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The Girl in His Reflection Ch. 02

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CW: gender swap; transformation; bisexual; public;

‘Shit,’ Jules said, throwing the phone face-down into the bed. He pulled the blanket up around his legs, covering his mound as he tried to catch his breath. He’d just had, only moments ago, one of the best orgasms of his life, and that’s when the collar had let him take it off. He put his fingers to it again and – there was no give. It was stuck fast again. And he was stuck like this again until-

‘Uhhh,’ Ben said, his voice muffled and tinny. ‘Jules?’

‘Shit,’ Jules said again, looking at the face-down phone. He scrambled off his bed, his feminine hips wider than he was used to, the bounce of his new… anatomy making his centre of gravity harder to predict. He wasn’t used to this yet.

He moved to the pile of clean clothes that he had, yet to be arranged, and pulled out some unseasonal shorts and a baggy tee, pulling them on quickly. He checked his reflection to see how post-orgasm he looked.

Fuck, he’d almost forgotten how attractive he found himself in this… body? Form? Jules was hot – and he’d just given his roommate a full-frontal glimpse.

He picked up the phone.

‘Sorry,’ he opened with.

Ben looked a little sheepish. ‘Yeah, no, don’t, uh, don’t worry about it.’

Even over facetime, the sudden awkwardness that fell over them was palpable – so Jules decided to change the scenario. His bedroom had stank of the sex he’s had with Sam – whoever Sam was, as it seemed evident to Jules, now what had happened – and now it just smelled more like pussy, sweat and sex. It was lurid.

Jules took a deep breath, and headed out into the flat, to get away from the way the smell of sex was making his head swirl.

‘So – did you have anything on that guy?’ Jules asked.

‘Oh!’ Ben said, like he’d suddenly remembered something. ‘I didn’t find him, but I wanted to see if you’d be open to me being more… direct about finding someone?’

Jules frowned, as he sat on the sofa. ‘What are you talking about, man?’

‘Jules,’ Ben said, a sigh in his voice. ‘If we want to find out who did this to you-‘

It wasn’t him, its the collar, Jules thought.

‘-and WHY-‘

He left the collar behind for me to find; maybe it was some sort of passing-the-torch? Maybe it was to get rid of it?

‘-then we need to widen the net. Can I show people the picture of him, in the corridor? And tell him he was, you know, with you?’

‘No!’ Jules blurted out. ‘No, I don’t… I don’t want people to think I was raped, or something. That’s not what happened.’

‘Okay, yeah,’ Ben said.

‘Plus – he didn’t do anything wrong,’ Jules said. ‘Kind of. You know what I mean. He’s not a rapist – I don’t want to ruin his life, and mine, just to find him.’

Ben nodded. He was outside, somewhere, even though it was daker now; as Jules had been fucking himself between genders, the sun had started to set. He wondered if Elliot’s game had started.

‘What if…’ Ben began, before stopping himself.

‘What?’ Jules asked.

‘What if we told people that he’d been with you. Not Jules – the, uh, female version of you. And he bounced, without you getting his name. And you want to find him.’

Jules went a little cold in his stomach. ‘Ben, I don’t-‘

‘Look, I’m at Elliot’s place; I won’t do anything tonight, so don’t you make a decision yet, but… think about it. I’ll be back in a few. Let me know if you need anything.’

Jules nodded, feeling like he’d been steamrolled a bit. ‘Sure,’ he said.

‘See ya,’ Ben said, before hanging up.

Jules found himself in his flat, his female form wearing only a tee and shorts, with nothing to do. Nowhere to be.

And, like, sure, he understood that he couldn’t go out like this. That people couldn’t see this version of him. But, also…

Why not?

No one would know that it’s him. He would just be… some girl. Some girl, going to the shop or something. He didn’t have to go out-out. He didn’t even have to talk to anyone. He just had this impulse to go out. To be seen by more than just Ben. It was a Saturday, people would be far more interested in themselves than in some random girl walking about.

Fuck – they would think he was a girl.

It was such a strange idea, and yet… it kind of sent this rush through him. It was like a disguise, or a trick or something. But, also, it was deeply exposing. Like putting a side of himself on show that he’d only discovered recently, for all to see.

‘Fuck it,’ Jules said out loud, to no one. He stood, and went to his room, looking for something more appropriate to go out in – more so than shorts, at least, in the cool of the evening.

First, he found a pair of jeans that he pulled on. They fit, for the most part, but the way that they felt as he pulled them up his legs felt… strange. Like they were a totally different gerze escort pair of trousers. His legs were slightly shorter, so the cuffs were around his feet, and while the lower legs were a bit more airy, the upper leg, thigh and butt were stretched more than he was used to. It wasn’t even sexy, in his opinion – looking in the mirror, it looked just as uncomfortable as he felt.

So, instead he shrugged them off and went back to what he’d been wearing before, though a slightly cleaner un-worn version of it; he changed into some clean jogging bottoms, dark grey and elasticated in all of the right places, and while he didn’t have a bra to help with his new chest – was he going to have to buy a bra? – his tee, with a jacket over it, would do the trick.

He looked again in the mirror, and sighed.

His hips and butt made the jogging bottoms, despite being the same as he wore most nights, look almost like he was asking for attention; the way his hips came in meant the bottoms rested lower on them, giving the slight slip of his pelvis away and – if he moved a certain way – he worried that his pubes would be on show, even trimmed as they were.

But he didn’t have anything better, so he found himself a hoodie he could pull over his chest, hiding the way his breasts shaped him, and came down beneath his butt – over those joggers, and the slip of his hips.

There.

Perfectly innocent.

#

Jules stepped out into the world. Was he Jules anymore? He certainly didn’t look like Jules… but he felt like himself. Didn’t he?

He set off towards the corner shop that was at the base of his block of flats – at the other end of the building, so it was a five-minute walk, at best – and let his mind start to filter through all of the things that had happened today.

Had it just been today?

It was hard to parse it out, really. To recap it in a way that made sense, emotionally. So, he started with the facts.

Last night, Friday night, he’d picked up Sam at that club. They’d come back to his flat, which he shared with Ben, and spent the night fucking. It was… fantastic.

A small part of Jules relaxed at the memory of how much he’d enjoyed himself. He still liked to fuck – he was still a ‘man’ in that sense. Okay, cool.

When he’d woken up, Sam was gone – and she left behind her collar, choker-thing. Ben had seen a guy leaving Jules’ room, and the camera backed that up. Turned out ‘Sam’ was a guy, and the collar made her a girl. Jules then… put on the collar. And couldn’t take it off – like, fused-to-his-skin couldn’t. Once Ben was gone, Jules did what any reasonable guy who was suddenly in a woman’s body would do, and masturbated – and it was good.

After the climax, he was able to take off the collar, and was immediately his normal self again. So – was it just the orgasm that meant he could take it off? He’d have to try it again. Because – oh, yeah – Jules had put it back on, and promptly accidentally shown Ben his phenomenal tits.

Jules crossed the quad in the middle of the student accommodation block – a patch of grass with pathways crossing it, trees and flower beds and benches all around. During the day it was delightful. Now, as the sun was setting and already hidden behind the rise of the buildings, it was a little eerie. Quiet, too, for a Saturday. He could see open windows and hear the odd conversation, people going about their day. They didn’t pay him any mind at all.

Well – one guy did. As Jules approached the corner shop, a little cramped off-licence that sat tucked into the corner of the block, someone came out through the grubby-looking doorway. A guy Jules half-recognised – a neighbour from the building. He was blonde, and well-built, wearing a tank top and shorts and, despite the hour, sunglasses. He was handsome in a sports-movie kind of way, and he nearly walked straight into Jules in the doorway, his chest bouncing into Jules’ front before hopping back.

‘Hey there! Sorry, love,’ he said. His accent was southern, but not harshly so – maybe from Dorset, or somewhere like that. Jules looked up at him, as the handsome stranger had a good foot on his female form, and he smiled down at her warmly. ‘You live here?’

Jules nodded. ‘Uh, yeah.’

‘Nah,’ he said, stepping aside to let Jules squeeze past – and it was a squeeze. ‘If you lived here, I’d remember you. Far too cute to be forgotten, you.’

Jules pushed past, and felt the unmistakable graze of his thighs against Jules’ – and maybe something else – as they pushed past each other. Jules blushed.

‘I don’t think so,’ Jules said.

‘What’s your name?’ the guy asked, following him into the shop, despite having a back in one hand and clearly not needing to come back in.

‘Jul-ia,’ Jules said, having to stop himself halfway through. ‘Julia. You?’

‘Mack,’ he said. ‘Harry giresun escort Mackenzie, but, Mack,’ he said. ‘Can I get your number? Or your snap or something?’

Jules swallowed, and realised all at once what was happening. ‘What?’

‘Your snap,’ Mack said. ‘Sorry – I don’t mean to be forward or anything but… yeah.’

Jules swallowed, as he realised that he wanted to. He didn’t know why – he’d never been attracted to guys, but maybe ‘Julia’ was. ‘Julia’ was pausing, and while she wasn’t sure what it was she liked, she knew she liked the attention Mack was giving her. It was different to anything Jules had known.

No one had ever asked Jules for his number.

So, Julia – was he Julia now? Was it easier to think of this version of himself as a whole new person? – got out her phone. ‘I don’t have snapchat. Or, any social media. But put in your number.’

Mack happily filled his number in her phone – her phone? – and handed it back, beaming.

‘Nice to meet you, Julia,’ he said, before turning to leave. ‘Give me a text, whenever you want. No pressure.’

Jules – Julia – nodded, and Mack walked out. Suddenly, he was alone in this shop, aside from the girl behind the counter, who had watched everything. Jules made eye contact with her, a stringy little blond strip of a young woman, who gave her a smile.

‘He’s hot,’ she said. ‘Comes in a lot. Nice. Dumb.’

Julia nodded. ‘Right.’

‘Bet he fucks like a freightrain, though,’ she said. Then, snapping out of it and remembering she was at work. ‘Sorry, that was- sorry.’

Julia laughed – and it was a woman’s laugh. Lighter than Jules’ laugh. Softer. For some reason, it was the laugh that did it – the presence of something that was completely automatic being different proved to Jules/Julia that they were different people. One mind, one set of memories, but different people.

‘No, I bet he does,’ Julia said, before going to grab a diet coke from the little fridge. She swallowed the nervous excitement that was bubbling up inside her, paid for the drink, and made her way home.

Her way.

It was strange to Julia how not-strange it felt to think of herself as a ‘herself’. It should have been alien, confusing, odd. And maybe it was, but certainly not to the extent Jules would have guessed, had he been asked this question yesterday.

How has it only been a day?

Julia headed home, a new contact in her phone, a diet coke in her hand, and a bit of a swing in her step.

#

It was Julia, rather than Jules, who walked back into her student flat, a bit of a smile on her face. What was happening?

She shut the door behind her, took a final sip of her diet coke that she’d drunk on the way home, and dropped it into the bin as she went to the sofa, just… lounging. Feeling her new body in a more casual way. Sure, she’d already had fun with it, as well as accidentally shown Ben her tits – which was probably going to have to be dealt with – but there was something very different about being normal in this body.

She could feel the way her limbs settled differently – without a penis or testes between her legs, it was in fact a bit more comfortable to sit with her legs together; her hair, longer and softer, fell over her shoulder now that she had the hood down, and she could feel the shift of it as her head moved; her breasts, while not massive, had weight to them that she wasn’t used to, and it altered how she sat – how her posture rested, and how she got comfortable. It was all new.

But, equally, it had all started to… settle. As though this was the norm, now. Or, if it became the norm, she wouldn’t be upset about it.

Something about that thought scared her a little. After all, she still was Jules, really. Jules was the person, with a passport and family photos, the student ID and dating history and bank account and job. Julia didn’t have any of those things. She wasn’t held down by anything real.

She was outside of all of that… responsibility.

Maybe that’s why it felt so good.

Julia was freedom, in a way. An escape from being Jules that granted him so many gifts – not least of which was the fact that sex was amazing. And, while Jules didn’t know if he was ready for real, actual sex, Julia really wanted to text Mack. She pulled out her phone – Jules’ phone – and looked at Mack’s contact info. Her mind raced.

Could she do that?

Could she just… talk to him?

Jules had tried the online dating scene a little bit, and while he’d had some luck with Sam – that it was now clear wasn’t really luck – he was generally a bit of a strike-out kind of guy. He wasn’t particularly ‘hot’, though he took care of himself and reckoned he was about average, but it seemed to him that, across the board, guys had a tougher time in the dating scene. It was no secret to him that it was girne escort a market of choice for women, though he had always just kind of assumed he’d eventually fall in love with someone down the line. It was fun to go drinking, maybe hook up if you’re lucky, or just have a good time.

But as Julia, things were different. She had seen the way Mack had looked at her. Hell, she’d seen the way Ben had looked at her. If she wanted, she could have them. Probably. Not to be arrogant, but Julia was hot, and Ben had seen her tits and just stared, and Mack had asked for her number. At the very least, she could get a date out of this.

Hell, her mind turned to Sam – she had been able to pick him up easily; Jules was a guy who was just happy to take a smoking hot girl home, didn’t think about it twice. Julia could definitely do the same.

If she wanted.

Did she want to?

She decided not to text Mack tonight – maybe she’d come back to it later – and instead just watch some TV as ‘Julia’. Just be in this body. Just relax in it.

She’d drifted off to an early TV-lit sleep when the door to the flat flew open, and Ben raced in. Julia jumped up, and saw in silent horror as three people – Jules’ other friends – followed Ben in, half holding him up. Elliot, who had arranged the games night Jules had skipped, was there, as well as Tony and Rusty.

‘I’m okay, I’m okay,’ Ben was repeating over and over, slurring a little bit.

‘What happened?’ Julia asked, before realising that no one there aside from Ben knew who this random woman was.

‘We think he got spiked,’ Tony said. A wide-shouldered guy with no hair and rounded features, he looked up at Julia with brief shock, then acceptance. ‘Hiya. I’m Tony – this is Elliot and Rusty. You’ve met Ben?’

Julia assumed it was best just to say as little as possible. ‘Yeah.’

‘Ben said there was a girl staying here while Jules was recovering,’ Elliot said. He was tall, gangly and thin as a rake, with sandy brown hair and a stain on his t-shirt. ‘Shame he missed the night. What’s your name?’

All of a sudden, Julia realised how silly it was for her to use just a feminised version of Jules’ name in front of Jules’ friends. Not that they would ever click on, but… still.

‘Tha’s Julee,’ Ben slurred, as Tony helped him to the sofa.

‘Julia,’ she said, deciding that Ben had basically forced her hand, and at least it was only one name to remember. ‘Jules is my cousin, I was in town.’ She was rambling, giving details. Shut up, Julia.

‘Jules and Julia,’ Elliot said. ‘That’s funny.’ He didn’t seem suspicious.

Rusty, nominally ginger and the most well-kept of the three, having decided to wear a shirt, patted Ben on the head. Ben’s eyes rolled as he lay back.

