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This story continues from: My “Uncle” Caught Me in Pantyhose! Pt. 01

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I was excited at the idea of spending some time with Roberto and when the day finally came for him to pick me up, I was giddy with excitement.

As I sat on my chair in my room on the second floor, and looking out the window, I wondered – Will Roberto and I talk about my secret? Should I bring some things to wear, would he mind?

Roberto was the only person in the world (beside me, obviously) who knew my secret.

If you read Part 1, you know that he was staying over my house one day. I did not know he was there, and no one else was supposed to be home, so I put on my mom’s pantyhose and walked around the house like that.

He caught me, and I was terrified that he would tell my parents and my life would end. But, instead of that, he was very supportive and even bought me sexy women’s clothes so I could further explore my secret fantasy.

Roberto knows what it is like to have a kinky side that some people do not understand. I do not know exactly what his unique fantasies are, but, I think they have to do with getting rough and dominant in bed. I guess he has some sadistic tendencies, which is strange, because he is generally a sweet gentle man.

I love the things he bought me! Everything fit me so well, even the thigh high boots! He worked in retail in department stores at the mall when he was a teenager, so he is very knowledgeable about clothes and sizes.

It was summer. I had the house to myself in the mornings and afternoons, since my mother was teaching summer school, and, my father was a travelling salesman.

I would dress in my beautiful clothes that Roberto bought for me, and I spent hours looking in the mirror.

I love pantyhose! They feel amazing on my skin, and make my legs look so feminine and sexy! I even love the rustling noise they made when I walk.

Pantyhose had been my “gateway drug”. I started by wearing nothing but pantyhose and staring at my sexy feminine legs.

Then, Roberto gave me gifts of other womanly things, and my addiction expanded.

My silky thong panties made me feel so naughty, and I loved the feeling of silky material.

My short tight skirts looked great over my pantyhose. They covered up my private areas, but, revealed plenty of my legs and thigh.

My tight, plunging shirts were sexy, even though I do not have any boobs to show off.

My high heels took some getting used to, but, I have mastered the art of walking in them. I am a short guy, so, adding five inches in height was great!

My thigh high boots made me feel like a woman in control, like a real strong sexy bitch!

My long blonde wig added a nice touch to the ensemble.

Make up and some fake boobs were the only thing missing in my toy chest.

I spent hours posing in front of the mirror, trying different poses and loving how pretty I looked.

But, back to today – Robert was going to pick me up to take me camping. It was Saturday morning, on a bright and sunny day.

Roberto finally arrived in his blue Ford Explorer, and we loaded it with all my camping gear.

It had been several weeks since he was at my house and discovered my secret. I wondered if we would talk about that on this trip.

I asked him nervously, in a low voice that no one else could hear, “Is it alright if I bring my secret clothes that you bought me?”

“No leave them at home.” He said abruptly.

“Okay.” I said, and my tone must have revealed my level of disappointment and humiliation.

He looked at me and smiled, “Don’t worry,… I’ve got a few new gifts for you.” He said and winked.

We had a very long drive to Big Bend National Park, but, he said we were going to stop in Dallas and spend the night there.

I asked him what for, but, he only said it was a surprise.

We talked for a few hours about school, family, sports and other things, and then, we arrived in Dallas. He drove to a big store that turned out to be a mega store of adult novelties and a boutique store.

He asked me to pick out an ensemble from the boxes and to bring them with me.

“What? I am not dressing girly in public! No way!” I protested. But, he told me to grab some things and to trust him.

I looked through the new boxes. There were very pretty outfits in the boxes. They were more classy than the first set of clothes he bought me, but, still very sexy.

I picked opaque tights, 4-inch high heels, sequin skirt, Victoria Secret panties and bra, a tank top and a new short black wig.

I did not know why I was bringing these items into a store, and I was nervous. What was his plan?

Inside the store, there was an entire wall of dildos and vibrators, and there were all kinds of sex toys, lotions, lubes, etc.

I followed Roberto and he took me down the stairs to the basement.

There was a woman down there at a counter who greeted us warmly and introduced herself as Amanda. She was white, blond, bebek escort about 5′ 8″ and very pretty, but, with just a little too much make-up.

Apparently, Roberto had talked to her and made some kind of appointment, but I had no clue what was going on.

“Hey baby, I am going to totally transform you into a beauty queen!” She said to me.

“What?” I asked.

I finally put two and two together. Amanda was a crossdresser and this basement was a place for guys like me, with crossdressing fantasies, to be, “transformed”. There were wigs, make-up and flashy outfits everywhere.

Amanda led me to a booth and told me to get dressed. I nervously did as I was told, and then, walked back out sheepishly.

“Hun, you are beautiful! You are a natural! Just need makeup, and,… we’ll find you some boobs that suit you, nothing too wild, a b-cup will be perfect on you.” Amanda said.

Amanda took me to a chair and started working on my face.

Who knew that applying make-up could take so damn long! An hour and a half later, I was getting very restless and impatient. Finally, she stopped and said, “We’re done!”

“Just need the boobs now.” She said and went to get something. She came back with a padded thing that looks like boobs when strapped and placed under a bra. She showed me how to put it on.

Amanda helped me up off the chair and led me to a large mirror.

“Holy shit!” I blurted. “Is that… me?” I was stunned! I was the hottest girl I had ever seen!

I turned around to look at my back, and turned on my sides. I wanted to see myself from every angle. Damn, I was hot!

Roberto had left us to go browse upstairs, but, he came back down and nearly tripped when he saw me. He was stunned. His jaw dropped and he was speechless.

Finally, he said “Daaaaaaamn!” He scanned me up and down.

I giggled.

Amanda looked at me, then at Roberto, then back at me, and back at him. “Now, you be a proper gentleman with this young woman tonight, understand?” Amanda said to Roberto.

“Honey, if this fool doesn’t treat you right, you come back and tell me, okay darling?” She said giving him a threatening look.

I looked at both of them confused, not knowing what they were talking about.

Amanda and I gave each other a big Texas bear hug. She gave me her card with her number and told me to call her anytime with any questions.

I went back up with Roberto and he headed for the door. I stopped and froze.

“Roberto, I can’t go out like this!” I said.

“Are you kidding? I have an entire day planned for us in Dallas! You do not need to worry Raquel, you are 100% passable as a girl!” He said.

“Raquel? Who is Raquel?” I asked.

“You are Raquel. I cannot call you Rick anymore, you look too damn pretty to have a name like Raquel.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

“But,.. but,… but,…” I tried to complain. But, it was useless.

I was extremely paranoid for the next few hours! I expected someone to point at me and say something like, “Look everyone, this dude is trying to pass off as a chick!”

But, soon I realized I had nothing to worry about. Men looked at me only because I was a gorgeous young woman. I was very flattered by all the attention. I had never before been the object of other people’s lust.

For the next few hours, Roberto and Raquel had the best time. We went to the Dallas Museum, the World Aquarium, and checked out the specialty stores at Deep Ellum.

It got dark and Roberto said it was time to go dancing.

“Dancing?”

We drove to a dance club on a busy Dallas street.

I am not really a dance club person. The few times I have gone to a club, I just end up holding a wall all night with another loser friend.

I did not want to go to a club, but, Roberto seemed very excited about it. Oh great – I thought. Roberto would surely start chatting up some hotties and leave me alone feeling awkward.

But, that is not what happened.

Roberto gave me his undivided attention all night! He made me dance with him, and we danced, and danced, and danced!

Oh my God, was this a date? – I wondered.

Men were looking at me. They were scanning my legs and ass and my fake tits. I loved the attention! Roberto was the envy of these men! A 40-something guy even passed by us and whispered in his ear, “You lucky son-of-a-bitch!”

We also drank a lot of alcohol. And, we laughed, and laughed, and laughed!

Roberto and I were both tipsy.

That is when it happened. We were both laughing at some lame joke one of us made, and, suddenly, his lips were on mine.

Oh shit! – I thought, what to do?

I have never kissed a girl, even though I have wanted too for so long. Why not kiss Roberto? I was Raquel tonight, and Raquel wants to be kissed!

Before I knew it, I was passionately kissing Roberto. The kiss was so hot! It was crazy! My whole body was getting so warm and excited!

Oh my God! That is Roberto’s kurtuluş escort tongue wrestling with my tongue! It was nuts! So surreal!

Then, I noticed Roberto’s hands exploring my body, moving up my legs and towards my crotch!

I had to pull away.

Roberto got up and said, “Okay, too much display of affection in public! I called ahead to reserve a room at the motel down the street!”

“Roberto!” I said. “We’re not going to, you know,.. do stuff! I like to dress like a girl, but, that’s it!” I explained.

“And what about that kiss, Raquel?” He asked.

“I don’t know! I was just having so much fun tonight! But, I am straight.” I told Roberto.

We walked for 10 minutes to our hotel room. We held hands. I thought that it was a harmless thing to do.

We checked in and once inside the room, Roberto put his arms around me and started kissing me again.

Damn it, I should have stopped him! But, the fact is that Roberto is a great kisser! I locked lips with him and we kissed passionately for maybe,… ten minutes?… or twenty minutes?

Roberto started with gentle kisses, but, as he got more excited, he became more aggressive and forceful. He pushed me against the wall and pinned me there while we made out.

Suddenly, I felt his strong hands pushing me down on the floor, on my knees. He held me down with his big strong left hand, and he used his right hand to unzip his zipper. Before I knew it, his cock popped out of his pants.

Oh my God! It was ridiculously thick and long. I starred at it in shock!

“No Roberto!… I am not doing that!” I protested. I did not want to become a cocksucker! Isn’t that the worst thing someone can call you?

But, Roberto was gone. His arousal had transported him. He had been so sweet and tender when we started kissing, but, the lust burning inside him had transformed him into a sex beast.

His long hard cock starred straight at me and moved toward my mouth. At the same time, he pushed my head forward to meet his cock. It slapped my cheeks and my lips, but, I refused to part my lips for it. I could smell the musty odor of his cock and I felt his sticky pre-cum on my lips and face.

My heart was pounding. I was about to be violated! Tears began to spill out of my eyes. I was scared out of my mind!

“Roberto!” I yelled in a loud voice. “Stop it! Please! Stop! Stop!”

This last plea finally caught his attention and he released his hold on my head and helped me back on my feet.

“Oh my God, Raquel! Oh my God! I’m sorry! I thought we both wanted to do this. All that hot kissing, it was the logical next step… I thought you wanted to… I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!” He said this with sincerity.

He packed his cock back in his pants, which took some effort, and he closed his zipper, while he continued apologizing.

“Its okay.” I said. “You really scared me!” I wiped my tears.

Roberto kissed my hands and continued apologizing.

“It’s fine. I’m fine!” I said and tried to give him a smile.

We were both embarrassed and exhausted. We laid down on the bed still holding hands, and we quickly fell asleep, without even removing our clothes.

THE NEXT MORNING:

I awoke face down on the bed to the pleasurable feeling of Roberto’s big hand gently stroking the back of my neck.

Ah, this felt so good!

I realized that I had morning wood! I was embarrassed to let Roberto see my morning wood. I did not want him to see how small my cock was compared to his, so I just stayed on my stomach.

“Morning, Roberto.” I said in a voice that sounded very feminine.

“Morning Raquel. Again, very sorry about last night. It was the alcohol. I’ll make it up to you with a neck rub and back massage.” He said.

“Well, okay.” I said.

I closed my eyes and enjoyed his touch. It felt so good, it made me want to purr like a cat.

After about 5 minutes of massaging my neck, his hand move up to my scalp. This also felt wonderful.

Then, after another 5 minutes, his hand crawled down my back, and to my thigh and legs. He did this on top of my clothes, because we still had on the clothes from last night.

I wondered to myself – Is it okay for him to touch my ass? Is he trying to get sexual with me again? But, it felt so damn good! As long as his cock stayed in his pants, I was safe!

I felt my cock stiffening.

Then, Roberto teased me with soft light circles with his index finger right below my ass cheeks.

This erotic massage was getting me worked up, but, I am not going to fuck him! – I thought.

“Roberto, this feels really good, but, I am not going to let you fuck me! Okay?” I said gently, but firmly.

His reply was, “Shhhh! I know. This is only for you, Raquel. I expect nothing in return, just enjoy my touch.”

I had to believe him, because, I did not want him to stop.

I felt his hands go under my skirt and massage my ass. The feeling of his warm hand on top of my tights covering feriköy escort my ass was so sensual.

I felt that I should protest Roberto’s hand under my skirt, he was getting fresh again. But, damn! I was loving it! I felt my hard dick leaking precum.

Then, I felt Roberto trying to tear through my tights with his fingers. I was about to ask him why he was doing that, but before I had the chance, he tore my tights, and the sound of this was very sexy.

I felt his middle finger entering through the tear of my tights and pushing into my crack, moving my panties out of the way, until his finger finally made its way to my little hole, my asshole.

He touched me there and this electrified me. Oh, that feels so nice!

Again, I wanted to protest, but, it felt so wonderful!

Then, Roberto reached into my tight and below my asshole to grab my dick and balls. He squeezed them a little and precum leaked out of the head of my dick. It was my precum that he was after. He took some of my own precum and spread it around my asshole.

Before I could complain or stop him, he poked his middle finger inside me!

“Ah fuck!”, I said in pain. His middle finger was big and my asshole was tight and virgin. It hurt a lot as he penetrated me deeper and deeper with his middle finger. But, the pain and discomfort gave way to pleasure and I was trapped by my own curiosity. I had never touched myself there and Roberto’s touch was making me become aware of hidden pleasure zones in my body.

“Stop.” I said, but my voice was not convincing. I was not fooling anyone.

Oh my God! What was he doing with his finger? Was he curling his finger inside me? I’m not sure what he was doing, but, his finger was probing and touching places in there that sent waves of electrifying pleasure all over my body. I realized that my body was responding automatically to his touch. My back was arching, and my legs and feet were spreading apart to allow deeper penetration.

Roberto started slow, but, his pace steadily progressed, probing every inch he could reach inside me.

Then, he started finger fucking me! Oh my God! I was getting finger fucked by Roberto! His big middle finger slid all the way inside me, then, he pulled it out and pop it out, then, he poked me again and pushed it in all the way, again.

He started with slow gentle thrusts, but, Roberto gradually increased the speed.

“Oh my God!” I said, sensed an orgasm building, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. The best way to describe it is to use an analogy of ocean waves and surfing. When I regularly masturbated, my normal orgasms reached to a level of a 2-foot wave, and when this wave breaks, I came, and its over.

But, Roberto was creating a wave that was already about five times bigger than the size of my regular waves. I had never ridden a wave this big and had no idea what to do!

Roberto’s middle finger was fucking me deep, hard and fast now. I heard myself moaning and knew that before long I would have to climax and explode!

Oh my God! The wave had grown to a 20-foot mammoth wave, and I was not sure my body could handle reaching a climax on a wave so big.

My body started shaking and I became really scared. “Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! I think.. I am going to cum!” I exclaimed.

Roberto used his free hand to reach under me to cup my dick and balls, and that is when I completely lost it! I felt like I wiped out on a giant wave and fell deep under water! I felt like I was struggling to get back up to the surface! I could not breath! I might pass out!

I heard myself moaning in orgasmic ecstacy and felt my entire body convulsing. My dick shot loads of cum, and I felt my ass spasming. I was cuming in my ass, too?

I slowly regained my senses, but, I was still cumming, and also, crying!

My orgasm lasted longer than any orgasm I have ever had in my life!

Finally, I was done, but, I was dizzy, and still working on catching my breath.

“Are you alright?” Roberto asked me. I was facing away from him. I was very embarrassed.

I tried to sound normal, “Yeah, sure, I’m fine… I’m great… Thanks!”

I actually told him – “Thanks!”

I turned to look up at Roberto’s face. He had the look of pleasant surpise. Of course, I had just cum like the horniest little bitch he’s ever seen in his life!

But, he also had the expression of desperately needing something, like he was in pain and need some kind of relief. Oh, of course. But, what can I do for him? – I wondered.

“Roberto, I am not going to suck your cock, and, I can’t let you fuck me with that thing! Do you want me to jerk you off?”

He paused to think about my offer, then, he replied, “How about you sit on my lap? I just want to feel my cock between your ass cheeks. I promise not to try to poke your hole, okay? Please?”

How could I say no after what he had just done for me. I nodded.

He removed his pants and boxers and sat on a chair, with his stiff cock waiting anxiously. I pulled down my tights and panties to my ankles and lifted my skirt.

I slowly sat on Roberto’s lap facing away from him. My ass pushed down Roberto’s cock, and it fit right between my butt cheeks. I could feel the pressure of his big cock trying to rise back up.

Wow! This huge thing could go right through me! – I thought.

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Dear Readers, it took me a while because reality caught up with me, but now the next chapter is ready. I simply hope you don’t get bored and enjoy also the 6th installment of my little story.

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Finally I lay in bed. I heard Mommy Adriana was sound asleep while I tossed and turned. I simply couldn’t sleep after today’s events. I would never be the same man again. Tears trickled down my cheeks and I sobbed silently into my pillow. I knew if I let Mommy Adriana let her way, soon there wouldn’t be a trace of man left in me. Was it really only two days since she had arrived? It seemed to me like half of a lifetime. She had changed everything, first of all my relation to my wife. No, she wasn’t my wife anymore it seemed, now she demanded to be recognized as my Mistress.

