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Ben Konyalı. Yaş 25. Sevdayı ilk sikişim. Sevdayla aşağı yukarı bir senedir çıkıyordum fakat bakire olduğu için amını siktirtmiyordu. Beni boşaltmak için sikimi ağzına alıyor yada zevke geldikten sonra sulanan amına sürttürüyordu. Bu işin böyle devam edemiyeceğini bildiğim için her seferinde götünü sikmeye çalışıyor fakat darlığından olsa gerek bir türlü başaramıyordum. Yine bir gün onu eve davet ettim ne yapıp edip bu sefer işi bitirmeye kararlıydım. Salonda biraz muhabbet ettikten sonra yavaşça öpüşmeye başladık. İyice zevke geldikten sonra üzerindekileri teker teker çıkarmaya başladım. Biraz sonra ikimizde çırıl çıplak kalmıştık. ilk önce heyecandan dikleşmiş göğüslerini emdim sonra yavaş yavaş aşağılara doğru indim küçük ve kılları kısa kesilmiş amını yaladıkça zevk çığlıkları atıyordu. Yaklaşık on dakika yaladıktan sonra götünüde yalatmak istediğini belli eder gibi kendini yukarı doğru çekti. Dilim artık o güzelim deliğin üzerindeydi. iyice bir yaladıktan sonra parmağımla yoklamaya başladım az sonra parmağım içindeydi sıcacık göt kanalı adeta bir kalp gibi atıyordu. Göt deliğini parmağımla iyice genişlettikten sonra sıra sikmeye gelmişti. İçimden bir ses bu sefer başaracaksın oğlum diyordu. Yavaşça sikimi dayayıp bastırmaya başladım en sonunda başını sokmayı başarmıştım. Sevda da heyecandan kıpkırmızı olmuştu. Artık bu işi başaracağımı anlamıştım ama salondaki ikili koltukta yapmaktansa kendi yatağımda yapmayı tercih ederdim. Hemen Sevda?yı kucağıma alıp odama götürdüm ve işe tekrar başladım. Tekrar kafası girmişti. Sokuyorum diye uyarp dibine kadar kökledim. Acıdan kaskatı kesilmişti teskin edici bir şeyler söyledim ama içinden çıkarmaya hiç niyetim yoktu. Çünkü çıkarırsam bir daha izin vermeyeceğini anlamıştım. içinde biraz bekledikten sonra yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladım. Götü sikimi adeta bir eldiven gibi sarıyordu. Daha önce pek çok kez am sikmiştim ama böyle müthiş bir zevk almamıştım. 2 3 dakika gidip geldikten oda zevkten bağırmaya başladı. Biraz sonra hayatımın en büyük orgazmını yaşayıp içine püskürtmeye başladım. Götüne belki de bir bardak dolusu meni boşalttım. Daha sonrada artık folloş olmuş götünü en az 50 defa daha siktim ama ilk baştakinin tadını asla alamadım.

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Author’s Note: Slowly working off the cobwebs and getting back into writing solo stories again. Bear with me. As with all of my stories, all characters are eighteen years of age or older.

He chose the restaurant specifically for the special occasion she brought up. It was nice, he thought. Not a cheap joint, yet not some place that was too expensive and pretentious for a man trying to impress her parents. As always, he arrived more than a few minutes early than the agreed upon time, wanting to get the lay out and feel for the place on a night she so eagerly wanted to go smoothly. A nice bottle of wine was picked out for the table, a rich, dark red just the way she said her parents liked it.

When he saw her coming through the aisles of tables, leading the way for her parents, he instantly rose to his feet. A smirk floated across his face at the sight of her, taking in the beauty he always found in her. The dress he loved on her, the black dress that, although plain, was elegant in the way he wore it upon her body, hugging every curvature and moving with every step that she took. His eyes did not hesitate to linger upon her neckline as she approached, a fire lingering in his eyes at the sight of the gold chain upon her neck.

Even in public she wore his mark. The gold chain around her neck, plunging ever so deliciously down between the narrow valley of her cleavage, stirred that familiar hunger for her yet again. To others the gold necklace, the gold chain with the triskelion pendant which hung from it, may have been nothing more than another necklace, but to the two of them, it was something much, much more meaningful than that.

She introduced him to her parents. A handshake from her father, a warm and friendly hug from her mother. Both seemed friendly and warm, and seemingly had no idea what their precious daughter is to him. It wasn’t long at all until the four of them took their seats at the table in the middle of the busy dining room, the couples situated together on either side of the table. Small talk was made here and there over drinks, curious questions about him and what he did in his life. Just as he always was when around others, he was charming, ever the polite gentleman, answering their questions with ease and casual calmness. It was part of what attracted her to him before, all those weeks and months ago at some fetish bar in town.

The memory of the night stirred within him. He couldn’t help but to ever so casually reach down and place his hand upon her thigh, skin upon skin as it moved slowly up under her dress. The night they met seems as if it were only the day before in the back of his mind. Even then there was something undeniable between them, some spark that spoke from across the haze of the dark little club. It still brought a smile to his face when he remembered catching her eyeing him from across the room, watching those hungry, greedy eyes taking him in with wanton desire.

Her body stilled under his touch, a tenseness coursing through her muscles as his hand slowly worked it’s way slowly up her thighs. He couldn’t help but to find mild amusement. Purposefully he had waited, to give her the false hope that he wouldn’t try anything, but around her, he simply couldn’t. It was near impossible to hold himself back from her, to restrain his desires, and a part of him knew that was another thing she loved about him.

Ever so slowly his hand moved against her thighs. The thick, masculine digits were gentle as he caressed the smooth flesh, carefully moving up and closer to the warmth. All the while he tortured her, all while he slowly, painfully teased her under the table, never once did he show signs of what was going on to her parents. Instead he continued on, talking and making small talk as if nothing was happening.

He hadn’t planned for it to be a stressful night for her, a night that would test her in ways that hadn’t been done before, but as his hand slowly made contact with fabric, the lacey material that covered what was his, he couldn’t help but to feel a small ounce of surprise and disappointment. Ümraniye Sınırsız Escort Out of the corner of his eye he looked over beside her. Even with the friendly look upon his face from the conversation taking place, his eyes smoldered as they fixated upon hers. For only the briefest second she looked up to his own, and in that brief moment, there was no denying she knew what was going on in his mind.

Politely he turned back to the conversation, keeping it going for only a moment longer before reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket. Feigning interest in his phone, he looked up apologetically to her parents, offering his deepest, most sincerest apologies at having to take an important call from work as he rose to his feet with phone in hand as he proceeded to make it seem as if he were stepping out for a moment.

Yet to the outside he didn’t go. Just outside of the field of vision of her parents, he turned down the hall leading to the bathrooms before stepping into the mens’ room to find an empty stall in the deserted restrooms. He didn’t hesitate to step into the stall with his phone in hand, quick to send a text to her.

“Mens Room, stall furthest from the door. Now.” He wrote, sending it without a second thought.

He did not have to wait long for her to quietly turn up, the tell-tale signs of her heels clicking against the tiled floor instantly alerting him.

“Breaking some rules tonight, are we?” He asked as he slowly swung the door to the stall open, leaning against the dividing wall as he gazed upon her.

Instead of the nervousness he had been expecting, instead of the apologies he had been anticipating, the flirtatious smile upon her face catches him off guard for a moment. He couldn’t help but to watch as she approached him, a certain sense of confidence she carried herself with. “I thought, you know, maybe for tonight we could bend this one.” She began, placing her hands behind her back as she looked up to him with that cute, flirty look that could drive a man insane with desire.

The look she gave him, the look of innocence, as she spoke and gave her weak excuse only amused him. Right away he could see what she was doing, what little act she was putting on with her attempt to charm and flirt to get her way. “Is that so, huh?” He asked, reaching out to place his hand upon the nape of her neck. Carefully he applied pressure, pulling her closer to him into the semi-privacy of the stall.

Once she was in, he closed the door behind her, throwing into place the lock before turning his attention back to her with his arms folded across his chest. Softly he shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?” He commented before extending his hand towards her, palm open and up. “It would make things go much easier if you handed them over to me now instead of making me take them from you?”

When she said nothing, when she made no movement to fulfil his demand, he could see there was more to it than simply wanting to wear underwear out to dinner with her parents. The flirting, the cute, innocent act she tried to put on, only amused him when he thought she was doing this all on purpose, just to get a rise out of him. Softly he sighed, shaking his head again as he stepped closer to her in the confined space.

Without hesitation, with hands steady and firm, he reached down to the waistline of her dress and pulled it up, gathering the material by the fistful until it was bunched up around her waist to expose her nearly nude lower half. He stepped to the side, his hand grasping the waistband of her panties before finally ripping the material down the side. Uncaring for the material, he ripped the side to let it fall to the floor down around her ankles, before moving back to stand before her with his arms planted his sides.

“I should belt your behind until it’s black and blue for disobeying one of my cardinal rules.” He commented, his hands slowly motioning towards the leather of the belt in his slacks. “But we shouldn’t keep your parents waiting too long for us to go back, Ümraniye Suriyeli Escort should we?”

Her eyes watched as his fingers, the fingers that were capable of bringing such pleasure, yet also such pain to her body, began to unfasten the belt upon his pants. She gulped with uncertain nervousness, unsure of what he was going to do to her. “What did you have in mind for me, Sir?”

Softly he smirked as his dark slacks fell to the floor around his ankles. “You know what I have in mind for you.” He stated, his hand reaching down to stroke the slowly awakening member.

He couldn’t help but find pleasure in the sight of her eyes as they traveled down to his member. Not for a second did he doubt that she thought he wouldn’t have done anything to her then and there. The destruction of her underwear was, perhaps, something she had thought would happen, but something more than that? No, he doubted very much that she thought he would have her pleasure him there and then in the bathroom stall.

“Here?” She asked. “Now?”

“I thought I made myself clear.” He stated. “I could bend you over that disgusting little toilet and fuck you here and now, but I wouldn’t want to have my slave embarrassing herself all night by sitting across from Mommy and Daddy with my cum down your thighs and ass.”

The veiled threat had hit it’s mark. With hesitation she slowly lowered herself, sinking carefully down to the floor of the toilet stall to go to eye level with his cock. “What if my Dad walks in and hears us?” She asked quietly, her voice barely a whisper as she took his cock into her soft, warm hands.

“Well then, I guess he’ll find out what a dirty little cockslut he has for a daughter.” He commented, reaching down to brush a stray strand of hair from her upturned face. With care he brushed it behind her ear, tucking the strand in behind her flesh before slowly pressing her head forward by the back of her head. “Do it, Princess… I’m starting to get impatient, and you wouldn’t want that to happen, now would you?”