‘Should we call, you know, an ambulance?’ Julia asked.

‘Already have,’ Rusty said, his Scottish accent soft but noticeable. Julia had never registered how handsome that ginger prat was, despite how many nights they’d spent playing games or getting shit-faced as a group. ‘He didn’t start to show, you know, symptoms until we were halfway up the stairwell. Must have happened just as we were leaving.’

‘Shit,’ Julia said, still watching them from across the room. Now, with all of these men in here, slightly drunk and being all nurturing, she couldn’t help the way she was feeling – an odd pull.

Now that scared her.

Julia swallowed the tightness in her chest. ‘How long?’

No sooner had she said it than lights began to flash outside. Elliot ran to the window, popped it open and leaned out, shouting down the room number to the paramedics.

#

‘This is kinda mad,’ Julia breathed, back on her sofa. Elliot and Rusty were still there, while Tony had offered to go with Ben in the ambulance. Julia had offered as well, but they said it was better if someone who was there could go with them, just in case he could answer any questions.

‘Yeah,’ Rusty said; he was in the kitchen, and had helped himself to some water, clearly trying to sober up a little. ‘It wasn’t even late – we’d only gone out because the game didn’t really work without Jules.’

‘Yeah – should we wake the bastard up?’ Elliot asked, sitting in the chair across from Julia. ‘Your cousin, is he fit for visitors?’

‘Not unless you want sick on you,’ Julia said, hoping to Christ they didn’t go into that bedroom ‘He’s been chucking it up all night.’

‘Ew,’ Rusty said. ‘Yeah, maybe not. I’ll just text him, so he knows what’s up.’

Julia swallowed the sudden worry in herself, and pulled out her – Jules’ – phone, and put it on silent. She needed these guys out of here – they were making things too complicated. She saw Rusty’s text come through, but decided she needed this night to be over. She could go and see Ben in the morning.

‘Not being funny,’ she said eventually, ‘But Jules is asleep, and I don’t really know you, so-‘

‘Say no more,’ Rusty said, hands going up. ‘El, we should go.’

Elliot nodded, and stood – but not without leaning forwards and clamping a hand on Julia’s bare thigh, right beneath where her shorts ended. ‘Let us know if you need anything, yeah?’

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Aaron had always known that he was different from other boys. While they were rough housing and playing sports, he was more interested in activities the girls were doing. He would rather hang out with the girls than get dirty and sweaty. He was teased relentlessly at school for his feminine ways.

When Aaron turned 18, he decided to start embracing his femininity. He started dressing in more feminine or androgynous clothing, wearing eyeliner, and even began taking hormone treatments to help transition into a more feminine body. Aaron changed his name to Amy.

Amy began to take better care of her feminine self, removing all body hair below the eyebrows. Actually she was practically hairless as it was including her little balls. Amy is only 5 feet tall and weighs about 90 pounds with a tiny cock only 4 inches hard, more like a clit. A very small and effeminate boy/girl with beautiful blue eyes. She got her hair bleached blonde and got it styled in a cute pixie cut. Amy didn’t think of herself as a boy, but not completely as a girl yet, more of femboy. She didn’t know why but that excited her.

One day on a trip to the city, Amy met a strong woman named Sarah who ran riding stables right on the edge of the city. Sarah was enraptured when she first saw Amy and offered her a job helping out on the farm. Sarah had an eye out for femboys like Amy. Amy jumped at the opportunity, eager to get away from her small town.

At the farm, Amy found that she was able to be herself. Encouraged by Sarah she wore short shorts, tight tops that showed her perky hard nipples, shiny lip gloss and black eyeliner most every day. Sarah was especially supportive, treating Amy like the femboy she knew Amy wanted to be and Sarah desired.

As the weeks went by, Amy found herself increasingly drawn to Sarah. She admired the way Sarah carried herself, strong and confident, yet gentle and caring. Amy felt safe around Sarah, and she knew that she could trust her with anything.

One day, Sarah took Amy out for a ride on Sarah’s favorite horse, a strong black stallion named Zeus. As they galloped through the fields, Amy’s arms wrapped around Sarahs waist, Amy felt a rush like she had never felt before. She was exhilarated, and she knew that she wanted to spend more time with Sarah.

As the sun began to set, they returned to the stables, their hearts pounding with excitement. Sarah took Amy’s hand and pulled her close, gazing deeply into her eyes. Amy’s heart raced as Sarah leaned in and kissed her, a gentle yet passionate kiss that left her trembling with desire.

Over the next few weeks, Amy and Sarah’s friendship blossomed into a full-blown romance. They spent their days working at the stables, caring for the horses and each other. Amy felt like she had found her soulmate in Sarah, and she knew that she would do anything to make her happy.

Amy had always felt a natural inclination towards submission, something that had become even more pronounced since she began hormone therapy. Her little tits were even budding, but not even an A cup yet. Maybe they wouldn’t even get that big. Her mom’s weren’t that big at all, and she heard it’s passed on. Maybe Amy would be stuck looking like a teenager. People said she looked more like 14 than 18. Sarah, on the other hand, had always been dominant. As they fell deeper in lust, their natural inclinations began to reveal themselves, and they found that they were perfectly suited for each other.

Amy relished the feeling of submission, the way that Sarah’s strong hand guided her and controlled her. It gave her a sense of security and comfort that she had never felt before. Sarah, for her part, loved the way that Amy surrendered herself to her completely, giving herself over to Sarah’s every whim and desire. It was a female led relationship, but the one being led was also a girl, or at least a femboy.

Their relationship became more and more intense as they explored their roles in the bedroom. Amy found herself wanting to be more submissive, craving the feeling of being completely controlled by Sarah. Sarah, for her part, wanted to push Amy’s limits, to see just how far she could take her.

They experimented with dominance and submission. Sarah loved to tie Amy up, to tease and torment her, and to make her beg for release. Amy, in turn, loved to submit to Sarah’s every whim, to give herself over completely to her.

They explored new and more extreme forms of domination and submission, finding new ways to express their love for each other through pain and pleasure. Sarah loved to dominate her beautiful, submissive femboy and Amy loved to submit.

Sarah began to daily finger Amy’s boypussy and play with Amy’s sensitive nipples. Amy loved it and was a true slut for having her hole played with. Amy rapidly progesses from taking one finger in her boypussy to taking four. Sarah is excited about the progress and can’t wait till she can fist and gape Amy.

As Sarah pushed her fingers into Amy’s boypussy, Amy moaned in pleasure. “Oh god, esenyurt escort Sarah, that feels amazing,” she said, arching her back.

Sarah smiled, feeling a sense of pride at Amy’s progress. “You’re doing so well, baby,” she said, adding a third finger. “You’re such a good little slut for me.”

Amy whimpered, feeling her boypussy stretch to accommodate Sarah’s fingers. “Please, Sarah,” she gasped. “I need more.”

Sarah grinned, pushing her fingers deeper into Amy’s hole. “You want more, baby? You want me to finger fuck you?” she asked, feeling her own excitement building.

Amy nodded eagerly. “Yes, Sarah, please,” she said, feeling her nipples harden as Sarah played with them.

Sarah began to work her fingers in and out of Amy’s boypussy, stretching it wider and wider. Finally, she felt Amy’s muscles relax, and started pumping her four fingers in and out quickly, rubbing Amy’s prostate.

Amy cried out in pleasure, feeling a sense of fullness that she had never experienced before. “Oh god, Sarah, that’s amazing,” she said, feeling herself getting close to climax.

Sarah pumped her hand in and out of Amy’s boypussy, feeling her own arousal building. “Come for me, baby,” she said. “Come for me and show me what a good little slut you are.”

Amy moaned, feeling her orgasm building deep inside her. She thrust her hips up to meet Sarah’s hand, feeling herself explode in pleasure. Sissy had just had her first sissygasm cumming just from anal.

As she came down from her orgasm, Sarah gently pulled her fingers out of Amy’s boypussy. “You did so well, baby,” she said, kissing Amy’s forehead. “I’m so proud of you.”

Sarah pats the top of Amy’s head like a dog. “You were a good girl today Amy” she said. “I’ll have a reward for you if you continue to make me happy. Would you do anything to make me happy?”

Amy looked up at Sarah with excitement and anticipation. “Yes, Mistress,” she replied eagerly. “I’ll do anything you want me to do.”

Sarah smiled, her plan was coming together quicker than she could have hoped. Amy was a true sub and Sarah planned to take her deep into sub space. “Good girl,” she said, running her hand through Amy’s blonde hair. “I’m glad to hear that. I have a special treat for you today. But first, you need to show me how much you want it. Get on your knees and crawl over to me like a good little pet.”

Sarah looked at Amy, her tone firm. “Amy, I want you to take my foot in your mouth, suck on my toes and push it all the way to the back of your throat. I want to see you gag on it,” she said, her eyes fixed on Amy’s face.

Amy eagerly got down on her knees and crawled towards Sarah, who sat on a nearby chair.

“Good girl,” Sarah said, as Amy reached her feet. “Now, show me how much you want this reward. Kiss my feet and beg for it. Worship my feet and suck on my toes”

Amy’s eyes widened with both surprise and excitement at Sarah’s command. She had never done anything like this before, but the thought of pleasing Sarah in any way possible made her eager to try. She nodded eagerly and took Sarah’s foot in her hand, bringing it up to her mouth.

As she began to suck on Sarah’s toes, she could feel her gag reflex start to kick in as the foot reached the back of her throat. But Amy was determined to please Sarah, so she pushed past the discomfort and continued to suck and lick Sarah’s toes.

Sarah let out a moan of pleasure as Amy worked her foot, feeling a sense of satisfaction that she had complete control over this femboy. “That’s it, Amy,” she said, her voice laced with dominance. “Take it all the way, make it disappear.”

Amy continued to gag and choke as she deepthroated Sarah’s foot, feeling a mixture of pleasure and humiliation. But she knew that this was what Sarah wanted, and she was more than willing to submit to her every desire.

Sarah expressed her contentment with Amy’s submission, “I’m pleased with you, my sweet little sissy. From now on, you’ll address me as ‘mistress’ and I’ll call you whatever I please. How does that sound to you, my dear?”

Amy looked up at Sarah, her blue eyes shining with submission. “Mistress, I want to wear a dog collar,” Amy said softly.

Sarah looked down at Amy, a smirk forming on her lips. “Why do you want to wear a dog collar, sissy slut?” Sarah asked teasingly.

Amy blushed but managed to reply with a trembling voice, “I want to wear it as a sign that I am owned, that I belong to you, Mistress.”

Sarah’s smirk widened into a grin as she reached down and gently stroked Amy’s cheek. “You’re such a good girl, Amy,” Sarah said softly. “Of course, you can wear a dog collar. In fact, I have just the one for you.”

After Sarah collared Amy, she decided to take their power dynamic to the next level. Sarah also made it clear that she would do to Amy whatever she wanted, depending on her mood and Amy’s behavior. Amy was completely at Sarah’s mercy, and this only added to her excitement eskişehir escort and arousal.

As they went about their day at the stables, Amy couldn’t help but feel a rush of excitement every time she addressed Sarah as “Mistress.” Sarah would often test Amy’s obedience by giving her orders that she knew would push her limits, like crawling on all fours or having a leash attached to her collar.

Sarah was more than happy to take advantage of Amy’s submission, pushing her further and further down the path of total obedience.

Sarah looked at Amy and said, “Amy, I want you to drink my piss as a sign of your submission to me. Will you do that for me?”

Amy’s clitty hardened and twitched as she looked at Sarah, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. “Yes, mistress,” she replied, eager to please Sarah and show her submission.

Sarah smiled at Amy and said, “Good girl, I can see the idea excites you. Now get on your knees and open your mouth.”

Amy obediently got on her hands and knees and opened her mouth, eagerly waiting for Sarah’s golden nectar to fill her mouth. Sarah squatted down over Amy’s face and let out a stream of warm urine, which Amy swallowed eagerly.

As Amy drank Sarah’s piss, she felt a rush of submission and pleasure as her 4 inch clitty got rock hard. This was what she had always wanted, to be completely owned by a dominant woman like Sarah. She was willing to do anything to please her, no matter how humiliating or degrading.

After sissy Amy finished drinking the piss Amy said. “You’re such a good girl, Amy,” Sarah said. “I’m proud of you for taking my piss like a true submissive.”

Amy blushed with pleasure at Sarah’s praise. She knew that she had found her place in life as Sarah’s pet, willing to do anything to make her mistress happy.

Over the next few weeks, Sarah continued to push Amy’s limits, training her to be the perfect submissive. She would tie Amy up and spank her until she cried.

Through it all, Amy was grateful for Sarah’s guidance and love. She knew that she was lucky to have found someone who could make her feel so alive and fulfilled.

One day, as Sarah was stroking Amy’s hair and admiring her petite body, she whispered in her ear, “I want you to be my permanent slave, Amy. I’ll own you completely.” “Yes, mistress,” she said, beaming with happiness. “I am your slave for the rest of my life.”

A few days later Mistress Sarah watched as Sissy Amy squirmed nervously on the bed. “You’ve done so well with your anal training, Amy,” she said, walking over to the nightstand to grab a big bottle of lube. “But now it’s time for the next step.”

Amy’s eyes widened in anticipation and fear as Sarah began to lube up her gloved hand. “I want you to relax and take deep breaths, Amy. We’ll start slow and work our way up to a full fist.”

Amy nodded, taking deep breaths as she felt Sarah’s fingers slowly enter her. “That’s it, good girl,” Sarah whispered, adding another finger. “You’re doing so well.”

Mistress Sarah noticed that Amy was getting a little nervous about the fisting, so she got a bottle of poppers from her toy stash and held it under Amy’s nose. “Breathe in deep, my little sissy slut,” she commanded. Amy took a deep inhale of the pungent aroma, feeling her head swim and her inhibitions melt away. “That’s it, just let yourself go,” Sarah cooed. “You know you love feeling loose and relaxed for me.”

Amy’s eyes rolled back in her head as the poppers took effect, her body becoming more pliant and submissive by the second. Sarah smirked, knowing that her little femboy toy was completely under her control now. “Are you ready for me, Amy?” she asked, slicking up her hand with lube. “Ready to take me deep inside you?”

Amy moaned and nodded, feeling like putty in Sarah’s hands. “Yes, mistress,” she gasped, spreading her legs wider. “Please, I need you inside me.”

Sarah chuckled, positioning herself behind Amy and slowly pushing her fist inside. Amy gasped and whimpered, the sensations overwhelming her. But she kept breathing in the poppers, letting them wash over her and make her feel even more vulnerable and exposed.

“That’s it, my little fist puppet,” Sarah purred, starting to move her hand in and out of Amy’s hole. “You’re all mine now, aren’t you? My little sissy slut, take everything I give you.”

Amy moaned incoherently, unable to speak or think beyond the sensations coursing through her body. She felt like she was floating, like she was nothing more than a receptacle for her mistress’s pleasure. And she loved every second of it.

