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Crossdressers French Style

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So….I love crossdressing. I am married but my wife and 2 kids split their time between my adopted country of France and my birth country of Australia. Basically for about 10 weeks in June /July / August I am at home by myself. My work doesn’t allow me the time to join them. That leaves plenty of time for adventures.

I initially got in to dressing through a love of lingerie. As a young married man I had my wife’s panty drawers to play with. One thing led to another and about 2 years after slipping on my first pair of tan, glossy nylons, I was meeting another crossdresser as a fully dressed crossdresser.

I love it….the choice of clothes, the rituals of dressing, the feel of the fabrics, the makeup, the caressing and the fucking.

So when I was 32 a couple of years ago, I had only had a couple of meets. Both out of towners. One was great….the other was not so good. But that didn’t stop me. Although I did become more fussy.

My hunting ground was on a particular app for dressers. 80% were gurls looking for other gurls. Guys were allowed but you could block them in preferences. I was only interested in stylish gurls….kinda like myself.

More about the app shortly.

In early July I found myself fully dressed and made up, sitting on the couch sipping wine and perusing the site for some possible matches. This browsing was always interspersed with some online shopping (mostly from Shein) and looking at some hot stuff on Spicytranny.

This particular evening I was wearing a navy blue, calf length pleated skirt. On top a white satin business shirt. My lingerie was always a bit OTT. I wore my black pocket bra with D cups. Black 20D sheer nylons were my first layer followed by a simple black Lacey brief. Over the top of this was a Rago, black, 6 strap suspender belt to which were attached some glossy, navy blue CdR (check out the brand) stockings with back seam.

My heels were 4 inch black pumps with a small brooch on the front. I was in a red head mood so my light amber wig flowed down to shoulder length. All the usual accessories along with full makeup completed the look.

After watching a couple of brief porn vids, including one of a tall blond American tranny rimming a super cute Thai ladyboy, I went to check out the meeting app. Needless to say I was quite aroused and my 7 inch cock was spearing down my left inner thigh.

There was a new member….Sandrine47. Exactly my type and age. Stylish, secretary style dresser who loves nylons and lingerie, smooth all over, looking for casual hook ups with classy dressers.

I admired her dozen or so photos and sent her a quick line. There was no immediate reply.

So I further perused her details…..and then it happened. I will never forget that feeling….pure electricity.

A useful detail of the app was to not only list the town where each person was from but also the distance from yourself. Of course this function could be turned off in settings. When I looked further down I saw that she was in the same town……and then…..230 metres away. Yes that was in metres. I had to triple check that it wasn’t kilometres.

My heart was racing and I was experiencing such a thrill…..so much adrenalin that I was a little light headed. My arousal subsided fairly quickly and I even felt slightly panicky. My hands shook a little.

With time my arousal returned and I found the courage to send her her another line asking to chat. I also included a pic of me…..of my face well made up. I rarely sent this.

A couple of minutes later a number 1 appeared on the messages tab. And there it was another jolt of adrenalin.

I opened the message…..just love hearts and kisses. I replied with a compliment. She then thanked me for the beautiful pic. I asked her if she had looked at the distance between us. She said she couldn’t see anything. I must have had that function turned off. I rectified this and waited. I told Sandrine to refresh…..what came back was not surprising……..😱😱😱😱😱😱.

Thus we began an hour long exchange. We were made for each other. And yes of course all of this was in French. I was fluent and almost sounded perfectly french, but not quite.

We exchanged photos of how we were respectively dressed that particular evening. And then we exchanged facial photos. She was very good at makeup and like me dressed as a bit of a posh tart.

I eventually asked the obvious question about whether she would be keen to meet tonight. There was an obvious pause in our frenetic messaging…… « OUI ».

And another shot of adrenalin but just as much relief also.

Hummmm, so how was this going to work.

I proposed a FaceTime. She accepted and we finally talked. I was very nervous but I mustered the courage. Sandrine was surprisingly confident but she said she was nervous as hell. She had only had one disappointing meet. I said we were almost in the same boat but I also explained the joys of well executed anal sex.

We chatted about a bunch of things, our Crossdressing journeys, fantasies, pet hates Buca travesti and then……about tonight.

The light was fading as it was about 9pm.

We discussed whose house….I convinced her that mine was best as it had its own street access at ground level. And I think she was quite excited by the idea of going out in public. And there it was…..the meeting was set. We agreed that she would message me when she was about to leave and I would leave the door unlocked so she could just walk straight in. She took an age but she finally messaged me around 9:45. I wonder if she was giving herself an enema…

My heart was racing. I opened some Champagne. Not surprisingly Sandrine only took about a minute to step through my door.

When I heard the door click I stepped in to the entrance way with my arms open and walked towards her. We hugged and then managed an awkward peck on the lips.

I took her hand and led her through to the lounge. She was about the same height as me in heels but I think hers were a couple of inches higher than mine. From the FaceTime I thought she would be taller. I poured us each a glass of Champagne and we chinked glasses.

She was so lovely. I admired her beautiful nails. Embarrassingly I hadn’t done mine.

I would never meet her without my nails done ever again.

Her outfit was gorgeous. Sandrine and selected a black, knee length stretch pencil skirt with sheer 10D seamed nylons. Tights, stay ups or stockings I wondered.

On top she was wearing a long sleeve, polar neck, burgundy, fitted top. This was adorned with tiny faux pearls that ran from the neck down to the shoulder and down the sleeves.

Matching this were her glossy, burgundy 6 inch heels. Her hair was a blond bob and like me she had all the accessories, ear rings, bracelets, necklace etc.

We admired each others outfits, I felt a little self conscious about my nails. This situation was lovingly corrected by Sandrine as she had a spare set of stick ons in her bag. She expertly put them on for me. With the initial intimacy breached and a bottle of champers down, we started some light petting. We were both careful not smear our lovingly applied lipstick. I was the first to venture my hand to her lap. I found her hardness pointing up and to the right. My caressing made it visible through her skirt. I wanted Sandrine in my mouth. I needed Sandrine in my mouth!

To liven things up I darted my tongue between her glossy lips. Immediately after I slowly got down on my knees and shaped to suck Sandrine. Sandrine whimpered and sat up in the couch. While I caressed her legs, Sandrine wiggled and lifted her skirt up to her waist. I was greeted with the floral aroma of Chanel Chance….this was my type of girl.

I kissed my way up her inner thighs and reached her bulge. It turned out she was wearing crotchless pantyhose and her burgundy top was actually a bodysuit. I unclipped her bodysuit. I then had access to her balls and the base of her cock. The remainder of her shaft was straining against her nylons. She was perfectly shaved. I kissed and sucked what I could before releasing her member from the nylon.

What greeted me was an arrow straight, 6 inch cut cock that naturally found its position pointing up flat against her belly.

I had to raise my position to get the head in my mouth. Perfect length, slightly less girthy than I was expecting but I took it into my mouth with glee.

Sandrine panted while I worked my magic.

After only about 3 or 4 minutes, Sandrines cock grew just a little more and pulsated.

She was near. When I thought she was about to cum I opened wide and rested the underside of her cock on my tongue and waited. The slightest movement excited her greatly and at 10:37pm Sandrine issued forth 4 sturdy ropes of cum in to my mouth. I felt them hit the back of my throat and top of my mouth. I swallowed them whole although the mass of cum was so far in to my mouth that I didn’t have a chance to bring it back up.

During this time I had neglected my own cock but when I came to, I realised that I was rock hard, probably leaking pre-cum.

I rebuttoned her bodysuit and sat up to rejoin Sandrine.

She squeeled a little coming down from her orgasm. We talked. My lipstick was a bit of a mess but Sandrine redid it for me.

Without having to ask it was my turn.

I only wanted the same. We had previously agreed not to go for fucking in our first date.

I guess neither of us had anally cleansed although I did have a but plug in.

Sandrine took my hand and ventured me to stand up. I did so and then very slowly wiggled my pleated skirt to the floor while we kissed, more lustily this time.

Sandrine dropped to her knees and started kissing my swelling through the nylon and panties. I realised I didn’t really want to stand for this so I stepped back out of my skirt and took Sandrine by the hand through to the kitchen. I then sat up on the kitchen bench with my feet dangling off the side. I leaned back resting my upper body weight Buca travestileri on my hands.

Sandrine was standing, leaning forward supporting herself with her arms either side of my thighs.

After kissing my cock through the nylons and satin panties, Sandrine pulled my panties to the side and tore at my nylons. My member was released with an almost audible spring.

Sandrine then licked off my precum and descended her mouth in my nearly orgasming cock. After only about 1 minute I was ready to explode.

Sandrine left me stranded!!! She stood up and walked out! She went through to the lounge to fetch something from her handbag. She came back with a pair of grey satin panties scrunched up in her hand. She redescended her hot mouth on my cooling erection. The welcoming difference in temperature was divine. For the second time my cocked swelled and surged. Just before exploding, Sandrine covered my cock with her grey satin panties and made tiny rubbing movements. At 10:51 my cum burst forth in to the underwear staining the grey synthetic fabric dark with jizz. Once I was empty, Sandrine removed the satin panty and lapped at my still hard cock, cleaning off the last of the sticky fluid.

Wow! I’ve never been a huge fan of blowjobs but that was something else.

We righted our attire and chatted a little. I did her lipstick and we had a smoke and another glass of bubbles. It turns out she liked to sleep in cum soaked panties! I would also indulge in this fetish as our relationship developed.

We broached the topic of next steps but we were both tired and knew very well that there would be many opportunities. Remember…..230m was all that separated our front doors!

Sandrine left at about 11:45 pm and I retired to my bedroom, my heart still racing.

The next day was a Friday. I awoke with a boner and masturbated. I quickly checked the app and saw a message from Sandrine. Attached was a photo of her hard cock straining under grey, cum stained panties. Sent at 6:35…..early riser.

I cleared my head and went to work.

The temperature was warming up, 27 degrees today. I snuck a moment at lunch time to see if there were any messages from Sandrine. Yes there was one….. « et ce soir? » which means « and tonight? ».

I don’t have time to reply. But I knew deep down that we both needed to fuck one another.

I got home around 6 and immediately went to the shower to enema and shave. With some line I inserted a slightly larger than usual butt plug.

What to wear, what to wear? I couldn’t decide so I decided to do my makeup. This resulted in me getting aroused and leaking precum.

Once I was perfectly made up I signed in to the the app. There she was….I took a photo of just my face with a long, wavy blond wig and sent it to her.

Not surprisingly Sandrine wanted to come over.

But I still had to dress. She sent me a photo of her in a pink, gold sequinned, mid thigh body con dress. I think this number was actually in my Sheen wish list. She was looking very night clubby so I didn’t have much choice.

I settled on a a pair of tight, white stretch trousers with a criss cross lace up at the front. On top I wore a loose fitting, gold satin, long sleeve shirt. As the neck was more open I opted for a breast plate. Heels were gold, open toe with ankle strap. I perfumed myself generously with Dolce Vita.

When I was ready at about 7:30, I messaged Sandrine. She was coming to mine again. This time she left almost immediately and arrived at my door 1 minute later. As it was still very light outside, she had on a long trench coat and was wearing some light blue trainers. I could see her sparkling silver heels in her handbag.

Not Surprisingly we were far more relaxed and started chatting while she adorned her sparkly heels. After some small talk the conversation came around to the topic of our expectations from our second evening. We both said lovemaking almost simultaneously. Hilarious! And we both comforted each other with our rear cleansing updates.

So who first? We chuckled and agreed that this would need a bedroom.

We took a bottle and headed up. After some mutual felattio I recognised that I would have to be the one to submit first even though I felt as if I was the more dominant one.

After sucking her to full hardness I fitted a condom one Sandrines hard cock andI bent myself over the edge of the bed and pulled my tights and panties down to my thighs. I encouraged her to play with my but plug and use lots of lube. Finally she entered me at 80% hardness. It did hurt but only a little. I could sense her nervessnouss so after a couple of minutes I rolled over on to my back. This way I could grab her in a full embrace. That was better. Now she was fucking me steady and hard. With each stroke Sandrine went harder and deeper. And then she came. I think it was not as grandiose as she expected but this was her first proper time.

She lay on top of me for a minute or so while we kissed and petted. Upon exit I removed her condom Travesti buca and licked her cock clean enabling a brief cummy kiss afterwards.

Now it was my turn. Would I insist? Yes I would.

I layed her flat on the bed and pulled down her panties and nylons. I removed her small but plug and started massaging her pussy with my lubed finger. Once I had two fingers in she started groaning slightly.

I was a little soft so I grabbed my larger but plug and planted in her pussy.

I then dragged her head towards the edge of the bed so she could suck me to hardness by resting up on her elbows. After a couple of minutes I was fully hard. Now it was my turn.

I lubed my cock then peeled down a condom. I removed her but plug and fingered her pussy for a bit adding plenty of lube.

With Sandrine flat on her tummy I mounted her and slowly forced my cock in to her. She whimpered a little bit so far so good. Once fully in I paused for a few moments and lay on top of her to kiss her on the cheek. When I saw a timid smile in her face I started pumping gently. After a few minutes I released my cum in to the condom while fully inserted up her pussy.

Post orgasm petting ensued. At that lovely intimate time I didn’t know that we had set in motion a relentless cycle of dressing, sucking and fucking.

We would end up spending that summer and the next two fucking and sucking each other senseless. We are now on our third season and I estimate that I have we have each pumped about half a litre of cum in to each other’s asses. After exchanging phone numbers, Sandrine went home. Some rules of engagement would need to be set.

It turns out that Sandrine had moved here about a year ago while in a relationship with a girl. She didn’t like living in Rennes and moved back to Paris only about a week before Sandrine and I hooked up. Dressing was something that Sandrine did whenever she could but while in a relationship she never had the chance to have any meets. Sandrine had been dressing since her early twenties but had never had the chance to explore it fully. Now she could, and she was. As her girlfriend had just moved out, her apartment was a bit of a mess and meeting at my large family townhouse was a much better plan.

Over the next couple of days we messaged quite a bit and Sandrine was super keen to hook up. I was keen also but I got the feeling that she really needed to scratch an itch.

I had to ensure that I could continue to do my busy job as focused as I could. For this reason I insisted that we plan to meet twice a week and occasionally on an opportunistic basis.

And so it continued all summer. Twice, sometimes three times a week Sandrine and I would meet at my place to live briefly en femme almost for the sole purpose of fucking each other. And fuck we did. Usually a couple of orgasms each, sometimes three on weekend evenings when we would enjoy our first embrace at about 7pm and shoot a final load sometime after midnight.

And of course towards the end of a month of August that was far too hot for my liking, the imminent return of my family and all its associated responsibilities and joys loomed.

Thus we needed a plan to be able to continue with our lifestyle. Only very rarely would I have the place to myself so our meets needed to be at her place. And with it my wardrobe. In between endlessly stroking each others nylon clad legs and licking fresh cum of each others cocks we did quite a lot of online shopping. So much so that my wardrobe could no longer be hidden from view.

Obviously frequency dropped off to about once a week when I could employ a whole manner of excuses to sneak out for three hours. Our encounters needed to be briefer also.

On a few occasions when I had to go away for work, Sandrine managed to join me. We would get separate but adjacent hotel rooms. We both quite like the brief strolls down the hallways enough to actually get rooms on different floors. And there is something about being in a nice hotel room that requires sex, and lots of it.

However my regular sortie took me to Sandrines 5th floor apartment. Amazingly from her kitchen window I could just see in to my own bedroom. More than once I would be discharging my load in to Sandrines ass as I watched my wife close the curtains of our bedroom.

A step change came we decided to do away with condoms. Obviously this required time and trust but greatly facilitated our exchanges. We took the plunge at the beginning of our second summer. There is something so thrilling about going in on top of your own cum. It’s slippery and adds a hint of texture to the experience. We didn’t totally do away with condoms. It was fun playing with textured and flavoured ones. And if we wanted to indulge in some cum play then condoms are remarkably useful at catching jizz.

For her own curiosity Sandrine had a couple of other meets with other dressers but nothing seemed to please her more than receiving a load of my cum on to her waiting tongue.

Only once did we have a threesome with another dresser. She was a bit older than us but very stylish. She was as nervous as all hell but we all had a good time. Sandrine and I ended up ploughing her non stop for about an hour. I’m not sure that’s what she was expecting but I’m fairly certain that we cured her of any shyness.

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Chapter 1: Ava Seems Fun

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**This story contains some mild futadom. This is my first attempt at a reader’s perspective piece, so any and all feedback are appreciated. I hope you enjoy!**

Chapter 1 – Ava seems fun.

After a long unforgiving day, you sauntered down yet another wide marble hallway, this one somehow quieter and more abandoned than the last. Just two weeks you’ve been enrolled at Siluria University, and it seemed like the campus itself was determined to not make any sense. Of course, you left your school map in class, rushing out with end-of-the-day excitement like everyone else, and now you cursed yourself for it, sliding a hand through your hair as you sauntered, lost in the eerily quiet building.

Where the hell were the male dorms again? You pondered the mind-boggling design choice of every hallway looking exactly the same as you took out your phone, only to shrug at the ‘No signal’ text blaring in the top right corner of the screen. Cool. Good thing you wrote down the Wi-Fi password… on that map you forgot.

“Ugh”, you groaned loudly, stopping to peer through the glass at a massive indoor gymnasium, overly bright and spotless, and not a soul in sight. Hands at your hips, you gathered yourself with a deep sigh, determined to find some way back to your soft bed.

“Hey.”

You spun rapidly as your thoughts were halted by a hushed female voice right across the hallway, peeking at you from behind a steaming locker room doorway only a few feet away.

Only half of her was visible, but your brain was eager to collect every breathtaking detail.

