Gorgon Eyes Ch. 02

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Thank you all, for reading my first entry. I was so excited I wrote this part 2 in a day. I get plenty of inspiration. Hope you enjoy this. This is a continuation to the first.

Chapter 2: Another punishment

It has been sometime since my encounter with Him. After that fateful day, he was transferred to a different shift. I felt alone and yet free. Such a strange feeling it was. I have missed those hands, exploring my imperfections as they traced around them. The ownership he had on me was strong and satisfying. Yet. Yet, part of me was too strong to accept this weakness I had. And with him gone, I was no longer weak.

Working on my papers, a man caught my eye. He went by the name of Victor. Vic was older than Him by 7 yrs. So, he was right up my age range preference. He had a light brown goatee that I had the urge to tug a little, and a shaved head that I wanted to rub. In other words, I found him very attractive. He was new around, during my work place’s sudden boom of employees. He also worked as a mechanic, but I didn’t want to make the same mistake twice with Vic. I worked to become friendly to get comfortable enough to talk to him. Those blue eyes would pierce through me quite similar to my “master’s”.

One day, Vic struck up a conversation as we sat outside in the cigarette area. His smoke mixed with his breath from the cool air, drew my eye away from him, as we sat distant from each other. “So now, you got a man back home?” he asked as his voiced spiked on the word man.

“Uh,” I stumbled at the sudden interest. Not quite sure what I should say. “Yeah, a boyfriend,” I finished.

“Oh, so it’s not that serious,” He commented as he scooted closer to me.

“Um well, I do love him,” I explained but in my opinion not well. He chuckled to himself and stood up to walk back inside.

“I’ll see you later,” he said with a quick wave and an even quicker smile.

I sat in the cold a little while, pondering the situation a little more, before I went back inside and back to work. I could feel the sensation coming back to me when I steal a peek at Vic. I shivered at the thought of his touch. I could imagine his fingers roughly grazing my trembling skin. Work was once again difficult to focus on.

The next day as I work, a hand was softly placed on my shoulder. I looked up to see those blue gorgon eyes staring back at me. I twitched at the sudden shiver of fear erupted from my gut.

“Let’s talk outside at lunch again, I do enjoy your company,” he said with a smirk.

“Uh, sure. No problem,” I agreed. He smiled again and ran his hand down my back, as his fingertips grazed my ass softly.

“Maybe it was an accident,” I thought and left it alone.

Later at lunch, I met up with Victor outside like I promised and sat at a comfortable distance from him again. He slid closer to me and said, “You’re an interesting girl. I’m not sure how I should feel about you.” I sat there shocked, unwilling to believe what I heard. “Ooo I know how to figure it out…,” he said placing his hand on my cheek and leaning over to kiss me. Under the cold weather, his lips were quite warm, as they filled my senses with excitement. I jerked away in shock.

“I, I have to go,” I said as I stood up and walked away. With haste, I walked to the cafeteria, eyes widen with surprise. “I thought I was done with this sort of torture,” I puzzled to myself. I heard the door open and I see Vic storm in. Finding me, he walked in my direction.

“I am so sorry,” he claimed as he stood in front of me. “I don’t know what came over me,” he finished. He seemed sincere enough, so I just waved it off to him.

“It’s alright,” I reassured. “It’s not the first time,” I mistakenly said. Which I notice that it tweaked his interested but he left it alone for now.

The next morning, I began my day in the same manner as always. With my defenses down, I notice someone near me. They placed their hands on my waist and whispered in my ear. “You missed me.” My eyes broaden by the familiar voice. “I’ve missed you,” the voiced finished. Suddenly, the hands spun me around to face and pinned me to the table. “You know what I miss more?” he continued, as my panic grew and my confidence began to shrink at the sight of those eyes again. He leaned over to my ear again and whispered “Your fear.” He pulled away pierced his eyes through me again turning me to stone. Not knowing what I should do or say, I stood there in awe. “My dear, such fun we will be having today, I won’t be able to contain myself,” he teased as he looked down at himself. I could see what he meant as it brought back memories. “And what have I told you about your clothes?” He asked making me look down at myself to see my comfortable baggy clothes. I looked up at him again, almost asking for forgiveness and mercy. “I see a punishment is under way,” he threatened with a smile, like a contradiction. “But for now, I will leave you to your work,” he finished and went about his business.

My stomach sank with worry. “I thought I was rid of him and his games, yet I see fate had other plans,” I thought to myself. Pacing the floor, I pondered a solution to my new plight, until I bumped into a hard body. I looked up to say my apologies, to see Victor in front of me. He seemed to notice görükle escort my worry and wanted to comfort me.

“Is everything alright?” he asked kindly.

“Oh yeah, I’m fine. I’m just so busy right now,” I lied.

“Well don’t over work. I don’t want to see those pretty eyes with dark circles under them,” he said with a smile as he walked away.

“Great, now I have two problems,” I said to myself. My day continued with me glancing at both men, almost ping ponging back and forth. The two of them seem to hit it off in a rather friendly manner, which made me fantasized about being in the middle of the two of them. I shook my head and it’s thoughts from my focus on the two royalties of the factory. I looked back one more time to see Him whisper something in Victor’s ear as he glanced at me. Trying to read the conversation from their beautiful lips, all I could pick up was Vic’s response of “I’d like that.” I then could see His wink from down the factory aim directly at me. My dread became a new emotion for me, as I could only imagine what was going on or what was said.

Thank you all, for reading my first entry. I was so excited I wrote this part 2 in a day. I get plenty of inspiration. Hope you enjoy this. This is a continuation to the first.

Later that day, I shuffled inside my locker to grab a spare pen and my paranoid eyes could see those jean-clad legs again. I looked up at Him in accidental obedience. “That’s a good look for you,” He teased. “Maybe I should continue this, since you’re already down there,” He finished grabbing the rim of his button. I gulped hard of the thought of what might happen. He pulled his zipper down and asked, “You’re going to be a good girl for your master now, right?” I nodded in submission. “And why is that?” He asked.

“B-because you own me?” I more asked than answered.

He looked at me, unsatisfied with the comment and asked; “Now now my dear, do I need to punish you here?” I pondered for a second to figure out how he would and decided to test him.

“I guess you will,” I challenged.

He lowered eye level to me, looked me dead in the eye and said, “You’re really looking for trouble aren’t you? I have no patience for your disobedience,” He explained. I courageously smirked to him, which seem to have set him off. He grabbed me by the arms I slammed me to the lockers. Witnessing my fear, he stood back a little. I could seem the idea spark in his mind, as his demeanor changed. I walked closer to me and unbutton my pants.

“What are you…,” I began to ask, but he looked up at me and slapped my ass, rendering me speechless. He pulled on both ends of the zipper and opened them revealing my silk red panties I was hiding underneath. He groan at the sight and ran his hand down the front feel its texture, as it was turning me on. He than slid his hand inside making me whimper. “Hush,” he demanded as he searched around for my clit. In slight delight, he swirled his finger around it. My head laid on the lockers as I unwillingly enjoyed the sensation. “My my, you are soaked,” He said as he pinched my clit hard, making me cry out. “I said ‘quiet’,” He demanded. “You will obey me, correct?” He began to ask, starting his game. Deja’vu became apparent, as I remember the outcome of a wrong answer. However, it seemed I hesitated too long, as he pinched me again. “

Y-yes, yes sir,” I answered.

“That’s better. Now then sit still and be quiet,’ He commanded and continued rubbing my swollen bud back to pleasure. He placed his lips on my neck and trailed kiss around it. Licking and biting all around. I could feel my hips swaying back and forth on his hand in excitement. He raised his head to my ear and whispered “I said ‘sit still’,” as he pinched me harder. I gave a soft cry and fought the urge to move again. I could feel his fingers, what seem to be three at a time, penetrating me. He stood up straight to watch me pant under his grasp. I sighed in pleasure, as he seemed to know my every delicate spot to touch. He thrust his fingers in harder and harder. The sensation to cum grew harder to contain. I could feel my walls squeeze him tightly and as the moment drew closer, before he released me from his grip. “Naughty girl, you were going to cum. I have a great punishment in store for you. But until then, you still have something to do,” he said looking down at his now attentive member. Hesitant, I lowered myself to my knees as I watched him grab the button of his jeans.

All of a sudden, we hear over the intercom “Dante, please come to the office. Dante, please come to the office.” He sighed in disbelief and tugged his zipper back up.

He lowered himself down to eye level again and said, “I suppose I can wait a little longer for those lips. You be a good girl now. I don’t want to keep punishing you.” He smiled and grabbed my hand to help me up and walked away. I closed my locker and went back to work. With an hour left to spare on the job, my mind could not settle on one thought. I avoided both parties the entire rest of the day. Up until the last half hour, as He came up behind me and once again whispered in my ear “Today you will do some more ‘overtime’, understand?” he then walked away without looking back. For the rest of the day I burned off the energy görükle escort bayan of my panic.

As the time came, I walked outside to lie once again to my boyfriend who was picking me up again and walked back inside. There He was standing there, arms crossed; head tilted a bit and with a frightening grin caked on His face. I lowered my head in the obvious submission and sighed in dissatisfaction. “Good girl,” He said and guided me to his car, bringing back old wounds again that I was not necessary proud of. However, deep inside me I was still excited.

We made it to his apartment, with uncertainty growing inside me. He repeated his routine again: closing the door, throwing his keys on the near by table and checking his mail. He went to the kitchen and grabbed something for me to drink. Holding it out to me, it seemed I learned my lesson, as I grabbed the glass this time. “I know how much you like Pepsi,” he said with a genuine smile. A weak smile grew across my face as I sipped the drink. “I hope you had a good day at work,” he said as he was confusing me with this different side of him.

“Uh, up until you showed up,” I said in a snaky voice. I wasn’t sure what he was up to but I didn’t like the friendly attitude all of a sudden. He was using me now he wants to be friendly. He chuckled to himself and grabbed the glass from my hand. After he came back from the kitchen, he placed his hand on the small of my back and guided me again to his room. Still just as boring as it was before.

“Sit,” he commanded. My butt rested on the soft bed, as I grew restless. He smiled at me as he stood at a great distance. I fell empty seeing him that far away. He stood there as if waiting for something, continuously looking at his watch.

“W-what are you waiting for?” I asked. He looked at me and tweaked his eyebrow.

“A little casual aren’t you. Is that how you should speak to your master?” He asked which rather excited me.

“N-no sir,’ I answered with my head held low.

“How should you then?” he asked just to make sure I understood.

“Um, what are you waiting for, master?” I corrected.

He walked closer to me, rubbed his hand on my roused red cheek and said, “Good girl. You’re a lot cuter when you obey. But that is none of your concern. So sit quietly.’ he walked back to the doorway and checked his watch. “But first I want you to strip,” he demanded not looking at me. I grew hesitant. “I suppose that is a little difficult for you, so I’ll be nice just this once and warm you up,” he said moving closer to me. He climbed on the bed forcing me to lie down and kissed me with his hand placed on my face to comfort me. His lips were soft and exciting causing me to moan in his mouth uncontrollably. My lips wrapped around his tongue as I sucked it back in forth in my mouth to tease him. He lifted his head up breaking the kiss and said “Don’t toy with me, my dear, I won’t be able to hold out much longer.” It almost sounded like a threat. He grabbed my shirt and lifted up over my head. My small breast gave a small bounce of freedom. He undid the hook removed the bra. He paused to get a good look at me and gently pushed my shoulder to signal me to lie down. He caressed my chest softly with his cold hand, occasionally licking the little buds, to taunt me. He unbuttons and zips my pants, as he released his lips from my nipples, as he pulled my pants down. He nuzzles my panties before removing them as well. “I wonder,” he began to say as he placed his finger back in side me. “Oh, so you are enjoying this,” he said and started to rub my clit up and down.

After a few strokes later, there was a buzz in the apartment, signaling someone want to come in. Before he walked out of the room, he gave me a quick sinister grin. He buzzed the person in and a minuet later, there was a knock at the door. I could hear Him and another person talking.

“Thanks for coming… Yeah, she’s in there,” he said. I cringed and moved up higher on the bed and crossed my leg and my arms wrapped around them. I didn’t want some stranger touching me for His enjoyment. I could see a shadow of the person walking closer to the door. The person peeked their head out reveling them self. Those familiar blue eyes left me puzzled.

“Victor, why are you here?” I asked very confused.

“He’s here to see you,” Master interrupted. “All of you,” he finished. I could feel my panic intensify. “He told me how interested he was in you. So I bargained with him,” master said sitting in a chair across from the bed and smiled. I looked up at Vic who seemed quite pleased. “Stand up and let him see you,” master commanded. I slid to the edge of the bed and slowly stood on my feet. The air was cold on my bare skin as I could feel my nipples getting achingly harder.

Victor finally spoke and said, “Come closer, you look cold.” I walked to him shivering from the cold and fear of him, as he placed his warm hands on my arms, rubbing them up and down. Then he lifted my head up with his hand and kissed me. A lot more gentler than master’s kiss. He broke the kiss and asked, “Feel warmer now?” I nodded in agreement and he signaled me to turn around. I turned my back to him and I could hear him groan in delight. “What a fantastic ass, but what’s that on your bursa escort left cheek?” he asked in a quizzed voice.

“A birth mark, in a shape of a heart. I thought you would like to see it for yourself. It is one of my favorite things about my pet,” master explained. I could feel Victor come close to me and swung his arms around my body. He grabbed my breasts as he pressed himself against me. He pinched my, still hard, nipples and began kissing my neck. I didn’t know how to feel about this.

“Slave, you need to relax, or it won’t be very fun,” I could hear my master say.

I sighed and dropped all defenses to just deal with the situation. He nibbled on my ear as his hand trailed lower. His fingers showed no mercy, as he tested the limits of my body. I laid my head back on his shoulder pleased with the movement of his hand. I began to huff louder and my body was swaying on its own accord. My hand gripped his arm tight and I could feel my orgasm grow stronger.

“You better not, my pet,” master interrupted.

I groaned in displeasure as he pulled his fingers out from under me, and licked them clean. He laid me on the bed and flipped his blue maintenance shirt of his arms, than his t-shirt. His chest was slightly harder than master’s, with tree shaped hair pattern trailing down his pants. He saw my hand twitch in a sudden desire to touch him. He smirked and hovered over me to touch him. I ran my fingers down his chest as he kissed my neck. I turned my head to see master watching the whole thing with a smile. Victor grabbed my hands to signal for me to remove his pants. I fumbled with the button with such an awkward angle I was in. I pulled the zipper down and freed his member from his pants. He lifted his head, looked in my eyes and penetrated me slowly. My jaw dropped and I whimpered through his length until he was completely inside me.

“Ahh, such a nice fit,” Victor sighed to himself.

“Oh by the way Victor,” master starts to say, making us both look at him. “She likes it rough.”

My eyes widen in horror as I looked up at Vic’s smiling face. He slammed in me with great force making me cry aloud as a response. He continued at a fast, yet satisfying rhythm. I turned my head to see my master sitting in the same spot, leg crossed over the other and his fist hold his head up. I waited for his approval to cum but just sat there smiling back at me.

“This is a punishment,” master began to say. “So, I will not allow you to cum.”

I looked back up to Victor who was smiling back at me. I guess this was their plan with me. Victor never slowed his rhythm, as it feeling grew stronger the more he pumped inside my tight hole. I decide to go against master’s wishes and do as I pleased. I could feel my walls clench around him and my juices flow down on the bed sheet. The moment finally came to disobey from personal release, but I could feel Victor slow to a stop. I gave him a questionable look and he shook his head in disappointment. He pulled himself out,

“I think we need a stronger punishment, don’t you think,” asking master.

“I’d have to agree. She’s a very stubborn girl, but quite worth the battle,” said master as he stood up and next to him.

I could see Vic. tuck himself back in but not zipping up, for later. The two Gods stood over this peasant with such strength, I grew weary of the state I was in.

“I’m sorry,” I sadly said with my best puppy dog eyes.

“Oh no you don’t. ‘Sorry’ don’t cut it. You will be punished, not just by me but by him as well,” master explained. He grabbed his belt and pulled it from the loops of his pants. Holding it out to Victor,

“Here, give her a good one,” he said as he signaled me to flip on my stomach. I slowly rolled over letting my legs draped down the bedside. Master lowered his head to me and said, “Make no sound,” and he sat next to me to get a good view of the event. He gave Vic a quick nod and I could hear the whistle of the belt before a hard smack of the belt crash on to my ass. I grinded my teeth down as I buried my face in the bed. “Head up,” master demanded, so I lifted my head. Another smack came tumbling down and part of a shriek escaped my clinched teeth. “What was that, you want it harder,’ master teased as I shook my head vigorously. He signaled Vic again and the next smack was stronger. Tears seem to water fall down my eyes, as my jaw grew tired. “Hold on a second,” master interrupted. He moved himself in front of me and grabbed my head to signal me to lower it. My lips tighten as they slid over his manhood with my tongue to follow behind. “No biting or you will be sorry,’ he said in no where near a playful voice. The smacking continued as my lips began to please him. With every smack I could feel my jaw clench close around him making it a difficult punishment. I see his hand rise for him to stop and I could hear the belt drop. Victor began rubbing fiercely on my ass occasionally nibbling on it. Masters hand was playing in my hair as he watched my lips’ magic around him. I lifted my head to lick around the head and shaft, kissing around the sides. I could feel Victor grow impatient as He spread my legs and ran his tongue up and down me. I gave a soft cry and continue attacking master’s member in pure excitement. Victor seemed to know his way around me, as he gave a faint suck and nibble on my clit. I insert master in my mouth completely as the excitement grew inside me. I bobbed my head fast the more Victor moved fast. I could feel my hip grinding on his lips to the point I could feel his beard rub against me.

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The morning begins as it always does, with the sound of the alarm muffled by your thighs pressing against my ears, and my mouth opening wide to accept the soft, luscious flesh of your pussy. I grasp the headboard, as I was told to – I’m not allowed to struggle – and look up at your face smiling down at me, as you tell me “good morning” by filling my mouth with your golden nectar, and close your eyes, relaxing and enjoying the feel of my lips wrapped around your labia and clit, and the soft sounds of me gulping down my daily morning gift.