“You’re such a good slut for me, Amy,” Sarah said, thrusting harder and faster. “I own you completely now, don’t I?”

“Yes, mistress,” Amy moaned, feeling completely submissive and owned. “I’m your fist puppet. Use me however you want.”

Sarah was impressed with how far Amy had come in her training, but she knew they still had a little more ways to go until Amy could be introduced to Mistress eşme escort Sarah’s favorite toy, her horse cock strap-on.

Later that week fisting training was continuing. “You’re doing so well, my little fisting slut,” Sarah said with a grin.

Amy blushed at the praise, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of pleasing her mistress. “Thank you, Mistress,” she replied obediently.

“Now, take a deep inhale of these poppers,” Sarah instructed, holding a bottle under Amy’s nose. “I want you to really relax and open up for me.”

Amy did as she was told, inhaling deeply and feeling the familiar rush of blood to her head. She closed her eyes and moaned softly, feeling the effects of the poppers and the anticipation of what was to come.

Sarah began to prepare Amy for the next level of training, gently working her fist into Amy’s eager hole. “That’s it, my sweet little slut,” she whispered, as Amy moaned and writhed beneath her.

Amy was lost in a haze of pleasure and submission, her body betraying her as she eagerly accepted Sarah’s hand deeper and deeper inside her. “Please, Mistress,” she begged, “I want more. I want it harder.”

Sarah grinned wickedly, knowing that Amy was truly hers now. “That’s what I like to hear, my little fist puppet,” she said, before continuing to work her fist in and out of Amy’s gaping hole.

As the fisting continued, Amy’s body began to shake and tremble. She moaned and whimpered with pleasure and pain as Mistress’s fist went deeper and deeper inside her. With every punch, Amy’s hole stretched wider, accommodating the brutal assault.

“Oh god, Mistress!” Amy cried out. “Please, please, don’t stop!”

Mistress grinned wickedly, feeling the power and control she had over her sissy slut. “That’s it, take it all like a good little whore,” she growled.

Amy gasped and moaned as the punch fisting continued, and she felt herself approaching the edge of orgasm. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain, and then an intense pressure building deep inside her. With a scream, she had an analgasm, her body convulsing with pleasure as hot cum sprayed out of her clitty.

When it was over, Amy lay panting and exhausted, her hole gaping wide. Mistress smiled down at her triumphantly and scooped up sissies cum.

“Open up, my little sissy slut,” Mistress Amy commanded.

Amy obeyed, feeling her face flush with humiliation. She knew what was about to happen but couldn’t resist her Mistress’s orders. Mistress Sarah brought it to Amy’s lips, forcing her to eat it.

“Good girl,” Mistress Sarah cooed as she fed Amy her own cum. “You’ll learn to love the taste of your own filth, won’t you?”

Amy nodded, still feeling embarrassed but also aroused at the same time. She knew she would do anything to please her Mistress, even if it meant eating cum.

“That was just the beginning, my little fist puppet,” she said. “You’re going to be my slave forever.”

Mistress Sarah continued to train sissy Amy, pushing her limits further and further. She wanted to make sure that Amy was completely obedient and willing to do anything for her. A few weeks later during Amy’s daily fist training, Sarah instructed Amy to get on all fours and spread her legs wide open.

“Let’s see how good of a fist puppet you really are, Amy,” Sarah said, grinning mischievously.

Amy eagerly obeyed, knowing what was coming next. She took a few deep inhales of poppers and waited for Sarah to begin. With a firm grip, Sarah began to punch her fist into Amy’s hole, hitting deeper and harder than ever before.

Amy cried out in pain and pleasure, feeling her hole stretch and gape with each punch. Sarah continued to punch her fist in and out of Amy’s hole, gradually increasing the intensity until finally, with one final punch, Amy’s hole gaped with a rosebud.

“Mmmm, that’s it, my little slut,” Sarah said, admiring her handiwork. “You’re becoming such a good little whore for me. Now, let’s see you make that hole prolapse.”

Amy took another hit of poppers and pushed down with all her might, feeling her hole push out even further until it finally prolapsed. She moaned with pleasure, feeling the rush of euphoria and submission that came with knowing she was completely owned by her mistress.

“I want you to be able to gape on command, my little slave,” Sarah said, looking down at Amy with a mixture of pride and desire. “Keep training your hole every day and I’ll make sure that you’re the best fist puppet around.”

Sarah said to Amy, “It’s time for you to see something special, get on all fours like a good pet and come with me.” They left the house and headed towards the locked barn. The one building Amy was never allowed to go in until today. “This is where I keep all my favorite toys and tools,” Sarah said as she unlocked the door. “I want you to know that this is a special place, only for those who truly submit to me.” Amy looked at Sarah nervously, unsure of what to expect. “Don’t worry, my sweet little sissy,” Sarah reassured her, “I have something very special planned for you in here.”

As they arrived at the barn, the Mistress led the way, with sissy crawling behind her on all fours like a good little pet. Once inside Mistress instructed sissy to climb up onto the special mounting table, which had been custom-made just for her.

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My Amazing Lycanthropic Life Ch. 04

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Babes

I’d just dropped Ellie off from our debauchery at Charlie’s night club…

There was nothing I wanted more than to tumble into bed and sleep, but I knew that was not to be for me, and my insatiable craving for sex was rapidly growing again. I helped Ellie into bed and she literally went out like a light, snoring in the most unladylike fashion! I showered and cleaned myself thoroughly, applying plenty of body lotion. Using a shower cap, I’d managed to keep my hair and make-up in order so with just a quick freshen I was ready to see what else was lurking in the city. I already knew where I was going. It was a fetish night at a place called Diabolo’s that had been created under the railway arches on an industrial estate and catered for all sorts of eclectic tastes.

I pulled out my favourite piece of clothing from my bottom drawer, although clothing is hardly what it actually does. It is a strappy leather affair that looks to all intents and purposes like a halter neck basque with all the panelling removed and just the outlines left as thin black lines. The leather is super soft and there are quite a few studs and silver buckles which are so cold they make me twinge as they touch my skin and I fasten them. There are also lots of fine silver chains dangling from the straps pretending to fill all the gaps but looking really cool.

I fix the collar round my neck and adjust it so that my breasts are lifted slightly and the chains rub against my nipples. I love that feeling! I fasten it around my chest and then my hips, tightening the straps that run between my legs and across my ass and belly. The chains form a sort of short skirt of no substance whatsoever, but flick against my cock, adding to my growing excitement. I attach some opaque black stockings and clips them to the suspenders before slipping into some knee high leather boots with a five inch stiletto heel. A pair of black lace opera gloves stretch along my arms to my elbows. Finally I put on a pair of large black pyramid earnings that also have tiny chains hanging from them.

As I look at myself in the mirror, checking the straps, I can feel myself hardening as I really do look like every guy’s fantasy! I totter across to the wardrobe as I’ve never really got the hang of heels this high, and pull out my beige trench coat, slipping it over my shoulders and checking myself in the mirror again. It is just long enough to give nothing away about what is underneath, my earrings and boots being the only clue that what lies underneath is probably a little out of the ordinary.

I had given the taxi driver a fifty to wait for me so I couldn’t take any longer than absolutely necessary. I grabbed my big tassel covered handbag, transferred over everything and went down the stairs as fast as I could, clinging to the bannister. Bloody heels! I slid into the cab dextrously without revealing too much and we were on our way.

There is nothing quite like an industrial estate at 3:00am. The music from Diabolo’s was pounding out and the signs were flashing garishly, but apart from that surreal sign of life, the surroundings were like a scene from a post apocalyptic world. Tatty, unloved, dirty, like a lived in garbage tip. There were a few punters waiting to get in, mainly young guys and a couple of girls, none of whom were dressed for the event, but at this time of night it was about the only place still open so the management were more than happy to take their money.

I unbuckled my coat and walked up to the front of the queue, being careful where I placed my feet as there was no way I wanted to go tumbling over, and the pavement was pretty uneven. It was pretty chilly and my nipples popped right out whereas my cock shrank and swung from side to side as I walked. It was still four inches long even when flaccid. The doorman hardly batted an eyelid at my attire, he was used to it, but I swear that the two guys I had pushed past at the front of the queue almost fell over as they gawped at me. The doorman relieved me of the twenty I was holding between my forefinger and thumb and I savoured the blast of warm air as he opened the door, the scent of hot sweaty bodies and cheap scent filling my nostrils. I stopped at the spotty youth at the cloakroom and handed in my coat and bag and received a numbered bracelet in return as well as a “nice outfit babe!” I ignored him.

I liked being called babe, especially when my cock was so clearly and visibly dangling didim escort between my legs. It reminded me that sex and femininity were defined by far more than whether you had a cock or a pussy. I was a babe. I had the most fabulous pair of tits. I was slim, fit and tanned. My persona oozed youth, femininity, beauty and desirability. The only thing getting in the way of what I wanted was the fact that most of the decent guys saw me as unattainable, and the jerks wouldn’t leave you alone. Being a babe often meant you also had to be a hard nosed bitch too, but only because men either refused to read the signals, or simply chose to ignore them.

I don’t know if you’ve been to a fetish club. I’ve only really ever been to this one and one in Berlin. This one was pretty tame by comparison in that although there was plenty of sex happening later on, all those involved were doing it in quiet corners and alcoves rather than on the dance floor. Berlin was just one big orgy! I wanted to dance, and the thing about this club and the resident DJ was that she loved trance music and so did I. I hit the dance floor as a space revealed itself and leapt in with a spin, causing my chains to flail a guy who was way too close and wearing a polka dot bikini and Doc Martin boots. He smiled at me and I mouthed ‘sorry’, deciding that I would need to be careful before spinning myself round again, even though I loved it!

I was looking for someone special, but had no idea what that actually meant. I would know when I saw them and had managed to speak with them for a few minutes. I moved around the throng of partying people, brushing against some, eyeing-up others. Maybe I was being too choosy, but no one stood out. I realised that I was looking for someone who had actually made an effort, someone with some style and who actually looked good in their gear. It was hardly unreasonable. I looked amazing, so why should I settle for less.

Then I saw her. She was sitting on a high stool at the bar, her legs crossed. The first thing I noticed was her long blonde hair. It was curled and full and looked almost like a lion’s mane. Her face was beautifully made up with bold purple eyeshadow, over length lashes and matching purple lips. Her hair rested on a gold sequinned bolero jacket under which she wore just a wide mesh fishnet body-stocking, a wide gold belt and a pair of over-the-knee black boots.

I knew at once she was a kindred spirit. She was quite aloof and avoiding all eye-contact, and I watched her expertly brush away an advance from a hopelessly out of his league guy. That convinced me. I edged my way across the dance floor towards her. I was going to get her anyway, but I wanted her to notice me first. Luck was on my side as the DJ faded into Children by Robert Miles. I could really put on a show now, although I’d need to tone it down a bit, as I had perfected a rather seductive routine to this song, one of my favourites of all time.

My body was writhing slowly like a snake, my arms were expressive, rising above my head and then following my curves down to my hips, brushing my breasts and touching my balls, all in perfect harmony with the music, inspired by my need to get her attention. I closed my eyes, letting the music and the feeling take me away. I loved this dance, and what I was wearing. It was impossible to not feel and look like sex. I felt something twitch inside that told me I was being observed and opened my eyes, knowing I was facing in her direction. Our eyes met. She did not look away. Her eyes burnt me with their emotionless stare, a look which I returned, continuing my dance.

I watched her look down my body and focus on my cock which was swinging as I swayed my hips. She uncrossed her legs. The body-stocking left nothing to the imagination, revealing a fabulously curvy body and its open crotch showing that she was completely shaved. She reached down and touched her pussy and her eyes had softened when she looked back up at me. I smiled, and she beamed back. I admired my catch in its sexy black netting, and slowly danced over to her, taking her head in my hands with confidence and kissing those full purple lips. Her tongue immediately darted into my mouth. She was the one. No conversation required.

Our almost naked breasts rubbed together as our kissing moved from French style to full-on Parisian. It was inevitable that my cock, which one could argue was my brain digor escort during my female cycle, was already rock hard and rubbing the inside of her thighs. Her hand reached down and guided me in. She was tight, wet, warm and felt as divine as she looked. I remembered that we were not in Berlin and could possibly be overstepping the mark, but then I thought ‘what the fuck’ and whispered in her ear. A moment later we were on the dance floor, my cock in her as we danced in a beautifully out of time slow motion, skipping every other beat, pressed together, hips grinding tas if they were joined. We could have been just dry humping, except neither of us had anything on down there, and anyone who cared to look would have seen exactly what was going on, and several did.

We were both supremely confident, proud of our bodies and loved showing them off. You could call us exhibitionists, but exhibitionism is a stupid word and not one I care for. When I had first heard the term it sounded so dull that I assumed it was a quicky at a trade show. Conversely, voyeurism sounds so much sexier and yet it really isn’t. It’s easy to be a voyeur and it’s passive. Pornography makes it pretty much a daily event for some, including me, but being on the other side actually requires some skill and an opportunity. You sort of need to be a bit of a pornstar, so I had coined the term pornstarism.

It was clear that my new friend and I both relished the opportunity to indulge in some pornstarism, you only had to look at what we were wearing to understand that. In addition, during our ever so brief conversation she had also said that she did not care if we got booted out of the club as we had found each other, and could enjoy ourselves privately anywhere, it was only here we could both put on a bit of a public show. In short, there was nothing to lose.

It was not long before we managed to acquire a bit of an audience and a bit of space. The inverse law of voyeurism says the more you like voyeurism, the less worthy of being an exhibitionist you are, and that was certainly true judging from the collective nerdiness surrounding us. However it did give us room to actually vary our act with some nipple action, some oral and several different approaches to penetration, at least one of which had some ballet-like qualities.

Eventually the two bouncers calmly and politely requested we desist and with that we decided that our night was over. That’s the trouble with England. They were so polite and pleasant that when we arrived at the door, my friend and I gave them both a blow job each to say thank you. Honestly, they deserved it, and their cocks were actually pretty impressive. It was 4:30am, and I wasn’t sure what to do or where to go as it was a twenty minute ride to my place and I didn’t want to disturb Ellie anyway.

Sometimes I wonder why I worry so much. It’s like some sort of angel looks over me. My new girlfriend sold cars at a high-end dealership just five minutes walk from the club so we headed over there and she let us in. As soon as I saw the Aston Martin I wanted to take her over the bonnet. It must have been the James Bond within me thinking that. She was a professional though! As I slumped into the bucket seat of the AM clutching the tiny steering wheel she went to an office and came back with three top-of-the-range Sony video cameras and tripods. “Porno?” She suggested. To be honest she didn’t say much and I really liked that about her. I might as well be honest: she had a bit of an irritating high pitched voice, one that sort of set your teeth on edge. Maybe someone had told her once which was why she was so quiet. She really looked good though, and that fabulous hair of hers made up for it. I could probably get used to it, I thought. Looking at her, I found myself drawn to those luscious lips of hers and pressed mine against them. I loved the way her lips talked to me when we kissed.