Her response was almost immediate, the dread of what more he would have her do becoming clear in her mind with the different scenarios. She did not hesitate to take him into her mouth, those soft, luscious lips locking around the hardening tip quickly. Her tongue swirled and caressed the sensitive flesh, teasing with the warm moist pad as her fingers began to touch him. The soft, warm palm of her hand wrapped around his thickening shaft, stroking him into life with each fluid pump of her fist as she aimed to please her Master.

From the moment he felt her lips make contact with his organ, he could not help but to let out a soft, sigh from his lips. Gently his eyes closed, savoring the feel of her wrapped around him so intimately. So many times he had experienced the pleasure her mouth could bring, that moist opening and attentive tongue like heaven to be in with what she could do, yet he couldn’t help but to savor each and every time, to simply enjoy the feeling of her pleasing him, to feel the worship she paid to him and his organ.

The soft slurping sounds slowly began to fill the small, confined space as she strived to take more and more of his hardened member deeper into her throat. Back and forth her head went, bobbing along his fleshy hardness in such a greedy way, gobbling more and more with each forward movement of her head down his thickness. Another groan softly escaped his lips, his hips ever so slowly beginning to thrust deeper into her face.

A chuckle from somewhere in the bathroom startled both of them for a moment. The sound of another person in the restroom striking fear into her as eyes widened in fear. Her heart raced, pounding in her chest, with her mouth full of his cock, not daring to go forward so quickly.

“Having fun over in there, you two?” A stranger’s voice called out from where the urinals were situation.

Her Master could only smirk as he held her head firmly in place and began to slowly pump his member into her throat. “What can I say? She’s a hungry Ümraniye İranlı Escort little cock slut.” Her Master remarked, pushing firmly against her face.

The stranger only chuckled as the sound of the urinal flushed. “Lucky bastard.” The man commented as he rinsed his hands.

“Oh you have no idea.” Her Master remarked, his eyes locking in upon her as the customer left them alone in privacy. Firmer than before, he began to push his fleshy hardness deeper into her willing mouth. “I didn’t say stop, now did I slave?”

She was slow to shake off the experience of getting somewhat caught. It was clear the fear was still in the back of her mind as she slowly began to move her head forward, slowly and cautiously resuming the pace from before. He was more than content to wait for her, to allow the panicked hesitation to slowly subside in her mind. Only gently did he try to push her past the hesitation and fear she felt, just as he always had done when testing her limits.

His patience was slowly beginning to pay off. With care and caution she began to push past what doubts lingered in her mind. He could feel her becoming bolder and bolder with every moment that passed between them, the gradually increasing pace as she began to take him deeper and deeper into her wet heaven of a mouth.

Soon that fear of getting caught, that hesitation to continue, was replaced by the greed, the hunger, the desire for her Master’s release. Her tongue aimed to please as it massaged and caressed the underside of his thick shaft, tracing along the thick veins she had come to know many times within her body. She wanted him, wanted to please her Master in ways only she could.

For all of her expertise, for all of the things she did to him, it was something else about her that finally drove him over the edge. Even with the feel of her soft, plush lips swelling up against his cock, the hollowness of her cheeks as she took him in deeper and deeper, and the mind numbing sensation of her hand so deftly working his slickened shaft with her saliva, it was the sight of her eyes that was more than he could withstand. Just seeing those eyes, those wide, captivating orbs looking up to him with her mouth full of his cock, filled with that potent mixture of lust and eagerness, he simply could not hold himself back any longer.

His hands tightened upon the back of her head. Fingers gripped and fisted through her long locks before finally releasing his seed deep into her throat. His body tightened against her, pulling her face in close as she coughed and gagged upon his cock. Uncontrollably his cock spasmed deep within her, convulsing as his thick seed spurted deep into her eager and willing mouth. And through it all she took it all, not daring to let a drop of her Master’s seed fall to the floor.

Finally he released his tight, iron-like grip upon her head. Softly he panted, his heart beating in his chest as if it were threatening to burst free. For a moment he relaxed, easing his back against the door to the stall as she diligently continued to suck and clean his member.

“Such a good girl…” He commented, reaching down to tenderly stroke the top of her head. “My good girl.”

Feeling her lips smile around his cock brought a smile to his own lips. Slowly she removed her lips, a sense of longing, as if a part of her not wanting to end so soon. “Thank you, Sir.” She said quietly, planting a small kiss upon the slowly deflating member before her.

She was careful as she slowly rose from her knees to her feet, pulling up her Master’s pants around his legs as she went. Nothing was said as she began to tend to his clothes, tucking in his shirt before fastening his pants and belt back together again. It wasn’t until she made sure he was ready, that the wrinkles and any stray hair from her head were brushed way from his pants that she began to fix and straighten herself up. It would have been easy to say it was because of her ever dread of the possibility of her parents finding out what they were up to, but he knew different. He knew just how loyal, how dedicated she was to her Master.

A soft kiss was planted upon her forehead, light and tender as she straightened out her dress and heels. “My good girl.” He said again, brushing the pad of his thumb against her lips before taking her by the hand. “Come now. We shouldn’t keep your parents waiting much longer…”

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Note: This story is entirely a work of fiction, and should only be viewed as a fantasy. Any similarities to actual events or people are entirely coincidental. All characters are over 18.

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Peter stood there looking at the black stilettos, with so many questions on his mind. He wondered why his brother would ever own stilettos, much less why their mother would have them. Rachel noticed her maid was taken-aback by this, she loved making Peter uncomfortable. It’s why she always wears low-cut tops around the house. Watching him try not to stare at her was intently gratifying.

“Put those on now, maid. I know you can walk in them. I have evidence,” Rachel said with a wink.

“Yes…mother.”

Peter walked into the living room and sat on the couch. Rachel pinched his butt as he walked past her but he tried to ignore it. He put both stilettos on and to his surprise they fit him perfectly, but they’ve obviously been used extensively. Rachel walked into the room to watch her maid walk in high-heels. She’s seen Peter walk in heels before in her videos of him masturbating in her lingerie, but nothing as tall as these shoes.

“Oh my, you naughty girl. Did you forget your headband? Go back upstairs. It should be in the box.”

“Yes…mother,” Peter said meekly. He shuddered being called a girl but he heard the aggressive tone in her voice and didn’t want to incur any punishment.

Peter stood up, his balance off considerably. She saw him wobble with his first few steps, savoring his humiliation until he got accustomed to wearing them. Peter was focused on his steps when he passed his mother, his stocking-clad feet carefully choosing their steps.

“Wait,” Rachel ordered.

Peter stops in his tracks about six feet from his mother. She reached up under her dress and pulled her blue lacy panties down to heels and stepped out of them. She threw them at Peter whose eyes widen witnessing the event.

“Get me new panties. Those are wet.”

“Yes, mother,” Peter nodded.

Peter turned back around and proceeded to the stairs. His hands delicately carrying the wet panties. He knew why her panties were wet but tried not to think about it as he avoided touching the wet spots.

He approached the stairs and ascended slowly while Rachel stood at the bottom, eager to view under his maid’s dress. Peter was careful to take one step at a time, he felt her staring at him as he climbed up but his hands were busy maintaining his balance to stop someone from gazing up his dress.

He slowly made his way to his mother’s room and threw the panties into the laundry hamper and picked out a new pair of panties from the drawer.

It took him some digging through the box of lingerie, but he found the headband. It was a typical French maid headband with a white, lace trim. He adjusted his headband in the mirror and took a moment to look at his reflection. He still couldn’t believe that his mother would force him to serve as a maid. Just yesterday their relationship was of a normal mother and son, but now he was wearing a short French maid dress, stockings, his brother’s old high heels, and a headband.

He made a final adjustment to his new headband and stared at himself in the mirror. His dress was short, especially with the petticoat, and ended Ümraniye Yabancı Escort at his freshly shaved thighs. His garter straps were clearly visible and matched his stockings.

“Maid!” Peter heard his mother yell.

He wobbled back downstairs and saw his mother sitting impatiently in the living room. He made his way to Rachel, who had her legs and arms crossed.

“Yes, mother.”

“Curtsy. My maid will curtsy when she is called,” she demanded.

Peter resented being called “she” again but didn’t feel he had the strength to fight back. He attempted to curtsy but Rachel was visibly disappointed by his performance but she said it was good enough for now. She also warned him that there will be consequences if he disobeyed his maid protocol or uniform requirements again.

“I want you to start preparing the table and dinner for my guests. They’ll be here in a little over an hour. And I want you to answer the door to greet them inside.”

Peter didn’t realize he would be in front of other people. He stood there with his hands fiddling with his skirt, staring at his heels thinking of what he could say. He didn’t want to humiliate himself further by being seen by other people while dressed as a sissy maid.

“Do you have something for me?”

Peter realized he was still holding the fresh pair of panties for his mother. He handed them to her, staring at the ground.

“Thank you, my maid.” She stood up and slid her panties up her dress knowing Peter was watching.

“Now,” she slapped Peter’s ass, “go to the kitchen and prepare for my dinner.”

Peter rushed past the dining room and into the kitchen. He’s gotten used to the high heels fairly quickly and didn’t want to anger his mother. Rachel watched her maid mince to the kitchen and saw his dress bounce as he rushed to the kitchen and it filled her with perverted delight.

Peter’s heels clicked with the kitchen’s tiles as he walked to the center counter. He felt his chest compress with anguish as he held back his tears. He knew that if his mother heard him cry again she would make him regret it further. As he stood over the counter, he saw the only thing on the marble counter-top was a handwritten note by his mother. It outlined his maid protocol for the evening as well as the recipe for dinner and dessert.

Peter got to work preparing the meal with the recipe laid out for him. His heels clicked on the tiles as he would move around the kitchen, all-the-while being cautious not to make a mistake cooking. Rachel would occasionally check on him, one time she saw him open a lower draw and she saw his panties as he bent over. She saw that Peter had an erection under his panties which pleased her immensely. She was pleased that her new maid would take his servitude seriously on some level, and she knew she had him in her palms.

Before the guests were due to arrive she checked in on Peter again, she enjoyed instilling discipline into him. And she found it intensely gratifying watching her son in a short, daint maid dress work as a maid.

“My guests will be here soon. If you break any of the rules I laid out for you. You will be punished,” she said sternly.

“Yes, mother,” Peter said meekly.

Rachel perked up an eyebrow, “Are you forgetting something?”

Peter Ümraniye Yeni Escort fumbled and curtsied in a panicked fashion hoping not to incur punishment. She lifted his chin.

“Hmm, if you don’t want all your friends and the rest of the world to see you jacking off like a little sissy bitch I suggest you remember your place,” she said, finishing off with a kiss on his lips.

She glided her hand down his dress and to his crotch. She then reached under it and felt his lace panties and his hard penis. She could feel that the top half of his penis was sticking out of his panties. She knew he would still be excited wearing panties around the house. Peter just stood there letting his mother grope him at her pleasure.

