And finally I want the compartment below, Seven Quebec Delta Alpha turned into a four berth mess for your Bettys. I’ve checked the ship’s drawings and it’s just a void. All it needs is air conditioning, fresh water and fitting out with bunks and a shower and a head.”

“That’s bollocks! Even Chief’s don’t get a four berth!” Knocker growled.

“Gentlemen. What I’m offering is a business proposal. We have a seven month deployment to the Mediterranean, Asia and Australia coming up with shit loads of sea time between ports and two thousand plus bored sailors and officers with pockets bulging with cash.”

In the 1970s officers and rating were still paid in cash every Thursday fortnight, even at sea. The Pusser operated a savings bank on board but most sailors simply threw their pay packets into their lockers so they had ready cash for the next port of call.

“We only allow selected members of the ship’s company to use the facility; those we can trust to keep it an absolute secret. But we will make a shitload of money,” Michele finished her proposal.

The three men were gobsmacked by the magnitude of Michele’s proposal but Michele could see the wheels turning in their heads. Michele knew that CPO Rod Latham was the brains of their tinpot venture and that he would see the merit in her proposal.

He spoke first.

“And the alternative?”

“Polly, Doris and I won’t work for you. We know you will out us so we’ll have to pull tricks in messdecks and other spaces around the ship where we won’t get caught. It will be very unpleasant but if don’t do that the bullies will get to us,” Michele replied.

“Your business will suffer and life for us will be shit,” she finished.

“And the big question. How much do we pay you girls?” Knocker interjected.

“We take any costs setting up the business out of the projected profits up front and then we split everything evenly. Rod and I are Writers so we can run the books so everything is transparent to all of us,” Michele replied.

“We all make a lot of money and we all have fun; it doesn’t get any better than that.”

“It’s just like that Godfather dit we saw last week lads; I’m making you an offer you can’t refuse,” Michele grinned.

The three men deliberated amongst themselves while Michele, Doris and Polly chatted and discussed the finer details. Then they discussed the proposal together late into the night. At around midnight and quite a few drinks later a consensus was reached.

The three transvestites and the three sailors clinked their cans together in a toast.

“To ‘Barrack Room Betty’s’, the only floating gentleman’s club in the Royal Navy,” Rod laughed.

“And as been as this is the last time we will be in this shithole before it’s refitted; and, countermanding my previous directive, you lads get one last freebie,” Michele declared.

Jason lunged for Michele but was intercepted by CPO Rod Latham.

“Rank bağcılar escort has its privileges Able Seaman Jones,” Rod interjected.

Spike looked very perturbed at not being able to engage with his former lover and Michele shrugged her shoulders and gave him a wan smile as Rod lifted her out of her seat and then planted her in his lap.

Michele had none of her female attire on board and so she was dressed in the Wren’s uniform, albeit with the skirt shortened and against any navy uniform regulations; high heels, stockings, suspenders and satin panties.

She lowered her face to Rod’s and kissed him passionately as she straddled him and his hand slid under her skirt and stroked her thighs. Polly had reluctantly joined Knocker on the bunk but soon forgot her misgivings as they kissed and caressed each other.

Spike, thwarted in his attempt to engage with Michele canoodled with Doris, his hands exploring her thighs under the silver lame miniskirt she was wearing.

Michele fumbled around until she was able to free Rod’s engorged member from his trousers, the girls were pre-lubricated in anticipation of this event and when Rod pulled her panties aside, Michele lowered herself onto Rod’s rampant member. She clenched her anus around his turgid phallus and rode up and down on him, her heels planted on the deck.

Knocker had Polly on her back on the bunk and had deftly removed her black velvet hotpants and tore open her sheer tights and was humping away at her. Polly wrapped her legs around his torso and her arms around his shoulders and was meeting his thrusts as they kissed and caressed.

Doris was on her knees fellating Spike who sat in the chair jealously watching Michele and Rod fuck.

Rod gripped Michele’s waist and pulled her down hard onto his orgasming cock and he spent himself deep inside her; Michele reciprocated by grinding her buttocks against him and ejaculated into her panties as they kissed each other passionately.

Knocker and Polly thrashed and writhed on the bunk, he had turned her over and was fucking Polly doggy style while she grunted and pushed back against him. He held her still and emptied himself into her bowels as she orgasmed, saturating the gusset of her tights.

Spike held Doris’ head and face-fucked her, ejaculating into her mouth and at first she choked and then swallowed his issue.

The sex was over quickly and they were all sated with the exception of Doris who felt used and defiled by Spike; he had shown her little affection and used her mouth as a come dump.

The girls and guys adjusted their clothing and then had more beers and rum as they discussed the finer details of their plan until the early hours. It was a Sunday sea routine and except for the watchkeepers it was effectively a day off.

HMS Ark Royal berthed at Portsmouth on Monday morning for a week’s pre-deployment preps and they all got busy not only with their shipboard duties but with their preps to convert Six Quebec Delta Alpha into ‘Barrack Room Betty’s Gentleman’s Club’.

A small team of chippies got to work in Six Quebec Delta Alpha. They put in a false bulkhead to partition off part of the compartment to create a room with enough space for two double beds, and then they wood-laminated the whole compartment. They built in some wooden cupboards and a small bar and plumbed in a bigger sink and refrigerator. A couple of ‘dip dabs’ painted any surfaces not panelled and they laid carpet on the deck. They helped put in the tables and chairs that Knocker had acquired ashore and installed the two beds in the girls ‘workroom’.

Michael and his Bettys put up velvet curtains for privacy across the entrance to the workroom and strung coloured festoon lighting to add a party atmosphere. A record player and a selection of records were acquired and speakers hung in the corners of the room.

Then work began in the compartment below. First a ladder and hatch was cut in followed by ventilation and air conditioning. With the compartment habitable it was then painted and four bunks and lockers installed. A small wet space with a head and shower was also installed.

Meanwhile Rod and Michele set up an account book; the modifications they were making to the two compartments cost close to a thousand pounds which was all the money that Rod, Knocker and Spike had made so far out of their illegitimate business.

“Fuck! This is costing us big time,” Rod lamented.

“Bollocks; we’ll make that back in our first week,” Michele replied.

“Besides us girls will contribute to the outlay once we start making money.”

“I should fucking think so; you haven’t outlaid a penny yet,” Rod barked.

“Yeah, well wait until we go shopping for clothes, lingerie, shoes, makeup and wigs. That will cost the four of us a bomb. We have to look very special to make sure the punters spend up big,” Michele replied.

And they did. Michele took her proteges shopping at the top end of town ensuring they bought a couple of very nice evening esenler escort gowns each, as well as some nice mini skirts, hotpants, dresses and blouses. They bought high heels to match their outfits and considerable amounts of lingerie and cosmetics guessing they needed seven months worth. The bought two expensively coiffured fashion wigs to compliment their eveningwear and some bobs for other times. They finished by buying perfume, costume jewellery and accessories.

Then there were the practicalities: douches, razors, shaving cream, other toiletries, lubricants, condoms and knick-knacks.

CPO Rod Latham and PO Knocker White had weaseled themselves onto the HMS Ark Royal Canteen committee and ensured that extra duty free beer and spirits were ordered that they squirreled away to stock the bar in Six Quebec Delta Alpha which Michael had renamed ‘Barrack Room Betty’s Gentlemen’s Club’.

Michael got busy in the personnel office using the Gestetner copy machine to make special business cards. The card had a jet-black background with the stylised picture of a Wren perched on a barstool with her head thrown back smiling with red lipsticked lips. Her cap was perched at a jaunty angle and her hands rested on her knees, the hem her skirt high on her thighs displaying the welts of fully fashioned stockings. Her legs were crossed at the ankles with one black high heel dangling from her right foot. There words ‘Barrack Room Betty’s Gentlemen’s Club’ were embossed in gold at the top of the card and 6QDA in the bottom right corner.

On the Friday before the ship was due to deploy, a perplexed Able Seaman Steward Ray ‘Mary’ Maine posted on board and was met by her three compatriots from HMS Chelmsford Recruit School who led him down to their new messdeck where the situation was explained.

“Fuck me Michele! If there is anyone that can turn adversity into opportunity it’s you!” Mary gasped.

On the Sunday night before the ship sailed, Michele, Mary, Polly, and Doris dressed in the evening gowns they would be wearing as hostesses at the gentleman’s club. They met with Rod, Knocker and Spike in the bowels of Her Majesty’s Ship Ark Royal in 6QDA Barrack Room Betty’s Gentlemen’s club and toasted their new venture with Champagne.

The dingy disused storeroom had been converted into a small, elegant, gentleman’s club.

“Well everyone, Michele and I did the books today and it’s cost us just under one thousand and five hundred pounds to refit this space and the compartment below and to pay for bar stock, the girls necessaries, and to pay off the regulators who provided the materials and workforce,” Rod stated sagely.

“Fuck!” they all gasped in unison.

“And we should make that back in the first two weeks, operating seven nights a week,” he beamed.

“And everything else is profit!” Michele beamed.

Michele dimmed the overhead lights, turned on the party lighting and dropped the arm of the record player onto Roxy Music’s debut album. While they danced and celebrated Michele stood duty behind the small bar ensuring they all had plenty to drink.

Knocker and Polly danced cheek to cheek, previous sins forgiven after their interlude on the last night at sea. Rod danced with Mary and was pleased to see the newest member of the stable of transvestites was as alluring as her counterparts. Jason danced with Mary but it was obvious she was uneasy in his embrace.

As the evening wore on and the booze took its toll things quietened down. They sat around the new gaming tables chatting and laughing. Rod took Mary by the hand and led her to the new ‘workroom’. Michele made herself busy pouring drinks and emptying ashtrays. She sneaked over to the valour curtains that separated the workroom from the club and peeked through the drapes.

Rod was naked and lying atop Mary who lay on one of the double beds. Her evening dress, which was split on one side to the thigh, gave Rod unfettered access to her and he had torn open her tights and was grinding away at her while her legs were raised high, her ankles crossed behind his back. She raised her behind to meet his thrusts as they kissed and caressed each other.

Michele smiled and closed the curtain. She turned around and collided with Jason who had crept up behind her.

“Oh fuck! Sorry Spike; I didn’t know you were behind me,” Michele exclaimed and made to move around him.

Spike gripped her upper arm and pulled her to him.

“That used to be us Michele. What happened?” he stared into her eyes.

“Things change Spike,” Michele sighed.

“You used to call me Jason; and you were my girl,” he looked searchingly in her eyes.

“I was for a while; but when I gave myself to Knocker to save what we had at Chelmsford you called me a whore and a slut. Even after that you became obsessed with me and treated me like a slattern,” Michele responded.

“Yes but…” he tried to answer.

“Yes but you made friends with Knocker White and had no compunction in blackmailing me and forcing me into the hands of Rod and Knocker. It’s only my own intellect and guile that has turned the tables and made this what it is.”

“Lets just let it go Jason and make the best of it. We’ll both be rich when this deployment’s over,” Michele brushed past him and went back into the club.

I’ve had a Pantyhose Fetish for over 30 years now, and love wearing them on a daily basis.

But back in the summer of 1995, I suffered a heat stroke, and almost died, when I recovered, I vowed I would stop fantasizing, and live out these dreams and fantasies.

I had been masturbating while dressed in Pantyhose for quite a long time.

I progressed to “batjacking” so I could shoot my load into my mouth, but it wasn’t satisfying my urges, and had also experimented with hairbrush handles, but never had any real anal penatration.

I decided to answer an ad in the local newspaper’s meeting place,(before the internet) it was an ad for a man that was looking for other crossdressers to “get together” with during the day, I called the number and left my name and a short message, Bob quickly called me back.

I invited Bob over to my place, and I quickly dressed into Black Pantyhose, a Black Nightgown, and Black Sling-backs.

Bob arrived, and I was very pleased, as he was in his mid 40’s, Tall, Well Built, with Salt and Pepper hair, and very easy going.

We sat on my bed, and he told me his wife didn’t like wearing Hosiery while they had sex, and she really didn’t like that he liked to wear Stockings as well.

Bob was gently touching my Silky Nylon Clad Legs, asking me about my experiences with other men, and when I told him I had never been with another guy, he quickly undressed, and put his stockings escort mecidiyeköy and lingerie on.

Bob laid back on the bed, as I laid next to him with my head on his chest, I started rubbing his cock through his nylon panties, and it was starting to grow.

I pulled his cock out of his panties, and started stroking it, squeezing his cocks huge mushroom head.

By now I’ve noticed Bob is packing 7.5 long x 2.5 round cock, and I’m now a little scared.

Bob started to moan a little, he then started pushing my head down to his cock and told me to try kissing it.

I kissed it a few times as I continued to stoke it, and then I don’t know why, but I opened my mouth and he plunged his cock as far in as he could get it.

I gagged at first, and he eased it back, and he told me to open my mouth slightly going down, and close and suck on the way up, I tired this for a few minutes, but quickly noticed he really liked when I just sucked on his huge mushroom head.

I had no real idea of what to do, but I guess I’m just a natural cock sucker, because a minute later I felt him tense up, he then grabbed the back of my head and started spewing hot cum inside my mouth.

I instictively tried swallowing, but there was too much, and when he finally finished cumming, I pulled his cockhead out of my mouth, and he started laughing at all the cum dripping down the corners of escort şişli my mouth.

Bob asked me if I was okay, and if I liked that, and I told him I loved it, and I wanted more.

Bob then started asking me how I felt about anal sex, and if he put a condom on, would I let him fuck me…I told him absolutely!

I started sucking his cock again, and got him really hard, he quickly slipped a condom on, lubed his cock and my ass with KY, and then rolled me onto my stomach.

Bob rolled my pantyhose down just below my ass cheeks, and slowly pushed his Mushroom head against my virgin asshole, spreading the lube around.

He told me to take a deep breath, and as I started to take my deep breath, he pushed in deep, it hurt so bad, but I couldn’t do anything as he was laying on top of me.

The sensation of being completely filled was incredible, it quickly overcame the pain…

Bob pumped a few short strokes, and told me to relax, then he pushed all the way in and just stayed deep inside of me.

It seemed like Bob’s cock was getter larger as he stayed inside of me.

After a few minutes, Bob started a slow gentle pumping, and gradually built up a nice tempo, he was rubbing his Nylon covered legs against mine as he humped me.

I was loving it, I kept moaning, and telling Bob to make me his Bitch, which told Bob I was ready for a pounding, he got me up on my hands and escort istanbul knees, and started slamming his cock into me, as I tried to keep tempo.

He kept slamming it in and out of me, my asshole felt like it was on fire as he continued stretching it out through his hard pounding.

He was getting close to cumming, so he pushed me down on my belly again, and started slow humping me, making sure to push all the way in and grind inside of me.

As I was laying there on my stomach, I felt wetness under me, I stuck my hand underneath and realized I had cum all over the inside of my Pantyhose when Bob was pounding my ass.

I loved that, I was now Bob’s Pantyhose bitch, he gave me an orgasm while he fucked me.

Bob now was using my rolled down Pantyhose like reins on a horse,he started going faster, and harder again, slamming it in me as hard as he could.

He fucked me even harder for a few minutes and then groaned loudly as I felt him cum again.