Personally I found fucking in front of a camera was almost as good as fucking in front of an audience. You were aware of the camera and had to perform. In some ways it was better as there were no distractions from the inevitable ass-hole who thought you might like him to join in, and you got the advantage of watching it back later and editing it to be super hot. I was good at editing. I was, after all, normally a nerdy bloke, not this hot vamp! I had experimented with ‘Only Fans’ once and at first dikmen escort I enjoyed the attention and the fact people were paying to see me enjoying a dildo. I mean, people shelling out their cash is a way better vote than a lame click on a ‘thumbs-up’.

The thing was that many of my ‘fans’ were pretty needy. Having made their monetary donation in-lieu of something more seminal, they felt I still owed them and that I was their friend now. Err, no! The banal requests were endless. I did a couple of “guest appearances”, and some of my fans paid well over the top to fuck me on camera. I also posted quite a few worn panties for £50 each, £100 if they had cum stains on them, and most did! I had some silicone dildos moulded from my cock. They went for £200 and a used one was a grand! I just laughed that someone would give me so much, but then that’s the free market. A hundred nicker for a pair of dirty knickers. Maybe they’ll end up in someone’s art collection one day and I was simply following in Tracy Emin’s footsteps!

It soon became pretty onerous and stopped being fun, so I stopped. I made £20,000 in two months with no real effort at all, but I didn’t need the money and, after raising myself up on to the moral high ground that my wealth allowed me, I certainly did not want to give the people who had created such an exploitative site twenty percent of my earnings. I deleted the account and jacked it in. It was so much better spending my time out with real like-minded people, like now!

I helped set up the camera’s and we set them rolling. We started off in-side. I was the driver, and she was the passenger giving me a blow job. I positioned a camera carefully by the brake pedal giving an unusual upshot of her in action. Another was looking in through the side window, and the final one was on the bonnet, looking down through the windscreen. I had to keep checking the monitor images on her phone to make sure we were getting good footage, or at least the full eight inches.

We moved onto the back seat, me behind her, the cameras all repositioned. That was the real fun, getting the right pose and right camera angles so you could get the action and make it sexy. Next she laid across the back seat on her back with the door open and head tilted back while I face fucked her. She was good at that and had no gag reflex whatsoever. Being deep in her throat was so hot I told her I was going to struggle not to come, and she just gave me a thumbs up as there was no way she could speak. I let go of my load, pulling out as I did for the benefit of the cameras, which caught the last few spurts. She had to right herself quickly though as my cum had started to flow into her nostrils.

She was a bit concerned that I would not be able to finish off, but I assured her that it would be no problem. This curse of mine was really useful on such occasions! Cameras in position, I licked her out as she spread herself on the bonnet until she came. It was a beautiful orgasm, I loved the way she arched her back and pushed her pussy into my face. She sat up, arms behind her, and after adjusting the camera angles again, I bent over her and fucked her fast and furious, the suspension squeaking in time to my pounding. I reckoned “Fast and Furious — 69” might be the perfect title for this car sex video and mentioned it. She loved the name. I was so turned on, and she was so hot, all I had to do was press my lips against hers and I came again, shooting into her hot pussy.

I was ready to wrap, but she demanded a 69 as I had put that in the title. I could see that made sense. She rotated round with her feet on the windscreen and head bent down over the grill. I slipped my cock into her mouth again and brought mine to her pussy, loving that taste of me and her. I can honestly say we forgot about the filming. This was heaven. The feeling of her hair on my thighs as I slid in and out of her throat, the feeling of her lips as I pulled out and pushed back in, it was the best ever. I used my fingers on her and I began to torment her clit with flicks from my tongue. I guess it was inevitable that we came together. Beautiful!

It was getting on towards 6:00am and I saw a slight look of panic. I helped her put everything back and even got the mop out. She handed me the three SD cards and gave me her contact details. I baulked at that momentarily, but then I thought that I really would like to see her again, and there was no easy way round it. I gave her mine. I called for a taxi and we headed home, our coats covering everything up and giving a sense of sweet innocence to us both. I snogged her all the way to her front door. I think its worth saying again. She really had lips to die for!

/to be continued

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Journal of a Beginning Sissy

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Amateur

Today was the day. After years of secretly watching feminization and sissy videos. I decided to stop being a sissy about buying sissy things and go get some panties.

It was a nerve wracking experience. At first I went to stores in the next town over, but they were all ridiculously busy. I got nervous and left each store after pacing around the make-up section like a creeper. I never even made it to the panty aisle.

Dejected I headed home feeling like a failure. I know you’re thinking, why don’t I just order through Amazon and avoid the shame. Well, its because I’m separated from my wife due to work. We still are happily married with joint accounts, but live in different states. She would notice an Amazon order and question the purchase. Cash and in person is my only option. So far I have saved a couple hundred in cash to get me started in dressing. I’m definitely on a budget. I can’t believe how expensive everything is… $10 for cheap foundation no brush included. Arggh!

So I’m driving home, and I remember this ghetto Family Dollar store near my apartment. No one I know would shop there, because it is in a really bad neighborhood. I stopped there once to get some frozen burritos on the way home and a crack whore offered to blow me for $20. I didn’t have enough cash on me, so I declined. I would like to think I would have said no if I had the $20, but now I’m getting off topic.

I pull into the Family Dollar, and walk in with my shoulders back and head İzmir travesti held high. I’m determined no matter how busy it is, I’m at least purchasing something. I don’t know these people and I don’t care. I walk in and quickly find the make-up section. They have a very small selection, but to me it’s huge! I have absolutely no idea what I should get and I’m afraid to touch anything.

I’m in the aisle for only a few minutes and a store clerk walks up to me. Seriously, Family Dollar isn’t known for customer service, and today is the day a clerk decides to ask me if I need help? WTF!

I tell her I don’t need help. But she is persistent. She asks if my wife sent me to buy her a few things… Shoulders back, head held high.. Fuck it I don’t know these people and I don’t care. I look her dead in the eye and say No I’m shopping for myself.

Apparently there aren’t many crossdressers frequenting this store. Her jaw dropped, and she literally asked me why and what I was going to do with it. I wanted to reply I was going to get dressed up and fuck my ass with a cucumber, but I’m not that bold. Instead I just told her I was going to put it on and feel pretty. She congratulated me for being so open and honest and then stood there watching me for what seemed like ages before walking away.

I found some foundation, eye shadow, fake lashes, lipstick and a brush after she left and walked to the panty aisle of the store. Unfortunately a family was there İzmir travestileri picking up some things for their daughter. I am not looking for panties with a family standing right next to me, so I wander the store till they leave. Wandering the store with an arm full of make-up for everyone to see made me feel like a complete perv. It was a rough experience to wait out. Finally the family left and I was able to move in.

Getting the aisle to myself was a relief. I came prepared. I knew my size and was going to grab a pack and head directly to the check-out. Problem was they didn’t have my size hanging up neatly on the rack for a quick snatch and grab. Instead I had to fish through the pile of panties that had fallen off the rack to the bottom shelf.

After fishing through the panty package pile for ages; I found two packs in my size. I found a pack of high rise briefs and a pack of hipsters in my size. I choose the hipsters and bee-lined it for the register.

The cashier was the same clerk who approached me in the make-up section. Now I don’t just have make-up, I have panties as well. My nerves were fried, but I was almost done. Fuck it I don’t know these people and I don’t care.

I place my items on the counter. She literally fans them all out for everyone behind me to see. I mentally tell myself I’m being self conscious and to calm down. As she rings each item ups she looks up at me and forces eye contact. I’m getting irritated, Travesti izmir but I’m not backing down so I stare right back at her refusing to look away.

I know I’m not being silly now. This is an official pissing contest. As she rings each item up rather than placing it in a bag she sets it back on the counter all nice and neat for all to see. When she is done, she tells me the total and I hand her some bills.

Waiting for her to give me my change and bag my items took forever. It was like she was intentionally moving in slow motion. As she was bagging my purchase up she loudly asks if I do shows dressed up, because she would like to come. I reply No it’s more of a private thing. Hoping she would take a hint.

She didn’t. Instead she goes on that it is great that we live in a country where guys can express themselves, and if I want to wear pretty pink panties I should.

My ears were on fire. They had to have been bright red from embarrassment at this point. I took my bag politely thanked her and turned to leave.

As I walked away from the counter I could hear the guy behind disgustedly mutter Fag. Fuck it, I don’t know these people and I don’t care. I finally got some stuff to dress up a little with.

Total spent approx. $40… Not everything at Family Dollar is a dollar.

Feelings: I feel good. Overall a positive experience. It was a little confrontational, but it felt good to actually vocalize to someone that I do this. The embarrassment was unwanted but if I am honest it was a turn on, especially at the end. I’ll probably use that store again for make-up. I wish they had a bigger selection of clothes. They mainly have pjs and workout women’s clothing. I like yoga pants but I want dresses, skirts, blouses, and heels.

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College Chronicles Ep. 14

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No Panties

Author’s Note:

“Anonymous user on 11/21/2020

Can’t wait until Jaxx takes Sami’s cherry with the girls helping… Sami is going to finally get all the fucking she wants and more!”

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Here it is, I hope you all enjoy!

If you’re less interested in character/build-up, I recommend you jump to the back half.

Content Warning: Some rough sex, verbal abuse, offensive/homophobic language, anal sex, and just a touch of reluctance.

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It was an early evening in mid December, and I was alone in 001. But not for long.

We’d reached the ultimate weekend before the last week of classes, to be followed by winter break. A stressful time of year… but Jaxx’s ‘support’ for my academic work had taken a lot of that off my plate. Even so, I thought I’d earned holiday time after finishing all of my work; three papers and a couple of exams!

So I was cruising, mentally past very skippable classes, daydreaming about Cindy.

Once the euphoria of my de-virginizing had worn off, I’d been worried that our relationship would change. With my final mystery explored, all battle lines ceded, would Cindy tire of me? Go back to Jaxx, or move on to someone with more to offer?

But that hadn’t happened at all; if anything, our bond was stronger. We’d seen each other every day since that experimental night, and Cindy was even more cuddly and touchy-feely than before, often playing with my hair, groping, and lavishing me with lewd compliments. We’d had sex a few times since, each better than the last as I grew more comfortable with the humiliating, intoxicating vulnerability. It helped that we always did it in missionary– something about her gorgeous eyes burning with lust and compassion as she took me made every touch and caress thrilling, lit my senses on fire.

One day she’d made me wear a plug to classes again, teasing me via her phone to the absolute edge, until I was whimpering into my hand and fidgeting at the growing wet patch in my panties. I’d gone straight from classes to her room, collapsing onto her with desperate kisses, begging to be fucked. That time her neighbors weren’t out, and the next day I was mercilessly teased by her Sorority sisters for the sounds I’d made all night.

Even with our evolving dynamic, I fought a host of fearful specters about the impending trip to my family home. How would my family react to me? Would they be able to see the differences? How would they react to her? Would they even believe we were dating? How would SHE react to them? Her family was wealthy– would she look down on my ordinary origins? Would my family embarrass me? Make her think twice about being with me?

The questions, worries, and anxiety from the unknown situation were significant. Going home had ramifications on my entire life! At the beginning of the year the whole situation would have had me curled into a ball in a dark room with a bad stomachache, catastrophizing and spiralling further into negative thought patterns.

But months of being around Cindy, her advice, guidance, confidence, occasional torture… it had made me stronger. I was more resilient, more sure. The physical aspect had a part in it; look good, feel good, and all that. There was more though, a psychological change that I couldn’t put words to but felt undeniably.

So instead of panicking and spiralling about… everything, I danced around 001, singing along to Christmas music while I worked.

I was wearing a pair of pink sweat pants and one of Jaxx’s hoodies, which hung like a tent on my small, slim form. I hadn’t left the room all day, and the outfit was just plain comfortable. Plus, I liked wearing his clothes; heavy and warm, they carried traces of his masculine scent like a ghostly reminder of his presence.

The work I was doing was cleaning 001 from top to bottom. That morning, on his way out, Jaxx had asked over his shoulder if I wanted to go out with him and Cindy that evening. I was surprised she hadn’t asked me herself, but said yes all the same; what was I doing otherwise?

Unfortunately, it wasn’t that simple.

He’d shot me his trademark smirk and elaborated– we were hosting a pre-game in 001, and he was busy all day. Could I clean up and get things ready? I’d started to stammer a response, but he hadn’t waited for yes or no.

“Great, thanks pussy. There’s drinks in the fridge, if you want to get started early.”

He’d slammed the door behind him, and I’d stood for a second, a little bemused, a little confused. At least there was a thanks, though it was paired with that awful moniker. But so many mysteries remained: Where were we going? Who else was coming?

Of course I hadn’t said anything to him about my activities with Cindy. And of course (at least I assumed) she had told him. He didn’t mention it, but I knew he knew from the lingering looks he gave me and the increasingly frequent gropings and the sly way he smiled at me. Every interaction had become so dangerous, so full of potential– even simple conversation İzmir travesti was portentous and loaded.

In his absence, a pebble of fear settled in my gut; God I hoped it wasn’t another clubbing excursion. But as I said, I had newfound strength, and I was able to shrug off misgivings and, with only a little procrastination, set to cleaning.

Like nearly everything else about us, my space (the corner of the room with my bed and desk) and Jaxx’s (everywhere else) were almost exact opposites. I’m a fastidious person, taking pride in eliminating clutter, keeping my room spotless and having a set place for all of my belongings. I even made my bed most mornings, a habit instilled by my mother, who’d spent every other weekend of my childhood cleaning our house from top to bottom, usually with my help.

Jaxx didn’t make his bed, to say the least. He brought his chaotic, devil-may-care masculinity to the space, flouting organization like he was allergic. His area was strewn with clothing, papers and books from lessons, even wrappers from food and crumpled drink cans.

His aversion to picking up after himself wore at my patience; clutter was one thing, but the actual garbage was the worst, especially when I came to recognize certain bits that lingered for days as he stepped over and ignored them. But what could I say about it, to his intimidating, iron presence? After a few brushed off requests early in the year, I’d learned to just quietly clean the most offensive mess, and try to live around the rest.

That day, however, I was more thorough.

I started by collecting and disposing of all the trash, gingerly discarding every scrap of plastic and empty beer can, even the ones buried under piles of clothing. I was surprised to find some condom wrappers among the refuse; I’d never witnessed him use one, assumed he refused categorically. I guess some girls were hot enough to make Jaxx compromise. I mulled over that for a bit, a strange mix of jealousy and bemusement. He would never respect a request like that from me… But at the same time, I couldn’t imagine why someone would want Jaxx to cover his cock up. It was the best part, feeling it’s bulging veins, the incredible heat it threw off.