Peter managed to set the table and almost finished preparing dinner, so Rachel figured there was time for her to enjoy her new maid for a few minutes.

“Oh. That must be the guests arriving. Sissy, welcome them in,” Rachel said as she sat on the couch.

“Yes, ma’am,” Peter said with a curtsy.

Peter walked to the door, trying to remember his mother’s instructions for welcoming guests. He dare not disappoint her in fear of punishment, or his mother releasing the blackmail she has on him. But all that would be far from his mind.

Peter made minor adjustments to his short dress and hair before opening the door, seeing three familiar ladies standing there each with wide smiles on their faces. The lady on the left was Peter’s English teacher Ms. Smith, the one in the middle was his neighbor, Samantha Kingston, and the one on the right was his mother’s sister, Aunt Mary.

He was taken aback by them and felt humiliated standing in front of them wearing such a revealing costume with stocking and lingerie. The ladies giggled their hellos to him.

“Welcome to Madam Rachel’s home, please make your self at home,” Peter said with his head tilted in shame and with a curtsy. He was deeply uncomfortable wearing such a lewd costume while playing the role of his own mother’s maid in front of women he knew.

The ladies giggled at the sight and they all thanked the maid. Aunt Mary even kissed Peter on the cheek and said he looked like a pretty maid.

Peter then followed what he remembered from the instructions and escorted them to the dining room, taking their coats and bags, and curtsied when appropriate. They all giggled and chatted amongst themselves, saying what a good maid he is and how sexy he looked.

His neighbor, Samantha, took note of how well-trained he seemed and was impressed by how fast Rachel broke him into an obedient servant.

Peter led them to the dining room where Rachel was already seated. They all exchanged pleasantries and Rachel excused Peter back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner. Their conversation largely stayed on Peter and how surprised they are on his progress. Rachel even welcomed to ladies to grope her new maid as much they liked, which they all, of course, accepted the invitation.

The time came for dinner to be served, and Rachel rang a bell that cued for Peter to roll out a cart with all the guest’s plates ready to be served. He tried not to react to the ladies pinching and grazing his legs as he served their food and wine. Aunt Mary pinched Ümraniye Masaj Salonu him so hard that he feared he had to adjust his stockings, whereas Ms. Smith simply grazed his upper leg gently just under his panties. He wanted to pull away from their advances, but his mother’s note clearly laid out that he wasn’t allowed to refuse anyone touching him.

When dinner was served, Peter was thanked by the guests and his mother ordered him to stand in the corner with a tray of fresh wine glasses. The evening carried on with Peter occasionally trading the ladies’ glasses and each time he was subjected to a pinch or rub. Both Aunt Mary and Samantha grabbed his penis over his panties, and they both noticed he was hard. And both times Peter had a surprised look that his mother caught. She was glad that the ladies were enjoying her new maid almost as much as she was.

Peter was ordered to collect empty plates and glasses while the ladies retired to the living room while he finished washing up. The ladies continued discussing Peter, and Ms. Smith tells anecdotes about how she would catch Peter looking at her skirt in class and Samantha mentions how she would like to see Peter clean her own house. Aunt Mary confesses that she was surprised that Peter was just as hard as he was in Rachel’s videos.

“Well he is a sissy, like his brother,” Rachel admitted.

“How is little Bella anyway,” Aunt Mary asked.

“Still working at the restaurant. But his wife will be taking over soon so he can focus on domestic service.”

After more chatting and more drinks served obediently by Peter, Mary wanted a particular request fulfilled from the maid. She entered the kitchen where Peter was still cleaning up.

“Come here, Peter,” she ordered softly.

He approached her obediently with his hands folded over the dress’s apron and head tilted down. Remembering his mother’s instructions, he addressed her accordingly.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I brought some old clothes that you can have. Be a dear and fetch the bags from my car.”

His face turned red. Going outside in his maid uniform was the most humiliating thing he heard all day. His mother said to not be such a pansy and just go out. It was dark after all and she reasoned who would be out at this hour?

He collected the bags and placed them in the laundry for him to wash later. There was a breeze outside so keeping his skirt down was the challenge but luckily he thought no one saw him out. The night carried on with Peter cleaning and serving the ladies. Soon the guests decided to leave, but not without each one thanking the “very attentive” maid. Each guest insisted on hugging Peter with all of them giving him a kiss on the cheek and a pinch on the butt. Peter didn’t care, his feet were killing him and his panties were not giving him any room. He just wanted to go to bed and not think about any of this.

After he was finished cleaning up after the party, his mother gave his permission to change into the silk nightie and matching panties in the box. He knew the one, it was black and lacy, he remembered that it’s comfortable so it should be fine to sleep in.

“You did we tonight, I’m glad I’m not the one who has to clean up,” she giggled.

Peter was going to reply but his mother cut him with how he had to shower and head to bed. The nightie felt nice on his drying skin and his bed soothed his ankles and he fell asleep almost immediately. Rachel found him deeply in sleep, kissed him on the lips, shoving her tongue into his mouth. And looked forward to playing with him for as long as he could take.

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The sun has just gone down for the evening but the fun is just starting for us. I sit in my chair near the door of my Apartment — I have the God Thing in my hand — the remote control unit that controls the TV – being able to change the world of the TV with a touch of a button – louder – softer – kill them by changing the channels – bring new channels to life – like a God on Mount Olympus — viewing my world in a box — But my attention is stolen away by the view just beyond the TV — You are standing there in front of the mirror — your stocking clad legs slightly parted – then hooks – and snaps of your garters peeking from the end of your shirt.

You are fixing your hair and make up in the mirror — oblivious of my eyes on you — stroking and caressing your skin from afar. I know this is going to be a special night for us — you have been teasing me all day with how you are not going to wear any panties and your short skirt when we go out tonight — I am already dressed but my groin stretches and hardens as I watch you — thinking about how you sucked my cock earlier in the car — how I enjoyed that — the people I would never see again – catching a glimpse of the back of your head – bobbing over my lap — me smiling – and concentrating on my driving — just trying to keep the car in it’s lane in traffic.

But now the TV is droning on — you think I am watching it – but I am watching you — letting my cock grow hard with anticipation. Your bottom hem of your blouse goes up an down — just showing off the bottom curve of your ass as you comb and brush your hair – how I want to stand there behind you — and let my hardness strain there between your legs — while my hands reach around you and caress your breasts – my lips barely – but sensually kissing the exposed areas of your neck. — I sit in my chair watching you — thinking about all this as you turn around – and you see the devilish grin on my face. You wrap your skirt around you — and walk over to me, smiling, eyes locked on mine — as you stand in front of me again you part your legs – your hand quickly disappearing beneath your skirt – I hear a soft sound – the sound akin to biting into a plum or a peach – the explosion of wetness flooding your mouth – my mouth salivating at these thoughts – and you offer your fingers – freshly — dewy wet with your sweetness for me to suck on – the tip of my tongue taste the richness of your juices and I want more – but this is just a teasing taste — how I love this – and love you.

The drive to the restaurant is only a few miles away – but you let me run my hands up your nylon encased thighs — feeling the tops of your stockings – fingertips playing with the straps of your garters. Fingertips not needing to move aside your panties the got directly to your wetness — and you are sooo wet. You shift down in the seat and your back shifts more against the door — your legs spread – as my fingers are now sliding in and out – in pace with you breathing — and as your breathing is increasing — so is the stroking in your pussy.

You tell me that I have to watch the road – so I bring my fingers to my lips and lick of your honey that is still there – but your Ümraniye Ukraynalı Escort hands have replaced mine. You lift your left leg and put it on my lap — your right leg under your side of the dash — makes your legs spread wide open — your short skirt is up around your waist — I grin to myself thinking that it is more like a belt now then anything else — the front straps of your garters are framing your pussy for me — and two of your fingers are dipping in and stirring your juices as the other hand is fingering your clit in tight small quick circles — your eyes open – watching me – making sure I am paying attention to the road — and also paying attention to you — then your eyes close as the pleasure comes in another wave — ummmmm — ahhhhhh—– I love the sounds you make – and you know this — so you don’t hold back at all — the foot in my lap, rubbing along my cock as it is getting so hard in my pants.

You smile — knowing that the sounds of your pussy and your moans are exciting me — the feel of your stockinged foot on my pants — the smell of your sex – that is now very prevalent in the car – which mixes with your perfume in the most intoxicating way. — But alas – here we are at the restaurant.

I lean over to kiss you as I have just parked the car — hoping to play just a little bit in the car before going in for dinner — but your shift your butt off the seat and lower your skirt — and push me away telling me you are hungry and that play time will have to wait — you are so baaaaddddd —– I Sigh – and open my door and race around the car to open your door for you — you are looking down at your straps to your garters — and wink up at me telling me you are just making sure they are secure — your white flesh next to the black hose and just the hint of the bottom of the garter strap are so suggestive and sexy — I am trying to calm my hardon down to walk into the restaurant – but you will have none of that — teasing and toying with me. I know that at some point I will just have to take control of the situation — but for now, I will see how much of this teasing I can take.

The restaurant is a Cajun place – but done up real swanky – It’s dark in here and you like that – the booths are private – but the place is packed — we have to wait a few minutes to be seated. Again the teasing starts as you lean into me — your breasts on either side of my forearm – as you sway slightly — dragging the taught nipples over my arm – letting me feel the fullness of your tits — your holding my hand and I know what your doing as your swing it slightly — so the back of your hand makes sure that I am still hard.

There is a Dixieland jazz band there tonight — this is great – you on my arm, good food, smells, tastes and the teasing touch of you — I am in heaven — really I am!!! – I ask you – well, actually whisper in your ear that I am in heaven — and what else could I ask for? And you answer me by stretching up to whisper in my ear and sweetly say; ” you could be fucking me right now.” As you tug on my earlobe with your teeth — oh fuck — I am Hard again — you wont let up for a minute — I guess you might Ümraniye Üniversiteli Escort try to get me in the Guinness World Record book, for longest sustained erection with out a medical problem — yes it is sheer sexual attraction that is keeping me hard now — thinking of that unclad damp pussy under your skirt — thinking of the way that your hips feel in my hands as I fuck your from behind – the way just before you cum your cunt muscles grab and stroke my cock like at no other time – Yes you are teasing me – but then I look at you and run the tip of my tongue across the front of my teeth – and I know I am giving as good as I am getting.

I reach up to scratch my arm that is imbedded in your chest – and I discretely pinch and tweak your nipple – you giggle and say that I am not playing fair as you rub your hand more firmly against the front of my pants – and I flash you my smile and say ” and you are???”

OK – they seat us now in our booth – It is on the far side of the Restaurant – not too near the band – but their playing will mask our conversation quite nicely. The waiter Introduces himself to us and you notice that he is making extreme eye contact with me — oh o — You tease me when he leaves the table to get our drinks that he was checking me out — and I say “Great — we walking through the restaurant with a hardon too” — “but it’s not for him” you say with at grin and a wink – kicking your shoes off under the table and moving them up the inside of my legs so that the instep of both your feet are now cradling and stoking and outlining my cock.