He rolled off of me and was amazed at how insatible I had become for his cock, as I was grabbing at it again begging for more.

After a few minutes, I changed into some Tan Control Top Pantyhose, and then cut the crotch out.

I asked Bob to finger fuck my ass while I try sucking him hard again.

After a few minutes of me talking like a dirty slut, he was hard as a rock, and ready to go again, but this time he had me lay on my back, on top of a pillow.

He mounted me, grabbed me by my Pantyhose clad ankles and fucked me slow all the while he kissed my legs and ankles.

He came after a few minutes, and then dressed and left.

To this day I have yet to find another lover as good as Bob, but my first time was great!

DAY ONE

I got in from taking Carol to the airport at just after 8, it was beginning to get dark. Late September, winter would be here soon. But I had a weekend on my own while she accompanied an ageing aunt to her own sister’s funeral in Glasgow. Carol had volunteered, she liked the aunt and did not insist on my going with her.

So I was on my own. What to do this weekend? My main interest was very regrettably ruled out, I needed a substitute. Well maybe not, I could see what was happening on my favourite chat-line, maybe have a decent conversation or two. I switched on the PC and made a coffee while it loaded, then logged onto the Internet and started the program. When it connected me to the server I accessed the channel and looked down the list of the ‘girls’ chatting.

‘Girls’? Yes, like me. I am a transvestite, a man who like to dress up sometimes. In women’s clothes that is, sometimes the lot, bra and panties, high heels, make up, everything. OK, some people may think it weird but I don’t, in fact many of us don’t. We are basically ordinary people, don’t do anyone else any harm, just like our ‘hobby’.

I say ‘our’ hobby but I am not a social TV (that’s short for transvestite). Strictly solo, me. I looked down the list, several names, mainly girls’ names though I knew they were all really men, like me. I’m Ben actually, but I use the name ‘Bethany’ online.

I tried a brief chat with in the chat-room but she had to go soon after, then started up a chat. But I soon realised ‘she’ was not really serious about dressing, probably just a gay guy pretending, looking for some sex.

Then.

Hi there Bethany

Sara! Now that was a name I knew, and knew well. He was a guy called Richard and we had some great fun chatting and emailing to each other.

Hello there Sara. How are you?

We even swapped stories, tales about TVs which we had written, and indeed collaborated on some, writing alternate chapters to try to excite each other.

I am fine. You? What are you up to?

It was the same boring start to chats, but polite I suppose. I typed back.

Fine here but on my own, Carol is away all weekend so I thought I would chat to someone. Are you dressed?

Which, to a TV, means are you dressed in your ‘hobby’ clothes, bra and panties, high heels etc. Actually, I say hobby – which it was to me – though to some guys it’s more of a lifestyle, some going for a more substantial transition or a sex change.

Yes, dressed tonight and really feeling good.

In what, please tell.

We always like to hear what other TVs are wearing.

White blouse, see-through, black skirt, black undies, stockings and heels, also have done my makeup and wig.

Wow, sounds great, is Jemma not in then or does she approve of this now?

Jemma is Richard’s wife, she sort-of accepted his dressing to an extent but was not too happy with maybe more extreme expressions of femininity.

Jemma is away with family for the weekend, that’s why I am able to dress fully, go all the way, I feel gorgeous.

I am sure you look it too my darling

Wish you could see me.

Me too. I am on my own too, Carol is away in Scotland until Sunday night.

Are you dressed?

No

Why not? A perfect time to have some fun.

Problems. No wig. I tried spraying it clean last week, and a fair part of it dissolved! It was synthetic, be careful if you try cleaning yours

Was it expensive?

Quite but not very. I should maybe get a decent one, maybe longer and a bit more blonde.

Richard was a nice TV, not like some of the nasties you sometimes come across. An idea was beginning to form in my mind, suddenly it rushed to the front. I started typing furiously

Is Jemma away all night? all weekend?

Gets back Monday lunchtime

Sounds nice. Any commitments, any plans for the weekend?

CONNECTION HAS BEEN TERMINATED. DO YOU WISH TO RECONNECT?

Blast. Sometimes that happens, random glitch in the power supply or something, it just switches off. I rapidly switched my modem off and on and set up the reconnect, then logged on again. I checked the list of girls, Richard was still there.

Sorry about that, very, something switched me off. Back on again Ok. You still there?

Yes

Anything planned for the weekend?

Not really, shopping, some DIY etc. I may get another chance to dress.

We could meet.

There was a pause. I expected that. One of the nasty things about chat-rooms is that you can fool people, especially if they can’t see you (clever geeks nowadays have digital cameras too, but not me or Richard). So people often say or arrange something they have no intention of doing just to see the reaction.

Are you serious?

Yes. Both wives away, is this too good an ‘OPPORTUNITY’?

I had used that word and put in the capitals and inverted commas deliberately, Richard would fulya escort know what I mean. I had told him on an earlier occasion of my first ‘opportunity’, similar to this, a young TV whose parents were away for the night, I was sitting there dressed as Bethany chatting when ‘he’ suggested a meet. I had been tempted but had chickened out and regretted it ever since. But could it happen now?

Sounds possible. How?

Let me think.

I had been thinking hard ever since I suggested it, coming up with a feasible plan. Like many TVs we had not swapped names or addresses etc, just ‘met’ online and chatted. But I knew he was in Yorkshire and I was in Warwick. Far but not too far, not Portsmouth and Inverness.

Could you drive out now? Dressed? We could meet somewhere between us, say at Trowell service station on the M1? Remember?

Again, I had commented to Richard before. Carol and I had stopped at Trowell Services, on the M1, one evening, it had struck me then it was a perfect meeting place, a bit public and a bit private. And meeting in cars, in the dark, well, if either of us didn’t like it we could just drive off.

Are you REALLY serious?

Capitals on the IRC is shouting! Maybe Richard did want to.

YES

There was another pause.

OK then. When and how?

Tonight. I can be there by 11 o’clock. Can you?

There was yet another pause. Had I scared him (or her) off? (Gender is sometimes difficult to address between TVs!)

Yes. How will we meet?

I had to think quickly again, chances like this were few and far between, I was getting excited by the prospect and was determined not to waste it.

North or Southbound.

North

OK. Not by the main entrance, too many people there maybe, though there won’t be too many at this time on a Friday night. Just by the entrance into the actual car park. OK?

OK

We both stop there, at about 11, it will be fully dark by then.

I typed in the letter and first three numbers, and the colour and make of my car. I KNEW Richard was serious when he replied in kind. This was the first time we had exchanged any real personal data. I was interested, his car was the same year as mine and the same colour. Not the same make but very much an equivalent, it confirmed what I had thought, we really were so similar. I was really beginning to get excited by the thought of this. I had always been a totally ‘solo’ cross-dresser, not into clubs or anything, the thought of meeting someone with the same interest….

Will you tell Carol about this?

Probably not

Actually, certainly not. I think she would be appalled

The trouble sometimes with the chat system is when both people type together, it often confuses the flow. On this occasion I had just pressed the RETURN key to send that comment when, immediately, Richard’s reply appeared on my screen.

I will certainly not be able to tell Jemma, she would be appalled.

I had to smile, indeed Richard and I were SO similar.

What will you wear?

Let’s not discuss that now, I may change my mind if I think about it. I am going to sign off now – and go and get in my car. I may change just a little and refresh my makeup. If I don’t act at once I may back out. Let’s go for it.

OK. Bye XXXX

Bye XXXXX

Transvestites in chat rooms almost always do that, send ‘virtual kisses’ at the end of the chat. I know it sounds silly but, well, again it’s harmless. I sat for a moment to think. Did I realise what I had just let myself in for? YES, definitely. I logged off the channel and switched my machine off, then sat quietly for another moment.

Though I had considered before this sort of thing, I had really never thought it would actually happen. But now I had to. Richard was going to be there, it would be cruel not to rendezvous. After all, he was taking the risk, coming dressed. Not me. I grabbed my jacket from the peg in the hall, checked there was something in my wallet, for emergencies. Locked the back door, and out of the front. My car was still on the drive, I backed out and was off.

I took me longer than I had thought to get there, I drove very carefully, no point in having an accident or getting stopped on an occasion such as this. It was two minutes past when I pulled off the M1 and into the service station. I could see several cars down at the far end of the car park by the actual services. And just one car near the entrance. I swung round and faced it across the access road.

I looked, peered at the number plate. Yes. I switched my lights off. The lights on the other car went on, then off. I hoped he had recognised my number. We both waited, maybe for about fifteen seconds. Then I decided, I opened my door and got out. And as I did so, the door of the other car opened, and – a woman got out. Even in that light I could tell. I could just see the reflection from nylon-clad cihangir escort legs, and from longish smooth hair.

‘She’ paused, hesitating. I decided I should make the move, so shut my own door and walked across.

“Hello Sara”.

“Hi Ben”.

We both just stood for a few seconds.

“Shall we go over and sit in my car” I offered.

Richard didn’t speak, just started to move. We crossed to my car, I held the door open for ‘Sara’ to get in, then went round.

“How was the journey?” I asked – silly start to such a conversation. “I mean, did you get out of the house OK at home. Any problems?”

“No, it was fine” he said. “It was dark already by the time I set off. I got out and away and just kept on going, didn’t have to stop, even at lights, all the way here.”

I knew what he meant, being uncertain how convincing you look and having to stop at traffic lights, specially with a car next to you. I turned to have a proper look, Richard knew he was being ‘inspected’.

“Well then go on, tell me, how do I look?”

It really was difficult in that light, I asked if he would mind if I turned on the interior light, briefly, there were no other cars parked near us. In the better light I gave him a close inspection. The hair, or rather wig, was nice and the makeup was impeccable, GORGEOUS lips and very good eye makeup. Almost no beard line visible. Gold earrings, a white blouse and black skirt to just above the knee. And what seemed to be gorgeous legs, in black stockings or tights with court shoes, about 2″ heels I guessed. And just how good did he look?

“Sara, I am impressed, you gave me the impression you were much bigger than you look, no, really, impressive.”

“And could I pass? Go on. Be honest, I know the answer really.”

I had to think, to give an honest answer without causing too much distress. I looked carefully at the figure beside me. There were so many female characteristics, a few of them ‘original’, many artificial, it really was difficult to give a truly honest answer. I put the internal light on again for a few seconds and looked.

“OK, Sara, what I really see here is a transvestite, but a good one. In these conditions it would be very difficult to make a proper comment. But maybe from a slight distance, not in daylight, maybe you could – pass.”

“Thanks anyway, Ben” came a rather resigned reply.

“Hey, Sara, don’t let it get you down. In so many ways you look really good. And you maybe haven’t prepared fully, this was sprung on you. Wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah”

“No, really Sara. Tell you what. Let us go for a walk. That always gives me a buzz. Just being in one sense out in the open. Just down the car park and back. I guarantee nobody will ‘spot’ you. And what if they do? Anyway, Sara, I have to admit, I want to see those legs!”

I could tell, Richard was rather taken with the idea. He looked round, then at me.

“OK, Ben, I am game if you are!”

We both got out, I went round the car rapidly to ‘help’ him exit, we stood together. I took his hand, which rather surprised him. We set off walking towards the café area, he was a bit nervous naturally and was gripping my hand tight.

“OK Sara?” I asked, remembering my own first such outing. “Don’t worry, no-one will notice”

A car came up behind and passed us. Then another but for some reason this one didn’t go right up to the café, it stopped just in front of us to one side.

“Just keep walking” I whispered.

We walked together, just like any other couple we both hoped, past it. A very tall guy, maybe as much as 6-3, trotted past us, on his way towards the phones. He smiled politely as he passed, looking at me and at my companion. There was absolutely no sign he saw anything wrong, just me and my girlfriend or wife walking towards the café area.

“Evening” I said, and looked at Richard.

He was having a good time, I could tell.

“How are you coping with the shoes?” I asked.

I knew that even low stilettos can cause problems.

“I am coping fine, look Ben, you have done this sort of thing before, I haven’t. Can we go back now? That area in front is pretty bright.”

He was right of course. I led us towards the phones to one side of the main café area, then turned to face Richard so his back was towards the light.

“Just wait there for a moment. OK, now, I’ll come round the other side, we can head back.”

Which is what we did, walking steadily, holding hands, with no problem at all. We went to Richard’s car. We got in and carried on talking for a while, both agreed that our respective wives should NOT be told about this. We just gossiped for maybe a quarter of an hour, about what clothes we have, what we like to wear, where we got them and so on.

“Look, Ben, thanks for turning out like this. It IS my first time you know, and I have to drive back, I think I had better be going.”

“Right sarıyer escort Sara. But. I was thinking on my way here, hoping we would get on as well as wondering what you would look like. I hope you enjoyed the outing.”

“Oh yes, well, we didn’t do much did we but, first time, you know.”

“Right. Anyway, as I said, I was thinking. Do you want to meet again tomorrow evening? Another ‘opportunity’ if you see what I mean. Give you time to prepare this time. Do your nails maybe.”

Even in that light I could see Richard was tempted – but unsure.

“Meet here again?”

“Well, I thought – how about coming to our place. It’s quite a drive but maybe not TOO far. I could do a meal, we could be more leisurely, take our time a bit more easily.”

“Sounds like a good idea Ben, but I am not sure.”

“OK, I understand. Maybe you could have a look at my clothes, I have a few more than you, I think, I know some of them will fit.”

That convinced him! He smiled at the thought.

“OK, Sara, let’s leave it at this. You email me early tomorrow morning, by 10? Saying yes or no. I will send details of where and when and how, I have a map on disc we used for a party last year. When you get it, email again to confirm, yes or no. How about that?”

I had given him a way out if needed.

“OK”.

He was going to get in his car, then turned to me.

“Ben”

I turned, he leaned forward and, very gently, gave me a very brief kiss on the lips!

“Thanks”. He got in his car, started up and was off. I stood for a few seconds thinking, then turned and drove home myself. I definitely would not tell Carol about that.

DAY TWO

In the morning, after a slightly restless night’s sleep, I got up later than usual. Normally I’m about before 8 even on a Saturday but that day I surfaced at 9. I don’t know why but I switched on the PC straight away, even before dressing. There was a Hotmail from Sara! Already!

Subject: Tonight

Dear Ben

Yes

Love, Sara XXXXX

That “Love, Sara” may seem odd but it is the way women write to each other, in that case not an unusual form of address. Richard and I had been corresponding, writing stories etc for each other for several months via Hotmail. We had asked questions about TV experiences of each other, both real and our own fantasies and had always, again as is customary in female circles, addressed each other by our ‘femme’ names, Sara and Bethany. But that was the first time he had addressed me as ‘Ben’, I think. Damn that wig, if I hadn’t tried to clean it we could have been dressing together and both offering comments about our ‘look’. But this was different, I was to be the guy hosting a sort-of ‘date’ with a TV friend. I thought it would be best, make Richard more at ease, if in our role-play I were to treat ‘Sara’ almost entirely as a woman.

So how would I prepare for dinner with a woman friend? A close friend, in a way, we had anonymously shared some intimacies about ourselves. I had a couple of ideas, but first I had to reply, to confirm, to show Richard it was all on. I set to writing my e-mail reply and attaching the map I had showing how to get to the house. He had the real job to do that evening, driving all the way from South Yorkshire, probably ‘dressed’. He would want to come in the dark again, I guessed.

