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I was sitting at the bar having a beer after a crappy day at work. Things were not going my way today. I was not in the best of moods. The door opened and in walked a group of girls. I looked up and cursed under my breath. Jen and two of her friends walked past me. I hated Jen. She was a high school classmate of mine, my enemy. Her eyes caught mine and I glanced for a second to see her give me a dirty look, before I looked away. The night could not get worse.

I decided to finish my beer and leave until my friend John walked in. He sat next to me and we chatted while sharing a few beers. I headed to the back of the bar to use the restroom. As I made my way down the narrow hallway to the restroom, Jen exited the women’s restroom. I looked down to avoid eye contact. I turned to enter the restroom when the door unexpectedly swung open towards me. I took a step back and accidentally bumped into Jen.

“Look out you ass.”, she quipped as she hurried past me.

I refrained from replying while wishing to put her in her place. Who the hell did she think she was? What made her think she was so much better than most people? I never understood the bitch.

I made my way back to the bar and shared a few more drinks with John. It was getting late and John said he was headed home. I followed him out the back exit that faced an alley. I stopped at the exit to smoke a cigarette before leaving. As I stood there, I heard Jen and her friend talking as they waited in line for the restroom, which was by the exit. I could tell Jen was getting drunk because she was talking loud, louder than normal. I felt my blood pressure begin to boil as I took a long drag of the cigarette.

“I can’t believe Dave ran into me. He is such an asshole. What a fucking idiot.”

“Jen, what is it with you two? You two have always seemed to hate each other”

“Marcy, he gets on my nerves. He is such a loser.”

I took another drag of my cigarette as the voices vanished. I figured they must have had their turn in the restroom. I was finishing my cigarette and putting it in the receptical when the door opened in front of me. I turned to look as the body passed by and the door swung closed. I immediately noticed it was Jen. I quietly followed a few steps behind as she headed towards the cars parked on the other end of the alley, which is where my car was also parked. As she approached her car, I sped up and grabbed a handful of her dark, straight hair, which was pulled back in a pony tail.

I heard her squeal in pain as I pulled her from behind towards my car. I stopped in front of my trunk and begun unlocking it with my left hand, while holding her at bay with my right hand slightly behind my body. I felt her try to turn away from me. I jerked my right hand toward me and pulled her head back, almost knocking her off her feet. I raised the lid of the trunk and pulled my right hand towards the trunk. It felt like one swift move and I was shutting the trunk lid on top of her body, trapping her inside.

I quickly jumped into the car and took off, heading towards metinhukukburosu.com my college house I was renting. It had been three years since we had graduated. I hated her as much as the day I last walked through the high school doors. My apartment was minutes away so I had time to make a plan. I couldn’t believe I had actually grabbed her and put her in my trunk. I could hear her cussing as I headed out of town. I turned up the music to drown her annoying voice out. I thought about the fact she had a husband and two kids at home as I headed down the highway. I imagined how happy they would be to have space from this annoying bitch for a brief period.

I pulled into my driveway and parked in the garage. It was Friday so my roommates headed home for the weekend. I closed the garage door and unlocked the trunk. I opened the trunk to see the worst glare I had ever experience. I leaned down to reach inside the trunk when she lifted her leg and kicked me in the face. I took a step back before regaining my balance. I shoved her leg back into the trunk then reached down and grabbed the ponytail once more. I yanked as hard as I could and dragged her out of the trunk.

Tears were running down her face as she scowled, “Let my go you stupid son of a bitch. What the fuck are you doing?”

“Shut the fuck up you whore. I cannot stand the sound of your voice!”, I replied as I dragged her to the front of the garage. I held her at bay as I cleaned the tools off my tool bench table with one quick swipe. I caught a glimpse of the metal clamps attached to the tool bench table. It was normally used to hold a pipe or a piece of wood while they were being sawed. Tonight, it had a much different purpose.