The waiter returns — I try to keep my composure – as he sets down our drinks – all the time he is making eye contact with me again — and your feet rubbing on my cock — I know I must be sending out mixed signals – but my brain is all in overload with the stimulation you are giving me — he says he will give us a few more minutes to look over the menu – you are laughing at me in my uncomfortable position – I make light of it – and joke that at least we will have good service – you quip back that I better watch out what I tip him.

I start looking at my menu in earnest now — thinking to myself the sooner we eat and the sooner that we get back to the hotel – the sooner that I can take full control and start working on relieving this tension in my pants. — I hear your voice ask in a sultry way “taste this, lover” and I notice your two fingers extended across the table for me to lick and suck on – before I even put them in my mouth – I know where they have been – and my thoughts are confirmed – with the taste that crosses my tongue – and I am also surprised at how much wetness is clinging to your fingers — “you’re really wet!” –“yes — I am about to cum” – at then I notice that your other hand is underneath the table and your forearm is moving — I see in the corner of my eye too that our waiter friend is coming over again to check on us — I shake my head – signaling to him that we are not ready to order yet – so he goes on to another table — I did not want him disturbing you – My eyes now back on your face – your eyes are now closed.

I see a familiar turn Ümraniye Vip Escort of your lips — a quickening of your breath – then the quick intake –you open your eyes – and I know you have just cum for me – your feet still in my lap — giving me a foot job that I will never forget – you raise your fingers to your lips and stick out your tongue as I have seen you do before to the head of my cock and lick your fingers — just a little — then hand extended – you share it with me. I am so much in love. You are killing me — and with your fingers still in my mouth our little friend walks up again — you give my cock another squeeze with your toes as you know grin wildly at my embarrassment of sucking your fingers in front of this waiter — I sheepishly look up at him — then turn to you to see if you are ready to order — you are and you order — then he turns to me and I order the Shrimp Jumbalia – Heaven again — you are laughing at me — knowing that the teasing is getting to me — I let you know that I can feel the precum getting on my underwear — I caution you to watch out – or you will make me stain my pants — “oh goodie! – I have a goal now!” you say with devilish delight — Oh shit — I did it now — told you too much.

Here comes our waiter again with some dinner rolls — you poke fun at the softness of them and tell me that I will be that soft after you are done with me – laughing again at me – “OK tease, I will have you melting like butter” — I whisper as I put a little butter on top of a hot roll — it immediately starts to melt – but before it can run off I take the tip of my tongue and lick it off — mmmmmm — OK the desired effect is happening to you as I see you shift your position in your seat — I know your juices are flowing again. Your glass is already empty – and our ever attentive waiter is there — yes I order you another drink — you giggle in front of the waiter that I don’t have to get you drunk — and I laugh and (but I notice also the look on the waiters face — I think he is disappointed that I am going to have my fun time with you instead of him —- oh well?).

Our food arrives shortly and we start eating — you finally take your feet out of my lap as we eat — our conversation turns to what we did during the day and — you tell me how much you enjoyed taking me in your mouth as we drove through town — just because your feet are not touching me – you still want to tease me – and keep me thinking of fucking you and loving you — you tell me how creamy you are and how you want me to eat you so badly right now — I would love to dip under the table right now to do that — but It would be a bit too obvious in this restaurant right now — bye you say — ” go ahead and take a peek under the table — drop some thing now ” — your hand puts down your fork and disappears under the table, and I push the napkin off my lap and go fishing for it under the table — looking up to see you inserting your finger again in your wet pussy for me — God —- just a mere 12 inches away, I can hear the soft wet sounds as you pull your finger out — and I move my head back above the table to see you lick your finger — “is that good?”

“delicious – maybe you will have some for dessert” you tease, “maybe I will not finish dinner and we should go right now?”

“No, there will be time for that later – enjoy your food – you can’t have your dessert if you don’t finish your supper.” — “Good, now I have a goal” as I wink at you and start attacking my food again.

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All Characters 18+. Sorry for the delay. Life gets in the way sometimes. This is a sissy/interracial themed story – if these themes offend you, or you are unable to separate fantasy from reality, please read no further. Special thanks to Puzziboi for all her input. I love hearing about the mess you make in your panties, so please do leave feedback.

~~~~~

Lenni dreamt.

It’s hazy: A girl on a large bed, on all fours, wearing nothing but a pink thong and black heels. She is waiting for something. Her body is smooth and pale; her breasts small and puffy. She sways her ass suggestively to unseen admirers – a moan of desperation escaping her lips. Lenni can’t quite make out her face.

In walk two largely built naked black men. Perfectly built: their dark skin rippling over massive muscles; their flaccid cocks bouncing perfectly as they walk. They seat themselves down at the head of the bed, their backs braced against the headboard and their legs stretched out in front of the waiting girl.

They do not speak, but look at the girl intently. They begin to casually stoke their dicks in front of the girl, breathing life into their massive members. In no time, their cocks have grown to full size, pointing up like imposing twin spears ready to conquer any object in their path. The girl squirms, excited by this display of raw masculinity.

One of the men beckons the girl forward. She crawls forward seductively in between the two men, keeping her ass raised. She breathes in the musky scent of each man and plants an adoring kiss on each of the majestic, dark fuck poles in front of her.

Darkness.

The two black men are now fucking her. One of the men is behind her, thrusting his cock into her willing pussy, claiming it as his own. The other is kneeling on the bed, sawing his black dick into the girl’s waiting mouth. Her petite body is covered with sticky sweat. The room is filled with the pungent smell of sex. Incoherent words and phrases escape the girl’s mouth, adding to the symphony of sex.

The girl takes a moment’s break from sucking the cock in front of her to catch her breath. She lifts up her head and looks directly at Lenni. For the first time, Lenni can make out the girl’s face: It’s his own face! Lenni gasps in shock. The girl smiles at Lenni’s realization, licking her lips suggestively before engulfing the impatient dick in front of her once more.

~~~~~

The intensity of the dream was enough to wake Lenni up. He groaned in frustration. His penis was rock hard. The dreams were becoming more frequent and more intense.

Lenni bit his bottom lip and began to grind his naked dick into the mattress below him. He moaned into the pillows, recalling the image of those massive cocks abusing the girl. He grabbed a pillow from underneath his head and slid it down between his legs, propping his ass up and beginning his nightly ritual:

He started to hump his erect dick into the pillow: slowly at first and more urgently as he grew hornier. His delicate hands made their way to his ass cheeks, pulling them apart and exposing his asshole. There was no one in his room but he wished there was – images of black cock bursting through his mind.

“Fuck me,” he pleaded to no one in particular. He humped the pillow harder, building up his orgasm. He moaned into the sheets below him, picking up the tempo and imagining that there was a man behind him, fucking him, possessing him.

“Please just fuck me!”

With those words he erupted, spewing his watery discharge into the pillow underneath him. He had to bite down on a pillow to keep himself from moaning too loudly. Satiated, Lenni drifted off back to sleep – a fevered, cum-drenched Ümraniye Fetiş Escort sleep.

~~~~~

The next day, Lenni had his Gym Class. He hated it: he was always picked last for teams and he always brought up the rear in whatever discipline they practised. Lenni had long since accepted that his peers were physically superior to him and so had trained himself not to think about losing too much. What he really hated about Gym Class, were the post work-out showers.

There was too much raw masculinity in the changing rooms for Lenni to bear. The jocks would barge into the changing rooms shouting loudly and high fiving each other on a game well played. They would be sweaty and grimy, their clothes sticking obscenely to their muscled bodies. It intimidated Lenni – but more embarrassingly – it aroused him.

As usual, Lenni waited until all the jocks had finished showering before getting into the showers himself. He turned on the tap and let the hot water cascade over his pale slim body, cursing himself for being so weak. He looked down at his shrivelled penis and allowed himself to giggle at its size.

Lenni was showering for about five minutes before he realized that he was not alone in the showers. Two showers down, Lenni could make out Derrick’s face. He must have been speaking to the coach, Lenni thought to himself. Out of the corner of his eye, Lenni allowed himself to admire Derrick’s body. Like all the athletes at Chester, he was a perfect specimen: tall and toned, his body was the sublime product of many hours of working out. Lenni’s eyes instinctively fluttered down the length of Derrick’s body before settling their gaze on Derrick’s wet cock.

Lenni gasped. It was beautiful. About 5 inches soft, it hung regally down from Derrick’s crotch, the rising steam adding to the spectacle. His ball sac hung low too, weighed down by two big bloated balls. Bloated with cum. Hot sticky man seed.

Lenni caught his train of thought before it raced away and diverted his eyes away from the hypnotic black cock. His tiny white penis was now hard.

“Get a hold of yourself,” thought Lenni.

Lenni tried to focus on the task of showering but couldn’t help himself from sneaking guilty glances of Derrick’s hot black cock. Each time he looked at it, his own dicklet would jump in excitement.

“Just one more peek,” thought Lenni, “just one more and I’ll get out of here.”

He turned to look one last time, only to see Derrick soaping his massive cock with thick foam.

“Ungghh!!”

The noise startled Derrick who turned to look directly at Lenni. Lenni gasped and instinctively attempted to cover his raging hard on but it was too late. Derrick had caught Lenni in the act.

A sexy smile spread across Derrick’s face. He reached down and gave his chocolate dick a few luxurious strokes.

“Here you go, faggot,” said Derrick calmly.

Lenni could not help himself. He lowered his gaze to Derrick’s manhood and watched Derrick’s hand gently glide over his black cock. Lenni was desperately hard, aching for release. Being called a faggot by this Black god had only made Lenni stiffer.

“Go on cremepuff,” continued Derrick as he jerked off for Lenni’s pleasure, “be a good girl and get yourself off to my black dick.”

Lenni throbbed, but remained silent and motionless under the water, hypnotised by the black cock in front of him.

“Grab that clitty between your legs and jerk for me sissy boi! Masturbate to ma Big Black Cock” Derrick’s voice was becoming more demanding.

Lenni obeyed. His hand reached for his stiffie but he was so hard that just the touch of his delicate hand on his cockette set of his Ümraniye Gecelik Escort orgasm.

His tiny ball sac contracted immediately, spewing hot cummies out of his penis and on to the wet floor. Lenni moaned helplessly, his orgasm sending wave after wave of pleasure and humiliation through his body, the lewdness of his display heightening the sensations.

Lenni had been broken. They both knew it. Not only had Lenni been made to jerk off for another man but he had been so turned on by it that he barely needed to touch his dick. Even as his orgasm subsided, this realization made his face burn with shame. He looked up to Derrick’s face to see the look of a man who had won. Derrick had stopped stroking his cock and just stood there, his perfect body on full display, looking down at Lenni like an all-conquering king, arrogant yet composed, knowing that he had Lenni right where he wanted him.

Derrick smiled, and stepped out of the shower as Lenni’s clitty dribbled out the last of its weak cum.