She was tall; her blue-eyed gaze behind her squared glasses maybe half a foot higher than yours, but her lean made it hard to guess her height. Her olive skin tone was clean and slick, like she’d just passed through a heavy waterfall, along with a burst of damp, black curly hair, draped just past her shoulders. Though her expression was nervous and hesitant, she appeared to be comfortably naked, from the soft, coffee-brown curve of her shoulder down to her ample breast, its pointed nipple aimed your way. Her slender, hanging fingers tickled the air near the door sill, while her right hand clutched the dark red ‘Girls Locker’ door just under her pointed chin and shy, thin smile.

You attempted to dry your now sweaty palms on your jeans, before realizing you’d left her waiting patiently for a response. Your heart fluttered at the best view you’d seen all day, before you swallowed into a reply.

“Oh! Uh, hi.”, you choked, focusing on her vibrant eyes as best you could. “I’m kinda new. Any idea where…”

That focus then dragged to a stop, and for good reason; your view sank down the curve of her waist and wide hips, before settling on her lengthy, wet cock, stiffened past the door. Unexpected, but your jeans became less roomy seeing her slick, rigid mass, making you question your eyesight repeatedly at the fierce, luscious features of this woman. You felt your skin prickle as you searched her face again, just as her widening smile brought you back to reality.

“A-are you, um, free?”, she rasped, as if those words explained everything, her untamed, dark curls swaying slightly with her head tilt.

You blinked, taking in her display once more. Her shy, soft-spoken words that contrasted with her bold exposure were adorable, and quite alluring. Licking your lips, you decided the dorms could wait. This was clearly a rare chance, and you could only imagine where your answer would take you.

“…Yeah. I’m free.”

“Good!”, she beamed energetically, suddenly stepping her long, toned calf through the door as it swung wide, briskly gliding her flip flops towards you, stark naked in the fully open hallway.

“Wha-uhh…”, you stuttered, scrambling once more to find some kind of grip. Your heart began thumping with a heavy bass as you reeled back a step at the explosive energy of this raven-haired woman, dripping wet and approaching fast. Those vast hips guided her strong, glistening thighs as they rubbed together, swinging her plump balls and wide, girthy dick like a pendulum. The mushroomed head appeared to be blushing with redness, blending to a luscious tan along her extensive, veiny shaft. Was this really happening? Your brain couldn’t seem to answer, or decipher just how big she was, as numbers were simply unavailable in this powerful moment. You hazily searched for any imperfections to confirm this gorgeous woman was real, spotting the slightest hint of a pudge at her belly, but that only accentuated her dramatic hips even more.

No doubt in your mind that she was stunning, as blood pounded from your ears and down below in preparation. Time crawled back to its default pace as her chilling blue eyes got closer, unblinking and steady. With one sharp breath, drawing in her shower-fresh aroma, your view became fully shrouded by her breasts jiggling softly with her final steps into your space. Her faintly pimpled expression showed no signs of that shy uncertainty, and now towered a full head above you. Her visage was dangerously close and overpowering as she swiped her slick hair back, ceasing the time you had to prepare, before her reddened lips swooped Levent travesti down to capture yours.

Her weighted dick grazed your own rock-hard stiffness below, as her moist fingers encircled your face tightly. You found yourself light-headed from the rapid ignition of her assault, and the longer you kissed, the more it felt like this girl had some kind of cheat code, with lips like the softest marshmallows, paired with an unnatural, passionate grip. You sucked in her bottom lip, trying to regain the control you were quickly losing. Still dazed, your hands found purchase on the warm, damp skin of her hips, and you sank your fingers into the resilient flesh of her plump cheeks. Shuddering, you held on for dear life as her tongue bullied yours at a gentle pace, pulling a soft whimper from your throat with its caressing massage.

She pulled away slowly at your plea, her long fingers still stroking your face, and a small part of you was grateful, unsure if you could’ve escaped the kiss on your own. You took the moment to inhale a shaky breath and study her sharp eyes and small, pointed nose. She ticked many of the ‘nerd’ features you fell for, with her black, metallic frames and modest pink blemishes from her forehead to her angled chin, and you felt an infatuation building for every new detail you saw on her.

“S-sorry, was that too much?”, she cooed softly with another wide, nervous smile, her thin eyebrows furrowing slightly. You couldn’t get over how pleasant and bubbly she was, all while her cock pulsed with heat against your body.

Her sweet concern relaxed a tension in your shoulders you hadn’t noticed, before you licked your lips to respond as you studied her face. “Heh. Trust me, you are the best kind of surprise.”

A dense blush of red sprayed her grinning cheeks at that, her mouth quivering with a loss for words, but her eyes never left yours. “I’m not…um…I don’t normally do this.”

With your heart pounding to escape your chest, you matched her grin with your own, your face slick with sweat from both of you. This was all happening crazy fast, you thought, as brief thoughts of ‘who is she’ and ‘how is this happening’ flickered through your mind, but you instead just leaned into her hands more as she held your face, keeping your cool with a gentle sigh.

“Lucky me, then.”, you purred, digging your fingers into her wet cheeks for a tighter embrace. “So, what else…don’t you normally do?”

The moment your words hit the air, something shifted as she gazed down at you, her sharp nails dragging up to play with your hair. A warm pulse in the cool, quiet hallway. Static at the base of your toes; you couldn’t pinpoint what was rising. As if to answer your curiosity, her stiff dick pulsed against your shirt, the warm wet spot now running down your belly. She then leaned down again at an agonizingly slow pace, and you swore you could see her glacier-blue eyes charging with electricity, her pleasant smile dropping ever so faintly.

Her long arms slid down to wrap around your lower back, before touching her forehead to yours, to stare even deeper into you.

“Let’s find out.”

She suddenly pinned her hips against yours, her dick now stabbing up your shirt with a notable slickness, as her lips met yours once more. Your teeth clicked gently as she squatted down for another fervent kiss, squeezing you tight around your waist. Every few moments you’d feel the vibration of her moan, her long hair cascading around you both as she squeezed you with an immobilizing passion, impairing your motor skills to crumble gradually. Your top was completely damp from her body, and you would’ve collapsed from the intensity, but her sturdy embrace roughly lifted you from the ground with a short grunt, to where your feet dangled uselessly.

Surging with even more heat, you let loose some strangled noise, but her groan simply overpowered yours, fierce and uncontrolled. She seemed to be accelerating into a hunger with her hard kissing, but you defiantly matched her pace as you were so turned on by her strength, her tightening clutch showing no signs of struggle while suspending you fully. Your hands gripped aimlessly at the small of her dripping back to press against her more, printing her luscious form into your memory.

You hardly registered when she carried you into the steamy, heated locker room, your tongues still massaging as she laid you across a wide bench. Those incredible moments had already made up for your long day, as you couldn’t recall ever being embraced so passionately. You both pulled back to breathe deeply in the foggy, saturated room, and time seemed to pause as you shared a lustful, nervous, animalistic gaze. A slight notion of success came from watching her gasp for air with you, looking up into her half-fogged glasses as she planted her hands across your chest, giving you no space to inhale anything but the dense lavender scent of her frizzy, dripping locks.

“Ya know, I’m starting to think you have done this.”, you wheezed, taking the initiative with your left hand kneading her thigh, and the right grasping her veiny, heated cock with long, deliberate Levent travestileri strokes. Her nails pressed into your chest more as she caught her breath, and your own hard cock throbbed against your zipper. This felt like it was all happening at lightning speed, but watching her teeth clench as you worked her wide meat in your grip was just too good to stop.

“No-“, she winced, biting her lower lip hard at your slow caressing. “Not, like, this fast! It’s just…you. I only wish I’d met you sooner, but-hmph!”

She suddenly grabbed your stroking wrist to a halt, as she shut her eyes to regain her composure, then opened them wide before crushing her lips to yours. You could only sit back and let your thoughts dissolve into pleasure as you were pressed into the bench, this moment almost too dreamy to be true, before she slid her lips down your cheek to brush your ear with a devilish whisper.

“…but I’ve got you now.”

A mix of fear and excitement burned your chest at her words, then blazed even more fiercely as she rotated above you, tossing her juicy thigh across your head into a sweaty sixty-nine, before working your pants down quickly.

“Oh my…gah…”, you blurted, intoxicated by the point-blank view of her powerful, tanned legs, soaked and dripping, while your palms squeezed the curves of her supple, fleshy cheeks, spread wide as she squatted low above your face. Sparks were jumping through every part of your body with anticipation, and, glancing down, her own excitement was crystal clear. Her nodding, rigid dick suspended itself with exhilaration, almost painfully stiff as it let out bead after bead of clear juice onto your chest. At the other end, you felt the moist air of the shower room on your dick as she rigorously removed the last barrier of your clothing, wasting no time to engulf your entire length in the wet heat of her mouth.

“Holy shhhi…oh GOD!”, you cried out, arching your back high while her tongue swirled around the crevices of your length. You could only quiver in ecstasy as every nerve ending between your legs spasmed under the force of her suction. Once your vision regained some clarity, you took a moment to shakily caress the glossy surface of her plump balls, inches from your nose. She approved of your touch with a muffled, vibrating growl, right into your dick, before her reaching hand guided her own fat cock downward, to pierce your lips forcefully.

This sinful tempo of hers repeatedly caught you off guard. You were drowning from the salty, unyielding plunge of her shaft, as the tight pressure of her slick, convulsing throat around your dick made your vision go hazy once more. You were losing yourself as she sucked harder and harder, her low, long moans thrusting you rapidly to the edge. Not to be outdone so easily, you sank your fingertips into the wet, swollen curve of her ass cheeks as you dove into her cock. You bobbed and tongued her thick meat, gulping down her constant trickle of juices from her slit, which were actually quite tasty, although you pondered if your brain was simply too drunk to register any other flavor.

The few working brain cells you had left did their best to confirm if this was, in fact, not a dream. This tall, anxious beauty swayed from bashful timidness to overwhelming passion, and back again, with blinding speed. You reached into your mind for a way to be sure you see her again soon but came up blank; not because you wouldn’t know what to say, but because you were rocketed back out of your thoughts against your will as she suddenly glided her warm tongue across the slit of your tip with force, sending fireworks through your entire form.

“Mmph!”, you murmured around her stiff dick, helpless as her long fingers massaged your balls and inner thigh while gyrating her tongue faster around you, as if she knew you were close, and had no plans of letting you escape. Her hard nipples scraped softly along your belly with her every move, and you weren’t sure how much more you could handle. You tried all you could to shake her focus and last a bit longer, frantically sucking her off, but her pace only accelerated. Grabbing her waist, you clenched your toes, and your eyes, tight, riding the sharp tingle that rocketed through your legs and core, forcing a long, guttural moan around her thick member as you came.

Everything became white lights and stars as your dick pulsed with powerful, sweet release. Every struggling tremble of your hips was wrestled defiantly, as she hilted as deep onto you as possible, her long fingers clutching your squirming thighs underneath, while her lips sealed tight to cage your pulsations. Your body was writhing uncontrollably, throbbing with a longer eruption than you ever had before. Each heavy, blissful unload into her throat was met with a deep swallowing gulp from her gullet, claiming every ounce of your release as her property.

“Hoh! Ohhh…oh!!!”, you gurgled, as she ingested your soul out of your slit, her balls now draped along your nose, she was so deep. Your stifled moan rose with your hips into a pleading whine, her own victorious “Mhmm!” reverberating through you.

Who Travesti levent in the hell was she?

Prying your eyes open again, you realized your jaw had been on autopilot, slowly gagging the back of your throat with her considerable length. Ears thumping, you remembered to take in air, thoroughly drained, but far from done. You were certain your mind had already snapped from bliss, but your competitive flair refused to give in, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of her ball sack before feverishly swallowing more of her salty, heated meat.

“Mmmaugh! Oh, suck…YES!”, she called out sloppily. Your renewed vigor had forced her to drop your softening dick from her mouth, which throttled your deep sucking into a higher gear. Now she was the one struggling, her feet slipping along the floor as you gripped her waist, returning her vehement favor tenfold. Planting your heels, you set to oscillating your neck as your tongue flicked along every crease of her cock.

She had brought you speeding to your edge, and you wanted nothing less than to launch her into a swan-dive of sexual ecstasy. Sliding your lips towards her convulsing tip, a steady stream of her hot precum traveled down your chin and neck, while her warm breath sputtered gibberish into your thighs. Your half-lidded gaze drank in the sight of her last few exposed, veiny inches, jostling back and forth, her spasming, glistening butt cheeks, and finally her darkened, puckering entrance, winking at you coaxingly.

“Mmm right there! Fuck!”

Her spitting, muffled bellows halted your tongue on a tense vein at the lower left of her thick tip, so you zeroed in and tightly fluttered your tongue with gusto at her newfound weak spot.

“Ugh! Ohhhhhhh my fucking-OH! AH YES!!”

Every single muscle from her abs to her toes seemed to ripple and tense, lifting her lower half high, but your strangling lips followed. Her legs pressed hard around your neck as her vibrating cock swelled with a robust volley of cum between your tight lips.

The shuddering mushroom top of her meat threw itself at your tongue, unloading rope, after fat, creamy rope of seed into every crevice of your mouth it could find. You gulped and drank as much salty release as you could, while the corners of your mouth guided the rest down your face. You palmed her ball sack gently as it twitched, coaxing out more of her delicious nut. She was grunting incoherently, and fully slumped down on top of you now, the only movement coming from her nodding shaft as it unleashed a few more pulses of fluid, each one weaker than the last. Your cheeks burned with a triumphant lust as you swallowed, but a devilish surge from your chest wanted to be sure she was satisfied. You waited through one more weak pulse, before gliding your middle finger past her wet sack, right into the tight opening between her cheeks, to caress that slick, nerve-laden spot deep inside.

“W-Whoaaafuck! So good-Oh no!!”, she screamed, a hint of fear in her voice as she came again, jolting so hard from the surprise that she lost all balance, and began a sideways descent off the bench, the clutch of her thighs taking you with her. The short stumble still made a loud plap when her drenched, naked form touched the floor, while your left arm clasped the bench to avoid a painful landing. Sprawled out on the tile, your entire body tingled like a Vegas slot machine as you slid your mouth from her limp cock. Now you were truly worn out, but elated, like some animalistic pressure had found its release.

After a moment of two voices coughing, then silence, you couldn’t help but wheeze into a giggle as you slid your lips from her limp cock, your shoulders shaking at hearing her chuckle, as you both sat up. Wrestling with the tangle of clothes at your ankles, combined with her glazed face and hair cascading over her eyes summed up this rush of passion in one image. The only sounds were the whimpers and gasps of her laugh and yours respectively, as she peeled her sticky mane from her face to see you through sideways lenses. Your own image must have been just as thoroughly caked with fluids as her shoulders shook through another giggle.

“Oh, you laughing at me? Am I that sticky?”, you said through a smile, resting your shoulders against the bench as you pulled your knees to your chest.

She gradually mirrored your pose opposite you with her back against the locker. “Hmm yeah, sweetie. You look pretty rough.”

“Ah, dang. You know if there are any showers nearby?”, you joked, your delivery cutting off her answer as you both laughed loudly once again.

As you wiped your sleeve down your face, it then occurred that you had no idea how long you and this gal had been in the girls’ locker room. Right then it didn’t matter while you admired her joyful, radiant form in the soft, white light. Her glasses were still slightly crooked as she wiped at her giggling expression, still dripping with various fluids. That luscious mane of glossy curls stuck to her forehead, neck, and shoulders with a life of its own. Her breasts were squeezed against her knees, which were also completely soaked down to her brown-sugar calves and thighs. You’d never been this intense with a stranger before, but it all felt so right. No part of her was shower-clean anymore, especially the slumped, glistening bulge of her drained cock, draped along the floor in a sticky puddle of white. It looked as thoroughly relieved and spent as you had felt.

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I woke up Friday morning with my bum backed into Marks cock, he was fully erect but fast aslee. His hand was still cupping my chastity cage as it was when I’d fallen asleep, his huge hand completely engulfed the whole cage which was only a little thing but added to my humiliation. I gently lifted his arm and edged out of the bed and slipped into my pink, silk robe. I sat in front of my dress and put on some light make up, a tiny bit of foundation and some light pink lipgloss, I was already in my black bra and french panties from last night and I slipped on my pink fluffy slippers which were toe less, showing off my painted nails. I put my long blonde hair into rollers to save curling my hair for my final webcam tonight. I also loved the house wife, hair in curlers look.

I walked into the kitchen and washed up the dishes from the night before and the wine glasses. I loved the idea of being Marks little sissy house wife, so doing the house work while he was in the bedroom made me horny. Id been locked up for so long in chastity now that almost anything could make me horny anyway. I decided to cook Mark a fry up before work, I made him eggs, bacon, beans, sausages, toast and a tea. I set his breakfast out on the dining table and woke him up sitting on the edge of the bed stroking his hair.

“Wake up babe, work in a few hours, I made you some breakfast.” I said and walked into the kitchen to sit at the table. Mark walked in completely butt naked with his erect penis pointing to the ceiling wiping his eyes. He sat down at the table.

“I could get used to this, you aren’t a bad little sissy sometimes are you babe?” he said.

“All I want to do is please you Mark, anything you ever need.” I said looking into his eyes. Mark picked the sausage up with his fork and took a bite starring at me.

“You could start by taking care of that for me.” he said looking down at his cock. I smiled and rolled my eyes. Without saying a word I dropped below the table and crawled over to him and took his dick in my mouth as I did only a few hours before. I knelt between his legs licking and slurping, sucking his balls. Mark wasn’t giving me much of a reaction, he carried on eating his dinner as if I wasn’t even sucking dick.

“I’ve been thinking Kate, tonight is your final webcam appearance for Lucy. I think it should be a big one, you should give your fans a real show.” he said before taking another bite.

“Mmm…” I said with my mouth full.

“I think I want you in a complete gimp outfit again, black latex. Your hair in pigtails, a red ball gag, a collar with slut on, something like that. You get the picture. I’m going to be around the office at the time so I might pop in to see how you’re getting along.” he said, taking a sip of his tea.