Yanking her hair towards the table, I wound the clamps together. Her back smashed against the table and her back arched backwards as I held her hair between the clamps. She adjusted her body to keep on her feet. I felt her try to pull away, but I yanked her hair one more time, sure I was about to rip her hair from the roots of her head. I finished winding the clamps closed and let go of her hair. I took a step back and admired my handy work.

Tears were streaming down her face as she stood, bent backwards, helpless. Her eyes were closed as she sobbed. I surveyed her body, noticing her her tiny chest and hips were arched forward in an attempt to evenly distribute her weight. I ran inside and grabbed a scissors then cut her skimpy shirt from her body and removed her bra.

“Now listen here Jen. I want you to know I hate you with every living fiber in my body. I have never hated someone as much as you. You think you are God’s gift to the world. You think you are so much better than me for some fucking reason. There was not one day in high school where I didn’t want to beat your face in. If you were a man, I would have time and time again.”

I stared at her ugly face and pulled her glasses off her face. Her eyes shot open. I knew she was practically blind without her glasses. One advantage of knowing her well was knowing her downfalls. Believe me, I looked for them for many years.

“Fuck you John. Let me go. You are going to rot in jail for this you bastard.”

“Listen here. You are now going to be my slave. You will do whatever I tell you to and you will do it obediently. If you do not do as you are told, I will punish you and I will seriously harm your family. You have a lesson to learn.”

“I am sorry, John. I never meant to piss you off. I promise. I have learned my lesson. Please let me go. This hurts so bad. Please.”

I begin to laugh as I run my hands down the front of her body. My hands slide down her small chest. I never understood why she wore revealing shirts when she had practically nothing to reveal. I felt her nipples harden as my fingers ran over them and glided down her ribs.

“You tell me to let you go, but your body is telling me you like my touch.”

“You are one sick mother fucker. I will make sure you die for this. Don’t fucking touch me!”

“You mean like this?” I say as I run my hands over her chest again.

“You have such small ant hills. You husband must be so displeased with your lack of chest. I bet he wishes everyday that you had something on top of your chest. Your nipples are standing on end. I think you like me touching you.”

“You wish.”

“Listen. If you do not change your tone of voice immediately, you will regret ever knowing me. If you dare try screaming or running, I will kill your family. Trust me.”

“Whatever you sick bastard. You are such a loser. You have always been a loser.”

I smack her across the face then grab a hold of her protruding nipples and squeeze them as hard as I can. She tries to pull away only to be yanked back by her hair as her shoulders crash back to the table.

“Owwwwwww.”

Squeals of pain flow over and over from her lips as I inflict pain upon her body. I hold on to her nipples a second before I clear my voice. I look deep into her piercing eyes.

“Tell me I am your master. Tell me you will do as I say and I will let go.”

“Owwwwwww. OK you are my master. Owwwww I will do as you say. Stop please!”

I remove my hands from her chest and begin unbuttoning her jeans. She begs me to stop, but it is too late. Her jeans and panties rest around her ankles. I run my right hand down her arched mound, pressing against her outer labia. Her hips arch towards my hand as I giggle deviously.

“Ah you like my touch huh? You filthy little slut. Let’s see just how much you are liking this, my slave.”

My finger slips inside her lips, diving inside her inner walls. Her hips grind my finger a couple times before her hips rescind and try to avoid my finger. Jen tries to raise her leg and kick me away. I slap my hand against her pussy in punishment for her disobedience.

“You are going to learn one way or the other. I guess you are going to do things the hard way. That is okay. I will enjoy teaching you, you fucking worthless whore.”

She raises her dangling arms and tries to swing at me. I decide it is time to restrain her arms. Reaching down, I grab her shirt from the ground and tie her hands behind her back. I slide my hand over her mound once again before burying my index finger inside her snatch. Shocked by the amount of wetness surrounding my finger, I withdraw my finger from inside her.