I was wearing girl clothes, a chastity belt, I had already taken hormones, had lost my virginity in a sex shop and had endured a permanent make up session in front of a curious crowd. What else would I have to endure on my way to womanhood? The latest humiliation Mommy Adriana put me through was right before us going to bed. She made me wear a butt plug with steel balls inside, which vibrated inside me with each movement and caused me to cum without ever getting an erection due to my CB 2000.

The alarm woke me from a dreamless sleep. I didn’t want to get up, but Mommy Adriana told me to get done with my business. This implied her walking with me to the bathroom. There she stood at the door watching me as I went to the toilet. I lifted my pink babydoll, pulled down my matching panties, sat down and peed like the girl I was rapidly becoming. “No more dirty seat covers when you sit down. This is certainly an advantage for you”, said Mommy Adriana. “Before, with your silly attempts of peeing like a man, you always had to wipe the seat. Now it’s clean.” I looked at her and nodded. “Yes, Mommy Adriana, thank you for making me sit down.” She smiled at me and seemed content with my answer.

I wiped myself and she had me undress. “Turn around and hold your hands on your back.” I did as I was told and she quickly put handcuffs on my wrists. Then she took off the chastity device, and my cock sprang to life almost touching her face. This infraction was swiftly dealt with a hard slap on my penis. I almost doubled up from the pain and yelped out loud, but the slap had the desired effect, my cock quickly shriveled to almost nothing. “That’s the right size for a girl, dear Greta. Your cockette should not be longer than any women’s clit, honey.” Then looking up at me she continued. “And I’ll make sure that it won’t.”

She cleaned my cockette and put it back in its device. Then she pulled up my panties and stroked with her hands over my smooth front. “That’s the best. You are on fast track into womanhood.” With that she took the dreaded hormone pills out which I had to swallow right in front of her. “Isn’t it wonderful Greta? Now you belong to the smarter part of the world population, which have female hormones flowing through their blood.”

Did she want to test me? I looked at her but couldn’t detect any sarcasm in her eyes, so I quickly lowered my eyes again. “Yes, Mommy Adriana, thank you for helping me to become part of it.” Surprisingly she took me into her arms. “Good girl. Just keep it up and it won’t be hard for you at all. I bet soon you’ll enjoy everything we do together. I think we are on our best way of becoming girlfriends.” As if to prove I was already a girl she air kissed my cheeks. “Now lets hurry and have a shower together honey. It’s always a delight to take a shower with another girl.”

We stepped into the stall where she reinforced my knowledge of feminine hygiene. “You need to know this by heart. Once I am gone you’ll have to take care of your Mistress and she’ll rely on your skills as a good maid. Just before we finish you just may show me again how much you have learned so far with your tongue.” She pulled my head to her body and I dutifully started to lick her bushy mound trying hard to pleasure her. “Oh yes Greta, you really have a talented tongue. We have to develop your skills further. Hmmm! That’s heavenly sweety. Yesss, suck on my clit. Yesss, suck hard. Oh yesssss. Quicker, quicker, Greeeetaaaaaa. Oh yesssssss, I’m cummming.” Mommy Adriana held me tight to her pussy “Ohhh Greta. Hmmm, I could go for a repeat performance of yours, but we need to hurry.”

After I had assisted her in dressing she made me bend over the bed. “Stand still girl.” She lubed me up and without further ado pushed a butt plug deep into my rectum. Mommy slapped my butt. “There we go, now you should have that certain wiggle in your walk which I like so much on you.” Then she laid out my clothes for the day. “Honey, I had a dream last night and I think we should go through with it. So get dressed up in these clothes and then you go downstairs and prepare breakfast.” I picked up the white lace corset and put it on. Mommy Adriana pulled the strings tight. “Hmm, I see bahçelievler escort already one inch less than two days ago. Honey you really make the step into the right direction. Soon you’ll have a lovely figure.”

I fastened white stockings to the straps hanging from the corset and pulled up white matching lace panties. “Before we continue I do have a little surprise for you. While you were all busy in the video booth with your lover, your Mistress and I took care of more important business. Your new breasts that is.”

From one of the many bags I had carried yesterday she took a beautiful pair of latex breast forms out and held them in front of me. “Oh honey, this will look lovely.” She put glue on the forms, reopened the corset, marked my skin, applied glue where the breast forms should hold and pressed them on me for several minutes.

“Now get up honey. Try it out.” I sat up and immediately felt the additional weight, even so they were only a B-Cup size. I moved my upper body to the left and right. “Oh my God, the breasts follow me,” I cried out causing Mommy Adriana to laugh out loud. “Yes Greta, they are all yours. They follow you where ever you go, think of them as your best assets you have from now on, hahaha, since you don’t have other assets anymore.”

She quickly laced me back into the corset and felt me up from behind. She stroked my false nipples but it felt as if a lightning coursed through my body and I shook against her tight embrace. “Oh yes, it works. I didn’t believe the sex-store guy but he has convinced me now.” While handing me a white blouse she explained that there were tiny sensors integrated in those nipples which would cause exactly this kind of reaction I just had showed when they were touched. “Oh honey, you’ll be sooo sensitive now when somebody touches you there.” A short black leather skirt which ended at least three inches above my knees and black four inch heels completed my outfit.

When she motioned me to go downstairs I stopped in my tracks. “Mommy Adriana? I, err, I, please could I wear my wig, please? I feel kind of naked without it.” She smiled at me. “Honey, yesterday I told you, you have to earn the right to wear a wig, to make you more resemble the woman you so much want to be. I can’t remember a thing you have done today which makes you earn this reward.” What about me licking you to an orgasm?, I thought, but didn’t dare to mention.

In the kitchen I prepared breakfast for all of us. This time I didn’t bring up the food to Mistress Andrea but she came downstairs dressed in her favorite silken negligee. Mommy Adriana held her hand possessively around her hips. Just before sitting down Mistress Andrea looked at me. “Good morning Greta. Hmmm, I see you are dressed well. You just have this secretary look. I agree with Mom. After having finished breakfast, we all go to your workplace where you will resign in person.”

I shook my head frantically. “No, no, no, please don’t do that to me. I’ll do anything you want, but please don’t make me resign. Please have mercy with me. I can’t go in there and resign dressed like a girl. Pleaaaase.”

Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea waited patiently until my outburst was over. Obviously both thinking alike, they moved into the same direction raising both their arms. I quickly glanced into the direction they were pointing and saw: The dreaded wooden paddle! Instantly I dropped to my knees, knowing there was no way I could avoid resigning personally dressed like I was, but trying to prevent the worse: Getting punished and then doing the resignation.

I cried out loud. “Please nooooo! Nooooooo, not the paddle! I will resign like you told me Mistress Andrea. Please, please, please, not the paddle. I will resign, I will do it Mistress.” They looked at each other for quite a while and then it was Mistress Andrea who finally spoke out. “Greta, yesterday you promised to be my maid and serve me. Now you didn’t want to obey my order. I told you I still love you, but you also have to help me. You know I can’t allow a rebellious maid. Imagine I am entertaining guests or even better, I will have a new man. What happens when you fail to wash his socks or underwear, fail to iron his shirt, what shall I do with you then? Oh honey, you know what I have to do, right?”

I looked at them pleadingly, seconds seemed to turn into minutes or even hours. I stared into their faces hoping for a miracle to happen in order to avoid my punishment when the door bell rang. “Who can it be so early?”, asked Mistress Andrea. “Oh,” I said, “it must be Anne, our neighbor. I completely forgot, I promised to take her to work this morning because her car is getting fixed in the garage.” The bell rang again. “Open up Greta. Certainly it’s your guest then”, smiled Mistress Andrea.

Slowly I wiggled to the door, trying to breathe deeply in order to relax, which was nearly impossible with the tight corset. I florya escort held the doorknob and failed to turn it around. “What are you waiting for Greta?” I heard them both ask. I didn’t move, but the third ring from the doorbell let me open up the door. My neighbor, impeccably dressed in her smart powder blue business suit, stood there impatiently. “Finally. I thought . Oh my God! Oh my God! What happened to you? Oh my God! Is that really you Gary? Gary?”

I blushed deeply but couldn’t say a word. Then Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea appeared from behind. “Hello Anne”, my wife said. “I am sorry to give you the surprise of your life, but many things happened during the weekend and my hubby Gary admitted to us that he actually was a closet sissy all his life and wanted to become a woman. As you can see, I am trying to understand her feelings and we have already progressed quite a bit. But please do come in.”

Anne stood there with her mouth open, trying to understand what Mistress Andrea had said. Then she looked at me. “Is that true Gary? I mean, oh my God, look at you. If it weren’t for your short hair you’d look gorgeous. You always had legs to die for and now you even have the curves. If you had a nice wig, I mean, oh my God. I mean, I need to be going or I’ll be late for work. I guess you aren’t going to drive me Gary. I’ll call a Taxi then.”

Mistress Andrea made a step forward, took the hand of our turning neighbor. “Wait Anne, just a moment. Greta here, that’s her new name, will drive you. She has promised it to you, so she’ll do it. Besides, she’ll really wants to go to her office too and resign personally.” Anne turned around again. “Look Andrea. I don’t know what is going on here but this surely isn’t the Gary I know”, pointing at me standing still like a marble statue with a lowered head.

“Gary, say something. We know each other since childhood. What is going on?”

I felt Mommy Adriana standing close behind me, unknown to anybody she lightly slapped my behind with the frightening paddle. I shook my head, looked up at Anne, opened my mouth, nothing came out when once again I felt the paddle lightly on my behind. In resignation I lowered my head. “I am sorry Anne, but there is nothing else to say. My wife is right. I have been hiding it all my life. This weekend with the visit of my mother-in-law it finally came all clear. I want to become a woman and yes, I’ll drive you as promised.”

Mommy Adriana stroked my cheeks. “Good girl”, she smiled. Anne still seemed to not believe what she heard and stood there motionless. “Ok, Gary or Greta, I’ll help you. Let’s go to my place. If you don’t have a nice wig, I do. I mean you can’t run around like that, you’ll be a laughing stock and that’s certainly not good for the ego of a new girl. My wig isn’t the most sophisticated, and maybe not the best for your complexion, but I think you certainly look better as a platinum blond than you do now with short hair.”

Mistress Andrea and Mommy Adriana giggled. “Oh, that is a great idea Anne, but why don’t you get the wig from your house. Meanwhile Greta helps me with the finishing touches and Mom and I accompany you to Greta’s office. Afterwards we need to shop, our new girl needs clothes. We so wanted to buy a wig for Greta this weekend, but there were many other things to do. Don’t you like her make-up job?” My neighbor looked at me closer. “Oh my, is this tattooed? This is tattooed! Greta, this is permanent, you know that? Wow, Andrea, I always wanted to have something like that. You have to give me the address of the store.”

Anne scurried off while Mistress Andrea quickly dressed with my help. When the bell rang again I opened the door, Anne stepped in and made me sit down on a kitchen chair. She placed the platinum blonde pageboy wig on my head, curiously watched on by Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea, then fastened it to my scalp and combed it out. “This looks much better than I thought”, said Anne. All three clapped into their hands. “This is you Greta”, they cried out. “Oh, thank you soo much Anne,” Mistress Andrea hugged our neighbor.

Anne smiled all over. “Greta, honey. This is my ‘welcome to womanhood’ present from me.” With this she hugged me tightly and air kissed me. “Now let’s hurry girls. I need to go.”

I put on a black jacket and we all walked to the car, where Mistress Andrea handed me a white purse. “Thank you Mis.., err, Andrea.” I blushed and took out the car keys. Mommy Adriana looked at me sternly and I simply handed them to her. Turning to our neighbor she explained. “These days Greta allows me to drive so I can get to know the town.”

We all got into the car and Anne gave directions how to get to her office. Just before we arrived, Anne turned to me and said. “Greta, we know each other for so long and you know you are a really good friend of mine, so I really don’t want to miss your first day out as a girl in the shopping mall. I am bayrampaşa escort going to phone my boss and ask him for a day off. I am sure he’ll give it to me and then I’ll join you girls on your shopping spree. I can’t wait to see you modeling dresses, Greta.” Then she laughed out loud. “You know I am a shopposaurus myself, I simply wouldn’t forgive myself until the end of my days if I missed that.” A quick phone call confirmed her day off and immediately Mommy Adriana took the next turn to a big Mall.

“No”, I said, “this isn’t my day off. I have to go to the office.” Mistress Andrea looked back at me. “You are right sweety. First of all there is your big coming out to your co-workers and your boss telling him you’ll leave as of today.” I blushed and didn’t want to think of all this. Maybe an angel would take me out of the car and fly with me to a land where all boys could be girls if they wanted to, without anybody taunting them.

Of course Mommy Adriana had a different thought, a sly smile crossed her face. “What would you say Andrea, if Greta’s boss, because of the turn of events, offers her a job as a secretary?” Mistress Andreas eyes lit up in mock surprise. “Hmmm, I wonder if Greta would rather be an office girl or a lady’s maid. I think we leave this decision to her, but we should take it into consideration.”

I felt Anne’s hands touching my knee. “Don’t you worry a thing Greta. I am convinced you’d make a wonderful secretary. If your boss really asks you, go for it girl. It will do you good. I know you type well, know how to attend the phone and you don’t have to be afraid of taking dictation.” I looked at her like a deer caught in headlight, slowly turning a deep red. “Oh, I mean, you know what I mean, err, you know, taking dictation isn’t .

The rest of what she said was drowned in roars of laughter coming from the front of the car. Mommy Adriana had to stop in order to avoid an accident. “Oh my God, Anne,” laughed Mistress Andrea, “that was too precious. Our little Greta taking dick- tation. Who knows she may even enjoy it.” Now it was Anne’s turn to blush. “Do you mean Greta? which caused another round of laughter. “Anne, she is a woman now, why shouldn’t she enjoy it”, asked Mistress Andrea.

“Wow, I didn’t know this ride was going that fast Greta. I thought you wanted to develop your personality little by little.” Could I sink deeper into the car seat? Could I disappear into it or simply become invisible. I closed my eyes but nothing helped. I shook my head helplessly. “It’s not what you think Anne ” my words trailing off. She simply looked at me, then hugged me and whispered into my ear. “Greta, I am your friend and if you like sucking cocks, it’s fine with me and maybe even good for your career if it is your boss whom you suck.”

While talking Mommy Adriana had driven us to my office and it was now or never, but before I could get out Mommy Adriana said. “Honey, I do believe it’s in your own interest if we all go with you. We don’t want you to get harassed.” I looked at her knowing immediately there was no way out for me. In fact I had intended to tell my boss I had lost a stupid bet and that’s why I was in this getup. She smiled reading the disappointment in my eyes. Once again she had outsmarted me. Sometimes I had the feeling she could read my mind. Mommy Adriana wasn’t only very assertive but dammit, she was smart too.

With big trepidation I stepped out of the car with the others. Thankfully Anne put a hand around my hip as if to say “don’t worry girlfriend,. I am with you”. I leaned into her and she whispered “I never imagined you’d make such a beautiful girl”. We walked together to the entrance, Mommy Adriana and Mistress Andrea smiling conspicuously at each other. Once inside Mistress Andrea walked on and motioned us to wait.

She talked to Jenny, the girl at the reception who was just about 20 years old and had only started a few months ago. All of a sudden she turned her head into our direction, looked back at Mistress Andrea, shook her head and looked back: At me! She looked right at me. Under her gaze I shrunk another few inches and believed I had reached the size of an imp. She got up behind her table and rushed towards me, and I felt myself in her embrace. Air kissing me she mouthed “Oh Gary, err Greta, I am soo happy for you. It takes courage to do what you do. I wish you luck with your boss. He’s already in his office. I’ll phone him so you can tell him your desire to become his personal secretary. You know how much he relied on her after his wife died so suddenly last year. I wonder how you knew Mrs Davengo resigned last weekend. Never knew you were so close to her that she’d tell you. Oh well, girl talk.”

I felt overwhelmed from the lightning speed with which everything happened. I didn’t know how to respond. The women stood around me and I felt like in a painting, they all looked at me simply smiling in a knowing way . Once again Jenny hugged me and then phoned Mr. Rearden. “Yes, Mr. Rearden. Life is full of surprises and Yes Mr. Rearden, I know you are worried about getting a new secretary, but that’s exactly why I phone. Your problem may solve itself, if you are willing, err, I mean there is Mr. Gooden waiting for you. He, she, err, please see for yourself Sir. Err, shall I send Mrs err Mr. Gooden in?”

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I walked out of the bathroom into the bedroom towelling myself dry as I went. I felt very strange, an odd combination of apprehension mixed with a low level of sexual excitement. My stomach was quivering slightly and I had a vague feeling of weakness. I could hardly believe that tonight, if things went as planned, I would come out of the closet for the first time and, hopefully, learn to make love as a woman. This night was to be the culmination of almost twenty years of gradually accepting the fact that I was gay as well as being a transvestite. Countless times in the past my nerve failed as I stood before the apartment door. My fingers, beautiful with bright red false nails and lovely expensive rings, cold with fear, would simply refuse to turn the doorknob. Tonight, I hoped, would be different. Thanks to the ads I began corresponding with others about my sexual and transvestite desires.

Gradually my fears subsided and I resolved that I would attempt to meet someone who seemed compatible. After some false starts I finally began to correspond with David. He sounded exactly what I was looking for. He was not a TV but was my age, said he enjoyed French and Greek as the active partner and occasionally liked to experiment with bondage and photography. In his photo he seemed very nice. A pleasant looking, smiling, open face about 6 feet tall, rather on the husky side but not fat. Masculine but not hard looking. I quivered with sexual anticipation every time I looked at his photo. He lived in the Washington area about 2 ½ hours drive away. In his last letter he included his phone number and asked me to give him a call.