That was when I needed a distraction and turned on Christmas music: Wham and Mariah and the Jackson Five and more. The songs helped me forget Jaxx’s haunting presence and lose myself in the satisfying simplicity of cleaning. Refuse taken care of, I bopped around the apartment picking up scattered laundry. Dirty socks, sweat-stained t’s, crumpled hoodies, and worn boxers, all still reeking of him, were distributed across the room in small piles or hanging off of furniture. Maybe I should have been grossed out, handling his soiled clothing. But clothes were different from trash… And I was comfortable enough around Jaxx by then to not mind; I’d had worse than his sweat on me.

I actually kind of enjoyed it. The zen of mindless work drowned out tiny niggling worries, but most of all was nice to feel useful. If I could do well enough, maybe he’d see how much better the room was clean. Maybe he’d notice how hard I worked, pay attention to me for a reason not related to touching me. With that in mind, I split his laundry up by whites and darks, bundled it into hampers and the shared machines in the communal laundry room. I vacuumed and dusted while they cycled, cleaning every inch of our bedroom and bathroom. When the laundry finished I luxuriated in the soft heat of his man-sized clothes, lovingly folded and stacked everything in the most appropriate places I could find.

Finally, I was done, and 001 was as clean as it had ever been. While I was busy, time had flown by, and I was a little upset to find that neither Cindy or Jaxx had messaged me to explain what was going on. My nervous energy overflowed, and I paced around the room, desperate for a distraction but afraid to do anything that might mar my perfect cleaning job.

Then, with almost suspiciously bad timing, a forceful knock sounded at the door. The rapping of knuckles on wood made me jump, and I froze with uncertainty for a moment. It couldn’t be Jaxx; he would just let himself in. Cindy wouldn’t be so severe in her knocking. There was really only one other possible visitor, but I was too slow to put the pieces together.

They all fell into horrible place when I swung the door open and was almost blinded by the lustrous gold of Aurora’s long locks. She swept into the room wordlessly, barely noticing me, but paused in surprise at how spotless it was. The first sounds out of her mouth were a mocking mumble of understanding, for herself more than me.

“Damn, little bitch makes a good maid… “

It was only then she turned her regard to me, and I wished she hadn’t as I wilted under the judgmental heat of her piercing blue eyes. She slowly took me in, eyes narrowing in disapproval as she saw Jaxx’s hoodie hanging from my small frame.

She put my casual look to shame, dressed İzmir travestileri for a wild christmas party. Tall green heels led to candy cane thigh high socks, which ended under a shiny green mini dress with fluffy white trimming. The dress didn’t have a neckline, secured tightly around her otherwise exposed chest, creating scandalous cleavage. She wore a matching shiny green hat at a jaunty angle; every bit Santa’s sexy helper. I couldn’t help stare slack-jawed at the sensational beauty before me, but the look I received back was devastatingly dismissive.

“Is THAT what you’re wearing?”

Her tone was so haughty and powerful that I was immediately transported back to high school. I felt as small and powerless as I had then, crumbling into stuttering pieces in front of her.

“N-no I-I–“

She didn’t wait for my explanation, spinning on one heel and clicking across the room to sit on the couch, where she withdrew her phone. She issued an impatient instruction over her shoulder.

“–‘N-n-no I-I-I-‘shut up. Take my boyfriend’s clothes off, fucking faggot.”

I winced at the slur, feeling it like a slap in the face. Then I jumped to follow, tearing the top off to reveal a light white camisole underneath. As I pulled clear, I saw Aurora take notice of my developing chest, visible through the thin cloth.

“Fucking slut.”

There was no winning with her.

I turned away, trying to hide the tears that burned at the edges of my eyes. Why was she so cruel? I thought back to freshman meet week. When we spoke in the cafeteria she had been affable, even kind. The next time I saw her, it had been the opposite. And worse and worse since, up to then in 001, where I felt that she was trying to make me cry. I told myself I could resist. She was just some mean bitch. I didn’t want to fuck her anymore. Couldn’t fuck her anymore… I had Cindy anyway. Aurora was part of Sam and highschool, not Sami and college.

My self-reassurances rang hollow. She was an insanely gorgeous mean bitch, one I was obsessed with. Wanting to have her was a symptom of wanting to be her.

Thinking it explicitly rocked me– I wanted to BE Aurora. I pushed it down, but couldn’t suppress the raging emotions, which brought the frustrated question springing from my lips.

“B-but… WHY?!”

Across the room she turned around to face me, arching one eyebrow, surprised by the volume and dubious strength of my outburst.

“Why… what?”

“Wha-… Why are you so MEAN? I never… I thought… You… When you… In the caf… You were…”

A cunning light shone through her sky-blue eyes, and she threw back her head and laughed, long blonde locks flowing like her ridicule.

“Oh my god, you’re so DUMB!”

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t that. The familiar blush rose hot in my cheeks as she railed against me.

“You expect ME to be nice? To YOU? I don’t know WHY you would think that. You were such a pervy fucking dweeb in highschool, always staring at me… Yeah, it was fucking obvious, everyone noticed. That shit was EMBARRASSING. And now…”

She looked me up and down, and if looks could kill I’d have been ashes on a mantle.

“I don’t know WHAT you are.”

She paused, offered a simpering smile.

“Besides, you threw away your chance to be my friend.”

I stammered out a questioning denial without considering possible consequences.

“W-what? N-n-no you–“

“–Yes! I told you to ask Jaxx for my number! You never fucking asked! You totally forgot about me!”

Was that what had happened? I thought I remembered differently… But she was so heated, words firing as bullets, cutting off my denial.

“I didn–“

“–Yes you fucking did! Once you saw that ginger bitch! You totally fucked everything up, you stupid cunt!”

I had no idea what she was referring to. What did Cindy have to do with anything? Luckily, she was mad enough to explain, between insults.

“You were supposed to fucking text ME… you were so creepy and obsessed! I can’t believe I was actually going to give you a chance!”

Her smile turned absolutely chilling; gorgeous and deadly. I shuddered at her latent viciousness as frozen words rolled out like smoke from dry ice.

“Then I would have made you Jaxx’s bitch, instead of fucking Cindy. You COULD have been with ME.”

The simple statement knocked my head into orbit, a remote satellite to reality.

She’d wanted me to text her? She would have guided me through my transformation? I found it hard to believe; but why would she lie? She clearly didn’t care what I thought. And her truth hurt; the limitless abuse she piled on compounding my own feelings of guilt, lost opportunity, and fear. Had I actually insulted her? How would things be different if I’d been with her? What was she going to do to me as revenge?

What was even going on? First Cindy, then Jaxx, and Aurora too? Not to mention Natalie… What was happening, that all these gorgeous Travesti izmir people were paying attention to me… ANGRY with me for the ways I returned (or didn’t) that attention? Something like that would have been totally unthinkable to me in highschool, not even in my dreams. It was hard to believe, even with Aurora shouting at my face.

I had no excuse. It simply hadn’t occurred to me to try to contact her. She was unattainable, a reminder of how low and worthless I had always been. There was no patience for my stumbling from her ire, she didn’t wait for any response.

“And now you have the AUDACITY to be crushing on my boyfriend?! Yeah, I fucking know about that dance, slut!”

She cut me off again before I could register what she said, before I could offer excuse or denial. It was clear that she wouldn’t believe anything I said, anyway.

“It’s actually kind of sad… You think Jaxx would go for a little gay boy like you? When he has ME?!”

She gestured to herself, and I couldn’t help but gawk. Her hair was long and shiny, skin clear and beautiful, muscles toned, breasts round and full, waist thin, hips wide and curvy. She was too beautiful; angelic. How could I ever have thought Jaxx would even consider me, in a competition with her? Despite my promises, tears began to leak from my eyes at her cruel truths.

She noticed, and took a moment to spare me. Or maybe just to choose a new weak spot. Her eyes sharpened, and a gulp was audible in my throat.

“I’m just hurt, Sam… -i. Especially that you picked CINDY over me. That rich skank has horrible fucking taste. And she looks like a man… “

The sky blue eyes softened, but the hellish light in them flared.

“But I guess that’s why you like her, huh faggot?”

A responding fire lit in my gut. I might have been too cowardly to defend myself, but I couldn’t let her slander Cindy like that.

“Cindy LIKES me! Cindy is… Amazing! She’s… kind! You-… You’re horrible!”

“Hah!!”

My outburst was weak and thin; the dismissive laugh was a sledgehammer through it.

“Oh that’s so cute, you’re like a yappy little dog. Shut up doggie! God, I can’t wait till Jaxx… ohh, no no no, not yet.”

I didn’t understand what she meant, and she changed subject abruptly. The fake smile lighting her face only lasted that moment, before twisting into something more… normal.

“Do you remember when Max shoved you in that locker?”

A real smile stretched her face, and she looked exactly like every other time she had ever smiled when we were in highschool. Then I was back there, back in the locker, and she smiled the exact same way at Max as he barked an ugly laugh and slammed the locker shut.

I froze. I’d managed to forget high school entirely for the past few months, but her spiteful reminder threw me back into that same weak, insecure mindset. She was the exact same. The exact same queen bee unattainable out of this world gorgeous bitch she’d been back then. She pushed the issue, proving me right.

“Didn’t you ask me out right before that? Were you too fucking scared to try again, Pussy?”

The fire inside me, lit with indignation at insults to Cindy, blossomed. Maybe she was the same– I wasn’t. I’d changed, even in the small amount of time at been at college. Cindy had showed me things didn’t need to be the same, and I didn’t need to be ashamed or scared.

There was a deep breath, and Sami responded, not Sam.

“Yeah I did. And yeah, I was. But now I’m GLAD. You SUCK.”

Was that surprise on her face? If so, only for a millisecond. The haughty smile returned, and her lips parted to speak. I was determined not to let her bull over me again, to vent my anger and frustration and even disappointment with her, so I opened my mouth too, unsure of what would come out.

But a knock on the door stopped us both, and I finally noticed a light blinking on my phone. Cindy. Not waiting for anything from Aurora, I rushed over and threw the door open, struggling to control suddenly ragged breathing as I lost the battle against tears.

My savior stood in the doorway as I’d hoped. She had a long white bag slung over one shoulder, and was dressed similarly to me, for comfort rather than looks. Her vulpine features carried that sharp, mischievous look that told me she was in a good mood, but it faded as she recognized my own red eyes and pouting lips.

“Hey bi– What’s wrong?”

She stepped in and saw Aurora still sitting on the couch, who waved without looking; the answer to her question obvious.

“Oh…”

I wanted to shout and squeal and snitch. But as I tried to think of words, it all sounded so stupid, even just in my head. ‘She called me bad names, she was really mean, she said you look like a man!’ I couldn’t say any of it in front of her, it would be just… too much. So I held my tongue and made my eyes wide, pleading to Cindy for help nonverbally. Somehow, she got the message.

There was a pause, everyone feeling the charged energy of the room. She took a closer look at my face, a questioning glance back to Aurora, who was taking a selfie with her tongue stuck out and her hand in her hair, as if we didn’t exist. Cindy turned back to me and rolled her eyes, speaking in an only barely lowered voice.

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I found out accidentally. I was in my room after school with my friend Marcus. We had been friends since elementary school and grew up together. We started drifting apart as he grew up faster than me, joined the basketball team and started getting girls. I enticed him over with the fact that I had broadband cable Internet, whereas he was still stuck with dialup. I didn’t explicitly say it, but it was obvious ly an offer to look at porn.

Marcus was fascinated that I could just open a browser window and have streaming porn right away. It was about 6PM after school and we were both at my computer desk clicking on link after Link. Marcus was hard in his shorts and rubbing, and I was the same.

I offered to switch seats and let Marcus control the mouse. He clicked around the porn site voraciously, looking at Interracial, amateur and MILF categories.

We came upon a link for a video titled “White Mom Fucked by Black Neighbor”, which Marcus opened up. We were both rubbing our erections as the video loaded. I looked over and couldn’t help but notice that his erection was way bigger than mine based on his bulge.

The video started out pretty standard with a closeup of the white woman’s face sucking a big black cock. Marcus groaned and we both watched intently. The woman stood up revealing a tight but curvy body and we both watched in awe as she was penetrated by him in missionary style, bareback.

We stared at her legs wobbling in the air as she got pounded. Marcus turned to me. “you cool if I, uh…” I was silent but nodded. “You should, um, with yours too.”

My heart raced as Marcus pulled down his basketball shorts and a huge black cock sprang out. I sheepishly pulled down my shorts revealing my little pink white dick. Marcus looked at it briefly and saw me looking at his.

“Guess, um, we’re pretty different,” he said chuckling.

I was frozen with embarrassment but managed to talk. “Yeah, um… you’re really big compared to me. Like the guys in the video.”

Marcus nodded and started to masturbate. I jerked off and we both stared at the fat white ass and thick thighs jiggling on a black dick in the back seat of a car. As I watched it I noticed something.

“Looks like our car,” I said quietly. “She even has the same air freshener and the same kinda… magazines and books in the back of the…” i trailed off.

Marcus laughed and pressed fast forward. We watched them change positions to doggy, then cowgirl. My hardon was raging. He pressed play again as the black guy was grabbing her ass and asking her:

“Can I cum in you baby? Tell me where to cum. You want that nut?,””

We both masturbated antalya travesti as we watched the guy cum in her. After a few moments of recovery he pulled out and picked up the camera. He brought his dick up to her face and started rubbing it on her lips.

That’s when I saw her face.

I froze and Marcus gasped aloud. “That’s, that’s…” He said, shocked. I was shocked too. The face on the screen belonged to my mom.

Marcus looked at me and back to the screen. My mom was sucking on a big black cock and licking her own juices off of him.

“Dude is that really…” He clicked on the profile and suddenly we were faced with 100 different video clips of my mom having sex with black guys.

I knew my mom liked black guys. She often brought them home. I grew up being confused while masturbating to the sounds of them having sex. I didn’t tell anyone this, of course.

I was embarrassed but turned on. We were both still stroking as we sat there in silence.

“It’s my mom,” I said finally. “She… likes having sex with black guys. But I didn’t know she put this stuff online. We can stop if you want.” I looked over and saw his huge black erection and knew that he didn’t want to stop.

Marcus didn’t answer and instead clicked on a clip titled “Creampie Gangbang.” In the first few minutes alone I watched several different black guys cum in my mom. I was embarrassed to be jacking off to this in front of my friend but he seemed to have forgotten that I was even there.

“Your mom is such a slut,” Marcus said as we both watched the screen. “I wonder how many black dudes she’s fucked. And no condoms either. There must be 100 videos here.”

“Yeah, I…” I was shaking with embarrassment but fixated on the screen as another black guy came inside her. “Oh wow, fuck,” I pointed to the screen as a black dude pulled out of her and a bunch of cum dribbled out of her pussy. I was masturbating pretty frantically and couldn’t help but react. “He just came inside my mom like so much.”

“You think your mom would let me do her?” Marcus chuckled and slid down in his chair a bit to show off his dick. “I’m almost as big as those guys and I’m still growing.”

I was impossibly horny and incredibly embarrassed. I looked over at his dick and watched as his big hand stroked up and down the length of his shiny black dick. I gulped.