“You really are liking this aren’t you? I know this will pain you to admit it, but I am actually turning you on. Tell me I am turning you on Jen.”

“Yes, John. My body is sensitive. I cannot help but be turned on, no matter how much I despise you right now. Please just let my hair out. I will do whatever you say. I promise. No tricks.”

“I must say I like your tone a lot better now. I cannot believe how much of a slut you are. Despite your immense hate for me, your body is begging for me to touch you. This is going to be fun.”

I squeeze her ant hills in my hands one more time before turning away from her and heading inside the house. I return naked carrying a stool. I set the stool in front of her body and guide my hard penis towards her pussy.

“You are my slave. You are a worthless slut and I will treat you as such. When I tell you to do something, you will do it immediately with no back talk or defiance. I will train you to be my submissive slave. If you do as told, you will be rewarded. If you defy me, you will be severely punished. Do you understand.?”

“Yes, master. I understand. I will do as you say, just please do not hurt me.”

Upon agreement, I slide my penis inside her and grind away. As I am moments from cumming, I pull out of her pussy and step up onto the stool. I stroke myself until my cum shoots all over her face and dribbles onto her chest.

“Swallow the semen in your mouth, my slave.”

“Yes, master. My head is killing me. Please let my head go master.”

I smack her face and tell her, “I did not tell you to speak. You only speak when I tell you to speak. You want me to release your head. Fine!”

I grab a hedger from a shelve and cut her ponytail off her head. Her head pulls away as she straightens her body. I laugh because her face is filled with total horror. She cannot believe I just cut all her long hair off her head, I can see it in her face. I push her back against the table and remove her jeans and panties from her legs. Now free to walk, I grab her by her bound hands and guide her inside the house. We walk though the kitchen and down my stairs to my basement. I tie her neck to a thick, metal pipe. I then tie her feet to the bottom of the pole and explain to her she is my pathetic pet.

Upstairs, I masturbate into a Popsicle maker until it is full and place it in the freezer then go shower. The hot water runs down my tired body. My mind is racing a million miles a minute. I build a plan in my head for Jen now that I have time to think.

Just before bed, I return to the basement to check on my pet. She is standing against the poll sobbing. I untie her hands from her back only to retie them to a cross-section pipe above her head. I pull up a stool bar for her to sit on. I untie her feet then bind them separately to the bottom of the stool, exposing herself to my whim. I turn out the lights and head upstairs to my bed.

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

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Dear Reader: This story is a response to a request. It’s a stretch for me to try an unfamiliar genre. Since I am not gay and have very little experience interacting with the gay lifestyle, please excuse my naive view and know I wrote from the heart. Regards, shptchr. As always, this story is fiction and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Now, on with the story.

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Andy Markson appears to be your average male. He is a bit shorter than average height and weight. He is handsome and has a slightly soft complexion. Women seem to flock to him like moth’s hover around a streetlight in the summer. Unfortunately, even with his good looks, high school was particularly problematic for Andy when it came to dating. His emotions were conflicted. The crowd he hung out with were much like him, outcasts from the socialites, athletes, and goth kids. Although Andy was successful academically and received a full-ride to a Division II college, he was a failure at romance. Throughout high school, he tried dating girls. His classmates bragged in the locker room about who they fondled, fingered, and fucked, but Andy could not bring himself to do so. He was scared of girls, and the thought of kissing or groping a girl at school was unnerving. Growing up in a profoundly religious home, his fire and brimstone Baptist mother put the fear of God in him.

Andy’s parents died at age 17, two days before his 18th birthday when they were killed by Tower 2 on 9-11. They were sightseeing in Manhattan when the tower collapsed and was buried under tons of debris. The loss of his parents was emotionally devastating.