~~~~~

The rest of the day was hell for Lenni. Derrick was in all of his classes and the tension was unbearable. Lenni avoided making eye contact with him but felt Derrick’s gaze on his body all through the day. Lenni felt like a piece of property being eyed out at an auction. It would have infuriated him if it didn’t turn him on so much.

The last class of the day was History. Of course Lenni’s mind was somewhere else. He was already thinking about how quickly he could get home and lose himself in his black cock porn stash, about how many times he would hump his pillow calling out for Derrick, about how right it had felt to be called a faggot. He was brought back to reality by a sharp call through the intercom:

“Lenni Taylor to the principal’s office. Lenni Taylor to the principal’s office NOW!”

~~~~~

“It has been brought to my attention that you acted in a lewd and inappropriate way towards another student in the locker rooms today.”

Mr Blackwood was an imposing man. Despite wearing a crisply tailored suit every day, it was clear that this was a man in peak physical condition. His voice was deep yet clear, his eyes dark and piercing. Everything about him demanded attention. It was no secret how successful Mr Blackwood was with the ladies: his sexual prowess was an urban legend around Chester. And even those who were not attracted to him, held him in high regard for the amazing things he had accomplished at Chester.

And right now, he was towering over Lenni.

“If these allegations are true, you could be expelled Lenni. I hope you understand how serious this is.”

“I-I-It was Derrick,” stammered Lenni, “he made me do it.” Lenni was shaking like a leaf.

“He made you masturbate? Did he force you or threaten you in some way?”

“N-No. It just…”

“I think I understand Lenni,” interrupted Mr Blackwood, his voice suddenly more gentle.

Mr Blackwood made his way to the side of the table where Lenni was seated and leant against the table, crossing his muscled arms and looking down at Lenni.

Lenni had never been this close to Mr Blackwood before and immediately felt his strong presence. He radiated such strength and masculinity that Lenni blushed just from the proximity of this man. Despite how scared he was of him, Lenni was finding Mr Blackwood irresistible. It didn’t help that Mr Blackwood’s crotch was just a few inches from Lenni’s face.

“It must be hard for a pretty young boy like you to be around all these jocks,” started Mr Blackwood, “they can be quite intimidating, can’t they?”

“Yes, Sir,” offered Lenni, his voice soft and feminine.

“One of the reasons, Ümraniye Genç Escort we created the Sissy Boi Program is to protect boys like you from the expectations of being a man. Not everyone can be an athlete or a soldier -I understand that – but everyone has a role to play.”

“I’m NOT a sissy,” protested Lenni, his full lips forming a sexy pout of indignation. “I don’t want to dress in booty shorts and I certainly don’t want a boyfriend!”

“Then why were you masturbating like a wanton slut in the showers?”

The choice of words caught Lenni off guard. His jaw dropped and he instinctively lowered his gaze, meeting Mr Blackwood’s crotch.

“My eyes are up here, sweetheart.”

Lenni blushed heavily, but didn’t withdraw his gaze, once again mesmerised by the bulge of a man.

“White bois are all the same,” continued Mr Blackwood, “You try real hard to deny it, but you all dream of being turned into faggots for black cock. You spend hours on the internet getting yourself off to big dicks and sissy porn, waiting for a real man to force you into taking it up the ass and stripping you of the last vestiges of your false manhood. That way you can claim you were forced into become a swishing faggot. But no one’s going to force you today, Lenni. You’re going to make yourself a faggot.”

With each word, Lenni grew hornier. He know it was all true. His mouth went dry. Now more than ever, he wanted some cock.

Sensing this, Mr Blackwood unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor

“Yessssssss,” hissed Lenni involuntarily, slipping deeper into his cock trance. The cock that he so desperately craved was now only a thin sheet of material away. He could see its outline through the boxers. He could feel the heat emanating from the cock against his smooth face. The delicious, musky smell of a real man filled the room.

“See anything you like darling?”

Lenni cooed. He reached forward and began stroking Mr Blackwood’s cock through his boxers. It was so big and hot! Lenni could feel the cock growing. He had to have it! If being a sissy meant he got to be around men like Mr Blackwood and their cocks, then he wanted to be the biggest, faggiest most effeminate sissy of them all! Lenni pressed his nose against the boxers, taking in the heady aroma of Man.

“I need it,” whispered Lenni.

“Need what?”

“Your dick.”

Mr Blackwood withdrew, stepping back. “You better learn how to ask better, bitch!”

Lenni was genuinely disappointed than he couldn’t nuzzle at Mr Blackwood’s cock anymore.

He needed that dick! And he was going to prove it!

He got off the chair and knelt on the ground like a real sissy, showing her submissive nature. He looked up with desperate eyes and asked in his most feminine voice, “Please can I see your Big Black Cock?”

Mr Blackwood lowered his boxers. His cock sprang out and hit Lenni on the face, smearing a generous amount of pre cum across his cheek. Lenni did what came naturally: he squealed like a girl, both in surprise and in pleasure.

Mr Blackwood’s fuck stick did not disappoint. It was a size queen’s dream: thick and long with those sexy Shane Diesel veins running down it that Lenni found so irresistible. Lenni understood: he could never compete with this as a man, but as a sissy he could love and worship it.

Without thinking, Lenni leaned forward to take it in his mouth, but again Mr Blackwood withdrew.

“Not so fast faggot.”

Lenni blushed at his own eagerness.

“All sissies who want to join us at Chester need to ask first. You then have to show your symbolic devotion to cock by kissing the head of my dick.”

Lenni giggled, now keen to put on a show of faggotry for the man before him.

“Please Sir. Please turn me into a simpering limp-wristed sissy faggot for all you gorgeous black men.”

With that, Lenni gave Mr Blackwood’s ebony dick a long, sloppy thank you kiss, sealing the deal and forever altering the course of his life.

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She was blindfolded.

Attendants guided her to an unknown room. She guessed it was large, there were many steps between the sound of the opening door and where they stopped but she didn’t know for sure. She never knew. Without saying a word to her, they positioned her, their disembodied hands maneuvering her wherever they wanted. The soft fabric of their robes brushed against her, causing goosebumps to ripple up her skin. Her breathing shallowed and nipples hardened.

They set her up in a beautifully lewd display. Her buttocks perched at the edge of an old fashioned wooden chair, they spread her legs open and tied her ankles to either side. The thick red cords scratched her soft skin as they wove it up legs and around the chair, knotting it at her knees. Another cord looped around the seat and wrapped around her waist and hips and tied at the small of her back. They guided her arms behind her and over the back of her chair, forcing her to arch her back slightly and thrust her breasts out. Looping around her arms, they bound her at her wrists and elbows, an intricate braided pattern between them.

At last they fastened a thick leather collar around her neck and attached a quietly chiming chain to a D-Ring in the back and pulled it taut connecting it to a ring under the seat of the chair and forcing her to tilt her head back and thrusting her breasts out even more.

She Ümraniye Olgun Escort was left alone, the only sound in the room her quietly hitching breath and the soft creaking of the wooden chair.

She waits for him.

Her breath getting shallower as the collar and chain stretches her neck tightly. Skin tingles and she imagines him watching her, wanting her. Waiting for his firm touch and her first release. Waiting for his desire to take her. She tries to shift her hips in her unconscious want to be filled, unable to move them for the bindings.

The door clicks opens and she hears his first steps into the room. She holds her breath waiting. Always waiting for him. Her body already aroused, heightens her need and she feels the ripple of desire pulse from her clit; her nipples aching in the chill of the room. She strains to hear him move toward her but his steps go silent as he reaches the plush carpet. She whimpers.

She feels his shadow in front her. He’s there between her legs, his fingers ghosting over the exposed flesh of her thighs. He grips the seat of the chair, leaning his weight into it making the chair creak. The rough linen of his shirt barely brushes her nipples and they tighten more, beyond an ache and painful now in their need to be touched and caressed.

She smells the mint on his breath as he leans toward her and licks her Ümraniye Sarışın Escort lips, straining against the collar. She feels the soft exhalation of his laugh as his lips hover over hers. And she feels the lightest touch, his lips barely grazing hers and she moans, the vibration in her throat hardly making a noise. She goes a little lightheaded as the leather presses against her throat cutting her air more as she strain towards him in her desperation. He steps away from her and she arches, flash of light behind her eyes before she collapses back and gasps air into her lungs.

She feels him as he circles her, tracing her skin with his fingertips without fully touching her. Desperate, shallow jerking thrusts of her hips accompany her needy moans. She feels him stand in front of her again, his fingers sliding over her skin in that teasing touch; up her thighs, over her hip, up her chest between her breasts, tracing smaller and smaller circles until he is hovering just over the tips of her pointed nipples. He begins thrumming them in time to her gasps.

“Don’t cum,” he says to her and she can barely hear him over her own moans.

“Do not cum,” he says more forcefully and she groans a yes.

He grips her nipples and pinches them suddenly, hard and relentlessly and it’s all she can do to obey and keep herself this side of her ever closer orgasm. He Ümraniye Şişman Escort releases them and she pants, gasps, whines, trying to calm herself.

He leans over her again, one hand caressing the collar and around the back of her head. His fingers thread through her hair and he grips it tightly pulling her head back. He growls, “Good girl,” and kisses her hard, devouring her mewls.

She gasps a breath as he pulls his lips away from her. Her body held on the edge of orgasm so long is aching and over sensitive. She wants to cum. She *needs* to cum.

He removes the collar and tosses it to the side with a muffled whump and jangle as it hits the carpeted floor. Her head falls forward and she takes her first full, ragged breath of the night. He traces her body again; around the marks the collar left behind, down the outside of her breasts, down her sides to her hips, to the inside of her thighs down to her knees. As he travels up to the warm heat between her legs, he pauses just over her clit.

“Please,” she begs, voice cracking. “Please, please, please,” as her voice grows hoarse in her desperation.

“Cum for me,” he says and presses against her clit, rubbing in firm circles with his thumb as he thrusts his middle and ring finger into her in one deep stroke.

She throws her head back and screams, her body exploding in finally released tension. A pins and needles thrum cascading over her. Her pussy clenches and throbs and she can’t stop her cries as he continues to thrust into her with his hand, drawing the orgasm out to its very last second.

Her head falls forward and she gasps, groans in contentment.

“Good girl,” he says. “We’re not done yet.”

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After making it back inside the estate, Deidra suggested we head back to her room, as it was closest, not to mention the fact she had a bit more interesting décor than I had in my room. In addition of course to a much wider variety of novelty’s which she had spoken to me about previously, and which I was rather anxious to see or even try out.

The fact we’d all been getting along together so well over the past few days added to that too. I had found myself becoming more and more comfortable around the two of them. And curious! So far, we had teased, even flirted a little making suggestive lewd comments, though appreciatively perhaps sizing one another up a little during the process. They also had another distinct advantage over me, in that they had both seen the size of my moderately large clit. Something they had both commented on as to wanting a much closer look at, which had aroused me considerably the more I thought about them doing just that.