“Yeah probably, um…” I tried not to let him see me staring. “You’re really big, like way bigger than me. She’d probably love, um, your thing inside her.”

Marcus groaned as we both returned our attention to my mom’s fat ass rippling as she took izmir travesti black dick raw in doggy style. I could tell he wanted me to say more.

“I bet you could cum in my mom,” I stopped stroking for a second to turn up the volume. My mom’s screams and the sound of her ass being pounded filled the room. Marcus groaned again and I could see precum dripping from his fat black cock head.

“I’m serious, dude. My mom gets drunk every night, she’s on the couch with her pussy out, you should sleep over. Maybe we can hang out with her in the pool. She can see how big your black cock is, and she’s obviously fucking obsessed with big black cock.” My mind was reeling and I was so turned on. I saved the video to my bookmarks and then went back to jerking off. “I want you to fuck her and I’d love to watch.”

Marcus was breathing heavily. “You think I can stay over tonight?”

“Yeah dude… Fuck I want you to fuck my mom with your black dick so bad.” I was close to cumming. The mounting embarrassment was pushing me closer.

Marcus groaned again. “Pool. Let your mom see my big black dick. Get her drunk.”

I nodded and we watched as another black guy exploded in my mom’s pussy on the computer screen.

“You watch and jerk your little white thing,” He suddenly looked down at his cock and made a noise of frustration. “So dry. God I’m so close but I never jack off dry.”

I blushed and apologized. “I usually just…” I spit in my hand and used the wet thumb and forefinger to jerk my tiny thing. He bit his lip. “Yeah but I have cotton mouth from smoking weed.” He kept slowly stroking as I stared at the screen where my mom was sucking a black cock that was just in her pussy.

“I mean, dude I don’t have dry mouth so…” My heart was pounding. I didn’t want to do anything gay and upset him.

“Yeah, yeah just,” he looked at the screen again. “fuck dude your mom is such a black cock slut. Can you just… put some spit on my dick so I can cum?”

I was silent for a moment. “It’s not gay, right? If I… touch it?”

“Fuck no dude. Like, it’s not gay that you’re jacking off to big black dick cumming in your mom right?” He huffed a bit. “Like… you obviously love big black dick in your mom, that seems gay, but you’re not gay, so,” he trailed off. I could tell he was rambling and just wanted me to do it.

“Okay, okay,” I slowly gathered my spit and filled the palm of my hand. He stroked downward on his dick so it was full and twitching. He looked at me as I rubbed my spit on my fingers.

I heard my mom screaming in the background as I wrapped my hand around the tip my friend’s black dick, with my spit coating his head. He immediately threw his head back and groaned as I let it dribble down.

“Rub it in,” he said urgently. I obeyed and I rubbed his head with my wet palm and fingers. The feeling of his huge black cock in my hand was weird but good. I rubbed and stroked his head and the top of his cock. “Don’t stop.” He said. “Keep going.”

I realized that I was basically jacking my friend off while we watched my mom getting fucked. I leaned over and spit on his cock head as I rubbed his head faster and faster.

“I want you to cum in my mom,” I said, eliciting a moan from him. “I want you to fill my mom with your black cum,” he groaned and shut his eyes. “Please cum in my mom,” Marcus started thrusting against my palm and fingers. I suddenly felt Marcus’s large hand reaching behind me and wrapping around the back of my head. I let him push my head down until I was right above his huge fat black cock.

“Just a little, just for a second.” he said in a whine. “Just kiss it for a second okay? It’s not gay, I won’t tell anyone.” He forced my head down further until my lips were right up against his huge plump black cock head. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grunted.

I didn’t have a choice. And I was so horny. I opened my lips and felt his big head slip into my mouth. Warm, soft but hard. Salty. I tasted his precum.

Not sure exactly what to do, I started kissing and licking it and sucking on it like a lollipop. Marcus pushed down on my head further until his entire cock head was in my mouth. I sucked on the tip as he started to shake.

Marcus let out a short yell as he came. I felt it harden and suddenly my mouth was flooded with him. Creamy, salty and hot. It shot back on my tongue. Marcus grabbed my hair as he orgasmed in my mouth.

Suddenly he pulled my head off and pushed me away. We sat there awkwardly for a second as we both watched my mom wrap her legs around a black guy as he grunted. “I’m cumming, Imma nut,” My mom straddled him hard and grabbed his ass. “Cum in me, cum in me, oh fuck, cum in me.”

I sat there with Marcus’s nut in my mouth for a second and decided to take care of myself. I let a bit of him dribble onto my fingers and went back to stroking. I swallowed him and I was cumming in no time. Way less than him and mine just dribbled out of my little pink dick.

Marcus had gotten dressed and was checking his cellphone distractedly. “Yo um, send me those videos okay?”

“Yeah okay um… are you going to sleep over tonight?”

“You’re serious about that?” He seemed surprised.

“Yeah I mean… I’d fucking love that, seriously. You fucking my mom. You nutting in her pussy,” the words made my heart pound.

“You’re on, white boy,” He smiled. “Ask for permission and let me know.”

I tucked my little dick into my boxers and began the long wait for my mom to get home.

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Brooke lay there for only moments when she heard the splash of water and Tyler grunting as he pulled himself out of the pool. She didn’t turn to look but she knew he was close, she could hear his breathing and feel his presence. She desperately wanted to turn and watch his muscles flexing and working as he dried himself. Unable to stand the tension any longer she turned her shoulders to face him, shielding her eyes from the sun she immediately noticed the bulge in his shorts. She felt a rush of blood to her vulva, her body responding to the sight.

“Do you think you could control yourself if I asked you to rub some lotion on my back?” Brooke asked seductively whilst nodding towards his crotch.

“I’ll try,” Tyler laughed. “Not sure I want to though.”

She lay back down with a devilish smirk knowing her performance had worked to perfection. “Well try….HARD,” Brooke teased.

Tyler straddled her with the oil in hand, sitting on the back of her knees. “Is that OK? Not too heavy?” he asked.

“No, it’s fine.”

“Not hurting?”

“No, it’s fine,” Brooke giggled.

“Y’know, Mom you’re not exactly making it easy, I’m not a kid anymore, I’m a man now,” Tyler stated as he drizzled oil onto her skin.

“Is that so?” she answered, teasingly.

“Yeah, it is…and you looking so fuckin incredibly sexy around me, teasing me.”

“Teasing you?” Brooke answered. As she reached up and popped the halter-neck ties of her bikini over her head, gathering up hair from her neck she added “I really don’t know what you mean?”

“Oh, you know exactly what you’re doing…turning me on, you know I want you and I know you want me.” Tyler expertly snapped open the plastic clip of the bikini back strap and the material sprung open.

“Ehm…excuse me Mr.?” said Brooke, craning her neck to scorn him. “I’m your mom, you’re my son. What would people say?”

His eyes widened as they immediately feasted on the paler, softer skin at the side of her breasts which bulged out and pressed against the sun lounger. Brooke’s cheeks flushed as she knew his eyes were all over her. Following the creases of the strap marks his eyes surveyed her fleshy mounds intently. He had seen her sunbathing in this state before but had not been this close for years, and certainly never with sexual tension between them. His eyes lingered on the thin silvery scars of her stretch marks near the soft skin of her armpit and the two little freckles on the side of her left breast as he trickled oil onto her back.

“People? What people? I Don’t care about people, besides who’s gonna know?”

Brooke was pleased to hear his passionate words, to know he wanted her no matter what turned her on so much. That combined with being pinned under his weight and the feel of his big strong hands on her was quickly becoming too much to bear.

Her succulent skin rippled under the pressure of his strong fingers as he massaged the oil slowly over her shoulder blades. Goosebumps pricked up on her arms as a wave of tingles bolted through her body, stiffening her nipples and swelling her vulva. “Mmnm…that feels so good.”

Tyler grinned. His huge hands almost spanned the width of her back as he smoothed over her once more, over her shoulders and down her arms. He traced his fingers in the warmth and softness of her armpits, causing Brooke to giggle and twitch. Tyler wanted to touch every part of her to see her naked, exposed and vulnerable.

His thumbs rolled over her tight neck muscles. “You’re tight and stressed…I can feel it,” Tyler said softly.

“Mmnn…not anymore,” she mumbled her reply, heddy in arousal. Brooke lifted her torso, pulling out her bikini top from under her, and tossing it away to the ground. Tyler got a glimpse of her breasts dangling and swinging, before watching her fleshy globes squash and bulge against the lounger as she lay back down. Blood pulsed into his penis seeing his mother practically naked under him.

“You don’t have a girlfriend? I’ve not seen anyone here since…Stacey.”

His hands set to work again, soothing her neck, rubbing his thumbs down her spine, circling her lumbar muscles.

“I’m not interested. There’s only one girl I have an interest in.” Brooke melted inside, a warm feeling radiated through her as Tyler shuffled himself down her legs as he pooled more oil into his palms and rubbed them together. Brooke went from aroused to drenched wet, instantly as his big strong hands massaged the back of her thighs. His fingers sneaked under her bikini briefs, tightening the material against her pussy.

“Mmmn” Brooke croaked as he smoothed up high zonguldak escort thighs again and again with the heel of his hand, his thumbs dipping in between her thighs massaging, stroking her warm, tender skin.

Tyler tugged a little at the strings on both sides of her bikini bottoms, pausing waiting for her protest. “…Tyl_er?…you can’t.”

“…do you want me to stop?”

Tyler waited for her response, almost drooling in anticipation. Brooke too waited for bravery to mouth the words she so wanted to, she knew there was no going back from this. Brooke closed her eyes, screwing up her brow in the shame of her submission as she hesitantly spoke. “….no.” ‘Oh my god I can’t believe I said that!’

Tyler wasted no time in untying the remainder of the knots, first the left, slowly pulling at the tassle…and then the right. He allowed the striking red fabric to lay loose across her buttocks, giving her time to get comfortable in her decision. “Mmn fuck,” she whispered to herself as he smoothed his hands again up her thighs and up onto his mother’s ass again and again, subtly dragging the last remaining piece of her modesty onto her thighs.

Brooke felt the sun, and Tyler’s lust devouring every part of her, her vulva pulsed at the thrill of her vulnerability. Tyler noticed the wet spot on the inside of her bikini bottoms as he slowly pulled them from her. They tickled through her thighs, grazing her clitoris as he removed the remainder of her scanty veil and dropped them to the ground. Brooke instinctively snapped her legs closed tighter, thrusting her arms down trying to cover her ass with her hands

“Ah…TYLER, I didn’t mean to take them off…will you behave!” Brooke bit at her lip at the equal measure of shame and excitement of now being naked in front of her son.

“Don’t be embarrassed, no one can see you.”

“You can!”

“Yeah, but you want me to see!” Brooke became more aroused, not only at their taboo flirting, but at his confidence. Tyler watched the symmetrical grace of her shoulder blades as she eventually moved her arms back above her head, relaxing under his hands. Her supple skin glistened with oil as he slipped and slid over her body.

Her eyes widened in surprise as an involuntary moan escaped on her increasingly labourd breath as Tyler’s strong hands kneaded her buttocks.

“Wow, Mom. Your ass is just…wow!”

Brooke was too consumed in trying to control herself to respond. Tyler spread his fingers gripping, wobbling the plump, round cheeks, admiring the perfection of his mother’s ass, she felt her syrupy juices leak out of her and soak her thighs and the fabric of the sunlounger.

A smile broke across Tyler’s face as Brooke’s hips began to thrust and grind, arching her back in ecstasy as he traced the pale creases at the top of her thighs, getting closer to her wetness. Her face pressed into the padding of the sunlounger muffling her increasing moans, she desperately wanted to resist but equally wanted to beg for more. With her legs pinned at the calves she arched her back more, pivoting her hips, yielding to her arousal, offering herself to him.

The sound of his mothers excitement stiffened Tyler’s cock in its fabric prison, his swollen glands poking out the waistband of his boxers, leaking pre-cum onto his belly. Intoxicated, Tyler submitted to his own lust, his thumbs circled and pulled at her milky thighs spreading her open to the breeze.

“Mmn ah… fuck,…Ty_…Tyler we can’t!” Brooke whimpered a spiritless protest, keeping up the pretense of her resistance. A devilish grin spread across Tyler’s face, he almost laughed at her resistance, knowing full well she had a thirst for him and was desperate to be fucked.

He himself was desperate to sink his cock inside his mothers cunt as he felt the sticky, wet pubic hair on his thumbs gripped deeper into her hot crevice.

“Tyler, stop…ple_ Her eyes flickered and rolled back into her head.

“Ohh…f..u..c..k,” she croaked in gratification as a thick finger slipped easily into her hot, ripe vagina.

“Fuck, Mom. So hot and wet.”

Brooke felt Tyler move, suddenly she was breathless under his bodyweight, his thick, powerful cock stabbed at the crack of her arse, she felt the heat from his engorged tip grinding against her skin. Her breaths were short and shallow, drooling saliva in the pleasure of being under him. “No, please…

sweetie…we can’t fuck.”

An electric tingle sparked through her making her pussy ooze as she felt his tongue on her neck, his hot lips kissing and sucking her skin as she uncontrollably bucked her hips against him. Tyler sucked on her neck, biting at her, marking her as his. He breathlessly whispered in her ear.

“Mom…I want you so bad, you’re so fuckin sexy, fuckin beautiful. I want to see you, I’ve waited so long, imagined you so many times…I want to see you naked. I wanna see your tits, your pussy…show me?”

She melted inside istanbul travesti at his incestuous request, as Tyler climbed off her, she lay still in contemplation for a moment. Never before had she been made to feel so desired and wanted, so sexy.

Brooke tried to be graceful, but from her position and under his scrutiny she felt vulnerable and virginal as she turned onto her back. Her neck and face burned flush with embarrassment as she lay there, bashfully covering her breasts with one arm and a hand covering the wet pussy Tyler was yearning to see, teasing him, tormenting him.

Her juices gushed, both from the forbidden indulgence of showing her naked body to her son and from finally getting half a glimpse at his cock.

Tyler didn’t speak, his heart banged in his heaving chest with anticipation as he watched his mother first uncover her breasts and then a few hesitant seconds later, her pussy. He wickedly took pleasure in seeing her so bashful, he enjoyed making her feel vulnerable and flustered as he gorged himself on the banquet of her body he was unsure of where to look first.

“…W…wow, Mom. You, you’re beautiful. Your body is just…amazing.”

“Thank you.”

Brushing aside her jitters, Brooke propped herself up on her elbows to watch his face as he got his first glimpse of the bits of his mother he’d never seen before. She could tell Tyler was pleased the way he gawped at her body, making her feeling seductive and enticing, like a temptress. Seductively, she licked her lips, enjoying his adoration, she flicked her hair making the muscles of her slender neck flex and strain.

Brooke enjoyed her son’s eyes on her and she watched and followed his eyes. They lingered on her large soft breasts as they wobbled and jiggled with each tiny movement, they flopped off to the side slightly but scooped upward toward her thick, dark nipples surrounded by large, pimply areola. They stiffened and puckered under the caress of her own fingertips.