I did and we hit it off immediately. He had a delightful soft, deep voice and had a marvellous, understanding sense of humour. I explained that I was still a virgin, so to speak, but was wiling to do anything I could to satisfy him. His reaction was that was even better and he promised to be gentle and understanding. I knew that I would have to meet him face to face. It was a Tuesday night that I called and we arranged for him to drive up on the following Friday night with the idea of staying the weekend.

Wednesday and Thursday nights were spent cleaning the apartment until it was spotless and shopping for groceries for the weekend. On Friday afternoon, I took my pink satin sheets and pillow covers out of the box in the closet and placed the fitted bottom sheet on my queen sized bed. Then made up the rest of the bed. The top quilt was a gorgeous frilly satin pink also. The bed now looked sexy and feminine, ready for the orgy I hoped would follow. I stored away all the items on the dresser that could be construed as masculine. By then everything was ready except me.

It was then about five o’clock and David said he expected to arrive around eight. I went into the bathroom and stripped, examining myself in the full length mirror. I decided that I was altogether too hairy. It had been some time since I had given my body a through shave. I filed the tub, added lavender bath salts and along with my Gillette seated myself in the steaming scented water. I started with my arms right down to the fingers. When my hands and arms were hairless I changed blades and carefully did my underarms and the few stray hairs on my chest. By this time from the waist up, except for my head, I was silky smooth. I changed blades again and started on my legs and feet.

I carefully whisked off the fuzz on the toes of both feet and started working up to the knee, first the left and then the right. I changed blades for the third time and started on my thighs, first the left, front, inside, back side ever so carefully. I didn’t want any nicks or scratches to mar what were my most attractive feature. I repeated the same procedure with the right thigh. By then the water had a lot of hair floating on the top so I closed the shower curtain, pulled the drain, stood up and turned on the shower. I marvelled at how smooth I felt. Except for my genital area and head I was as smooth and silky as the day I was born.

As I stood in the forceful yenibosna escort spray of the shower I had another brainstorm. Why not shave my penis, balls and asshole? I had never done anymore than trim it in the past. I’d always been afraid it would itch too much as it grew back. I pondered on the idea for a few seconds and then decided to do it. After all tonight was very special. I turned off the shower and retrieved my electric shaver out of the medicine cabinet. It has a sideburn trimmer on it and I thought I would try that to get the heavy hair off to the point that I could use the Gillette. It worked beautifully. Soon all that was left were very short hairs all around my penis, and virgin asshole.

I then lathered the area with shaving cream and carefully used the razor. I managed beautifully in front on and around my penis and balls but had a problem with my back side. Standing up was awkward and I couldn’t see what I was doing. The last thing I needed was to cut myself there. Then I remembered the large round mirror in the dresser. It was the type that magnified on one side and was ordinary on the other. I set it near the drain of the tub. I lathered the area again and by lifting my legs up and manoeuvring the mirror get a perfect view of my ass area. With the water running just slightly to clean the razor I finished the job. I stood up and turned on the shower again to clean off the soap and lose hairs on myself and in the tub. Masses of black pubic hair clotted the drain.

After cleaning it all up I again showered using an expensive scented soap. As I stepped out of the tub and looked into the mirror on the wall, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was as smooth as a new born baby, I powdered myself with the same scent as my soap and decided to go into my room and get dressed for this very special erotic night.

I knew that this was to be a very special night for me and I decided to wear my most sexiest outfit I could muster out of my closet. I selected my short black satin pleated mini-skirt, that I had just purchased the other day, along with my new white satin blouse with the diaphanous sleeves and the low cut front. I took out my new black satin bra and panty set and laid them on the bed. I then got out a matching garter-belt and black seamed silk stockings, laying them next to the other items that I had selected for the night. I went to my closet and took out my black patent six inch spiked heels that had the ankle strap, that held the glistening magical feeling shoes securely to my feet, all was now ready. I slipped into the bra and put in the false breasts that bounced in the bra as I walked. I slipped that garter-belt around my waist and fastened it with the hooks, then sat down on the chair and rolled my stockings up my legs, making sure the seams were straight. I stood up and stepped into the black satin panties and pulled my black satin mini-slip over my head to rest just below my garter belt. I place my arms in the sheer white satin blouse and buttoned it up the front, then I stepped into my short little satin mini-skirt and buttoned the side. I stepped into my six inch spike high heels of shiny leather and tied the ankle strap. I slipped on my earrings, rings, bracelet, neck and ankle chains.

I checked myself in the mirror. I was just fantastic, I looked very sexy and felt just as good, the only thing is that with such a short skirt I knew that when I sat down he would be able to glimpse at my stocking tops. Now to put on my make-up and I would then be ready for my very special night. The foundation went on just right and the eye shadow and mascara was just perfect, a little blusher to my cheeks gave life to my already excited face and the final items I used were long false nails and a glossy bright red lipstick that matched my nails to give my lips the sexiest look I could. I took my shoulder length light brown wig from it’s box and expertly placed and styled it on my head. I was now ready. I stood up and took one final look at this desirable looking female kayaşehir escort staring back at me from the mirror, and said to myself, “Baby this is the night you have been waiting for.”

I left the bedroom to finish with dinner. The table was set for a romantic dinner. My best China, a candle and a bottle of wine chilling, the steaks were in the broiler and were just about ready when the knock came on the door. It was David and he was just the perfect gentleman when he greeted me at the door and all through dinner, and afterwards as we sat at the table sipping the red wine and enjoying each other’s company, getting to know each other a little better.

After dinner, David moved to the couch and I brought him a brandy. He said to sit down beside him and relax. I did as I was asked and he just looked at me for awhile, then he reached over and took my head between his hands, pulled me to him and kissed me. Lightly at first and then with increasing passion he invaded my mouth with his tongue. He pulled away and said, “Darling, I want your mouth on my cock right now, I’m ready to burst.”

I said, “I want to desperately but I am just too afraid, force me please, tie me so I can’t stop you, please, please David force me.” He pondered for a moment and then said all right. He stood up and walked into the bedroom. He came out in a moment carrying his case and a satin pillow from the bed. He placed the pillow on the end of the coffee table and told me to remove my skirt and blouse and to kneel, in just my underwear at the end of the table and lie with my stomach and chest on the pillow. I did what he said and he opened his case and brought out a reel of very soft rope.

He opened a pen knife and cut off four strips of rope. “Put your arms behind you,” he said. I did and he quickly tied my left wrist to my right elbow and vice versa. He then tied two additional strips around my arms, they were very snug and I knew that it was too late now to stop him as I would never get those cords off by myself. He then cut off more strips of rope and proceeded to tie my left leg, just behind the knee, to the left leg of the table and then another strip further up on my thigh. He repeated the same action with my right leg. My upper legs were now tightly secured to the coffee table legs. He then reached in the case and pulled out four wide leather belted cuffs with metal rings on them, he attached a pair of these to both my arms, just above the elbows, and a similar pair to my ankles. He then cut off a longer strip of rope.

First he knotted one end of the rope to the metal ring attached to the back of my left ankle. He then threaded the cord through the ring of the cuff attached to my left elbow then straight over to the ring of the right cuff and then down to the ring of the right ankle. He then began to pull on the cord which had the effect of raising my left foot off the floor straining against my left arm. When my lower leg and foot were about 45 degrees to the floor he reached down and pulled up my right leg to the same height and knotted the cord to the cuff so it would not slip.

My back side was completely exposed and the soles of my shoes were looking up at the ceiling. My head was sagging down as the pillow only went as far as my chest. He then took another belt with six small rings on it and wrapped it around my head at the forehead. When it was snug he took another thin belt with rings and wrapped it around my neck snug, but not too tight, just above the Adam’s apple. He then tied different cords between the band around my forehead and the band around my neck, the object being to keep the forehead bond from slipping off. Then he took a longer piece of rope and attached it to the already once used left wrist cuff and ran it up to the left unused ring of the headband, over to the right unused headband ring then down to the right arm cuff ring. He stood behind me and gently lifted my head off the table and at the same time pulled the slack out of the last cord. When my head was raised bomonti escort enough to get my chin about three inches off the table he secured the rope to the right arm cuff.

So there I was fastened to the coffee table almost completely immobile. My head pulled back as far as it safely could be, my arms tied together and my feet sticking up in the air. Only my knees touched the floor and they were snugly tied to the table legs. David stood up and said, “There, you make a pretty picture if I ever saw one.”

With that he pulled an expensive 35 mm camera from the case. He attached a small electric flash unit to the camera and walked around to face me. “David, please don’t.” I said, but I knew it was hopeless to protest. He took about twenty pictures from various angles and then changed the roll. After he changed the roll and attached a battery charger to the flash unit, he walked over to me and said, “Well, darling it’s about time you had your first taste of cock.” With that he began to strip. In a few seconds he was nude, he stood before me with a semi-hard-on. He had a lovely body just slightly fat but flat stomached and obviously in good shape, he was covered with soft brown/black body hair. Thanks goodness I thought, his cock does not seem to be too big. I was afraid it would turn out to be an 8 or 9 inch monster. I guessed it to be an average six inches uncircumcised cock. He sat at the end of the table, legs over either side facing me, his cock about a foot away from my chin. My mouth was gaping open because it was too much strain on the muscles to keep it closed.

“You want it don’t you?” He asked, without waiting for an answer he slid up the table till the tip just touched my red lips. I couldn’t pull away more than half an inch. I recoiled for a moment but couldn’t stand the strain on my neck muscles and moved forward again slightly, with that he moved forward again about another inch so that the tip was just past my teeth. Neither of us moved for quite awhile. All I could hear was my breathing mixed with his breathing. I thought this is what I’ve waited so long to do. I began to fleck my tongue over the head and into the peehole. He moaned softly and moved forward a little more. He moved again and soon I had at least half of it in my mouth. I began to frantically tongue it’s underside and press my lips to it as hard as I could. He moved and moved forward again this time much harder and suddenly the tip entered my throat. I suppressed the desire to gag with all my might. He didn’t move and I just kept swallowing over and over trying to suppress the urge to throw up. Evidently he could feel my throat muscles working at the tip of his cock.

“Ah! this is heavenly,” he said. With that he moved again forcing it in as far as it could go, my head was pressed back as far as it would go, my lower lip was forced hard against the soft sac of his balls and my upper lip against the hair of his lower belly. The tip of his cock felt like it was being enveloped by my tonsils. I continued to wretch and swallow continuously. I thought to myself this is it, I am going to die with a cock shoved down my throat. He suddenly pulled out halfway, paused while I caught my breath. Perspiration was running down my face and head. “OK, darling, this is it,” he said. With that he plunged forward again as far as he could go in one thrust. Once again the tip slid into my throat, funny though this time it wasn’t so bad. Once the tip was past the throat opening, the area behind it was smaller and I began to adjust to it. He didn’t move, he reached down and held my head in his hands, I still hat to swallow continuously but the retching began to fade away. He just moaned and said, “You’re just wonderful.” My moans mixed with his and only my throat muscles were moving. He said move your tongue, I began to move it as fast as I could back and forth, from side to side, he moaned louder and said, “Oh God! Here it comes, take it all, swallow it,” not that I had much choice.

He untied me and I went to the bathroom. I applied fresh lipstick to my mouth and went back out to the living room. As I entered he stood up and motioned for me to sit on the sofa next to him. When I sat down he put his arm around me and leaned forward and kissed me hard and long, then whispered in my ear what a lovely weekend we were having together. You can bet we did and we only left the bedroom to eat and bathe.

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Part 1

It was 2006, a day in April; I can’t remember exactly the first day of the rest of my life begun but begin it certainly did. And for my wife, Joanna, it also meant a massive change.

I was back in England from a business trip to Canada, to Vancouver to be precise, and I had been back four days since being over there. It was a business trip but Vancouver offered other pleasures, particularly as for crossdressing and I had stayed on for 48 hours to enjoy this and take advantage of the excellent shops and services. Yes, I had been accompanied by a female friend who enjoyed crossdressers, not that any penetrative sex had gone on by me least. I won’t go into all the details here, except that I had lived as a woman for the 48 hours, staying in one of the City’s top hotels. Even there, no eyebrows were raised. This friend I had met in Edmonton on another trip and we had e-mailed each other and she volunteered Vancouver as it was her home and she knew the scene well.

Joanna had rumbled me though; she had had her suspicions for some time, and now there was also some evidence. She knew that I was seriously, or “unhealthily” as she would describe it into lingerie as any shop or good photo would get my attention and this, coupled to a number of other factors like our sporadic sex play and when it happened that my performance probably wasn’t all male, led to her building a picture of me. So, there in our study, on my day back she confronted me. Nothing aggressive, in fact very open, a want for understanding and considering. This was so like her.

I have been into crossdressing from an early age. I grew up in a feminine dominant family and my first experiences involved being totally crossdressed was with a teenage boy friend of mine in his sister’s lingerie. And he was the first boy to take my anal cherry.

My first true female love was older than me and she loved me to dress. She was also naturally pretty dominant in bed and loved prolonged oral, sexual servitude and the worship of her rear; hence, apart from being properly taught how to oral, I was introduced to facesitting and inhaling the aroma of her panties. My second girl-friend enjoyed the occasional crossdress session but wasn’t as in to it as other enjoyments such as anal and watersports.

The need to dress has always been there, though there have been different levels of intensity during my life and, I suppose, with whom I was partnered. And, yes, I went through the “accumulate and lose it” process of many a crossdresser.

I have always enjoyed wearing female attire and being in a pair of panties has always been the bare minimum. However, the chance to go the whole way and completely transform was one that I truly enjoyed and, in doing so, I felt that I could make a complete psychological shift when fully dressed. I had a number of enlightening experiences over the years with both male and female friends.

Joanna and I were, I think it fair to say, best of friends. We had been married for ten years up to 2006 and there was much to be commended in the marriage, culminating in two children, as well as an overall happy house when it came to life at large. Joanna had chosen to be a housewife with occasional work from home to earn pin money for herself and, in doing this, she had built up a substantial clientele and a sizeable income. She was very bright and well read and had a range of interests outside what we shared together, such as cooking and wine.

However, sexually, I had always found her prudish and thought that she saw sex as being more for reproduction. We had never really shared major interests, fetishes, wants, whatever, though she usually did enjoy being oralled. However, rampant, prolonged, imaginative sex was not usually on the cards; it was usually fairly conventional pre-play and building up to the one orgasm for each of us; that she normally achieved and despite me being not massively endowed at just less than 6 inches fully erect. The subject of sex just wasn’t discussed between us.

Therefore, I hadn’t really shared my other side, my feminine side, with her partly in fear of a ‘kick-back,’ partly a lack of understanding and, like a lot of folk out there, I repressed it except for situations behind her back, Vancouver being one of these sessions. And to be fair to her, I didn’t really understand what drove her sexually, if anything, despite having asked at various times over our marriage.

Let me describe Joanna to you.

She is a year younger than myself, mid40s, 5 foot 3 and dark shoulder length hair, not a ‘stunner’ but attractive with lovely eyes. At this time her body shape was rather pear shaped body 38c, 28, 40. Her breasts are pretty pendulous with large purplish-pink nipples and well defined aureoles. Her skin has always been very pale almost milk like and slightly freckled. Her bottom was very full but to be fair to her, by then she had already shed an awful lot of weight, having come down from a size 16 to 12 and she continued to do so. She used levent escort to weigh 12 and a half stone and by 2006 had come down to 10 and a half stone and today she weighs 8 stone, having reduced her body sizes back to when she was a late teenager.

We met at postgraduate, I was studying a practical science and she focused on Advertising and Communications, an area that she has continued to work in, albeit from home at this time. We both grew up near London and live close to her parents and family; mine is not that far away.

Joanna has always been pretty logical, more so than me, and took a rational appraisal of situations rather than getting herself emotionally wound up, and this held her in good stead in the family and with her work. She was/is pretty liberal in her politics.

Dress-wise, she has always been fairly conservative, always neatly turned out and made-up. With the second child, and the start of the weight loss, she started to wear more slacks and polo tops out for work, with less make-up than before – a stark but beautiful look. Around the house, she wore more plain tops and track bottoms, practical she said for handling the children.

Throughout her marriage her underwear had always been very conservative and she had very little frilly, sexy, wear despite me having bought her the occasional ensemble which largely remained in the bedroom drawers. Neat underwire plain bras in white, black and flesh accompanied by plain matching panties. The same too for nighties as she definitely preferred pyjamas.

Underneath she was quite bushy and her pubes extended down to her anus and with a hint of them in her bottom crack. She had never shaved. Her labia were prominent and so was her clit when stimulated. She was pretty strong on her aroma. However, play down here was fairly limited with the occasional oral session, little finger play, and I understood that she didn’t masturbate and certainly there was no toy usage. Again, a couple of vibrators remained buried in the bedroom dressing room, well away from the risk of prying eyes and fingers. The one thing I did enjoy was her scent and I had a ‘thing’ for her used panties and would occasionally borrow an aromatic pair from the laundry basket which always ran of ‘fairly’ full.