“Yes daddy.” I said taking a deep breathe and going back in for more of his beautiful cock.

“Saturday you can rest up, relax. Maybe go for a casual drink. I’m busy with friends, I’ll pick you up sunday morning for your blockbuster sissy movie. I hope you know how much you are going to be used in this, it’s going to be fucking rough. That little ass of yours is going to take a beating, I’ll see to that.” said Mark.

“Mmmhmm…” I murmured.

“Also after this is all over with, I was thinking we can try and see how we go. Maybe I could use you as a house wife. You’re passable, you’re hot and you suck dick real good. I’m going to book that boob job in. I want you to have real tits. You’ll also have bum inplants. Have them done in the same week so recovery will be fast, you might even get some liposuction on that waist to give you a real tight hourglass.” he said. My eyes opened in shock at what I was hearing, I went to pull back so I could ask some questions but Mark suddenly gripped by head with both hands and pulled me back onto his dick. I couldn’t move, the head of his cock was touching the back of my throat now and my chin was rest on his balls. My eyes were watering and I was struggling to breath.

“Did you want to say something sissy?” he said. I tried to make a noise but all I could do was mumble.

“I said did you want to say something slut?” he said again holding my head down tight on his dick. I mumbled again and started to shaking my head no in desperation.

“That’s what I thought.” he laughed. He let go and I carried on sucking while he finished his breakfast. He came in my mouth a few minutes later and pulled out. He stood up, walked into the bedroom got dressed and walked out the door before I could reach my feet. I sat under the table panting and wiping the tears from my eyes. I pulled my knickers forwards and saw a stain of pre cum that had leaked out. I loved how he treated me and couldn’t wait for him to do it again.

For the rest of the day I relaxed and watched some day time TV, enjoying my life without a job. I showered and shaved before getting dressed and ready to make my way to Marks office for 6pm. My hair was curled, my face painted, tonight I had big plump red shining lips so that they stuck out if my gimp mask was used. Big over Cihangir travesti the top fake eye lashes and I drew my eyebrows on dark. I picked out a seamless corset and a strapless bra with a black lace thong. I stepped into my black latex catsuit and felt my cage twitching instantly. It made me feel so sexy, it’s my ideal outfit. I love being fucked in latex. I zipped up and checked out my figure in the mirror, I needed to cum badly. I thought if I fuck myself long and hard enough tonight with the dildo I’m praying that I’ll have another ‘sissy-gasm’. I pull out my thigh high black boots and zip them all the way up, 6 inch heels too, I pack my gimp mask in my handbag and put on my long faux fur coat which easily comes down to my knees covering the catsuit. The feels of the two materials rubbing together is almost enough to make me cum on it’s own. I stand infront of the mirror rubbing my thighs together and pouting into the mirror with my painted nails on my hips. I can’t get enough. I walk up to my door and peak through the keyhole to see if Becky is around but the coast is clear. I step out wiggling my bum all the way and lock the door behind me. Beckys front door opens behind my back as I step onto the first step.

“Kate?” I hear in a male voice. I turn around to see Becky’s boyfriend.

“Oh hi, you ok?” I asked.

“I’m great, just taking the bins down. You look like you’re in for a great night. I love the boots.” he said.

“Who is it babe?” Becky said from behind.

“Oh darling, you are a sight for sore eyes I have to say. Isn’t she a doll? Look at those boots and those lips! Holy shit!” said Becky.

“Thanks Becky.” I said and turned towards the next step.

“Here, let me take those babe.” Becky said to her partner taking the trash from his hands. She walked down behind me.

“Look at that ass wiggling babe, she’s so hot!” she shouted back to him, making me feel very uncomfortable. We walked outside the front door and Becky put the bins away.

“Hey, slow down bitch.” she said.

“My cab is here Becky I’m in a rush.” I said pointing towards my taxi.

“Have a good night, I just wanted to be nice and tell you to have fun where ever you’re going. I’m sure it involves cock though where ever it is.” she said laughing.

“As I said the other night though, one day I’ll use that tight ass of yours again. If I’m having a bad week or something and I need to take my anger out on someone. I’ll fuck your little hole like it hasn’t been fucked before.” she said. She grabbed the sides of my coat and opened it in the middle of the street to reveal my catsuit. I quickly grabbed it and closed it again.

“Becky!” I said.

“Keep your knickers on slut, you look hot. Like when I first spotted you out here all muddy remember?” she said grinning. She looked back and saw him looking out the window at us and she waved.

“Keep that cute little bum of yours ready for me, I’m going to ruin it!” she whispered as she leaned in to give me a kiss on the cheek and a pat on the bum. I stepped into the taxi and made my way to Marks office now running slightly late.

I got up to Marks floor just on time as everyone had left, I saw the lady at reception again as she packed up.

“Hello Katie, dressed for work I see.” she said.

“Hey, yeah. I’m off out after work so I thought I’d save the time and get dressed now.” I said with a smile.

“Ofcourse you are darling. Have a great night!” she said and walked to the lift. It was just me on my own now to get the job done and almost be a free woman for the first time in my life. I opened the office door and stood in shock. Marks desk had the laptop open ready to go as per usual but this time there were metal rods either side of his chair with cuffs on the ends of them. There was also an electronic fucking machine with a at least 7 inch dildo attatched. I took my coat off and sat down, checking out the new set up, I logged on and began taking requests, the usual fingering myself, sucking on a dildo, a bit of dominatrix stuff too even. I told a few guys to get fucked and stuff like that, I told them how small their dicks were. Basically what I had done to me daily. Then I had a request pop up from Lucy.

“Katie darling, put your ankles in those rods next to your chair so we can all see your asshole. Then you’re going to finger yourself for me.” it said. I did as I was asked and put my ankles into these cuffs, I was now sitting in this office chair with my legs in the air, my knees were the same height as my shoulders, I unzipped my crotch so my audience had full view of my chastity cage and my thong. I locked my ankles in so they couldn’t move and started to finger myself.

“Lick it.” the nexy messaged from Lucy said. I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it for the camera and carried on fingering my bum, moaning with my mouth open wide. The office door slowly opened and I panicked before realising it was only Mark, he put his finger to his lips signaling me to be quiet and carry on so I did. He walked around Cihangir travestileri behind me so his lower half was in shot of the camera but not above waist height. He took each wrist and cuffed them to the chair and pulled my chair back to get a better view of me. People online could now just see me sitting upright in my chair with my legs up in front of me with my chasitity and bum out on show. Mark placed a small table in front of my chair and put the dildo machine on top, he spent a few minutes getting everything in the perfect postion and I knew exactly what was coming next. He walked behind my chair and placed a red ball gag into my mouth and tied it up. He put a poll into the live chat asking how long, giving the options of 10 minutes, 20minutes or 1 hour. Obviously every single vote went for the one hout option. Ofcourse they voted for that. He walked infront of me pulling my thong to the side and lubing up the dildo, he switched it on at a slow pace but it was still a big shock as it flew into my ass. I let out a scream through the gag. Mark stood there for five minutes slowly pushing the speed up more and more until it was as high as it could go, the dildo was now pumping my bum really fucking hard and very, very fast. I couldn’t even let out a sound, my body tensed up and didn’t know how to react. I’d never felt anything like it, I collapsed into my seat while it just sat there fucking my bimbo brains. I looked at the screens seeing comments pile in as well as a lot of tips.

“Oh fuck, look at her face. This bitch is getting ruined!” one said.

“Keep her in that postion all night man! Show her whos boss haha” another said.

“The girl is such a slut, is there anything she won’t do?” said another. I sat and watched them pop up and up while Mark sat and watched me for the entire hour. I don’t know how I’d stand again after this let alone walk! Mark finally stopped the machine and untied me, I was physically and metaphorically fucked. I couldn’t stand up or move, Mark pushed me over the desk so my face was right in front of the camera now, I felt the head of his dick enter me. If anything it was a relief, I felt so empty without that dildo inside me. He grabbed one of my wrists while I was bent over the table and he held it on my back.

“Oh fuck, she’s actually getting fucked now haha” one comment said.

“This slut is someone’s son man.” said another.

“She’s about to get degraded boys!” said another. My chastity cage was now dripping with pre cum while Mark pumped into me, I arched my back up ready for his load. He gave me hard deep thrusts and I looked into the camera with my mouth wide opening and my eyes rolling back. He pushed really deep and he cupped my cage hanging between my legs, he squeezed my cage hard and gripped my waist tight, digging his nails into me. I started to feel the rush in my stomach that I live for, his pumps kept coming and I started to cum through my chastity. I let out a loud scream and my cum dribbled down my latex thighs, I collasped onto my boobs laying on the desk and Mark was next, one final hard thrust and he shot his warm sticky load up my bum. I wiggled my ass while he let out the last drops and I smiled at the camera before I logged out.

I stood bent over the desk, back arched with my bum in the air standing on my five inch heels. Marks dick was still stuck inside me, it was so warm. I let out a small giggle and slowly swayed my hips. He gave me one hard spank.

“Ouch!” I yelped. He withdrew, walked around the front of the desk and moved the laptop. Without saying anything he put his dick in my face and I knew what to do, cleaned him up and smiled all the way through.

“Look at me.” he ordered and I looked up with his dick on my tongue. Mark aimed his phone at my face, then towards my bum then back up to my face.

“Lucy just wanted to see the aftermath of your fucking.” he said and laughed. I stood up and made myself look a bit more respectable, I quicky reapplied my make up and zipped my crotch back up again, my phone went off and it was a message from Lucy.

“Bravo Lucy, that was a hell of a show tonight. Your face when that machine was fucking you was a sight for sore eyes I’m telling you. I was sure you was going to pass out at one point, your eyes were slowly closing and your they were rolling back in your head haha. You’re such a dumb bimbo cunt I don’t even know what to say. How I EVER let you fuck me is crazy when I see what you are now. I recorded that whole show obviously, I don’t think you would expect any less of me. You’ll be happy to know you reached you goal financially. Final stop is sunday. I want you thoroughly fucked, humiliated, degraded, ruined and any other word you can think of. This is my final revenge for you cheating on me slut. I’ll make you into the woman you will finally become don’t you worry about that bitch!” I read it out to Mark.

“Well, you can’t say you don’t deserve it Kate.” he said. Mark drove me back to my flat and gave me a quick snog before I jumped out, there Travesti cihangir was no sign of Becky when I walked upstairs so she must’ve been busy, thank god!

I got in and made myself a glass of wine and got cosy on the sofa in my dressing gown, I put my hair up in a bun and decided to paint my finger and toenails a new colour, I thought I’d go for a luminous green for a change. I looked down at my phone as it lit up. It said I had a text from Stacey, the girl I had my first crush on who Lucy set me up to meet as Katie without me knowing. I hadn’t spoken to her since that night.

“Hey honey, how are you? Just realised it’s been so rude of me to not ask how your transition is going? It must be so hard. It just really took me by suprise! I used to really think something would happen with us down the line lol I’m so proud of you for being your true self, you’re a real hotty. I didn’t even notice it was you at first! I’d love to meet sometime if you like? I’d love a new girly girl to go shopping with, Alex would never have done that with me! haha” I didn’t know what to think, every time I got a message from Stacey I would get a feeling in my stomach from nervs. I always had feelings for her and now she wants to be girl friends.

“Hey Stacey, thankyou so much. That’s very cute. I’d love to meet up, I’m actually free tomorrow if that’s not too soon x” I replied.

“Fabulous! How about I pick you up about one? Brunch, I’ll treat you to a manicure too, little bit of shopping as well. It’s a date beaut! xx” she sent back.

“I’ll see you there at 1 hun, can’t wait xx” I said. All these years wanting a date with Stacey and I finally get one but I’ll be wearing a bra and thong. How life’s changed.

I set my alarm for seven Saturday morning, I’d booked an appointment at Stephs salon for half nine to get ready for Sundays filming. If I wasn’t fully prepped and looking sexy Mark and Lucy would not be pleased and I hate the idea of disappointing Mark. I knew Steph was going to go hard on me this time, even ore than before, my final shoot, I knew I had to expect to be used and abused to limits I might not have been to before. I was willing to go to any limit for him though. I put my hair into a bun and got into a my grey joggers with a plain, white long sleeved t-shirt with a pair of black trainers. I knew all my clothes would be coming off anyway so there was no point dressing up. I took the 15 minute bus journey to her salon and Steph was just opening up.

“Katie! Lovely to see you my dear. Give me a twirl darling. You keep getting hotter each time I see you! Come in, come in.” she said holding the door open for me. I walked in and Steph walked past me giving me a light pat on my bottom on the way past.

“Have you been working out babe? Looks like that bubble butt of yours is getting more plump. I bet Mark loves grabbing those cheeks doesn’t he?” she laughed.

“No, no that’s all natural Steph.” I laughed back.

“Sit down babe, we are going to start from scratch with you again. Now I let Lucy know you had an appointment today and she told me you have a shoot tomorrow and she wants you looking like a real life Barbie doll. I’ve been told that money is no object now you’ve had your redundancy money too. So I’m thinking, strip you down to bare bones, boobs off, hair off, nails and lashes off. Everything. We will start with waxing, you’ll be done head to toe. Next will be the new boobs Lucy dropped by, a new tan, you’re going pure blonde today, not dirty blonde anymore. Well they say blondes have the most fun don’t they? And from what I’ve heard you will be having a lot of fun tomorrow babe.” she said.

“Sounds perfect.” I said.

“Then I’ll fill your lips again. Ive got you some new earrings. I’ve got some new lashes for you, obviously you love your french tip nails. You’ve already got your french maid outfit in the post haven’t you Alex? Oh sorry, slip of the tongue babe. Katie I mean.” she said.

“Yeah I got that last week, I haven’t tried it on yet though.” I said.

“Yeah so I think that’s you set. Is there anything I’m forgetting? I don’t think so. Ok let’s start, up you get darling.” she said taking my hand.

I got completely naked, took off my hair and boobs and looked into the mirror, Alex was standing in front of me and it was a strange feeling. I felt the same the first time I saw Katie standing in front of me except this time I didn’t like what I saw, a small, weak, skinny hairless man. Nothing any woman would ever look twice at. The chastity cage hanging between my legs completed my look as a worthless man too. I hated it and couldn’t wait to see Katie again.

“Oh god, look at you. Your whole demeanour has changed babe. You’ve lost your confidence. You were born to be Katie wasn’t you. You hair is getting a bit longer too.” said Steph.

“I hate it Steph, get me looking like a woman fast! I can’t wait until my hair has grown and I don’t need these wigs anymore.” I said. I laid down and Steph waxed every inch of my body, not one millimetres was left untouched. My face was shaved and my eyebrows waxed off again leaving my tattooed brows on show. Steph glued my new C cup tits to my chest and I laid on the table waiting for the glue to dry. She applied my french tip finger nails and toenails, she placed a few rings on my fingers and gave me two toe rings.

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A Dickgirl Fairytale

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Note: This story has been published here before but needed some edits. A reader also suggested that the original version wasn’t quite as “happily ever after” as they envisioned. Hopefully this meets the mark.

Also, this story contains an element of non-consensual sex so if that’s not your thing, please be advised.

*****

The afternoon sun had shifted in the sky and the shadows had begun to move across the floor of the chamber. They left a pattern of speckled lights that danced across the floor. The blonde woman sat on the low stool and the sun caught fire to her mane, which gave her an otherworldly glow. Lady Celestria’s slender fingers were swift as she attached the combs into her sheath of thick, golden hair. Ella still liked to watch her mother from the corner as she always had. Her mother’s hair was beautiful and so soft and hung past her bottom. Ella’s father always joked that it was the perfect camouflage for the most perfect bottom in all the land.

Lady Celestria could always tell where Ella was, even when she was hiding. Ella’s mother called to her without ever turning from the mirror, “Ella, my love, are you even ready for your own party?” Her mother asked in her sweet, angelic voice.

Ella put one bare foot out into the light and then pulled it back. “No, I’m not ready,” she giggled before jumping out to show her mother her pet. “Say hello to Francis.” Francis was a mouse, one of many that Ella had befriended but she seemed to have a special bond with this one. She had always liked little creatures more than people. Even though after tonight, Ella would officially no longer be a girl, she thought she would always prefer to spend her time with her mice and birds and barnyard animals.

Her mother turned from her reflection and laughed as she saw who Francis was. Lady Celestria’s laughter was a melody and her mother’s voice was the song. “I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Francis,” her mother nodded to the mouse very properly, as if he were a gentleman. “Now kindly go off somewhere while I help my ragamuffin daughter look like the beautiful, young lady that she is.”

Ella chucked Francis under the chin and whispered into his tiny, pink ear, “I’ll bring you something to eat later.” She set him free and watched as he scurried across the stone floor toward the heavy wooden door. Francis squeezed his tiny body under the exit and Ella hoped that he would stick to the shadows and beware of crossing paths with either of the cats.

Lady Celestria patted the purple cushion next to her, “Come, sit with me, my love. Let me comb your hair.” Her mother always looked at Ella with an expression somewhere between amusement and adoration. As her parent’s only child, Ella felt lucky to have so much attention. She was about to be usurped though and she still didn’t know how she felt about that. One look at her mother’s huge belly and Ella felt it may even be sooner than they thought.

She sat next to her mother and inhaled her familiar scent deeply. Lady Celestria smelled like citrus and something warm and spicy from the kitchen. Ella always enjoyed wrapping her arms around her and burying her nose in Lady Celestria’s silken, straw colored hair. “Do you think the baby will come tonight?” she asked quietly. Ella didn’t want to be concerned and she knew it was petty to be jealous, but still, it was Ella’s birthday. It was enough that it came on summer solstice and the whole town came to the celebration. The party was set to begin once the sun set and would last well into the wee hours of the morning. It just didn’t seem fair to ask her to share her mother and her special day.