The sunshine highlighted the tiny blonde downy hairs coating her subtle ponch of her stomach. Brooke twiddled her beautifully manicured feet together, sheepishly under his gaze, acting all innocent and virginal. The muscles of her beautifully toned sumptuous thighs were palpable as they remained teasingly closed.

Tyler’s eyes honed in on the treasure he had fantasized about so many times, he felt his pulse rising as he gulped frantically. Brooke’s heart rate increased in anticipation as she watched his face light up with delight as she seductively teased her fingers through a heavenly bush of dark blonde hair. Finally she opened her legs and displayed her pussy to her son.

Tyler’s eyes widened further as he saw the most perfect pussy he had ever seen. He had never experienced a pussy with lips protruding from her pussy. All the girls he’d been with previously had been tightly packed and hidden. His mother’s were unabashed and proud. They glistened in the sunlight, moist and sticky from her nectar, beautifully symmetrical, like a fleshy butterfly folded neatly against her puffy vulva.

Tyler licked his lips, spotting a sticky strand of her viscous juices clung across the wisps of wet strands of the darker hair deep in the crevice of her vulva. All crowned with a pearly clitoris. Brooke tickled her fingers up over her cunt, lingering on her clit and twirling her pubic hair.

“You look pleased, you’re happy with what you see?…you don’t mind the hair?” Brooke asked.

“More than happy Mom. I love the hair, it’s the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

“Oh’ what a relief…you young one’s are all so obsessed with bald pussies,”she stated.

Tyler knelt at the foot of the sun lounger, he locked eyes with Brooke, both their heart rates and breathing increased in anticipation of what they had both been yearning for. Tyler had longed to taste his mothers mature pussy for what seemed an age and now it was there, available in front of him.

Resting his hand on her belly he nervously moved towards her pussy and lent in closer, finally inhaling the warm scent of her sex into his lungs. Wet, sticky clumps of pubic hair framed her perfectly folded labia, they were swollen and dark in color, full of arousal and soaked in her juices. The hood of her clitoris was thick and engorged, it ticked, pulsating as it struggled to contain her growing, bulbous, pearly glans. He took a moment to savor the sight of her.

Adoringly, he stroked his thumb through her pubic hair and down, circling her vulva and teasingly avoiding her amazing labia and her clit. Brooke hitched her feet up and let her knees fall open, encouraging him to go further. Her jaw dropped open as he flattened his hand and roughly forked his fingers through her long pubic hair, tugging at them.

He admired the succulent, smooth, pimply skin of her fat puffy labia, it felt loose and primed as he continued to circle with his thumb. His eyes lingered on her vagina as ankara travesti juices seeping from her pussy hole. Unable to prolong her torment he swiped his thumb upward over her folded labia and in a circular motion he spread her wetness.

The slippery folds of her labia were soft and supple, they gently reformed and molded around the pad of his thumb. Brooke croaked and moaned as her pussy gushed more lubrication and he enjoyed the sound of her wetness. Honing in on her vagina he increased the pressure. Her pussy hole opened and greedily tried to engulf his thumb. He looked up to watch the anticipation on Brooke’s face as he slipped his thick thumb inside of her.

“O h h…f..u..c..k.,” she groaned as Tyler pushed deep inside his mother. She was hot and tight inside as he circled and stroked the walls of her cunt. Tyler could feel pre-cum seeping out of his throbbing, aching cock as he felt the heat of his mothers cunt.

“Mmn fuck, Mom, your pussy feels so good.”

Brooke was so aroused she uncontrollably bucked her hips. Waves of intense sensations rushed to her pussy so quickly. They thundered through her, overwhelming her. She felt self conscious at showing how much she wanted him and tried to remain silent as she grappled at the padding of the bed. She immediately orgasmed, unable to contain herself. Her body convulsed and she circled her hips as she cried out, “Fuckkk…

…I’m cuummm..ingg.”

Tyler held his thumb knuckle deep inside her, thrusting and pushing deeper, enjoying the feeling of her quivering pussy.

Brooke was breathless and flustered as her orgasm slowed. She stammered, “FUCK, Oh my god sweetie, I’ve never come so quickly before. Fuck, you turn me on so much.” Although Tyler had had a mature, older woman fantasy for years he had never been with an older woman before and was pleased he had been able to make an experienced woman so aroused…and make her come so fast.

Encouraged by her words Tyler crawled up over her, Brooke immediately grappled to get her hands on his cock, to free it, desperate for him to be inside of her. “Ah ah aahh,” Tyler laughed, grabbing her wrists. “Not yet. Control yourself,” he added, holding her still.

“Please, please fuck me,” Brooke begged.

Tyler quickly moved back as she bucked her hips up at him. He looked over her body, shaking his head in disbelief at her perfection, adoring the way her breasts splayed and flopped to the side. “Fuck, your body is just…uhhm,” he growled as he kissed and nibbled at her cleavage.

Brooke pushed her fleshy mounds together, smothering his face. “Mmn…yeah, you like mommy’s titties, baby.”

“Fuck yeah.” Tyler surveyed them as she squeezed and squashed them together, loving the way her skin wrinkled under her touch. He took each nipple in turn into his mouth, circling and nibbling the stout, rubbery nubs. He quickly moved from one to the other, sucking them, pulling them hard with his lips.

“Oooh, fuck baby,” she crooned. Her delight quickly turned wincing sounds through clenched teeth as Tyler twisted and pulled at them with his fingertips while he slowly moved down over her soft belly. Tyler wanted to tease and taunt her pussy but he himself became heddy in his excitement and couldn’t restrain himself from tasting her.

Brooke suddenly grappled and gripped at the padding of the sun lounger again. Her cries and moans became louder in the open air. “OH, fuck yesss!,” she snapped with a jolt as Tyler quickly enclosed his hot, wet mouth over her thick, stout clit. She craned her neck to watch her son gorge on her pussy. “Fuck yes, you like tasting your mommy?” she crooned, excited to verbalize their incestuous fervor.

“Mmm hmm, it’s so fucking good,” he replied, his words muffled against her pussy.

“Suck my clit, baby…suck it harder,” she pleaded. He sucked and swirled a soft tongue over her stiffening nub. It grew and swelled further as he took it into his mouth and sucked it off.

Brooke let out a gasp as Tyler pushed her legs back making her vulva jutt out and gape open before him. He plunged a soft, broad tongue straight into her quim, lapping and curling her musty, sweet honey into his mouth. Tyler spread her labia with his fingertips, stretching her cunt open and began to suck and slurp on her entrance. “O H my….g..o..d..d,” Brooke croaked as she writhed and thrashed her head in ecstasy. He slurped and slobbered, drooling his saliva on her pussy, sucking on the soft, silky skin of her squelching hole.

Brookes frantic breaths whistled through her nostrils as she bit and nibbled at her lip watching the skillful assault on her pussy by her son out in broad daylight, that coupled with the breeze on her wetness soon had Brooke feeling the early flutterings of another orgasm begin.

Her eyes rolled and flickered “fuck, fuck,” she panted as she felt Tyler rub his face in her pussy. His nose, cheeks and chin were quickly glazed in her syrupy juices as he coated himself in her intoxicating scent. “Mmm…mmm.mm,” he moaned into her pussy, knowing the vibrations would reverberate through her vulva. Tyler took her meaty labia in his lips, rolling and pulling at them with loud sucking kisses.

“Tyler, stop, stop…please. I need your cock. Please, I need it,” Brooke pleaded fervently.

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*****

Alison laughed as she walked alongside her son into a local diner in a dress and a long overcoat for the rain. They found a cozy corner booth and she tossed her bag in before she slid in.

“FUCK!” she hissed before she gave Markus a grimacing look.

“What?” he asked sliding in on the other side.

Alison took a quick scan of her surrounding before she leaned towards him, “My ass stings.”

Markus in response grinned wickedly.

Alison flinched adjusting her position, “Oh fuck you!”

Markus’ grin faded to a smile, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to hearing you curse like that.”

She smiled blushing and met his gaze, “I have a portion of my body covered in your fingerprints and your bite marks. I honestly don’t know how I’m still walking. I woke up this morning…” she paused to look around again, and leaned in again, “I woke up this morning to you smacking your cock on my face. And my saying, ‘fuck you’ is what you can’t get used to?” she gave him a smirking yet confused look.

“Honestly… Yeah!” agreed Markus.

“Well then I guess I’ll have to put in some work to keep you guessing, don’t I?” she laughed.

“That you do, mom.” He said just as she noticed the waitress coming towards their direction.

The mother and son barely talked much engorging themselves in the food before they went out for a walk in the rain. Under a single umbrella. Their arms locked. The rain masking their conversation with each other. They took shelter nearby when the rain got heavy, hidden under the umbrella from the rest of the world, making out in public as mother and son. Groping and fondling each other.

The decided to take a quick detour into the park once the rain slowed down.

“Today should have been a beautiful day, you know.” He said strolling.

“Why is that?” she laughed, “Because you can somehow control the rain?”

“No. Because I wanted my first date with you, to be…” he said glancing down at her to the side with a smile bright enough to offset the glooming rain.

“That’s sweet. But you should know that this is not a date.” She said confidently.

“It’s not?” he asked.

“NO! Come on.” She muttered. “We ruined everything pure about us me being your mom. And just because we fucked doesn’t mean that we’re gonna be dating?” she spoke.

Markus nodded along listening to her. She always was very intuitive.

“People who date grow apart. The reason why I think they grow apart is because, being a couple means, two people from different world who come together to share their lives and experiences the hopes of finding love.” She said.

“Yeah? You don’t think that’s true with you and me?” he asked.

“Fuck no, baby!” she said, “I’ve loved you since the moment you were born. There’s nothing in the world that could get me to not love you, Markus.” She spoke.

“And I love you too, mom. I’ve loved you the longest and as…” Markus was blurting out words as he was thinking. Processing and coming down to the decision that he has. “as… as truly as I do. I don’t think I’ve ever loved anyone as truly as I do you, mom.”

“Exactly. People who date grow apart because they come together in the hopes of love. They try to impress each other and figure out each other as much as they can and try to fit into each other’s lives. And once they discover the real person under all the impression they pose in order for the other person to like them. The fall apart.”

Markus nodded.

“And you and me. That’s never going to happen, because for one thing. I raised you damnit. And I’ve done a pretty good job at it. You are a great man and phenomenal in bed. All that’s left for the both of us to explore each other, is sexually.” She grinned, bumping against him softly.

“That, I’m behind.” He concurred.

It didn’t take long before the mother and son were giggling, desperately muffling the moaning and grunting in the bushes on a pile of dried leaves damp from the rain. Fucking in the open rain, their umbrella stuck in the bushes.

“My god, mom. This is so fucking wild.” He laughed fucking her.

“FUCK baby, yes.”

“Have you ever done this before?” he asked.

“What fuck in the bushes?” she confirmed.

“Yeah…” he nodded

“NO!” she laughed adjusting her position as she pushed her hip up to meet his thrusts.

Markus kissed her passionately, groping her freely, “I love you, mom!” he muttered

“Ohhh fuck!” he cooed, “What we’re doing to bad on so many levels excluding… FUCK!” she grunted, “Excluding the fact that we’re fucking in public.” She mumbled kissing him back.

“As long as I get to keep doing this?” he grunted yıldırım escort fucking her, “I don’t think, there’s anything else that matters, mom.”

“FUCK! Baby, I’m close.” She announced.

“Me too.” He grunted as he thrust into her, planting his pelvis into her, sunk in. Pushing her into the pile of dead leaves and burying his face into her neck grunting as he came hard.

She held him cradled in her arms and wrapped her legs around him. Comforting him as he stayed buried inside her.

Alison laid gawking up at the trees, and the pouring sky peeking through. Her son inside her, and in her arms. And at that moment. At that exact moment. She smiled at just how content she was with life.

*****

Alison: Sleep well last night?

Markus: Yeah, you?

Alison: Yes! Very!

Markus: When did you leave?

Alison: I don’t know, probably around 2 I think.

Markus: You shoulda woke me up.

Alison: Come on, baby. You’re working today. You need your sleep. Especially after last night.

Markus: You’re working today too.

Markus: Aren’t you?

Alison: I am, but I can manage.

Markus: And you thought I couldn’t?

Alison: Stop twisting my words, Markus

Markus: Fine! I’d suggest you ask dick for a half day off. You can’t function without sleep.

Alison: Just a night. Relax.

Markus: Listen to me woman. I’m your son, and you listen to me.

Alison: Or else what?

Markus: Or else I’ll spank you.

Alison: Don’t you spank me enough?

Markus: Great I’m getting hard again.

Alison: Need help with that?

Markus: MOM! Stop it.

Alison: FINE! I gotta go. Catch you later, baby. Bye.

Alison tucked her phone under the papers she grabbed and stepped into Dick’s office to brief him on his rescheduling.

Just as she was done, he said, “One more thing.”

“Yes?” she asked.

“Cute dress.”

Alison beamed in the compliment. “Thanks” she said.

His eyes took notice of her for the first time ever. She stood almost to model herself for him. “Are those stockings?” he asked. “Don’t think I’ve seen you wear them before.”

“Yes they are.” She said meeting his eyes which wandered her curves and her legs. Having had the weekend that she did, she welcomed his feasting eyes. “Didn’t realize you were so keen on what I wear under my skirt.”

“I’m a legs man. I always notice legs.” He admitted shamelessly.

“Thigh highs or panty hose?” he asked.

“Thigh highs!” she said declaring, “Always!” she said. Almost offended that he’s suspect her wearing pantyhose.

“You don’t like pantyhose?” he asked.

“Never liked em.” She confessed.

“Neither did I” he admitted.

“Didn’t realize men tried them on.” She joked, smirking.

“A joke like that warrants a spanking.”

“Is that a promise?” she teased.

He scanned her body and paused in silence before continuing. “Did I pay for them?” he asked.

“Nope.” She said. “These are all mine.”

He nodded, smiled and turned to the computer again. Alison turned back to head out to the door but paused.

She stopped and turned to face him again, “Are you asking because you wanna see the rest of them?” she asked feeling flirty.

“What are you gonna do if I said, yes?” he flirted.

“I’ve got a few things in mind.” She teased him back.

“Like what?” he asked.

“Oh no. I don’t think HR would like that.” She teased

“Well then I guess we’d have to keep it a secret from the HR, don’t we?” he said.

“Do you keep a lot of secrets with your secretaries?” she asked.

“You’d be surprised.” He said.

“I like surprises.” She said swaying to the side.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” He said and Alison flashed a smirk before turning her back and swaying back out of his office.

That evening Alison and Amanda were at a bar talking sharing a drink, and she exchanged the happenings of the day when Alison opened up about her little tease with Dick.

“No way!” said Amanda

“It was barely a conversation. But it feels so wicked to have done that.” She confessed.

“I know exactly what you mean.” Said Amanda.