I guess I should give you some idea of myself. I am 5 foot 7, weigh 13 stone and have fairly wide shoulders, a sizeable bottom but nicely defined legs and a neat waist. I have always been clean shaven, don’t sport an enormously hairy body, little nipples, small hands and as mentioned I am not huge underneath. My hair colour is a dark ginger bordering on brown and quite distinctive. My job required a lot of travel but I did have the advantage of being able to work anywhere and especially from home when I was back in the UK. I had typical male interests in sports but then I am also artistic and creative. I had no issue with doing my share of household chores by the way and actually enjoyed the mundane tasks.

I was working away in the study in the morning; it was about 11am when Joanna came in. She had been out for the school runs and then had done some shopping and saw a female friend for coffee.

She came in and turned the leather reading chair we have in the study to face the desk and sat down.

“Matt, I have something serious to discuss with you and I want some candid answers and the truth.”

I looked at her and stopped doing whatever I was working on, a spreadsheet of some sort.

“Yes, honey, you look serious. What is it?”

“Well I came across these in your luggage.”

From a bag that she had brought into the study, she firstly pulled out her panties.

“I know these are mine and I have had my suspicions that you have been enjoying my panties for some time. I ran a count this time you were away and knew I was a pair short.”

I am sure I went red.

“However, whose are these? Are they yours?”

And she pulled out a pair of black panties I had and a pair of stockings.

“I think that you need to explain. But before you start, I did a little investigative work on the computer and it didn’t take me long to find some of the sites that you have been looking at, especially pertaining to Vancouver stores. So what is it all about?”

She remained collected.

I briefly thought and realised that this was an opportunity to confess and take the gamble. I unloaded that yes I was a crossdresser and had been for some while. And that Vancouver had been an ideal location, though no mention of Simeone as that would have been the red flag to Joanna. I went on about my interests and how far I would dress. She listened intently, no comment and just the occasional clarity question and “Go on – just tell me.”

I talked for probably twenty minutes and then came a barrage of questions.

“Have you had a man on this trip or before?”

“No honey, not on this trip and not in a long while. Let me explain my history here. And sarıyer escort I am Aids free, well at my last medical, as you know.”

I explained my early history with both sexes and how the crossdressing had started as a result of these early girlfriends.

“Well, you need an Aids test soonest, for my satisfaction” was Joanna’s conclusion.

“Tell me about your crossdressing more.”

Another twenty minutes on what I liked in particular (panties and nighties especially), style of dress and lots of prompt questions.

“What did you do with the clothing and did you have any falsies etc?”

I explained that over the years I had wasted a lot but from this recent trip there was a small stash at my office and yes, I had a pair of silicon falsies which weren’t cheap.

“Well I am glad about that, but really I am a little annoyed that you have wasted quite a bit of money no doubt on your alter ego.” This was the nearest that she had got to being annoyed.

“Ok, what about your fetishes, I know about your love of panties and used ones, what else have you experienced or fantasise about?”

So I gave her a snapshot of my interests. Once more, Joanna took in, all rationally, the information and asked specific questions such as about straps and whether I fancied being taken by men, by women, by her and how.

“What about the children as for whatever, they are not to know about this?”

“I agree, until we have clarity of direction”

“Well, Matt, I want to think about what you have said and do some of my own research work. I may ask you questions at various times, some of which may be somewhat convoluted but bear with me. I also want you to write me a long letter outlining what you have told me, but especially to focus on what you see happening in the future if this is allowed to continue. I am irked I will say, not by the dressing but that you did not have the confidence to tell me about this earlier.”

“However, to be fair, I have not been that open about my needs to and that is something we need to address both in terms of our life at larger, and especially sexually. There I have failed you I admit.”

“Let’s go and get some lunch.”

And that was it for the day, in fact for two days as Joanna went away to do her analytical thing. I put the letter together for her and sent it over to her by e-mail the following morning. Writing had always been a powerful way of communicating between us. The day after I got my test done and arranged for the Doc to send Joanne the results.

Questions then started to emerge ranging from my balance of sexuality and experiences with men and women, then to my happiness with work, and onto even my preference of styles for lingerie and dressing. Also, how I felt about household chores, money management, family – all rather disjointed in structure and lacking any reasoning at this point. Then she asked to see my silicon breasts so I brought this home from my storage at work and she took them off to closely examine them. This was all over a period of another five days though by day 6 she was saying,

“Look be patient with me, I am getting there as to should we continue this and if so how. By the way, I am not going to divorce you for being a deviant – yet!”

This was the first positive sign emerging.

The second sign came on Day 9 – I had a quick overseas overnighter on Day 8 to make and I went as a male! I got home on Day 9 evening and Joanna was there, but no kids.

“Honey, my parents have the kids tonight. Let’s have a good dinner as we need a long chat. Go and make yourself comfortable and unpack”

I came through and dinner was well on the go. Joanna handed me a glass and toasted “to us.”

Dinner came up – a simple tagliatelle with bacon, cherry toms, red onions and a green side salad, freshly dressed.

Joanna started up,

“Look I meant what I said about not wanting to divorce you. I have been pretty mad at you and as I indicated this is not about you dressing, rather that you have never told me and I have been mad at myself too, for not unloading to you.”

“I have done my research work and you know I am pretty thorough and I have been into many aspects of crossdressing, transvestism and trans-sexuality. My opinion is that you fall heavily into the middle camp.”

“I have no basic issue with this if you are honest with me and I will be with you. The first thing we need to discuss is your job and your happiness at this – as you know my income has been increasing rapidly and I think we could consider a role reversal if you wish work-wise. I wouldn’t mind going back to work and you could contract from home. The kids would love it.”

We discussed this at length and also covered a lot of home items. It was decided that I would aim to work more and more from home and take on a lot of the household chores whilst Joanne would start working more outside the home, take over the day to day finances, maslak escort but investments would be mutually decided on. In short, we set a goal of moving to household income being 70:30 from her instead of me within two years.= and if we could achieve this possibly inside 12 months and thereby accelerating my move into being a house/husband wife.

“Then my second major point is just how bi are you and especially when you are in female mode. By the way I know that you are negative and clear of any STDs”

We discussed this at length and that I truly saw myself as a ‘bottom,’ or very much the femme in the act, and towards the submissive.

“Ok that is clear, and I want to own up to some things now. I feel ashamed that I have never shared with you any of my sexual cravings or leanings. I’m also ashamed that I put on so much weight pre and post our marriage and that hasn’t helped with my sexual confidence either.”

There are three things I have been wishing to explore, Matt, and have never had the confidence to open up to you. Firstly, I had a wonderful lesbian relationship in my final year at school with one of my teachers and this continued through 1st year at University; I have long craved to have another girlfriend – this doesn’t mean that I don’t love you.”

We explored this and Joanna’s history. And I can say it was a shock.

“Secondly, our sex life hasn’t been that great in the past and that I would like to pep up. I have had for some time quite a few dominant thoughts and want to take much more control in bed with you. This could work well with what you have unloaded to me, so yes I am prepared to go along with your dressing. Some rules in a minute though.”

“Thirdly, you aren’t hugely endowed, though your girth is pretty good and I love your oral on me. I haven’t had that much experience with other men but would like to enjoy some new real cock if I can. Now this maybe a shock to you, just as your dressing is to me, and I will only do it with your blessing and when you are ready.”

I probably did look stunned. Joanna opened another bottle of wine and poured fresh glasses.

“Now the basics and rules and they are simple.”

To summarise, I have no issue with you dressing and for me, I may well indulge too in my dome play. However, we should be careful with the kids. They are too young at the moment to know our details. So, I don’t want you going around in a skirt or a nightie, or with make-up on when they are around but if they away on a sleep over with friends or our parents and relatives, I have no issue. You can wear panties if you wish all the time and I would suggest you wear female jammies at nighttime. We can go out and buy some if you wish and, yes, I would like to go shopping with you soon.

Secondly, we tell each other about potential partners and we will be frank to each other about our experiences with them and preferably sex should not be in the house, unless we, and I emphasise we agree and invite them and the children are away. We should also clear any partner for cleanliness. And as to partners, I have no problem in helping you if you help me meet my desires. If you want to be cuckolded, that is no issue and I have enjoyed researching that aspect, let me say. However, I would like to push ahead on finding a girlfriend soonest.”

We then covered minor stuff and cleaned up the dinner stuff.

Back to what happened after our long dinner chat; well nothing. We went through to the bedroom, cleaned up and cuddled together and kissed, nothing more. In fact, nothing happened for a further two nights until the kids were off for a sleep over. Little was said and we lived as husband and wife, in thought and in dress, going about our daily work and chores, as well as family.

On the third day, I was at work when Joanna called,

“Honey, we have the night, in fact the next two nights to ourselves. The kids are having a sleepover tonight at their friends. Emma and Sammie, and tomorrow they will be at my parents. All the logistics have been arranged. I think we can come to full agreement over the future and put this all behind us, so could you try and be reasonably early tonight, for me. And if you could get the day off tomorrow or work from home, that would be really nice”

“Could you pick up a couple of bottles of wine on the way home, and also these food items?” She listed them.

“And could you pick up some depilatory cream, your favourite brand as I don’t use it normally, and you are better versed in that area, (laughingly said). I love you, by the way”

She put the phone down.

So, I did the shopping on leaving the office and headed home. It was about 6.15 when I pulled into our driveway. We have three old cottages spliced together on the edge of the village. Apart from being quite chocolate-box, in nature and warm, the property was away from other houses and gave us welcomed privacy.

I entered the house and the fire was lit, the place was snug; it was rather a raw evening. Joanna emerged, glass of wine in hand for me, and gave a long kiss to say hello. She was dressed as she often was in a black rollneck, black pants, black low heel shoes and with a gold necklace and bangle on. Her hair was pulled back with an alice-band and her make up was minimal. A touch of gloss and a little eyeliner.

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Dear readers,

Real life sometimes catches you buy surprise, so please forgive me for having posted this chapter late. I dedicate this to griffin57, a good friend and a another amazing writer who believes in my talent and work.

Xoxo,

Nightingale

[1]

Took a one way trip back to Glen Ellyn, Chicago and a cab to the very place I had refused to go back to for so many years after me and my dad’s last fight. My dad was a retired veteran, hard ass everything-my way type of guy. I could never really win an argument with the man. He renovated his dad’s house, my grandfather and his father before him, after he died and moved in while my mom was pregnant with me. The big house was built near Lake Ellyn a couple miles down from where Lake Glen Ellyn Hotel once had been. It was an old house, stood tall during the day and silent at night, so silent you could hear the mice crawling through the walls. Brown-black hardwood floors that creaked when you walked a crossed them, tall narrow windows, too narrow hallways—you get the gist? The house scared me.

I was hesitant walking up the old cobblestone walkway towards the wraparound porch. The old mailbox just inside was packed and overflowing with old mail. The grass was dead and garbage was strewn out everywhere. The iron gate had been partially open and infested with poison ivy, which was rare, given the paranoid state of my dad; he would have locked it before settling down at night. My great grandmother’s old rocking chair was still sitting silently in the same spot it had been when I was just a boy, on the right side of the doubled door beside its matching table in front of the doors side window. The old flower beds were dead with old dirt and weeds. This wasn’t right. My mother would have kept up with not only the garden, but the trimming of the poison ivy and she would never have let the yard get as bad as it was.

I climbed the porch stairs, stopping at the front door. My heart raced against my chest, choking up into my throat and fighting butterflies I hardly even wanted. I couldn’t imagine what my dad’s reaction would be when he opened the door.

Three minutes spoke to me. One said turn around, go back to Tanya, apologize. Two said you’re a fucking idiot, why would the old man ever want to see you? Three said do this for your mother, she probably really misses you. Four came around and my head was clear, my heart settled and my hand wrapped on the door with a closed fist. Six snuck up on me, two minutes into the night I’d been standing at the door for seven and nobody responded. My instinct told me someone was inside.

“Mom? Dad?” When nine rolled around, I decided to try my luck with the door knob; surprisingly it surrendered to my prying touch.

The house was dark, silent and almost too lonely. I stepped in, pushing the door closed and letting my eyes adjust before reaching out to the left and flipping the foyer light on. I set my suitcase down letting my eyes roam over the small desk sitting just below the mirror against the hallway’s wall which was located right a crossed from the stairs. A sudden rush of regret and sorrow overtook me. What if my dad over the years had convinced my mom not to speak to me? There were so many questions that were shooting through my mind that it hurt.

I moved towards the stairs, slowly climbing them and calling out to my dad. With as much silence as there was in the house, I began to think I was the only one as I journeyed through room after room, hall after hall reminiscing on my childhood. I was an only child at the time that played with older cousins and teased nieces for the hell of it until I had sprouted into a teen, which was when my little sister was born. Then that horrible day came. . .hardly eighteen years old, kicked out all because. . .why does it really matter? It’s been five years, I’m twenty three now almost old enough to understand his reasons, yet the child in me is still confused.

I’d made my way to the living rooms threshold which was right beside the wall of the stairs, flipping the light on and feeling my heart flutter with a rush of panic, you know that feeling you get when someone’s already in the room and it silently scares you? That’s how I was feeling. Moving around towards the end of the couch so I could get a better look of the shadowed figure, due to the dull overhead light, I slowly began to realize who it was. My dad seemed to have aged a hundred years. His figure wasn’t that toned soldier build he used to have during the days that I knew him. He was gaunt with a hunched figure and hair whiter than a set of pearls. Even from where I stood I could see the mark of old age, the spots people begin to inherit when they’re in their late fifties going on sixty. His blue eyes were dull and sad, so sad it made my heart ache.

Even moving towards him, he didn’t move or acknowledge my presence, he just stared blankly at the floor with his bony wrists resting on the arm of his chair and his fingers curled lazily around it. I knelt down beside his right knee, glancing over his face, hesitantly placing bağcılar escort my hand on his. Slowly, he came back, turning his head towards mine and looking into my eyes.

“Hi dad. . .” I was surprised at how soft the words had come out. His eyes danced back and forth between mine, masking his thoughts and never uttering a word. “Where’s mom?” I asked. No response. He incoherently mumbled something before pulling his hand back and struggling to stand. I had to help him.

“Dad-” He interrupted me, walking as slow as a tortoise through the living room, waving a hand.

“Your room.” Was all he said before disappearing around the corner.

Through the months that followed I dedicated my time to rejuvenating the yard and my mothers old flower beds. I trimmed away the poison ivy, cleaned up the garbage, bagged the old mail and made sure the old iron gate was secure enough to lock and keep intruders out if the need to really be alone ever came. And despite all the work I tried to do to keep myself busy, Tanya’s pretty face still plagued my mind.

Three months into my stay, I had finally gotten the time to sit down in the living room and separate my dad’s mail from old to up-to-date, to current. There were unpaid bills, notices, companies and people who wanted him to return their calls even the bank had sent a letter of warning. He was almost two thousand dollars overdue in bills, which I couldn’t understand because my mother was always on top of things like this. So being the good son that I am and knowing that something possibly was happening to my dad, mentally and physically—I returned the calls, I promised to pay the bills before they cut the power along with the water and heat. Prior to that, I received a phone call through all the havoc of having to return so many other phone calls. It was one that made my heart race and kept me up for two days worrying.

It was a call from Adventist GlenOaks Hospital, a woman named Ruth Barren, my father’s nurse advised that he be brought in for a check up on a cancerous cell that they had found on his liver and a tumor on his brain that had removed four years ago that was re-accruing. I booked an appointment for this coming Monday before hanging up with her and nearly breaking down with surprise, not the crying type, the cat-got-your-tongue-I-can’t-believe-this-is-happening type. My dad was all that was left of my family besides my sister, but god knows where she was now after so many years. There was a distant uncle and a few cousins I never talked too but that wasn’t my concern. To add onto the stress that was building inside of me, I found a letter addressed to me from my mom, dated last April four years ago, unsent and hidden inside an old book lying on the corner of the coffee table. It was really an accident and one I wish I hadn’t stumbled on but it was inevitable and the letter stared right at me as soon as that book hit the floor. Not only had I found that letter, I had also found her memorial card stuffed away inside that book with a picture of just the three of us, her holding me as a little boy and one of the only ones where my dad had actually looked happy. You can only imagine what someone could be feeling if nobody had ever told them that their mother or father or anyone so close to their soul and heart had died four years prior.

Apologies, wishes, reminisces, problems, your father had surgery, your great grandmother just passed away, your third cousin was in a horrible car accident and in intensive car; he’ll be released in a month or so, your father’s tumor hasn’t resurfaced, your father had a stroke, heart attack, won’t take his medicine, please come home, come home, come home. . .

Come home echoed through my head, her voice echoed through my head. . .wavering my heart and almost bringing tears to my eyes.

Come home, this is all I’m asking of my darling son. It would do your father good to see you and be able to speak to you. We have so many things to discuss—so on and so forth, signed Janette Louis-Françoise Kearn.

Yes, my heart felt as if it had just shattered into a million pieces. My mother’s image flashed through my mind as the tears welled up and my fingers slowly crushed the edge of that letter in my hand. I was angry, betrayed, and hated by the one man who had given her the gift of life and the child she had always dreamt of. He hadn’t told me because the very day I left he disowned me, cast me out and cursed my very name. I swore to myself I would never come back, but not everyone can hold what they cross their fingers on, especially when they need out from another nightmare that had bristled itself around them.

Darkness wouldn’t be the correct term for what I was feeling then. It was more of regret than anything, regret and a cloud of grey sorrow and failure that towered over me for what weeks were to come. This was something that couldn’t be forgiven, replaced, mended, taken back or treated away. This was a scar, a scar so deep that not even my own body could fight it away or make it fade over the years güngören escort to come. This was fresh and something I would have to deal with until my father’s last breath.