In college, Andy struggled with his sexuality. Oh, he was cute all right, his physique was perfect to model underwear, but there were no agents in his Podunk Midwest farm school town who could give him a career. During his senior year, a very nice farm girl sat next to him in his Econ class. Andy liked her, and she would meet him in the commons building for lunch twice a week after class. About six weeks before graduation, Andy’s fraternity held an off-campus party celebrating the end of their schooling. Not one to be a party animal, Andy was required to be at the party because he was a sponsor of some of the freshmen pledges. He was sitting off to the side nursing a beer when the girl from his Econ class sat down next to him.

“Hi, Andy.”

“Hi, Mary.”

Andy hated parties, and it showed. The furrows in his brow were deep trenches as he watched the shenanigans of his frat brothers. He thought the immature people were disappointing and shameful. His mother taught him to always be the gentleman and to treat people nicely even if they may not do so to him.

“Penny for your thoughts Andy.”

“Uh, what, I’m sorry Mary, what did you say?”

Andy was in deep thought about his future. He had no home to return to because his parents did not have life insurance. The sale of the family home paid the mortgage, but it wasn’t enough to be comfortable. The sale of the house provided enough equity money to pay for his college education expenses, but he had to work part-time at the campus bookstore to make ends meet.

“I said, what are you thinking about?”

“Nothing, in particular, I was watching my idiot frat brothers making fools of themselves.”

“Andy, may I speak with you in private? It’s too loud in here. Follow me.”

Mary took Andy by the hand and walked upstairs to a bedroom where she and Andy were alone. Once inside the bedroom, she took Andy to the bed and sat down.

“Do you think I’m pretty?” Mary asked.

“Of course, I think your pretty. Mary, I think you are probably the prettiest girl at school.”

“But do you like me, Andy?”

“Yes, I like you.”

“Why then haven’t you tried to kiss me?”

Andy became very nervous. His blood pressure rose, he started to sweat, and his voice cracked as he spoke.”

“Well, ahem, I, ahem, girls and I, ahem…”

Quicker than he could realize, Mary stood up, faced Andy, put her hands on his shoulders, and pushed him onto the mattress. With her body weight on his, her mouth found his mouth, and they kissed. Mary’s tongue invaded his mouth. Andy was conflicted. On the one hand, he liked the feeling of Mary pressing against him. His dick engorged with blood as her hips ground against him. But, he was paralyzed as the sensations enveloped his brain. Mary stood up and worked to unbuckle his belt to remove his trousers. She was amazingly fast. In less than three seconds, Mary had his pants around his ankles. Andy’s eyes rolled back into his head as he felt the pleasant sensation of Mary’s mouth on his cock. Her tongue lapped at the underside on his Ahh-spot. Although Andy’s cock is longer than the average size man, his girth is typical, and Mary had only a little difficulty getting it down her throat. She was an expert cocksucker. Her hands were like that of an expensive call-girl, stroking him as she gorukle escort gave him head. His mind was awash with pleasure, and his climax was close at hand.

“I’m going to cum.” He warned.

Mary released his hard cock and crawled up straddling his legs. She lowered her naked quim onto his dick and started fucking him. The feeling of the warm tightness of her cunt on his cock was pleasurable but confusing. Andy felt the cum rising from his balls and prostate as Mary ground away. Her naked clit rubbed against his pubic hair causing her to moan. She brought his hands to her breasts and encouraged him to feel. Nature took its course, and a massive load of baby batter filled Mary’s cunt. She climaxed as she felt the hot cum coat her insides.

Breathing heavily, Mary collapsed onto Andy and spoke softly into his ear.

“God damn, that was good.”

A knock at the door startled Andy. He pushed her off him, pulled his pants up and dragged Mary into the adjoining bathroom.

“Is there anyone in there?” The voice said.

Andy opened the door to find Trevor Wilson, his frat brother standing with, make that holding up, a drunken girl. She was silly, smiling, and horny.

“Are you finished? Shelia here wants to fuck.”

“Ask your friend if he wants to join us. He’s cute.”