“Today’s the day,” you purr, sliding forward slightly, letting your labia envelop my nose as you reach back to grasp your cheeks, pulling them apart briefly to let my mouth between them. My mouth is still open, and I suckle and lap tenderly at your asshole, and push my tongue into you. “My bulls will be here within the hour, and you’re going to prepare them to fuck your Goddess,” you murmur, relishing the twists and pushes of my tongue inside you, increasingly more desperate as I begin to run out of breath.

You lift up briefly, letting me get a quick gasp of air before you lower yourself onto my face, grinding your clit’ slowly back and forth across the bony ridge of my nose. “Mmm, that’s it, whore, make your Goddess cum,” you whimper, feeling my tongue dance against the tight muscular walls of your anus, leaning back a little, clutching the headboard with both hands as the waves of pleasure surge through your body, gushing hot, sweet cum all over my face.

“Time to bathe Goddess,” you laugh, giving one last roll of your hips to grind your cum into my face, getting it all over my cheeks and nose and forehead, marking me as your property, before shifting your weight to the right, and lie down beside me. “Go start the bathwater running. I’m going to masturbate while you’re doing that,” you murmur, and begin fingering yourself while you wait.

“Yes, Goddess,” I purr, as I get out of bed and walk to the bathroom. The water is cool at first but begins to heat up, and I put the stopper in the drain, and sit on the edge of the tub, swirling the water around with my fingertips. I can hear you cooing and moaning in the next room, and your cock twitches in its cage. After about five minutes of this torture, I announce, “ready, Goddess.”

I look down as you walk into the bathroom, and feel you shove three fingers into my mouth, and lift my head so that I’m forced to look at you. “Suck my fingers clean, bitch. Later today, you’ll be tasting this mixed with a real man’s.” My lips slide forward and back, as practice for sucking cock, and feel you pull your fingers out with a soft slurping noise, and then slap my cheek. “Help me into the tub, my little cum-dumpster,” you laugh, grabbing my hand, and lower yourself bit by bit into the hot water.

Pouring liquid soap into the bath sponge, I lift each of your feet out of the water and spend a moment getting them soapy and massaging them. My hand follows the curves of your body up your thighs, pausing briefly at your sex, and I glance up at you and blush. Taking my meaning, you laugh and slap me again. “Don’t worry, slut, you’ll get a chance to clean my ass – with your whorish little mouth.” I nod obediently, feeling you wrap your hand around the back of my head, pulling my face close to yours, and you spit in my face. “Continue,” you command, feeling my hand move up your side and over your belly, caressing your breasts and underarms.

You pass me a razor and some shaving gel, and tell me to get into the tub. You rest your ankle on my shoulder, and lift your other foot between my thighs, kicking me lightly in the balls several times as I spread the shaving gel up your calf and thigh. You stop when I start to draw the razor up your leg, watching me with a smile on your face as I shave your left leg. Once I’m finished, you switch, resting your right ankle on my shoulder, and kick me in the balls with your left foot as I spread the lather up your wonderful leg. Again you stop when I begin to shave you, explaining, “I can’t have you making any careless mistakes!” laughing, clearly enjoying görükle escort yourself.

Once I’m finished with your legs, you lift yourself out of the water and sit on the edge of the tub, spreading your thighs, and force me to my hands and knees in the tub. “Continue,” you command, feeling my fingertips spread the shaving gel over your pussy, the razor removing all your hair. I take a few handfuls of water from the tub to rinse the lather away, and you tease your clitoris just in front of my face, holding my cheek against your hand, knowing how hungry I am to feel your hot, smooth skin against my mouth. “Mm, no no no, slut, you’ll get your chance… after they’ve finished with me,” you purr, pushing me away from you with your foot, get out of the tub, and stand.

You snap your fingers, throwing a towel over my head as I’m climbing out of the tub, and say, “hurry up and get me dry, they should be here any minute.” My hands follow the curves of your body attentively, getting every drop of water soaked up, and kiss your feet once I’ve finished. You snap your fingers again, indicating for me to crawl after you, still wet, and I follow at your heels.

Leading me into the middle of your bedroom, you tell me to stop, pull a few things out of the dresser behind me, and walk back over to me. “Kneel,” you command, watching with a smile as I lean up on my knees and shins, and wrap a blindfold around my head, tying it firmly in place. “Dave is about eight inches,” you purr, pushing me roughly forward onto my hands and knees. “But he’s about as big around as a beer bottle. He will be filling my pussy…” You slap my ass and grab me by the balls, and lift up hard, forcing me to lift my ass.

The cold wetness of lube on your fingertips makes me moan and shiver, and I spread my thighs slightly. “…and fill it it exquisitely–more than your tiny little cock ever could. Clarence isn’t as big around, but his cock is nine and a half inches long,” you continue, spreading lube over the tip of the condom covering my buttplug before you seat it between my cheeks, giving me half a second to understand what’s happening before you start to push. “And he will be fucking your Goddess’ ass. You said you were hungry for cock, didn’t you, you dirty little whore?!” You slap my ass viciously, pushing the plug hard, watching the widest part slide into me, holding it in place.

“Yes, yes, Goddess,” I whimper, feeling violated and stretched, pushing back against the pressure filling me up. You give one firm push forward, laughing as the base shoves against my asshole.

“They already know the drill. You are to remain kneeling where you are, say not a single fucking word from now on, and suck them like the cuckold bitch you are. While they fuck me, you are to suck on my toes. Needless to say, you will lick me clean, and you will clean their cocks with your mouth.”

You slap my ass a few more times, and say “kneel,” walking around me, and rest your ass on my face, feeling me immediately begin my worship of your ass. “See? Didn’t I tell you I’d give you the chance to clean my ass?” you laugh, resting more of your weight on my face. I place my hands on the carpet beside my feet. You slide your foot between my thighs and idly bump your heel against the clear plastic tube of my chastity device as the firm, rough surface of my tongue pushes and twists inside you.

They come into your bedroom much later, unannounced, and walk forward to hug and greet you, chuckling about the position you have me in. Clarence chuckles, “so this is your boy? He’s probably all ready to go by now, right? Well, let’s get started!” I can hear the sounds of them throwing their clothes in piles, stripping, and as soon as you lift your weight off my face, I feel the heads of their cocks against the corners of my mouth. I turn instinctively to the left and wrap my lips around the soft, warm, velvety tip of his penis, suckling it tenderly, sliding the surface of my tongue beneath his glans, and wrap both of my hands around both of their cocks, stroking them slowly, at first.

My mouth is already görükle escort bayan full, and as the blood rushes to his penis, I can feel it ballooning between my lips, and moan softly, squirming a bit on my knees, dripping precome on the carpet. I spit down the length of the cock on my left, and begin to stroke it a little harder and faster, taking the other hungrily in my open mouth, sucking it hard, licking the precome from the slit of his cockhead, and swallow it down. My left hand only barely closes around his shaft, which I stroke from base to tip, keeping him hard as I push my lips down Clarence’s cock, feeling his head bump against the back of my throat.

Your hand presses against the back of my head, and I feel you forcing me further down, pushing the still swelling head of his cock down my throat, deeper and deeper, laughing softly as I choke on it, and cough, feeling my nose shoved against his toned belly. “He will thank you for this,” you chuckle, knowing that I’m grateful for it, and both of the men laugh. You take your hand away from the back of my head and I pull my lips away from Clarence, cough once more, and start sucking Dave passionately, fucking my mouth with his cock, feeling it hit the back of my throat hard with each bob of my head.

“See? He just needed a little push,” you laugh, standing to slide onto the bed, and spread your legs for both of them to see how wet you are, and watch you finger yourself as I get them fully hard. I feel Dave’s sweet, enormous cockhead against the back of my throat and push forward, feeling it pop down my throat. Tears stream down my face as I force my own lips further down his immense shaft, choking again with only a few inches to go, and push forward harder, pushing my lips against the base of his shaft. I open my mouth a little wider and stretch my tongue out beyond the base of his cock, and try to lap his balls.

“Are you both ready?” you purr, spreading a generous drop of lube over the tight, beautiful opening of your ass. Clarence’s cock twitches in my hand, and I feel Dave swell in my mouth and throat.

He pushes me away and says, “hell yeah! I’ve been looking forward to this for a couple of weeks!” and walks over to the bed. Clarence does the same, lying down beside you, allowing you to spread a handful of lube along his long, sweet shaft before you mount him, seating his cockhead against your asshole, moaning softly as it slides in. Dave is kneeling at the edge of the bed, stroking himself, waiting for you to get situated.

In the meantime, I crawl blindly to the edge of your bed, unable to see, only hearing you purr as Dave seats his head against your wet, clean-shaven pussy. “I forgot… how fucking tight you are!” Dave exclaims, slowly filling you inch by inch, until the whole of his thick, beautiful cock is throbbing inside you.

I can hear you breathing heavily and moaning, your hands and feet pressed into the comforter as you ride them both, completely controlling the pace, at first. “Mmm,” you whimper, feeling Clarence’s strong hands against your back, holding you up, and Dave’s hands on your hips, holding you down as they both begin to thrust.

I crawl up on the very end of the bed, fumbling around in my blindness for your foot, finding Clarence’s first, then yours, and begin to suck your toes. You squeal in delight at the slow, tender screwing of your bulls, combined with the sensual suction of my mouth at your toes. You concentrate on squeezing them both as they start going a little faster, and a little harder. “Be careful, Dave, you know your cock hits the back of my pussy,” you purr, wiggling your toes in my mouth, lifting your foot, shoving your toes deeper into my mouth, forcing me to suck them all at once.

My mouth moves away from your left foot and wraps around the toes of your right foot, suckling them passionately, the rough surface of my tongue lapping at the pads of your toes. Clarence isn’t able to pull that far out, but he thrusts hard, pounding your ass just the way you like it, as Dave starts to fuck you in earnest, making soft little bursa escort squishing sounds as he pulls almost all the way out before thrusting back in. His pubic bone hits your clitoris steadily, and your toes curl in my mouth as you begin to come, moaning in ecstasy, spasming around them. “Oh god, I’m coming, I’m coming,” you purr, “come with me, come inside me..”

Clarence makes a few quiet grunts as he pumps even harder for a few brief seconds, and explodes inside you, his cock twitching and shuddering, and Dave follows not long after, groaning in pleasure as your pussy grips his massive cock, milking him dry, his cockhead pushing against your cervix as he shoots his seed, jet after jet of come spraying into the sweet depths of your pussy.

“Mmm,” you purr, “thank you boys for coming over. That was wonderful!”

“You’re welcome,” chuckles Clarence, letting you relax on his chest, kissing behind your ear as his hands wrap around you, massaging your breasts.

“That was great,” laughs Dave, beginning to pull out of you. You give him a playful slap on the ass, and tease, “leaving so soon?”

“Yeah, I have to get to work. Your slave is going to clean me off, right?”

“Oh, yes,” you grin. “He’s down there sucking on my toes. Feel free to use his mouth however you please.” You cover your labia with one hand as Dave pulls out, so you don’t drip on the comforter, and pull your toes out of my mouth, and feel the still-hard head of his cock slip with no warning between my lips. I gulp and very, very gently suck the enormous head of his penis, holding it in place as I paint it with my tongue, lapping it passionately, tasting your cum, and more than just a hint of his, making greedy slurping noises until I’m finished.

Dave gets off the bed and goes to start putting his clothes on. You lean forward and grab me by the ear, forcing me to lie on my back between Clarence’s thighs, still holding Dave’s cum inside you as you slide off of Clarence, dribbling on my face as you sit back down, your cheeks resting on mine, rocking your ass back, forcing it against my nose as I stretch my tongue into you, hungry to lick you perfectly clean, completely humiliated to be rimming you, but so grateful that I got what I asked for, swallowing his semen down bit by bit, until I’m all finished.

You slide back, covering my nose with your ass, and push your pussy into my mouth, bearing down a little bit against the feel of my tonguetip pushing into you, helping me get every last drop of their cum into my mouth. “Did both of you enjoy my slave’s cocksucking?” you purr, glancing back at Clarence, who’s lying lazily behind you, grinning and nodding.

Dave catches the hint and nods as well, knowing that I can’t see him, and walks over to the bed to give you a hug and a kiss on the cheek before heading out the door. Once I’m done cleaning your pussy as well, you dismount from my face and turn me over, forcing my mouth against Clarence’s cock, watching both of us as I lick him clean, taking too long, enjoying the taste of his cum mixed with yours, and you force me away. “Sorry Clare,” you chuckle, slapping my ass hard as you push me almost off the bed. “He’s a little overeager. But I’m glad you were able to make it.”

Clarence gives you a hug and a kiss and gets out of bed, walking over to his clothes, and begins to get dressed. “Same time next week, right?” he laughs, half-kidding, and you give him a wink, and wave, blowing him a kiss as he goes out the door.

“So, slave.” You pause deliberately, lying back on the bed, making yourself comfortable. “You haven’t had enough, have you?” You lock your ankles around the back of my head, pulling me forward far enough to get both hands around the back of my head, and pull your pussy viciously against my mouth, and grind your beautiful, slick labia over my face, marking me once more – only this time, it’s with your cum, and Dave’s, and my own saliva – “…you’re still hungry for more. And I know it’s been a long time since I’ve allowed you an orgasm,” you purr, feeling my tongue caressing you ever so gently.

“So you get to eat your own cum as well, you slutty little cum-dumpster,” you purr lazily, rolling your hips as I worship your pussy. “Only, no orgasm. Get me a latex glove and some lube–slaves aren’t allowed out of chastity. I’ll catch it in my hand, and you can lick it up from there.”

Working the Holidays

Anal

I negotiated my way through the packed crowd of shoppers and wheeled the trolley towards the stockroom doors.

“It’s mental out here.”

Kareem glanced over and raised his eyebrows in greeting.

“Christmas rush – you know how it is.”

Kareem was the security guard in the store, and had been for 25 years. He was about 6′ 2 and had the physique of a rugby player gone to seed. A big belly and shoulders filled his shirts to bursting, and a thick moustache highlighted a square jaw. He was an imposing sight – certainly enough to put off any would-be shoplifters.

The store itself was massive, a stand alone department store in an exclusive part of London, the kind that turned over millions a week and employed dozens of staff in each department.

The stockroom, which is where I now headed, seemed equally vast. I was glad to be spending the rest of the day checking and updating prices and sales tags in the quiet. Currently, I was working my way through Row G8 – women’s evening-wear. A whole load of dresses waiting to be tagged with their prices before they were displayed in front of house to customers.

I had been working this job during the holidays for years. It wasn’t the best, but it was consistent and I could pick it up soon as I finished for the semester at university. It was money that kept me afloat in term time, and I couldn’t afford to lose it. Besides, I had some good friends in the store and it was enjoyable to see the same faces every couple of months and fall back into a routine. Even Kareem and I got on, despite being almost polar opposites physically. He knew a good worker when he saw one, and we both had a dry sense of humour.

My name is Eric. I’m about 5’9 and slender, with narrow wrists and long legs that I kept toned with cycling. My long hair I kept in a bun to try to be edgy, or under a hat. I’m 20, but people frequently mistook me for being under 18. Sometimes it felt like puberty had yet to hit, but I got good compliments on my boyish features, and overall I was happy with my slight frame.

By the time the last item was priced up on Row 8, it was nearing the end of my shift. I’d been on my feet for 8 hours. I’d woken up at the crack of dawn to prep for an early opening, and whilst I wasn’t tired, my mind was beginning to wander. The rush of holiday shoppers seemed far away this deep in the stockroom, and I had only been disturbed a handful of times by colleagues moving goods within the store.

I began to tidy up the area I had been working in. Shifting a box, I spotted a company Fall/Winter catalogue peeking out under the base of a clothing rack. It was open to the Christmas themed lingerie page, and a stunning, limber blonde was looking back out of the page at me. She was wearing a red lace bra and panties, a garter belt holding up long red and white striped Christmas stockings, and a cheeky smirk. She stood hands on hips in green heels, golden curls falling around her head. The image caught me off guard, and my mouth fell open. I sat on the box I’d just moved, and pulled the catalogue towards me. I flicked through the womenswear section of the catalogue like a naughty school boy, and could feel myself getting hard.

I looked around. There was no chance of being spotted this far back in the stockroom.

I moved to the end of the row and glanced towards the store doors. I would hear anyone coming in a long time before they’d be able to see me. Grabbing a pair of lace panties from a shelf I made my way back to catalogue. I took out my cock, rock hard from the excitement of doing this in a public place and wrapped the panties around the head. I sat there on the box, trousers round my ankles stroking for a few minutes. I bent back down over the catalogue and let my mind fill with the images of the playful underwear models. I kept returning to the picture of that flirtatious blonde in the catalogue, imagining the scent of her tousled hair and the thought of sliding my hands up those stockinged legs. I picked up the pace and within 30 seconds was cumming hard in the panties. The climax was intense! Fuck, must have been more worked up than I thoug…

Movement from across the room caught my eye, and in an instant my reverie was shattered. Kareem stood there at the end of the aisle, camera phone pointed straight at me!

“Shit, fuck! Kareem… What are you…” I scrambled to pull up my trousers, cum leaking down the front of them.

“I always wondered what you kids must get up to back here. Guess now I know.”

“Kareem I’m sorry… This is the first time I swear. I thought I was alone. I was just…”

“Aye, you certainly thought you were. Jacking off on company time eh? What are we going to do about that?”

He stood there in silence, a dark look about him. He placed the phone back in his pocket.

“Kareem, please I’m sorry. Don’t show that to head office. Don’t fire me.” I begged.

“I’ll have to see what I can do boy, but I consider it my duty here to deal with such issues. Slacking off and such. Weed out the wheat from the chaff.”

“Please!”

I şişli travesti moved towards him, looking to leave the aisle, but he stayed put, blocking my exit. If anything, he moved closer to me, his bulk towering above me. He looked over his belly at me, and raised my chin with his thick fingers to look me in the eye.