We soon after reached Deidra’s rooms, as she led both Bella and I into her “Inner chambers” as they were called. Here, her bedroom was, with a bed that was even bigger than my own, nearly touching the walls on both sides, custom made obviously with just enough room to get out of it and walk around. Almost immediately she flipped a switch on the wall, the lighting suddenly changing from a subdued soft glow, to a deep rich red that momentarily took my eyes some time to adjust too. When they did however, I felt an excited, aroused thrill coursing through me at once. Just the lighting itself seemed sexual, naughty…dirty for some reason. And being as horny as I obviously was, it was the last ingredient I needed to overcome any inhibitions I might have been harboring.

“Well? Make yourselves comfortable,” she stated. “Can I fix anyone something to drink?”

“Maybe later on the drink,” I responded back. Taking advantage of the fact I had remained wearing only my robe, now slipping that off and sliding naked on top of her large oversize bed, just as Bella had already done.

“So…have you had…much experience with other women?” Bella asked. Lying close enough to me there on the bed, she’d allowed her hand to reach out, fingers just barely grazing one of my extended nipples as she asked me that.

“To be perfectly honest? No…I really haven’t. I went through a somewhat typical ‘curious-exploratory’ phase in college, but even then…I didn’t do much beyond some mutual petting, toying a little. Though one girl and I did sort of grind against one another until we came,” I said sharing with them, momentarily reliving the experience. I smiled inwardly to myself, it had been pretty nasty-hot at the time. “If my old school-mate Charlene could only see me now!” I thought to myself as Bella continued her gentle, yet very arousing tease of my hard nipple.

“You mean…you never went down on another woman, licked her pussy?” Deidra asked pleasantly surprised at hearing that. As she now slid in bed next to me effectively sandwiching me between the two of them. I laughed.

“No, believe it or not…I never have. Thought about it…plenty of times yes, and wondered what it would feel like, if it felt any different when a woman did it to me, as opposed to a man. But there again…being honest, I never have.” And then I laughed again after saying that. “You probably won’t believe this either. But that thing I did to that woman earlier this evening? When I basically clit-fucked her right there in front of everyone? That was a first for me too!” I told them.

“Well you could have fooled me!” Bella guffawed, almost shrieking hysterically. “Funniest, and horniest damn thing I’ve ever seen too! Daniel had it coming, and I for one was damn glad you took her down a few notches. I’ve been wanting to do something similar to her like that myself, but Master has kept me in check, biding his time. Though I know he’s done so looking for an opportunity to have a face to face with her idiot husband. Now it would appear, you managed to get him one,” Bella said actually looking impressed. “And I know he was grateful for that, which is also why…I think he allowed you to see what you did this evening. That really was a very influential group of people you were with tonight in case you hadn’t already guessed that!”

“I had a pretty good idea that they were. Mavis was it? Saw her earlier in the evening, sporting what had to have been several thousand dollars worth of diamonds on her at the time. And the other couple…the one’s wearing the masks? Though I heard her name, never did hear his…but even with the mask on, he looked vaguely familiar to me.”

“Guess its safe enough to tell you this now…but yeah, that was Senator Jack Evans. What’s funny about that is…he’s the one constantly tossing around religion waving it like a flag, talking about how we’ve gotten away from allowing religion in schools and such. If anybody knew…” she laughed even harder. “Anyway…back to this,” she said now reaching down brushing my pussy ever so slightly, causing a thousand goose-bumps to suddenly flair up all at once.

Bella lying off to one side of me, with Deidra now laying on the other, had both begun Ümraniye Esmer Escort to gently brush their hands and fingertips back and forth up and down my quivering flesh. Bella had also positioned one leg, now bent at the knee, which now almost obscenely, yet quite erotically, displayed herself to me as I looked over. Her pussy only a few inches away from my face now as we lay there head to toe now.

Besides the obvious differences in the size of our respective clits perhaps, hers being just slightly smaller than my own, though I had also seen many in porn films and photos of women who had what I thought were gi’normous clits, far larger than mine. But what I saw laying there looking at her was, her labia were far larger, which she now seemed to take delight in, stretching them out a bit, pulling on them with her fingers.

“Wow,” I found myself saying, not really having meant to, the words suddenly coming out however even before I’d realized it.

Bella giggled, which was strange in a way, as that wasn’t something you very often heard her do, especially when she purposely had her face on. Giggling wasn’t something one would ever consider as being part of her personality, or nature. And yet…here she was, doing just that.

“You have a larger than normal clit, and I have slightly larger than normal pussy lips. I’m thinking, we should each one take the time to enjoy touching, feeling…and perhaps even tasting the differences. What do you think?”

“I think…that sounds like a fine idea!” I said immediately rolling over, my head suddenly between her legs as I straddled her in what would eventually become a somewhat traditional ’69’, though at the moment, neither one of us ventured off into that. Myself, content to take a moment or two, just looking, fondling and playing with her a little. It had been a long time since I’d actually done anything like this, and I wasn’t about to rush it either. I wanted to take my time, let myself become even more aroused than I already was. And even as I did that, Deidra too got into the act, swinging around on the bed, with her own head next to Bella’s the two of them gazing at me with their eyes and fingers as they likewise explored me together.

That in and of itself was damn fucking hot, and I could feel the juices already beginning to pool just inside the opening of my sex. I was actually glad and delighted that neither one of them seemed to be in any big hurry either. Taking delight in their almost too gentle explorations, fingertip touches and probing, almost more ticklish than arousing. But it wasn’t even that so much, as it was hearing them actually talking about me as though I wasn’t even there as they discussed, imagined, and spoke quite obscenely about my very exposed pussy. Hearing that, was really getting me excited, so much so, that I allowed myself to explore even more than I had been, likewise sharing in their almost vulgar, obscene conversation.

“God, look at that little fucker!” Bella said dinging my hard clit with the tip of her finger, flicking it with her nail even, which stung at first…just a little, but then immediately became something far more than that. “Look, if you spread her lips apart like this, it makes it stand out even more. Look closely Deidra, it almost looks like a miniature cock, it even appears to have a nice glands surrounding it, nice little ridge that I’m thinking would enjoy being tongued.” Though I was slightly disappointed when she didn’t do that.

“Ooh, and look at that,” Deidra said, feeling her finger tip as it gently probed me for a moment, parting the folds of my inner core. Look how much sauce she’s producing, so slick, white and pasty. Bet that tastes damn fucking good too!”

I wanted to scream out, “So DO IT!” But I held myself in check, content as well, as I now pinched Bella’s lips between my fingers, now pulling on them…stretching them out fully, letting them go only to capture them and do it again to her.

“Oh yeah, I like that Maringa, keep pulling on them like that…but even harder than you are, and twist them a bit while you do, I really enjoy feeling that.”

I not only did that, but I yanked on them to, almost violently, flapping them about with my hands, yanking, twisting, and stretching them about as far as I dared. Even then, I still wasn’t doing it hard enough to suit her however.

“Harder than that honey,” she purred pleasurably. “Like you were actually trying to tear them off!”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah…seriously, you hot little cunt, come on…pull on my lips honey, let me feel a little pain here!”

“You know what she’d really enjoy feeling?” Deidra suddenly said sitting up.

“No, what?” I asked looking back, enjoying the rather decadent sight of Bella laying there staring at my cunt, just as I had been doing to hers. Excitedly, Deidra rolled out of the bed, running around the side of the bed across the room where an enormous bookcase filled the entire far wall. She opened one of the closed cabinets, which I now saw contained what had to be hundreds of different sized, colored candles. Taking one, she quickly lit it.

“Wait until you see this,” Ümraniye Eve Gelen Escort she said carrying the now lit candle back to bed with her. “And the really nice thing about this one is…it drips fast, burns fast too…but that makes it even better for doing this,” she added. Bella of course knew what she was about to do, and immediately extricated herself from beneath me, which was somewhat disappointing for me at that moment. I’d been only a few tongue tickles away from actually doing that.

“Hmm, I do love this,” Bella moaned long before Deidra had done anything to her. I of course immediately knew what she was about to do, though I’d never done it or experienced it myself. Always fearful about causing either myself…or someone else harm.

“How do you know…where, how?”

Deidra laughed. “Practice baby…lots and lots of practice!” She grinned, and then stood up on the bed, hovering over Bella’s body as she lay there cupping her own breasts, toying with her amazingly hard thick nipples.

“Start here Deidra,” Bella told her. “And then work your way down so that Maringa can see how to do it. After that, let her give it a try.”

**

I watched as Deidra held the candle, leaning it over a bit as the hot wax pooled just then rolling off the lip. It dripped. I lay there having moved around once again so as to get a much better look while she did this. The first two splattering drops of hot wax hitting the tip of Bella’s nipple almost perfectly, several others coating the lower half of her puckered areola, clinging to it, quickly hardening. Bella moaned deeply, the pleasured quick burn teasing her aroused flesh.

“Doesn’t that…hurt?” I asked inquisitively.

“Oh yes darling…but in a very, very good way,” Bella moaned again as Deidra tipped the candle once more, hot drippings of wax now coating the upper half of her rather large, dark areolas, as well as splashing and almost fully covering her nipple itself now. “Oh fuck!” She cried out as it did, obviously savoring the intensity of the sensation as the wax quickly cooled, once again hardening, capturing her nipple in a waxy cocoon.

“Here Maringa…you do the other one,” Deidra said holding out the candle to me. I quickly stood, nervously accepting the candle from her as the two of us now stood over Bella. Looking down at her, one breast almost fully saturated with a red crusty caking, looked extremely erotic, and I found myself wondering what it would feel like.

“Right about there yes,” Deidra instructed judging the near perfect height at which I should pour it, only then beginning to as I likewise attempted to aim the first few drops against the point of Bella’s uncovered nipple. She groaned, moaning deeply again as several drops hit, most of which in fact landed against her bare nipple and surrounding areola. I adjusted my aim, moving it over a bit, and succeeded in covering it completely, just as Deidra had done. “Nicely done!” She complimented, taking the candle back. “Now…comes the fun part!”

I knew where she was going, and momentarily found myself surprised, though she quickly answered my unspoken question. “Only one or two drops,” she told me. “Just enough to make it sting good, but not so much that you cover her clit like we did her nipples. Takes too long having to dig it all out for one thing,” she chuckled. “And nothing worse than a waxy-tasting cunt!”

Her aim was perfect, and just as she’d indicated, she only allowed a couple of drops to actually splatter against Bella’s clit, which she had herself revealed even more vulnerably, holding her pussy lips a part with her hands. Once again Bella groaned, even more deeply this time, squirming about on the bed, savoring the intensity of the titillating burn on her exposed tender clit.

“And now…we peel it all off,” Deidra informed me. She then placed a small towel over Bella’s tummy, reaching up and began to lift the now hardened wax off Bella’s breasts and nipples placing it on the towel. “You do the other one,” which I began doing. Exposing the somewhat reddened tender flesh beneath as we slowly stripped away the wax still clinging to her flesh. Even that seemed pleasurable to her as we did so, eventually peeling it all off. I now watched as Deidra began tonguing Bella’s left breast, joining in, doing the same to her right one.