Without saying a word, Andy rushed out of the room, flew down the stairs, and drove back to his apartment leaving Mary far behind. He was sick to his stomach and barely made the toilet before vomiting. His mind was reeling with confusion. Mary is a nice girl. She was not drunk, she is fun to talk too, but he’s not sexually attracted to her.

For the next six-weeks, Andy avoided Mary as much as possible. When they were in class together, he was distant but cordial. When Mary tried to get Andy to go out with her to parties, Andy declined to say finals were coming soon.

Graduation came, and as he left the stage with his diploma holder, Mary found him. They had not spoken much since the party.

“Andy, I’m pregnant with your baby.”

“What? No way. How could you- “Mary cut him off mid-sentence.

“At the party. I’ve not been with anyone before or since. You are the father, Andy.”

His world collapsed in pfft of a second. His heart dropped, and his shoulders sank. Andy felt the weight of the world upon him. He turned and started walking away. Mary walked beside him and spoke:

“You can’t run away from this Andy. I’m carrying our baby, and I am NOT going to have an abortion or give it up for adoption. We are going to get married and raise our child together.”

Andy heard what Mary said, but did not process the information. His mind was in a fog of disbelief. Mary drug Andy toward where her parents were standing. Andy shuffled along barely able to walk.

“Mom, Dad, this is Andy. He’s the one I told you about.”

Mary’s father shook his hand vigorously.

“Glad to meet you son. I see you have been taking good care or our Mary.”

Her mother was next. She pulled herself close and hugged him tightly. She kissed him on the cheek and said:

“Mary has told us all about you.”

Mary had her arm through Andy’s beaming with pride. All he could do was produce a weak smile.

“Mom, Dad, Andy has asked me to marry him. We were waiting until we graduated before telling anyone.”

Both of Mary’s parents were super excited. Her mom had tons of questions to ask, and her father asked Andy about their future.

Andy started to think on his feet: “Well, we haven’t given it much thought yet. We both need to find jobs right away. Until then, we can stay in my apartment after the wedding and then decide what to do.”

Mary’s folks invited Andy to join them for lunch, and they walked toward their cars.

The wedding was a Catholic Mass. Several hundred people showed up for the combination wedding reception and the 25th anniversary of Mary’s parents. The events of the days leading up to and including the day of the wedding were a blur for Andy. He did not remember saying I do during the ceremony. It was as if Andy was dreaming a nightmare. At the wedding reception, a friend of Andy’s father-in-law offered Andy a job at his Port of Houston operations in the shipping and receiving department. He would oversee making sure cargo was loaded on ships and offloaded properly. It did not take long for Andy to become proficient at his job. He made enough money to afford a beautiful apartment in a suburb of Houston while Mary carried their baby.

Nine months to the day, Mary delivered a beautiful daughter. They named her Charity Ann Markson. When Andy first saw his daughter, it was love at first site. He had never felt this way before about anyone, and the emotions were overwhelming. From the instant first held Charity, her little hand latched on to his finger. It was as if they were meant to be together. Andy’s life started its downward spiral immediately after Charity was born. Sudden Infant Death Syndrom took Charity away from Andy when she was 8-weeks altıparmak eskort bayan old. After their first anniversary, Andy became a recluse and more disenchanted with marriage. Sex had become non-existent with Mary, and he was now resentful for trapping him. Andy tried hard, in the beginning, to make his marriage work. But he began to not look forward to having sex with Mary.

One afternoon, Andy came home unexpectedly for lunch. When he entered their apartment, he heard noises coming from the bedroom. The noise sounded like Mary might be in trouble. As he approached the bedroom, from the hallway he could listen to Mary say:

“Oh, yes, your cock is so big. Fuck me, fuck me hard. Give me that meat stick. Slam my cunt.”