“Complete your shift tomorrow and then see me in my office after.” He slowly turned and left.

I breathed a sigh of relief. But I had fucked up. I felt the cum soaked panties in my hand and was flooded with shame.

I stuck them in my pocket and made my way towards the exit, heading first to my locker in the staff room.

Kensie saw me enter the staff room. She must have been leaving too, a bag slung over her shoulder.

“On your way out?” She asked “What’s up by the way? You’re blushing more than usual.”

“Ahh.. nothing. Just grabbing my stuff.”

“I’ll wait for you” she replied, and pulled out her phone whilst I made my way to the locker.

Changed into my regular clothes I felt better, and talking to Kensie back in the real world outside the shop made it feel like a bad dream that I had just woken up from. She was my height and a year older, and had been working at the same store since before I started. Kensie was on her way to the gym; a place she spent a lot of time. And you could tell it. She was athletic and toned, her medium length black hair often pulled up into a high bun. Her ass and legs looked incredible in the tight black jeans she always wore along with a hoody and sports jacket. I had only an inkling of her taste in men, but I had a feeling it wasn’t me. According to her, guys under the age of thirty were “way too needy”.

We parted ways in the car park, and I headed home for the evening. I was back with my folks for the holidays, and entered my parents house to the smell of home cooking and TV chatter from the living room. I quickly zoomed up the stairs and dumped my bag on my bed, stashing the dirty panties until I could later dispose of them.

– – –

The next shift passed slowly, as if I was in a daze. The reality of my situation hit me in mid-afternoon, and I was dreading seeing Kareem. I managed to avoid him until the store closed and the main lights were switched off. Dragging my feet I made my way up to his office, and was red from embarrassment before I’d even knocked on his door.

“Come in”

I entered and closed the door behind me.

“Thought you might not turn up boy” Kareem growled.

“Sorry I’m late Kareem”

He was sitting behind his large desk in his impossibly clean office. A parcel was sat on the table in front of him. I thought it best to remain silent.

“You should be able to keep your job” Started Kareem

“Thank you, I…”

“We’ll deal with your punishment off the books” He continued. “Occasionally something like this happens. And In my experience it is best if things are just kept between the two of us.” Kareem climbed to his feet and stepped around to my side of the desk.

“Youngsters like yourselves require a bit of guidance, and I’m here to give you that” said Kareem. “Open the package”

A small brown paper wrapped parcel was on the table in front of me. I tore at the edges and a matching red lace bra and panty set fell into my lap, along with some long striped over the knee socks.

“Put them on” ordered Kareem.

“Kareem, I’m not…”

“Call me Sir” Kareem said firmly.

This conversation was not happening as I had expected. I backed away, and Kareem smiled an unsettling grin.

“T- this job isn’t worth that much to me Sir…. I mean Kareem. I’m not going to dress up for you just to keep it”

Kareem leaned over the desk and twisted the monitor to face me. “You’ve got more to loose than just a job son.” Playing in high-definition was the video of he must have recorded yesterday. I was sat on cardboard box lost in pleasure. My eyes were shut but it was obviously me. You could see the exact moment I began to orgasm, my toes curling with delight, and the exact moment that feeling turned to panic and as I spotted Kareem recording me.

“How’d you like your friends and parents to see this eh lad? Now I’m going to repeat myself: Take off your clothes, fold them neatly and put on the panties. If you don’t this here video is going to end up in your parents inbox and plastered over your friends social media.”

I hesitated, and realised he had won.

“Fuck you”

Moving with speed that surprised me for a man of his age, Kareem moved across the room. His weight pinned me to the wall. He kept me in place with one hand, whilst the other hand tugged down my trousers until they were bunched around my ankles.

“Bad girls get punished” he said calmly. Not even out of breath. I struggled but might have well as been trying to move a mountain.

Hauling me over to the chair he sat down and pulled me across his lap, my bare ass pointing at the ceiling. I was wriggling bakırköy travesti and complaining, trying to get free, but he silenced me with a hard spank. I was stunned.

The next smack was harder and I let out a squeak. By the fifth I was crying out.

Kareem let out a belly laugh. “Go ahead, squeal all you want.”

He dealt me five more firm spanks, until I had tears in my eyes. FInally, his hand rested on my pink ass cheek, and cupped it, his pudgy brown fingers dangerously close to my puckered pink hole. My eyes grew wide. “So you gonna give me any more lip, or have you had enough?”

“I’m sorry Sir, please let me go.”

Kareem released me and I clutched at my belt and pants. Then he pointed to the women’s clothes on the floor, and I reluctantly stepped out of my trousers, and removed my shirt. Kareem swept the hat from my head and released my longish blonde hair. I was naked before him, and felt very vulnerable.

I picked up the lace panties.

“Garter belt first” ordered Kareem. I put it on before sliding the long red and white striped socks up my legs and clipped them to the belt. They had small bows and a little bell on the back of each thigh. On went the panties and bra, which must have been an A cup.

I turned to face Kareem. He was smirking, and I could see the outline of a big cock pressing against his black jeans. He was getting off on this.

“And the little cherry on top if this perfect slut sundae:” he held out a pair of green stilettos, velvet green gloves with white fur trim, and a little elf Christmas hat. The hat was held on with clips in my shoulder length hair. The shoes had a 5 inch heel and I tottered about just putting them on. Kareem strode over and I skittered backwards, collapsing into a chair. He reached into his pocket and pulled out too small padlocks, which locked the straps of the stilettos around my ankles.

“Just so ya don’t get any ideas about running away now.”

He straightened up and looked lecherously at me.

“You make a much better girl than you ever did a boy. Want to see?”

He offered his hand to help me stand. I hesitated, and then took it. He threw open the office door and half carried me through it.

“Wait! I can’t go out like this!” I protested.

“Don’t worry, the store has been empty for hours.” He said.

He stopped at the first full length mirror we came to, and gently pushed me in front of it. I had been expecting to a man crudely dressed in drag; a gawky man in women’s underwear.

Instead I was confronted by long limbed girl dressed seductively in striped thigh socks and expensive lingerie. My hair was messy and ruffled and framed an androgynous face, with plump lips and a slight turned up pixie nose; features I had never noticed before. I straightened up, feeling pleasantly surprised. Turning, I checked out my ass. A red thong separated my my pert, full ass cheeks. Damn I looked good! All that cycling must have shaped my hips and legs. I looked like… Fuck!? It dawned on me. Kareem had dressed me to look like the girl in the catalogue. I ran my hands over my body, and could feel myself getting turned on. The slight bulge in the front of my panties started to grow…

I was distracted by a flash, as Kareem began taking photos of me.

“More leverage if I need it” he grunted. “So. You like the look of yourself huh?”

I frowned with concern, but turned back to the mirror, and nodded. I was lost for words. Walking over to the shelves, Kareem picked out a lipstick and mascara and moved me closer to the mirror. With surprising dexterity and skill he applied the makeup to my face. I watched myself transition from androgenous to christmas bimbo. Moving behind me he tied my hair into pigtails, like a schoolgirl might wear, and tied little red ribbons into the ends.

“Lots of guys come in here with their girlfriends and wives.” Kareem said. “Picking out clothes for them to wear, things they think look sexy on their girl. Some of them are like you. Some of them would rather be shopping for themselves. They want to be the girl, you understand.”

“That’s not me… Sir. That’s not me. I’m swear I’m not gay.”

“Gay or straight has nought to do with it. Look at you. You were made to wear those clothes. That’s why you were rubbing your tiny clit to the picture of the girl. You wanted to be her. You want guys to want to fuck you.”

“…my clit?..”

I watched him approach me from behind. I was nearly naked, a peachy teenage girl in front of this lecherous older arab man. A slutty girl who has got herself in trouble… I thought. He ran a hand up my back and stroked my hair over my ear. I shivered. With the other he reached around and took my cock and balls in the palm of his hand. I jumped at his firm touch.

“No real man has a little clit like this.”

“Hey!?!?” I struggled to move away, but he held me tight, occasionally tweaking my nipple to make me squeal as he worked my cock (or as he called it – my clit) through istanbul travestileri the panties. The mirror showed a smoking hot girl dressed in a sexy elf outfit being pleasured by much older man. I was so confused. Turned on at the sight of myself, but alarmed by the bigger alpha male using my body. Kareem was right, my tiny cock wouldn’t be able to satisfy a girl.

He ran his hands up my ass and caressed my smooth stomach, before quickly pulling down my panties, roughly cupping my balls. Shocked by the touch, I pushed back and staggered, tripped by the panties round my ankles.

Kareem looked down, and chuckled “Don’t worry babygirl, there’s plenty of other ways to give pleasure.” I tried to crawl away as he approached me from behind. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up. After a brief struggle he gathered both of my wrist in one hand and bound them in front of me with tinsel.

“Hmm. Festive.”

He hauled me back in front of the mirror and pulled down a cable and hook from the ceiling. He pushed a button on the drop down and my arms were winched above my head, leaving me balanced on the heels.

“Had these installed to help us put up signs.” Kareem pointed to the electric winch on the ceiling. “But this is a better display than I could ever have imagined.”

He pulled away and I was left standing alone in front of the mirror. I was taken aback by his absence, frantically looking about the store to make sure I couldn’t be seen. I began to get my bearings. Christ, I’m in trouble. My legs rubbed together as I tried to balance. The stockings felt amazing. The bells on the socks jingled slightly when I moved, and my attention was drawn back to the mirror. I marvelled at my beautiful dark green heels. I felt my nipples get hard and gently rub against the bra. Slowly, I teetered round to examine my ass. My legs were so long and slim in these socks! Damn I looked too hot. This was dangerous! I was so aroused by my reflection. As a guy, I always struggled to look attractive. Dressed as a girl I was a 10. I pouted at the mirror, trying out a sultry look. If it wasn’t for my erect little dick poking up from between my legs, nobody would have guessed I was a guy!

I heard heavy footsteps, and Kareem returned holding a bottle of lube. His shirt was open now, revealing a hairy broad chest and a big belly under a white vest. He was no longer wearing pants, displaying thick thighs. The bulge in his briefs was frighteningly large. My eyes widened and I tried to back away, unsteady on the heels. Kareem laughed and took more pictures, before grasping my stiff little cock in his left hand. I felt his right slide down my back and and a thick finger probe my ass. I gasped and my sphincter tightened in response. Kareem grunted appreciatively.

“Kareem, please Sir no.”

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” He asked rhetorically “To see that hot girl in the catalogue lost in pleasure?”

I tugged at my bonds above me but they didn’t give an inch. He began his two pronged assault: Slipping a large digit in my ass and slowly finger-fucking me, he gently jerked me using just his finger tips. Within minutes I was panting and my face flushed – the girl in the mirror biting her lip as she was fingered. I continued to fight and twist, but weakly, my resistance draining from my body. I moaned has he slipped in another finger and squealed as he curled them in my ass. My heels clattered feebly against the shopfloor as my knees gave from the pleasure. He quickened the pace.

“Kareem, please… I’m going to cum.” I whispered.

“That’s it baby, cum for Daddy”

“…Daddy?… fuck… fuck. I’m cumming!”

He curled his fingers in my ass and I shot my load into his hand. He milked my prostate with his fingers and I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I saw stars as my cum spurted into his fist in 5 or 6 bursts.

He raised the cum filled hand to my face.

“Good girls swallow.” He ordered. Still in the haze of my orgasm I opened wide and he fed me my own sweet semen. I swallowed, opening my mouth to show him I had drunk the entire load, just like the obedient pornstars I had seen in videos.

“Thank you Sir.” I said. He liked that, and gently spanked me. Mental clarity began to return to me, and I was flooded with shame. I decided to play his game to get out of there quickly.

He cut me loose and I collapsed. Cum was still dribbling from my clitty, and he handed me my panties back. I put them on, my rapidly shrinking package fitting snugly inside them. Thinking the ordeal was over, I began to get to my feet, and was surprised when he pushed me back down onto my ass. He loomed tall above me and released his large cock, which sprang out half erect, and getting larger every second! Not waiting for his cock to get fully hard, he pushed the growing head against my half-open red lips.

“Time to repay the favour, sweetcheeks” He grunted.

I opened my mouth to protest and he shoved his big brown cock inside, pushing to the back of my throat. I coughed and moaned but he thrusted again, and again. My back was now against a wall and my legs folded beneath me as he thrust into my mouth, filling my nose with his scent and testing my gag reflex. He used my ponytails like the reins on a horse, controlling me and pressing mercilessly into my increasingly sloppy mouth, abusing my hole and bringin tears to my eyes.

Girth Ch. 02

Amateur

She moves away from me, tossing the hood to the floor, and goes to the door where we entered. The door closed but with a young woman standing before it. Blinking tears clear of my eyes, I recognize her; a past playmate she must have invited to watch me being readied, or demonstrated, for what may be in store for her.

She’s young, tiny and thin; a clerk we met on a shopping trip once before. Barely 18, favoring dark clothing to go with her jet black hair and contrasting with her ivory skin. She’s without the heavy-framed eyeglasses with her blue eyes twinkling as I meet her gaze. Today she’s in a black graphic tee, a german headbanger band displayed upon it, and a blood red skirt; short black boots extending above her ankles, leaving most of her legs exposed.

Spit is dripping out from around my gag and I feel it drip down my chin and onto my chest. But no matter how much saliva escapes, it cannot match that in which I am sitting; the combination now makes me feel even more exposed to her view. Recalling the hood being placed almost immediately upon our entering, it becomes apparent she was a spectator the entire time, and I blush profusely.

“Did I not tell you how much she would enjoy this? Look at that puddle beneath her! Go see for yourself if you don’t believe me.”

The younger woman moves forward while the other goes over to some shelving along the wall. I look at her face for signs of her thoughts and the twinkling of her eyes grows brighter as she nears. Without a word, she runs a finger over me, over the fresh welts crisscrossing my breasts. I close my eyes for a moment, her touch both soothing and electrifying, and I bite once more on the ball.

“May I?”

I open my eyes at the sound of her soft light voice. She’s looking away from me, over her shoulder to my mistress who glances back before resuming a search for something amid the items on the shelf.

“Yes, you may. But be quick.”

The young woman looks to the side of the table and reaches, touching a button or switch that restarts the dildo in my ass.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh………urrrrrrrrrrrr…..mmmmmmmmm.”

My head rolls as it moves up and down, seemingly deeper in my smooth back passageway now that it is unaccompanied by the other in my cunt.

Yes, my cunt, I am reduced to this level, and loving it.

Her hands hold my head to stop its movement and she stares into my face. Fingers move into my hair at the back of my head and I feel a tug as the knot of the gag is undone. She pulls it gently free of my mouth, freeing more saliva before I can swallow, then giving me a minute to work some of the tension from my jaw.

Her hand still at the back of my head, she goes up on her toes and kisses me. I move my lips to try to return it but my response is stiff and out of sorts with my facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. She pulls back, touching my face.

“Its ok, just relax. Let me.”

Kissing me again, her lips incredibly soft after the hard ball, they move along my lips giving my upper and lower lip separate busses as she licks and kisses them. Her lips moving over my face, to my ear, where the tip of her pink tongue brings my earlobe into her mouth for a quick bite and suck.

“You looked so hot. Your body so much different than hers…”

I give a start, realizing she watched the other woman too; the one that was here before me. And I wonder now if she too has taken a turn in the swing and upon the table’s machinery-driven toys. My eyes must have clouded, exposing my istanbul travesti surprise and confusion, as she touches my face again and looks at me.

“No…no…I haven’t…yet.” “But I was here, yes, for the other.”

Fingers touch me, my breast, where the circle had been drawn earlier as if she too had to show me where a mark was left upon the other. I look up into her sweet face, only to find her pulled aside, her hand removed.

“That’s enough for now. If you want to touch my bitch, I have something else in mind.”

From behind, the black tee is lifted up over her head, exposing small breasts with silver rings piercing the long nipples. Hands come around, finding the rings, to tug and tease them; the girls face exhibiting enjoyment at this action.

“Stay right here.”

She steps from behind and flips a switch. A motor whirls and chain linkage tightens and clanks as the swing is lifted up, rising me back into the air until both toys are free. The switch flipped again and I swing gently above the table.

Moving again, she pushes the young woman to her knees before me, then taking hold of my knees, she pulls me forward and places my legs over the kneeling woman’s shoulders. She continues to pull me forward until my crotch is immediately before the woman’s waiting mouth.

“Reward my bitch now. Clean her cunt for me.”

At the first touch of her tongue, I’m gasping and twisting in my bounds. My clit overly sensitive still, each touch upon it is agony and heaven. Her instruction was to clean me and she’s careful to do just that. However, I’m in such a state of sexual excitement that the task is impossible. Looking up, I see her eyes upon us, her smile huge, knowing that she will never be able to keep up with my flow.

“Don’t forget her ass, let me see you do it.”

Her small hands go under my knees and push my legs up towards my chest. Her tongue moves down, rimming my still gaping asshole.

“Wait, let me see…”

And her face is pulled back, as she looks in at me. I can’t see but she must be pleased at the sight.

“Mmmmm, its that lovely? Now finish her!”

Her tongue returns, licking round and round. After several circles, the movement stops. I look down at the top of her head, just as her tongue pushes in. I wrap my legs about her head as the pink muscle wiggles inside my open asshole. My body tenses and I release again, but still the tongue, like the toys minutes ago, does not stop.

Hands take my face and direct my attention away from the hot girl giving me pleasure.

“She’s good isn’t she?”

I bite my lower lip and nod.

“Maybe I’ll let you play with her some more then….but not now, later.”

She’s pulled up from between my legs and her skirt unzipped and pushed down. No panties, no hair, sans an abbreviated pencil-thin landing strip, she stands naked before me for a moment, before led away, hand-in-hand by the other. Its then that I notice the harness and black cock adorning my mistress, who is now otherwise nude.