From: Sara

To: Bethany

Subject: Tonight

Dear Sara

Great! Map attached shows how to get here. Directions are easy, off the motorway junction it is first left, first left again then first right and you are on our road.

We are 200 yds down on the right, the house number is there, a large number on the gatepost, can’t miss it even in the dark. Pull into the drive immediately after the gatepost. The garage door will be open, my car will be at the side on the left. Drive straight into the garage and turn off. I will close the door behind you and go round to open the back door of the garage, you can get through there and into the back of the house totally unseen (front door is overlooked, I NEVER use it when ‘dressed’.) Arrive by 9.00? That should mean you can set off in the dark. I will have a bit of a meal available, I am VERY MUCH looking forward to seeing you in more comfortable surroundings, though last night WAS fun, I thought so anyway. I will be watching out at 9.

Love, Ben XXXXX

Attachment: “map1.jpg”

I logged on again and sent it, then switched off. It might be a little while before Richard got it and replied, and I had things to do! I was going to prepare as for any other ‘date’ but I was a bit out of practice. The house was tidy, and clean, well it was ‘lived in’ but more than acceptable. I had a big clear up in the kitchen, Carol had left me with a fair bit to do in there and I had been doing other things the previous evening. Then I got the car out for a quick trip to Sainsbury’s.

It took me longer than I thought to shop, I didn’t usually do it on a Saturday morning but I did get everything I wanted. I filled in a little time over lunch cleaning the mower, some other ordinary house things to keep my mind off other things, and to stop myself being in a permanent state of arousal! Then I checked my emails again.

I knelt beside the chair of my Mistress. Back straight, head tilled down with downcast eyes as was proper. Every now and then while she spoke to her guests, she would reach out and stroke the top of my head, right between the pig tails and a small smile would on appear on my lips. My makeup had been tastefully applied, no street walker or woman of the night in sight. Just light flesh tones with a few darker highlights to change the shape of my cheek bones to a more feminine look. My eye shadow had been done in a light pink that matched the liquid pink of my lipstick. It was about three shades darker then my pink hair. I had used every feminizing trait that I knew tonight.

Being a six foot tall male of average build trying to pull of the look of a sexy woman is not easy. I’m not super athletic, but I’m not completely out of shape either. I have been perfecting my methods for years now. From one use hair color to hide my light brown hair, to the most realistic looking breast forms that money could buy. Makeup, body shapers, colored contacts I used them all to hide who I really was. The only part of this that was not done up or fake were my eye lashes. I know girls who would claw my eyes out to have long beautiful natural lashes like those I was born with.

Tonight I wore the French Maid’s outfit that Mistress had picked for this occasion. I actually have many to choose from but this is one of her favorites for when we have company. It has a classic cut and style, maybe a little shorter than average, with full petticoats making the skirt nice and full. It is also the brightest baby pink and white I have ever seen. Underneath I wore a lacy white C cup corset, which my breast forms filled out quite nicely, matching white lace thong panties, and white stockings with the matching lace garter belt. My feet were covered in basic pale pink flats that matched the color of the dress.

The kneeling position I was in was not the most comfortable. My feet underneath me with my knees spread about a foot a part while my hands clasped together over my lap. In this position it allowed me to react quickly to any of Mistresses needs. It also allowed her guests, who sat directly in front of us, an unblocked view of what was under my skirts. My manhood barely tucked away inside the lace panties. Darting glances at both Chris and Mary showed me that both of them had noticed. They had been shocked to silence when Mistress led them into the living room where I was already kneeling.

“I don’t get it.” Chris stated while pointing in my direction as he sits on the couch. “That’s Andy? That doesn’t even look like Andy.”

Chris and Andy have worked together on a daily basis for the past ten years. They became fast friends working as co-drivers of a heavy load delivery company. When you are stuck together for hours on end in the cab of a truck, it better be with someone you like. His wife Mary had attended school with Andy for nearly her entire life. It made for a very pleasant surprise the first time the two couples got together for drinks and old schoolmates where reunited.

Chris is what most people considered a good looking man. A little over six feet tall with a muscular frame that carried that little bit of extra weight around the middle. He hid it well enough until he took his shirt off. He has sandy blond hair cut in a short manageable style with piercing blue eyes that all the ladies seemed to love.

Mary was about a foot shorter and very athletic. She had run track in high school, and even though that it was several years ago, she still took pride in the fact that she went jogging every day. Her only complaint about it was her bust line. She always said that in high school she had mosquito bites for breasts and then she had her first child and now she bore C cup breasts any stripper would be proud of. Sadly they caused no end of pain when trying to jog in the wrong bra. Still Andy had been jogging with Chris and Mary on several occasions, and she could still leave them both in the dust, gasping for breath.

Mistress shook her head as she stroke my hair gently saying, “No Chris this is Abby. When Abby is here Andy is not. That’s the way this works.”

Missy or Mistress comes in right at the five foot mark. Her long black hair was pulled back into a single tight pony tail that hung down her back without a single hair out of place. Her makeup was lightly applied giving the impression of it not even being needed. Her eyes were this liquid chocolate brown that the un-expecting could find themselves lost in for hours on end. I always told her that she had an hourglass figure that I would kill to have when I was dressed, but she always just laughed it off telling me I was crazy.

Her true pride and self-pronounced greatest flaw was her natural bust line. I have literally seen her break H cup bras. Tonight she wore a light grey top that was not to dressy for the occasion, but had a plunging neck line that reveled more of her ample breasts then was normal in escort bayan istanbul polite company. She accompanied it with a flowing knee length black skirt and her favorite heels.

“Then where is Andy?”

“Elsewhere,” Mistress says. “Abby my pet it looks as if our guests need drinks, perhaps something a little stronger tonight I think. How about a Jack and Coke for both of you? Oh, and I’ll have a glass of white wine Abby.”

“Can I have white wine as well,” asked Mary “I don’t care that much for Jack and Coke.”

“Yes Mistress.” As quickly and gracefully as if I had been doing it all my life I glided to my feet and headed for the kitchen. Never making eye contact or making a single movement that was not exactly necessary to fulfill the task required of me.

“Actually Andy… I mean Abby,” Mary called. I froze in place and waited. “Can I get a red wine instead of white?” she asked while looking me up and down. “I think your right, I’m going to need something little stronger tonight.”

I waited knowing I was not to speak until given permission, yet I could not continue with my task until I answered.

“My pet this is learning experience For Mary and Chris. For tonight if they speak to you first you may speak without waiting my permission.”

“Thank you Mistress.”

I turned to the direction of Mary and Chris but never raised my eyes to look at her. “Miss Mary you need not make any requests of me. I am here to serve. If you wish red wine in place of white your command is all that is needed for me to obey.” I smiled to myself as I could almost see the confusion on her face.

“Oh…okay, red wine then please Abby.”

I waited a moment longer to see if there was anything else and then left for the kitchen. While I was making the drinks I could hear everything that was being said.

Mary looked at Missy with a very confused look on her face. “What in the hell is going on!? I have known Andy for years and that is not the way he acts.

“I have been trying to tell you. Andy is not here. That is Abby, just Abby.” Missy said as she sat forward on the chair. “Look this is the way it works. When Andy puts on those clothes he literally becomes Abby. Andy is still there… somewhere, but Abby is at the forefront.”

“So it’s like a split personality?” Chris asked as I walked back into the room.

I placed a glass of Jack and coke in front of Chris and a glass of red wine in front of Mary and the glass of white in front of mistress. Glancing over I see that Mistress’s glass from earlier is empty so I take it to the kitchen.

“Let’s see, how do I explain this the clearest way possible?” Missy sat back thinking for a moment before continuing. “Everyone has worries. Bills, family, work, things of that nature right?”

Chris and Mary both nodded in agreement.

“Well Abby doesn’t you see. The only thing Abby has to worry about is not displeasing me. She has no bills to worry over, no family causing stress, and no worries about tomorrow at work. Her sole purpose in life is my pleasure.”

I came back in and resumed my place kneeling beside my owner. She reached out and stroked my hair again. There was no need to say thank you, the touch from her was enough to tell me I had done well.

“Andy… Abby, shit this is hard to keep straight,” Chris complained. “Maybe you can help me understand this. Look me in the eye and tell me you are happy dressing like a girl. Not just a girl but a servant, a very strangely and confusingly hot and attractive servant.” Mary slapped him in the arm. “Ouch! Hey! What was that for?”

“You just said your best friend was confusingly hot and strangely attractive! I’m surprised he… she… didn’t hit you first!” Mary exclaimed.

Mistress tapped me on the head with a finger. “Pet you were asked a question and given and order.”

I almost panicked realizing I had made a mistake. A small mistake, but a mistake all the same.

“Forgive me Sir for not answering quickly enough.” I looked Chris in the eye and thought of how to answer. “Control sir. Life is about control. We all think that the more control we have the better your life will be.” I stopped to think of how to phrase the next part while Chris sat back. “Andy has control of many parts of his life. Andy also has lots of stress. Abby has no control over anything.” I smiled brightly “Abby has no stress.”

Chris still looked confused but Mary sat forward a look of understanding on her face. “It’s a form of stress relief!”

Mistress placed her hand on my shoulder and I resumed looking at my hands but kept smiling.

“Exactly Mary, Abby has no stress because she has nothing to stress about. She doesn’t have all the problems that Andy has.”

Chris took a long drink of his jack and coke. “Ok I get that part now, but…” he waved his hand in my direction taking another drink. “Most people just get therapy. How the hell did it come to this?”

“That nişantaşı escort bayan my friend is a very long story and not one I think we will be sharing tonight.” Mistress said with a sip of wine. “You where invited here tonight because you wanted to know what the secret was to our happy home life and Andy’s seemingly stress free attitude. I am assuming from the things Andy has told me recently it is because there is more stress in your home lives then normal and you are looking for a way to lessen said stress.” she looked at Mary “When we talked on the phone I offered our help because you guys are our closest friends.” her gaze shifted to them both in ” And I warned you before you came through the door that there would be many shocks tonight.” She waved her hand at me. “This is just one of them.”

“Shit if it’s much more surprising then this I’m going to need another drink” Chris turned up his glass and downed the last of it. Without a word from my owner I glided to my feet again and took the glass to refill.

“Fuck man I can’t get service like that at a bar!” Chris exclaimed as he looked over his shoulder, watching me go. I gave my ass an extra little shake before slipping through the door. He looked back at Missy with a raised eyebrow “Really? An ass shake at me?”

I could almost hear the smile on Mistress’s face “Abby is a little more, shall we say playful, than Andy.”

“Wait a minute… back up… Abby likes men?” Chris sounded astonished.

Mistress laughed “No, no Chris. Abby likes everyone.”

Chris looked sternly as me as I set his refilled glass on the table “Andy would never sleep with another guy.” I wilted away from that look and moved back to my kneeling quickly lowering my eyes.

Mary punched him in the arm “Stop being such a homophobe!”

“Hey I got nothing against it. It’s just… you think you know a guy after ten years.” He took a large drink swallowing down almost half the glass.

Mistress just shook her head. “You really just still don’t understand. Abby really has no choice in whom she likes or doesn’t like. Who I tell her to play with or ignore. Control Chris. Everything is about control. Abby, stand and present.”

I moved to my feet and stood in front of our guests my hands slipped under my skirt and petticoats lifting them as high as I could. Every inch of my body was shaved smooth except for my head. It had become a daily routine of mine for nearly fifteen years now. Chris and Mary could see my stocking clad legs, the garter belt that held them up, and even the white lace panties that left nothing at all of my manhood to the imagination.

“Turn.”

Keeping my dress held up I turned my back to the guests presenting them with my bare ass.

“This,” Mistress said, “Is control. Mary needs another drink my pet. Just bring the bottle.”

I dropped my skirts and fluffed them a little as I went to kitchen.

“Missy, what the hell is going on tonight?” Mary asked.

“I don’t know just yet. There are many possibilities before us. We will just have to wait and see how the night progresses. You both wanted to know how we stay so happy and stress free. Buckle up kids; it’s going to be a bumpy ride.”

I came back from the kitchen with the wine and poured a glass for Mary. As I set the bottle on the table I heard Mistress speak again.

“Do you know that Abby will do almost anything she is told without a second thought in the world? Of course nothing that would go against her natural character or even Andy’s.” She snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor, a sign I knew well. I instantly dropped to my hands and knees and crawled over to Mistress’s feet.

Mary coughed a little at the sight “What…what do you mean she will do anything?”

Mistress looked down at me. “Are you thirsty my dear?” I nodded and she reached over pulling out a small shallow silver dish from under a side table. She set it on the floor and then filled it from the bottle of red wine. “Drink my pet.”

Lowering my head to the bowl I lapped at the wine while Mistress watched the looks of disbelief on both our guests faces. When the bowl was empty I looked up at her with a small smile and wine dripping from my chin. She wiped it way with her thumb then patted her lap. I crawled over and lay my head on her thigh, my ass still pointing right at our guests.

“Of course you can only push so far. The trick is to find the line without crossing it but staying as near as you can. Say I was to tell her to do something awful such as hurt someone physically, or rob a bank, she would say no and the role would be broken, Andy would come back.” Mistress told them as she stroked my hair.

“What if there was and emergency and you needed Andy?” Chris asked

“Then I would tell Abby and Andy would be here.” she waved her hand over me “This is not a fixed state. Andy can actually can and has brought himself back.”

Chris sat bayan escortlar forward a little “And have you found, I guess Abby’s line?”

Mistress laughed. “Found, crossed, extended, and found again. This point of pure surrender was not an overnight thing. It took many weeks of work.” She shifted a little and the split of her skirt fell between her legs exposing one full thigh to me. We had talked over the paths the night could take and it looked like she had chosen. I leaned in and kissed her thigh softly spreading my legs a little wider and rocking my ass back and forth.

“To tell you the truth my pet here caused me several nights of restless sleep worrying over if I had pushed her too far too fast.” Mistress said as she put her hand on my head, yet another predetermined sign. I started kissing my way lower towards the inside of her thigh as she spread her legs a little wider for me. She pulled the edge of her skirt over my head and gasped a little pretending that I had gone farther then was planned. “The mind is a delicate plaything.”

“So your telling me that she will just do basically whatever you want?” Mary asked watching my ass sway back and forth as I started licking the inside of my Mistress’s thigh.

Mistress nods “Mmm yes….she does most of the house work, ah…the cooking and such, ohhh…even mows the back lawn” She closed her eyes and sat back pushing my head away. “That’s quite enough my pet thank you.” I crawled backwards looking up at her as she adjusted herself in the chair. I couldn’t, help but grin as I licked my lips over and over. “Be a good girl and refill Chris’s drink for him.”

I moved to my feet and swayed my hips over to Chris leaning down to pick up his glass. I knew he would be able to see right down the front of my dress. My breast forms may be made of silicon but they were as realistic as could be. I bit my lip watching him take a nice long look down my dress at the swelling form of my breasts. Then I took his glass and headed to the kitchen. When I came back Mistress was standing beside Mary showing her pictures of me in a bikini mowing the lawn outside. I set down Chris’s drink with and with an extra wiggle of my hips smiled at him. Mistress snapped her fingers and pointed to the ground at Mary’s feet. I dropped to all fours and crawled over, stopping with my head at her knees.