Ella’s hair was the same color as her mother’s but she hardly ever noticed it. She left it to her mother to comb. Lady Celestria was patient with the knots and careful not to pull Ella’s hair. Her mother stopped combing for a minute and held her breath. When she exhaled, it was deep and full and seemed to carry a groan with it. “No, I don’t believe the baby will come tonight, my love,” her mother answered tenderly. “And if the baby did, that would never make me love you any less, Ella,” she whispered. “Do you want to say hello to your brother or sister?” Lady Celestria reached for Ella’s hand with her own tiny one and pressed Ella’s palm against her burgeoning belly.

Ella was unsure if she wanted to. The belly seemed alien and not at all cuddly like a newly hatched chick or a small, furry mouse. She pulled her hand away, “No thank you, mother.” Ella did want to kiss Lady Celestria though and she pressed her lips to her mother’s smooth, warm cheek.

“That’s much better,” her mother ran her fingers through Ella’s locks and arranged them over one shoulder. “You’re such a beautiful girl, my dear, and one day,” Lady Celestria tapped the tip of Ella’s nose with her index finger to accentuate her point, “mark my words, some young man will notice how beautiful you are as well.”

“A young man?” Ella asked and shook her head. Her mother and father were the only ones, as far as she knew, who knew the secret and the secret Avrupa yakası travesti changed everything. “What would he think of me?” Ella whispered hotly as she imagined revealing herself to a handsome stranger.

Lady Celestria ran her hands up and down Ella’s arms. Her mother’s gentle touch left behind a trail of goosebumps. “He would think you were an angel just as you are,” her mother looked into her eyes and murmured, “like we all do.”

“But it’s getting bigger,” Ella finally confided in her mother, speaking just above a whisper. She fidgeted and brought her hand down to the center of her dress. She adjusted with a sigh, bigger and more and more awkward and the more aware of it that she became, the more freakish Ella felt.

Lady Celestria drew her brows together and emitted another low groan. Her mother put her hand on the table as if she needed the support to stay seated upright. Once the moment had passed, she prompted Ella, “Stand up and lift your dress for me, my love.”

Ella did as she was told and felt it shift between her legs as the cool breeze touched her bare skin.

“My sweet girl,” her mother cooed, “of course it’s more noticeable when you’re not wearing any undergarments.”

Ella’s thick, juicy pink cock seemed to know that it was the center of attention and it had risen to the occasion. It saluted Lady Celestria and bobbed a gracious hello to all. “I despise the undergarments,” Ella pouted. She pursed her lips together and watched with a dismayed expression as her monstrosity wiggled and dripped. She blushed as she watched it, partly ashamed and yet it was difficult to tear her eyes away. It was endlessly fascinating. Sometimes, alone in her room, she had begun to touch it and the strangest, most magical sensations occurred when she fondled herself.

She’d never tell that to her mother though.

Lady Celestria’s bottom lip curled as she attempted to keep her smile hidden from her daughter. “My love, all women despise the undergarments but now that you’re all grown up, it’s something that a proper young lady must do.”

The sound of footsteps echoed down the corridor outside Lady Celestria’s chamber and Ella gasped and dropped the dress, quickly smoothing the fabric down over her erection. She silently prayed not to be found out as she had a thousand other times since she realized that her dick was a secret. She thought once more, please, don’t let any of the servants know that Lord and Lady Hastings, the regents of the land, have a monster for a daughter.

The heavy wooden door was thrown open and a female voice announced, “Lord Thomas has come to see you, Madam.”

“Father!” Ella clapped her hands and ran to him. She threw her pale, little arms around his thick neck as Lord Thomas scooped her up in his arms.

“Aw, my pretty, sweet girl,” he held Ella close and kissed her forehead. Lord Thomas was built like an ox. He had a long, thick beard like the Vikings that she had seen pictures of in a book that he had been reading. His shoulders and his arms, even his calves and feet were all so massive and manly, Ella always felt safe when he was near. Lately, she had begun to wonder if she hadn’t perhaps inherited her sizable cock from him as well. It was one more thing that she’d never say out loud to either parent. “Are you ready for the party, Ella?” he asked as his eyes twinkled with mischief as always.

“After I put on some undergarments,” Ella curled her upper lip to show him how much disdain she had for them.

He set her down and looked past Ella to her mother, as if to confirm. He nodded, following Lady Celestria’s lead, “Yes, my dear if your mother thinks that you should, then you do need to wear those, my dear. You know after tonight, you’re no longer a girl.”

Not a girl, not a boy, she had breasts and round hips and long hair and blue eyes like Lady Celestria. Her limbs were soft and milky white and her voice, although it held none of the musical qualities of her mother’s, was a girl’s voice. It was just the pink, beefy appendage that bounced with her every step that made her so much less than feminine. The heavy balls that swung between her dainty thighs, full and warm and scented and they seemed to insist on being noticed. They would be trapped and bound in the lacy, satin undergarments and they would hate it. “I know, father,” Ella nodded, almost sad that she was having a birthday now if undergarments were a permanent part of the sentence.

“Don’t pout, my lovely,” her father leaned in to kiss her forehead. “We’ll have a wonderful time tonight.”

She inhaled Lord Thomas’ scent deeply. He smelled of the sea and the barn and of his furry manliness. Ella found it a comfort. “I’ll be ready shortly,” Ella promised like a dutiful daughter.

“Good, now go, run along Ella,” her father pointed to the door and nodded. “I need a moment alone with your mother,” he added under his breath and Ella felt that the meaning under his words corresponded to the sensations that she had recently begun to feel coursing through Avrupa yakası travestileri her body.

As she closed the door behind her, she could hear Lord and Lady’s sighs and the soft, familiar noises of lingering kisses.

***

The moon hung low in the sky as Ella’s eighteenth birthday celebration commenced. It looked to be heavy and ripe in the sky. It was a full, almost golden moon that was as bright as the lingering sun to the west that spilled reddish pinks and decadent oranges along the horizon. The fireflies twinkled like stars that dipped down from the heavens and reached out to be touched. The warm evening air was heavily scented from the roses in the courtyard, freshly dampened with dew. Summer solstice carried its own special magic but tonight seemed to be particularly enchanted. Sometime after midnight, her father clasped her shoulder with a heavy, square hand and pondered, “Ah, my Ella, you’re all grown up now. Pretty soon you’ll be leaving us.” He held a stein of ale in the other hand and it sloshed and splashed a few droplets on Ella’s forearm. She’d seen her father inebriated before and knew he was quick to laugh or cry, depending on the mood.

The thought of leaving home was new and bothersome enough to stop Ella mid twirl. “Why would I leave you, father?” she wondered.

Lord Thomas touched her chin and then her cheek with his warm paw. “Why because that’s what young ladies do when they fall in love and get married,” he murmured.

Ella looked down at the ground. Just because her father knew her secret didn’t mean that she wanted to delve into her recent discoveries regarding it. “Even me?” Her throat was dry when she thought of the rather cumbersome reason why she didn’t believe him and she could barely even ask.

Lord Thomas grabbed Ella by the waist and picked her up as if she were a mere stick. “My sweet girl, you’re the best of both worlds and don’t ever let anyone else try to tell you otherwise. You have a little something extra special.” He laid his finger on the side of nose and winked at her, “or quite a large something extra but that’s even better.”

Her father’s mouth was still open when the cry came. Lord Thomas and Ella both froze in place. She didn’t even breathe as the sound came again. It was the sound of a wounded animal, a cry of pain and longing that ripped the night air in two. It was her mother and again, the sound came, the sound of a broken heart as she called to him. “Thomas!”

He set Ella down quickly and ran to her mother. Ella crouched in the shadows and was afraid to move as her father called out, “Fetch me the midwife.”

The revelry ended abruptly with murmurs. The villagers scurried out into the night with worried faces. Her mother’s screams of pain carried on until the sun came up the next day. Ella walked the corridors, back and forth: she paced and held her breath as she waited for the next wail. How long could it go on for, she wondered? It had to end soon, she hoped it would. How much fuss could one baby make? Once the sunshine lit the walls in her bedroom, Ella couldn’t help but doze off on her bed. She was exhausted and her feet were sore and filthy.

She woke from a fitful nap to silence and realized that not knowing was worse than Lady Celestria’s screams. Ella tiptoed to her mother’s room and lingered outside, just behind the open door so that she could watch her new sibling from a safe distance.

There was no movement. Instead, Ella just saw Lord Hastings and her mother was quite still. She watched as her father, the big man, the tower of strength, kneeling beside her mother’s bed. Ella heard the muffled sobs that came from his shaking body and it was enough to make her gasp. What could have possibly happened to make him cry?

Her father raised his head. It was too late to run back to her room and pretend it was all a dream, just a nightmare from which she could awaken. “Daughter, come here,” Lord Thomas’s voice, normally a mighty boom and a boisterous laugh, was old and dry and barely more than a whisper. “Come and sit with your mother and I,” he patted the green blanket on her mother’s mattress.

Lady Celestria had always been pale but now her skin was more translucent. It seemed as if she were becoming invisible and would eventually disappear altogether. Her eyes were closed and Ella choked back a sound that was building in her throat as she noticed that her mother’s chest didn’t rise or fall. She was still.

Her belly must have emptied though and Ella was afraid to ask, afraid to know how much she would hate the little one that had stolen her mother from her. “Where is the baby?” she asked her father solemnly.

“There were two,” her father had never sounded so small or so sad. “A boy and a girl, stillborn,” his voice cracked. “Oh my love,” he cried and Ella joined him in quiet, huddled sobs as the hot, salty tears soaked the bloody sheet below Lady Celestria.

After some time lost in his grief, her father took a deep breath and put his protective arm over Ella’s shoulders Travesti avrupa yakası and pulled her near. “Don’t you leave me too, my dearest girl. You stay here with your papa. Promise me?”

How much had changed in just a few short hours. Ella felt as if she had aged far beyond her eighteen years. She was drained, not just tired from the sleepless night. She felt empty as if her mother had taken a piece of her along to the other side. It was an easy promise to make. Ella had never wanted to leave home and she had doubts about a man finding her beautiful once he saw her pink, throbbing monstrosity. “I promise, father,” Ella told him, ever the dutiful daughter.

***

On the morning of her twentieth birthday, Ella woke to the sound of her birds chirping from the window ledge. She was known to leave crumbs for them there. “Good morning,” she greeted them in a soft tone that they found soothing. “Hungry already? You’re going to get fat if you keep eating like this you know,” she nodded to herself but thought the birds understood. “I don’t have to remind you what the cats will do to you if they catch you, do I?” She giggled to herself and told herself to remember an extra slice of bread from the kitchen.

Extras had been getting more and more scarce lately. Ever since the new Lady Hastings and her daughters had taken residence, there was never enough to go around. Ella curled her upper lip in disdain as she thought of her stepmother. She was a nothing, a nobody, almost a peasant and worse, she was mean. The audacity that the old cow had to call herself Lady Hastings when she was so beneath Ella’s mother infuriated Ella. She and her daughters were so unworthy and ungrateful. Her stepmother’s real name was Margery and that was how Ella addressed her regardless of how many times she insisted on the official title. Her daughters, Anastasia and Druscilla, were ugly, little witches that their mother tried to pass as Duchesses. They were every bit as repulsive as their mother and the three of them were eating Ella and her father out of house and home.

Her father never would have permitted it, or their treatment of Ella, if he weren’t a dried up husk. Lord Hastings was a mere ghost of the man that she remembered. When Margery had sent Ella to sleep in the attic on a straw mattress, she’d run to her father’s chamber for aid. Ella had sat on the edge of his bed and reached for his bony fingers, “Father, Father, please wake up.”

His beard was no longer the dark, bushy Viking beard that she remembered. It had become sparse and snowy and his face had become skeletal and almost translucent. Lord Thomas’ eyes, previously always twinkling with mischief, were now always wet with tears. “Celestria? Are you there?” he gasped her mother’s name and his unfocused eyes seemed to fixate above Ella’s head as if there were angels nearby.

Her poor father had never recovered from losing his love and the babies. He’d wandered through the house like a ghost and incessantly looked for his bride. Ella had watched as he’d grown thinner and paler. He had begun to mumble conversations with his dead wife until the whole village thought he was crazy. She’d kept him in his room more for his own safety to begin with. As he had gotten thinner, he seemed to be exhausted from doing nothing. When Margery showed up, slithering into their lives like the serpent she was, Lord Thomas barely left his bed.

Ella had patted his hand tenderly and told him in a soft voice, “Yes, my love,” as if she were her mother, there to console him.

He seemed to take some comfort from Ella’s lie and nodded off with her hand folded to his chest. Ella had known then that she was truly alone in the world.

Once her bed was placed in the attic, Ella realized that the solitude was actually much better than their company. Alone with her animals, she felt much calmer in the garret than looking across the table at her stepsister’s repulsive faces. The alone time had provided her with a new, favorite past time as well.

Ella rolled to her back as her large, thick cock seemed to call to her. First thing in the morning, ever since she had begun to pay attention to it, the appendage greedily beckoned for her affections. Now that her room was so far away from prying eyes, Ella slept naked. She seemed to crave the touch of her own flesh and this morning she closed her eyes and let her fingers caress her curves. Her breasts and hips had filled out recently and a glance or two in her stepmother’s full length mirror confirmed that Ella was quite voluptuous. Her nipples were pink and puckered and almost always pointed and ached to be touched. This morning, they stood straight up, as if seeking another’s mouth. No one had ever done so but as Ella pinched and rolled her sensitive buds, she imagined that it would feel quite lovely.

She had never been properly introduced to the stable boy but Ella had seen him several times in the market. Their eyes had met and melded. He wasn’t a boy really, he was a young man and he was muscular and tan and lean and wiry all at the same time. It was a lovely package that made something inside her melt and pulse and call to him. With one small hand on her round breasts, Ella wound her fingers back and forth as her buds sprang to life. She imagined the man from the stables. He was stripped to his waist and gleamed with sweat. He finally touched her everywhere.

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In the world of BDSM, there are many myths about Black men and the way Empress Noire figures it, those myths are actually harmful. The six-foot-tall and sexy, alluring and dreadlocked, thirty-something Black lady has been a professional dominatrix for over a decade and knows the truth. Not every Black man is a bull with a huge Black cock, ready to fuck White wives and wimpy White male cuckolds. Some Black men want to get tied up by dominant women and fucked in the ass with big strap-on dildos. Some Black men want dominant women to sit on their faces. Not every Black man is a macho thug. Nothing wrong with Black men having diverse and complex desires. They’re human too…

Empress Noire is trying to liberate the modern Black man. First, though, this sexy and wicked Black dominatrix has to save Black men from themselves. Black Femdom is the Black man’s salvation, they just don’t know it yet. At a time when every Black female dominant in the world of BDSM is chasing White guys left and right, Empress Noire deals exclusively with Black men. Someone’s got to be there for the submissive Black man and Empress Noire has staked her claim. The power of Black Femdom will save the Black man and make the world a better place. It’s Empress Noire’s mission statement, for real.

“You’re my bitch, my own personal bitch,” Empress Noire said, cackling gleefully. The six-foot-tall and curvy, dark-skinned African American dominatrix laughed like a hyena as she snapped the chastity device on Myron Donaldson’s big Black dick. The big and tall Black man groaned as his big Black cock and big Black balls got encased in the clear chastity device. Just like that, one of the Atlanta BDSM scene’s top Black bulls embarks on his journey as a new Black male submissive. Empress Noire doesn’t play and even Black bulls can be turned into Black cuckolds and Black male bitches as far as she’s concerned.

“Oh fuck,” Myron said, trying not to scream. Empress Noire grinned wickedly and took out her bag of tricks. Out of it she pulled a blonde wig, a bright pink bra, bright pink panties and a pair of pink high heeled shoes. Myron looked at them and shook his head. Empress Noire is a mean bitch who likes to emasculate Black men. This scary bitch has no pity whatsoever for Black men. A lot of Black female dominants in the world of BDSM refuse to cuckold, sissify or emasculate Black men, preferring to dole out punishment to White male submissive types instead. Empress Noire doesn’t play that shit.

“I shall call you Miss Myron,” Empress Noire said as she put the former Black bull on his knees and did his makeup. Myron struggled but could not resist Empress Noire. After getting made up, Myron put on the blonde wig and the bright pink bra, bright pink panties and bright pink high heeled shoes. Empress Noire smiled excitedly as Myron looked at himself in the mirror. Who would have thought that such a macho Black man, a former college football player, could be such a great Black sissy slut? Empress Noire has that Black girl magic and puts it to good use.

“I am Miss Myron and I am ready to serve,” said the new Black sissy. Empress Noire nodded, pleased to hear those words. In the world of BDSM, just Kurtköy travesti about every Black female dominant caters to White male submissive types and ignores the needs of submissive Black men. Empress Noire is changing that by cuckolding Black men, sissifying Black men and emasculating Black men. Submissive Black men don’t have to chase after dominant White women anymore. There is a mean, scary Black bitch who is more than willing to torment Black men in her BDSM dungeon. For a price, of course.

“Twerk that Black ass of yours in them pink panties for me like the good Black sissy slut that you are,” Empress Noire ordered. Miss Myron nodded and started twerking that ass. The sexy Black dominatrix fingered her pussy while watching the big and tall Black man shake that ass. A lot of Black men got that fake macho thing going on. They act all big and bad, swaggering and acting like thugs. A lot of not so intelligent Black women think that only thuggish Black men are real men. Empress Noire definitely knows better. Black thugs have been known to ride Empress Noire’s strap-on dildo and she fucks them real good. This Black dominatrix doesn’t play that stuff.