Twisting in the swing to follow their movements, my action serves to cause the swing to rotate to and fro, back and forth; defeating my objective of not losing sight of them. They go back to the right of me, where I now see a mattress on the floor. Each time the swing turns towards them, I catch a portion of the activity.

With a degree of gentleness, the young woman is directed to her knees and presented with the midnight phallus. With a glance at me, and before anadolu yakası travestileri the swing turns me back away, I see her hand wrap around it. Spinning back around, her eyes now closes, pink tongue circling the circumference of the head. I twist my head to try to maintain view and can just barely manage to watch her change from the use of her tongue to running her lips up and down the thick, black toy’s length.

Straining, tendons tight at the back of my neck, the swing’s movements almost still, I can just see them. Its at that moment, the hood again covers my face and blots out my vision.

Caught completely by surprise and unaware of the presence of anyone else, I let out a sharp gasp of shock. Jerking my head around as if that will allow me to see, I hear a soft chuckle as the hands smooth the hood back into position so that only my mouth has access to the sole opening in the fabric.

“Now we can’t have you spying now can we, Love?”

A touch upon my shoulder in drawn along my shoulder blade, the nail alone touching, not sharp or pressed firmly enough to mark but in my heightened state the sensation of its passing is etched on my skin. Pausing in the soft indentation above my sternum, the digit is laid flat, pointing north, and now the fingertip presses in that vulnerable cove. Funny, how you’re never aware of the places, some amazingly erogenous, others startlingly not, where a touch is magnified; and I’m discovering how easily this one quickly is not, the pressure quickly painful and held as if testing my pain threshold.

“Pl..please..”

Another laugh, but the finger is withdrawn.

The relief at its removal short-lived as a searing pain erupts from both nipples, both captured and flattened between fingers.

“Oh, these are a bit sore aren’t they? And surrounded by such wonderful color and welts.”

My body moves forward, pulled steadily and firmly, pain radiating from my breasts throughout my body and flooding my senses. A throbbing ensues that seems to connect the cane’s red rivers to what now must be incredibly stretched points. Just when I can’t imagine enduring more, they’re twisted, drawing a cry of terror as well as torture from my lips. Upon utterance of my shout, I’m released and left once again softly swinging back and forth in the otherwise still air of the room.

The removal of her fingers did not end the pulsating in my breasts, instead their resumption of normal shape and size only seems to fuel the continued burning along my welts and reddened flesh. Made easier by the slackness of my jaw, I breathe heavily with deep, sobbing, intakes of air which are then blown out from my nose into the dense cloth of the hood. The material becoming sodden from the mingling of my tears with the moist air from my nostrils.

Several minutes pass without a word from my new tormentor, who now seems busy at the table to my right. Adjustments of some sort are being made there as I hear the start and stop of the motor, short bursts as the engine is clicked on and off. My breathing now back to normal, I try to listen for activity behind me but all is muffled and concealed in the darkness in which my face is enclosed.

My arm grasped, I’m swung back to the right and over the table. The creaking of the chain announcing my descent back upon the toys affixed there. Agonizingly, tantalizingly, slowly, I’m impaled once more; this time front and back at the same time, sunk down until istanbul travesti my bottom is resting upon the tabletop with the full measure of the dildos deep inside me.

Staked upon them, hands undo the bindings of the swing with the leather and canvas pulled free of my body. Its support gone, I fight to remain upright and end up leaning forward to do so. Otherwise, the dead weight of my arms, locked and immovable behind me, brings a sharp ache to my lower back. Hands grip my knees, forcing them wide, leaving me open and exposed once more.

In this posture, perhaps inviting it myself, I’m subject to several fluid and severe lashes of the cane across my ass. Squirming after them, I realize the table edge ends just past the appendage buried in my ass. The refreshed anguish of my ass, forces me up back upright as I find the ache in my lower back no match for that being delivered below.

Footsteps as she moves around me, her placement confirmed by the gripping of my chin followed by the fragrance of her words upon my lips.

“I just had to add a few of my own.”

With her words, recognition of the perfume that has been applied to her body. Obsession… So fitting, especially when mingled with the body’s own fragrances, bodies’…. I will always know that scent, it fills my mind and I can smell and taste it from memory on a moment’s notice. And she carries it now; not a surprise really as I know now she was here before me, but to find it on another always brings a certain pride and longing within me.

With these thoughts running through my head, I didn’t notice her movement; but I do notice when her hand finds my left breast. Oh do I notice! Its laid upon me with force and would have sent me swinging had I remained suspended. Instead, it knocks me backwards, driving the anal probe just that much deeper.

As I struggle to straighten back up, I’m struck again in the same spot. And the pain is instant and searing. The pain shooting, intensifying; I’m held with her hand on the top of my head, she’s behind me now, landing short, fast slaps on the same spot on my breast over and over.

Then, as suddenly as they started, they stop.

I’m trying to calm myself, pass through the pain emanating from my chest, when the table is wrenched around. The fat toys within me, makes me moan out. My body going limp after all I’ve endured.

A hand on my head again. The hand clenches and draws the hood off me once more.

Sobbing as I draw in air, blinking to clear my eyes, she moves and leans in close so we are face to face. Her blue eyes like ice, so cool after all this, and she’s grinning.

“Perhaps I should have gagged you. You did cry about so.”

Her hand touches my face. I’d call it a caress as her fingertips move lightly over my cheek, but I knew better; she was just testing, gauging. And the slap that followed was as expected. Much like those she had planted on my breast, short, fast, hard. My hair gripped this time to keep me still.

Her hand raised for another, she’s frozen by a sound from behind. She turns her head and I look over her shoulder. Rising up, in a standing 69, the young girl is upside down, her mouth moving up and down on the fake cock of my mistress. The sound that drew our attention being the wet sucking noise of her pussy being devoured.

I shudder at the sight and knowledge of how well she is being pleasured. The sight short-lived though, as my new playmate turns back to me, finishing her slap. My face burning now…along with several other parts of me…she leans forwards and kisses me on the lips.

Her hands take hold of me and with a fluidness that announces her strength, she lifts me off the table. Carrying me to the far wall, I’m stood up with a collar placed around my throat. The collar then attached to a strap nailed into the wall. And with that, she leaves me to watch…

Willing Target

Babes

A commission

*****

Hannah relaxed back into the comfort of the low leather chair, her Michael Kors handbag on the floor besides her, her plain white coffee cup on a saucer in front of her, her eyes scanning across the quiet cafe, looking for her friend, Victoria, who just a couple moments ago had been queued behind her, ordering her own life-giving drink.

She raised a hand and waved as she saw Victoria, now with her own coffee glancing about to spot her friend. She smiled familiarly as she spotted Hannah and approached casually, settling down in the seat opposite and placing her cup and saucer down too, relaxing with a soft sigh.

“Busy week?” Hannah asked, a soft smirk on her full red lips as she tilted her head, looking across the table at her former manager, her eyes tracing over the woman’s slender body, lingering on her full chest, outlined by her smart attire.

“Oh, you have no idea, two people called in sick this week and-“

Hannah waved a hand dismissively, “Pfff, I didn’t mean work, come on, ‘busy week’? Any new conquests to speak of?” she grinned, briefly fishing her phone out of her skinny jeans pocket, helpless in her need to check for new notifications, opting then to leave her phone out on the table.

Victoria let out a little laugh and shook her head, a pink tinge on her cheeks as she nudged her glasses back up slightly, smiling across at Hannah, “Oh you haven’t changed a bit have you.”

“What, since we met for coffee and gossiped last week?” She smirked, “Not much, no. Come on, spill.”

Victoria let out a faux defeated sigh, then picked up her cup, taking a sip before smirking too, “Alright alright, so there’s this guy at work called Dylan okay? He’s a part-timer who’s just started, late teens I think, not sure but he’s got the most gorgeous hazel eyes, short dark hair, skinny little thing, mmf.”

“Oooh, he sounds divine! So, what? You did him in the changing rooms?” Hannah pressed, biting her lip eagerly as she leaned forward, clasping her cup in her hands.

Victoria shook her head regretfully, “I didn’t really think twice about him at first, but, ah, let’s just say I was having a ‘hard’ day and he, well, saw my bonus package. He didn’t freak out, he just blushed and looked very interested.”

“Soooo what? The bathrooms? Come on, where’d you fuck him!” Hannah whined a little, eager for the sordid details, practically bouncing in her chair, though she kept her coffee steady.

Victoria smirked and shook her head once more, “No, I haven’t actually fucked him yet, I’m being very flirty and suggestive but he’s playing hard to get,” she bit her lip, “I think he might have figured out how much I love the hard to get game.”

Hannah let out a pent-up breath and deflated some, “Aww Vicky you cock tease! You get me all worked up and left me wanting,” she pouted adorably, “he’s probably got a girlfriend already.”

Victoria smirked a little and shrugged, “Hope so, that’d be pretty hot I guess.”

Hannah laughed a little, “You’re hopeless!”

“I think that’s why we get on so well sweetie,” Victoria smiled and Hannah laughed a little.

They both sipped from their coffees, Hannah checking her phone, then using the screen to check her makeup, “So that was it huh?” she asked without looking up from her phone, “Your busy week and you didn’t actually, you know, stick your dick in anyone?”

“Afraid not,” Vicky sighed wistfully, “I’ve just been chasing this Dylan cutie… But come on, tell me about you. I’m sure you’ve got some interesting story or ten to tell, you always do.”

Hannah grinned, “Pfff ten, that was only ever the once! But you’re right, I’ve always got at least one, okay, so, I think this boy is going to be right up your alley.”

Victoria nodded gently then pursed her lips curiously, “Right up my alley as in, this story is going to leave me with blue balls, or right up my alley as in, you’re going to give me his number at the end of this?”

Hannah winked playfully, “Bit of both I think.”

Victoria settled back in her chair, holding her cup and nodded, excited and expectant.

“Alright, well, he’s called Ben, short dark brown hair, a bit of a sporty type so his body is, oh my god, his body is super fit Vicky, I think he plays badminton. His ass is properly sculpted.”

“You’re speaking my language so far,” she conceded, smiling.

“Just you wait,” Hannah grinned, “So I met him on craigslist,” she held up a hand as Victoria made to speak, “Yeah yeah I know, dodgy place, but he was looking for a gal like us to fulfil a fantasy of his.”

Hannah paused for a moment, smirking as she let the hype build for a few key seconds, Victoria merely raising a curious eyebrow.

“Rape fantasy. Receiving end.”

Victoria gasped a little and leaned forward, “No way? Really?” she all but whispered.

Hannah grinned triumphantly and nodded, “Aw Vicky, I wish I’d recorded it, honestly the best fucking lay I’ve had in months. He put istanbul travesti up just the right amount of fight and I swear he was like a virgin down there, it was so fucking good.”

Victoria, who was now noticeably blushing rested her elbows on the edge of the table, “Okay, I’m really interested Hannah, can you set us up?”

Hannah smirked playfully for a moment as if mulling it over, teasing with Vicky, but was quick to relent, “Oooh I think I could. Are you free tonight?”

“For that? Yes, fuck yes.” She laughed softly.

“Okay okay, I’ll reach out to him and see if he’s free tonight. I’ll text you later okay?”

Vicky nodded eagerly and settled back once more, her mind already thinking ahead to what awaited her that night, “Okay. Don’t let me down Hannah, this sounds like so much fun.”

“I’ll do my best, trust me eh?” She beamed, a twinkle in her eyes and Victoria smiled, knowing she would. “Alright,” Hannah continued, her tone implying she was switching topics as she took a sip of her coffee, “Okay, but on Thursday though I was swiping right on tinder and I came across this guy with just the cutest little nose…”

Victoria laughed and reclined in her chair, she shouldn’t have been surprised that Hannah had more than one conquest to speak of, but as Hannah regaled Vicky in the adventures of what she’d gotten up to, she found her mind drifting, she’d gone too long without to not be lost in thoughts of this Ben.

They talked for a little longer about this and that, agreeing to meet up same place next week for another such catch up if they didn’t bump into each other beforehand, which was always a possibility.

They hugged before they departed, Victoria careful not to crumple her business attire too much, Hannah careful not to smudge her makeup. They smiled at one another, knowingly and went their separate ways.

Victoria had often judged Hannah just a tiny bit for how glued to her phone she always was, but that evening she played the part of the hypocrite, hardly unable to tear her eyes away from her notifications, waiting for that elusive message from Hannah.

She was on the verge of giving Hannah a call, fearing she had been forgotten when her phone buzzed.

In a panic she fumbled so quickly for it that it slipped between her fingers, tumbling through the air to land screen down on the hardwood of her floor.

Reaching down she hesitated for a moment, staring at her Schrödinger’s phone, biting her lip anxiously as she recovered it, checking the screen for cracks, which it was mercifully free of.

Letting out a sigh and feeling an idiot for being so wound up waiting for a text she forced herself to take a deep breath, calming herself before she read the text, ‘Apartment 22, 105 Gentech Road, It’s the studenty part of town so you should be good to uber in and out! Have fun Vicky!! X’

Victoria bit her lip, feeling her heart hammering a little faster in her chest, excited to know that this was going ahead. She was already dressed and made up for the occasion, she’d kept with her professional theme as she quite loved the bossy feeling she got while wearing it, the confidence helping her along, but since she was, after all, supposed to be faux sneaking into the boys apartment she’d adopted a darker outfit than she usually wore, a black buttoned shirt that pulled slightly at her chest, a couple of the buttons visible straining, a look she liked, at least when the buttons didn’t pop off. To go with it she wore a pair of dark almost skin tight jeans, a pair of practical but smart shoes finishing off what was effectively a very casual business look.

She stepped towards the door to her own home, pulling her phone out of her pocket and ordering the Uber, only a few minutes away thankfully and pulled on a black overcoat, just to keep the chill off of her and give her some much-needed pocket space.

She took her phone, keys and a couple of essentials for what she was planning, a condom and a small sachet of lube which she slipped into their typical pockets before waiting by the door for her ride, impatient and excited.

She continued to check her phone, watching as the tracker of her driver weaved its way through the intricate lines of streets towards her, a notification popping up to inform her that her ride would be arriving soon.

Smiling she stepped out into the coolness of the late evening, closing and locking her door behind her before glancing around at the cars sweeping by, spotting one as it neared, its licence plate matching up with the one displayed on her phone.

Carefully she lowered herself into the back of the car, her cheeks turning a little rosy as she came out of the cold and into the warmth of his car, the seats, she noticed, heated under her butt.

“Gentech road, yeah?” her driver asked ever as he began to pull away, his eyes glancing at the phone mounted on his dashboard, already making his way there, his accent and skin colour indicating kadıköy travesti he likely wasn’t from around these parts.

“Yes, please,” she said, politely, her mind buzzing too much with excitement to really converse with him.

He glanced in the rearview mirror at her, noting her distracted demeanour and shrugged a little, some were talkers, some weren’t.

She looked out the window, watching the familiar streets of her neighbourhood retreat into the less familiar but still known surrounding areas, then the completely unfamiliar sections where she seldom if ever had a cause to venture to.

She glanced at her phone again, the trip would likely cost her about a twenty, the return trip similar, though at least she’d likely be able to secure a ride home whenever she was finished up, if she didn’t spend the night of course, after all the city never slept, less so the student part.

Almost on reflex she checked her image in the front cam of her phone, tilting her head from side to side, brushing a few wayward strands of black hair into place, pursing her full lips, red with lipstick, her eyes dark with eyeliner and shadow.

She couldn’t help but smirk a little at herself, she was going to sneak into her targets home, in the dark of night and set herself upon him, despite the fact he had consented she felt a little silly for making herself up so precisely for what was essentially a non-con fantasy booty call. It would be dark, messy and she would be lucky if her makeup didn’t get all smudged and smeared, but she didn’t care, she liked looking pretty.

She flicked back to the uber app and noted she was drawing close to her destination. Drawing in a breath and releasing it slowly, a little anxiously she pocketed the phone and nudged her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She hadn’t worn fake lashes tonight, they always left dark smears on the inside of her lenses and while she had considered contacts, she was so used to the appearance of glasses that her face just looked wrong without them.

Tapping her hand against the warm fabric of her jeans she watched as they pulled up alongside a tall building, not in the best of conditions, but she knew of much worse throughout the city.

“Here we go,” the driver said, smiling at her in a friendly fashion through his reflection in the rearview mirror.

She returned the smile and clicked the door open, thanking him briefly before standing and looking over the roof of the car, she glanced at the buildings as she shut the door, stepping onto the sidewalk as the car pulled away.

As the coolness of the night air once again hit her, made all the more noticeable by the comparable warmth of the now departed Uber, she spotted a building, her heart fluttering in her chest, ‘105 Gentech Road’. As her feet led her towards the building along the sidewalk she tried to think back to when she had last been this excited about an upcoming session and honestly it was a struggle. She absolutely adored the fantasy of taking a sweet piece of ass by force, but the closest she could ever really get were partners who didn’t mind her being more than a little rough. To actually have found someone who shared the fantasy, albeit from the other side, was something special, especially if he was as cute as Hannah had implied.

As she walked up towards the building she noticed a weird spacing between the ‘105’ and the ‘Gentech Road’ on the front of the building, she pursed her lips, curious for a moment but as she got closer she noticed something else that gave her a slight moment of panic, the building’s door had a magnetic lock, a small pad to let you dial in and a metal square for a key fob.

She stepped up to the small pad beside the door and glanced up at the multitude of rooms, some lit, most not. After a moment’s hesitation, she dialled in a random two digit number and waited, hearing it buzz. After ringing twice, she heard a rustle and a click, someone picking up the phone, she opened her mouth to speak, but instead there was a loud buzz and a click. Tentatively she took the handle of the door and pulled, it swung open to greet her. She smiled, brightly, pleased by the nature of students.

Stepping inside she looked towards a plaque, pursing her lip as her eyes scanned over the building’s layout, apartment 22 was on the third floor and while there was a pair of elevators at her disposal, she disregarded them, the stairs would be just as quick she fathomed.