“It seems my little Abby likes flirting with your Chris. Would you like to discipline her for it?”

I glanced at mistress and saw her sign for me to look into Mary’s eyes, which I did and gave my best smile as a swayed my hips back and forth a little. Mary patted her thigh and I laid my head down on the bare flesh right below the line of her shorts. “I,…” she swallowed hard her breathing a little faster than it was before saying, “I don’t see any harm in a little flirting between friends.” She touched the top of my head stroking my hair and I kissed her leg. It was just her leg and yet I could feel the shivers run the full length of her body from just that little kiss.

Mistress moved around behind the couch and leaned down between Chris and Mary. “Mary, I would like you to look into Abby’s eyes and tell me what you see.”

I swayed my hips back and forth slowly my skirt making a swishing sound as I looked up into Mary’s eyes and smiled at her.

“I… I see a very beautiful woman.” Mary stammered. My smile got brighter “Her makeup hides almost any trace of my friend Andy. Even her eyes…my god her eyes! They are not blue! Andy has blue eyes.”

“Just contacts,” Mistress whispers into her ear before biting her ear lobe gently. “What else do you see?”

“She is beautiful, she looks happy almost overjoyed to be here.” Mary’s eyes have taken on a new look of understanding.

Mistress nods against Mary’s neck “Yes. Yes she is. Almost bursting with excitement to please anyone I tell her to. Abby, you will stand.”

I quickly got to my feet and stood between Chris and Mary while still looking at Mary’s eyes. They slowly moved down my body taking in the swell of my chest and the nerving of my waist before once again coming to rest on the thin layer of lace that covered my manhood. Her hands moved slowly over her own body without her even realizing it. Her nipples had become hard as little pebbles and were poking up through her shirt.

Mistress kisses her softly on the neck then moves over to Chris running her fingers through his hair. “Chris. What do you see?” she whispered into his ear.

I break eye contact with Mary and lock eyes with Chris. I can see something there I am not used to seeing and it makes me bite my lip playfully as I turn my hips just so.

“Umm… wow… ” he finishes off his drink as Mistress nibbles his ear

“Tell me Chris. Tell me what you see.”

“I see a very hot very attractive woman.”

Mistress nods and kisses him on top of the head. “You do indeed. Would you like to see more of her?” He gulps and looks at Mary who is still watching me, her fingers lightly rubbing over her nipples, her head nodding yes slowly. Chris hesitates unsure what to say. Mistress looks at me and points to the floor at Chris’s feet. I instantly fall to my knees at his feet and lean my head down laying it on his leg. Now was the real test. Would it be fight, flight, or acceptance?

Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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Dickgirl x Femboy | Incest (Mother x Son)

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It might have started out light, but It hadn’t taken long at all before their kissing had developed into something more. It had begun as just a quick little kiss, not their first but sweet all the same, but before he had known it, he had had her shirt up over her head, her bra soon joining it in tandem on the floor, his small delicate hands guided by hers, both of them eager for him to start exploring the sensuous curves of her body.

It had been euphoric, the warmth and softness spreading under his fingertips as he had groped and squeezed her, needing to feel her in his hand, his confidence building as he wanted more and more, cupping and freely playing with the swell of her breasts, much to her delight.

As they kissed, his hand firmly pressing against her chest he felt her hand move down the front of his pants, tracing the smooth line of his feminine figure until it had come to his cock.

He had moaned into the kiss, eager as he had felt her fingers close around his cock, her hand finding it hard and giving it a few small quick strokes.

She had broken the kiss then, sitting up, Alex had looked across at her, a soft blush on his feminine features as their eyes met, hers searching for a moment before she spoke, her voice sounding a little cold.

“Did you hear that?” She asked, but he shook his head, he hadn’t heard anything.

He bit his lip, concerned and a little disappointed when her hand left the tightness of his pants and she stood, stepping away towards the drawers on top of which she had placed her phone.

“What is it?” Alex asked softly, his eyes looking at her with concern as she picked up her phone, unlocking it and scrolling through its contents.

“I swore I heard it buzz…” She said, hesitating for a few long moments, her gaze flickering from the screen to him.

“I-is everything…” he started, but she cut him off, hurrying over to collect her bra.

“It’s my parents… They texted me to let me know they have to come back, you can’t be here when they get back.” She said hurriedly and, without any reason to doubt the love of his life, he nodded, eyes wide as he sprung to his feet.

Still dressed it had taken him virtually no time at all to get himself ready, shuffling his coat on over his narrow shoulders and pulling on his shoes.

She had seemed keen to get him out of the house as soon as possible and he hadn’t resisted, finding himself torn from the warmth of her almost nude embrace into the bracing cold of the night air in less than five minutes.

He had been hurried out so quickly that when he turned to the door to kiss her goodbye, he had only been met by the approaching swing of the heavy door which swung shut with an air of finality.

He had sighed and, head down against the biting chill of the night air, had made his way home walking through the familiar streets illuminated only by the occasional street light.

When he returned home, feeling more than a little dejected, he had stripped himself of his coat and shoes, leaving both by the door before moving through to the sitting room, giving the room and attached kitchen a sparing glance to check for his mom before settling down on the sofa with a little sigh, curling his legs up under him.

A night alone at home wasn’t quite what he had been expecting and was a far cry from where he had been just a short while ago, in the soft enticing embrace on his beloved girlfriend, about to, he hoped, if not lose his virginity, at least go down on a girl and maybe get something in return too.

Nevertheless desperate to talk to her he pulled his smartphone from his pocket, putting in the little pattern he used to unlock it before checking for messages.

Alex smiled a little, his longbow lips drawing up in a gorgeous little line as he saw a notification from her already, and without knowing the path it was about to set him down, he opened and read the message.

“Alex, you’re really really sweet and I’m sure you’re going to meet someone perfect for you sometime, but you’re really just way too small for me. I knew you were a little girly and I thought that was super cute but a relationship needs to be more than that, I need a physical connection and I just don’t think I can have that with you, you’re just too pathetically small. Bye Alex.”

He hadn’t responded, he hadn’t needed to. The little ‘seen’ icon that would pop up the message for her would be all the response she would need from him to know he knew it was over.

He’d sat stunned for minutes, the phone dimming then locking in his hand, left completely shocked by what he had read. He wanted to unlock his phone, to read it again to be sure he hadn’t misunderstood, but his fingers wouldn’t move.

The phone clattered to the floor and Alex scooped up a cushion, bringing his knees high up to his chest and sandwiching the plush fabriced cushion between his ümraniye escort face and his knees, his chest rising and falling erratically as, with no other way to react, he began to cry.

Jenna had been upstairs enjoying the peace and quiet of a house without her effeminate darling son with a luxurious hot bath, scented candles and more than one glass of white wine when she had, to her surprise, heard the door.

With no one else in the picture for her it could only have been Alex returning and, a little annoyed, she had let out a little bit of a sigh. While she adored her son to no end, she had been looking forward to a little bit of a break from having to control herself around him.

She had continued to relax in the bath, assuring herself that she wouldn’t be needed at least until the water ran tepid and was content to enjoy this little slice of peace, but the unmistakable sound of his crying reached her, even through the bathroom door and the pillow she knew he was doubtless clutching.

Biting her lip and with a little grunt of effort she lifted herself from the bath, her arms tired and heavy from what had been the penetrating heat of the scented waters, whose comfort she now left behind to be greeted by the steamy air of the bathroom, pleasant, but not nearly as pleasant as her bath had been.

Stepping carefully as not to slip she moved to switch the bathroom light on, the sudden iridescent light permeating every nook and cranny of the room serving to sweep away the last remnants of the warm relaxing atmosphere she had created with the candles low flickering light.

She caught a general outline of her figure in the steamed up mirror, unable to make out any detail as she picked up a thick white towel, patting down her fair skin in a hurried way, not being as thorough as she often would be, wanting instead to find out what had upset her son, though she had a pretty good idea.

After drying herself she glanced down at her body, twisting her wide hips this way and that to see if there were any glistening beads of water she might have missed on her impressive curves and swinging cock, but seeing none she set the towel down, scooping up instead a comfortable robe which she pulled on over her shoulders, feeling the fabric wrap around her like a well-deserved hug.

Her breasts, full and soft, felt uncomfortable without the support of a bra, but not wanting to go through the bother of finding and putting one on she opted instead to tie the bathrobes cord a little a higher under her bust, pushing it up and presenting a few inches of cleavage. Not that she was trying to look alluring, but with a bust as impressive as Jenna’s, there are few things you can wear without displaying your gifts just a little bit.

Blowing out her candles and finishing her wine she padded from the bathroom, opting to clear away the clutter later. She moved to the stairs and with one hand on the railing glided quietly downstairs, the carpet muting her approach.

“Alex sweetie?” She asked lightly, scanning the room as she entered with her hazel eyes, her gaze quickly settling on the small curled up figure of her son, wrapped up in his own arms on the sofa, his phone beside him on the couch, left ignored.

She hesitated, leaning on the doorway briefly and tilting her head, but he didn’t respond to her arrival, didn’t even acknowledge she was there, if he had even actually noticed.

Jenna took in the scene, piecing together the simple clues. He was supposed to be spending the night with his girlfriend, their first night together and, given how flustered he had seemed before going around, likely their first time doing a lot of things. But given his current disposition…

“Oh sweetie…” she said softly as she stepped over, sitting down gently on the couch beside him and slinking an arm around his slender waist.

It took a little persuading, but she was able to divert his curled up form from being wrapped around his cushion to be embracing her instead, his arm draped over her stomach, his head resting on the warm swell of her heavy chest.

She held him gently, consoling him with soft shushes as she gently caressed his long silken hair, waiting for him to calm down a little before she asked the question they both knew was going to come.

It took a little while, but his sobs and shakes slowly ebbed away, leaving him sniffing, breath still ragged as he leaned his head on her, staring off at nothing.

Glancing down at him, her face one of concern she reached down, one delicate finger wiping away one his tears, her touch drawing his attention, his doe-like eyes looking to meet her own.

“What happened, love?” She asked, the question inevitably making his lip quiver, his gaze quickly shifting away from hers once more, his hand clutching at the soft fabric of her robe.

He opened his mouth to speak, but after a moment closed it again, swallowing, “S-she… She…” he whimpered softly and she gave him a gentle reassuring squeeze, “She broke şişli escort up with me…” he finally managed, though his tone weirdly, seemed a little defensive.

“Oh, honey… I’m sorry,” she said, holding him a little tighter, “I know how badly it hurts.” Which was true, she had had her own fair share of bad breakups back in her youth, before Alex. “Did something happen?”

He swallowed a little and looked away and she knew him well enough to read the flood of embarrassment on his features.

“Hmm?” she said softly, pushing just a little in her curiosity.

He looked up at her for a moment, taking in the soft smile on her full lips, noting how dark her usually vibrant naturally orange hair was, likely still wet from her bath. After a moment he sighed a little, relenting, though his voice remained soft, a little distant.

“She… Well…” he bit his lip, “Okay, so we were just… You know… Just…”

“Fooling around?” she offered helpfully and he blushed before nodding, almost imperceptibly.

“Y-yeah, but, I… She told me to go and I did… Then she just… She texted me and… And she… And it…”

His string of words trailed off showed no signs of picking up where it left off. After a moment she reached across and collected his forgotten phone, pressing it into his hands.

“Why don’t you just show me hm?” She asked gently.

Uncertainty he turned the phone over in his hands a couple of times until, at last, he relented, thumbing in the pattern that unlocked his phone and handing it to her.

She gently held it in her hand, away from his face so she could browse through his phone without having to reveal whatever the text had been to him again.

She knew her way around a smartphone and was soon inside the messenger she knew he used and found the most recent conversation.

She tapped it open and read through the message, feeling him curl up a little tighter against her as she did.

“Ooh honey…” she said softly, her voice consoling as she let out a little sigh of faux disappointment directed at his now ex.

After rereading it and, hiding a smirk, locked the phone and set it down once more, pulling him just a little tighter to her.

“What am I supposed to do now…” he said quietly, not framing it as a question, it coming across more of just a statement of how truly lost he felt in the moment.

She paused for a moment, seeing the conversation he probably expected play out before her, reassuring him he’d find someone, that she had just been shallow, that he was beautiful and kind and funny and any girl would be lucky to have him. But inside she knew that wasn’t true.

“Give up…” she said softly and he looked up at her a little sharply, his eyebrows furrowing a little and he looked at her in confusion.

“W-what?”

She shrugged a little, “I said you should give up.”

“On what, her?” He asked, uncertainty.

She nodded a little, but continued, “and pretty much on girls in general, in a way… I mean… Oh, Alex, I knew I’d have to have this talk with you eventually but, there’s really no nice way to go about this.”

He moved to sit up a little, which she let him, but kept her arm snuggly around his waist, noting how as he sat up, she remained looking down at him, his body so slight as to be shorter than her.

“What… What talk?” he asked, concern in his voice.

“I mean… I’m sorry, but every natural born woman is going to have the same reaction as she is… All of them.” She paused, letting her words sink in, knowing that sometimes delivering the truth was like ripping off a band-aid. “You’re never going to really be able to satisfy them, you’re not really all that much of a man, you must know that?”

He looked like he’d been slapped and she couldn’t really blame him, but she kept her voice steady, her demeanour gentle. She watched as his eyes teared up once more, the boy feeling a second dagger in his back, this one from an even less likely source.

“Why… Why are you saying this?” He said, voice quavering, very much on the verge of crying again and, she gathered from his body language, very close to leaving her and storming off upstairs.

She thought for a moment… Because he had to know at some point? Because in this state, broken and vulnerable she sensed an opportunity? She had been looking to relax and unwind with a hot bath, but she had watched her son grow up into a hot piece of ass and maybe it was finally time to teach him that?

“Because I love you,” she smiled sweetly and squeezed him, “and I want you to be happy.” Not untrue, she thought.

“By saying I’ve failed as a man?” He asked, his accusation coming out in a soft shaky voice.

She paused for a second, reaching up to brush a strand of her almost dry orange hair back into place, their natural curls becoming more apparent as the weight of the water faded from it.

“Alex… To say you failed as a man isn’t really fair.”

He swallowed a little and seemed mecidiyeköy escort a little placated by that, indicating he hadn’t exactly understood what she had meant.

“I mean, you never ever really had any sort of a chance at being a man, I always hoped for your sake that puberty would be generous to you, and it was, just… Not in the ways most young boys hope it would.”

He scoffed a little, but tears were now once more running freely down his cheeks, “Oh, then how exactly was it generous?”

“Sweetie you’re so beautiful! I don’t know how you don’t see that… You keep comparing yourself to what you think a man should be, but have you ever just stopped to compare yourself to just about any woman? You’re gorgeous honey, I mean I would’ve killed to have skin as perfect as yours at your age, smooth as anything, curves and hips and an ass like you spend half the day doing squats…” she giggled a little, but he didn’t laugh, he merely looked dejected.

“So what, no woman will ever want me, you said so yourself! I’m just a-“

“Hey,” Jenna interjected, poking him gently in the arm, “I never said that.”

“You said-“

“I said you’d never satisfy any natural-born woman,” she clarified.