Monday morning rolled around and I found it almost impossible to get out of bed, but I did. The night before was a blur and even still I could smell the faint scent of alcohol and whisky on my breath. I showered and spent almost ten minutes brushing away the smell. I packed my dad a bag of clothes and a few books incase the hospital decided to keep him for additional tests.

Out in his garage I found that his old 1967 Cadillac Eldorado occupied the wide space and had hardly been driven. The leather seats were a treat to my sense of smell and the damned thing had been shined to perfection. We drove to Adventist GlenOaks Hospital, a good thirty mile drive from where we were. Sat in the waiting room for over an hour or longer before the very nurse I had spoken to over the phone called his name. She made him sit in a wheelchair while another nurse wheeled him to an examination room.

For the next seven hours nurses and a couple of doctors were in and out of the room, leaving with him, coming back, talking to him, taking him for more tests, asking him questions so on and so forth. His speech was slow when he spoke to them, aged to a quality that was almost nice to hear in a man as old as him. He had married my mother in his late thirties while she was in her early twenties, a fixed marriage by each of their parents who were close friends. It wasn’t until his early fifties and her late thirties that she had me.

Around five-thirty in the evening Ruth Barren came into the room with a concerned look on her face.

“So many tests and you can’t come up with a goddamn answer.” My father said in a quiet tone before looking up at her with tired eyes.

“Mr. Kearn, from the x-rays we have taken. . .and the recent blood work you let us take from just a few weeks ago. . .” She paused watching him as he sat idle watching her. “We strongly advise you to get yourself a stay at home care provider.” I stared at her for a few minutes before looking at my dad who looked down mumbling.

“Wait a second,” I started. “What’s this with the care provider?” I asked her.

“Has no one informed you the health difficulties your father has been dealing with?” She asked me. Uh, no—he didn’t even notify me of my own mother’s funeral.

“No.” I finally said. Ruth Barren took a deep breath before speaking and looking me directly in the eyes.

“Your father is currently in stage five of Alzheimer’s disease. I have papers on it before you leave here today that will explain the condition of the disease and what may occur during the next few months to a year in a half. His liver is not our biggest concern, although we would like to schedule him in for surgery of this coming month. The tumor we removed years ago is reoccurring and his doctors fear that if we don’t take it out soon it will be too late.” Even if I was angry at him for keeping my moms passing a secret from me, I couldn’t hold back that bowling ball sitting in the pit of my throat. I swallowed hard clamping my jaw shut and looking at my dad who was now staring at the shiny floor. After a few minutes I felt her warm hand on my arm. I couldn’t help but look at her. “I strongly recommend you start looking for someone who is willing to stay for awhile and care for him. Someone with a good back ground, patience and a good heart. It will take some digging, but it will be worth it for him. In his condition, his memory is one of our other concerns.”

That was the end of that. I walked him to the car with a heavy burden on my shoulders. The bad thing was, I didn’t have the money for how much the surgery would cost or for the care provider. I hardly had any money at all.

[2]

A couple weeks later I was spending hours on end interviewing nurses from all over Chicago and Glen Ellyn. None of them sparked my attention or gave me a good, safe feeling about their presence. So I stopped looking, decided to put an ad in the paper, one that would reach out to more than just Chicago, forgetting about my battle with Tanya and her psycho uncle.

Two weeks into a month there was a knock on the front door. Her name was Connie Davis, a tall, pale skinned, chocolate brown haired woman with big hazel eyes and natural pink lips. She reminded me somewhat of Jayne Mansfield, only with fuller lips and more breathtaking than the actress herself. She couldn’t any older than twenty-eight, but god was she beautiful. I wouldn’t mind dating someone five years older than I was. . .Her figure was perfect and her long hair stopped just below the small of her back. Natural volume and perfect waves that shined in the suns light. She wore a pair of white rimmed glasses that looked good with her fashion and features.

She was one of those women that didn’t like to show too much skin, one that enjoyed burying her own body in fancy knit-sweaters and long sleeved shirts, turtle necks and vests. Tight fulya escort blue jeans or beige khaki’s were her thing. I guess you could imagine her as a foxy librarian.

“Mr. Kearn?” She asked, glancing at the newspaper in her hand before looking at me.

“Trevor-” I had almost stuttered it but my mouth new it’s words better than I did. “I mean call me

Trevor.” I put my hand out and she gleefully took it, smiling big, revealing a set of straight white teeth.

“I saw your ad in the paper and figured I’d take a trip down here and introduce myself to you.” I made way for her as she stepped inside forgetting the two suitcases she had brought with her. I happily grabbed them for her and lead her into the living room where my dad sat staring out the window. I had that good feeling creeping up on me and her presence felt even better to me. She was the right person for the job.

I didn’t have to think twice.

“This must be your father.” She said. Her eyes grew sad as she fiddled with the corner of her hand purse. I followed her glance, realizing how sad he looked. I knew without mom, he was more than just lonely.

“Yeah, that’s him.” I answered. “Listen,” I looked at her drawing her attention away from my dad and to me. “I really don’t have time to look around for anymore people so. . .”

“Oh don’t worry Mr. Kearn-Trevor,” She corrected. “This is what I do for a living and if you need to do a background check or whatever-“

“We’ll worry about that later. I just have one issue I need to talk to you about.” She watched me intently. “I just paid two thousand dollars worth of passed due bills plus recent ones. . .I can pay you I just don’t have the money right now, I mean it will be a couple of weeks.”

“Oh, that’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” She gave one last smile before moving towards my father, kneeling down beside him and successfully winning over his attention.

Months went by as if they were days. Connie and I had quickly befriended one another. She came in and out of the house freely, buying groceries, cleaning, taking care of my dad—reading to him, having small conversations with him and even surprising me with an outstanding performance on an old viola she had brought with her. She was able to emanate such feeling just from the tunes she played that even I could feel the devilish tug gripping at my soul.

Stress picked up again after the hospital refused to do the surgery on my father to remove his brain tumor because I didn’t have the money. I tried to convince them that I would have it a week after the surgery but they wouldn’t have it.

“Come back when you have the money and we’ll be able to do what is necessary for your father’s health.” That’s when Frank and Al showed up, in Al’s shiny Lincoln limo, parked outside of my father’s iron gate and marching up the cobblestone walkway towards our front door. Not good. . .

“Trevor,” Connie was the one who had warned me, asking who the people were pilling up on my front porch.

“What are you talking about?” I asked her moving towards the window and pushing the curtain to the side. My heart had exploded and my blood thickened. There was no way in hell they could have known where I would go when I left Tanya that night. The ad in the newspaper hadn’t crossed my mind at that point in time either. “Shit.” I breathed, pulling the curtain closed and hearing a knock at the front door. I looked at Connie, then to my dad sitting beside the window again, mindlessly peering out of it. “Take him upstairs to his bedroom.” I moved towards the front door as she obeyed.

“Who is it?”

“Chicago my boy!” Al was the one to speak. “I have much to discuss with you, why don’t you open up and let’s have a talk you and I?”

“I’d rather talk somewhere else.” I told him through the door.

“Chicago, don’t make things difficult. . .” He paused for almost a minute before speaking again. “You’ve already damaged my niece, open the goddamn door up and let’s have a talk.” I could never forget about the day he drove me around in his limo suggesting how fast he could get rid of me if I ever hurt her.

I opened the door slowly, scared out of my mind and trying to put the pieces together. Al opened his arms up with a smile, raising his eyebrows and waiting for me to embrace him. Frank was standing right behind his right shoulder. There were men dressed in casual suite, black glasses and earpieces; they kind of reminded me of government scum undercover. But they were far from that and there were at least twelve of them. Finally, I took a step out the front door and hugged Al. I felt like he could feel my heart thudding against my chest at how tight he was squeezing me.

This was a show of dominance and you had better do as I ask and say these next few minutes, because it’s dyer to your well being. That’s what this embrace told me.

“Good to see you Chicago, real good.” He gave me a good smack on my back, released then walked right passed me into the house. Frank put a hand on my shoulder, squeezed it softly then followed Al’s lead. “Nice place, very nice.” I turned stepping back into the house watching as two of Al’s men came inside and the rest spread out along the property. I had hardly realized the guns. “So,” Al began. I closed the door, following him into the kitchen as he sat down, rubbing his thumb over his eyebrow while crossing a knee over the other.

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I looked around the café as I entered, checking out the patrons. My eyes fell upon a beautiful woman, alone in the corner booth. She seemed not to have noticed me, her attention still on the coffee cup in front of her.

She was, as near as I could tell, about 5’10” or thereabouts, with a womanly build and just the slightest hint of muscled arms – an attribute that never turned me off a woman. She had curly, shoulder-length black hair, and a large set of perfectly rounded breasts barely contained within a white, low-cut top. Her eyes were hidden by a pair of large, very black sunglasses. Below the table, she wore only a black skirt, and my eyes ran over her long, smooth legs admiringly.

With a smile I picked up my courage and strode over to the woman, her face turning up to look at me as I came over. I took the chair opposite her in one hand.

“Mind if I have a seat here?” I asked, putting on my most charming smile. She paused a moment, and I assumed she was looking me up and down from behind the safety of her glasses.

What she saw was a 23 year old, 5’11”, with a fairly average, lightly muscled build. I had short, brown hair, and blue-green eyes. I was what you would most likely call ‘ruggedly handsome’.

“Sure, be my guest.” She spoke in a thick Italian accent. I took the invitation up, seating myself opposite her. I motioned over to the waitress, quickly ordering a coffee.

“So, may I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” I asked, looking up into her perfect face. Again she paused a moment, a smile playing at one side of her full lips.

“Vivian.” She finally said, her foreign accent sweet on my ears. She seemed to be waiting for me to respond.

“Nice to meet you, Vivian. I’m Luke.” I said, accepting my coffee from the waitress who had just returned. I took a sip, decided it was too hot, and put it down on the table for a moment.

“I don’t know how to say this, but… well, are you single?” I asked, provoking the smile from her.

“Yes, I am. And there’s only one reason why you’d ask that so soon after our meeting, am I right?” Vivian said. I blushed.

“Well, yeah… I was just wondering if you want to do something sometime.” I said.

Vivian picked up her coffee and finished it, before answering my question. “Why, sure, honey. If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be, but how about tonight?”

I couldn’t believe my luck. “Sure, sure. Where do you want to go?”

“Well, I know a good place not far from here. We could meet here at, say, 9-ish?” she asked after a moment.

“Sounds good to me.” I said with a grin. She smiled and nodded, before standing up and stepping up next to me. She bent over me and kissed me softly on the lips, her lips pausing a moment just centimetres from mine to tease me. She whispered goodbye before she pulled away from me, then left the café.

I ran a hand slowly against my lips, a smile spreading on my face. I then returned to my coffee.

* * *

I sat outside the closed café, waiting for Vivian. I glanced down at my watch: just a minute before 9. I heard the sound of a car engine, and looked up the nearly empty street to see a red Porsche coming down the road slowly. I looked longingly at the car, my eyes following it as it came closer and osmanbey escort closer. The look on my face was that of surprise as I saw who was driving the Porsche… Vivian. As she brought the car out in front of the café, I walked over to the curb, leaning into the convertible.

She was dressed in a red dress, which revealed the top of her cleavage and a fair amount of her legs. For the first time I looked into her beautifully deep, dark brown eyes.

“Hey Vivian.” I leant over and kissed her softly, before looking down at the leather interior and giving a whistle. “Nice wheels.” I said.

“Thanks, hon. Get in.” she purred, opening the passenger door. I climbed into the passenger suit, shutting the door behind me. Vivian turned the car back on, the engine coming to life with a purr of power. She pulled back out into the street, immediately continuing the way she had been going.

“So, what’s this place you’re taking me to?” I asked.

“A club. I know the people who run the place.” She replied, never taking her eyes off the road.

“Sounds good.” I said, smiling as I watched her smooth hands on the wheel.

After just a minute more of driving and idle chit-chat, Vivian pulled the car up in front of a building, highlighted by a neon light, above the door, that read “Midnight Moot”. The car turned off with a gentle purr, and Vivian pressed a button, and the soft-top began to cover the car. She got out, followed soon by me, locking and immobilising the car. I followed her to the door, where two burly bouncers stood on either side. One of them broke out with a smile and practically ran forward to take Vivian into his huge arms. He kissed her softly on the cheek.

“Ah, Vivian! Good evening! Please, go right through!” he said, releasing her from his grasp. She smiled at the bouncer, before gesturing back at me.

“He’s with me.” She said softly, and the bouncer nodded. Vivian stepped forward and entered the door, and as I followed her, the bouncer gave me a wink and a smile. The other stared at me with a rather odd look on his face, but I ignored him and walked in after Vivian.

The thump of the dance music that I had heard ever since getting out of the car became many times louder now as I stepped into the club. The door swung shut behind me, and I looked around the club. There were lots of people, most of them on the dance floor, which was illuminated by coloured strobe lights. Out the front, there was a DJ, the source of the music. Further over, there was a bar, a few people sitting on stools with drinks in front of them.

“C’mon, Luke!” Vivian yelled over the music, taking me by my wrist and pulling me towards the bar. She sat on a stool, and I sat down next to her. The bartender came over, a wide smile on his face.

“Ah, Vivian! What can I get you?” he asked.

“Nothing for me, thanks. How about you give my friend here your specialty?” she replied, gesturing at me. The bartender looked at me, smiled and nodded, before beginning to prepare his “specialty”. After a moment, he placed a long glass in front of me, filled with a black liquid.

“Thanks. Add it to my tab.” Vivian yelled out, and the barkeeper nodded before hurrying to take someone else’s order. kağıthane escort I stared at the liquid in front of me somewhat uncertainly.

“C’mon, Luke… it’s great, give it a try!” she yelled out, and with no further invitation needed, I picked up the glass and threw the contents back, my face contorting as the bitter liquid went down my throat, but it was followed by a very nice after-taste. I put the empty glass down and nodded in satisfaction to Vivian, who smiled, before ordering me another.

* * *

I gave a moan as my eyes blinked open, followed soon by the splitting pain in my head.

I could remember little of what had happened at the club; but now that I think about it, I should have realised. Vivian hadn’t drunk a thing, as far as I could tell, but me… I had gone overboard… had she meant to get me drunk?

The answer became clear as I suddenly realised where I was. My hands and legs were bound, so that I could not move, and I was staring directly down at a bed. I tried to shake my hands and legs, only to realise that they were tied firmly to either end of the bed.

And then I realised something else. I was naked.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Came the familiar purr of Vivian’s voice. I could feel her straddling my back, but, before I could say anything, she had reached around and placed a ball gag in my mouth, quickly securing the gag behind my head. I tried to say something, but it was no use, and everything I said was muffled.

“Now, now, Luke. Just relax, and I promise I will take you places you never thought you could go.” She purred sexily into my ear as she gently kissed my cheek. Then, a blindfold was placed on my eyes, and my entire world went black. Again, I tried to say something, but succeeded only in making muffled noises.

“Please, just relax, Luke. There is nothing you can do – just give in to temptation…” she whispered, and I felt her lips move away from my cheek, kissing down the middle of my back, lower and lower, her hands now reaching out and cupping my ass cheeks. She began to knead the globes of flesh as her mouth reached my ass. She gently spread my ass cheeks and her tongue ran, slowly, down the crevice of my ass, and I could not help but moan into my gag at the feeling of pleasure I got as her tongue flicked against the entrance to my anal passage. She stopped and pulled away for a moment, before spreading my cheeks further, her tongue now descending again on my ass crack. Her tongue squeezed its way into my virgin back door, gently licking all around the tight hole, and I gave another moan into my gag as my cock began to twitch underneath me and my anus began to give way to her tongue, slowly stretching and opening up for her. Her tongue moved further into my forbidden zone, still slowly licking its way around the passageway. As she moved slowly and slowly further into my tight hole, I heard the sounds of her taking off her clothes, the teasing sound of her dress’s zipper coming slowly down drifting into my ears. Her hands began to squeeze my ass cheeks now, not painfully, but squeezing on them as her tongue went as far into my ass as possible. She licked frantically for a moment, before slowly pulling out, and then going back in.

Oh, the merter escort forbidden pleasure of my ass being tongue-fucked was just too much… I could feel my cock hardening at the thought of this beautiful woman taking control of me, tying me down, securing me so I could not escape her passion, doing whatever she wanted to my naked body…

And then, she pulled her tongue entirely out, and I heard her smacking her lips. I moaned softly into the gag, strangely seduced by the woman’s actions. I could feel her hands release my ass cheeks now, and now they were gliding up my back, up, further and further, before she began to massage my shoulders. I could hear her soft breathing just inches away from my ear.

“I have a surprise for you, Luke.” She whispered, massaging my shoulders in slow, sensual strokes. “You may not like it, and… that is why I had to do this to you…” she whispered, her hands now moving away from my shoulders and up my arms, her hands gripping my wrists where the ropes that bound me were, to prove her point.

I wanted so much to just say: “Surprise me. I will love it, whatever it is. I love you, Vivian. I love you. Surprise me.”

And then the totally unexpected happened. I felt something… something hard… pressing against my anal passage.

“It’s real, Luke. It’s now a dildo. It’s real.” She whispered, and everything started to fall into place. I started to squirm, but there was no use; she had too firm a grip on me, and besides, the ropes binding me were too tight.

“I’m sorry, Luke. I’m sorry… I’m a transvestite. I wanted to tell you, it’s just… it’s so awkward, and I loved you so much from first sight…” she whispered, her cock pressing between the globes of my ass, teasing me at the entrance to my virgin asshole.