Making her way up the tiled steps she kept her hand on the handrail, not wanting to slip in her rather smooth soled shoes as she climbed upwards. As she passed the first two floors she slowed a little, trying to plan ahead, to figure out her game plan once she was at the right apartment. She didn’t know it’s layout and she knew it would be almost pitch black unless he had some sort of a light source. Even just a few LED’s in chargers would be handy, she thought.

She hesitated for anadolu yakası travesti a moment, taking her phone out of her pocket. Briefly, she considered calling Hannah, getting a few more details before she committed fully, but, as she held her phone she let out a little smile, if she did have a light inside, the torch on her phone would suffice. That, and she didn’t fancy hanging around in the stairwell for too long, dressed as she was at this time of night she would stick in the mind, maybe even raise questions.

Tucking her phone away she came out onto the third floor, her eyes quickly scanning around, following the room numbers on the doors around her in the lit hallway.

Each floor it seemed had eight apartments, four on each side connected in the middle by a small corridor that gave access to the stairwell, elevator and, judging by the smell, the bin chutes.

She turned right, stepping through a heavy fire door and counting the numbers once more, identifying a heavy looking wooden door, a pair of twos on the door, one a little wonky.

Swallowing she stepped up to it, her feet stepping onto a doormat just outside the door, it looked like it had once had something written on it, but it had been worn away over time by the passing of feet.

Carefully and slowly she reached out, turning the door handle as quietly as possible, then pushing inwards with the side of her arm, excitement floundering as she flushed with colour, the door didn’t budge, locked, she realised.

She let out a quavering breath and glanced behind her, each door had a tiny peephole in its centre and she could practically feel eyes watching her, though the chances were unlikely. She took a step back and again reached for her phone, but paused, looking down, tilting her head.

Glancing around one last time she, squatted down and, curiously, lifted up the doormat. She smiled, reaching out and picking up a golden, if a little dusty key.

Not exactly unlocked as she had been promised, but close enough that it might as well have been. Cautiously she slid the key into the lock and slowly twisted.

To her delight she felt the mechanism inside the lock shift, letting out the quietest of clicks as she turned the key. Smirking, she drew the key from the lock, once more pushing the handle down and leaning her weight against the door.

It swung open on mercifully quiet hinges, the interior, as she had expected almost pitch black, only illuminated currently by the light spilling in from the hall around her. With soft footsteps she stepped around the door into the sweet, vanilla smelling apartment, pushing the door slowly shut behind her, working the handle so it didn’t click too loudly as it slid back into place.

Gently, in the dark, her eyes not yet adjusted she fed her key back into the lock, turning it and, she presumed, sealing herself in with the waiting Ben.

She left the key in the lock and gently turned around, careful in the dark as she didn’t want to knock anything over.

She drew her phone from her pocket and turned the screen on. She had intended to use the phones torch function to turn the camera’s flash into a light, but in the almost absolute darkness, the glow her phone gave off was enough to give her a general, if a little eerie view of the apartment she was in.

She was currently stood in a narrow hallway that led deeper into the apartment, where she began to walk. She passed a door on her right, open slightly, a small clean-seeming bathroom within, continuing on she passed a cupboard to her left, closed shut.

She stopped further down the hallway, coming across a door that, while not closed, was pushed to, obscuring what lay beyond it. She gently pressed the back of one hand to it, tilting her phone away from the door so, if the boy was in the next room, he wouldn’t catch a glimpse of the light it offered.

As the door swung open she had to calm herself, the adrenaline and excitement coursing through her had her breathing a little louder than normal and, in the almost silence, every little noise sounded like a cacophony. Beyond the door it was a little easier to see, one of the large rooms walls boasting two windows that, while shuttered, allowed a little city night light to bleed in through from the outside.

She could see that she was stood in a living room, a sofa, and TV in one corner, a desk and PC in another. To her right in the room was another door, propped open, leading to what seemed to be a very narrow kitchenette and as she looked left, she noticed, doubling back on the other side, was a partition, a curtain that separated the single room into two.

She furrowed her brow a little, with the door now open she could hear noise, the pitter patter of water, rain, it sounded like. Curiously she glanced towards the windows, it had been dry when she had arrived, but as she stepped deeper into the room she noticed the sound wasn’t coming from the windows, but from the partitioned section of the room.

Turning and pushing her phone into her pocket, her eyes adjusting to the dark and the few stray rays of orange cold light filing through the shutters giving her just enough light to see by, though she wouldn’t see anything in the way of detail. Not that she needed to, this was going to be a purely physical encounter.

What I saw in Sara’s Eyes

Amateur

It was only a plastic ball bat, but these Einstein’s were cowards to the core and ran like the devil was after them. When the last of the thugs retreated, I helped him up. Sean’s arms and legs had impact marks and he could barely open one eye. He staggered a bit as I held onto him. Sean had announced a year back that he was transgender and wanted to be called Sara. His Dad, who had been drinking heavily, promptly kicked him out. The three guys that I had just chased off had been hanging around the neighborhood and been harassing ‘Sara’ ever since he moved in with a friend. Evidently the taunts had turned serious and I found them beating the shit out of him.

He was my best friend till he announced he was trans. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around his declaration and as a result, I was the first to abandon him. I guess I am a bit of a coward too and I really felt shitty about that.

I noticed when I helped him up and reached out to steady him, that he seemed lighter in weight. He was almost frail, just like, dare I say it, a girl? He shivered. The short skirt and the blouse he wore were too thin for the cold snap that we have been having lately.

“Eric..?”

“I have you Sean…er… Sara. We need to get you to the hospital.”

“No, I can’t go there..” He groaned as I steadied him. My apartment was close and we managed to walk the couple blocks, partially supporting him. Sara practically fell into my bed from exhaustion. I swept the shoulder length, sandy blonde hair from his face and wiped his forehead with a towel, wet with warm water. I looked into his soft brown eyes and was surprised by what I found there. For the life of me, I thought I saw a girl looking back.

Most of what I thought were impact marks on Sara’s arms were dirt, thank God. They wiped away with the towel. But there were still enough real bruises to cause me concern. His eyes closed and soon, the rhythmic breathing told me he was asleep. I gently wiped his face and soon the makeup and grime came off with little trace. Unbuttoning his blouse to finish the wash job, I stopped; totally stunned. Not only was Sara wearing a bra, but there was…cleavage forming. He was growing…tits?

“I never took you for a peeping Tom, Eric.” He stirred slightly, opened his eyes and half smirked.

“I-I-I…” My face felt flush. “When did this…?”

Even though he was in pain, Sara laughed slightly at my discomfort. “My Aunt Felicia from Seattle has been paying for my hormone replacement therapy pills for some time now. Guess she is more progressive then her brother.” Sara cupped the breasts there and forced them together to accentuate the already present cleavage. “Whatcha think?”

My face burned and I looked away. I felt a hand on mine and heard. “It’s ok Eric. Sorry I teased you.” Sara’s smile eased my embarrassment a bit.

I looked into his eyes again and God help me, I finally saw it. There was a girl looking back. “You really are a girl Sara.” I declared.

Tears pooled up in the corners of Sara’s eyes. “Thank you Eric. Thank you for seeing the real me.”

I gave him… I mean her one of my T shirts to sleep in and returned to her room after she changed. Her clothes went into the washer and she snuggled down in bed. I tucked her in.

I grabbed the other pillow and a spare blanket from the closet. I soon found myself on my sofa and I lay there for quite a while mulling things over. Is it really possible for a guy to be born with a girl’s brain? It seemed so unlikely but after seeing the ‘girl’ in Sara, I wondered. Like I said, I felt shitty about abandoning her. I decided then that I wouldn’t bail on her again.

I awoke to the smell of coffee brewing and bacon frying. Sara was busy filling two plates for breakfast. She had on the clothes she wore last night, freshly washed and dried. When Sara set the plates on the table, I noticed she had applied fresh make up. I noticed her eyes right off and they were very beautiful. In fact it was difficult taking my mind off them. It is amazing just how a person’s perspective can change overnight.

After we had eaten, I gave her a lift over to where she was staying. We found out that her roommate Megan had packed Sara’s belongings up in boxes. Seems that when Sara couldn’t pay her share of the rent because of no job, Megan gave Sara’s room to someone with enough money for rent. If not for the new boarder, they wouldn’t have been able to pay the rent and stay there. Megan still felt bad and offered Sara her couch. Sara appeared downcast until I started hauling her boxes of belongings out to my car.

Her questioning eyes met mine. “I ditched you once girl; not going to do it again.” She cried as she hugged me.

Sara and I fell into sync. We would each take our turn at cooking and chores, more often then not, cleaning the apartment together. I thought it was going to be tough finding common ground, but we seemed to ease right into it. She began to tease me, calling me Boy Scout and Dudley Do-right. But the taunts had a soft, almost playful side and I began to feel istanbul travesti very ‘at home’ with her here.

Time passed and she started work at a local coffee shop. The owner was a friend of mine and after meeting Sara, was happy to add her to the staff. My roommate excelled at her job and soon became a customer favorite. I would always stop in and pick up my usual cup of java on the way in to my job at the county maintenance garage. I noticed she would flirt with the guys a little when they stopped on their way to work. This started annoying me a little and when I finally realized why I felt this way I thought; ‘Am I actually jealous?’

Over the next few months Sara grew more and more confidant about herself. Her part time job at the coffee house turned into a full time job at a resale/ antique boutique across the street. The owner, Pam, was a frequent coffee customer and the two of them got to be good friends. Pam was always finding good deals on clothing and as a result Sara’s wardrobe grew by leaps and bounds. So when Sara brought something new home, she insisted on modeling them for me. At first it wasn’t so bad. She would emerge from her room wearing a dress or some levis and t-shirt or blouse and I would nod my approval, trying not to look too close. That’s when things started to get weird. I started noticing her curves and especially her ass. One day she modeled a pair of hip huger jeans with a belly shirt. When she knew she had my attention, she did a slow pirouette in the living room. I just about tripped over the coffee table when I saw her backside. Not only was her ass just about perfect, but there was a G-string peaking out of the back of her jeans. And there, above the top of her G-string, was a tattoo of the Disney character Tinkerbelle. My God, she had gone out and got herself a .. tramp stamp! My mouth started to water and I got the funny feeling that I might be in deep trouble!

And then just as quickly as I got my roommate, she moved out to live with her boss, Pam. It seems Pam took to Sara like a mother to a daughter and since they got along so well, and she had a spare room… Besides, Sara felt guilty about me sleeping on the sofa. Thing was, I felt guilty too, about abandoning her in the first place. So, in a way, I guess we were even. I have to say, I did miss her. Feels funny calling Sara a her, but after I saw it in her eyes, I guess you could say I had little choice.

So I continued on with my life. I got back to my day to day routine, and Sara with hers. I didn’t even see her for the next few weeks, but she was on my mind quite often. At night when there was nothing good on TV, I would set on my sofa and think of her. In the month she that lived here, she grew on me. Hell, I’m no Casanova by far and I don’t date often. The time I spent with Sara while she lived here with me, was probably the most constant contact I ever had with a girl. Hmm, there I go, calling her a girl again, but it’s true.

Three or four months later I found a packet of mail shoved in between my storm door and my front door. A note told me it was for Sara, back before she had moved in with me. Her old roommate must have dropped it off. This was the perfect opportunity to go see her again so I stopped at the store where Sara worked, on my way home.

I had been to ‘Something Old, Something New’ before and thought it was a pretty neat place. It reminded me of the store that was in the TV show, ‘The Ghost Whisperer’. I loved that series because of the subject matter, the poignant moments and it’s hot star, Jennifer Love Hewitt. All of this vanished from my mind totally when I saw Sara. She was waiting on a customer and totally oblivious that I was even there.

I just stood there in shock. It was like the whole world just froze. I was standing off to the side and I was blown away by how sexy she was. Sara looked like she had even bigger breasts than the last time I had seen her, and the blue knit dress she wore highlighted her curves beautifully. She was a total Hotty. Her high heels made her ass stick out seductively and I knew for sure this time that I was in trouble. Am I falling for someone I shouldn’t be falling for, I wondered? I just shook it off.

After Sara had waited on the customer, I went to hand her the packet of mail. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she threw her arms around my neck. I could say that the hug creeped me out, but that would have been a damn lie. My arms wrapped around her waist nicely, and she hugged me, her warm breasts pressed up again my chest; and the way she smelled…

“I’ve missed you so much Eric.” She mumbled and then backed away, slightly embarrassed.

“I’ve missed you too Sara.” I responded, my throat a bit dry.

I heard somebody else cluck their tongue. “You must be happy to see your boyfriend, Honey.” Sara’s boss Pam, smiled wryly.

We both colored. “I’m not her Boyfriend.”

“He’s not my Boyfriend.” We both said simultaneously, giving each other a little more space.

Pam smirked. “Uh -huh. Sure, you aren’t.” istanbul travestileri

I gazed into Sara’s eyes, very embarrassed, as more shoppers entered the store. “Maybe I better let you get back to business.” Sara mouthed the words ‘call me’ before she greeted the newcomers.

What the Hell was going on with me? I was finding Sara totally fascinating. I watched her a little longer while she was showing a lady a set of antique silverware. As the customer was inspecting a serving spoon, Sara caught me watching her and smiled. She blew me a quick kiss and returned her attention to the lady. ‘Oh, boy’ I thought. I know for a fact that Sean never gave me an erection, but I couldn’t say the same for Sara.

When I returned to my car I found a flier under my windshield wiper. Looks like someone had hit all the cars along the street. It was an ad for the Founder’s Day Parade, picnic and dance, next weekend. My mind immediately floated back to Sara. I wondered if she would like to go. My thought process came to a screeching halt. “God, I must have it bad!”

I glanced back down the street. Sara was outside, on the sidewalk, talking to an older man. Shit! It was her dad! I trotted back up the sidewalk, just in case there was trouble. However, I could now see, from the looks on their faces, that wouldn’t be the case. I stopped short so they could have some privacy.

“I’m so sorry I kicked you out Sean…Sara.” William Blake swallowed hard. ” This came completely out of left field. I had just lost your Mom and I guess I wasn’t ready to lose my son as well…” There were tears in his eyes and you could tell he had been crying. “I finally realized, that no matter what, you were still my kid.”

“D-D-Daddy?” Sara’s voice broke, choking back her own tears.

He sniffed. “Been educating myself. I’ve really been trying to understand your… condition. I’ve been seeing a counselor.” His gaze dropped to the sidewalk. “Went back to AA too.” He choked a bit. “I-I-I’ve missed your Mother so much…” Sara’s Mom died in an auto accident over two years ago.

“Oh, Daddy.” Sara reached out and tenderly put her hand on his shoulder. A moment later the two embraced. They both cried as they held one another.

I slipped into the shop. Pam had been watching the two of them get reacquainted. There were tears running down her face as well. She smiled at me and I gave her a slight side hug. Sara and her dad stepped back inside the shop. Both of them seemed to have collected themselves a bit, and were in better spirits.

“Daddy, you know Eric.” We shook hands. “And this is Pam DiFalco. She owns the shop.” Pam’s eyes lit up as he took her hand. Funny, from my point of view, it looked like a spark had jumped between them when they touched.

For a moment I saw confusion on Sara’s face, which quickly changed to a smirk. “Pam, maybe my Dad would like a tour of the store.”

Pam smiled slyly. “What do you say? Want the nickel tour?”

Mr. Blake’s face lit up. “Can’t say no to a pretty Lady.” He turned back toward us. He blushed a bit and smiled. “You know Sara, you look just like your mother.” Sara and her Dad embraced again. “I love you.. Sara.”

“I love you too Daddy.” There were more tears.

After they separated, Pam slipped her arm in his. “You go by William or Bill?”

“My friends call me Bill.” He blushed.

“Mmm, Bill it is then.” She purred.

As they walked away from us, Sara’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “What’s with you?” I wondered.

“Oh, nothing.” She replied dreamily.

I cleared my throat. “Ah…Sara… you wouldn’t want to go to the… dance next weekend, w-w-would you?” For some reason I was sweating bullets.

“You mean like on a … date?” She smiled slyly.

“N-N-No. Not a da…” I sighed and swallowed. “Yes… on a date.” I corrected.

Her eyes were aglow. “I would love to Eric.”

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That week turned out to be a challenge at work as three road graders broke down at the same time. I was one of two mechanics employed by the county and my counterpart developed some kind of virus that took him out all week. By the day of the dance I finally finished up repairs on the last grader. It was five o’clock and I headed home to clean up. I left Sara a message so she knew I was running late. She said she would go with Pam and meet me there at the hall, where the dance was being held.

All the way over I had been fighting with myself about the feelings I had for Sara. Did I want to see if they were real and would I even have the courage to act on them? Was I gay for finding her almost distractingly beautiful? My head said one thing while my heart said something else. So which one would win?

When I arrived some guy was dancing with Sara and chatting her up. I am pretty sure he thought he had already ‘bagged’ her. But when I walked up behind him he lost without me firing a single shot. Sara’s eyes were totally on me as she slid into my arms. Looking downcast after istanbul travesti seeing the look on Sara’s face, the other guy just walked away. The song changed. It was the slow and haunting theme from the movie Titanic.

“Would you care to dance, Sara?” Her red satin dress, luscious red lips and highlighted blonde hair made her a vision. I chuckled to myself, finally giving in completely. A little voice in my head said, ‘Yeah, I’m hooked’!

Her shy smile spoke volumes. “It’s about time you showed up. I thought you’d never get here.”

Every night in my dreams, I see you, I feel you.

That is why I know you go on.

Far across the distance and spaces between us

You have come to show you go on.

Near, far, wherever you are,

I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more you opened the door

And you’re here in my heart

and my heart will go on and on.

I held her close as we danced. Her beautiful eyes peered into mine and I felt like I could lose myself there forever. “Eric, when are you going to stop fighting what you feel for me?”

I continued to gaze into her soft brown eyes. Sara’s perfume was driving me to distraction. “Is it that obvious Sara?”

She nodded and gave me a warm smile. “Something like that.” She giggled.

“Sara, I have been so preoccupied since you came back into my life. In my mind I see you everywhere I go. But it’s more than that. When I see you, when I look into your eyes, I always see a girl looking back at me.”