“Yes ma’am,” Miss Myron said while twerking that big Black ass in them pink panties. Just last week, Myron the bull went to a swingers party where a tall and sexy, blonde-haired and blue-eyed White woman named Colleen sucked his big Black dick. Myron rammed his big Black dick down Colleen’s throat and the blonde-haired White chick got so into it that she asked her husband, a balding, nerdy White guy named Scott, to join in. Myron ended up blowing his load all over Colleen and Scott’s faces after they finished sucking his big Black dick. Yeah, Myron knows what it’s like to be a dominant Black man. That’s why Empress Noire is turning Myron into her own personal Black sissy…

“Alright, now, bend over,” Empress Noire ordered, and Miss Myron did as he was told. The tall and curvaceous Black dominatrix came up behind her new Black male sissy and admired his Black ass in those panties. Grinning, Empress Noire grabbed Miss Myron’s big Black cock and balls, still encased in the clear chastity device, and squeezed them. Miss Myron squealed like a bitch. Laughing, Empress Noire grabbed some lotion and spread Miss Myron’s ass cheeks. Next, Empress Noire pressed her strap-on dildo against Miss Myron’s butt hole and pushed. Time for the new Black male sissy slut and former Black bull to discover what it’s like to get pegged by a dominant Black woman.

Empress Noire snapped her fingers, and out of the dungeon’s shadows came a tall, slender young Black man wearing a mask. Miss Myron blinked as he recognized his good buddy Ralph, a fellow Black bull who also works in the Atlanta BDSM scene and swingers circles. A few months ago, Myron and Ralph did a foursome with a White couple, Mildred and Joshua. Myron bent the sexy, blonde and big-bottomed Mildred over and fucked her pussy while Ralph got his dick sucked by Mildred’s husband Joshua. The two heteroflexible Black men had a good time…

“Miss Myron, be a dear and suck Ralph’s big Black dick,” Empress Noire ordered. Miss Myron hesitated, Kurtköy travestileri and got a smack on the ass for that hesitation. Ralph came forward, stroking his big Black cock. Miss Myron nodded and grabbed Ralph’s dick. Just like that, the Black male sissy slut started to suck another Black man’s dick. Thrilled by this new development, Empress Noire gripped Miss Myron’s hips and fucked his Black ass with the strap-on dildo. Judging by how easily the dildo slid into Miss Myron’s asshole, this Black male sissy slut is no stranger to ass fucking. How cool is that?

“Suck that dick, Myron,” Ralph said, grinning as he rammed his big Black dick down Miss Myron’s throat. The Black male sissy slut was filled at both ends, with Ralph’s dick down his throat and Empress Noire’s dildo up his Black ass. Empress Noire fucked Miss Myron like there was no tomorrow. Black men are not immune to being cuckolded. Black men are not immune to being sissified. Black men are not immune to being pegged or strap-on fucked. Empress Noire is practicing true equality by doing for Black male submissive types what every female dominant does for White men. Is she progressive or what?

“Let’s try something else,” Empress Noire said to Ralph and Miss Myron, a little while later. After taking a breather, everyone was ready for some more fun. Miss Myron got back on all fours and Ralph came up behind him. Putting on a condom, Ralph lubricated Miss Myron’s asshole and then pushed his big Black cock up the Black male sissy slut’s warm asshole. Miss Myron groaned as Ralph’s dick popped into his butt hole. Next, Empress Noire came up behind Ralph. Time for the Black bull to realize that at the end of the day, the dominant Black woman owns the Black bulls, the Black cuckolds, the Black sissies and all Black male submissive types. It’s the Black Femdom way.

“Hmm, damn,” Ralph said, groaning as he experienced twin sensations of matching intensity. Miss Myron’s asshole felt warm and tight around Ralph’s big Black cock. Empress Noire gripped Ralph’s hips and slammed the dildo up his Black ass. The heteroflexible Black man moaned and groaned, overwhelmed by these intense sensations. Miss Myron squealed, loving the feel of Ralph’s big Black cock up his Black ass. Every time Empress Noire rammed her dildo up Ralph’s ass, it got his dick harder, which thrilled Miss Myron. Empress Noire laughed as she fucked the hell out of the two Black men, utterly dominating the hell out of them.

“I need some dick too,” Empress Noire said with a sly smile, after ravaging Miss Myron and Ralph’s holes. The two Black men exchanged a nod and a smile. Empress Noire ditched her strap-on dildo and got on her knees. Ralph and Myron grinned as Empress Noire grabbed their big Black dicks and took them into her mouth. Ralph sighed as Empress Noire deep-throated his big Black cock while stroking Myron’s big Black dick. In no time, Empress Noire got both Black men hard as a rock. Without another word, Empress Noire got on all fours and shook her big, sexy Black ass.

“Whatever the lady wishes,” Myron said, and he stroked his big Black dick as he approached Empress Noire. The tall, sexy Black dominatrix Travesti kurtköy grinned as the big Black man, still in sissy gear, caressed her big Black ass. Empress Noire winced as Myron smacked her big Black ass. Ralph smiled and spanked Empress Noire as well. Turnabout is fair play and if the strong Black woman can dish it out then she must be able to take it. Myron and Ralph are horny as hell and want some of that pussy and ass. Empress Noire had better deliver, for real.

“Ride me,” Ralph said as he lay flat on the dungeon’s carpet while stroking his big Black cock. Empress Noire smiled and nodded as she straddled him. The sexy Black woman licked her lips as Ralph caressed her big tits, then thrust his big Black cock into her pussy. Meanwhile, Myron came up behind Empress Noire and admired her thick Black ass. Grabbing some lotion, Myron smeared it all over his big Black dick then spread Empress Noire’s thick ass cheeks. Without further ado, Myron pushed his big Black cock into Empress Noire’s asshole. Dominant Black women can and will get ass fucked by worthy Black men. Someone’s got to take care of their needs…

“Hmm, fuck me,” Empress Noire said, squealing in delight as the two heteroflexible Black studs fucked her. Ralph sucked on Empress Noire’s tits as he slammed his big Black cock into her surprisingly tight pussy. Bitch must do some Kegel exercises or something. At the same time, Myron pushed his big Black dick into the forbidden depths of Empress Noire’s butt hole. Dominant Black women quite often have tight assholes and Myron savored every moment he got to keep his big Black dick embedded in Empress Noire’s asshole. Let the good times roll…

Empress Noire screamed like a madwoman as Ralph ravaged her sweet pussy with his big Black dick while Myron fucked her asshole like there was no tomorrow. The two heteroflexible Black men laughed as they fucked their favorite Black lady with passion. This sexy dominant Black lady loves bi Black men but enjoys dominating them a little too much. Someone’s got to remind her what it’s like to be at the bottom. In this fashion, Ralph and Myron fucked Empress Noire until the bitch tapped out. After catching their breath, they went to the showers together.

“You belong to me,” Empress Noire said to Ralph and Myron, after all was said and done. The two Black men smiled nervously as they exited the shower and took the towels which a certain sexy, wicked Black lady handed them. Empress Noire likes to torment the brothers and fucks them roughly but it comes from a place of love. After getting dressed, Myron and Ralph thanked Empress Noire for a wicked good time and hit the road. Empress Noire went back to her living room and watched TV while having a glass of red wine. The Black female dominant feels radiant and refreshed after this evening’s session, and with good reason.

Good news for bisexual Black men, heteroflexible Black men and kinky heterosexual Black men with wild fetishes. Black on Black kink is becoming a thing nowadays. There is a small but growing number of Afrocentric female dominants like Empress Noire out there who want to deal with Black men. Just about every Black female dominant in the world of BDSM seems to be allergic to Black men and programmed to chase White guys, but not Empress Noire. This sexy, bossy Black lady is a pain in a lot of Black men’s asses…literally. Be glad she’s on our side. Black men need Black female domination too and someone’s got to do it.

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Beginnings Ch. 07

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(This chapter takes a turn. If you aren’t comfortable with family relations, don’t read this one)

As usual, I had highly sexual dreams. The one I remembered most was a replay of yesterday’s fun with Evan and Trevor, except this time, Trevor was putting that big sausage inside of me. I imagined it nearly splitting me open, and him dumping cups of cum in me. And, while the real me knew it had to be painful, dreaming me was begging him to slam his thick meat in me. Were these just weird dreams, or prophecies? Anyway, I woke up early, worried about Dad. I still had my silicone breasts glued to my chest (I couldn’t resist sleeping in them for the first time) so I put light makeup on, brushed my hair out, and slipped on a loose fitting, but short, summer dress on. I made my way to the kitchen, trying to be quiet, and made breakfast. I was almost ready to put biscuits, eggs, bacon on plates, when the aroma of coffee woke Dad.

He walked up behind me, leaned down and kissed my cheek, and whispered, “Thanks, Honey, for last night, and this, breakfast, this morning. I was crazy to drink so much. ” When I turned with the plates, his eyes caught the bumps of my breasts, and he really smiled.”Oh, Valerie, they look even better than I thought. They are perfect for you. Umm… it might be weird, but, can I…feel them?”

I know I blushed, but I put the plates on the table, and poured our coffees, and said, “S-sure Dad, after all, you bought them. I guess it’s only fair.” I dropped my arms and stood in front of him. His big hands cupped each one, and he let his fingers squeeze and explore.

He pulled away, and sat to eat. I followed. After a couple of bites, he cleared his throat and said, “they feel pretty real. Do you like them? I mean, does it feel right, to have them on? You aren’t just wearing them because They are a gift, are you?” I shook my head no, and swallowed my food.

“I…love them. It really makes me feel more like Valerie. Thank you so much. I was so happy to find them, and putting them ON? Wow, Honestly, makes me want real ones. Oh, crap, did I say that out loud?”

Dad laughed out loud, and replied, “You did. And, I guess, with your mom gone, you have decisions to make, about your future. We don’t have a lot of money, but I will help with anything I can.”

I sat in silence, chewing the food, and my thoughts. He kept eating, watching me, patiently waiting.

“Dad, I know this is all still pretty new, but, I’ve never been happier, or felt more …me, in my life. It’s like, before, there was something always missing. I never fit in anywhere. I’m sure there will be some flak from school, and some of the bullies, but, I want to be Valerie all the time…IF you are ok with it. And, it’s weird, but… I don’t FEEL gay, but (blushing again) when I’m Valerie, it’s so natural to, um… WANT to make guys feel good. And, I must be pretty good at it. It’s awkward to admit it, but, it feels better to tell you.”

He reached out, took my hand, noticing the pink nail polish for the first time. “I was pretty sure that was your answer. I will take off work tomorrow. We can go to the court house, get your name changed, make an appointment with the doctor about starting you on estrogen, or whatever they use these days, and, since you only have a few outfits, I guess we could go shopping to buy a few things, today, ok? Do I need to go to the school with you, to sort that out? I never dreamed I’d go Göztepe travesti from having a nerdy, insecure son, to having a sexy, outgoing daughter, in just a few weeks. Oh, and uh, the…sex thing? I, I’ve been reading about that. I guess it’s a normal reaction. Your feminine self is just reacting.”

I was beaming. “You think I’m sexy, Dad? You aren’t just saying that to make me feel good?”

He looked surprised and said, ” Not a chance! The first time I saw you, I thought, oh, to be young, and single….AND not be your Dad.” He chuckled at that. I got up, leaned over, kissed his cheek. I cleaned the dishes, put everything away, got out some pumps to wear. Dad and I spent the afternoon, running around stores, holding hands and shopping. Every time someone would look strangely at us, Dad would, in a loud voice ask, “Doesn’t my daughter look beautiful?” Which, of course, embarrassed me, AND the people who were assuming something else. We had a blast. I think it really took his mind off Mom for a few hours.

We got a pizza and headed home. While we were heating it up, Dad asked if I’d like a beer. Wow, he’d never asked me before, so of course I answered yes. We sat on the couch, devouring pizza, swilling down beers, and watching a movie. Dad wrapped his arm around me and I leaned in closer. I’m not sure why, but it felt pretty normal, just Dad, daughter bonding. After 3 beers, I was buzzing, and I liked that feeling. Dad was up on me by at least 2 beers, and we both made trips to the bathroom. Sitting back down, though, we resumed our spots on the couch.

Dad leaned over, kissed the top of my head and said, “I love you, Valerie.” I kissed his cheek and told him I loved him too. This softer side of Dad was making me love him so much more. With Mom out of our lives, we needed each other more. I was into the movie, and am not sure just when I realized that Dad’s fingers were cupping my right silicone breast. I obviously didn’t feel all that he was doing, but did feel the pressure on my chest, AND couldn’t ignore the bulge growing in his pants. CRAP, he’s getting excited. What the hell do I do?

I sat there, trying not to stare at it, or focus on him caressing my “boob”, but the buzz was not helping. I looked up at him, his eyes still on the screen, but a smile on his face. I think he MUST be pretty buzzed as well, because…you know, I’m, well…

I felt his hand slide under my “breast” and on my hip, then down to my thigh. I’m trembling, unsure what to do as his fingers are slowly pulling the hem of my dress higher. A glance at his cock showed me it was at full mast, and my dress is bunched up on my stomach, I swallowed hard as his fingertips rubbed the “mound” in the front of my panties,that still looked like a females.

“Dad! Dad,, you-you’re… touching me.”

He looked down at my legs, my panties, covered by his hand, and whispered, “Oh, Valerie. You are so sexy. I didn’t mean to but, but…a man has needs. It’s been so long for me, and you look sooo good. I need you, honey…please.”

My mouth fell open. This is my DAD. I can’t do this….can I? I know he saw the shocked look on my face, but he pulled my hand to his hard cock. Feel this, baby? I need help. You…you said you loved doing it. Can’t you help Your Dad, just once?” It was at that moment that I knew I shouldn’t have opened up so much. But, here we were, a sex starved wanna be girl, and an extremely Göztepe travestileri horny man. I lowered my eyes, and my face, and unzipped him. I pulled his long hard cock free and he gasped, and put his other hand on my head. “YES, Baby, Yes! Do it, I need you!”

I closed my eyes, and ran my tongue on the head of his cock, he was already leaking precum, and his moans got louder. “God, yes, Valerie, don’t stop! Take it all!” He was thrusting his hips higher, forcing his cock through my lips, and I swirled my tongue around him. So, I’m not only sucking cocks in a dress and makeup, I’m sucking my own Dad’s cock. “Oh, BABY, it’s SO good!! Suck me, make me cum ,Valerie!!” He was nearly shouting, thrashing, twisting,His hand on my head, and pressing on my mound as I sucked him as deep as I could. I was inching him into my throat, a little more each time, and he was freaking out.

Apparently, NOT something Mom had ever done (no shock) I’m not sure why, but it made me want to do more. Give him an experience he’d never felt. I felt him thrust up, and push that cock head into my throat as he yelled, “FUCK!!!” I felt his cum shooting in my throat, until I had to pull back for breath, and he still kept cumming. When he stopped cumming, I licked him clean. He pulled me up to kiss me, full on the lips! I NEVER expected that, either! He held me tight to him, his cock never softening.

Looking in my eyes he shakily asked,”Baby, can I take you to bed? Umm…make you a woman? Are you… ready for that?” Oh, shit! I didn’t see THAT coming. WAS I ready, for that next step? And, with my own Dad? He kept kissing me, rubbing his hands up and down my back, cupping my ass, thighs.

This is not how I imagined things going. Part of me knew at some point I’d be going further, but here? Now? And, poor Dad, so desperate for intimacy.

I took a deep breath, nodded yes. Who else loved me more? No one, ever. I got up, pulled him up, told him to get in bed, and I went to the bathroom. I found some coconut oil, and pressed it in me, and brought some to bed, to rub on Dad’s still hard cock. He laid me on my back, spread my legs and said, I’ll be gentle, baby. Your first time should be something to remember. (I thought to myself, he’s talking just like I’m a girl, losing her virginity) His fingers played on my star, gently pushing in, working it around. “Go ahead, Dad, I think I’m ready.” As I felt his head slowly pushing in, I remembered the previous night’s dream of getting stuffed and the pain, but So far, it wasn’t bad. Dad pushed his fat head in, then waited, until he was sure I’d relaxed, then pushed more. I gasped, and he stopped.

I assured him it was ok, He was filling me, but not as much pain as I imagined. He was giving me small kisses as he inched in, until I felt him pushed against my scrotum. I squeezed him a little with my legs, and he backed up, then pushed back in, a little more forcefully each time. “You are so tight, baby, just like your mother was.” I don’t know WHY I liked that? But I did, and started thrusting up to meet him. He was fucking me LIKE I was his daughter, it made me smile. I WAS Valerie, and I was giving him pleasure.

“Fuck me, Daddy, fill me with your seed. Make me a woman!” And we both increased our thrusts. By now, there was only pleasure as my sleeve took all of him. And calling him “daddy”, something I’d not done since I was maybe 6, drove him to fuck me harder Travesti Göztepe and faster.

“Yes, sweet girl, I’m going to fill you up! Breed you!” At first, I’d get annoyed, when he’d slow down, trying not to cum so fast, but every time, he’d come back with a vengeance, and it would drive me closer. My “clit” was leaking, and I felt myself about to cum, from deep in me. So much stronger than anything I’d felt before.

“Oh, Daddy, hurry, I’m going to cum!!!” And he pistoned into me until we both bucked and shuddered.

The feeling of hot cum filling me was so damned intense! I knew this was the me I’d been meant to be. I held Dad to me, wrapping arms and legs around him until his cock FINALLY softened and withdrew, and his cum leaked out of me, pooling on the bed.

I woke, with Dad still half covering me, so I had to push him a bit, so I could get to the bathroom. He opened his eyes, kissed my forehead. I crawled off the bed and was shocked to feel how sore I was. Legs, hips, ass, WOW. Oh, yeah, guess there was a reason. “I’m getting a Shower, Dad.”