Andy could not believe his ears. He peeked around the corner of the open bedroom door and saw Mary on their bed with her face on the mattress and one of his co-workers Jim Landers laying pipe. Mary’s head was facing away from the door and did not see Andy move to stand in the doorway leaning against the door jamb. Both Mary and Jim were fucking like animals. After a few minutes, Andy heard Jim grunt and moan while he was filling his wife with cum. Jim pulled out of Mary and lay beside her. She flopped onto her back next to Jim. Both were oblivious to Andy’s presence and were startled as he spoke:

“Mary, I don’t understand. Why did you do this?”

Jim sat upright and started putting his clothes on. Mary, on the other hand, said nothing. She lay there with a smirk on her face. Jim pushed past Andy and left their apartment. After she heard the front door slam, she flew into a rage:

“YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY?” Pointing to the cum dripping from her snatch she said: “THIS IS WHY! DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER THE LAST TIME WE HAD SEX? DO YOU?”

Andy realized he was a failure as a husband. He had zero sexual desire for his wife and accepted the fact that she was cheating on him. Calmly, he turned around and left.

Not knowing where to go, he drove aimlessly around the city. His thoughts were scattered. Several hours after leaving, Andy decided to return to his apartment, packed his suitcase, and stopped to speak with Mary.

“You are right. Our marriage is a sham. I have never loved you and have resented you trapping me into marriage. It makes no sense to stay married to you. You can have everything. I want nothing from you.”

Mary cried.

Their divorce was final six months later. Andy had quit his job and moved back to New York. He found work in Manhattan at an accounting firm following up on customer audits. His workday was to audit the auditors from his company. Life became boring for Andy, and he struggled with his sexuality. At home after work, he would often find himself looking at porn sites on the Internet and, when he saw a couple engaged in sex, his attention focused on the man and not the woman. Soon, he was discovering the joy of masturbation while looking at transexuals and transvestites. Something in his mind clicked, and he started ordering women’s underwear and stockings from the Internet. He would wear the garments while watching porn and jacking off.

Andy especially liked the feel of nylons on his legs and the silky feeling of a shimmering nightgown against his pantyhose clad legs. He was becoming a transvestite.

At first, he was not passable as a woman. He read many stories and realized that he was a woman trapped in a man’s body. The joy Andy felt dressed as a woman was exhilarating. Afraid to go out in public, he wore women’s clothes in private.

On weekends Andy would make his transformation right after work and stayed feminine until going to sleep Sunday night. Sometimes, he would wear a bra and panties to work. The tight feeling of the thong against his cock made him suffer from a hard-on nearly all day. On those days, he would make several restroom breaks to jack off and relieve the pressure. One night, Andy stumbled onto a website where transvestite men would meet and dress ladylike for one another. Stirring up the courage to meet a group of like-minded people, on the following Saturday afternoon, Andy packed a small suitcase with his feminine items and met two men at a gay bar. They had been chatting online for several weeks and had exchanged pictures of ordinary clothes and cross-dressing. Nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, the meet and greet went well. They agreed to share the cost of a hotel room together. Once inside the room, the three individuals started to prepare themselves. Andy was amazed at his transformation. The other two gave him tips on makeup, how to tuck his package, and how to walk and talk feminine. Andy felt he was passable and when the others decided to go back to the bar where they met, Andy was reticent but agreed to go. They arrived at the bar in a taxi, and as they exited, the doorman commented on how lovely the ladies looked. Andy felt flush as the gaze of the big and burly doorman smiled at him. Inside, the three found a table nilüfer eskort bayan and ordered drinks. It did not take long for handsome men to come to their table to talk. The other two excused themselves and left the table to go be with their male admirers. Andy was now alone.

Within a few minutes of his friends leaving, Andy felt like the woman in the Jimmy Buffet song Fins. “She’s takin’ care to look for sharks, they hang out in the local bars, and they feed right after dark. You got fins to the left, fins to the right, and you’re the only bait in town.”

One by one, admirers came up to Andy and chatted. When one asked his name, he was dumbfounded. He did not have a feminine moniker. He tried to be coy and dodged the question, but the man kept pressing for a name.