Sara smiled. “That’s all I could hope for Eric. That you would see me for who I really am.”

“But that’s just it Sara, I don’t I see you as just any girl.” I paused dramatically. “I see you as my girl.”

I couldn’t hold back any longer. Her eyes were glassy as I took her sweet lips with mine. I heard Sara sigh as a wonderful tingling enveloped me and I knew in my heart that this was right. Her lips tasted of sweet cherries and the kiss deepened as I pulled her tighter to me. Her arms snaked their way around my neck and I swore the world stopped for this moment. I thought I might lose myself totally, but I didn’t care. If this moment in time would stretch on for eternity, I knew I would be happy.

The kiss ended way too soon, but it allowed me to look into her tear filled eyes again. “What do you think?” I breathed.

“I’m not sure.” she purred. “I think we need to try that again.”

Our lips met again and it was even better, if that was possible. I had taken a chance with the first kiss, so afraid I might screw it up. But with this kiss I knew Sara wanted it as much as I did. The warmth of her touch, the taste of her lips, every sensation became magnified. Passion with this beautiful woman was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. Sara’s fingers gripped my hair almost desperately. A small moan escaped her lips as she pressed her warm body into mine. My hands slid to the small of her back as her lips parted and my tongue entwined with hers. Every touch, every caress was electric. The music faded and Sara became my only reality.

A slight jarring broke me from the spell she had put me under. Pam and Sara’s dad, of all people, bumped into us while dancing. Shit! I didn’t even know he was here!

Pam leaned in to whisper. “Before you two start striping each other down on the dance floor, you better go get a room.” She smiled at her date. “Besides, I have the funny feeling I won’t be home tonight anyway. Why don’t you two go on and have some fun?”

Bill eyeballed me dancing with Sara. Pulling himself up to his full height, he demanded. “So Eric, what are your intensions toward my daughter?” I was caught completely flat footed. I blushed and stuttered a bit. Both him and Pam broke out laughing at my distress. Bill gave Pam a wink and a little twirl and they danced away from us.

“What was that all about?” I murmured, under my breath.

“Seems like Pam and my Dad are getting …tight. When they met, I thought I saw something pass between them. The two of them have been spending quite a bit of time together lately.”

“And are you alright with that?” I asked.

Sara nodded. “This is the first time I have seen Dad smile since Mom passed. He is happy again and so is Pam. Pam’s husband was killed by a drunk driver, so I know that she will keep him on the straight and narrow. But more than that, Dad and I have been talking. We are getting to know; I mean really know one another. It’s so much better between us.”

I watched them a bit more and Sara gently tugged on my chin till I was looking at her again. “I think you are supposed to be concentrating on me, Silly.”

I grinned and shook my head. “Damn, you are hot tonight Sara.” I was immediately rewarded with a kiss.

“So, I guess this means you are pretty much smitten with me.” Her beautiful brown eyes twinkled as they peered into mine.

“It shows that much, does it?” I asked.

“Uh-huh.” I couldn’t get enough of her. We kissed again. “Mmm. I like the way you kiss, Baby.” She purred.

“So, what would you like to do, dance some more?” I wondered. Sara rolled her eyes, took my hand and pulled me from the dance floor toward the exit. We were barely out the door when I pulled her back into my arms for another kiss. Yeah, I was hooked like a fish. Her lips were scorching as I backed her against the building.

White TV + Black Gangsta – Love

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If you recall from “White TV + Black Gangsta – 1st Date”, I am submissive white TV Jill, and my black gangsta boyfriend is Jesse.

After our first date, Jesse visited me regularly. Whenever he could get away from his longtime black girlfriend, he would sometimes call me, and sometimes just show up at my apartment door! That surprised me at first. The first time he did that I wasn’t dressed up. How embarassing. He took one look at me, slapped my face, and told me to always be ready for him. He stalked away.

I learned to stay shaven smooth, full makeup on, sheer nylons encasing my long sexy legs, and long blonde wig on whenever I was home. I was becoming completely feminized and I loved it. He was training me in what pleased him.

Then one night…

There was a loud, demanding knock at my door. It was late. I was a little scared. I only felt safe now when Jesse’s strong black arms were holding me tightly. I checked the peephole, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was Jesse. I opened the door. He walked in, wearing a tight black t-shirt and baggy shorts. His goatee was nicely trimmed. His head was freshly shaved. He was black as night. He slammed the door shut.

“Jesse! I missed you!” I ran into his waiting arms and felt the thrill of being held by a black man who knew what he wanted from a gurl like me. Without a word, he took my chin, tipped my head back, and leaned down for a kiss.

My thin white lips were lost as his soft, sexy, demanding African lips covered them. Even a black man’s lips are bigger and sexier. His tongue pushed into my moist mouth and our tongues did a loving battle that made my small clit hard, and his BBC even harder than I had remembered it. As we kissed, his hands roamed down my back and lifted my short dress so my long white legs were revealed to him. Jesse was a leg man for sure. He had told me that his girlfriend had gotten fat and her legs were ugly. She had never worn nylons for him during sex either.

He broke our kiss, but still held me so tightly that my love, and lust, for him was undiminished.

“Jill. I need you right now. You my top bitch, you know that, right?”

“Yes, Big Daddy.” He loves it when I call him that.

“I kicked out my ole fat black bitch Shawna tonight. She fucked with me once too many times. She gone.”

I was ecstatic. But I had to show my man respect. “Big Daddy, I’m so sorry. I know you and her had a history. Let’s sit down. I’ll get you a drink. We can talk.”

He stopped holding me (oh no!) and flopped onto my sofa. As I walked past him, I swiveled my hips and shook out my long blonde hair. My high heels shaped my legs beautifully. My clit was rock hard now.

I always keep spare powder and lipstick in the kitchen for just such an occasion. I quickly reapplied a thick coat of red to my lips, and touched up my face before getting him his Colt 45 (his favorite – I’m not kidding).

As I approached him from the kitchen, I saw his deep brown eyes looking me over. A slight grin appeared. I handed him his drink and sat down next to him. I crossed my legs and gave him an excellent view of my stocking tops and how nicely they contrast with my creamy white soft skin. His hand moved to my knee. I smelled his mixture of sweat and aftershave. My senses were invaded by my man’s odor. I knew that odor so well. Even days after he leaves me, my nostrils are filled by him. I am his property. I am proud of that. How many white TVs would give anything to be in my position? Come on, all you gurls reading this, fess up!

He took several deep swigs and put the can down.

“Jill, you mine, you know? My house back in da hills is empty now. You comin’ back there with me tonight. Understand?”

I had no idea he had a house there! It is an exclusive area, with numerous wealthy black athletes and black businessmen living there. Can I believe what I am hearing? This sexy black man with money wants lil ole me to come to his very own house in the hills? Even tho it was for just a few hours… I was stunned. A tear fell from my eye. I wiped it away before he noticed.

“Yes, sir! Big daddy, I’ve been dreaming of you taking me to your place ever since we met. But I knew that for appearances sake, you couldn’t. Now that you want me there, you’ve made me the happiest gurl in the world.”

I wrapped my arms aroud his neck and pulled his dark, sexy face to my pale, lustful one. Kisses of love. Kisses of passion. I sucked on his big tongue and stroked his black cock that had already made a tent in his shorts. I was tender with the head, and felt his cock reach its full 10″ length. I started to pull down his shorts when he pushed me back.

“Not here, bitch! Get yo’ shit together and meet me at my car.” He left my apartment in a huff.

Now I cried bigger tears. istanbul travesti Had I offended him? What did I do wrong? Yes, I lusted after him like a Nordic princess/wife with her African king/husband. I never wanted Jesse to be angry with me. Never. I promised myself to make sure I was always submissive to his needs – all his needs all the time. I meekly obeyed and gathered my things. He was in his long black Mercedes (even his car was long and black). I knew he was in control so I was not surprised that he didn’t open the car door for me.

I slid onto the black leather bench seat, and without the need for instruction, moved to his side. I had changed into my 5″ heels, which I knew he adored, but another tight black dress, knee length. I suspected he would find it more of a turn on for him to be seen in public with a ‘proper’ white woman at his side, dressed in a conservative manner, rather than a slut. I was right.

“Jill, you are fuckin’ hot. I feel like I’m gonna get a blowjob from an old asshole boss’s wife who I picked up comin’ home from church on a Sunday! “

I glowed! He liked me again. I snaked my small pale hands with their red painted nails onto his lap, but didn’t move them. I felt his cock begin to harden. Could I wait until we were in his house before I unzipped his pants and did whatever he wanted?

“I’m here for you, Big Daddy.” I demurely moved my hands back to my lap, like any good self-respecting white gurl would do.

His arm was around my shoulders. We looked like a happy, healthy, sexy, interracial couple going home after a movie or a dinner. Other drivers stared at us. I leaned my head on Jesse’s shoulder and let my long blonde hair cascade down. White men on the street glared as we waited at a stoplight. Jesse smirked at them.

Finally, one white man looked at me and shouted “Slut whore!”

How did Jesse react? Did he jump out and kick the guy’s ass? Jesse would have been arrested. Instead, he honked his horn to get the white guy’s attention, and turned my face to him and kissed me with the sexiest open-mouth soul kiss I’d ever had. That’s my man! I could see the white guy turn five shades of red, and just as he was about to scream more obscenities, the light turned green and Jesse sped off. If I wasn’t sitting down, cuddling against a strong black man, I would have swooned.

As we pulled into his driveway, I was modestly surprised. It wasn’t a mansion, but, as I would learn later, it had six bedrooms, four baths, a home theater, and a pool. The landscaping appeared beautiful, lit as it was by soft glowing exterior lights.

Jesse got out, and I started to slide over to the passenger side to let myself out. As I reached for the handle, the door suddenly opened. What happened? I felt frightened. I was in a strange place. Then I saw a large, strong black hand offer its assistance to me. It was Jesse! His gentlemanly act threw my off, but delightfully so.

“Allow me, my lady.” I was stunned. He was keeping me off balance, and I loved it. You see, I love surprises. As I got out, I gave him a really nice view of my legs. An ‘appeteaser’, you could call it.

We walked arm in arm to his front door. There was a man standing there! He too was tall, black, and muscular.

“Good evening, sir, and ma’am” he said to Jesse and me.

“Evening, Killer. Everything ok?”

“Yes sir. Peaceful. All security cameras and alarms operational.”

“Good. Keep it that way.”

“Yes sir, I will.”

During the entire conversation, Killer’s eyes had remained forward, scanning the surroundings. A naughty thrill went up my spine. I knew Jesse was involved in something illegal, like gang activity. But I didn’t know that he needed all this security. God, I was even more turned on now. I was with a real live dangerous criminal black gangsta! And he had chosen me. He would never regret that decision.

We entered his home. The foyer was magnificent. The home’s exterior did not do this justice. A three story high entryway. A curving staircase to the bedrooms. A living room with big soft couches. An antique loveseat!

“Ya noticed that loveseat I see.”

“Oh Jesse, it’s gorgeous!”

“Bet ya didn’t think I was cultured. Did ya?”

“I didn’t know. I ah….”

“An old girlfriend had me buy it. She said it was some French king’s in the 1700s.”

My heels clicked on the bamboo flooring as I walked over next to him. Even in my heels I still had to look up to see his handsome face and bedroom eyes.

“Well, Jesse, I’ll bet that old king never thought that an African would someday own it and seduce, kiss, and make love to a leggy blonde on it.”

Jesse laughed like I had never heard him before! It was a rich, wonderfull, joyous laugh. One that a man would şişli travesti have when his woman made him happy. It made my clit twitch in reaction.

I hadn’t noticed, but Jesse had circled in back of me. I suddenly felt his arms encircle my waist, and felt him press against my ass. His erection made me feel that special tingly feeling that a white gurl can feel only when anticipating that a BBC would soon be entering her. I sagged against him and let out a moan.

“Oh, Big Daddy…I need you so bad…”

His strong forceful black hands moved upwards from my waist to my chest. He cupped my black bra through my dress and began rubbing small circles. His face buried itself in my soft hair. I heard him take a deep breath.

“I love blondes. They’re so fuckin’ feminine. The most feminine of all. Like always needing a black cock to fill ’em. Y’all are like that, right?”

“Ye…ye…yes. We blonde gurls know that black men represent the most potent masculinity of all. We…oh god that feels good… know that we were meant to lay with strong black men. We are meant to give you…oh god, yes…anything that pleases you…”

He turned me around. I had licked my lips slightly in anticipation.

“Blonde white gurls in red lipstick and nails…sheeeeeit…”

He picked me up and carried me to the loveseat. Thank god my heels stayed on (He hates it when they come off. Except those times that he likes to appreciate my reinforced toe silk stockings by kissing and licking my toes)

As he slowly lowered me on my back, I noticed that this was a very large loveseat. My conservative dress was now at mid thigh. I teased him by pulling it back to my knees. He growled in anger.

“Don’t move, now…” He stripped off his t-shirt and shorts. He had on a jock strap (will this man ever cease to amaze me?). “I been playin’ some hoops. Not that I EVER need to explain nothin’ to you.”

He sat on the edge of the loveseat, and with one hand pinned both my arms over my head, and with the other forced my dress up to my waist, revealing my stockings and panties. He grinned evilly. I returned the grin. I was at his mercy. All thoughts of caring about myself vanished. I cared only about pleasing him. Him and him alone. Doing for him things that old girlfriends had denied him.

Slowly he got on top of me. My legs parted for him. As a white gurl should for her black man. He pulled my panties off. I pulled his jock strap off and his hard cock popped free. I couldn’t take my eyes from it. The head was magnificent. He was 10″ long and 6″ around. One of the many reasons I loved…yes, loved, this man.

As he gently laid on top of me, my tiny clit seemed to disappear as his sweaty black manhood and huge balls took me over. He was the superior black male, I would be his pleasure giving white gurl.

He rained kisses upon me. Our lips were joined for what seemed an eternity, but unfortunately was not. His tongue fucked my mouth just as surely as his cock shortly would. As we kissed, I created a slight vacuum by sucking in and his delicious saliva flowed into my mouth. This surprised him, and his groan told me he liked it. I swallowed his saliva just as I swallow his cum when he fucks my mouth.

Finally our kiss ended. We both gasped for air. His cock was so hard now that I begged him for it.

“Please, Big Daddy, may I suck?”

He didn’t waste one word on me. He sat up and showed it to me. It approached my face and my slutty mouth opened to receive it. But now he teased me. He wiped the precum from its tip across my lips and around my nostrils. The scent drove me mad. He dangled his black cock into my blonde bangs, which gave me the change to smell, lick, and clean his huge black balls.

I feel most strongly that it is the proper show of respect for a white gurl to lick clean her black man’s genitelia before, and after, he fucks her. My tongue gently covered his balls and tasted the salty tang of his sweat. His manly black scent made my clit harder and harder. I knew that I would be soon rewarded with his essence.

After cleaning his scrotum, my tongue slithered to his anus. It was just as manly. Just as salty. Just as wonderfully tasty. I kept circling his anus with my tongue.

“Jesus, Jill…don’t stop…”

For just a moment I did stop so I could say, “Yes, sir, Big Daddy…”

Then my tongue, without warning, invaded his asshole. He yelped. He reached backwards and I felt his black hand in my blonde hair, pushing my face closer, and my tongue drove in deeper. His asshole was my kingdom of the moment. I explored my kingdom, licking it cleaner than it had ever been. After all, I was his loving, perverted, white gurl. This was expected. And I more than obliged. My tongue bakırköy travesti went in as deep as it could and began swirling around, tasting every square inch of the walls as I slowly withdrew.

I though Jesse was in pain he was groaning and moaning so much. But I knew he was enjoying it. So I began ever-so-slowly tongue-fucking him. Slowly in. Swirls. Slowly out. Swirls.

“Sheeeeit bitch I love it!”

“Hmmmmmmmm” was all I could manage at the moment.

After a long long while, I realized that I had cleaned and thrilled him thoroughly without allowing him to cum. I wanted our first cum on this French king’s loveseat to be special.

“Yummmm Big Daddy…please fuck me…I am nothing but a horny submissive white gurl who needs her black man’s seed planted oh so deep inside of her. I know that I’m lucky that you chose me. I promise to always please you in any way you want. Would it please you now to know that some dead French king is looking down at a big-dicked black man fucking the hell out of a frustrated, nylon wearing white gurl – all on his loveseat? And oh yes, King – he’s not wearing ANY protection!”

“Fuck yeah!”

He again resumed the missionary position. But no white missionary was ever hung like this black man! I lifted my long nyloned legs and wrapped them around my strong black lover. He needed no help in positioning his cock at my special pussy. Then he surprised me again. He gently kissed my lips as he pushed the first inch inside me. I gasped. Another kiss. Another inch. I was in heaven. He knew it. I knew it. Kiss after kiss, inch after inch penetrated me. His black cock stretched me and I was totally fulfilled. He stroked my soft blonde hair as I rubbed my legs against his naked black skin.

“I love how you smell, Jill.”

My god – my nylons were making him even harder. I stared into his eyes and he was grimacing in pleasure. I felt his cock slowly swell evern more, but he still would not grant me his cum.

Finally, my tiny white clit exploded and I pulled his large lips to mine. I cried tears of joy as I came and I tasted his mouth again.

“Oh god, Jesse. I love you! Please cum inside me. You’re deeper inside me than any man has ever been. Oh… you’re getting even bigger, my darling, my Big Daddy….ohhhhhh..”

I came again. Then I heard him bellow out, louder than ever before…

“Jill – I’m cumming…take it…oh god….you’re the best gurl ever…..shitttt…”

His first shot of cum filled my depths, the second coated my asshole walls, the rest…I lost count…spilled out…or at least a few drops. I clamped down as he came. I felt the very essence of this sext black man flowing from his strong body into my soft, yielding white body. He gave me everything I could ever have wanted.

He collapsed in my arms. His full weight was now upon me. I held him tightly with my legs and my arms. I licked his neck and tasted the streams of sweat that were now pouring off of his body.