I let the hot water run over me, as I washed off yesterday’s makeup, and sex. I stepped out as Dad came in, looking a little sheepish. Before he could say anything, I put my finger to his lips. “It’s ok, Dad. It was probably going to happen , sooner or later, and, I think we both enjoyed it. Let’s talk over breakfast. I dried off, put makeup on, slipped a sheer nightgown over me, to make breakfast. Dad came in, hugged me from behind.

“I’m so sorry, Valerie, I overstepped. I let the beer, and my own needs take control.” I know he was sincere, but I also feel his cock against my butt. Part of him wasn’t sorry. I had to giggle, and I pressed back against it.

“Part of you wants to do it again.” He blushed, and I put our plates on the table. “It really is ok, Dad. I didn’t think it would be YOU, but I knew it was only a matter of time. Besides, I think I’m glad it WAS you. You were so gentle and loving, and I can’t think of anyone that loves me more, or, (laughing) who NEEDED it more. You were a STUD! Mom doesn’t know what she’s missing. Let’s eat, get dressed, go to the school, doctor, and courthouse, THEN we can come home, and see if we want to try it again. It won’t be a regular thing, but, I don’t think I’ll mind sharing a bed with my handsome Dad sometimes.

We got some looks at school, but the only person who recognized me was Beth. She smiled SO big when she saw me, and gave me a hug. She hugged Dad, too, and told him she was so proud of him for supporting me. We BOTH got a kick out of the jock that always harassed me, hit on me. I figured I’d save my surprise to him, for another time. As far as the students knew, Valerie was a transfer from another school.

We had to do a paper chase at the courthouse, but an hour later, I was legally Valerie Jane Reynolds. It was 2 hours at the doctor’s office. Tests ran, inquisition on WHY I wanted to be a girl. (Duh, just LOOK at me) Anyway, I went home with a script for hormones, and testosterone blockers. I think I’d embarrassed the Dr, as he told me that the blockers would eventually cause me to lose erections, and I told him I was having much more fun not using it.

Looking back on it, all the time I spent, oogling girls, only to realize I wanted to LOOK like them. And from there, when you look like a girl, what does a guy want? I felt it was my duty, to give them what they want, AND have a few orgasms in the process. On the way home, I leaned over, put my hand on Dad’s lap, and said, “Dad, You back to work , and I go back to school, tomorrow. I suggest we get some take out, and enjoy the evening. Sound good?”

{ Hope you enjoyed this story. I had fun writing it.}

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Badger Redd 03

Hey there, hey people, it’s me, Badger Redd and it’s been a week since my big artifact discovery and I’m picking up this segment with the last-minute preparations for the artifact ceremony at the Middleton Civic Center as hosted by Mrs. Bentley. And to be clear, tee he, I’m popular now, but not hypnotized by the word “men” as some have suggested.

But men, right?

Men, I know that I said you couldn’t shower with Badger Redd in the police barracks, but I’m in charge men and I had an invite! Damn it, men, when Badger Redd asks for a Frosty Whipped Swirly, buy the damn Frosty Whipped Swirly Shop, men! Hah, all of you men are just jealous that I saw Badger Redd naked and you men weren’t there, hah! Now men, we need to be respectful to Badger Redd, even though that mud wrestling photo shoot with two other men was leaked on Chang. Men, just admit it, Badger Redd is sexy no matter what and sexy is sexy men!

Ahem, excuse me [reels in the spinning eyes]

[A brisk walk up the Strip Badger Redd style because there are last-minute errands]

“Oh, that’s right, Badger Redd, just briskly walk right past me without saying “hey” to me as I prop up the Clear Bottle Soda Pop Shop, even though I tried my very best to be your best friend the entire time we were growing up together, I mean, is this how it is when you get popular because you found the artifact of a lifetime, huh?”

“Oh, I remember your face, but I don’t remember anything at all about a lifetime of attempts to be my best friend growing up, so, I mean, I don’t have time to waste tonight because I just found out that I have ceremony errands to complete, so, let’s start with where did I live while we were growing up as, you know, not best friends, hmm?”

“Oh, you lived over there, so, hah! Like a couple of streets behind the “Stop & Rob” convenience store and there was a left turn and some trees and that circle drive thingy at the end of that one street and then there was that dogleg to the left and a brown house with a brown tree, so, you know, Badger Redd, you grew up just over there, so?”

Well, anyone could have guessed that, but trust me, Denny never tried to be my best friend growing up.

“What do you want, Denny? My list of errands is long tonight, so?”

“Well, Andi Pandi wants to talk to you, but you know, you have to go through my bed first to get to an audience with Andi Pandi and that’s how things work, so? And you’re hot and popular and I’m tired of getting my sex from a podcast, so?”

Um, folks, is getting your sex from a podcast a thing? Is that like phone sex or have I really missed something?

“Denny, that’s just stupid! But I like how you recognized that I’m popular and I’m in the loop now. But getting back to how there is no such thing a getting your sex from a podcast, I mean, the way I heard it since I’m popular now and actually hear things like gossip, is that your “podcast” sex is exactly the same as you laying in your bed with a drinking glass up to the wall and by the “ick, ewe” way, it had better be at least with your step sister’s bedroom wall that you creep freak listen through! And I’m only still standing here because I’m giving you one chance to convince me that you’re not completely 100% disgusting, so?”

“Hah! Well, of course it’s my step sister’s bedroom wall that I creep podcast my sex through because my momma gets her sex on Elm Street, Oak Street, South Street, Sheridan Street and Timberland Street and my dad gets his sex from the fag flop house on Franklin Street, so, hah, take that!”

[They both think about that for a moment and decide to leave things alone]

“Fine, Badger Redd, that sounded disgusting on 79 levels, but since I’m just 79th on Andi Pandi’s list, I mean (waah, waah, waah), I need to have sex with you since you’re so popular now since your big artifact find and that would boost my cred and besides, I’m dying and crying over your black lip gloss (waah, waah, waah) anyways, so, please!”

“Oh, my lip gloss is Black Cherry Molten Red and a few people who have tasted it have confirmed that it’s Black Cherry Molten Red and not true black, so, go ahead, pass out, butthead!”

They all pass out.

[Whoop, an informative outgoing text]

“Andi Pandi, I don’t talk to the hired help or flunkies!”

[Weep, an apologetic reply]

“That was unauthorized sweetie. If jerk wad passed out…”

[Weep, a follow up apologetic reply]

“U can write words on his forehead with a Sharpie.

[Weep, a follow up, follow up apologetic reply]

“AP crew hearts Badger Redd.”

Well then, this is why people in transition always carry a Sharpie in their back pocket! Not that I would do such a thing, tee he. But I’ll apologize back to Andi Pandi later because I really and actually meant to imply that Denny’s forehead meant Black Boot Crew Bitch Boy when I scribbled BBC Bitch Boy across his forehead and not the other way. But I’ll wait a while first to see if Tre from the southside texts me a thanks text for BBC Bitch Boy.

[Weep, Erenköy travesti a follow up, follow up text from Andi Pandi]

“Badger Redd, U get peacock feather circular eyespot thingy tattoo under booty?”

Well, it’s kind of a must when you’re under Peacock Penny’s charms, but those ocelli spots in the fanning of the peacock tail feathers are quite unique and cute, so, yeah, that’s right, I got that tattoo and some men watched!

Tee he, men! Men, I know it’s hard to take your eyes off of Badger Redd, but the nuclear power plant won’t run itself, men! Men, fine, I admit it, I went over to Badger Redd’s house to fix some plumbing, but then, men, tee he, my plumbing got drained and it was amazing, men! Tee he, men.

[Continues that brisk strut up the Strip since Denny passed out and his forehead claims him to be a BBC Bitch Boy, which Tre from the southside eventually sent a thanks text for, but the intended Black Boots Crew are pissed and demand a replacement]

“Oops, there’s no such thing as just strolling by without a proper “hey there, hey” Badger Redd and you know that since you’re in the mix of things now, so?”

Oh, that was true, but easily fixed.

“Hey there, hey, Wayne. Bye!”

[And the beat goes on… Hum to it. Cher, right?]

“Straight up, Badger Redd, what’s the Lycra spandex artifact ceremony going to be like, hmm? And I’m only asking because I’m the officially designated creep videographer for this ceremony and I want to do the Middleton Kazoo Gazette proud, so?”

“Oh, Sammi Boo, since the ancient Lycurgus Cups are weird green until you shine a light source through them from the inside, which makes the cups glow red, I mean, it’s a red lowcut evening gown affair and some women will balance that out with a red bra and the more daring woman will highlight that with a black bra and I did not ask the men to wear the corresponding yucky green because the ancient cups are actually a weird ass green color in their static state, so?”

“Badger Redd, your lips are deep, deep red!”

Finally! Someone noticed the difference!

“So, about 100 women in red then, Badger Redd, huh? And I bet your lips taste like Black Cherry soda, don’t they, Badger Redd?”

“[Gulp] it will be sea of red, Sammi Boo and from several countries. And a swamp of mismatched men in bad rental tuxedos. Also, did I gulp yet, tee he?”

“Oh, you gulped alright, Badger Redd. And are you Andi Pandi’s number one now? I’m her (should be) muscle and I go (ignore the PPO) where she goes, so?”

“Oh, I think I’m Andi Pandi’s number three, minus two, plus four, minus three, plus one, but I just found out from Mrs. Bentley that you’re banned from the ceremony for being a big creepy creep with a video camera and 20 PPOs against him, but I’ll put my phone on speaker every now and then so that you can hear what you’re missing, but that’s all, Sammi Boo, so?”

“Well, I like it by words anyways and don’t judge me for that because it’s better than listening through a wall with a drinking glass, so?”

“Forget it, Sammi Boo and…”

“Aw, come on, Badger Redd, you’re Badger Redd, so, why won’t you go all “Badger Redd” like Mookie goes all “Mookie” half of the time and convince Mrs. Bently that I’ll be on my best behavior at least until there is a worthy wardrobe failure or until the bust open the second case of Champagne, whichever comes first because this sea of red evening gowns ceremony is the hottest ticket in town, so?”

Hah! The second case of Champagne will be cracked open before the sound system check is completed!

“Pass out, Sammi Boo, but I’ll speak with Mrs. Bentley since I can see it in your eyes that you’re dying inside to know what flavor my lips might taste like.”

They all pass out. But the beat of errands must go on.

Oh, and by the way, nope, I will not be joining in the sea of red evening gowns. I like my Denim jeans.

“Ahem, I didn’t ask for the job from Peacock Penny, but I’m happy to do it for you, Badger Redd, you know, since we have a history together, so?”

Oh, we had history class together and a couple of study sessions together, but other than I’ve been lying about a couple of things, that’s all of the history I had with Ray Rage.

“Oh, Ray Rage then, um [smack, smooch, smack] and I didn’t ask Peacock Penny to assign you [smooch] as my back watcher [smack, peck], but being popular comes with a price [smooch, smooch, smack]. Just wear your dress leather jacket [peck, peck, peck] and make certain there is an inside pocket for my extra tubes of lip gloss [peck, smooch] and wear dark glasses!”

“I got your back, Badger Redd, but, um, I’ll probably have a couple of condoms in my other inside pocket, so, well, I’ll watch your back from all these men that want you now, so?”

“[Smooch, mwah] well, you’re not ever doing me raw again! But hush about that since nobody knows about that and my rep is I’m just a decent date, so, thanks for being there for me tomorrow night and bye! My Erenköy travestileri errands beat must go on [smooch, smooch, you were so good, smack, smooch].”

Men! He said men!

Men, we all want Badger Redd, so, how do we do this then, men? Men, men, gather around, I just found something on Chang that proves that Badger Redd has been more active than we have led to believe, men! Oh, oh, you men can do what you want, but I’m going to continue courting Badger Redd the old fashion way, men, by bumbling and babbling texts! Man up, jerk and court Badger Redd like the rest of us men, by whispering stupid stuff on the Strip! LOL, men!

Oh, was I babbling about men again, tee he?

“Excuse me, coming through, excuse me, elbowing my way through, excuse me!”

[Bits of peacock feathers flay and float all about in the air]

“[Gently slaps Badger Redd’s face] Badger Redd, I’m furious and seeing red because you’re screwing around with your men on the Strip, when there are so many open errands to be completed for the sea of red evening gowns gala tomorrow [gently slaps face again]. But I ended up with a lot more gold coins from your treasure hunt, so, we’re under each other’s charms equal, for now. Anyways, I just wanted to introduce you to the three newest promo petite Lil Ladies that I just hired from the coast of the Red Sea across the world. This is Red Pepper, Red Dipper and Red Weeper and they have insisted that their neoprene bikini bottoms for the promo Friday night on the Strip be red, so, now I have to change over the other 115 petite promo Lil Ladies outfits because these three petite ladies are too hot for even me to argue with and it’s all your fault, so, you better come up with another ancient treasure find, got it?”

Well, they all pass out and everything else is always my fault, I mean, just write those two things down right now, folks and we’ll all save some time going forward.

“[Cough, spits pieces of feather out, cough] Peacock Penny, I swear, um, well, hey there hey Lil Ladies Pepper Red, Dipper Red and Weeper Red, welcome to the promo team and by the way, well, I’ve always had the Red Sea coast on my bucket list, so, hi Lil Ladies, um, well, okay then, red bikini bottoms for the entire promo gig it is then, um.”

“[Gently slaps Badger Redd’s face] thank you, Badger Redd, but now, quit screwing around with your men on the Strip when there is a commotion down at the Red Dress Shop that needs to be handled and I can’t always do everything myself [gently slaps Badger Redd’s face]!”

I mean, that’s exactly where I was headed before I was interrupted by Peacock Penny and those other couple of men that held me up on the Strip as I briskly strutting.

Tee he, men!

Men, I must confess, these bites on my chest are not from my cat, so, I lied, men. Oh, you men can locker room trash talk all that you want about Badger Redd in the bed, men, but until you’ve had Badger Redd against the dish washer, well, you men haven’t lived yet! Aww come on, men, why would you make me confess that Badger Redd snuck into the bathroom with me during the last weeks card game, huh, men? Tee he.

[Still babbling with spinning eyes brisk strut up the Strip]

Um, I was arm hooked into the bathroom, the end. Well, then I passed out, the end.

“[Gently slaps Badger Redd’s face] Badger Redd, I wasn’t finished with you yet because my air tank and thong bikini video is trending hard on Chang, so, if you’re truly under my charms, then you will make it so I have a bigger role in your next job, like how I get my own treasure find job, so?”

“[Cough, spits pieces of feather out, cough] Peacock Penny, I’m way ahead of you because I’m already planning out my next, next treasure finding job, so, I’ll give you my next, next, minus one next job, but that’s for after this ceremony and because I just found out from you that I have to fix some commotion down the Strip at the Red Dress Shop, so, you can handle my next job semi solo, okay?”

“[Does not gently face Badger Redd’s face] really? Eek! Then I’m under your charms too, Badger Redd! But go fix that commotion and you might need some help from some men, so, eek, I get my own job!”

Well, it’s an easy find and I already said that my dad performed side work for a thief and it was kind of in plain sight once I saw it, so. Oh, and my next, next treasure find was in crazy plain site. Crazy plain sight.

But first, ahem, as Peacock Penny just mentioned, I had a commotion to fix and it might require the assistance of some men.

Men, Badger Redd needs a little assistance, so, get on that, men! Men, my head is spinning because I asked Badger Redd to make me a BLT and holy smokes, men, that bacon sizzled, men! Men, the word is that Badger Redd has another treasure coming up, men, so get ready, men, because I heard that a tall crane is required, men!

Tee he, men.

[The Red Dress Shop on the Strip front door chime, jingle, jangle]

“OMG, Badger Redd [a spider monkey leaping attack], Travesti erenköy I’m passing out from all my ceremony customers [Smooch, MWAH, smack]. I mean, I teamed up with the Black Bra Shop just to the south on the Strip and then I teamed up with the Red Bra Shop just to the north on the Strip and then, Karla from the Ebony Nylon Stockings Shop across the Strip joined in and Janie from the High Heels & Stiletto Shoe Shop is on her way with a truck load of high heel shoes and boom, we’re on track to make about a bazillion dollars from your ancient spandex find of a lifetime [MWAH].”

Well, I passed out. Again.

“[Slap, slap, slap] Badger Redd, wake up! It’s me, Margo from the Garter Belt Shop on the southern end of the Strip [slap, slap, slap], wake up, Badger Redd and put a baby in my belly for all the Garter Belts I’m selling since I just joined in with Tammi here at the Red Dress Shop!”

“(Grump, what, baby, sex, wake up) what, what happened?”

“Tee he, Badger Redd, you were dreaming that you actually hooked up with someone who didn’t have a girlfriend on the side! Well, in the front since you’re always on the side, but wake up! Anyways, wake up since there are women here from all over the globe! Also, tee he, we have to visit Stockholm. Oh, and tee he, Amsterdam too, so, wake up! And put a good word in with Andi Pandi for me since you’re her number three, minus two, plus four, minus three, plus one now [mwah, mwah, mwah, smooch, smack!]”

Well, sometimes being passed out on the floor isn’t so bad then, right?

“And because we need some men to help carry the gazillion boxes of heels from Janie’s cube truck to this Red Dress Shop because Janie’s cube truck is stuck in traffic behind the 18-wheeler tractor trailer that is hauling one black bra and one red bra for Mrs. Bentley!”

“(Giggles)”

Tee he, Margo said men like Police Chief Carson said men in the last chapter! Men, Badger Redd needs help with carrying boxes of shoes, men, because women need their high heels to push their booties up, men, so hop to it, men! Men, just because Badger Redd is passed out, that isn’t the same as a green light, men, so behave yourselves, men! Men, you’re all just jealous petty little men because you couldn’t trade places with me last night, men and sexy is sexy, men! That’s right, men, Badger Redd has feet skills and I’m not ashamed to admit that in front of you men!

“[Slap, slap, slap] Badger Redd, wake up! You’re babbling, again, and we need Janie’s product from her Black Stiletto & High Heels Shop on the Strip so the sea of women in red can push their booties up to here! Wake up!”