Did I really want this? No, I didn’t. I didn’t.

I began to say something, but it was muffled, and I tried to squirm from her, but it was too hard.

“I’m sorry.” She repeated, before her cock-head slowly began to push into my depths. I moaned in pain and pleasure as my ass cheeks tightened around the head of her shaft.

I was lucky, in that her cock was not large. It was, perhaps, 4 or 5 inches long, and only about an inch or two in diameter.

But, at that point in time, I could’ve sworn it was as big as Godzilla, as it pushed further into my hole. I heard Vivian grunt with the pressure of my ass around her cock, her hands now grasping my hips, steadying them as she pushed her cock further into me. I bit down as hard as I could on the ball gag in my mouth as she pushed in the remainder of her cock, until she was buried hilt-deep in my asshole. She released her breath as she pulled out, slowly, and I relaxed for just a moment. But, half-way out, she jammed back in as hard as she could, eliciting moans and gasps from us both. Again she pulled out slowly and slammed back in as fast as possible, continuing this motion until my ass began to stretch a little further, and she began to get a more steady rhythm going, in and out, and I realised that the pain was starting to subside.

“Oh, yes, Luke…” she whispered quickly, her hands clenching my skin painfully. And then, as if out of nowhere, I felt her cock release its seed directly into my ass, once, twice, before her cock became limp. As this happened, I knew my own orgasm was not far off, and, sure enough, I soon exploded all over the blankets of the bed below me. A moment later, her body collapsed on mine, and I could feel her huge tits pressing into my back.

The huge tits of the transsexual who had just taken my anal virginity.

And I loved it.

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Hi. My name is Israela and I am a female Jewish analytical (Jungian) psychologist. I am married with a Gentile pharmacist named Jane, and as soon as we got married, we joined the NuDistrict, a clothing-optional community.

There are no stated gender restrictions, but nearly all the adult inhabitants are women — cis or trans; male-identified people are “nudged” into leaving once reaching adulthood. Obviously, if an outside man needs medical care, we’ll cure him, but once he is able to walk away, he should bid us farewell.

The only exception is Leo, the child of Kristin, who is still among us even though they are already 30 and lecture on Quantum Computing at a nearby university.

There they found a Humanistic Jewish community who welcomed and “adopted” them into the Jewish people, without even requiring them to circumcise (paraphrasing David Ben-Gurion, they say, “Whoever is ‘meshugge (crazy)’ enough to self-identify as Jewish, is Jewish”), in spite of their non-binary gender identity.

In fact, assigned male at birth, Leo had their puberty blocked with GnHR, as they were unwilling to become an adult-bodied male. Their mother Kristin is much like the Venus of Lespugue, and they (Leo) have always boasted of envying her tits.

They (Kristin’s tits) are the product of nature and nurture — Kristin is a gold star lesbian, had Leo via assisted reproduction, and she’s never stopped nursing after Leo’s birth.

Leo, as they are now 30, doesn’t obviously just drink their mom’s milk; and Kristin doesn’t secrete milk just for her child — she provides high quality milk to all children who need it, in NuDistrict and at nearby hospitals.

Kristin has a herbalist’s shop (she often jokes that she couldn’t sell dairy products without arousing suspicion), and we often see her at the counter with her breasts attached to a hospital-grade pump. We have even learnt her schedule, and keep out of her shop at 10.00, 13.00, 16.00 – not because we deem breastfeeding or breast pumping indecent, but because she couldn’t hand her customer anything while pumping.

We know that Leo in the evening milks their mother, and we find nothing wrong in it, but the NuDistrict’s board of directors is getting uneasy at Leo’s continued residence — they have a good job, they could live in the university guestrooms with little to no charge, so, if they have a male gender identity, they should leave the community.

Moreover, the NuDistrict health care broker, which manages a subsidized health care plan, has noticed that Leo’s GnHR is a really costly medicine, which shouldn’t be administered to a 30-year old adult without very specific illnesses — so the broker is going to discontinue its coverage.

So I am asked to talk to Leo and to find a shared solution to these issues. I understand that their continued being on GnHR is a serious problem (this medicine may also cause osteopenia or even osteoporosis), but I am uneasy at the obvious attempt to keep NuDistrict male-identified-people free.

It is true that keeping such people away has made violent crime nearly absent here, but I think that people should be evaluated according to their own qualities, not to the groups they belong to. Being Jewish implies that.

So I decide not to summon Kristin and Leo to my office, but to informally talk to them, and one Saturday I entered Kristin’s shop, at about 10.

Israela: Hi, Kristin.

Kristin: Hi, Israela. As you can see, I’m pumping. If you come back at 10.30, I can sell you whatever you like.

I: Darling, on Shabbat I buy nothing. I’m here to talk to you and Leo.

K: Oh, you can talk us now. Press the ringer button and Leo will come here.

Leo: Hi, Israela, our incarnation of the Venus of Gagarino. What’s the matter?

I: There is a problem with your GnHR, Leo. How long are you going to take it?

L: It is a money issue, isn’t it?

I: Not just a money issue. I am worried about your bone density.

K: You needn’t to. Leo scrupulously does their weightlifting exercise thrice a week, drinks a lot of bovine and … human milk, and the last bone densitometry values were comparable to normal males their age. This is not an issue.

L: Another problem is Leo’s gender identity — and what the board of directors may think of it.

K: The board of directors should mind to their own business; but admittedly Leo’s gender identity is fuzzy.

L: Mom, it is not fuzzy. I think I am a “futanari”.

I: What do you mean, Leo?

L: This Japanese word means “androgynous”. çapa escort In porn parlance it is a human with male penis and female breasts.

I: A kind of non-binary identity, then. Psychologically, would you find yourself more male or more female?

L: I cannot answer. My life is mostly a female one.

K: Israela, I am afraid that Leo is dreaming of the impossible. The porn they watch are hentai mangas or animes whose characters have girly faces, hair and hips, but horse penises and cow udders — so big that some of these characters can titfuck themselves without even bending forwards!

L: You once did that, mom.

I was puzzled, Kristin laughed, and explained.

K: Once Leo bought me a vibrating strapon, and they asked me to assfuck them. I had to explain Leo that they are my child, so I can nurse them, and even get and give orgasms while at it (many women are aroused and even orgasm while breastfeed their children, so I am not doing anything uncanny or wrong), but anything else would be tantamount to incest.

L: But she donned the strapon, sat on a chair, bent somewhat forwards, pressed her tits against the vibrating rod, and apparently enjoyed it.

K: And I bought you an artificial vagina — you often use it while watching me pumping, and then I don a butterfly vibrator in order to get more intense orgasms. We’ve drawn a boundary — we can masturbate in front of each other, but not each other.

L: But I can suck your tits when we are alone.

K: You need my milk. And suction alone causes both of us to orgasm. So we don’t use vibrators then.

I: Do you really orgasm, Leo?

L: Yes. I even have multiple orgasms. They are dry orgasms, since my testicles are immature.

I: And I see that you are having an erection — talking of such subjects apparently stimulate you.

K: Yes. Now I stop pumping, close the shop and we go upstairs to continue the conversation.

Once upstairs, Kristin put the milk tanks into the fridge, led us into the sitting room, and started the conversation.

K: Leo, please, explain Israela your wildest dreams.

L: I would like to lactate and grow big boobs. Without renouncing my penis. I can have multiple orgasms with it.

I: How about receptive anal sex? Hadn’t you thought about it, you wouldn’t have bought that strapon.

L: It is not important for me. Tits are important.

K: I am a certified lactation consultant. Lactation doesn’t depend on ovaries, so even Leo could start it. But they need a six month hormone therapy to prepare their mammae. But then, to effectively start lactation, Leo needs somebody suckling their nipples. Seven times a day: every three hours during the day, and at least once at night. Who can do that?

I: I and Jane could do that. We can take turns.

L: Thanks, but, mom, aren’t you sure I could use a breast pump instead?

K: It is not as effective as a human mouth. Israela, the best solution would be that you two suckle my child together. Double suction means increased prolactin, and therefore faster and better results.

I: I’ll ask Jane.

L: We’re in February. What if we start the hormones tomorrow morning, and suckling in August?

K: By November at the latest you should lactate.

I: And Marla, the health care broker, says that she will stop providing GnHR by the end of the year. What are you going to do then?

L: I don’t want to became a hairy and hoary adult male.

I: I’ll ask Jane if there is a cheap and effective antiandrogen drug Marla is willing to pay for.

K: Wonderful. But, Leo, lactation will enlarge your breasts of about two cup sizes. Don’t look at my breasts, since they are a really exceptional case. But I am afraid that you want a much huger breast growth.

I: Breast surgery is included in our health care plan. Perhaps Leo can bill Marla for it.

K: Excellent. It’s nearly noon. Israela, what if you and Jane lunch with us, so she learns what Leo wants to do?

She accepted, so we had an Adonis (Leo) and three Venuses around the table: Kristin, who resembles the Venus of Lespugue, I, who resemble the Venus of Gagarino, and Jane, who is alike the Venus of Willendorf.

After lunch, Jane put the hormones on the table, and said,

Jane: These are your hormones, Leo. But I wonder — are you really willing to have you tits suckled five times a day? I remember that I had to bandage your left nipple last year because of a thorn that stung your topkapı escort left breast, near your areola. The nipple was unhurt, but touching it irked you.

L: I’ll be patient, Jane.

J: Leo, lactation must be a pleasure, not something to endure. These hormones are going to change your body for good. You have to love what you are going to get.

L: So, what are you doing, Jane?

J: What if I and Israela try and suck your tits now, in order to assess your reaction — and our reactions? Although I love your androgynous body, I could eerily discover that I may not be able to suckle your tits. In this case, you should find somebody else.

L: Israela, what do you think?

I: Jane is right. But I love you, so I think that I’ll love your tits too, Leo.

So Leo sat on a three-seat sofa, I at their right, Jane at their left, put our mouths on Leo’s nipples and we began sucking. But after a few minutes of squirming, Leo said,

L: Enough! Sorry, I can’t bear your lips on my tits.

I: It’s a pity — it was the first time I suckled a non-binary human.

J: Your tits are small, but your nipples are sexy. Are you sure we can’t retry?

Kristin was sitting on a chair, briefly massaged her boobs, and weighed in:

K: Leo, what if we do some foreplay? Israela, you know that my child is an Aspie …

J: What is an Aspie?

I: They have Asperger’s Syndrome, a kind of High Functioning Autism. Kristie means that Leo may have tactile hypersensitivity and that’s why we weren’t delicate enough with their nipples.

K: Right. I would do two things. Israela, Jane, could you briefly suckle my tits, so I can assess whether you need some training?

I: Don’t worry, Leo, we won’t dry your mom’s tits up.

I and Jane suckled Kristin’s tits — we loved her milk, she briefly moaned, and then she detached us both.

K: Ok, you’re very good sucklers, so it is not definitely your fault. Leo, would you like them to suckle my tits from time to time?

L: They are your tits, you can do whatever with them. I hope my milk ration won’t dwindle because of them.

K: It will most likely increase. May I sit on your knees, Leo?

L: Of course.

K: Can I bring you the artificial vagina?

L: Er … I’m somewhat ashamed of masturbating in front of Israela and Jane.

J: Don’t worry. We never get out without a vibrator in our purses. We can use them now, if it helps.

K: So I can use mine as well, right?

I: Yes, Kristin. But our objective is nursing, not orgasming.

Kristin smiled, stood up, went to a drawer, took Leo’s artificial vagina and her butterfly vibrator, and came back to us; Jane took our clit vibrators out of her purse, and we all stood up and donned them.

After donning her own vibrator, Kristin stooped on Leo, who was still sitting on the sofa, with a real hard on which made his dick bigger than usual.

Since Kristin’s boobs were really big, she couldn’t help resting her boobs on Leo’s thighs while putting the artificial vagina in place.

Then she turned her sex toy on, and me, Jane, Leo did the same.

Kristin closed Leo’s legs, sat on their knees, and with her tits she began caressing their hips, tummy (keeping clear of Leo’s artificial vagina), chest, nipples.

Then she raised her tits on to Leo’s shoulders, stroked their neck, ears and cheeks, until she put them on to their mouth.

Leo opened their lips and took both nipples into their mouth, and began sucking.

Kristin was so aroused that she couldn’t help tightly hugging Leo, and pressing his artificial vagina between her tummy and theirs, and her butterfly vibrator against Leo’s tiny scrotum.

After a few minutes of sucking, she took her boobs out of Leo’s mouth, and rubbed their dry nipples with her wet ones.

Leo apparently appreciated the gesture, and touched and stroked Kristin’s tits; she pulled back her ass, so she could put her own mouth on Leo’s nipples and suckle them.

J: Ok, Kristin, you’ve taught us what to do. Once you’re done, we’ll imitate you.

I: Kristin, you’re now being unable to control your tits. Leo’s artificial vagina is now fucking them!

J: Let them enjoy it. Are you afraid of that toy?

I: No.

Leo apparently enjoyed being suckled that way, so, when Kristin was done, we spread Leo’s legs open, but Kristin warned us,

K: Don’t put your twats on Leo’s knees. Your powerful vibrators may smash them. Please, sit esenler escort on their thighs instead.

We did that, began caressing Leo’s body with our tits (I with my left boob, Jane with her right boob), from hips to cheeks.

Then Leo took both our nipples into their mouth, and we loved the way they suckled — no wonder that Kristin kept nursing them for 30 years!

Kristin was so aroused that she moved her chair towards the sofa, and leaned her gigantic tits against our hips.

It was unexpected, so she startled us, but we sweetly touched her tits, reached her ribcage, and sweetly drew her body towards ours — so she could rub her nipples against ours (her left nipple rubbed my right one, her right nipple Jane’s).

She did not do just that — she stooped and took the nipples she rubbed into our mouth, and sucked them.

We loved the sensation, but it was an awkward position for all of us — so Jane said:

J: Israela, let me and you stand up, so Kristin and Leo can keep sucking our tits in a more comfortable position.

We did that, and Kristin and Leo hugged our hips while doing that. The suckling and the toys made us come repeatedly, and then I reminded everybody:

I: Ok, we have been the middlewomen who allowed Kristin and Leo step up their incestuous relationship, and we’ve been blissfully rewarded for that. But we are here to help Leo lactate.

So Leo sprawled on the sofa, I and Jane sat at their side, briefly rubbed their nipples with our tits, and began suckling Leo, who enjoyed it this time.

Kristin surprised us again: she rested her boobs on Leo’s thighs, switched off their artificial vagina, removed it, put her mouth in place, and blowjobbed Leo.

We milked Leo’s tits for half an hour, and Kristin did the same with their cock.

Not just that: Jane, the most adventurous of us two, stopped her vibrator, removed it from her twat, took Kristin’s right hand from Leo’s left hip, and put it on to her own pussy mound.

Kristin briefly fondled it, massaged and squeezed Jane’s clit, and then put her fore- and middle- finger into her twat.

At first, she probed for her G-spot, and once she found it, she mercilessly stroked it; then she began throbbing against Jane’s cervix, and folded her own ring- and little- finger so that, when the bigger fingers moved in and out her vagina, the lesser fingers stroke Jane’s anus.

She wanted to also penetrate it (that’s whom Leo got the idea of receptive anal sex from!), but Jane was unwilling at first to take these fingers into her own butt, so Kristin refrained.

I did the same with Kristin’s left hand, but I encouraged her to penetrate my rectum too. Jane therefore let Kristin put her fingers into her own ass too.

After three quarters of an hour, we had enough, and rested for a while.

It was now time for Kristin to be pumped, but she said.

K: I’ve already given the hospital more milk than requested. Would you like, Israela and Jane, to drink my milk?

L: What about me?

Kristin whispered some arousing words into Leo’s ear, and he told us:

L: Enjoy your milk! I’m getting more than that.

Kristin sprawled on the sofa, I and Jane suckled her, while Leo removed her butterfly vibrator and ate her twat.

Or better, they blowjobbed her clit, much in the same way she had blowjobbed their penis before. And while their mouth was at it, their fingers entered both her vagina and her rectum — much like Kristin had done to us before, but they could put four fingers into each orifice.

When we were done, Kristin hugged her child, French-kissed them for the first time, and I and Jane hugged them both.

It was now time to reopen the shop, and I and Jane went to Marla, and told her that Leo would soon swap the expensive GnHR with the comparatively cheaper spironolactone.

Marla replied:

Marla: Oh, so they’ve decided transitioning. Which name will she get?

I: They are still non-binary, so don’t rush to misgendering them.

J: Marla has a point: if Leo starts lactating, it will be easier to think to them as a woman.

I: It would be just a social transition. But I don’t know which name will they choose.

J: Hebrew has a lot of gender-neutral first names; but if they want a female name, why not Leah?

I: Good idea. We’ll put it forward tomorrow.

I said “tomorrow” because we had way too much sex for a single day. I and Jane were willing to date Kristin and Leo again, but we weren’t going to start suckling Leo’s nipples seven times a day until the end of the hormone therapy, as per the protocol.

J: Perhaps we should start earlier. Psalm 119:164 says: “Seven times a day do I praise Thee, because of Thy righteous ordinances.”

I: Amen. But once a day for now will be enough, Jane.