“Okay so I’ll never satisfy any woman, that’s the same as them not wanting me isn’t it?” He said, sounding more than a little exasperated.

She shook her head, “Alex you aren’t listening, I said any ‘natural born’ woman,” she said, emphasizing the words.

“What do you mean?” He said, hands folded on his lap.

She pursed her lips a little, “Well, sweetie, you know about mommy and her, you know, thing?”

“Yes?”

She raised her eyebrows and after a moment his eyes went wide.

“Y-you don’t really think…”

She smiled softly and tilted her head, “You’ll never succeed as a man honey, but as a cute little girly boy? Sweetie if you wanted you could have women like me fawning all over you.”

He looked down and she smiled a bit, pushing the point, “Imagine that, walking into a room and being the centre of attention, everyone’s eyes on you, wanting you, absolutely desperate to get in your pants, to kiss you, to feel you up, to fuck you…”

He blushed brightly as his mom’s words, looking up at her sharply, “M-mom!”

She laughed and eyed him with a sly smile, “What? I might be your mom but I’m still hot-blooded, in my youth if a boy like you walked into my life I’d have had you stripped down and pushed up against the nearest wall in a heartbeat.”

His cheeks burned with a crimson and she couldn’t help but admit she was enjoying the reaction, so she continued, “Not that I haven’t thought about doing that to you anyway, of course.”

“D-don’t be gross…” he whimpered adorably, before looking away embarrassed.

“I’m being honest sweetie… Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off thinking of you? Mm…”

Biting his lip he made to stand, to leave, too conflicted to even look at her, but as he raised himself he felt her hand at his wrist, tight like a vice, pulling him back down to the sofa with a whimpering gasp, “L-let me go…”

“Alex, honey, this for your own good? You’ll never be happy until you accept who you really are…” She pressed, holding him still.

“I-I’m a man!” He protested, trying to pull his slender wrist free from her grip and failing utterly, Jenna not having to make any sort of effort to keep him in place.

“Really? Then show me.”

“N-no!”

She smirked at his adorably pathetic attempts at breaking free from her, “Calm down sweetie, look, how about we make a deal?”

He pulled against her for a few moments longer before pouting up at her, noting her single raised eyebrow and patient expression. He swallowed anxiously, “W-what kind of deal?”

She smiled, “We do a size comparison and-“

“That’s not fair! I-I know you’re bigger than-“

She shushed him, frowning a little sternly, “Let me finish…” She paused, eying him for a moment but he remained quiet this time, “Good boy, now, we do a size comparison and, if I’m no less than three times bigger than you, you concede your rightful place…”

He opened his mouth to object, then hesitated, he was three and a half inches when hard, that would mean to lose, she would have to be packing more than ten and while he knew she was bigger, having seen her soft once or twice growing up wandering into her bedroom, he didn’t recall it being that incredibly big.

“…And what if I win? What if it’s not that much bigger than mine?” He asked, tentatively.

“Well, if that is the case, I’ve got a friend… A brunette, in her mid-thirties but she’s drop-dead gorgeous, owes me a few favours. If you win, I’ll have her pay you a visit hm? Make a real ‘man’ of you.”

Alex bit his lip, looking down for a moment, “What… Whats her name?”

“Jane.” Last name Doe, Jenna thought.

He looked at her, biting his lip, trying to picture this Jane in his mind, then finally, he nodded slowly, “O-okay…”

She smiled, “Good choice…” She purred low, as if he had had any kind of a choice in the matter, “Do you want to whip yours out first, or shall I?”

Alex hesitated, then nodded to her, his cheeks coloured, shy to reveal himself to her in such a brazen way, reservations that Jenna didn’t hold.

Author’s note:

I hope you like the orgy.

*****

Jasper and I met Debbie in our room to discuss what he and I were to do tonight.

“You guys are going to be having sex as the party is going on. However, try to make it last and not cum right away. Well you could cum multiple times.” She said with a smile.

Jasper looked at me and said, “Well we should probably lube up too.”

“That would help, at least me, my ass is not used to having cock up it all the time.”

“Well I’ll leave you guys to get ready.” Debbie said.

We both watched her leave and stared at her ass. She carried herself with authority and that held a certain sexiness to it. Closing the door as she left the room.

“We better get you relaxed. After the session you two had, you probably need to get that hole back in shape for me.” Jasper said with a smile.

I needed to get these sore muscles to stop from quivering too. We walked to the massage board by the hot tub. Lube was on the table and a few wash cloths.

“Lay face down on the board first.” He said.

I laid down and placed my cock in the hole in the board. He started to massage my back using hot rocks placed at certain areas of my back. Those felt great and he laughed a bit.

“These will relax certain muscle groups and their nerve endings.”

“They feel great and I can feel the muscles relaxing now.” I said.

He then moved down to my feet, massaging them first and moved up to my legs. He gently pushed in on my calf muscles and upper legs. He made his way to my cheeks.

“Spread your legs a bit. I need access to you.”

“The rocks are losing their heat. Did you want to replace them?”

“No, they did their job. I’ll remove them soon.”

He focused on my cheeks and massaged one at a time.

“Nice ass. No wonder everyone wants to be in there.” Looking at my cheeks and hole.

He took the right one in both hands and massaged it like a loaf of bread. I felt his hands on my hole and it felt great. He took the other cheek and did the same thing. I moaned out loud.

“Oh, god that feels so good. Kneed like that.” I moaned.

He then put a finger on my hole and moved it around. This loosened my sphincter a bit. It opened and allowed the finger inside.

“I think a little lube should help us along here. I want the hole to almost suck my cock in.” He said.

I felt him massage the lube around hole and then finally on the hole itself. I relaxed and his finger popped inside me. He held his finger just inside and then moved forward.

“I can feel the walls of your ass. Now squeeze on my finger.”

I held him by applying pressure and it drove me wild. He pushed against the walls.

“That’s it. Keep it up and you will soon be able to keep me inside you.”

He moved in and out for a time. My muscles felt more relaxed as I allowed his finger to move inside me. He pushed gently along the sides.

“Well we better get ready for the party. Carrie and Susan had ‘relaxed’ me earlier so I’m good for now.” Jasper said.

We put on our loin cloths and walked out to the living room. The girls were putting some last-minute decorations up. I could see that they had some scented candles lit already. In the sunken living room, there was mattress on the floor.

“I presume that is our stage?” I asked Jasper.

“Yup. Lay down on it and get comfy. We’re going to be on it for a while.’ He said with a smile.

I got on my knees and then rolled on to my back. The mattress was thick and allowed for restful positioning. Show time wasn’t etiler escort bayan going to be until most or all the guests have arrived. Debbie would let us know. We sat up, propping ourselves up on the floor with the couch to our backs.

The doorbell rang and Debbie greeted the first arrival. A tall, beautiful, black woman who had an equally tall black male companion entered the atrium.

“Hello Sandy. I am glad you could make it,” Debbie said, “and who is this?”

“This is Jason and he is here to escort and fuck whatever you got.” Sandy said smiling. Jason nodded his head towards Debbie.

Sandy wore a long silky dress that was a tight fit and shimmered in the lights. It cupped her tits well and accentuated her figure. When she walked in it her bulged showed slightly. She had her arm hooked in Jason’s. Jason was wearing tight shorts and a loose shirt.

“May I take your accessories?” Debbie asked.

“Sure.” Sandy said and handed Debbie her purse and wrap. She looked at Jason who then removed his shirt and shorts. Under his shorts, he wore a loin cloth, much like ours. His cock pointed down and was peeking behind the loin cloth.

They walked into the room with the others. Jason’s ass was tight and the thong was hidden in his firm ass cheeks. Sandy introduced him to the others. The doorbell rang again and Debbie went to the door for the next couple. So, went the evening all told there were four couples that came in. They were friends with the girls and the guys were all wearing thongs. Debbie turned on some ambience music for background. Jasper turned to kiss me as if on cue.

We kissed as we moved down to the mattress. Jasper then took some oil and rubbed it on my chest and moved down to my legs. He handed the bottle to me and I rubbed his body the same.

Jasper was on top of me and his tongue was exploring the inside of my mouth. I could feel my cock respond to his hands rubbing on my body. He ground his hips into mine and I felt his semi hard cock on mine. We to be in our own world and to not pay attention to anyone else, unless they came to the mattress.

I reached around his body to his ass and pulled his hips closer to me. I spread his asscheeks. I opened and closed them as he moved his mouth to my nipples. He sucked on the right one as it came into his tongue’s reach. I pulled his head into my chest. He sucked harder and my nipples responded by becoming hard. I twisted the other one so that both would he hard.

He moved back to slide my shorts off and then his. His cock popped out in its aroused state and mine was ready for action as well. We both smiled at each other and he moved to my head and kissed me before moving down my neck to the hard nipples. I kissed his body as he moved down, he reached my navel and stuck his tongue in it as I did with his navel. Reaching my cock, he blew on it and kissed the tip, I could see his as well. It was semi hard almost reaching forward to my mouth.

I felt his warm mouth enveloping my cock as he moved his mouth down my shaft. He massaged my balls, my cock responded by twitching inside his mouth. I opened my mouth and took n his cock tasting his pre-cum as it entered my mouth. His hips moved forward fucking my face. I reached up to his balls and molded them in my hands. He moaned in appreciation.

He then moved back with his knees on each side of my head. I took his balls into my mouth, sucking each in turn. I reached up to pinch his nipples, he took my hands into his and moved them to the nipples. This allowed mine to pinch them harder. He beyoğlu escort bayan moaned. He moved his cook back into my mouth, feeding me. I stroked my cock, gently at first and sped up as my arousal became larger. We moved as one in this position and we held it for a while.

He moved again down to my hips and spread my asscheeks, placing a finger into my hole. He moved inside me and pushed on the prostrate, I became harder leaking pre-cum. I thought I would shoot right then, however we had known how to slow that down. he moved his pelvis forward so his cock head was at my ring. The tip was slowly making its way past the gate. He stopped just inside to allow me to adjust. I inhaled as he moved forward and all the way in until I felt the slap of his balls on my cheeks. He moved in and out as he gained a rhythm that felt great.

Jasper looked into my eyes as he moved his hips. I reached up to hold his head and pulled him down to kiss him and inserted my tongue in his mouth. He sucked on it as he fucked my ass. I held on to his ass as his hips moved. He slowed his pace so that he wouldn’t cum too quickly and he sat back on his knees. I was looking at him, when two black legs came into view on either side of my head.

I looked up and saw Sandy’s Jason standing there looking down at our scene. He had removed the thong and his large black cock was pointing down towards me. He was focused on the cock moving in and out of my ass. His look was one of hunger and he was ready to eat.

“Feel free to join them, Jason, they both can take a large cock.” Debbie said from the side as she stroked her cock.

As if on cue, he knelt down and let his cock lie on my forehead down to the tip of my nose. I could feel his pre-cum on the tip. He leaned forward and kissed Jasper taking his tongue. I felt a hand stroke my cock and squeezing it. He moved back and fed me his cock.

He rested it on my tongue and let me take it in. It was larger than the girl and Jasper’s cocks. The head filled my mouth and his shaft hadn’t even started to move into down my throat. It had an earthy taste, which I found good, to it and he moved forward slowly. I adjusted my breathing as this log of a cock started down my throat.

I relaxed and he went further in as I reached for his balls and rubbed them. This was a sign of him to pull back and then slam it back in. I did feel his balls on my forehead, which I rubbed as they hit. I pulled them down to prolong his pleasure. I heard him moan as he was kissing Jasper. He and Jasper were stroking my cock while both cocks were moving into both of my receiving holes. Jason moved down Jasper’s body and found my cock at his stomach. He took my cock into his warm mouth and went down to my pubic hair. His tongue circled my cock as he grazed on my pubs.

I could see his puckered hole as he fucked my mouth. I reach up and pulled his cheeks apart and worked a finger into the hole. It was tight and felt like it was not used to be fucked. I found some lube and placed some on the hole and worked a finger at the hole. He paused his rhythm in my mouth to allow for the finger to find its way. He then stated again. We all shuddering and I felt the cocks twitch a little. I knew I was going to cum and the others did too.

Jason’s pace picked up as he fucked my mouth, I tasted his pre-cum on my tongue. Jasper was jacking my cock, feeding my cock to Jason warm mouth. He sucked the tip while Jasper worked into his mouth. Jason pushed his cock down throat and paused as I pushed my finger further in is ass, his cock spasmed twice halkalı escort bayan and shot down my throat. I felt my cock twitch and I came into his throat. I heard a grunt from Jasper as he came into my ass hard. We each had a couple of strokes in us and then fell in a heap of flesh on top of one another.

All that was heard for a while was our breathing. We moved to a better position and sat up with Jason in the middle. Jasper and I had our arms around him. I reached for a glass of water for each of us. We all drank from it. I heard clapping and we looked up to see Sandy and Debbie looking down at us, both nude. Their cocks were at semi status.

“Well done boys. I am glad that Jason joined you. He made you come more or so it looked.” Debbie said stroking Sandy’s hardening cock.

They walked off hand in hand towards the kitchen table to a scene that had three other guys going at it on the table. Their shemale partners were watching with rapt attention. We dried ourselves off and made our way to the kitchen to watch or join in.

In the kitchen, there three men laying on the table, two on their back and one in between the two stroking their sizable cocks. Our quests were around the table taking the scene in. I found Carrie engaged with one the guys’ mouth. She as feeding him her cock. I came up and cupped an asscheeks and kissed her.

“There was a hole that needed filling so I did.” She said with a smile.

“Well if it wasn’t going to be you, I’d fill it.” I said.

I reached over and cupped a tit, looking down on the scene. She was feeding him her cock. He took her in greedily all the way down to her pubes. He was dark complexed and muscular, his cocked was being sucked by the other dude whose ass was facing out to the audience and too tempting. I saw that Debbie was thinking the same thing as she moved in behind him and put her cock in him.

The look on his and her face was priceless. Jasper was with Susan taking in the scene almost mirroring my position with Carrie. Sandy was cock feeding the other guy who was on his back. She was also stroking Jason. I felt warmth surrounding my cock and I looked down and a new girl who I did not know was sucking on my cock.

“Cindy says hi.” Carrie told me.

Looking down I cupped the back of her head and allowed my cock to get a better angle. She sucked on me greedily. While still feeding her guy, Carrie held my cock for Cindy to attack it with more force. Cindy pulled on my balls as my cock twitched. I saw that Jasper was getting the same treatment, he closed his eyes as he felt Jason place a finger in his ass. Carrie inserted into mine and I shot down Cindy’s throat. She then slowed down to take it all. I heard the guys on the table moan and then they came at the same time.

Sandy gave three more thrusts and came in her guy’s mouth. Debbie pulled out and shot on the guy’s back.

“Ok guys let’s get Gary here a chance to come,” Debbie said, “Jason, Jonah, and Jasper get at that cock.”

Gary turned over and we saw he was leaking pre-cum. Jasper held his cock and we licked the shaft and then at the tip we took turns sucking on it. It didn’t take long before he shot above our heads and onto Susan and Carrie’s tits. Gary collapsed with a few more spurts.

We helped him up and all of us walked to the hot tub for a much-needed rest. We sat where we could and it ended up being boy-girl rotation. A lot of ahs went around the tub. Carrie snuggled up to me and played a little with a nipple.