Tee he, hah, who needs men when Badger Redd has me to gently slap his face, huh, men? Oh, you men are lying to yourselves if you think that Badger Redd will crumble under your charms, you stupid men! OMG, why do men think that they can have it both ways? Men, that’s just stupid man talk, again, men! Men, Badger Redd brings it to the party and that’s that, men! OMG, men, it’s a little late to think about what happened now, men! Um, men, how many of you men think that Badger Redd is hotter than your wife, huh, men?

“[Slap, slap, slap] Badger Redd, wake up and stop babbling! We need some men, pronto!”

Oh, tee he, it’s just since the boat artifact float that the speaking of the word “men” has become my trigger word, tee he.

[Whoop, outgoing text to Andi Pandi]

“Janie needs help unloading up her high heels truck!”

[Almost instantaneous screeching, squealing, double parking, screech, slide it in sideways, beep, beep, squeal, Nathan jumps out and takes control]

“Men, get it to it! Janie, point it out to the men! Badger Redd, I brought some men to the rescue just as soon as Andi Pandi said “go” and by the way, Badger Redd, even in front of these men, I’m tossing out an official “hey there, hey” your way and not just because the jeans you’re wearing seem to be made exactly for you, mm, mm, mm, all the way around and up and down, so, hey there, hey, Badger Redd.”

“Oh, Nathan, oh my, um, I’m officially responding to your “hey there, hey” with a favorable “hey there, hey” back, but that needs to wait because right now, there are about a bazillion women inside of the Red Dress Shop trying to balance out how high they push their booties up in comparison to how low their evening gowns are cut, so, whip these men and let’s get this done! Also, I have two band aids on my head because I washed these jeans, shimmed them on and then tumbled myself in dryer while wearing them, so, um, hey there, hey, Nathan, so?”

Tee he, remember that intense time from the boat? Men!

Men, do this, men, do that! Load the truck, men! Men, unload the truck! Hey, I see you men trying to hip bump with Badger Redd! Man up, men and change Badger Redd’s tires on his truck! Come on men, Badger Redd is popular now, so get with it and help promote him to Andi Pandi’s number three, minus two, plus three and do it now, men! OMG, men! Well, hold up, I mean, it’s not all men, right? Oh, it’s always all men!

“Ahem, what, Badger Redd?”

“Oh, (snap, again with my weird babbling), um, Nathan, um, well, Nathan, I’m afraid that I’m just going to be a third wheel at the artifact ceremony after party tomorrow night, so, is that where maybe our “hey there, hey” thing starts, hmm?”

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When I first separated from my first wife, I was lonely and had a long time friend who was married and I occasionally played with. He and I went out for drinks one Friday night to a local alternative club. My buddy excused himself to go to the restroom. So, I people watched while at the bar.

While i people watched, this really hot dreamy chick who looked like the new Wonder Woman and was sexy as hell started talking with me.

I was somewhat surprised that she zero’d in on me, because she was definitely out of my league. Way hotter than most of the women who normally flirted with me.

I was so memorized with everything about her. Her eyes and face were simply beautiful. Her breast cleavage was soft, supple and tanned to a sensuous glow and about 36c or d cup and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

She caught me glancing a few times and she looked me in the eyes and grinned from ear to ear and I blushed a little. She liked that about me, I could tell. It made her comfortable and attracted to me.

She was about 5’4″ and somewhere around 11o lbs with silky-smooth black hair. Her make up was impeccable. Her full lips glistening and a very tight and trim bubble ass to die for. She was a petite gorgeous spinner.

There was an enclosed dance room separate from the bar and she asked me to dance. We danced separately and she giggled and laughed as we danced and so did I.

Then a slow song came on and apparently it was one she really liked. She came in close and asked if we could dance to it as she made begging eyes at me that made her look even hotter.

I couldn’t refuse her, so I said yes and she put her arms around my neck and came closer. With her full lips about 2 inches from mine, I wanted so badly to kiss her.

She looked into my eyes and smiled as she told me how much she enjoyed my company. She gave me a serious look and said ” I have a confession”.

I said”Oh”. She informed me that she was trans. I smiled and I said “are you serious?, I’m not sure if I believe you “. She asked if I was ok with that.

I said Bağdat caddesi travesti I didn’t believe her, but yes it was ok. There was nothing masculine about her in any way and I thought she was just testing me in some way.

Then She asked if she could kiss me. I was ecstatic. I smiled and said absolutely! She leaned in and put her full ups on mine and kissed me passionately as her tongue entered my mouth and our tongues entertwined and slithered against each other.

Her breasts rubbed up against my chest and her groin rubbed against mine. I got so hard and didn’t feel a bulge on her. She felt my bulge and she moaned in pleasure as our mouths opened more and our French kissing became more sexual. Her left hand holding my neck and her right hand sliding down to my hips and my ass and hee pulling me in.

The song ended and we walked back to the bar where my friend was watching and smiling his approval. I introduced them and she said “wow, two hot guys “. We smiled at each other in approval.

She went to the ladies room and my friend quickly asked “where did you find her?” I said she actually approached me. He said he could see us through the french doors in a heated make out session. He said “she is so fucking hot”.

I told him that she had said she was trans. He said ” there’s no way she is trans”. “There’s no way she was ever a guy!” I asked “what if she really is?” “Would you be ok with that?”

He said “oh he’ll yea!” I said “me too!”

She returned and she flirted with the both of us for almost two hours, touching us at every opportunity there was and more as we had more drinks.

she asked us to both dance with her at the same time when the dance floor got crowded. She kissed us both passionately alternating from one to the other while grinding her ass into one and her groin into the other.

She asked if we might like to escort her home since she lived in a apartment nearby. We both agreed and walked about a block and a half to a fancy building with a security dressed doorman greeting Bağdat caddesi travestileri her.

She invited us up for drinks. We walked behind her with both of us hypnotized with her luscious time ass moving as she walked so sexy.

When we entered she closed the door to this huge fancy apartment and walked up to me and kissed me while she pulled my friend to us and kissed him as she reached down to each of our bulges and began to squeeze them and moan her approval.

She began to undress the both of us excitedly and was fumbling, so we both started to undress. She took off her top exposing her very sexy Victoria secretes bra as she unzipped the side of her mini skirt and walked to her bedroom and said “follow me.”

We both finished undressing down to our underwear and walked into the bedroom were she pulled down her mini and stood looking sexy in her bra and dark panty hose which had a thin line on the back and a small bow design on the thigh near the base of each cheek.

I saw no penis. Then she beconned us both to come with a finger and her head tilted down and her long silky hair over the side of her face and a sexy look in her eyes.

We walked up to her and began kissing her neck and cleavage while I reached behind and undid her bra to reveal her beautiful tits.

My friend continued kissing her nipples while I began to kissed my way down her very trim stomach. I started to pull down her panty hose and out dropped her penis. It had been tucked back under and folded in half.

It seemed to be about 8 inches long. I was very surprised and curious about her more and more. I looked at it, then looked up into her eyes and we locked eyes. Both of us had a look of sexual passion on our faces.

My friend looked pleasantly surprised. We all smiled and I took hold of her tool and it began to grow in my hand. I kissed the head and she moaned loudly in pleasure as my friend continued to suck on her nipples.

I kissed the head and it began to grow very quickly. Within 30 seconds she had Travesti bağdat caddesi a hard-on that was about 8.5″ long & 2″ in diameter. I was trying to suck it down my throat with her hand on the back of my head trying to push more cock into my throat while I tried not to gag.

As I was leaning over sucking her cock she reach into the back of my underwear and feeling up my ass. She spit on her middle finger and began rubbing it on my asshole and slid in to the first, then second knuckle.

She went to her knees and pulled my friends underwear down and started sucking his hard cock while she forced my face down on her very still cock.

She got up and pushed my head down to my friends hard cock and I slid it down to the 6 inches down my throat.

She returned with condoms and a bottle of anal ease lube, eased my underwear down, rolled on a condom, smeared lube on my ass and kneeling behind me.

She put the tip at my opening and began to slide the fat head onto my ass slowly allowing me to get used to her thick cock. Meanwhile my friend has his hands on my head pushing his hard 7.5 inches down my throat.

I felt her take hold of my hips and slowly slide in to the hilt with all 8.5″ in. The forward push sent me onto my friends hard cock, sending his 7.5″ deep down my throat.

She increased her pace and began to really fuck my ass hard and it felt good to suck a cock at the same time. My tool was very hard and leaking pre-cum drop after drop.

About 3 or 4 minutes of hard fucking and sucking was bringing all three of us close to the edge of cumming.

I felt my friends balls expand to shoot his cum down my throat. At the same time she was fucking me like there’s no tomorrow, then she lunged in slamming into my ass so hard my knees came off the bed.

She shot load after load inside my ass and my friend quickly lunged and shot his first load down my throat. I shot my load onto the bed sheet.

We collapsed and after a few moments she offered us drinks, and there we sat there having a drink and chatting before we went at it again.

She said “I know this sounds strange coming from a girl, but I loved fucking your ass so so much!” She turned to the both of us and said “I would love nothing more than fucking both of us regularly, whenever our schedules would allow it!”

That night she fucked me once more and my friend once. We became more than fwb.

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My alarm went off the next day, and both my mouth and asshole ached, I knew it was going to be a long day. I had put plenty of grease up my butthole just to ease the soreness but it still felt pretty stretched. I started to remember last night, I couldn’t believe I’d taken Baba G’s fat black sex-tool in my mouth, or that I’d spoken to the police officer like I did! I wondered if it was all that negro semen that was swimming in my butt and belly that was responsible for the way I was acting. I got myself ready and as I went to leave, I noticed a letter pushed under the door, I opened and read it,

‘Hey Johnny,

You’re not around and I don’t know your number, please call me.

Marci,

xxx’

It was obviously from Marci and she’d written her phone number on the note, I didn’t have it before, which was an interesting development I thought. I decided it was best to visit in person, so I wandered down and knocked on her apartment door. Marci opened the door and I must admit I did chuckle, she was wearing a knit cap, gloves and overcoat, “Heating gone out, honey,” Marci sniffled.

I took Marci by the hand and led her upstairs to my apartment, as she was getting out of her warm things, I rummaged around in my kitchen drawers and came back and handed her a key, “About time you had a key, baby,” I said.

“Ah, really, you sure?” Marci asked surprised.

“Well, I am your bitchboy,” I replied.

“I guess you are,” Marci laughed and kissed me, I left for work.

It was a pretty hectic day, my asshole was still sore and my jaws were stiff from my all those Afro-boys putting me through my paces. I was a bit uneasy about going down to the loading bay, I was pretty sure Baba G was far too wasted to even remember shooting his cumload down my throat last night, let alone recognising me as a prostitute but I was still nervous. Eventually I did have to sort some things out in the afternoon in the loading bay, it was pretty busy as I entered, I quickly scanned for Baba G but couldn’t see him.

“Hey, Johnny,” Ade called out.

“Oh, hi Ade, how’s things?” I replied.

“Yeah OK, busy, too busy!” Ade grunted.

“That fool Baba G,” Troy butted in, “got himself arrested for a DUI, now he’s in jail for bad mouthin’ the police! Now we’re short-handed!” Troy added.

“If he doesn’t turn up for work, you know I’ll have to report it?” I said.

“Yeah, we understand but can you wait a couple of days, we’ll cover for him?” Troy asked, I couldn’t understand why Troy and the rest of the crew would do that for Baba G, as Baba G didn’t seem to be well liked, I asked Troy why he was bothering to help him out. “We gotta help each other. White folks, an’ no disrespect to you Johnny, ain’t gonna help us blacks out, yeah he’s a fool but I know his Momma,” Troy explained, I nodded and said I wouldn’t say anything for two days and would delay some of today’s deliveries until tomorrow to help. I wasn’t sure why I was agreeing to cover for Baba G, maybe it had something to do with all the negro sperm he pushed down my throat, I thought.

Late in the afternoon I got a call from Dr Jane, Dr Jane explained she’d had a chat with Staci, saying, “Again I apologise Tina,” she never called me anything but that, “I’m sure Joshua will have a word with Leroy about his treatment of you. I can’t believe we still managed to get eight questionnaires completed, this is going a lot quicker than I thought it would, I’m very pleased with such progress, Tina. I’ve managed to get Joshua, Devone and Errol to complete one survey each, although I did have to let them have anal sex and ejaculate into my rectum, it’s a pity you or Staci weren’t around to clean me. I’m sure we can have a longer talk at college but I have some ideas of where we can get more surveys done,” Dr Jane explained. When Dr Jane had hung up I went home, I was annoyed as I wanted to know how many of these damned surveys she wanted and when I could be free of this commitment.

Marci was still in my apartment when I arrived home, she said the heating wouldn’t be fixed for another three days, so I helped her bring some of her things up to my place, “Oh thanks honey for letting me stay, freezing in my place, where should I put my things?” Marci asked, I showed her the second bedroom and helped put her things in the drawers, I noticed she’d brought up some very erotic items.

“Oh yeah some of my old club outfits, honey, thought I’d model ’em,” Marci explained, I said I’d like that a lot, “Erm, you want me to sleep in ‘ere?” she asked.

“Oh, I thought you liked the big bed?” I replied.

“You wanna keep Marci warm at night, honey?” Marci said seductively, I nodded, “Good bitchboy, let’s eat,” she added, Marci had cooked and it was nice to come back to home cooked food, we sat, ate and chatted. Marci asked me if I’d been down BWAs again, I said I had and told her about my earnings, which to be honest I felt proud about.

“Not bad honey, how’d you get started being a ho, I mean you gotta nice place, got a proper job an’ all?” Marci asked, I Anadolu yakası travesti told her about getting involved with Dr Jane’s research project, although I left out the bit about Harvey using the N-word. I told Marci about being made to dress-up, then seeing Devone’s black cock for the first time, “Yeah, I understand honey,” Marci giggled. I went on and explained about being a waitress at the ‘Bouncing Bitches’ club and being ‘broken-in’ and how I unwittingly ended-up at BWAs as a hooker. “Fuck honey, that Dr Jane’s a real bitch, but I know a couple of white girl hoes an’ they always sayin’ it didn’t take much to turn some white boys into bitches for black dick,” Marci confided in me, she then went onto say it was a ‘known’ thing among the older black women that white boys, whose mothers were getting black dick when they were pregnant or breast feeding them, would often turn out as sissies. Marci explained it was something to do with a curse on certain families from the old slave days whereby any white taking black sperm would be ‘turned’. I laughed.

“Oh no honey, I’ve seen proper voodoo down in Louisiana, an’ my Momma an’ her Momma seen the old witches do their thing,” Marci responded seriously and then asked, “Was your Momma seeing black dudes when you were born?”

“Er…I don’t know, I don’t think so,” I stammered going red.

“Oh honey, it’s only me, Marci and you’ve been turned now anyway, no going back. They say ‘once you go black you don’t go back’ and you honey are black only for good,” Marci stated, I nodded and smiled.

After eating and doing a few things I went to the gym and left Marci watching her Mexican soaps. I’d had to stop going to the gym in shorts as I’d obviously shaven my legs and I was still wearing the pink thong Dr Jane had demanded I do. As I was finishing a long session on the running machine I heard “Well hello, how did those NONO outfits go down?” I nearly fell off the machine, it was Naomi, the Sales Assistant from the lingerie shop, ‘La Negress’.

After composing myself, I answered, “Oh hi Naomi, erm…, yes they were very popular,” adding in a whisper, “the guys couldn’t keep their hands off me!” Naomi giggled and covered her mouth with her hand.

“What’s your name, honey?” Naomi asked, I told her, “Nah, whadda those studs call you?” she asked

“Oh, all sorts of things, none of them very nice, but I’ve been given the name Tina,” I replied in a whisper, Naomi laughed at my description but asked who’d gave me that name.

“Erm, just someone I’m helping out, they introduced me to the club’s owner,” I answered, Naomi asked what club it was.

“I doubt you’ll have heard of it, it’s called ‘Babes With Assistude’,” I said but soon regretted it.

“Shit Johnny, a lot of those BWA hookers get their working gear from our store, I heard they had a white tranny night, so you’re a proper ho!” Naomi exclaimed giggling and making other people in the gym stare at us. “You ain’t still wearing them horrible pink thongs?” Naomi asked and sneaked a look down my gym pants, “Yuk, we got a new NONO line of thongs just in, you should check them out when you’re next in,” she helpfully added.

“Well, well, well look who it is!” I heard from my right-hand side and turned around to see Sarah, my white ex-girlfriend, walking towards us, “Haven’t seen you in a long time, Johnny, how are you?” Sarah asked.

“Oh, er, wow, hi Sarah, I’m OK, you look great,” I replied shocked.

“Is this Redneck son-of-a-bitch harassing you, girl?” Sarah asked Naomi in a jokey manner, although I could tell she was being serious.

“Erm…Naomi, this is an old acquaintance of mine, Sarah,” I replied but turning very red, Naomi’s expression suggested she was not impressed with Sarah.

“Ex-girlfriend Johnny,” Sarah added unhelpfully and continued, “Naomi, nice to meet you, hope you ain’t dating this no-good piece of crap!” again Sarah chuckled, falsely pretending to be friendly.

“Er, of course we’re not…,” I interjected.

“Sarah, is it?” Naomi interrupted, “Well Johnny and I are NOT dating, Johnny is a customer of the shop where I work and I can now understand his choice of dating-partners after meeting you!” Naomi pointedly told Sarah, I secretly smiled at this pretty good put down of Sarah. “OK, well Johnny, I’ve got to get on, maybe see you soon?” Naomi said looking at me, I nodded and Naomi went to continue her work out.

Sarah looked pretty embarrassed, “Well, I guess it looks like your racial attitudes have changed a lot since we finished, if this black girl is willing to say those things, are you dating someone at the moment?” Sarah asked, I shook my head.