I felt my ass absorbing his cum. I wanted it to stay inside me. We merged. Black into white. It felt so right.

We fell asleep for a while. Jesse woke first and kissed me awake.

“Did I tell ya that blondes turn me on?” He grinned.

I kissed him in reply.

“Did I tell you I had a thing for black men?” I grinned back.

He soul kissed me in reply.

“Well, Jesse, I guess it’s time for me to get ready for you to take me back to my apartment.” I sat up and began straightening out my nylons. His eyes never left my legs.

“What ya talkin’ ’bout?”

“I don’t want to go, but I thought…”

“You staying.”

I felt a warm flush throughout my entire body. I’d never stayed with a black man for an entire night and gone home the next day. I’d dreamed about it, imagining me being held in a black man’s arms all night, being awoken by demands for blowjobs, and loving every moment. Now Jesse is making another dream come true.

“Oh darling Jesse. I love you. Thank you. A whole night together!”

“What ya talkin’ ’bout?”

“Ummm our spending all night together.”

“You staying…for good! You my woman. One of my boys is getting your stuff from your apartment now.”

“What, darling…do you mean…”

He stood up and motioned for me to do the same. I melted into his arms, so powerful and black and loving. Then he picked me up and carried me upstairs – to the master bedroom. Or should I say to my master’s bedroom.

He laid me on the four poster bed – oversized and yet another antique. I was in a daze…trying to imagine living with this wonderful, powerful, sexy black man forever…as his white wife…keeping his home clean, neat, and having meals ready for him. Like a sexually uninhibited Mrs. Cleaver married to a huge black man, giving him head and rim jobs every night.

“Glad ya straightened out your nylons. I a leg man ya know.”

As he crawled on top of me, entering me once more, I too entered something. I entered a world of interracial sexual loving giving bliss.

“Yes, my sweetheart Jesse, black and white do go better together.”

Wedding Bells

Babes

Kate

We got up early. I headed to Mom’s, and Ally went to her folks’. Amanda went on home; we would see her later at the wedding.

Mom was in the kitchen, eating, and told me to sit down, as she had something to tell me. Hmm…I sat and had something to eat while she told me something that floored me! She told me that I was going to be made a Priestess and so was Ally. My initiation would take place at Auntie’s. I told Mom that I thought I had more studying to do. She said that I did but that my skill level was at Priestess level.

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Estella

It’s been an interesting two days, that’s for sure! Lady Jenna and I hit it off really well.

When I arrived at the wedding, it was outside, but they had a canopy over the guest seating area to make it shady for the guests. I saw the bridesmaids; they were dressed in peach veils that went to their ankles, and they wore matching heels but were otherwise naked. Hmm…well, the invitation did say that the wedding party would be in the nude! They were standing in a row with a space in the middle for Kate and Allison.

When the last of the guests had been seated, Madam Kwong, dressed in a typical Chinese dress of red and green with a dragon design on it, walked over to a gong and banged on it once. Momma Rose’s girls began playing on their drums–a very soft drumming, I should say. And Momma Rose appeared out of nowhere; she was wearing a red dress and a gold necklace, and she had a snake wrapped around her shoulders and was carrying a broom.

In her big booming voice she said, “Let all here honor this couple that is about to be wed. Who presents Kate?”

Kate’s father said, “I do.” And he walked her down the aisle to her spot. She was wearing a green veil, matching high-heeled boots, and a gold waist chain.

She then asked, “Who presents Allison?”

Allison’s father said “I do” and escorted her to her spot.

Alison was wearing a red veil, matching high-heeled sandals, and a gold waist chain as well.

The whole time, the drums were beating and you could feel the rhythm of the drumming. Madam Kwong banged her gong again, and Lady Freya came and stood beside Momma Rose. Lady Freya had on a green dress trimmed in red. She wore red boots, and her dress was split to her waist. She wore a winged headband and carried a sword. I could see a set of keys on her belt. Now I was totally intrigued, as this was a first for me; I have seen lots of weddings but none like this. The gong sounded yet again, and each maid of honor removed first the girls’ veils then their footwear; they were now naked save for their waist chains. I swear that their ink was sparkling! Must be the sun shining on it; then again, they are ladies of power.

I must confess I was very amazed, but it’s strange that when the girls got naked I thought, “OK, they’re nude; so what?”

Now that they were nude, Momma Rose spoke again. “Kate, Allison, you two were made for each other, and now you are here to be wed. Do you two accept the will of the Gods?”

They replied together, “We do.”

She then placed the snake around them and said, “With this serpent you two are joined as one.” “Shudders” I am not a fan of snakes, but on them it appeared to be so natural. They kissed each other, but the ceremony was not over just yet.

After they kissed, Momma Rose removed the snake and wrapped it back around her shoulders. She gave the broom to Lady Jenna and Lady Cathy, who were wearing dresses in red and green as well. They held the broom about a foot high. The gong sounded, and the girls jumped over the broom.

Lady Freya now took the center of the stage. She removed the keys from her belt and gave them to Kate. Kate then said, “Ally, do you accept these keys to our new home together?”

Ally replied, “Kate, I do accept them.” She then took the chain they were in and placed it around her neck.

Lady Freya then removed the sword from her sheath and handed it to Allison, who asked Kate, “Kate, do you swear to defend me, our children, and our home?”

Kate replied, “I swear to defend you, our children, and our home.” She took the sword and turned around and held it high so all could see it. Allison turned around then as well and held her keys so all could see them as well.

Madam Kwong now came over, clapped her hands together, and said, “I hereby declare Kate and Allison as one. May none ever try to separate them, or the dragon will hunt them down and destroy them!” With that, the drums began to play loudly and the girl Lynn began to play on the gong. Needless to say, it was indeed a very moving ceremony. The guests began to hug and kiss the girls like in any traditional wedding.

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Watching the ceremony, I was very impressed of the mixing of traditions that complemented each other. After all, the girls have ties to all three: Haitian Voodoo, Norse magic, and Chinese magic. Jenna told me that Kate and Ally would be promoted to Priestess rank when they got back to Lucy’s. “Smiles” I don’t think that wedding can top this one; it will, after all, be lower key and more Wiccan in style, for Silver is in charge of it, but we shall see. I was loosely watching Silver during the ceremony, and I could tell that she was impressed.

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Silverfang

I was amazed at the wedding; I have done several now, but this one was fantastic! No, I will not try and top this one, for the one at Lucy’s is more for friends and fellow witches, whereas this was a combination of family, fellow witches, and non-magic-users.

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Allison

Wow, we are now officially married! We will fly up to Lucy’s tomorrow, and Kate has already shipped her truck up. I thought Lucy was going to gag about that, but she gave in; after all, it really is the only thing that Kate truly owns. Besides, she looks cute in her pit- girl outfit, which she has taken to wearing when she messes around with her truck.

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Lucy

“Smiles” The girls are now as one, like they were meant to be.

“Sigh” I had to agree to let Kate ship her truck up. It’s not like it’s beat up or anything, but a truck–come on, gee–when she can have any car or truck in the garage? Then again, it is hers, and she does love to tinker with it.

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Jenna

Whew one wedding down and one more to go. Let’s hope the second one is just as wonderful as the first.

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Norma

You all may think you know what goes on in a prison, but it really depends on who the warden is. In other words, as long as he gets his cut of whatever is going on– though there are some that do their jobs totally clueless our warden is in on everything. He has outfitted each cellblock with a brand new widescreen HDTV and has an in-house TV channel, which is all we see.

The warden wandered in on Friday night and called us together. (Yeah, he’s that kind of guy he’d fit perfectly in any of the old southern prison movies. Most wardens wouldn’t dare go into a cell block with just one guard.) He announced that since we were all friends of Kate’s, we would get to watch the wedding on our TV. Sure enough, Saturday afternoon we had a special channel on just for us. The picture was clear as could be. Damn, I recognized most everyone that was gathering.

Hector told me and the other two bitchboys to dress nice but sexy. He said, “It’s a wedding, after all” and told us to behave while watching it.

I wore a nice sundress and heels and stockings. (I am forbidden to wear underwear. The other two girls can; they have earned that right.)

The wedding started, and some of the guys asked me how old the hot china doll, as they called Kwong, was. I told them that she was in her sixties. Their jaws dropped; even Hector was surprised.

One of them said, “Damn, she looks like she’s fifty or in her forties.”

I just smiled and told them that I had known her forever; she was looking thirty when I was a kid in high school.

One of the guys whistled and said, “Damn, the girls are naked under the veils.”

Hector shot him a look and said, “Show respect, and yes, there’s gonna be nudity, so behave!”

Well, you could have heard a pin drop when the girls got naked and jumped the broom. Damn, I never could do a standing jump, even back when I was on the track team.

Hector was proud to see his wife sitting in the front row with Kate’s family. Just as the service ended with the drums and gong playing, Hector got a call on his cell phone and the camera switched to show his wife, who was talking to him in Spanish (damn, I need to learn more Spanish than I know now). She waved to the camera, and the guys gave her a shout-out as Hector put the phone on speaker.

Kate walked over with Allison, and she told the guys in Spanish that they were still all her family as well and that the Lobos ruled! She also told them that Allison was pregnant and they were going to have a girl. The guys let out a cheer at that news and wished her well.

Fucking Kastle, the bitch, held a sign up saying “Fuck you, Norm.” The guys–even Hector– laughed at that. I just turned red.

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Hector

Kate’s new father in law set it up so we could watch the wedding on our prison TV. Hmm…he azeri escort is definitely a guy not to mess around with but one to get to know. I saw the damn attorney general of the state there and lots of other state senators and representatives. Even the one that set Norma up, and she was in the second row behind Kate’s family.

Hmm…who is that hot bitch with the bright red hair? She smiled at the camera, and so did the sexy black girl that she was with. I will ask Kate who they are. They looked damn hot.

My wife Estella was sitting next to Kate’s mother and father; now that is a real show of respect.

I had to laugh when Senator Kastle held a little sign up that said “Fuck you, Norm.” All the guys laughed at that as well, and Norma turned a bright red. I wonder if anyone there saw her little message other than the camera operator.

When the girls stripped off the veils and their shoes, you could have heard a pin drop. Damn, there they were, naked as the day they were born.

I did spot a real hot lady in a black dress with silver trim. I wonder who she is. Damn, she had an upside-down pentagram around her neck. Lots of the guys, including me, made the sign of the cross upon seeing that. Well, she was with Kate’s family, so she must be OK. She had three other women with her, and they were also dressed in silver and black, but they wore their pentagrams star up.

I’ve got to admit the sword and keys were a cool touch to a wedding; I have never seen that before. The drums and gong playing together at the end of the wedding was a cool touch as well.

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Kate

The satellite hookup was set up by Ally’s dad. The guys sounded like they enjoyed watching the wedding. They told me about Mary Ann’s sign; I damn near bust a gut laughing about it. She smiled and showed it to me and everyone else; they all laughed at it as well.

It’s time to get ready to head to the airport, as next week will be more parties and yes, one more wedding.

We got back to Auntie’s with no problems. I found my truck was already there, and Jasmine told me that I had free run of her garage to work on it; she’d tell me where to go to get it tagged, etc. I think she had checked it out already, as she also told me she liked it. I have it painted red with white trim (it used to belong to our local fire department, so I’m keeping with the fire department color scheme).

The week went really quickly, as it was one party after another, and this time around I had been invited to all of them. Gee, I’m about partied out!

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Allison

I will be so glad when these parties are done with, but gee, we must have cleared a couple of grand in cash and some really cool gifts. The bridesmaids in this one will be nude with flower headbands and belts. Kate and I will also be wearing just the flowers and our gold waist chains. Everyone that was invited said they will attend.

Sandra has been bugging us for a role, so Kate and I told her she could be our ring bearer. “giggles” I know this is usually done by a child, but it shut her up. She’s happy as can be, and she will be dressed (or should I say undressed) like the rest of the wedding party.

Silver is doing the ceremony this time. Lynn is going to be a bridesmaid, as well as Sally and Jasmine. Sally Monroe and Carmen will be maids of honor. Vivian and Luna will round out the bridesmaids; I never thought those two would get together, but I do believe theirs will be our next wedding unless it’s Brad and Janet’s. The guys agreed to be ushers again (got to love them for helping out); they will be dressed as before.

Seems we have a new guest. Sandra’s mom, Jill, is going to attend now that her little girl is part of the wedding. Amanda has joined Momma Rose’s troop of drummers, so she will also be here, as the girls will be playing for this one too. Hmm…we should get together with her again; damn, she was fantastic in bed.

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Silver Fang

Wow, the Governor’s wife is coming now that Sandra is the ring bearer; this will be my most important event ever. Well, the girls are happy with the plans I suggested for the ceremony. This will be your basic handfasting, not the fancy event of the first wedding ceremony.

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Estella

I am going to attend the second wedding too; we shall see how this one goes. The girls invited me to stay the week, which I accepted. This one is not being videotaped like the last one, as this is a lower key affair.

I’m impressed with Dr. Morgan’s estate. It is very beautiful. I love her formal garden, and there is a vegetable and herb garden as well.

Carmen kazank escort is once again maid of honor with Sally. There is another girl named Sally who will be a bridesmaid, but damn, she too is pregnant, with Kate being the father? “Smiles” That girl has gotten around– not one but two little ones on the way, and both girls! I called Hector and told him about Kate’s other daughter, and he just laughed and said that he was proud of her and that now she needs to get herself a son.

Saturday finally arrived and the guests all gathered on time. The security for the event was tight, seeing how the Governor’s wife was going to be here. There was the State Police and Dr. Morgan’s own security officers, who were all women and very beautiful ones at that. They all wore their dress uniforms. Even the State Police officers had theirs on; they made a very impressive sight and acted as an honor guard. Hmm…even the State officers were women; in fact, the only males present were Allison and Kate’s fathers and the male ushers from the first event.

The drums began playing, and the members of the wedding party took their places. They marched down the aisle with the ring bearer in front with the bridesmaids, followed by the maids of honor and, finally, the brides. They formed a line in front of the guests, and Lady Silver come out accompanied by her assistant Willow. They were dressed in sheer robes of green and red, not the black and silver they had worn before. There wasn’t a gong this time, just the drums. I noticed a new drummer: the girl Amanda who was a guest last time. Lynn, who was playing the gong last time, is now one of the bridesmaids. Lady Silver clapped her hands and the drumming became so soft you could barely hear it.

She then spoke. “Let all here be silent before the Gods. Kate, Allison, do you two agree to become as one?”

They replied together, “Yes, we do.”

Lady Silver then asked Allison to place a ring on Kate’s finger, after which she asked Kate to do the same with Allison. She then took the garland of flowers that was around her neck and tied their hands together with it.

“With this garland and these rings, you are now joined as one. In the presence of the Gods, you are as one. Let no one try to undo what the Gods have made. So mote it be!”

The girls turned and faced the guests, and the drums began playing louder. Lady Silver then said, “I hereby present Allison and Kate for your approval!” The guests rose and applauded, and there were cheers as well. All in all, a very nice informal wedding.

The guests then began to congratulate the girls, but unlike before, the guests were soon removing their clothes and dancing to the beat of the drums. Even the ushers and Mike and Brad joined in for this impromptu dance, and yes, even I found myself stripping off my clothes and joining in!

We formed a line and danced around the area. Needless to say, it was very interesting to be dancing naked. I was between Lady Jenna and Mary. Hmm…I swear Mary felt my ass.

Well, soon little groups broke off, and yes, lots of girl-on-girl sex went on, and the guys all had at least one girl (a few had more). I ended up making love to Lady Jenna and Mary; this was most definitely a pleasant surprise. What the…? Allison and Kate were making love, but they were floating? Oh my! So were the three of us, and yes, it was fantastic, this floating while having sex with two beautiful ladies. I must have come several times before we settled back to the ground. Most of the guests had left by that time, so just how long had we been going at it? Well, seems it was like two hours. Wow! I’m lucky Hector doesn’t mind me doing girl-on-girl; with a man, he’d flip out.

I saw the guys still had their share of eager partners. “smiles” I’ll bet they didn’t plan on having sex at their cousins’ wedding!

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Kate

Damn, the orgy was fantastic. Everyone got into it, and yes, Amanda was popular, and so were Ally and I. But the three of us did put on an airborne display for everyone. Giving a blow job three feet off the ground is definitely the only way to do it!

Jack was doing Sandra’s mom. Wow, he took her airborne; I didn’t know he could do that.

Bobby was doing pretty well too. He was doing Li and Mei. They weren’t airborne, but damn, they were all over him. Hmm…I thought they only did girls.

Even Biyu had snagged a partner. “giggles” Well, seeing that the party was such a success, Ally and I announced that we were heading to our place and instructed the guests to enjoy themselves.

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Jenna

“Smiles” The little impromptu orgy was a nice twist to the wedding. Jill, the governor’s wife, even got in a few licks, and damn, she had a go with Jack, who may be small but knows how to pleasure a woman.

Damn Amanda is one hot lady boy. She had her pick of partners, but then, so did Mike and Brad.

Well, my friends, it’s time to bring this part of my daughter’s story to a close. I hope you have enjoyed it.

From Slut to her Master Ch. 02

Big Sis

You look down on me kneeling on the floor, walking around me, watching me wipe all your come from my face and licking my fingers clean. “Tastes good doesn’t it, you want more don’t you, you hungry little come slut?”

All I can do is look up at you, pleading with my eye sand say, “yes sir, please sir, I want to taste more of you.”

To this you reply, “well if I remember correctly you were a very bad girl in the alley. You finger fucked yourself when you were told not to and you came long before I wanted you to,yes?”

At the sound of your disapproval I lower my head down to the floor in front of your feet, and place my hands behind my back. Assuming the position a whore such as myself should when she has displeased her master. I spread my knees and raise my ass up for you to have at your mercy. My pussy already throbbing and dripping with the fear and anticipation I have for the repercussions of my naughty behavior in the alley.

I beg you,”Please master, I couldn’t help myself, your cock and balls tasted so good, I just couldnt take it.”