“So how does everyone like the ice breaker games?” Debbie asked.

“Ice breaker games? Interesting I think those went well and I like the fit of these guys.” Sandy said smiling.

“Yes, and they taste good too.” Cindy said.

“Well we have more entertainment to come, but first the guys need to be cleaned up. Jasper can take care of that for us. We should probably clean as well.”

Author’s note: Some of the sexual behavior chronicled here is patently unsafe. I really hope that the story makes your dick hard (or pussy wet, for my gentle female readers), but use some sanity when you’re out in real life.

As usual, there’s truth mixed with fiction, but mostly fiction. I’ll let you decide what’s real and what’s not.

Chapter 1: Prelude

My name is Jack and I’m 32, and this is the story of how I was transformed into a pretty, cock-hungry slut named Elizabeth by my wife.

I’m married to Debby, who is 44. Big age difference, huh? Well, it suits us just fine. How we met is a long convoluted story, but suffice to say that we were both married when we met, and both of our spouses had the sex drive of a rock. We started seeing each other on the sly, and Debby’s husband found out about it. One thing led to another and we both got divorced. The funny thing is that my ex-wife and her ex-husband ended up together. They’re happy living their asexual existence, and we’re happy fucking like rabbits.

Debby is as sexual a woman I could have dreamed of having. It just takes a look to get her wet, and a smile to get her in the sack. She’s overweight and that might turn some guys off. However, I loved her 44H tits, and her pussy was still as tight, wet and hot as any woman I’d ever slept with. She’s also very down to earth, and refers to sex as “fucking”, instead of the girly “making love” or “having sex”. I like that in her.

I hate to use the phrase, “it all started one day when…”, but no other phrase seems better. We had gone out to lunch, and our waitress was a cute young hottie with very large tits and a perfect little ass. She knew it and flaunted it…I’m sure it helped her tips. We were sitting in a booth in the restaurant, Debby across from me. From behind Debby, the waitress walked towards us and my eyes followed her, checking her out.

Now, I have no reason to want any other woman besides Debby. My wife loves to fuck, and loves doing kinky, nasty things in bed (and in the living room, and in the kitchen, and in the garage, and any other place that’s handy). But, when presented with a seriously hot woman, I AM going to look. It’s genetic, I can’t help it. Debby knows, and it doesn’t bother her.

As the waitress passed our booth, I looked at Debby and saw her eyes follow Little Miss Hottie’s ass as she walked away. I laughed, leaned over towards her and said, “You got something to tell me?” She just rolled her eyes at me and laughed.

Later that night, after we’d fucked our brains out, we were laying in bed and I was fondling her huge tits. I asked her why she was checking out the waitress.

“Oh, my god,” she laughed. “When you guys see a hot chick like her, you drool. Us women compare.”

“You didn’t find her attractive?” I pressed.

“Of course,” she replied. “She was hot.”

“Did it get you turned on?” I said, rolling one of her nipples between my finger.

“Not especially,” she said. “I got all that out of my system as a teenager.”

“All WHAT out of your system?”

“The whole girl-girl thing. There were a couple of years that maslak escort bayan I had more women than men,” she replied.

I hadn’t heard that before. She’d never mentioned that she’d even been interested in girls before, much less had any encounters. The whole girl-on-girl thing is what I refer to as “standard male fantasy” and my dick, which had been sleeping, twitched.

“Why’d you stop?” I asked.

“What, stop licking pussy and getting my pussy licked?” she said, grinning evilly. She knew this was turning me on and was teasing me.

“Yeah, that,” I said. My dick was hard again now, and uncomfortable because it was twisted off to one side between us. My hand moved down and moved it so that it pressed against her.

“I dunno, I guess I just grew out of it. I’d rather have a hard dick in my pussy and feel your weight on me instead,” she said, her hand moving down to grasp my dick.

“Would you be interested in picking the habit back up?” I said.

“Not especially. It’s about as likely to happen as you sucking a dick,” she said, thinking that would end the conversation. Her hand stroked my dick in a way that I knew meant she wanted round two.

I guess I kind of froze for a second. Like her, there were parts of my life that had never come up. I wasn’t hiding it from her. Honestly, it just never came up and nothing triggered my memory about it until now.

She felt me freeze. She raised up on one elbow and looked at me. “Unless you have sucked a dick already?” she said, a smile crossing her face.

“Well…yeah. A long time ago, when I was in high school,” I admitted.

She sat up in bed, sitting cross-legged facing me. “Who?” she said, grinning.

“Scott,” I replied.

He had been my best friend for as long as I could remember and Debby detested him. Scott is a horn-dog, and he’s not very smooth about it. He and his wife, a very attractive blonde, were swingers and I had joined them once or twice in the distant past. Having a wife that liked the swinging lifestyle, however, didn’t stop him from the occasional solo rendezvous.

At one point, he tried to invite himself into a threesome with Debby and I. He might have had a chance if he’d been a little suave about it, but he butchered the attempt. I laughed it off, knowing him, but it managed to piss Debby off — quite a feat, since Debby is very laid back about most things sexual.

“Ewwww,” she laughed. “Couldn’t you have picked someone better?”

I shrugged. “We were both teenagers with hard dicks, and we had trouble getting girlfriends at the time.”

“Anybody else?” she asked.

“Well…yeah. There was a guy or two after I graduated high school,” I admitted.

“You just sucked their cocks?” she continued.

“Well…” I started to say. I didn’t know how much I wanted to relate. I didn’t want her thinking that I was gay or anything, despite our incredible sex life.

“C’mon, spill it,” she urged. Her hand had slipped between her legs and I could see that she was playing with her pussy.

“One guy fucked me,” I said, watching her fingers find escort ataköy her clit and stroke it. “Is this turning you on?”

“Hell yeah,” she said. “That’s fucking hot!”

I laughed, and my hand reached out and grabbed one of her huge tits.

She slapped my hand away. “No, I want to hear about you getting fucked,” she said, laughing.

I told her of the occurrance….I was 19 and had gone to an adult bookstore. A guy there had hit on me, and I ended up going to his place. It was hot, but there were tons more sexual encounters with women that were hotter.

“Did you ever fuck a guy?” she asked.

“No,” I replied, my hand sliding up her belly and grabbing her tit again. She didn’t knock it away. “I wanted pussy if I stuck my dick in someone.”

Her pussy was REALLY wet, and she was stroking her clit hard. My dick was still rock-hard, and I raised up, pushed her over sideways on the bed, and climbed between her legs. My dick slid into her effortlessly.

“So, you like the guy-guy thing?” I said, grinning, as my hands found her ample hips and my dick pounded her wet pussy.

“Uhhh..yeah….” she moaned. Her hands flew up to her tits and started pinching her nipples. My dick slammed into her, shaking the whole bed.

It was a short, vicious fuck. I knew she was incredibly turned on…she only liked her nipples pinched that hard when she was ready to cum, and her legs locked tight around my waist, pulling me deeper into her.

“Mmmmmfuck, oh fuck, OH FUCK, OH FUCK!” she cried out, her pussy convulsing around my dick. Her legs were wrapped around me in a death-grip as her orgasm shook her whole body. And even tho I had cum less than thirty minutes before, her excitement turned me on even more and my dick shot a huge load of cum, coating the inside of her pussy.

I collapsed on top of her as her legs released me and flopped to the bed. We laid there for a few minutes, savoring the sensation, then I rolled off and laid next to her.

“Jesus, babe,” she gasped. She was still going, her pussy convulsing every few seconds.

I laughed. “If I’d have known that the whole guy-guy thing turned you on so much, I would have told you all this a long time ago.”

We moved around so that we weren’t sideways on the bed, and she laid her head on my shoulder and cuddled up against me.

“So you want to see me with another woman,” she said.

“Hell yeah, babe,” I replied. “SFM, standard male fantasy. You know that.”

“Ok,” she said. “We’ll do that. RIGHT after I get to see you with another guy.”

“Huh?” I said. I didn’t expect her to say that.

“Fuck yeah,” she said, pulling herself tighter against me. “I think that would be hot as shit. So you’ll get what you want, me with another woman, after I get to see you with another guy,” she said smugly.

“What…you want me to suck a guy’s dick?” I said. Actually, the idea was starting to appeal to me. Whether it was because of the possibility of seeing her lick pussy, or me crawling in bed with a guy, I don’t know.

“No,” she said. “I want to see you blow a guy and get fucked çapa escort bayan by him. I want to see you act like a horny little whore.”

“Then I get to see you act like a horny little lesbian?” I asked.

“Yep,” she said simply.

“Deal,” I replied. Silence reigned, then we dozed off.

The next morning, I woke up with Debby’s mouth wrapped around my dick. Debby has talented lips, and I was in heaven when she sucked my dick. My hands went down and cradled her head in appreciation. I loved waking up this way.

She was intent on making me cum. Usually, her mouth was a prelude to her pussy…she’d get me raging hard, and then straddle me and ride my cock until we both had mind-shattering orgasms. This time, however, she kept going long past when I expected her to stop.

“You’re going to get a mouthful real soon,” I groaned.

She just increased her tempo, her mouth sliding up and down my cock faster and harder. It only took a few seconds more, then my dick exploded in her mouth. She kept sucking until my throbbing cock stopped pumping cum in her mouth.

“Mmmmm, baby,” I said, caressing her head. She pulled her mouth off my dick, then crawled on top of me. She pressed her lips against mine, and opened her mouth in a full kiss. My mouth opened and my tongue was about to go into her mouth when the load of cum I’d just shot into her mouth flowed into mine.

My face turned and I spit out my cum. “Blech! What the hell, baby?” I demanded.

She laughed, wiping her mouth with the sheet. “Better get used to the taste if you’re going to see me tasting a woman’s pussy,”

“Not MINE!” I said, irritated. I grabbed the other side of the sheet and wiped the last bit of cum from my mouth.

She patted my face. “Poor baby,” she teased. “I’m sorry if you didn’t like it, but your part of the deal includes you swallowing cum.”

I looked at her. Part of me suspected that the conversation the night before had simply been sex-talk, not anything real. “You’re serious,” I said. I wasn’t against the idea…it had made me a bit horny thinking about it. I just wanted to be sure that she meant what she said.

“Fuck yes,” she said, kissing me. “I’m still turned on about it.”

I rolled her off of me, and propped my head up on my hand. “So, how do we do this?” I asked. While I knew lots of guys that would have loved to fuck her, I didn’t know any that might have been interested in putting their dick in me.

Her eyes gleamed. “Why don’t we go to the coast this weekend?” she said.

Her uncle had a beach house in Rockport. Actually, both of those words were a lie. The “house” was a glorified cabin, although it did have electricity and running water, and the beach was more than a mile away. She had a standing invitation for it’s use, as he seldom went there anymore.

“What does that have to do with everything?” I asked, confused.

“Well….” she said, running her finger down my chest, “we go to Rockport, then we can go down and find a gay bar in Corpus. There’s got to be one there somewhere.”

The idea really appealed to me. Getting out of town to do the REALLY kinky stuff was a good idea. “Why don’t we take Friday and Monday off and make a long weekend of it?” I suggested. We hadn’t had a vacation in a while.

Her eyes were bright as she nodded. She stroked my cock hard again and then climbed up on me, sliding her pussy down my dick with a moan.

For a long time I had wanted to taste black cock again but had been unable to do anything about it. Finally a night came when I was so horny I had to get some. I dressed in normal clothes, just jeans and a t-shirt, and headed for a bar not far from my house that everyone knew only black guys went to. I didn’t have a plan and just hoped that something would come to me.

When I got I there the place was pretty full and judging by how many people stared at me it was clear that I didn’t fit in. I went straight to the bar ad ordered a drink, downing it and two more quickly. Feeling a little buzzed, I decided to get up and walk around a bit.

Before I could move away from the bar, however, the bartender called out to me. He said I needed to pay my tab before I left the bar. I reached for my back pocket but my wallet wasn’t there. I froze. The bartender looked pissed when I told him and used a phone behind the bar to call the owner out from the back office. A tall black man came out a few minutes later to find me sitting nervously at the bar trying to think of some way out of this. He told me to follow him back to his office.

Once inside we sat down on either side of his desk. He looked me over for a minute almost as though he was sizing me up.

Finally he spoke up, “So I’m guessing you just forgot money, bayrampaşa escort bayan cause no one would be stupid enough to do something like that at my bar on purpose. So I’ll make you a deal son. I have a private party coming in tonight that I need some servers for it. So you sign a contract saying that you’ll help me out tonight and I’ll forget about this little incident.

But if you sign you need to do everything I say. If you agree then there is no need for questions all you have to do is sign this paper. If you disagree then I’ll turn you into the police for armed robbery, and I know plenty of people here who would love to send a little white boy like you to jail.”

With that he took a piece of paper out of his desk and slid it across to me. Realizing he was serious about turning me into the police I just signed without even reading the contract.

As soon as I signed it his face split into a huge smile and he got up and told me to follow him. he led me down a hall into what looked like a dressing room. As soon as the door closed he turned around and said one word, “strip”. Still to stunned to do anything else I just did what he said. While I was undressing he had been going through a closet behind him and as soon as I was finished he just turned and tossed beşiktaş escort bayan what he had pulled out on the ground in front of me. He told me to get dressed and then come back to his office, and then left.

I started going through what he had given me and grew even more confused. On the ground in front of me was a black, long sleeved, high neck dress. The skirt on it was very short, probably barely covering my ass. There was also a black thong, and a heavily padded bra. Fishnet stockings and 5 inch strap sandal heels finished off the set. I just loved the fact that he wanted me to wear thoseslutty clothes . Getting real horny I just got dressed, and then quickly made my way down to his office to find him holding out a brunette wig. “Get on your knees so I can finish your outfit slut.” I dropped to my knees and he walked up right in front of me and put the wig on my head. He towered over me with me on my knees, but right at eye level was his crotch.

I could see a good sized bulge in his pants, and knew that he was turned on. All of a sudden I realized he was looking down on me. He had caught me staring at his cock. Without saying anything he just reached down and pulled down his zipper, and took out his cock.

It was huge, at least 9 inches long and 2 inches thick. merter escort bayan I reached out and gingerly touched it. I slowly leaned in and kissed the head. before I could stop myself I had opened my mouth and was greedily eating his cock.

It was so big that I could only get 3 or 4 inches in. He seemed to have other plans though. Grabbing the back of my head he started pushing his cock in deeper and deeper. I gagged when it hit my throat but he kept pushing it in. I thought my throat was going to rip open it hurt so much, but finally I felt his balls slap against my chin.

I tried to pull away but he held my head there cutting off my breathing. I started to panic and all of fantasies quickly gave way to fear. Just as I thought I was going to black out he started to pull back. Soon he was pumping in and out of my mouth just like it was a pussy.

Every now and then he would push all the way back in and hold it there cutting off my air again. After what had to be almost ten minutes he started picking up his pace and soon he thrust all the way in again and started spraying his seed down my gullet.

He sprayed so much that I thought I would drown in his sperm when he finally pulled out and spoke again, “you’re a pretty good little cocksucker. Ill bet those brothers are gonna love fucking your mouth and ass pussy tonight slut. Youre going to go in that room and do whatever they want and let them fuck your holes as hard as they want or else youre going straight to the police. You got it you white cocksucking fag.”