“Oh fuck that feels good!” Bella expelled, her now even more sensitized flesh being teased and caressed by our rapidly flicking tongues as we teased her tits simultaneously. I spent what felt like a lavish amount of time sucking and licking her hard fat nipples, quite enjoying myself as that too hadn’t been something I had much experience in doing before.

“I’ll let you have the honors,” Deidra told me, now pointing with her eyes down between Bella’s legs. A bit more wax lay waiting for us there as well, as I grinned, slithering down her nude form, now staring once again at her openly displayed pussy. There, three or four spots of wax clinging to her lips, as well as a rather large one actually covering most of her almost injured looking clit. I carefully, and gingerly peeled that way, though using my Ümraniye Evi Olan Escort tongue to help in doing so. I felt a thrill course through me as Bella shivered excitedly, her hand coming up to rest itself against the back of my head. With the wax now gone, joining the pile we’d created on her tummy, Deidra removed the towel as I even more comfortably situated myself between her legs.

“Oh yeah Maringa, eat me baby…suck my cunt, lick my pussy!” she now demanded as my tongue for the first time ever, began lapping away at her sopping wet split.

**

As I lay there enjoying my first pussy ever, licking and sucking her very tender clit, Deidra, not to be left out by any means, crawled around behind me. Seconds later, she had me scoot up slightly, still bent over, still licking, and now fingering Bella’s extremely wet cunt. I had an idea, and was expecting her to momentarily begin doing the same thing to me. But even now she surprised me a bit. Still kneeling behind me as I did, I felt her lips, mouth kissing and biting the flesh of my ass. One finger, and then two splitting my clit in a “V” as she massaged it, teasing it capturing it between her nimble fingers, rolling it around which began driving me nuts. If I thought that was intensely pleasurable, I had as yet an even bigger surprise in store for me.

“Holy shit!” I exclaimed, speaking right into Bella’s cunt as the realization of what Deidra was doing hit me. Never before in my life had I ever been ‘rimmed’ either, and now…here I was. Deidra’s tongue tickling me in a way that I’d actually never really considered before. Sure…I had on some few occasions, double finger-fucked myself, and enjoyed the twice-over sensation of it whenever I had. But to actually have someone now licking, tonguing me there, wasn’t something I had anticipated or certainly expected.

“Like that huh?” Deidra mouthed continuing to finger-fuck me, still spearing my tight little opening with her tongue simultaneously. “Me too,” she added…”So keep that in mind when it’s your turn,” she informed me.

I had latched my lips around Bella’s clit, pulling on it quite severely, not even realizing that I had as Deidra’s tongue dove repeatedly in and out of my ass, her fingers doing things to my clit at this point that I didn’t think possible. I’d already felt the beginnings of an unexpected orgasm begin, which is why perhaps I clamped down on Bella’s clit the way that I had. She giggled once again, feeling me do so, though it had likewise brought a bit of additional intensity to her as my mouth surrounded her hard firm clit, working it forcefully.

“I think you’re gonna make her cum doing that,” Bella told Deidra…which is fucking fine with me, because the way she’s sucking my clit at the moment…she’s gonna make me cum too!”

**

Ted actually laughed, startling the young Novice kneeling between his legs as she dutifully continued sucking his cock, hands and feet bound together, a black drape completely covering her so that ‘Master’ had no idea which Novice she was. He turned off the monitor in Deidra’s room, pleased with what he had seen and witnessed, adding to his own level of arousal, though now it was time to get back to business.

Standing near the doorway, Belinda, one of the most trusted and senior of the Attendings stood nearby, her face stoic as she stood there watching. Melanie, the young Novice was one of her two charges. Her performance, or lack thereof, would weigh heavily on any favors Master were to show her going forward. Well aware of his impending orgasm, he of course gave no hint of it, letting it happen when it did, gauging the young woman’s response to it seconds later when he began filling her mouth with his semen.

As he had expected, the young Novice whose identity remained a secret to him, continued sucking, draining his cock as she’d been taught to do. In that at least she’d won favor, though her technique and style still needed further improvement. A simple nod of his head towards Belinda brought her over towards him, carrying the collar she held in her hand. A tap on the young girls shoulder beneath the cape caused her to sit up at once, releasing Master’s prick. The moment she did that, Belinda smoothed the cape down fully over her head, securing the collar around her neck on the outside of it before releasing the bonds securing her arms and legs together.

“A bit too tentative, too soft,” he told Belinda, though all in all she had done fairly well. “See to it she spends two hours in the phallic room,” he stated. “Teach her a bit more forceful technique.” The cloaked hidden woman stood, her identity remaining unknown so that Master neither showed her too much favor, or judged her too severely if later running into her. Belinda smiled inwardly however, no one ever went away without additional time in the phallic room, practicing, learning to improve and perfect their techniques. But it was rarer still even then that Master didn’t demand several hours of it during the course of a week. It had been in a sense a great compliment, until Master looked down at himself after the woman stood. There was a line of his spending clinging to the underside of his balls. He frowned, looking up at the Attending. “She missed some,” he said glancing down at himself, his look no longer pleased. “You will see to it she is given additional time in ‘consumption’ “, he told the Attending. “And you as well are to report to Mistress Bella before noon tomorrow!”

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# # # Prelude # # #

I had been divorced for two years when I started going to gay clubs to meet women. While the idea sounds a little strange at first; when, Brandon, an openly gay friend of mine, proposed it, he made a strange sort of sense.

I’d gotten married at 27 after college, “sowing my wild oats,” and business school. After a little more than six years of married life (and dating my future wife all through business school before that), I had lost whatever “game” I had previously had, even if I had gleaned a fair bit about seduction in the interim. I had swiftly learned that the two skills, that of being able to take stranger home from a bar and that of enchanting a woman, were very, very different and to pull off one in an environment designed for the other was all but impossible.

My straight, single friends and associates were all either confirmed bachelors or nearly a decade my junior and the places they went to meet women were loud, churning, carnal venues in which expectations and intentions were very clear: brick-and-mortar versions of Tinder. While I was successful, intelligent, and (according to my female friends) good looking, I had never been able to recapture the intuitive grasp of the “pick up” I had possessed in my early twenties.

As Brandon pointed out, my odds where the highest in a place where a man could talk to a woman for more than thirty seconds without generating the assumption that he was trying to take her home. A gay club, he argued, offered me the most time to actually converse with a woman before I had to begin the proverbial mating dance. The logic seemed sound and, as we lived in a sophisticated city, there were a variety of “gay clubs” which had a large enough number of straight patrons to make it worthwhile. I’d never had any particular hang-ups about gay clubs beyond not really caring for Cher, so I agreed to try it out, with him as my chaperone.

Even the most macho of my straight friends could not argue with the results . While the strategy didn’t produce many long term relationships, I ended up with “seeing” several women well above “my league.” This story isn’t really about those women though; it’s about someone else entirely.

I had found one club that provided the right atmosphere and identified the best night to attend: Friday. Friday was always the “Female Impersonators” show, which is a lot like a drag show which also included performers at various stages of transitioning from male to female. I have to say that while I found some of the regular performers to be quite passable, even attractive, they still fell into what psychologists call the “uncanny valley:” very, very close to female, but not so close that I could be entirely fooled.

The close ones generally fell into two categories. Some were just a little too manly, too angular, too hard edged in features and movement to fully suspend my disbelief. Others were on the other end of the spectrum, surgically engineered beauties that were hyper-feminine with impossibly round breasts, full lips, tiny waists, and bubbled backsides. Members of the latter group were usually the traveling performs, women (as they couldn’t fairly be called anything else) who made their living on tours of such clubs.

My thirty -fourth birthday fell on a Friday and Brandon insisted I celebrate being “older than Jesus” in style. He said he would drive and “keep me out of trouble;” I was in a bit of a slump and hadn’t been laid in far too long, so I agreed. He, and all of his friends, then proceeded to get me drunk; very drunk, so drunk that memories of everything which followed are only of still frames, like Polaroids taken to document the night.

Her name was Allie and she was still in the Catholic schoolgirl outfit from her routine when she set her sights on me. After spending so long as the aggressor in this sort of situation, I suppose I lacked the instincts to “defend” myself; the alcohol had me on autopilot and the pent up need for release didn’t help at all. I think that what began as “playing along” soon became a much more serious game of cat and mouse, one which I quickly began either winning or losing very badly depending on my intended outcome.

If my intention had been to charm her, apparently I did very well; I remember a rambling conversation about music, specifically a lot of bands I loved that were “before her time.” Mostly, I remember laughing; her at me, me with her, us at others, and in all other kinds of combinations. If I was trying to avoid being seduced, however, she very quickly had me outflanked and before I could offer much by way of resistance, I found myself in the parking lot, leaning back against a car receiving a “birthday blowjob.”

Brandon found me passed out in the back seat of his car sometime after last call. She must have helped me in, because the next day, when I checked my phone, her number had been added, along with several very revealing selfies.

Now I know it seems like Ümraniye Grup Escort I’ve skipped over the good stuff without even giving an idea of what she looked like, but trust me, there will be plenty of time for that. After all, this is really a story about her, and maybe one about her and me.

# # #Chapter 1 # # #

I suppose everyone reacts to this sort of thing differently: I was fairly philosophical about the whole thing, which was made easier by the fact I barely had any concrete memories of the event. I wrote the whole thing off as something totally out of character that happened when I was drunk out of my head: it would not be the first time I had blacked out and done something I could not explain, though it was the first time in a while.

I didn’t have much by way of concern about my sexuality; while I consider myself ‘mostly straight’, I have jerked off to a staggering array of pornographic genres, including more than a little ‘futa’ and ‘shemale’ porn, so there was not much to be done by way of soul searching. Last of all, I had very little fear of being found out; after all, the photographs left behind were of near perfect breasts, a strong indication that she had been the featured guest that night and would, by the time I returned to that club, be safely in San Francisco or New Orleans, never to be seen again.

As the hangover had reminded me of my own mortality, it was a good month and a half before I went out again in earnest and even longer before I even thought about going back to the club where I met Allie. When I finally did get around to it, I went alone, without telling a soul. I can’t really say why: maybe I was scared Allie would be there, maybe I was hoping she would, and maybe there was some inherent uneasiness at returning to the scene of the crime. I have to admit that my choices in pornography should have been a tip-off: I imagine the implications of the increase in the use of the search terms “schoolgirl” and “shemale” were lost on me only because I didn’t want to acknowledge them.