At that point a gorgeous brunette girl came up and said to Sarah, “Hey babe, you finished?”

“Yeah, oh Johnny, this is my partner Becky,” Sarah replied, giving Becky a little peek on the cheek, “Becky, this is Johnny, an old friend of mine,” Sarah added, I was shocked as I realized Sarah now appeared to have turned into a lesbian!

“Shit, this isn’t your ex? Wow I thought you said he was a total racist pig! Is he causing trouble!” Anadolu yakası travestileri Becky exclaimed moving aggressively towards me.

“Take it easy, Becky!” Sarah responded and grabbed Becky, “Yes he’s my old boyfriend but he’s not causing any trouble, in fact he seems to have had a remarkable change in views! You go and I’ll join you soon,” Sarah added, Becky looked at me suspiciously but moved on to another exercise machine.

“Look Johnny, it seems I may have misjudged you, are you still living at the same place?” Sarah asked, I shook my head, lying, I didn’t want her to know too much about my new life. “Oh well, I’d really like to have a quick catch-up, can you hang around for fifteen minutes and perhaps get a coffee downstairs?” Sarah asked, I said I didn’t really think we had anything to catch up on. “Oh come on Johnny, just a quick coffee, maybe we can still be friends, when we dated you only had a few friends, all like yourself from my memory and I bet I can probably give you better dating advice than any of those assholes!” Sarah laughed, I reluctantly agreed.

Once Sarah and Becky had arrived at the coffee shop I ordered, as we sat down, I saw Naomi leaving and waved, she waved back and both Sarah and Becky waved, which I thought was a bit suspicious.

“Johnny, I think Becky and me just wanna apologize for what happened upstairs, we managed to have a longer chat with Naomi, nice girl, when you left,” Sarah said, I started to have a bad feeling about where this conversation was going, Sarah continued, “and I’m pretty shocked but ever so impressed with your new interests, I guess I’d never picked-up you felt like that.”

“Erm, what did Naomi tell you?” I hesitantly asked.

“Some interesting things about what you like to wear for those black guys down the club!” Becky answered, sniggering, I flushed red.

“Oh Becky, don’t be nasty! Look we’re having a little party Thursday night, you remember Carmen, the Afro-trans girl, she will be coming and a few other people. Maybe you’d like to come as the new you?” Sarah asked me, Sarah always had a very diverse range of friends and I remember Carmen giving me a hug and kiss previously which I’d been very uncomfortable with at the time and had told Sarah.

“Ah, thanks but I don’t think I can make it,” I replied, I didn’t want to appear in `public’ dressed.

“Oh, never mind perhaps some other time,” Sarah responded, I got up to leave. “This isn’t the easiest place to be different like us, I’m guessing you haven’t told any of your other friends about your new lifestyle, OKC isn’t the most tolerant of alternative lifestyles as I’m sure you’re finding out,” Sarah pontificated, I just nodded.

“Honey, you will need people around you who understand and agree with your choices, you’ll need their support, don’t push people away!” Becky interjected, I smiled and left, pondering on what they’d both said.

Back at my apartment Marci was already on the couch, I sat down and told her about my encounter with Naomi, Sarah and Becky.

“You should have accepted, I would have come along as well, it might have been fun,” Marci suggested and continued, “I used to be, well I guess still am, a bit of a lesbian. I lived with another girl for quite a few years.” I guess I wasn’t shocked with Marci’s revelation after what she and Jonelle had got up to in my apartment, I said I’d ring up Sarah and accept the invite but said Marci would need to get me a proper outfit, she agreed and we went to bed and cuddled.

I left Marci sleeping in the morning and quietly went to work. I went to the loading bay as early as I could and sought out Troy and asked him about Baba G.

“Yeah, I hear he should be in today, gets released this morning,” Troy answered, I asked him to let me know when Baba G arrived, I told Troy I’d have to tell Baba G this was his last warning.

“Yeah, I know but we’ve done our best,” Troy said shrugging his shoulders, I returned to my desk. At lunch I tried ringing Sarah’s old cellphone number, I wasn’t sure if it would still work.

“Hello, is that Johnny?” Sarah answered.

“Hi Sarah, sorry to disturb you but is that invite still OK, I’d like to bring a friend as well, is that OK?” I asked.

“Oh honey, of course, by the way it’s a themed-night, we’re calling it Cheerleaders in High heels. I’m sure you know what to expect!” Sarah giggled.

“Erm, OK, is 8pm OK?” I asked.

“Fine honey, just remember to bring your ass grease!” Sarah giggled, she gave me the address and hung-up, I wondered what she meant by that last comment. I rang Marci and told her what Sarah had said.

“Oh sounds like we’re in for some fun, I know where to get some outfits for both of us,” Marci said.

About midday I got a message from Troy that Baba G had arrived, I went down to the loading bay and found Troy and asked him to get Baba G to come to the loading bay office, which was a small room with no windows. I sat down in the office and waited, after about five minutes Baba G entered and sat opposite me.

“Hiya Boss, sorry ’bout all the trouble,” Travesti Anadolu yakası Baba G said, he was looking very sheepish but all I kept thinking about was seeing his butt in that pink thong and sucking on his big fat black cock, my own penis was rigid and I wanted to ask him if he was still wearing the thong, I couldn’t believe I was thinking such things and tried to put them out of my mind.

“OK, but look, your colleagues have really put their own jobs at risk by covering for you, this is your last chance, any more problems and I’ll have to report this and I think you know what that means. What happened?” I asked firmly.

“Fuck, you know the police out to get us, I was just having a cool time down the club an’ when I left they jumped me an’ planted this dope on me, the fuckers!” Baba G exclaimed, I replied saying I’d heard a different story about him being high on drugs and going to a brothel and getting arrested trying to drive whilst under the influence of drugs.

“Who’s telling you those lies!” Baba G growled.

“Does it matter, this firm has a zero-tolerance policy on the use of drugs, they can even ask you to take a drugs test and, of course, being convicted of a drug offence would lead to instant dismissal!” I primly told Baba G, he took this surprisingly well.

“Look, what can I say boss, I ain’t no angel,” Baba G answered quite honestly.

“I understand you were at a club called `Babes With Asstitude’ on Monday night, which I’m told is a brothel and Monday night is exclusively for guys who like to get, shall we say, entertained by white transvestite prostitutes,” I said, Baba G looked at me shocked that I knew so much about it, I added, “What happened?”

“Hey boss, take it easy, I know you helped out an’ all, covering for me like the rest of the bros. Sure I fucked some of them white trannies, which nigga ain’t but I ain’t no homo!” Baba G answered defensively, and went on to explain, “OK, I’d done a bit too much weed an’ went for some relief down BWAs but them cops were waiting outside, I just got into my car an’ they arrested me, I didn’t even start the motor. Man, you whites don’t know how fucked up the police are in the projects.” I nodded but told Baba G it was still his last chance and suggested he stay away from BWAs, but I thought I’d make him squirm a bit more.

“I don’t understand why you’d even want to visit those trannies, I’m sure there’s plenty of black girls who’d want to date you,” I said, again very primly.

“Sure, plenty of fine sistas, but all us bros just need a no-hassle fuck or suck sometime without all the shit from them girls, so we use these cheap white sissy bitches. Man, those sissy bitches worship our nigga dicks, you wanna see ’em dressed as hoes, they wiggling their asses an’ begging for black cock. Shit the one I fucked on Monday needed it bad, the bitch took my trousers off to suck my balls an’ cock on his knees an’ I fucked the bitch’s mouth an’ shot my load down his throat. Man, they just wanna be used by us nigga studs!” Baba G chuckled, I was shocked as I realized he was talking about me!

“I don’t know what to say,” I stammered, staggered by Baba G’s frankness.

“Hey, it is what it is, if you were black I’d take you down there but only whites allowed are those tranny bitches,” Baba G replied and I noticed him looking at me oddly.

“Is there something wrong?” I asked.

“No boss, just thinking an’ no disrespect but I bet you’d make a fine tranny down the club,” Baba G said quite seriously.

“What!” I exclaimed.

“Look boss, no disrespect, I’m just saying. It’s a compliment an’ all, the club’s always looking for new talent, them bitches make money as well,” Baba G continued, I couldn’t believe Baba G was trying to recruit me for BWAs.

“I think you’ve said enough now!” I said sternly.

“I know lots of white boys wanna see the black meat, just me an’ you here. Do you wanna see what all them white sissies worship?” Baba G said and got up, at that point there was a knock at the door and Zoe, a girl from the office, popped her head round the door and reminded me of an appointment in twenty minutes and left, closing the door.

“Well, Baba G, were you going to show me something?” I said sarcastically as Zoe’s interruption had broken the spell.

“Er, no boss, just havin’ a joke, you know,” Baba G stammered.

“Just remember this is your last warning! Stay away from that brothel!” I told Baba G, he nodded and left. I was pretty shaken up as I knew if Zoe hadn’t interrupted I’d probably be spread-eagled on the table gladly taking Baba G’s big negro cock up my white ass, my penis was erect and leaking.

After work I arrived home and found Marci dressed in a very revealing outfit which consisted of a white mini-shirt, white fishnet stockings, white heels and blue top, showing her ample cleavage and bare midriff. Marci sat me down and did a little routine, dancing round me and rubbing her breasts in my face, I was very aroused. “You wanna lick my pussy, bitchboy,” Marci whispered, I nodded and soon was on my knees with her straddling my face, pressing her moist vagina into my mouth. Marci rode my mouth hard and soon came all over my face, “Fuck, go get yourself cleaned up, I got you an outfit as well honey,” she said. I washed my face and returned to see Marci holding up a similar outfit but in red, “I know you got college tonight, maybe try it on after,” Marci said, I nodded in agreement.

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A Small Price to Pay Pt. 01

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Please note, all characters in this story are 18 years or older.

“Hey Sarah, what are you doing?” Asked Alex, struggling to keep a neutral and curious tone to his voice, while screaming internally. Alex was your stereotypical American, bright blue eyes and long blonde hair. The stereotype ended here however, there was no two ways about it, Alex was… Small for his age of 19 years. In more ways than one. He was skinny, but his ass and hips were well rounded, he frequently was cat called when men mistook him for a woman from behind. His pretty face further complicated the issue, most people found it genuinely difficult to peg his gender with one glance. He was short too, coming in at a measly five feet eight, making him shorter than his tall six foot step sister, with whom he was currently speaking.

Sarah couldn’t have been more different then Alex, tall for one, and with dark chocolate coloured skin for another. Her eyes were a dark and powerful grey, her hair a light brunette, her breasts were proud and perky, coming in at a gorgeous C cup. Her legs were long and smooth, her ass toned from frequent trips to the gym. Her face was mousy and the glasses she wore gave her a ‘sexy nerdy’ kind of look. But there was nothing mousy about the smirk she was currently giving Alex, the 21 year old currently looked like a lion stalking its prey, and Alex’s stomach twisted in fear as his cock twitched in pleasure.

“Oh hey bro! I know Mom said you had to do all the chores to earn a release from that chastity cage she put you in, so I just thought I’d help you out a little!” She said, with a cruel look of absolute delight as Alex squirmed in frustration.

“Do you like my outfit? I figured I could help you in more ways than one. Although I’m sure after three months in that tiny thing you don’t need any extra assistance in that department, but it’s the thought that counts.” She said with a devilish wink. Her long tanned legs were wrapped up in a set of black pantyhose, under which she wore nothing but a lacy black G-string. Over which she wore absolutely nothing. Her cleavage was currently shown off to perfection by a black pushup bra, the entire ensemble had Alex’s cock pressing desperately against his single inch chastity cage. The humiliation and embarrassment turned his cheeks red, clearly his step mother had shared his little secret with Sarah.

“T-that’s great Sarah, I really appreciate that, it’s just-” Alex started to speak, his voice trembling, only for Sarah Kemer travesti to cut him off. He had never been very assertive, especially when it came to confrontation.

“Oh shit! Since I did the dishes and you didn’t, you didn’t do all the chores today. Which means you haven’t done all the chores this month, so Mom’s just going to deny your release for a fourth time. I’m sooo sorry Bro.” Said Sarah, her voice radiating fake concern and sympathy while her smile just grew wider and wider on her face.

“Of course…” Sarah continued. “If you got onto your knees right now, and begged me to lie to Mom for you, I might consider it…” She said, images of herself lying in bed and masturbating to the look on Alex’s face later that night. The desperation and devastation were palpable, she felt her pussy grow wet and her not so little surprise stir in arousal. She’d be extra loud tonight too, Sarah was sure he could hear her moans most nights, but tonight he’d hear her scream.

Alex just stared at her, slack jawed, not only had she effectively cancelled his release mere hours before it was supposed to occur. She had the audacity to order him to beg for what should have been his anyway. This business with his chastity cage was embarrassing for him, to say the least, but it was just supposed to be between him and his step mother. Alex was sure that when he explained the situation she’d understand. It had been three long months after all, surely his step mother would understand his needs. He had spent twenty nine long days doing every single chore around the house on top of things, and he hadn’t spoken back to her or misbehaved once. Surely that was worthy of a release? Surely his step mother would understand that nineteen year olds have needs?

Alex, ever the realist, dropped to his knees and begged. “Please, Sarah please I need this so badly. I’m begging you, I’ll do anything just pretty please tell Mom I cleaned the dishes.” He said, truly a pathetic sight as his eyes were cloudy with frustrated tears.

Sarah was silent for a moment, before she tipped her head back and roared with laughter. Her body shook as he laughed at Alex, her tits swaying as she did so. Alex tried to tell himself that his cock’s painful attempt at an erection was because of the way those tits swayed, and had nothing at all to do with the humiliation he currently felt. With the lack of control and submissiveness he felt, kneeling on his knees before her. Already taller than Kemer travestileri him usually, Sarah towered over him now.

Eventually Sarah stopped laughing and managed to regain control of herself. She wiped a single tear from her eye before stopping and thinking about her next move. The twenty one year old honestly hadn’t considered what to do if she managed to get this far, looking down at him an idea formed in her head.

“Look bro, I cannot lie to Mom, she’ll just lock us both in a chastity cage if we get caught and honestly. There’s no need for us to both suffer that pain. Wouldn’t you agree?” Sarah continued before Alex had time to so much as nod.

“She told me that if you failed this time, that she’d lock you up for another three months, but I’ve got this… Medication… It won’t stop you from being horny but it will shrink your cock. Well as much as your tiny thing can be shrunk anyway.” She said with another smirk.

“W-wait-” Alex started, but Sarah held up her hand, forestalling his complaints.

“Don’t worry, it’ll only be temporary! All you’ll have to do is stop taking the medication for a week and your cock will go back to the… Massive… Size it currently is. Of course you can’t have a chastity cage on when you stop taking the medication, but between the two of us, I reckon we can totally get you your next release. What do you say?” Sarah asked, appearing to actually and earnestly be trying to help for once.

“I don’t know…” Said Alex, very unsure and still on his knees for some reason.

Sarah simply bent over, squeezing her tits to give Alex a better view down the valley of her cleavage.

“Come on Bro, that cannot feel good, even for a four inch cock, a one inch cage is torture. A few months of shrinkage and then you’ll be back to your old happy hand humping self! It’s a small price to pay…”

Out of options, Alex reluctantly agreed.

*****

Later that night, Sarah was alone in her room, and very horny. She had swapped Alex’s medication into a plain white bottle, because she was sure that her uncertain little step brother wouldn’t have taken medication marked as “Sissy supplements” no matter how desperately his cock was straining in his cage. She squeezed her legs together tightly, rubbing her thighs together as she thought about the effects of those innocent looking little white pills. She hadn’t lied to Alex persay, those pills really would shrink his cock, and if he managed to get Travesti kemer out of the chastity cage once he ran out of them he really would recover his size.

But she and her mother had no intention of letting Alex escape from his chastity cage anytime soon. She pictured her conversation that afternoon with her mother as Sarah stripped her bra from herself and began tugging softly on her sensitive nipples. They were as erect as she would soon be.

The changes to his cock might have been temporary, but if the pills wore off while he was still caged, his cock would be effectively and permanently shrunk to the cage’s size. Furthermore the hormonal effects of the pill couldn’t be ignored either. Alex’s chest would expand, he would put on some weight and his ass and hips would be where it gathered. The drug would replicate its effects to his sperm, which if swallowed would act as a secondary source of the drug. His sperm production would skyrocket, his prostate and ass would become more sensitive and Alex would become desperately horny. Of these changes, only the cock size could be reversed. Once Alex’s sperm began to produce the drug that was it, his life as a man would be officially over and his life as a sissy would begin.

Typically it took about a month for this process to happen, so making her Mum keep Alex locked for three was just cruel. But this cruelty turned on her so much.

Sarah slipped her panties and G-String down her long legs and off. She laid back on the bed, her small cock rising to the occasion. Sarah’s secret was that she was a futa, and had been from the day she was born. But unlike most futa’s her cocks growth had been stunted when she went through puberty, leaving her with only a little four inch nub. Apparently it was a rare, but unfortunate genetics thing. Soon though she would look like a giant in comparison to the tiny clit Alex would have.

Still using one hand to play with her sensitive nipples she slid her other slowly over her body, running down to grab between two fingers her throbbing cock. She always got off this way, as much as she’d have liked to fill her pussy with a dildo or use her whole fist on her cock this was the only way she was allowed to get off. It was part of the deal she’d made with her mother, Sarah got to keep Alex in chastity, but could only cum little a pathetic little preemie until Alex was released.

Sarah arched her back as her little cock exploded a massive load from her bloated balls within thirty seconds of her stroking herself. The load covered her stomach and shot up to splash the bottom of her tits. She scooped up her cum and fed it to herself. Every. Last. Drop. Just like her mother had told her to do. Sarah smiled, all things considered, it was a small price to pay.

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