You reply, “You were a fucking selfish cunt and pleasured yourself when all you were commanded to do was please me. We will deal with that later, trust me we will. Right now you need to clean me and yourself up, so I can teach you, once again, that nothing is more important then my pleasure and your obedience.” I feel your hand pull me up by the back of my hair and otele gelen escort push me towards the stairs. Half way up them, you turn me around, sitting my ass on the edge of the carpeted stairs. You say, “Clean me with your mouth before we get upstairs to the bathroom. Lick my balls and cock clean. This time keep your hands away from your pussy. You’re such a whore, I don’t trust you…now clean me!”

You’re standing between my stretched legs, Your huge cock already growing again. My hands run up your hips, pulling your body closer to my face. I start with long slow licks of your balls. My tongue sliding from the back to the front, your balls getting all slick from my spit. I can taste the combined juices of both of us from the sex we just had. I can smell myself on you. “Open your mouth wider bitch, suck my balls into your mouth. Suck all the juice off of them.”

You command. Of course I do, moaning gently as I suck both of you balls into my mouth. My tongue, sliding over them as I suck the juices down my throat. Jesus you taste so good. After a very long time, you grab the back of my head and pull me back and tell me, “that’s enough, from your moans and the wet spot between your legs, I can tell you’re getting way too much enjoyment from my balls…clean my cock you slut, lick my hard shaft slow. Don’t miss any bitch, you’re in enough trouble.” So I start at the base of türkmen escort your cock, slowly licking my way up your shaft to your head. Sucking the sex juice off as I go. Long slow licks, softly sucking up the length of your shaft.Taking the head of your cock into my mouth, sucking you in deeply.

Your hand grabbing my head and slowly ramming your cock in deeper and deeper. I start to gag, you yank my head back and tell me, ” don’t you gag on my cock, be the fucking slutty whore you are and take me all the way in.” Ramming your cock back into my mouth, I obey,sucking you deeper and deeper down my throat. My pussy rubbing on the carpeted step below me growing wetter and wetter. I feel your cock getting harder in my mouth. You pull my head back and I lift my chin, opening my mouth wider, your cock pulsing your hot come on my chin and tongue, you tell me not to swallow, you want to see your come just sitting on my tongue. Pumping your cock over my mouth, my tongue is covered with your warm come and I want to feel it slide down my throat.

“Don’t swallow bitch. Spread your legs wider, let me see how much you’ve been enjoying this.” Your one hand still in my hair, holding my head back, my mouth wide open, tongue holding your come as you’ve demanded. Your other hand starts massaging my inner thigh, pressing my legs wider open, exposing my wet cunt even more. “Now this time lets see if you evi olan escort can behave and not come, until you’re given permission to.”

I feel you slowly slide three fingers into my wet and swollen pussy, arching my back to meet them, pushing my clit up against your hand. “you like my fingers fucking you, don’t you, you fucking slut. Don’t swallow yet and maybe I may just let you come again.” Your fingers are ramming in and out of my pussy and I’m so close to coming, finding it so hard to not swallow your come through my moans. I feel my orgasm building, can’t stop it. You slide a 4th finger into me, filling me up. Roughly fucking my wet pussy as your thumb slides over my clit, I can’t take it any more.. I swallow and let out a scream as I come over your hand the muscles of my pussy clenching your fingers as I do.

You pull your fingers out of me. “You fucking bitch! I can’t believe you did it again!” Turning me around, scraping the skin on my knees as you spread them apart, I hear the slap before I feel the sting and the heat spread over my ass cheek. “Bad fucking slut. You just can’t control that pussy of yours can you. So maybe it’s not your ass that needs spanking!” Turning me around, you start slapping my inner thighs, making them pink, then your slaps move to my wet pussy. Tapping my clit with the tips of your 4 fingers. I’m squirming to close my legs, but you pin them open with yours. “I don’t know why your fighting this, you’ve been asking for it since the restaurant.” You stop. “Now get upstairs, because thats’ not the end of your lesson and you need to get me and yourself showered before we go one… maybe we’ll start in the shower… teaching you to behave. as I turn to go up to the bathroom, I can see your cock growing again.

Using Halloween to Dress as a Queen

Babes

A time to wear a costume, Jerry uses Halloween as his excuse to dress as a woman.

Jerry loved October, his favorite month of the year, by far. The Fall was his favorite season, too. With the colorful array of leaves that crunched underfoot and the multi-colored canopy overhead, he loved the cool crisp air that made his nipples as hard as his cock. Whenever he went out for a stroll in the brisk October breeze to enjoy the Fall day, he enjoyed wearing women’s silk panties beneath his pants. The feel of the panty against his hairless skin was pure luxury and the freeing sensation of them helped him to pretend that he was completely dressed as a woman, even when he was dressed as a man. With every step he took, the feel of the soft material continually rubbed against the head of his cock helping to keep him hard.

It was fun being naughty without anyone knowing. Unless he was hit by a car, while crossing the street, no one would know, even suspect, that he was wearing women’s underwear. A man with a secret, a man wearing silk panties, it was his secret not to tell. Remembering what his mother used to tell him to always wear clean underwear, they may not be men’s boxer shorts, but at least they were clean, Mom.

Even though he was the youngest of three children, he grew up as the man of the house, after his Mom divorced his Dad. Jerry adored his mother. He loved his sisters. For him, cross dressing started so many years ago. Whenever his mother and sisters weren’t home, he had a complete wardrobe of their clothes to wear. He’s spent his teenage years serendipitously and stealthily sneaking around the house wearing his sisters’ and/or his mother’s clothes, whenever he was home alone. After his mother passed, he still cherishes a memory of wearing his mother’s panties to school on those days he didn’t have gym.

Now, living alone, after his marriage ended in divorce, too, he’s finally free to live his life in the way he wants to live it. Maybe it was the leaves turning colors, before falling to the ground, but he somehow viewed his life much in the same way. As if he was an artist using a kaleidoscope of color in his new, sexy makeover, as if he was a chameleon changing color to compliment its background, in his case from male to female, as if he was a circus clown with a different colorful costume for each skit, not that he was clownish in any way, although there’d be some who think him a clown or worse for having the incontrollable need to dress as a woman. Nonetheless, as if shedding his skin and transforming his persona in deference to his inner beauty, as a caterpillar metamorphosing into a beautiful butterfly, spreading his wings to allow his feminine spirit to soar, he changed from a man to a woman with the season.

“Viola! How do you like me now?”

The makeover from within, from inside out, instead of outward in, was dramatic and dynamic. He talked like a woman. He walked like a woman. Even without his hair, makeup, and clothes, one could see that he was a woman beneath the man. He looked like a woman.

Changing himself to become his wished for identity and his preferred for gender, it was no one’s business what he did in his private life; that was personal. He was outraged when men questioned him, made him feel bad, and pried into his private affairs, whenever suspecting he was a cross dresser. These were the same men who never should throw stones at their own glass houses, while going to great extremes to keep their personal business secret; he never understood the difference. Why should he confess his innermost secrets when they don’t share their dirty little secrets? We all have skeletons hiding in our closets, don’t we?

When those men, who laugh and point at him, divulge all the strip clubs they visit on their long, liquid lunch hours and all the extramarital affairs they have when they lie to their wives and tell them they were working late at the office, is when he’ll broadcast to everyone that he’s a cross dresser. Until that time, they could all go and fuck themselves. Yet, except for those who have seen him perform in drag, few know his secret that’s he’s a cross dresser.

Even though he was a cross dresser, when he was dressed as a woman, he didn’t feel that he was a man cross dressing to look like a woman. He truly felt like a woman. Because he was a small man, barely 5’7″ levent escort tall and nudging 140 pounds, his dimensions were closer to female than they were to male. All his friends were 6′ and taller and most weighed over 200 pounds. They all dwarfed Jerry, that is, until he did his hair up and wore his high heels. Then, he was spectacular.

As if readying for the prom, as if readying himself to attend a debutant ball, he spent weeks readying for the Halloween costume parties that he was invited to and excitingly attended each year. Recently paid to perform, Halloween costume parties not only served as his coming out party in his need to dress as a woman but also fulfilled his need to sing, dance, and entertain, all while making some extra money, enough to pay for his extravagant costumes. He’s even given more than a few one liners to some drunken bashers in the audience. This year, he had received invitations to three Halloween parties, a record number, one Friday night, one Saturday night, and befitting Halloween, this year, one on Sunday night, October 31st.

In previous years, the most Halloween parties he was ever invited to and attended were two and, in this tough economy, an expensive proposition to host with all the food and drink, he was surprised that people still celebrated Halloween with a party. Maybe because Halloween fell on a Sunday this year, with the full weekend to prepare for and to celebrate the holiday, people were more apt to take advantage of the holiday by having parties. Besides, a time of the year that darkness falls over celebrations and holidays and people start to contemplate and dread a long, cold winter, if it wasn’t for Halloween, other than birthdays and anniversaries, there’d be little to celebrate between Labor Day and Thanksgiving.

He wished for the time when he’d have multiple Halloween parties to attend in a day. Much like the Christmas season that starts the day after Thanksgiving and runs through to New Year, he wished Halloween had a prolonged season, too. Wishing he lived in Salem Massachusetts, where they festively celebrated Halloween every day the entire month of October by dressing up and walking around in costume in public, maybe he’d take a vacation there next year.

Then, he thought of Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Boy, if she wasn’t a woman, she’d make for a great cross dresser. The first time he saw her, he thought she was a cross dresser. She had her year round, Halloween spook movie night. Also, playing year round Halloween costume dress up, there were the fictional freaky Munsters and the Addams Family of television and movie fame. He yearned for a place and a time where he could live as a women every day. Wow, he’d finally be free. He’d finally be at peace. Finally, he’d be who he was always meant to be.

Even though dressing as a woman wasn’t Halloween scary, albeit maybe it was to some, he thought, while laughing to himself, he wondered how he could make more use of the Halloween holiday to his personal advantage. As an entertainer, a singer, a dancer, and an amateur comedian, he wondered if he could make a year round business out of attending or throwing Halloween parties. When the holiday was more about wearing a costume, why must Halloween only be on October 31st? If it was up to him, Halloween would be every day. With Halloween his pretense and his reason for him to play dress up and cross dress, he loved dressing as a woman.

Halloween was the one time of the year that he could be the woman he always wanted to be without feeling self-consciously uncomfortable and guilty. As far as most people were concerned when they saw him, he wasn’t as much in drag, as he was in Halloween costume. As far as he was concerned, he was the woman he always wanted to be, while still being the man that he’ll always be beneath the clothes, the hair, and the makeup.

“Trick or treat.”

Halloween was his special holiday and his special day that he didn’t feel the embarrassment and the shame that he always felt before, when he hid his need to cross dress by hiding in his house. Finally, brave enough to go outside, whenever he ventured out of the house dressed as a woman, he spent more time feeling conspicuous and feeling like the monster that he wasn’t than he did enjoying his moment, as the woman he always wanted to be. His beyoğlu escort excuse and his reason, should he bump into someone he knew, a friend, an acquaintance, or a relative, whether they were dressed up as ghost, a hobo, a witch, or a goblin, was that he was going to or coming from a Halloween party. Halloween was the day we all dress up as someone or something else, anyway, and it was the day that he dressed up as a sexy and desirable women.

Even though dressing as a woman was a charade, he was tired of the charade. He wished he didn’t have to hide behind Halloween, as his pretense to be himself and who he truly was, a woman trapped in a man’s body. He envied women and wished he could dress as a woman all the time, and not only when in costume on Halloween. For the sake of others having something to say about what he did and when he did it, it wasn’t fair that he was so tortured and unable to live his life the way he wanted to live it without having to endure all the stares and acrimony.

Yeah, sure, he could say fuck them, but the question was, did he believe it and the truth was that he didn’t because he spent more time being too preoccupied, consumed, and concerned with the perception that other people had of him. Why was that? Why should he give a care about them and how they felt, when they didn’t give a care about him and how he felt?

Maybe that was the reason why he was so endeared to certain female celebrities, who really could say fuck you and mean it, Bette Midler, Cher, and Madonna, immediately sprung to mind, along with Christina Aguilera and Lady Gaga. They all danced to a different drummer and they all stayed true to themselves. Truly, they didn’t care what others thought of them. They needed to be who they were and they did. Because of those women is why he’s the man that he is by becoming the woman that he so needs to be.

“Fuck them!” There, he felt better saying it and meaning it. “Fuck them! Fuck them! Fuck them! Who the fuck do they think they are? This is my fucking life. Fuck them!”

Wow. Save the anger, hold it, and then let it go. Even though it’s there, always there, just beneath the surface, he finally felt free. Free to live his life the way he wanted to live it and to do whatever he wanted to do.

“Yeah, baby!”

He loved wearing sexy under things, bras, panties, slips, corsets, stockings, girdles, and garters beneath his clothes. His dead giveaway that he was a man dressed as a woman, besides his Adam’s apple, was that he dressed better than and, if he’d say so himself, looked better than most women his age. Most women don’t know how to put on makeup. Generally, in two groups, those how put on too much and don’t who don’t put on enough.

Most women don’t know how to make the most of what they have. He did, of course, not having any female body parts, what he could do with makeup was artistically amazing. Most women his age, more comfortable in jeans, sneakers, and a sweatshirt, give up and, unless they have money, no longer take the time and the expense to properly care for themselves. He put those women in a non-gender category. Dressing more like men than they dress as woman, when wearing jeans and a sweatshirt, unless it’s a tight sweatshirt and the woman has big tits, that sloppy attire does nothing for their sensuality, sexuality, and femininity.

More comfortable with applying makeup than he was with applying quick set cement for a building project in his backyard that he doesn’t want to do and keeps procrastinating doing, he loved dressing as a woman. He loved doing his hair, a wig actually, and doing his nails and makeup. He didn’t even mind so much shaving all the hair off his trim and fit 5’7″ body, that is, except for all the itching, when it all started growing back the very next day. If he was really a woman and had estrogen instead of testosterone, he wouldn’t have to shave all the places that he shaves now. He could only imagine the time he’d save.

As if shopping for Christmas gifts for others, he spent the entire month of October shopping for the right outfits for the Halloween parties he’d attend. Shoes were important. It was always difficult finding a shoe wide enough and comfortable enough to wear. Always, he’d have to jury rig it somehow to expand the width and find a softer pad to put inside kağıthane escort as a cushion. Still, he couldn’t wait to go shopping. He hasn’t been this excited since he was asked to perform in front of a live audience dressed as Cher.

He always wanted to sing, but he never had the talent or the voice. Yet, he had a knack and the ear for impersonating the voices of others. Weird. Just as weird that he could impersonate the voices of others, it was weird that he was unable to find and develop his own singing voice. Always he was deemed a better singer than he was, when he copied the sound of someone else.

That first night at the karaoke bar, after he found the courage to perform with more than a few drinks giving him the who cares attitude, his friends thought it was a joke and that he was kidding when he told them that he could sing just like Cher, that is, until they heard him sing. Then, every time they’d go to the karaoke bar to drink, they’d pressure him to get up on stage and sing. Always, he stunned the crowd. Always, he received the biggest round of applause and for the rest of the evening, he didn’t have to buy another drink. People continued coming to his table buying him drinks and asking him to sing this song or that song, as that singer or another.

“Jerry, you sound just like Cher, better than Cher. It’s unbelievable. If I close my eyes, I’d think you were her. Do Bette Midler.”

Only, for him, it wasn’t the same show visually and he didn’t derive the same pleasure from doing his female singing impersonations, unless he dressed up as the person he was impersonating. Even then, especially then, he’d never felt comfortable enough to dress up as a female impersonator and impersonating a celebrity in front of his friends. Without doubt, even though he’s a straight man, loves women, and never even contemplated having sex with a man, his friends would think him gay. They just don’t get it. They just don’t understand. It’s hard being friends with someone, who really doesn’t know who you are. Certainly, he was tired, so very tired, of pretending to be who he wasn’t.

It’s bad enough they joked around with him calling him a female impersonator and a drag queen, if only they knew his secret. If they only knew that he was. If they only knew he loved cross dressing. Fearing that he’d want to have sex with him, clueless and ignorant, they had no idea.

If they only knew he wished he were born a woman. If only they knew he was wearing silk panties beneath his pants and a nightgown to bed every night, they’d be his ex-friends, instead of his friends. His real friends were other cross dressers. They knew what it was to have that incontrollable need to dress as a woman and what it felt like to have that overwhelming feeling of being so pretty when they did.

Nonetheless, he wasn’t committed enough to becoming a woman by having a sex change operation. He liked his penis and having sex with women too much, and a sex change operation was a step that he was unwilling to take. Besides, he wasn’t gay and wasn’t looking to have sex with men. As much as he loved dressing as a woman, he loved women too much, which is why, perhaps, he impersonated them so well.

For sure, he never wanted to have sex with a man. He wouldn’t mind having breast implants, though. That would be cool to have his own breasts instead of having to wear a padded bra with silicon falsies. He could only imagine the pleasure he’d feel jerking off, while feeling his own tits. Also, it would make him happy to take just enough female hormones so that he wouldn’t have to shave as much hair, as often as he must shave it off his hairy body. The preparation for his male to female transformation was the real time consuming pain in the ass.

It’s funny how most of the women he could impersonate went by one name. Beginning to build quite the repertoire, he had a list of women he could do, Cher, Streisand, Celine, Madonna, Christina, Aretha, Whitney, Mariah, Shania, and Beyonce. Then, there were the more recent female singers, Bette Midler, Lady Gaga, Carrie Underwood, Dolly Parton, and Taylor Swift. Yet, Britney, because of her sexy antics and in the sexy way she dressed, was the most outrageous fun. Dressing up like her with a short skirt and pigtails, while dancing around the stage, was always a good time. He felt the most like a woman, when doing her.

A celebrity impersonator, who used impersonating celebrities to cover his cross dressing, it was his way to feel free. Yet, confined to the month of October and mostly to Halloween, his freedom was short-lived, which is why he loved October and which is why he loved Halloween parties.

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