I went straight from the office, as though my stylish suit might provide some kind of armor. I had only been there an hour when a voice behind my cut through the noise of the crowd.

“I was wondering what happened to you.” The voice was lush, feminine, and just the slightest bit husky, like the “dangerous dame” from a noir radio show. I turned slowly, simultaneously panicked and relieved; at least the waiting was over. As my memory was a bit fuzzy from the last encounter, I took my time looking her over.

She was about head shorter than me and her blonde hair was shorter than I had remembered. now expertly styled to match her outfit: Marilyn Monroe’s famous dress from the Seven Year Itch. She certainly had the figure for it; sweeping hourglass curves which just accentuated those lovely, full, soft breasts, deliciously cradled and shaped by the sheer white fabric. Most of the large breasted performers looked as though they were strung just a bit too tightly; Allie looked like she had been born with them and she wore them well. I took a long, slow sip from my drink.

“I suppose I was wondering a little too.” I tried to flash a sly smirk, but I suppose it ended up more of a nervous smile. She gave a sweet, comforting, but certainly flirtatious smile and reached up loosening my tie and then running her fingertips down my chest.

“You look tense. Let’s go out and have a smoke before my number.” At the word “smoke” a flood of memories rushed through my brain. We had shared a joint that first night; suddenly my level of intoxication made sense. Still, I had earned a position in the firm well above those who might “randomly” be drug tested and I was no stranger to the stuff from college.

I gave a little nod; at the very least, if things got awkward, it wouldn’t be in public. She took a hold of my tie and turned, gently leading me through the crowd for just long enough for me to wonder if she would let go before she released it. We cut through the backstage area, which was a quick burst of lights and skin and chaos, though in all the hustle and bustle we were barely noticed.

When we reached the patio, she leaned suggestively against the railing and plucked a joint from her bra, or whatever it was holding her breast in place, and let it hang loosely from her lips as she purred.

“Got a light, handsome?” I always carried one, a slim, silver, expensive thing I’d purchased when I smoked regularly and still carried out of habit. I flicked a flame into being and, shielding it from the wind, moved it toward her face. She leaned in and torched the end of the joint into an orange ember with a few quick puffs. She took her drag in silence and I did the same.

After a long exhale, I passed her back the joint and began to formulate just what I wanted to say. It must have been plain on my face, because she cut me off, taking a quick drag and letting the smoke ride Ümraniye Manken Escort out on her words.

“This is the part where you stammer about how drunk you were when we met last time and how this isn’t really ‘your thing’ or whatever…” Each excuse was punctuated by a dismissive gesture with the joint, painting little swirling patterns in the smoke. ” But I don’t really care about all that, Jay. When we met you were funny and you were sweet. You’re smart and you’ve got style.” Another drag. “You know a lot about music and you’re a sarcastic bastard. I like all that.”

She held out the joint and I took it dumbly, barely aware of it as I watched her face. For the first time, I realized that this conversation, wherever it was leading, was as tough for her as it was for me. She couldn’t have been much older than twenty-three and her struggles with sexuality made any awkwardness I felt miniscule by comparison. I took another drag as she continued, her words coming a little faster and the undercurrent of confidence in her voice seemed to ebb.

“You’re brave enough to at least come out here and talk to me. I like that too. Anyway, when we met, you actually listened to me and made me feel like I wasn’t just… this… ” She gestured to herself, her clothing, her hair. ” This outfit, this getup, this act. I know this sounds sad and desperate, but I need that right now. So look. Why don’t we just pretend your cock was never in my mouth and get a cup of coffee after my number. If that goes well, you can come up to my apartment and tell me all about Belle and Sebastian or The Field Mice. And I promise,” she added drily, ” I won’t take advantage of you.”

While my mind was moving a million miles a minute, there really wasn’t any question as to what I was going to do. We all have moments, moments and times in our life when we need to reach out and connect to someone, to something.

“And what if I ask you to?” I gave a smile that I hoped was so comically flirtatious that it might take the tension out of the air and then added with a more serious tone. “Meet you here?”

She smiled. “Backstage. I’ll let them know you’re coming. ” Sudden realization flashed across her face. “I’ve got to go, it’s my number” and she moved as quickly as I’d seen someone in heels move, pausing only to give me a quick hug before vanishing inside. For my part, I finished the joint and made my way back inside, rejoining the crowd but feeling as though somehow I had peeled back the curtain on the whole show.

Allie’s routine was a burlesque style dance and tease to two classics by Marilyn: Diamonds are a Girl’s Best Friend and I Want to Be Loved by You (the one with the little “bo bo be doo!”). Marilyn had been the perfect choice for Allie: her voice had the same character and while I knew she was lip synching, it was a convincing illusion. I was struck by both the sensuality of the number but also the kind of girlish innocence she brought to the routine; Ms. Monroe would have been proud, or at least not offended. When the show was over, she smiled brightly when she saw me waiting by her changing room back stage. It had been so long since my presence made anyone smile like that; I couldn’t help but smile back.

# # # Chapter 2 # # #

Coffee and conversation seemed to do the both of us good, but I could tell that she was a bit uncomfortable in the diner; it must have been an odd, in-between world; still in her ‘costume’ but no longer on stage. We quickly retired to her apartment and, as it was already three in the morning, she indicated I was welcome to crash “on the couch, or wherever.” We stayed up until dawn listening to music, smoking, and laughing about the ridiculousness of the world. I went to sleep on the couch but eventually moved to her bedroom, which had blackout curtains to ward off the early morning sun.

Nothing happened that night, or any of the other nights I crashed at her place for a few months. At first it was just Fridays, then I ended up ‘escorting’ her to a smaller club and show on Thursdays. She never seemed bothered by my leaving early and pretty soon we were leaving together. I feel the need to point out that we weren’t cozy or cuddly when we were out; far from it. When I wasn’t trying to meet women, Allie and I would kick back, have a few drinks, and get cynical; we elevated people-watching into a competitive sport, if not an art form. When I was on the prowl, Allie was the best wingman I could possibly have asked for; she was instrumental in sending me home with three gorgeous women during that time. None of those turned into relationships, but I appreciated the gesture all the same.

After she had gone well beyond the call of duty one night, I sprang for a few bottles of expensive champagne as a ‘thank you’ gift, even though her efforts hadn’t panned out. She always said that she loved champagne; it gave her, she said, a kind of “little girl bubbly drunk” that she enjoyed. I figured Ümraniye Masöz Escort I would treat her to a night of bubbly drunk; I even made a playlist of poppy, bouncy music that I thought she would like and brought my laptop with me to her show and then back to her place.

Between the champagne and the smoking, the atmosphere at her place got very bubbly, very fast and I remember she was bouncing around to “The Party’s Crashing Us” by Of Montreal, sporting nothing but a lacey matched pink bra and panties set and a hot pink feather boa. She was doing this half-dancing, half-hopping motion in which her hips, her shoulders, and her head all managed to wiggle in opposing directions at the same time and I remember thinking it was the kind of thing that might best be done while jumping up and down on a bed. For my part I was in the closest thing most men have to pajamas: some lounge pants and a soft shirt, feeling the most at ease I’d been in a long time.

I went to fix another drink in the kitchen and told her to Google something or someone. I forget what it was, maybe it was Chromeo or Ghostland Observatory, but I will never forget what happened next. In retrospect, it isn’t clear whether she had done it on purpose or not. While typing in the search term, my “visited sites” had come up thanks to auto-fill and either she didn’t see it, or saw it and couldn’t help herself. In an instant the music was replaced with grunting; she had opened my porn. It was of course, not just any porn, it was transsexual porn. I had been watching a fair bit of that particular genre lately, mostly, I told myself, out of curiosity.

There was a moment of stillness filled only by the groans and grunts, followed by her frantic cries of “Shit! Shit! Sorry! Shit!” and equally frantic mashing of keys, which only resulted in the video being paused just as a cock vanished into parted, painted lips.

A long moment of silence followed and I could see her body shrink and tense, like she was expecting me to fly into a fit of rage. I admit I was less than thrilled but I certainly wasn’t going to scream at her. Instead I took a slow sip and stated, flatly, “that wasn’t what I told you to Google…Nice choice though.”

She burst into laughter, part out of relief, part out of embarrassment, and flung herself on me in a tight hug, giggling. Her breasts pressed tightly to me and each little giggle caused them to bounce a bit. I laughed too, for want of any better reaction and as we stood there laughing, pressed together, I felt my cock stir. There was nothing I could do; my cock was thickening, squirming, and stiffening; pressed to her flat belly like it was, she could not have missed it.

She kept laughing until it was straining against my lounge pants, which were doing a poor job of holding it back. She was still smirking playfully when she looked up at me.

“How long’s it been?” She pressed against me, swiveling her hips and causing my cock to sway back and forth against her.

“Longer than I’d like…” Her electric blue eyes met mine and she bit her bottom lip to portray that perfect blend of nervousness and seductive intent.

“I don’t know…” She tugged at the draw string of my pants. and ran her palm up and down my length. “I think it’s just the right length…”

“Oh really? Because I seem to remember you having a little trouble with it last time.” That was, of course, a lie, as I barely remembered anything about the last time, but my brain was on overdrive and I was hoping a snappy comeback might buy me some time.

Her eyes went wide and she gave a little gasp of only partially feigned indignation.

“I did NOT!” and she gave my chest a playful swat. “I think I did just FINE.” To punctuate the last word, her hand shot past the waistband of my lounge pants and gave my cock a vicious squeeze. Her eyes flashed wildly as she spoke.

“At least you didn’t seem to mind.”

A kind of smug confidence was creeping into her voice and while her grip relaxed, her hand didn’t move. As the realization of what we both wanted washed over us, we stood still and silent for the length of one, long, breath.

I will never forget watching her face, that angelic, Golden Age of Hollywood face, as each little piece of the puzzle fell into place. First came the pensive, almost frantic attentiveness in those blue green eyes as they searched for the slightest sign of rejection or revulsion in me, like a gunfighter in an old spaghetti western, ready to shrink back and apologize the instant I flinched. Then, when I didn’t flinch, a slight wave of confusion rolled across her entire face, as though she had been so sure that I would push her away or object that she hadn’t really thought of what she would do next if I didn’t. Rapt anticipation came next as my lips parted to speak.

“No…” the word seemed to crush her for just an instant before the rest followed “… I didn’t mind.”

I watched elation bubble up through her as her body rose until she pulled herself up onto her toes to plant a hot and likely long awaited kiss on my lips. I’d barely had time to react when she gave me a stern shove, depositing me back on the couch. She was moving toward me with a feline, predatory grace when she purred out a single word.

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