I just nodded feeling both apprehensive and excited and scared about what lay ahead of me for the night.

“What are you going to be for my Halloween party?”

A simple question, really, but one I had been avoiding.

My friend and co-worker, Jackie stared at me as she waited for the answer.

“You know, when I was a kid, I loved dressing up for Halloween. Free candy and all that. Now. I am a 35-year-old man. Who wants to see me dressed up as Superman or Batman. No one that’s who.”

“Come on, Robert. I don’t host parties very often. And you know I love Halloween. This will give you a chance to meet some of my friends. And I certainly agree that you won’t fool anyone dressed as Superman.”

She was right about that. I had never been what you call a he-man. 5-5 and 130 pounds were not a super hero’s ideal measurements.

“You could go as Napoleon or a Munchkin from Oz! Or Mini-me, or a Minion. Oh, I know; the guy who said ‘the plane, the plane’ on the old TV show.”

I have always been sensitive about my height. My entire body, really. Jackie always knew when she could push my buttons and when I was not in the mood.

“All right, all right, enough of the short jokes,” I said with a bit of a laugh in my voice .

“The thing that’s wrong with Halloween is that all the best costumes are sexy outfits for the women. There’s only munchkin costumes for guys like me.”

Jackie appeared to have an “Eureka” moment.

“Meet me at my apartment at about seven tonight. We can get a pizza and I’ll have some costume ideas for you.”

Yikes. There went my excuse for missing the party. There was no telling what this girl would come up with. At her last Halloween party she talked another male coworker into going as a penis. To make sure everyone knew they were together she dressed as a very pink, very hairy vagina. I could hardly wait until I saw what she had in mind for me at this party.

I hoped that she had gotten rid of that costume. At least I was too short to wear the penis suit.

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I grew up in a home with just my mother and two older half sisters. It was the four of us plus a steady stream of ‘visitors’ to my mothers bedroom. Later my sisters did their share of after school entertaining. There was a constant stream of different men in our house.

I attended a small country school that was rich in athletic accomplishments. I was no athlete. My sole contribution to the school’s athletic tradition was helping the cheerleaders come up with snappy slogans for the signs they hung up at the football field on game day.

“Pluck the Eagles” and “Shave the Beavers” were both mine. I spent a lot of time in the principal’s office during my high school years

I was considered a ‘brain.’ If this little school had had a chess club, I would have been its president. I didn’t belong there and the jocks knew it. I was constantly bullied.

I was not only short, I was not manly in any aspect. I had a soft voice that came in handy when I sang in the choir, However, it did not project masculinity. I had soft features and very little body hair. This was even more reason not to do sports; I would never survive the post game showers.

I know that people thought I was gay, but I did like girls, and later, women. Trouble was getting them. I had no chance at the best looking ones. The jocks had them all locked up. But even the not-quite-so-good-looking ones felt they could do better than me. That left me with the girls described as having a ‘good personality.’ Even so, they always seemed to want to be ‘just friends. I was okay with that.

Did I have a curiosity about being with a man sexually? Not abnormally so. I mean, I do not know how other men feel about that. Or if I were more or less inclined that way than the average male. Like everyone else I do watch porn. And if I see a fine male specimen, I do appreciate his masculinity. Doesn’t everyone?

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I live in the same apartment complex as Jackie, so getting there early was not a problem.

Jackie answered the door quickly, as if she was anxious to see me. This was not her usual 2-3 minutes to answer. She must have thought I was the pizza guy. When the pizza did get there, we ate in silence. When we finished, she went to her bedroom.

She returned carrying two very small costumes. As I looked closer one was a short, lacy, black French maid uniform. I assumed the other to be some sort of cat woman suit. She held them up.

“Which one do you like?”

“I think you would look hot in either. Much better than the famous pink number you wore.”

“Shut up! That pussy suit was the talk or the party,”

“It was talked about all right.”

“Regardless of that, these are your halloween costumes!”

“What? Oh no, I am not wearing either of those. Get serious.” I gave her my best scowl.

“I am serious. You were complaining that there were no fun costumes for men.”

She had a point there. I had never thought to dress as a woman.

“I am not wearing those.”

Jackie was not slowed by my denial. “I guessed you would say that. Come on back to my bedroom and let’s see what we fatih escort bayan can find!”

“I thought I would never get invited back there.” We had always joked about taking our friendship to another level, but it would never happen

“Easy there, stud. You aren’t getting me that easily,” she said,

“I can dream”

“Well, here we are.” Jackie said.

It was a pretty standard bedroom. It had the same layout as my bedroom only nicely decorated and neat. Very inviting.

“What am I supposed to see?”

“My closet,” Jackie all but squealed. “If you don’t want to be Cat Woman, then we will make it just a woman!”

“I said no.”

“What you said was you were not going to wear either of those two costumes. Let me make you up for this party and you can go back to your ‘masculine’ life. We are about the same size so my clothes should fit you. Come on, be a sport! I’m betting you have at least thought about dressing in women’s clothing.”

I was a bit taken aback by her suggestion but was also intrigued.

While I have never actually dressed as a woman I always thought that their clothing was sexy. Growing up with two sisters and my mother gave me ample opportunity but I never tried on any of their stuff. All right, I will admit to trying on their panties. Ok, and their high heels. I almost got caught. End of story. Now I would have a chance to do it without the guilt.

‘”Okay,” I mumbled. “Let’s get it over with. What do you want me to do?”

“Saying yes is all I needed.” She pulled a tape measure out of a night stand drawer.

“I just need some measurements and I’ll do all the rest. You just show up next Friday at seven. I’ll have everything prepared then.”

“OK I’ll be here. I won’t even ask why you have a measuring tape by your bed.”

“Never mind that! Now I want you to take off your clothes so I can get accurate measurements.”

“But….”

“But nothing. Just it down to your underwear. Tightie Whiteys I’m guessing.”

I complied with her request. She was thorough with her measuring tape. Jackie was really getting into this “dressing Robert up” scenario. I would not find out until the following Friday just how into it she was.

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I will have to admit over the next few days that I found myself thinking more and more about what Jackie had in store for me. I had tried to get details from her a couple of times at work, but she was tight lipped. I still got the feeling she was more excited about it than I was .

Every time I thought about it I did get a little more excited. Not so much sexually as it was as a novelty. I looked at it as finally having a cool Halloween costume. At least I tried not to read any more into it than that.

This time as I approached Jackie’s apartment at the appointed hour she was waiting outside.

“You’re a bit eager aren’t you?” Jackie looked a bit embarrassed. I could not figure out why this is so important to her. After all, I was the one getting dressed like I was a Barbie doll.

“I’ve already spent $200 on your little costume and accessories. So you’re darn right I’m eager.”

“$200! Why are you going so overboard just to dress me up?”

“Call it my gift to you.”

“$200 could’ve gotten me a much better gift.” I could think of many ways that I could make better use of $200.

Jackie ignored me. “Lets go inside, I’m ready to meet Amy!”

`”Amy?”

“You, silly. Once I get you dolled up, I can’t introduce you as “Robert” that way now can I? I had to come up with a girl name for you. I hope you like it.”

“Whatever.”

Inside she once again took me to the bedroom. There on the bed were several dresses as well as bras and panties. There were a couple pairs of shoes. One pair had relatively short heels, but the other had very tall, slender heels — classic stilettos. I hoped she hadn’t planned on me wearing them. I remember back to almost breaking an ankle in my mother’s heels.

“First things first. Take your clothes off, all of them this time. I need you to get in the shower and shave your legs, armpits and anything else that might show. Shave around your weenie while you’re at it. From what I saw last time, this should not take long. I will help you if you can’t reach a spot. Just let me know.”

She certainly had prepared for this. She had three types of razors as well as different creams and lotions. I wasn’t sure about my back since I wasn’t sure if it would show so I called Jackie. She answered by opening the shower door and stepping in — totally nude! She was close to my height and build, but all similarities ended there. All the years that I spent studying her body through her clothes did not prepare me for the real thing. Her ass was perfect, her breasts were perky B cups and her pussy was shaved. She was magnificent. I could not take my eyes off her.

“All right, pop your eyes back in their sockets. I’m only naked to help you out.”

True to her word, she finished shaving me. I would need to shave again before the party, mecidiyeköy escort bayan but for now I was very smooth. Jackie wanted me prepared for our dress up game.

We stayed naked as we returned to the bedroom. We started out with the bras. Obviously I didn’t have breasts but Jackie had that covered. She had bought padded inserts that helped the bras fit better. We picked through her bra collection. She suggested a black lacy one that was very sexy. She had me try on 6-7 pairs of panties before picking the ones that matched the bra. I think she was enjoying watching me pulling the panties on and off over my persistent hard-on. To tell the truth I was enjoying it too.

I only tried on three dresses before settling on a black dress with a high neckline that would help cover my lack of cleavage and my Adam’s Apple. It was a little short for my comfort, coming up a little over halfway up my thighs. Still it clung very nicely to my body. It was tight in just the right places. I have to admit I looked damned good in it.

A pair of black stockings and the stiletto heels I had seen earlier completed my basic outfit. Looking at myself in a full length mirror pleased me. Even without make-up and a wig the costume was taking shape.

After that I got dressed in my own clothes. Jackie, still naked, walked me to the door. She handed me a piece of paper with several businesses written on it. Each business had a person’s name beside it.

“I will be busy next week getting ready for the party. The day of the party I want you to go by these businesses and ask for these people. They will help with your preparation for the party. Don’t worry about the cost it’s all been taken care of.”

“OK,” was all I had a chances to say before she hurried me out the door with my outfit in a large shopping bag.

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The next few days until the party were interesting to say the least. I tried on the outfit every day after work just for ‘practice’. At least that was my excuse. One day I even wore the panties and stockings under my work clothes. I was on the brink of orgasm the whole day. I was beginning to like this ‘costume.’

I loved the heels. Not only did they give me a little more height but they made my legs look great. I practiced wearing them around the apartment so much I was afraid of ruining them before the party.

I got up early on the morning of the party, showered and shaved my exposed areas. That didn’t take long as my hair had not grown much since the shave that naked Jackie had given me.

The places I was to visit were a day spa for a massage, a nail place for a manicure and a pedicure followed by a hair salon to get a wig attached and styled. I probably looked silly but it was halloween.

Finally only one place remained. It was an apartment in my complex! The note said to bring my entire costume with me.

I rang the bell not knowing quite what to expect. I soon found out. A heavyset lady (?) with a thickly made up face answered the door.

“You must be Amy!”

“No, I’m Ro…..yes you are right, I’m Amy. Jackie sent me.”

“She never told me you were such a natural. Your face is so is so smooth. It is like a fresh canvas for me. Lets get started.”

The lady, who went by “Frida” took me to her bathroom. She had a make-up parlor ready for me. She went to work crafting my ‘look.’ She would not let me look in a mirror until she was done. She instructed to me put on the outfit. She chose some black and red bracelets and a small clutch to accessorize my dress and my bright red fingernails. It was time to check that mirror.

I looked fantastic! I was a thirty-ish, well dressed, sexy woman! My wig was a light brunette that reminded me of Jennifer Aniston during her “Friends” days. My make-up, courtesy of Frida, was very complimentary . Mascara, eye shadow, foundation, blush were tastefully done. I especially liked how the red lipstick complimented my nails. My legs looked sexy in the stockings and high heels. Frida had done away with the bra inserts and provided natural silicon breasts that glued directly to my chest. They had a more natural look.

I was the type of woman that I would have no chance with. For the first time since Jackie had suggested it, I felt comfortable dressed this way. After some last minute coaching from Frida on how to walk and talk, I was ready for the party.

“Go get them, Amy”

Who exactly was I supposed to get?

As I turned toward Frlda, she reached up and pulled her wig off.

“You may as well call me by my real name, . Everyone close to me does. I’m Fritz.”

“OK Fritz, you know my name is Robert.

“Oh yes, but it is Amy — at least for tonight. If you ever need help with your make up again let me know. Jackie always knows how to get in touch with me.”

“Why…what,” I started to mumble as I made my way out the door. If I needed help with make-up again?

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I dropped off my male clothes at my apartment and walked over to Jackie’s. She had opted topkapı escort bayan for the cat suit. I could see by the look on her face that that she was impressed with her creation.

“Amy, come here.” Jackie gave me a hug. As she did, she whispered in my ear, “Play along. You are an old old college roommate.”

“Jackie Jackie, Its been a long time, Sweetie,”I said in my best womanly voice. I had practiced the voice almost as much as I had walking in high heels. I hoped I was doing a passable job on both. If not. I was just a guy dressed for Halloween, right?

Jackie quickly left me on my own after announcing me as her old roomy. There were not too many people there since this was a smallish apartment. There were the usual cheesy adult halloween get-ups. A cowboy and saloon girl, Batman, and a nicely done zombie. For once I was hot and not some troll standing in the corner.

I was glad Jackie did not invite anyone else from work. Actually that wasn’t entirely true. Part of me wanted to test “Amy’s” identity.

I mingled for awhile, drinking a couple of glasses of wine as I went along. I was about to get glass number three when I was handed one by a guy. I was taken by surprise since I had never been given a drink by a guy before. I managed to accept it graciously . I had noticed him earlier but hadn’t talked to him yet. His costume was a set of surgical scrubs and stethoscope.

“Amy is it? Or is it Aaron, or maybe Michael or….?”

“Robert. Am I that obvious?”

“Absolutely not! I consider myself a bit of an expert at spotting cross dressers, transexuals and every differently gendered group there is.”

“I must have been easy for an expert such as yourself, Mr…or Dr…?”

“Dr. Jones is good enough for now. And no it was not easy in your case. You are very close to being passable in appearance. By the way, I could tell that Fritz, Frida that is, did your make-up — a true artist. However, you had a couple of minor high heel missteps that gave you away. A woman of your beauty is usually vain enough wear heels so often that she rarely has even the smallest stumble. That plus fact that you have absolutely no idea how to hold a wine glass by the stem with those fake fingernails. I also know that Jackie had no roommates in college so there would be no reason to announce you as such.

“I see, Dr. Jones. Or is it Sherlock Holmes. And what is your expertise based on? Are you a Sociology professor.”

“No, no, Miss Amy. Lets just say I have a life-long interest in the subject and leave it at that.

“I suppose I should be flattered”

“You should be. But I have to ask how long have you been cross dressing? As good as you are at it, you must have been doing it for awhile now.”

“Less than a week.”

“That’s unbelievable. I would have guessed closer to a year. You are very close to being undetectable. You are quite the natural.”

“I practiced a lot for tonight.”

“A few more sessions with Fritz will do you some good in that regard.”

“I’m sure. How are you acquainted with Fritz, er, Frida?

“Another life long interest I’m afraid. And before you ask, no I have never cross-dressed. I am just attracted to them. Another life long…”

“Interest, yeah I get it.”

Although the good doctor was certainly enigmatic, he was also starting to appeal to me. That may have partly been attributable to the fact that I was standing there dressed as a woman. But l did not think so. That scared me.

After another glass of wine, I was definitely attracted. I made an excuse and said my goodbyes to Dr Jones before the wine made me do something I would regret. I was always a light weight when it came to alcohol.