Finally, he said:

“Andrea.”

“Andrea is a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.” The man took Andrea’s lace gloved hand and kissed it. Andrea’s heart fluttered.

“My name is Howard, it’s very nice to meet you Andrea.”

Howard was an average male and ruggedly handsome. He was wearing an expensive suit, but his hands were rough and calloused. Andrea learned that Howard worked overseas 18-months at a time in the oil industry and had to return stateside when his visa was up. He would be home for six months and then back overseas again. Howard had just returned from southeast Asia.

After all the years of self-abuse for not being like a normal man, Andrea felt at ease with Howard. She liked the way the man was kind to her and showed an interest in her mind. At first, she was reluctant to speak, but the alcohol soon took her inhibitions. When the gentleman suggested that they retire to his apartment for some privacy, Andrea was ready.

In the years following her divorce from Mary, Andrea had come to realize she was gay and longed for the opportunity to suck on a cock. Now, she is giddy with excitement at the prospect of fulfilling her dreams and fantasies.

Howard was an international business traveler. He hop-scotched his way around the world selling computer parts for companies in southeast Asia. When Andrea entered his apartment in mid-town Manhattan, she was awestruck at the appointments and furnishings. Erotic paintings and sculptures from contemporary artists were throughout the place. Andrea was stupefied at the beauty before her eyes. Howard pointed to the large leather sofa, she sat at one end while Howard brought out a bottle of vintage Cabernet.

Sipping the French wine, Andrea asked:

“The artwork you have is lovely. Do I see a Monet over there in the hallway?”

“Yes it is a Monet, but it’s a terrible forgery. I bought in Paris several years ago from a gallery on Champs-Élysées back in the early 90s. I paid a pretty penny for it, only to find it was fake. I keep it there to remind me of how significant provenance is when trading art.”

“It certainly is beautiful.”

As you may imagine, Howard is a strong masculine figure compared to Andrea’s demur and feminine features. His expensive Italian suit, pheromone cologne, and buff physique contrast with her simple cocktail dress, stockings, and pumps. She is trembling with desire as Howard scoots closer to her.

“You know, Andrea I find you very attractive. I sense you are out for the first time as a woman. Is this true?”

Bowing her head and looking at her folded hands in her lap she let out a barely audible: “Yes.”

Taking his bent index finger and placing it under Andrea’s chin, he lifts it gently so he can look into her eyes. Her emotions run the gamut from fear and anxiety to butterflies in her stomach and downright horniness.

“May I kiss you little dove?” Howard asks.

Andrea closed her eyes and leaned forward as he brought his face near hers. When their lips touched, it was as if a million volts of electricity was triggering every neuron in her brain. His kiss was gentle as butterfly wings. It only lasted a few seconds, and when they parted, Andrea opened her eyes and saw Howard smiling at her. She was trembling.

He held her hands in his and told her how beautiful she was. Howard leaned forward again, and their lips met. Only this time, she was the aggressor and thrust her tongue inside his mouth. Unknowingly, she parted her legs as her clit became erect. He had his hand on her thigh and moving it up toward her crotch. Andrea was focusing on his kiss and did not feel his hand. When Howard’s hand touched her clit, she let out an audible gasp. Her eyes were wide open and having a man’s hand surround his hardness was a brand new feeling. Andrea mewled as Howard’s fingers encircled him. Her hardness increased as the firmness of his grip started to slowly move up and down her clit. Their kissing increased its intensity and soon they both were clawing at one another. Her hands were under his coat around his back. He was leaning over as she slouched on the sofa. He maneuvered himself around to her side as she lay stretched out on the luxurious leather furniture. Instinctively, Andrea spread her legs as Howard continued to stroke her clit. He broke their kiss, and while looking into her eyes, he raised her dress up to her waist and pulled her thong out from under her body. Andrea’s clit was only 5-inches long, but it was standing straight up like a flag pole. Howard’s mouth began to water as she said:

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