*** To be continued ***

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Ten years later; Msgt Diego Quinto’s life was a barrage of bullets, deployments, violent arguments with his wife, and chemo- a seemingly endless round of chemo for his, now thirteen-year-old, son Cam. His only light was his little daughter, five-year-old Jenessa. (His wife called her Jenny, but to him, she was Jen.) Little Jen lived as an organ and tissue donor to her sick brother. And when that failed she was physically and emotionally abused by Diego’s evil wife while he was working half a world away. If he could do it all again, he would have gone AWOL and stolen his children. They could have lived in Canada, or Mexico- either way he would have kept them safe. But none of that mattered since he was about to die.

During a supply convoy operation in Uganda, his men came under fire. Then things started exploding; RPGs, landmines, etc. The attackers seemed to want more than to rob them of their cargo, they wanted to send a message. ‘Message received’, the very idea made Diego laugh, as he lay on a gurney in the helicopter, to be taken to the nearest base. He closed his eyes, giving in to the pain of the 3rd-degree burns on his back and legs. As a teenager, back home in Texas, he had worked at an upscale grocery store where he was constantly bitched out by customers. They didn’t want ‘his kind’ in their presence. It was a feeling not unlike what Diego felt when he held an eighteen-year-old dying soldier in his arms. ‘You don’t want us here, we get it. But trust me we don’t want to be here either.’

Diego closed his eyes, allowing his mind to slip away to the rhythm of the ambient sound of warfare. But when he awoke he was back in Hawaii. “Hello?” he said in a weak breath. Logically he would have been taken to Germany, like any other soldier wounded in a deployment. But from the light of the window, he could clearly see Hawaii. And then he heard her voice.

“You were in a coma for three weeks, Vato.” Jolene’s voice was rough, sightly deep like that of a smoker.

Diego tried to move his arm but the pain that shot through his shoulder caused his heart rate to spike.

“You need to relax, D, your heart is very weak.”

“My heart?”

“You needed over a dozen surgeries, but the doctors in Germany still couldn’t repair the nerve damage. During your last surgery, you went into cardiac arrest. So you were put in a medicated coma and transferred here, to my hospital.”

The way she said ‘My Hospital’ filled Diego with pride. “What do you do here?”

“Mostly Admin stuff, the kind of busy work that you get when you have the drive but not the advanced degree.” Jolene took a seat by his side, holding his hand. “I tried contacting your family, unfortunately, all I’ve gotten is your wife who promises to ‘pass along the message.’ But you have my word: I will get in contact with your children.”

Diego nodded, unable to suppress his level of emotion. “I don’t deserve a friend like you.”

“You deserve more.” Her hand slipped from his as she stood up.

“Jolene?” Diego tried to grip her hand, but his fingers only trembled. “Please stay.”

“I have to go.”

As she moved her hand, he touched her finger. She wore a beyoğlu escort ring. “Are you married?”

She chuckled nervously. “I have someone. She’s really sweet, you’ll get to meet her soon.”

“Her?”

“Dr. Jennifer Grace, she’s a resident in the physical therapy department.”

“You fell in love with a Jen?”

Jolene smiled. “I guess I did.”

Diego smiled back, his heart full of joy, this was truly where he wanted to be.

The next day, Diego had the chance to meet Dr. Jen Grace, who supervised his physical therapy. She was a tall brunette woman with an athletic build. If he had to guess she looked Norwegian, maybe Scottish. “Before you even ask, Jolene told me all about your kink.”

Diego blushed. “You’re trans?”

“What? Am I too pretty to be trans?”

Diego thought for a moment. She was tall, with strong facial features and dark, dramatic eyes.

“I’m not trans,” she said with a laugh. “But if you thought I was, I would take it as a compliment.”

“Jo told you all about me?”

“She told me how you like to fuck anything with a pulse. Maybe we can use that to our advantage.”

Diego had no idea what she meant by that, but he was intrigued.

Dr. Grace pushed Diego in a wheelchair to the physical therapy center. He wished he could have done therapy from the privacy and comfort of his room. His body was in pain as he attempted to stand, balancing himself on the parallel bars. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

“I’m going to be right behind you,” Dr. Grace said confidently.

He was able to stand up straight, with more strength then he expected. But that didn’t last long.

Diego wanted so badly to pull himself back up. There were at least four other patients and countless doctors and nurses, he needed to maintain his pride.

“Relax, Diego,” Dr. Grace said in a kind, gentle voice. “Lay back on the mat, I’m going to massage your legs.” She turned to a fellow doctor working with another patient. “James, could you be a dear and lock the door.”

Jolene appeared in the doorway, looking sexy, yet professional, in a white suit-dress. “I got it.”

The moment Diego heard the door lock he felt Dr. Grace’s hands, and then her mouth. She was lifting Diego’s gown, exposing his legs, his hips, his erect cock.

“You have good circulation,” she moaned, taking a breath. She had been deep-throating his cock, dragging her manicured fingers along his throbbing balls, all while the rest of the crowd watched. “Here’s what’s going to happen, I’m going to turn you on your side, and anyone who wants to fuck your ass can feel free. But since there are about,” she did a quick silent count, “ten people here, including Jo. Some might want to do other things to you. She leaned her head back, licking her lips. “I can’t wait to see you cum like the little fuck-boy you are.”

Diego was introduced to John, an amputee, who had been practicing with a prosthetic leg. The blonde soldier was clearly young, possibly straight out of high school, but with the body of an athlete.

Cock exposed, John straddled Diego’s face. “I’m SSgt Cloud, cihangir escort Marine, special forces.” He bit his lower lip with a coy smile. “We have some really good cock suckers where I come from, but I heard you Air force boys have a lot more practice.”

Diego felt invigorated. His body was still in pain, but he could already taste the precum oozing from the man’s thick, circumcised cock. He could have laid back and allowed the man to fuck his face, but instead, he found himself gripping the man’s thighs, then his ass. He had missed the taste of cock; the pure masculine flavor of, sweat, mixed with the salty sweetness.

Suddenly Diego gasped for air.

Dr. Grace gripped his cock hard, first with her fingers then with something much thicker, like rubber band or a cock ring. “Naughty boy, you’re already making a mess with your juicy precum, but I’m going to make you wait.” She gave his inner thigh a hard slap, to show how much fun she was having. “After everyone has their fun, I will give you an orgasm that you will feel through every muscle in your body.”

Dr. Grace didn’t disappoint. At first she sucked him off, bringing him right to the edge, but then much to Diego’s surprise, she slipped off her panties. She had been wearing a skirt so it was all too easy for her to lower herself on to his cock. She gasped and moaned, “You’re everything Jo said you would be.”

Jolene came closer and kissed Dr. Grace on the lips. They made out, slowing undressing each other as Dr. Grace rode Diego’s throbbing cock.

With her suit jacket open and breasts exposed, Diego caught sight of her curvy stomach. “You are so beautiful.”

“It’s Jo’s,” Dr. Grace said with a smirk. “One of the advantages of dating a trans who never went for the lower surgery.

“Really, Jo?” Diego laid back, his body sticky with sweat and cum. “Can I have a taste, for old times?”

After the session of intense pleasure, she helped Diego back to his room to bathe. He laid in bed, comfortable, strong, and able to sleep the most beautiful sleep. Until he was awoken at around midnight by a familiar voice.

“You have a phone call,” Jolene said excitedly.

“Jo? Did you sleep here all night?”

“I was expecting a call: a favor from a friend.” She handed Diego her cellphone, but not before hitting the speaker function. “Jenny, are you there?”

It was not Dr. Grace, but Jenessa Quinto, his daughter all the way in North Dakota. “Papa?”

“Jen?”

“Papa! Nurse Cathy told Mama to go out and she would watch me!”

There were tears in Diego’s eyes. He looked to Jo. “I can’t believe you did this for me.”

Jolene shrugged with a sweet, adorable, smile. “Your Jen missed you.”

“I did miss you, Papa!” the little girl’s voice cried.

“I miss you too, Jen.”

“When are you coming to see us?”

Diego grasped at his chest, the pain was so intense he could hardly breathe.

“Papa? I miss you.”

He could practically see her pouty lower lip. “I love you so much, and I would be there if I could.”

“Mama is mean, she hurts me and Cam. When I told her I ortaköy escort wanted to see you, she hit my face and said you’re never coming back, because you don’t love us.” Little Jen was sobbing. “I know that’s not true!”

“I will come back, I promise, I won’t leave you.”

He truly meant those words, but as the weeks wore on Diego was only getting sicker. He would need surgery. He was not told beforehand the extent of the procedure- or maybe he was and, in his drug-induced state, he honestly couldn’t remember. All he knew was sleep; light, darkness, and the eternal beeping of hospital machinery.

After a while, he couldn’t remember the last time Jolene visited. He was even having trouble picturing her face. But he just assumed she was too busy to bother with a broken soldier.

The day of the operation came- one last moment of pure darkness. Diego awoke in the ICU, his arms legs and chest bandaged.

A young female nurse came in, to check his IV bag. “Oh, you’re awake. I’ll notify Dr. Grace.”

Dr. Grace- the name filled him with relief: she would have answers. But the woman who entered looked visibly pregnant, causing Diego to question how much time had passed. “Hi, Diego,” she said with tears in her eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Where’s Jo?”

The question caused her to burst into uncontrollable sobs. “You developed a fever, an infection in your heart, you needed a transplant.”

‘My heart?’ Diego had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. But no, there was no way Dr. Grace meant what he thought she meant. “Where is Jo?”

With trembling hands, she pulled an envelope from her pocket. “She told me that if and when you survived the surgery to give t-this t-to you.”

Diego’s arms were weak, but he wanted that envelope more than anything in the world. His arm reached up, and gripped the paper, ripping open the envelope. The letter unraveled on his hand.

‘Dear Diego, if you are reading this- congratulations. You made it, you’re going to be ok. I’m writing this with a pen in one hand and a revolver in the other- but that is my choice, my decision. This is a decision I did not come to lightly. If I lived, I would have to live with the knowledge that I could have saved you. But if I died, I would be choosing your life over my own. I would never see my child or my Jen.

I have so much to live for you have even more. This is your second chance, make it count. Be the person; the man, the father, the hero, your children need you to be.

And I will always be in your heart.’

The note ended with a splatter of blood.

Diego cupped his hand over his face. “Oh, dear God.”

“You needed a heart transplant,” Dr. Grace said, slightly calmer. “As well as tissue to repair the infected areas of your limbs.” She took a seat next to Diego’s bed. “I tried to talk her out of it, but after you had a seizure, she got herself tested- she was a match.”

“This isn’t what I wanted.” The idea of his best friend gone forever shook him to the core. He didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye.

“I know,” Dr. Grace replied with a sigh, “But this is what Jo wanted.”

A few weeks later Diego’s health was on the mend and he was going to be transferred to Texas for further Physical Therapy. He would be closer to his family, at least on the same continent. He took one last look at the clear Hawaii sky. The sun sparkled with a golden glow, the color of Jolene’s hair. “I love you, Jo, I’ll make you proud.”

end

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Nicole woke early as she normally did although she did not get right up out of bed. She enjoyed lying cuddled in Linda’s arms. Her head lightly rested on her lover’s chest and shoulder. Linda looked so peaceful with her beautiful breasts rising and falling with each breath. It never took very long before Nicole could no longer control herself and began to touch Linda’s sensitive nipples.

Nicole began lightly running her soft fingers over the sweet buds enjoying how they instantly began to grow erect as the cute little nibs became like hard little erasers. Sliding her head a bit lower she parted her lips and took one of the nipples between them. Gently applying a slight bit of suction she twirled her tongue around the nib and flicked it with the tip. Nicole just marveled over the sweet softness of her lover’s nipple as her tongue danced across it tickling the sensitive bud. She kissed the tender nib as she enjoyed the soft moans of pleasure coming from Linda.

“Mmmm good morning sweetie, I do so love the way you wake me each morning. I think it might be my favorite thing about you sharing my bed.”

Nicole stopped and looked up with a smile.

“Your favorite thing?”

“Well maybe not my favorite thing but it is in the top five.”

Nicole let out a cute little giggle.

“I love you Linda.”

“Every morning I wake up in your arms and watch you resting so peacefully. I look upon your beautiful face and I feel blessed that someone as sweet, caring, and beautiful as you, actually loves me.”

“Oh my precious angel, I am the one that’s blessed. That first day I saw you standing in the doorway when your mother rang for you my heart skipped a beat. Then when we moved to the playroom I fell head over heels in love with you but dared not believe that you could love me. I could never get you out of my mind from that point on. You were the first thing I thought of when I awoke, the last thing I thought of before I slept and the angel I dreamed of all the times in between. I dared not believe you could love me and yet I wished for it with all my heart. Now you are in my arms each morning when I wake, each night as I drift off to sleep and with me always during the times in between.”

Linda bent forward and gently kissed her lovers soft lips and held her close. The two lovers cuddled just taking the time to bask in the moment wishing it would last forever.

——- *** ——-

Crissy slowly opened her eyes and looking at Denise she smiled and gently began to carefully get out of the bed.

Crissy knew that Nicole was most likely beginning to stir and would soon be heading to the kitchen to get breakfast going. It would not do for her to be loafing about while her mentor was doing her job.

Denise began to stir.

“Honey where are you going?”

Crissy softly Kissed Denise.

“Go back to sleep mistress it is still early. I am just going to help Nicole get breakfast going. I will send Tammy up to notify you when it is ready unless of course you would prefer I serve it to you here?”

Denise thought for a minute.

“No I think I will come down to eat, besides we are going shopping today so it will be nice to get a good start to the day.”

Crissy slipped into her room and began to get dressed so she could head to the kitchen.

——- *** ——-

Nicole grudgingly removed herself from Linda’s arms. Giving her lover a kiss she slipped into her room to get dressed. Nicole decided on wearing a cute little black and red pleated mini skirt and a red form fitting turtleneck sweater, which had a diamond shaped cut out at mid chest that displayed Nicole’s beautiful cleavage. Nicole finished off her outfit by slipping on a pair of black knee high suede boots with a three inch spiked heel.

Accenting her outfit, Nicole chose a pair of gold dangling earrings, which resembled a number of small rings interlocked with each other. She also added a gold rope chain bracelet and a beautiful gold locket, which she kept Linda’s picture in.

Pulling her hair back back into a lose ponytail, Nicole wrapped a pretty black and red patterned ribbon around it, which she tied into a bow. After putting on a light amount of makeup, she checked herself in the mirror and smiled at what she saw. Her face had a wonderful glow to it.

As Nicole started to head out the door she heard Linda call her.

“Let me see what you are wearing young lady so I can make sure my outfit goes well with yours.”

Nicole came bouncing into the main bedroom and twirled around showing Linda her outfit.

“I see you are going to make it hard on me.”

Nicole gave a puzzling look to Linda.

“Would you like me to change?”

Linda started to lightly laugh.

“No sweetie you look stunning, what is going to be hard is keeping my hands from exploring your beautiful body all day long.”

Nicole began to giggle

“Well then lover I would suggest you not worry about it and just explore away any time you would like. You know I am always willing mecidiyeköy escort no matter when or where as long as it is you.”

“You are such a tease, I could eat you up.”

“Sounds good to me.” replied Nicole as she started to approach the bed.

“Sweetie if you bring that pretty little ass of yours any closer you can forget about breakfast hell it will be after dinner before I let you out of this bed.”

Both women began to laugh.

“Go on now take care of breakfast I will be down in a little while.”

Nicole gave Linda a quick kiss then turned to leave the room. Just before she opened the bedroom door Nicole flipped up the back of her skirt revealing to Linda that she was wearing Linda’s favorite red lace crotchless panties. Looking over her shoulder she winked and left the room.

Linda smiled to herself and once again thanked her lucky stars that she had ever found Nicole. She gave a little laugh as she thought about the coming adventure into town. It was going to be a very fun time and she knew Nicole was going to be tempting her every chance she got. Laughing at Nicole’s little surprise she proceeded to get out of bed and get ready for the day.

——- *** ——-

Maria had risen early and had dressed in a cute little yellow and black flared skirt which ended just above the knee along with a black scooped neck sweater that Maria did a beautiful job of filling out. Crissy had lent the outfit to her yesterday when she had lent her the black dress she had worn to dinner. She looked good and was looking forward to the shopping trip today. She stepped out of the bedroom just as Nicole was coming down the hall.

“Well good morning Maria how are you on this beautiful day?”

“I am wonderful Miss Nicole and thank you for asking. I do hope the day finds you doing well also.”

“Indeed it does hun as we are going to have a fantastic day together. First let’s make sure that our mistresses have a nice delightful breakfast to start their morning off.”

The two women hooked arms and headed off to the kitchen. As they approached the kitchen door they heard Crissy inside. She did not sound as if she was in a good mood. Entering the kitchen they observed Crissy seriously scolding Tammy.

Nicole did not want the day ruined for them, so she decided to step in to the discussion.

“What is going on here? The last thing we want is for the women of the estate to come down to breakfast and hear all this uproar.”

Tammy started to answer Nicole.

“Quiet, if I want to hear from you I will let you know now shut it. Crissy what is going on hun?”

“It is this little bitch, I am at my whit’s end with her and her training. She can’t be relied on to accomplish her duties without constant supervision. She has been caught several times sleeping instead of taking care of her duties. Heck even Mistress Helen paddled her ass for it when she caught the lazy bitch sleeping. Now I walk into the kitchen and what do I find this fool asleep at the counter the coffee pot overflowing all over and basically a big damn mess.”

“Yes this is definitely a problem, as Miss Linda caught her sleeping in our bed the day we returned. She took her to task but evidently it did not work. I tell you what; from now on I will take over her training till we get this problem fixed. Then at that time you can resume training her, I am sure you will have no more problems.”