“Very well, then Amy. Don’t deny your nature.”

I walked off with his words ringing in my ears.

I mingled a bit more, eventually talking to to a male friend of Jackie. He apparently did not even question if I were truly a female. He went as far to try to steal a kiss. I might have let him if not for the unwavering stare of the mysterious Dr. Jones. I went over to confront him.

“Was that what you were waiting to see? A man making a pass at me?”

“No, this is what I wanted.” Dr. Jones pulled me to him and kissed me long and deeply. After a second or two of surprise, I found myself kissing him in return. His mouth had a slight taste of mint. I was kissing a man! And enjoying it. Once I started, I couldn’t seem to bring myself to stop. It was as if an emotional dam had broken, spilling repressed aspects of my life. I was vaguely aware of the scene we were creating. We stopped kissing for a bit.

“We should get a room,” said Dr. Jones.

“I already have one. Next building over. I should let Jackie know.”

“I don’t think she will mind. She pulled a young man into her bedroom earlier. What appeared to be a cat suit turned out to be a cougar suit.”

With that, we made our way to my apartment. What was normally a two minute walk took us almost thirty as we stopped to kiss several times. I could not get enough of this arrogant man’s tongue in my mouth. I even allowed his hands on my ass as he moved the hem of my dress up nearly to my waist. I should have felt awkward standing there that exposed for any of my neighbors to see but I didn’t feel odd. I felt incredibly turned on. And I had a feeling my neighbors would be getting used to seeing me with men.

Edited by HotandHollow

**All characters are of legal age for adult content.**

We Continue from where we left off with our brave hero, as his adventure continues during his summer of higher education learning! This is a continuing series I’ll be releasing as my helpful editor(s) help me clean up my mess.. Much thanks goes out to them, as the editor(s) that helped will be listed with each chapter. Thanks gang!

Chapter 4

Another morning, another day. Waking up, I did feel a little regret. I shouldn’t have these thoughts about Mark. I decided to stop looking at his body and try to avoid these thoughts. All the same, I still pulled a fresh thong into place, then some shorts and a tank top. I ran out the truck, on time, with my Pop Tart and coffee.

“Hey man, you look like you got a good rest. Ready to work?” Mark asked as I climbed in the passenger seat.

“Sure, bud,” I replied. “Slept like a baby.”

Mark shook his head a little and said, “Look man, don’t feel weird about yesterday. We both like to wear panties, it’s not a big deal. If you decide you really like it, don’t be afraid to ask any questions, or for more. My sister has left so much stuff at home, she’ll never miss any of it. You could try those stockings next, or even a bra if you want! No one would know but me. Hell, I’ll wear the same stuff too if it makes you feel better about it. But you should probably shave before going that far. Or wax. I can help you if you want. Some spots are hard to reach. You can help me too, in return!” He was excited now.

My plan to ignore Mark’s body lasted a whole three minutes, as thoughts of us shaving each other flooded my mind. You’ve got the willpower of a priest, Alan. “Look man, I like hanging out with you — we’re best friends after all. But this is all so new to me, these feelings…uhm…I mean, like wearing these panties has been fun, but this cage…the chastity cage…it’s really tight now, and I can’t stop thinking weird thoughts. I think I may need your help getting Ms. Kelly to let me out,” I pleaded to Mark, whining a bit.

“Sounds like it’s working then, man,” Mark replied. “Look, keep going for a few more days and I’ll take you back over to see Ms. Kelly. Besides, she’s still out of town, so nothing we can do about it for now.” He had a point. It’s not like she was home anyways.

To work we went. I tried to focus on my work as best as I could. It was hard, and Mark definitely saw me grinding my backside against a few things. I can only imagine how silly I must have looked, but I was so turned on all the time now I didn’t care during my search for pleasure.

He made a phone call after lunch and I could tell he was talking to Ms. Kelly. They spoke for about five minutes and Mark came over to me to discuss what they talked about.

He said, “Ms. Kelly said she was so happy you were still going, watching the videos, and using the audio files. She said while she is away, we can use her place to hang out and drink if we need a break from our parents. She said there’s food in the fridge — behind the beer. Haha!”

So after work, that’s where we went. No young man could turn down free food and beer, it’s in our DNA! After we ate and had a few beers, we moved to the living room couch where Mark served me a fresh glass of beer. We watched some TV for a bit while bullshitting a little.

As my beer got close to empty, Mark asked, “So, want to go ahead and shave some of that nasty hair off your body? Be smooth and sexy like me, bro? Ms. Kelly loves how smooth my body is…can’t keep her hands off me!”

Intrigued by it all, and how I felt so loose after those beers, I said, “Why not?” If it works for Mark, it will work for me, I thought. Mark jumped up, excited. I giggled at his level of excitement. I guess I was excited too.

We both ran up to Ms. Kelly’s room. Her room was so nice, and smelled so good. My mind immediately went back to my first trip there, where Ms. Kelly had sucked my dick and made out with me, feeding me some of my own cum. I even thought closely about her making out with Mark too, nişantaşı escort bayan knowing he was tasting my cum as well. My cage started to get real tight.

“Stop spacing out, and take off your clothes already,” Mark chastised me. Feeling completely normal with being nude around Mark at this point, I peeled out of my clothing, and stood there with only my plastic prison around my dick covering any part of me. Mark undressed too, wearing just a pair of panties.

His cock was hard again, like the day before. As I looked back up to his face, I saw him smiling again. “Go ahead into the bathroom and get the water going, I’ll help you out since this is your first time. And help with the hard-to-reach spots,” he said. Mark stayed behind in the bedroom, laying out a bag’s contents onto the bed.

Walking around naked with just my best friend around wasn’t weird to me. I felt a little pride for some reason in my ability to see it as normal and fun. I got the water running in the bathtub to a nice hot temperature, dropped some of the fruity smelling soaps into the running water so it bubbled slightly. I got in and started washing myself with a scrub rag and body soap.

My back was to the door but I heard Mark enter the bathroom. He knelt on the floor outside the tub behind me and handed me some shaving cream and a pink ladies razor that must be Ms. Kelly’s. He said, “Go ahead and get started lathering up your chest and arms.” He got some music going.

I thought he would play some rock and roll or whatever, but it ended up being calming music, like the audio files Ms. Kelly had given me to help me sleep while in chastity. It was relaxing, and kept me feeling pretty good.

There isn’t a lot of body hair on me, to be honest, so after lathering up my chest and shaving it, and then doing my arms, I thought this was going to be nice and easy. Mark helped do my back, telling me we should shave over every inch just to get it all, even if my back looked pretty smooth to begin with. He lathered up all the way down to my ass crack, and shaved just as far. It felt pretty good when he put his left arm on my shoulder, or my side, or my waist to hold me still while his right hand worked the razor over my sensitive skin.

When he finished with my back, he told me to go ahead and sit on the edge of the large soaking tub so I could start working my legs. As I sat on the edge, I got my first view that Mark was actually completely naked. His dick was sticking straight out and up, bobbing as he moved. A feeling crept into my stomach. I thought it was nervousness…but being honest with myself, it was excitement.

He had no hair anywhere on his cock or balls, and it looked so cute to me. Mark caught me staring, again, and smiled. I wanted to look at it more, but was too embarrassed under Mark’s gaze, so I got to work on my legs. Mark gave me tips as I went along: which direction to go, to not go over anything that doesn’t have shaving cream or soap covering it, and other tips to avoiding razor burn and cuts.

I was appreciative of the advice, I didn’t want to fuck this up. I wanted to look as good as Mark does when hairless and smooth. Cute and hair free, smooth and sexy. I was panting slightly as my sexual excitement level was ratcheting up from being naked with my smooth and hairless best friend. We would look so pretty next to each other when I was done!

When I finished with everything within reach, I tried to hide my newfound excitement at the thought that now Mark was going to help me with the hard-to-reach spots. He’d already done my back, so that left behind my balls and my ass. If I hadn’t been in chastity for almost a week, if I hadn’t been wearing sexy panties, if I hadn’t been drinking all night, and lastly, if I hadn’t been playing with those two spots to give myself pleasure, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be doing any of this, let alone being excited at the thought of someone else touching those spots.

I sat there, nervously waiting for Mark to give me direction.

“OK, you ready for the fun parts? This is going to be şişli escort bayan weird the first time, at least it was for me, but I’m here, bud. I got you. So go ahead and get on all fours, facing away from me,” Mark directed me.

I complied, probably a bit too quickly, betraying my excitement. He had to know how excited I was to feel someone’s touch, but I didn’t care at this point. It didn’t lower my excitement at all when Mark climbed into the tub behind me, the exact opposite to be honest. I was panting slightly at this point with the lewd thoughts of Mark sitting behind me, his face probably only inches from my asshole. Mark finally spoke, “You are so going to owe me after this, man. Big time.”

“Anything,” is all I could muster in reply. I sounded like those horny sluts in all the porn I’ve watched. Shit! I’d probably be better off having said nothing…

Then Mark started. I felt him pour warm water over my ass, trickling down my asshole. I could feel my pucker flinching like when I rubbed my finger over it. I was excited for more.

“Here, push your back down so your ass sticks out more, it will make this easier for me,” Mark instructed, while pushing down on my lower back with his hand. “Now move your legs apart more,” again he said while pushing my thighs apart slightly.

As he smoothed shaving cream over my entire behind, I felt the razor glide over my upper thighs and ass cheeks. He then moved to between my legs, behind my balls, slowly applying shaving cream to my sensitive areas. Electric bolts crashed up my spine as Mark moved my balls and caged cock out of the way of the razor. He washed it all off and ran his hands over my ass checks and taint. I was open-mouth panting at this point.

“OK, time for the hardest part. I’m going to apply the shaving cream and shave your ass crack now. You ready, bro?” Mark queried.

“Uh…yeah. Yes. I…I’m ready,” was all I could muster, sounding faint and weak. I was in such a state of compliance, I’m surprised I didn’t say anything more embarrassing!

I yelped in a high-pitch voice when his hand spread shaving cream in my ass crack and on my asshole. He really was working the lather up. It was driving me crazy, and my body on its own started humping back onto his hand. “Calm down, you fucken’ slut,” Mark said, followed by a hard slap on my ass cheek. A second high-pitch yelp escaped me.

Mark shaved my ass crack and around my asshole with some speed. I felt cheated when he was done. I wanted more. I was happy to be on all fours in water, that way no one could see how much precum I exuded thanks to the water in the tub. In my mind, it was gallons.

Another slap on my ass followed by Mark saying, “OK, all done! I think it looks great, bud. I think you look real…cute too…,” he trailed off.

I started to stand my upper body up off my hands, and sank down into the tub to sit in the water. When my ass came down, I was sitting right in Mark’s lap, his cock trapped between my ass and his abdomen! I stopped dead, “Sorry man, shit…I really didn’t think you were right there. I’m real—”

Mark grabbed my waist and pulled me down tight against him as I tried to get back up. I was off balance and fell back down on his cock again. His mouth was right next to my ear, and he hissed at me, “Just go with it. I know you like the feeling back there. I saw you humping back at my hand like a thirsty slut. Go ahead and start grinding, just like you know you want to!”

I was frozen in place at those words. Did I want to? For the reasons stated above, you’re damn right I wanted to. I was craving a foreign touch to my now overly sensitive and hairless body.

After jerking off every day for who knows how long, it only took me a few days in a chastity cage to be looking for any sort of outside touch. My mind was so fogged with the search for pleasure that I didn’t even care or think about sexuality, right or wrong. I was laser focused on pleasure, and pleasure alone.

So there I was, pulling forward, pushing backward, over and over, while sitting naked in taksim escort bayan a bathtub, on top of my best friend’s lap. Not to mention, just like in that video where I ate my own cum for the first time, I was now the one with the smooth legs and ass that was hot-dogging a hard cock.

It felt amazing to feel something rubbing across my asshole, filling the space between my ass cheeks. It was hard, yet soft and smooth in the bathwater. I swear his cock was two-hundred degrees it felt so warm! There was a fire back there, of passion and need. I didn’t care what this was, I just needed it then and there.

Mark was whispering things in my ear the whole time. He would say, “Yeah, ride it!” or “Get on it, push it real nice and smooth!” and “God you’re ass feels amazing, you slut!” Along with other degrading things, making me feel like a piece of meat, a lesser being, but I didn’t care at all. It added to the intensity of my arousal. Surely, I was filling the tub with precum at this point.

Finally, after who knows how long, Mark grabbed my hips with both hands and pushed me down hard. He was grunting in my ear about taking his load or some such, as I sensed him spraying me with his seed, the water we were sitting in making it impossible to feel it.

“Mark, you have to help me…please! Get this cage off me, I’m gonna lose my mind!” I pleaded. I prayed for his help.

Mark was still huffing a bit after his climax, but responded with, “No can do, bud. I promised Ms. Kelly you would remain chaste. Damn, you got a cute butt. You should always wear thongs.”

WTF, was all I could think. Is this happening? Did THAT just happen? What the fuck am I going to do now? What does this even mean? My head was swimming with questions, concerns, and dire levels of arousal.

“OK, clean up. I’m going to bed. Make sure you watch your video, and listen to the audio files like Ms. Kelly told you to do. Goodnight,” Mark said, and then he was gone, back into the bedroom to sleep.

I grabbed my phone and pulled up that night’s video while still in the tub, thinking the

water may help. The video had the women and their boys in a new phase of relationship. Some of the guys were tied to these wooden apparatuses, with their butts pointed high. Their partners were behind them, stroking rubber cocks that the ladies had belted on.

I knew what was coming next — those women began pushing those rubber cocks of varying design into the assholes of their partners. Some of the young men were screaming open-mouthed, others were enjoying it. The ones who enjoyed it looked so happy. My hand was already in my freshly shaved ass crack, and before I knew it, I was working a finger into my asshole.

I didn’t know what I was doing, and it was hard to reach properly. I was in search of the feeling of Mark’s cock sliding along my asshole, and what it would be like if it slipped inside me. I curled my finger into my rectum. It was tight, real tight, making it awkward to work my way in and out with just one finger. It didn’t provide what I thought it would…It just felt…well, like I was doing what I thought I was supposed to.

Removing the finger, I rubbed along my ass crack, paying attention to causing friction across my asshole. It felt real good, but not as exquisite as Mark’s cock gliding across my sensitive flesh.

I did this for the whole video, about forty-minutes’ worth. By the end I was tired and just couldn’t go on with it. I was still heavily aroused, but my dick wasn’t straining in the cage anymore, like it had just run out of gas, threw in the towel. I cleaned up and got dry.

On one side of the bed were the items Mark had laid out for me earlier: a lacy thong, a tight cutoff shirt, and small gym shorts. Clearly girls clothes. I put them on and left Mark to sleep peacefully in Ms. Kelly’s bed, as I made my way to one of her daughter’s rooms to sleep.

I was too embarrassed and aroused to sleep next to Mark. I didn’t know what I would do if he told me to do something. Putting my earbuds in and hitting play, the audio eventually put me to sleep.

It was a bit tough after all that happened, after all that excitement, and after knowing that I’d crossed a line sexually that I used to think was a solid wall. I shaved my entire body smooth with my friend’s help. I wore girlier and girlier clothing. I rubbed another man’s cock with my ass…

I loved every second of it all.