Crissy could see a look in Nicole’s eye that she had only see once before and she prayed she never had cause to see it again.

Nicole turned to Tammy and began to speak.

“You my little bitch will answer to me and me directly do you understand?”

“Soon there will be other servants at the estate and if you are unable to perform simple household duties you will never be moved up where you can begin to enjoy a little privilege. Also if you would like that little ass paddled you don’t have to screw up to get it. Do a wonderful job and the women of the house won’t be able to resist paddling your cute little ass.”

“Yes ma’am”

“However, if I find you slacking off with you duties even a tiny bit you will wish you had never met me. You my dear have seen me when I am angry and if that is what you are shooting for just screw up one more time and I will make that time look like child’s play. I expect you to go above and beyond when it comes to your duties. This estate is heralded for its services and excellent servants. I will be damned and banished to hell before I let you tarnish that reputation even the slightest. Now get your ass in gear and clean up this mess and don’t be all day about it do you hear me?”

“Yes ma’am”

Tammy seemed to move as if her behind was on fire. She quickly cleaned up the mess she had made and then continued on to accomplish the rest of her duties around the estate.

Nicole looked at Crissy and smiled.

“There, all fixed.”

“I apologize for doing such a poor job of training Miss Nicole. I would nişantaşı escort happily accept any punishment you see fit to decide”

“Nonsense silly you have done a good job. With a bit more experience you will get better at handling the troublesome servants. But for now you are privileged to have this wonderful lady here to train and teach all the ropes. I do believe she will make a wonderful assistant for you just as you were for me.”

Maria began to blush, as she understood that she had just received some very high praise.

“I just hope that I can become as fantastic at my duties and shine as proudly as you two beautiful Ladies.”

“Well with compliments like that you are indeed well on your way. Now let’s get to cooking. We will all be eating at the table except for Tammy. We will need eight place settings, why don’t you take care of that Maria?”

“Yes Miss Nicole.”

Maria set to her duties as the other two women proceeded to prepare and start to cook the breakfast.

——- *** ——-

Megan climbed out of the bed and jumped into the shower to wash the night’s enjoyment off her. Mark had turned out to be a fantastic fuck, she was glad she had asked him to stay. Not only was he fairly well endowed but he was also very skilled with his tongue. She had ridden his beautiful cock for some time before he even allowed himself to come close to cuming. Then when he did, he pumped so much cum into her that it felt like a fire hose had let lose inside her pussy. He did not stop there after fucking the hell out of her snatch he flipped her over and pounded her tight ass till he blew two more loads. Both her ass and her pussy were a little sore this morning as it had been so very long since she had been worked over like that.

Megan laughed to herself as she thought he would be a bit sore himself. She had raked both his back and chest with her nails and had left some nasty gouges in him. That just seemed to turn him on more as he just seemed to fuck her harder the more she scratched.

Stepping out of the shower she entered the bedroom to get dressed. Mark was already dressed and was in the process of slipping his shoes on.

“Well baby I need to get going as I have to stop at my house, clean up, and change clothes before I head to the construction site. If you would be so nice as to put through that money transfer I would be grateful.”

“Grateful enough to bring that sweet cock of yours back tonight?”

“We will see but it does sound tempting right now.”

Meagan got on her computer and within five minutes the money had been transferred to Mark’s account.

“Thank you dear.”

Mark kissed Megan, and then headed out to his car. As he exited out the front door he smiled and spoke to Megan.

“I enjoyed last night it was fantastic, now you have a great day.”

Mark got in to the Jag Yvette had arrived in and within a minute he was racing down the street.

——- *** ——-

Breakfast had gone wonderfully and the mistresses as well as their lovers were anxious to get started on their day out.

Nicole was just getting into the limo when she noticed a car pulling up behind her. She started to go see who was calling but Linda took her hand and told her that Tammy could take care of things and she should not worry about it. Sure enough Tammy was at the door and began to greet the man that had got out of the car and knocked on the door. The man talked briefly with Tammy then handed her a package.

The limo headed down the driveway while Nicole watched out the window as Tammy closed the door.

——- *** ——-

Helen and Carole were in Helen’s study when Tammy knocked and announced she had a package for Mistress Carole.

Carole took the package then ordered Tammy to get back to her duties.

Opening the package Carole quickly found a digital disc. Stepping to the computer she popped the disc in and proceeded to watch the contents of the disc along with Helen.

“Fantastic, Mr. Brigman’s people have out done themselves. What do you say, do you want to call the bitch or should I?” laughed Helen.

“Oh Helen please allow me to do it for you.”

Carole picked up the phone and dialed Megan’s number.

Megan was pouring herself a cup of coffee when her phone began to ring. Who the hell would be calling me this early she thought. Maybe it was Barb and if it was she was going to jump all over the damn woman about why she had not returned her calls earlier. She picked up the phone and spoke.

“Barb where have you …”

The voice on the other end cut her short.

“This is not Barb. This is Carole Cranford and I am calling on behalf of Miss Helen Perklun. Miss Perklun requests you meet her at her estate at one o’clock sharp. I have been instructed to mention to you that the meeting has to do with a young lady named Yvette and a construction site.”

Megan’s heart jumped up into her throat as she meekly responded. Tell Miss Perklun that etiler escort I will be there.”

Megan hung up the phone and was a bit stunned. Heck Mark had just left so he could not have spilled the beans besides in the long run he was an accomplice after the fact. How the hell did Helen Perklun find out about her let alone about Yvette? She would meet with the woman but she needed to be careful, as one wrong move and she was facing life in prison. There was no way she could survive in prison, she had become far to use to the good life.

——- *** ——-

Jason Tillder placed a call to the Paddington hotel and asked for Wendy’s room.

“Miss Cranford, this is Jason Tillder.”

“How may I help you Mr. Tillder?”

“Well actually it is I that might be able to help you. When I purchased your car I noticed that you seemed to be in need of some money. I have a proposition for you where you could make a fast fifty thousand dollars for about 30 minutes of work.”

Wendy was a bit skeptical but she did need the money bad and fifty thousand would help a lot.

“Just what do I have to do for this fifty thousand Mr. Tillder?”

“I noticed you had a boy friend with you as I will need both him and yourself for my plan to work out. I have been working on a special job where I stand to make a substantial amount of money. What I need though is someone who knows and is capable of passing themselves off as an upper society couple who is interested in a real-estate deal. I couldn’t help but notice that you seemed pretty out of place at that fleabag hotel. If we can pull this off you will make some money and maybe we can talk about some other possibilities I have waiting in the wings.”

Wendy thought hard about the offer. Considering their circumstances she didn’t really feel they had much choice, as they needed the money.

“You have a deal Mr. Tillder.”

“Fantastic, I will be by to pick the two of you up tonight at 7 sharp. Till then have a nice day.”

Jason hung up the phone then went over the plans once more with his assistant. He would pick the two up then pretend to brief them on the supposed con as they drove to the warehouse. Once inside, Jason’s partner would hit each with a tranquilizer dart, which would put them out for hours. The two fools would wake up in the cell room of Helen Perklun’s playroom.

——- *** ——-

The women exited the limo in the downtown district where the top clothiers were all located and decided they would walk around.

Nicole took hold of Linda’s arm and she held tight to it. It was nice to get out and she planned on enjoying herself. This was the first time that she had come back to town since that awful day and she felt a little uneasy. She knew that she would be ok as there was no way in hell she was going to let go of her lover’s arm.

Linda could feel the hesitation within Nicole as the dear creature had clutched on to her arm and now held very tightly to her.

“Sweetie are you going to be ok with this?”

“I will be ok mistress. I am just a bit uneasy.”

“I will be right next to you at all times love and no one will touch you. Well that is except me because I am going to be feeling up that sweet bottom and delicious pussy of yours every chance I get.”

Nicole smiled at her lover.

“Why Linda I do believe you are turning into a quite the nymphomaniac.”

Linda laughed at the statement.

“It’s all your fault sweetie, besides you were the one who chose your panties this morning. Hell it was all I could do to keep from putting you on my lap at breakfast and watching you squirm as I made you orgasm.”

“Oh my, I guess it is going to be a very interesting day.”

Linda gave Nicole a soft kiss as she slipped her hand under Nicole’s skirt and gave a quick stroke to her lovers slit.

“Well Ladies shall we begin?”

They headed off down the street Laughing and talking as their shopping excursion began.

The women made their way from one store to another as they all helped Maria build a pretty wardrobe. Occasionally one of the other women saw something they just had to have and purchased the item.

The morning seemed to pass quickly when Linda noticed that it was already a little past noon.

“Well Ladies I do believe we should take a break and have a little lunch. I have made reservations at Romano’s and I am getting a little hungry. What about you sweetie?”

“Yes I could use a bite to eat mistress.” replied Nicole.

The women headed across the street then a short walk east they found themselves in front of Romano’s.

As they entered the owner quickly recognized who they were and immediately approached them. Welcoming the women he ushered them to a special table that offered a beautiful view of the fountains and courtyard which sat in the middle of the restaurant yet it remained sheltered from prying eyes.

The women began to take their seats when Linda turned to Nicole.

“Have you forgotten already sweetie, I have your seat right here.”

Linda patted her lap and then took her lovers hand and steered the girl towards her.

“I thought you had been kidding mistress.”

“Oh no I never kid when it comes to you and me dear. Would you prefer not to sit on my lap?”

“Oh no quite the contrary there is no place I would rather sit.” Nicole quickly replied.

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How in the Hell did this happen? I am not about to let this little girl blackmail me. She is only 20 and cannot possibly know how to pull something like that off. She has already had me sucking cock (first time) in front of a guys girlfriend. I have no idea who it was because I was blindfolded. Sure she said his name was Jack and his girlfriend Kim and true I don’t know any Jack or Kim but who’s to say that those are their real names.

Slut you seemed to like this first session. Are you sure it was your first time? You seemed like a natural. Have you been fantasying about sucking cock? Now that I have got you to do something that you never had planned on doing its time for me to tell you just what you have done to me.

It was just two years ago when I was just eighteen years old that I witnessed you dressing as a woman. I thought it odd but I wasn’t about to say anything for fear of myself getting in trouble for watching. I waited and waited for you to come out of your house dressed as a woman but it never happened. I watched as you played with yourself and did all kinds of perverted things like jacking off watching yourself in the mirror and fucking yourself with whatever object you could find. You have no idea what all of that put me thru. I couldn’t share what I saw with anyone and so I was all alone in my or our little perverted world.

Watching you I had turned into such a pervert myself and at just eighteen it was just too much for me to cope with. I didn’t play with any of my friends. All my playtime was with you except that you didn’t know it. So after my parents were killed and left me the house and very well off from the insurance money I had decided it was time to settle up the score with you. You took away something that I will never get to experience. You altered my life forever and now I am going to do you the same way. You have anything and everything that I do to you coming and then some. At eighteen I didn’t know what to expect from a boyfriend after watching you and it really scared me. So I pretty much didn’t date and that is all your fault.

You will go out tomorrow night dressed as a slut and bring home whoever you can with your new found girl powers. I want to walk in on you sucking someones cock that you brought home. You need to go home and work on your make up your walk and your voice to make this happens. I will be watching you with the cameras that will be installed in your house. When the time is right I will pop on over and watch you first hand molesting some guy. You can’t let him know that you are really a guy so you had better be good at what your doing and be able to pull it off. As for what I am going şişli escort to say or do will be a secret for now. So get home and get prepared.

Yes Mistress is all I could say. I had no idea that she had been watching me for a couple years that just blows me away. I don’t have much choice in the matter. I just hope there is someway that I can pull this off. I really have my doubts at being passable but then again I did fool my first one.

Would she really let my secret out if I didn’t do as she says? Do I really want to take the chance and find out? I don’t think that I can. Maybe I can do as she wants tomorrow and then she will be satisfied and this will blow over. She is after all only twenty and can’t possibly have the brains to pull off blackmailing me.

I end up staying up most of the night practicing everything that she said. I chose some shoes with just a two inch heel so that walking will be just a little easier. I have the sluttiest looking outfit that I own to pick up at the cleaners before I go out so now I am just trying to get a sultry voice going. Standing at just 5’6″ and weighing 140 ponds gives me a good size body to work with at being a female. My wig is black with red high lights going down to the middle of my back.

I am nervous as hell. Here I am all dressed up and ready to go out for the first time in public dress as a woman and pick up on some guy. My car is in the garage so all I have to do is hit the garage door opener and head out. I go down to the park and ride and get a cab from there. I have the cabby take me downtown to an alternative night club. I get out of the cab and head towards the door and I see the doorman checking I.D.’s and am ready to turn the other way to escape the embarrassment of being carded when he makes eye contact with me and waves me on in. The place is packed.

I don’t go out clubbing when I am dressed in my normal attire so I am pretty much at a loss as to my next move. My nervousness must have shown as these two hot looking young ladies offered me a seat at there table. We made small talk even though it was impossible to hear each other for the music blaring. A round of drinks was ordered by someone and I was included and found myself drinking a White Russian. I was on my third drink and starting to loosen up. Both of my new found friends were out on the dance floor when I was suddenly hit on for a dance. He was quite attractive with deep blue eyes and broad shoulders and must have been at least 6’2″. I said yes and started to stand up and suddenly felt faint and was about to go over when he grabbed me around the waist to steady me. taksim escort

He suggest that I go outside with him for some fresh air and I agree. Once we are out on the patio he introduces himself as Jack.

This certainly couldn’t be the same Jack as last night. He tells me that he has no girlfriend and ask me if I am feeling better or if not he would be more than happy to give me a ride home if I needed one. How would he know that I didn’t drive. He tells me that his eyes were only one of many that saw me getting out of the cab.

Now I am not sure if he is just complimenting me on my looks to get into my panties or if he truly saw many eyes on me. Was I looking that good? I didn’t think so but I figured I would test him a little.

Please Jack could you give me a lift home? I think that I had a little to much to drink and maybe I need to get out of the public eye. He ushers me over to a little MG sports car and we are speeding off in the direction of my house. I reach over and rub his inner thigh and that brings a smile to his face. I tell him to pull in the driveway and I hit the garage door opener and we are at my house without being seen.

I invite him in for a cocktail and he hops out of the car and opens my door and takes my hand to help me out. Such a rush being treated like a lady. Women really didn’t know just how good they had it.

This being the first time being swept off my feet I hope I can satisfy him before he reaches home plate. I make us a couple of drinks and am enjoying my new found girl powers as Mistress was saying. I lower the lights and pull out his cock and mother fucker if it isn’t as big as a baseball bat. I lean over and lick the length of his shaft and he is getting even bigger with his cock head the size of a small apple and just as red. I drop down on my knees in front of him and take him in my mouth and he spreads his legs wider to give me full access to his balls and asshole. I lick him up and down and tease his asshole a little with my finger.

I take his cock into my mouth and it is at my throat with just the head in. He enters my throat and he is freaking out telling me no one has ever been able to do that because of his size and then he is half way down my throat when I must push him back so that I may get another breath and then I take him all the way until his nut sack is hitting my chin and he blows his load. I feel it going down into my throat and try to swallow all of it but it is impossible and it comes leaking out of the corners of my mouth and onto my dress. As I am getting up to straighten out my dress we are both caught off beşiktaş escort guard as we hear a woman’s voice saying well done as she claps her hands.

Jack jumps up and is getting ready to head for his car when Mistress calls out for him not to leave. As he turns around she brings the lighting up and we see that it is my Mistress decked out in black leather from head to toe and she is holding a riding crop in her hand.

Sorry for the scare young man but I believe I have caught you with one of my slaves. I am sure that you have found out that she has a very ample throat that is capable of taking the largest of cocks and it seems that you do possess a very large cock. She also has another bit of information in store for you. You see you have just been blown by none other than a man dressed as a woman. It is all on film.

What the fuck is this about? I should just beat the fuck out of the both of you.

I don’t think you will do any such thing because i do have you on film being sucked off by a man and that wouldn’t do your love life any good now would it. I know you told my slut that you had no girl friend but what about your wife.

So just what is it that you expect out of me?

What I need you to do is deflower my little slut here.

There is no way that I am butt fucking some guy I am out of here.

OK Mr. Jack Simmons who lives on 33rd st. I looked at your registration. You can go ahead and leave but I will post these pictures of you in your neighborhood and at your local super market and I will make sure that your wife gets a copy.

So whats to stop me from beating the fuck out of the both of you?

Do you want to go to jail for hitting a girl and her lover? I don’t think so. People like that are not treated very well in jail.

Well I hope that your little slut is ready for the fucking of her life. I just might get some of that throat but form this end.

He then rips off my clothes and ties me to a chair with my ass exposed to all. Mistress hands him some lube and he slaps some in the crack of my ass and also on his cock. He starts by working a couple of fingers and then his whole hand into my ass. I am shaking in pain as he works his hand around my insides.

Here comes the main course you little slut. My cock you know is powerfully big and your going to take it all. He is fucking me hard and he is not cumming so fast this time. It seems like forever that he is pounding into me but it’s probably only a half an hour. He finally speeds up his thrust and gives a big grunt as I feel his hot load in my ass.

Now are you satisfied Ms whoever you are?

Not so quick there Mr. Jack. You don’t seem to be very aware of what is going on here. I now have you on film fucking a guy dressed as a woman in the ass. I think that gives me more of an upper hand over you. Don’t you think so Jack. I hope your not busy tomorrow night because the two of you have a date like it or not.

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