“It’s not just that I was flirting with him. It was the fact that he noticed me.” She said feeling like a highschooler giggling about a crush. “I’ve been married for close to 3 decades now. I’ve never been in this close proximity with anyone and openly flirted with.” She lied.

“You know why it feels so wicked?” asked Amanda.

“Why?”

“Cuz it’s wrong. He’s your boss.” Said Amanda. “No good can come of this…” she paused momentarily only to add, “Other than immense and intense sexual pleasure.”

Alison and Amanda burst out laughing, loud. Despite hearing those words from Amanda, Alison knew quite a bit about everything that was said. She blushed at the memory of her last affair with her son.

There were a few drinks sent their way. And both women casually acknowledged the men and flirted with them and Alison would just wave her ring at them.

Markus: So you’re out drinking with this Amanda chick and you have yıldızeli escort men throwing themselves at you despite having a ring on?

Alison: Okay you make it sound so much worse than it is.

Markus: Your cucking dad by accepting those drinks from strangers.

Alison: Am I also cucking Charlie by fucking you?

Markus: NO I’m your son. That doesn’t count.

Alison: Of course it doesn’t.

Markus: You’re right.

Alison: So let’s say if I was to continued flirting with Dick as I did today. Would that be considered, cucking Charlie?

Markus: Just flirting?

Alison: Yeah.

Markus: No.

Alison: Let’s say I get under his desk and blow him tomorrow before lunch. Would that be?

Markus: Just a blowjob?

Alison: Yeah.

Markus: Yeah. I think that counts.

Alison: What if we book a room at a hotel nearby and let him fuck my brains out. Would be cucking your dad?

Markus: Are you playing?

Alison: Okay let me ask you this. Would that be considered cucking you?

Markus: I don’t think so.

Alison: Why not.

Markus: You said it yourself. We’re mother and son. We’ve loved each other since the moment I was born. There’s nothing you could do. No one you could fuck that’d make me feel differently about you. So no.

Alison: That’s very profound of you.

Markus: How’s that profound?

Alison: I don’t know.

Alison: So if I was actually going to engage Dick, sexually. You’re fine with that?

Markus: If that’s what you want, then yeah.

Markus: Mom! There’s nothing you need to worry about. Dad’s never home anyways. Don’t worry about it.

Markus: You’re in your sexual prime. And I think you should be free to get as many dicks as you want.

Alison: I’ve got a very funny image in my head.

Markus: Is that image of you in the middle of a circle of dicks?

Alison: It is now?

Markus: Are they all just dicks or are they all attached to people.

Alison: People.

Markus: You thinking about a gangbang, mom?

Alison: Was that last sentence something you ever thought you’d be posing to your mother?

Markus: I’ve stopped asking that question a while ago.

Alison: Well then answer me this… Honestly this time.

Alison: Do you REALLY think I should be engaging Dick, sexually.

Markus: You have a very funny way of posing that question. I don’t know what that means.

Markus: Are you asking me if I think you should be sucking him off, fucking him, or just be flirting with him? What is it?

Alison: Well, at the bar. While we were talking about this. Amanda said that she really misses him. She really enjoyed her time with Dick. And one of the reasons why she calls him Dick is because of his dick.

Alison: The fact that she’s talked about it so much, I’m curious.

Markus: What else has she told you.

Alison: The usual. She’s used to spending most evenings after work with Dick in a hotel. Intense sex.

Alison: But ever since she started working for Nathan. She barely gets any dick. And as much as she tries to make it work with her fiancé. He’s just not Dick.

Alison: She puts it like this. Once you’ve had the best chocolate dish for desert every other day of the week, you can’t accept going back to regular cake.

Markus: That’s a good analogy.

Alison: I know. If you two ever met, I’m certain. You two would like each other’s company.

Markus: MOM!?

Markus: Are you trying to set me up with your friend?

Alison: NO!

Markus: Cuz it looks like you are…

Alison: Would it be so bad if I did.

Markus: For us, YES!

Alison: How would you seeing Amanda be bad for us?

Markus: Mom, it’s just too risky.

Alison: Risky how?

Markus: What kinda stuff do you talk to Amanda about?

Alison: Work, men, sex… girl stuff.

Markus: Okay, who’s best you’ve ever had in bed?

Alison: How’s that relevant?

Markus: Just answer the question mom.

Alison: You baby.

Markus: Let’s say Amanda asks you that question. Would you still say it’s me?

Alison: Obviously not.

Markus: Exactly.

Markus: If you were to introduce us. You’d have to be there in the room. And since you’re the mutual contact. You’d have to hang out with us more often than not.

Markus: Especially since that she’s your only friend at work and I’m the only person you talk to outside of work.

Markus: On the off chance that we end up on a lunch together, let’s say we share a look, a touch, a glance or a hug or a kiss. Something that would have her suspecting. THAT is not good.

Markus: THAT is too risky.

Alison: You’re overthinking this.

Markus: You’re not thinking about it enough, mom.

Markus: I’m not willing to risk what we have, even in the slightest.

Markus: If you wanna fuck Dick. I’m completely fine with that.

Alison: You keep saying it like it’s something I desperately want.

Alison: You need to know this. Amanda’s been talking quite a lot about her time working for Dick. And it sounds fun. Do I wanna be part yozgat escort of something like that, yes. Coz it sounds fun.

Alison: But am I willing to lose what you and I have. I don’t. I don’t want anything more than I’ve wanted us, baby. Don’t doubt me.

Markus: Mom, I’ve never doubted you. Not once, not ever.

Alison: Good.

Alison: And the only reason I suggested you see Amanda is because she’s in desperate need of a good fuck.

Markus: Oh if that’s all it is then… Sure. I’ll pound her out.

Alison: WOW! You did not just say that.

Markus: I did.

Alison: You’re an asshole.

Markus: I’m not denying it.

Markus: Wait… If Amanda’s sexually frustrated, why doesn’t she just hook up with one of the guys you two were getting drinks from at the bar?

Markus: Is a one night stand too risky for a woman who’s had an affair with her boss for however long before you showed up?

Alison: I asked the same question. She says that she’s not comfortable sleeping with strangers. She says she needs absolute certainty that the person she’s gonna be fucking has no connection with anyone in her family. Or potential family.

Markus: Really? She sounds very cautious.

Alison: She is.

Markus: I like that in a woman.

Markus: I’m suddenly finding Amanda very attractive.

Alison: Attractive?

Alison: You haven’t even seen the woman.

Markus: Speaking of which, you happen to have a picture of her?

Alison: Oh you horny mother fucker.

Markus: I literally am. I’m horny for you and you’re my mother and I wanna fuck you.

Markus: And also I’m serious. Do you have a picture of Amanda?

Alison: Do you know you’ve gotten more annoying, than you were before?

Markus: WOW! I was annoying?

Markus: That’s a first.

Alison: Don’t fuck with me. You’ve annoyed me just for the fuck of it.

Markus: Like what?

Alison: Like what? How about when you change clothes you always leave your dirty clothes in a corner of your room in a pile until I come pick it up?

Alison: How about when you take a shower, you just dump the wet towel on the wet floor. I mean, who does that?

Alison: How about when you wash the car you don’t close the water hose?

Markus: FINE! I get it.

Alison: I’m not done. How about when you have a friend over you blow up plastic bags and leave them on the couch for someone to sit on.

Markus: I haven’t done that in what, since I was middle school.

Alison: It was still annoying.

Markus: But it was also funny.

Alison: Annoying me was funny to you?

Markus: No the plastic bag thing was. Which again in my defence, I was 13.

Alison: I’m still not done.

Markus: And you can stop it at that. I get it. But you have to admit. I’ve changed so much. I don’t do it anymore.

Alison: Yes you have. Surprisingly.

Markus: It’s not that surprising.

Alison: Having lived with you in the same house. I think it is. Honestly I was surprised to see that you still don’t have your clothes thrown all over your apartment.

Alison: Seeing how much you’ve changed and started cleaning your place, itself was a turn on.

Markus: Are you fucking kidding me?

Alison: No. The biggest surprised of all. You had the towel on a rack in the bathroom. And it was dry.

Markus: Mom, you’re annoying me now.

Alison: Well then now you know.

Markus: You’re such a bitch sometime you know that. 👋🍑

Alison: That’d just make you a, son of a…

Markus: You said it.

Alison: Asshole 😘

Markus: Anyways, it’s getting late, you should go to bed.

Alison: I’m already in it.

Markus: Good night mom.

Alison: Good night, baby. 😘

*****

Alison had a long nights sleep and woke up with a big smile. She got dressed, running through the conversation with her son the night before.

She was going to be a little late than usual, but she didn’t care. She tried texting Markus on the cab ride to the office but there wasn’t any response. He was probably still asleep or already at work, she thought.

She got past the lobby and waited for the elevator when Dick walked up right behind her.

“Good Morning, Alison.” He said.

“G’Morning Di..” she hesitated. She noticed that he new what she was about to say. She’s never called him Dick to his face. Not like Amanda did.

In the paused silence the elevator door opened. And once the two of them were in, he took a quick glance at her dress and said, “New dress?” he asked.

“No, not really. I mean. I bought the same time as I did the other. This is the first time I’m wearing it though. The skirt especially” She confessed.

“It’s cute.” He said taking a look at her ass from behind.

“Thanks.” She blushed. Looking over her shoulder, “You like the heels?” she asked.

“I love heels.” He said. “Spin.” He said with command.

Alison despite being the older of the two, did as told. She spun around showing off her heels and her old/new skirt.

“The skirt has a slit in the back.” He said.

“Most formal skirts do.” She said.

“Do they have any practical use?” he asked.

“Helps move the legs better, I think.” She spoke honestly.

“I’m sure there’s another reason.” He said.

“I don’t know. But I’m sure I’ll figure out soon enough.” He said running his hand along her skirt. Deliberately caressing her ass.

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“Hey Brother, how’s your love life?” came the chirpy voice of my sister from my phone, her usual opening greeting ringing in my ear. She was two years older than me, with a couple of early teenaged children. She’d moved up north a few years ago, following her husband’s job, finding a nice family home which they were renovating. I didn’t get to see her as often as either of us would have liked, somehow always finding something else that needed doing, but we tried to speak as often as we could.

I was still single, becoming an eternal bachelor, somehow never managing to find the right woman. I had tried plenty, and a couple had even made it past the year stage, one or two coming close to moving in, but something always seemed to come between me and that final commitment.

I searched for the right answer to her question, “Sporadic,” seemed to fit best, “and yours?”

“Moribund,” came the answer, “a job, two kids, a husband and general exhaustion seem to hold sway in our household. I haven’t even had a holiday for a while, still trying to decorate the house and what with all the school trips I just never seem to have any time.” I sympathised and we chatted for a while, bringing each other up-to-date on our lives.

“Anyway, the real purpose of my call is to see if I can come and stay with you for a couple of nights next month?”

“Sure, be glad to see you. There’s nothing wrong is there?” I asked, suddenly concerned.

“No, not at all, an old school friend of mine is getting married for the second time and I’ve been invited to the wedding at Westbury Manor, just down the road from you. Phil has to work and although I’d like to stay the night there, it’s horrendously expensive and I really would like to see you. I’ll probably take the opportunity to catch up with a few others as well while I’m there, so can I stay Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights? A friend will have the kids, they’ll have a ball at a weekend sleepover and I’ll have a chance to get away for a bit.”

She gave me the dates and I checked my diary, confirming that would be no problem, and we chatted for a while longer before hanging up. I put my phone down and reflected, it would be good to see her again, we’d been close as kids, sure we fought like cat and dog at home sometimes, but to the outside world we were fiercely protective of each other. I’d always looked up to her, she was after all a couple of years older than me, then when I outgrew her, the roles sort of reversed, both physically and emotionally.

We’d both been tall and skinny, then puberty hit and she developed curves and then my chest broadened, helped by my love of sport. As a teenager I’d started to look at her differently, and yes I do admit to spying on her sometimes, trying to get a look at her body, regrettably with very little success.

These days she’d filled out a bit, her curves softer, her breasts much bigger and fuller and I loved it when she hugged me, feeling them against my chest. Her husband Philip seemed a nice guy, we’d never had much in common, but he treated her well and had always welcomed me whenever I’d been to their home. To be honest, I had been a little jealous of him, just because he was married to my sister.

My mind flicked to when they moved in together, then got married, perhaps that was when I first got jealous, when I knew they were having sex together. I got my fair share of it then, but when I saw them looking at each other, I could see that they seemed to have something I didn’t.

I pushed those thoughts away and got on with my work, my company encouraging me to work at home for two days a week, allowing me some flexibility in how I worked. I started to think about Sarah’s visit, it didn’t sound as though we’d be spending an awful lot of time with each other, and very little cooking involved, but it was nice to have at least a rough idea of a plan for her visit.

The time rolled by, and the day of her arrival came. She’d be driving down, a journey of about four hours and planned on being with me late afternoon on the Friday, so I worked from home that day, keeping an eye open for her car. Finally about five o’clock a smart silver Qashqai indicated right and swung onto the drive. I peered out trying to look through the windscreen and saw it was her, well it looked very much like her, but her hair was different, cut shorter into a bob and much lighter than I remembered from our recent video chats.

She got out and stretched her arms out and round, her breasts pushing against the tightness of her tee shirt. She was wearing jeans, fitted snugly round her bum and she looked great. I went to the front door and opened it as she approached. “Sis! You made it then?”

“Yeah, no problems, most of the traffic was going the other way.” I looked at her as she approached me, her arms wide open for a hug, she looked as though she’d lost a bit of weight, but in the right places, her breasts and pert bum still nicely curvy, with a seemingly much trimmer waist. I pulled her in tight, and yalova escort we kissed properly, on the lips as we’d always done.

“Looking good Sarah,” I commented, “and a new car to boot!”

“Thanks Davy, what with this wedding coming up and middle age starting to creep up on me, I decided something had to be done, so I joined the gym, started swimming and modified my diet. So far so good, and as for the car, well the old one was starting to cost money, so we bit the bullet.” I went back out with her and we unloaded her case and a long dress carrier and I helped her in with them.

“You’re in your old room, be just like old times.” When our parents had died, both succumbing to illness within a few years of each other, I’d moved into our old family home, buying Sarah out, and although I’d modernised it, it still felt like home to both of us.

“Great, let me unpack some of this stuff and freshen up, then I think it’s definitely wine o’clock.” We struggled up the stairs with her case and I left her to it, returning downstairs and finishing off my work for the day, just as she came down the stairs.

“Love the new bathroom Davy, that shower looks good enough to have a party in.” I was indeed very pleased with the new bathroom, especially the big shower with all round jets, it was just what I needed most mornings to get me going. “Bet you’ve had some fun in there!” I blushed, remembering that I had in fact “christened” the shower not long after it was finished with an old girlfriend, with whom I had an on/off relationship, neither of us wanting to commit, but both of us enjoying a healthy sex life with each other when the fancy took us.

Sarah noticed my look and grinned, “Marie?” she questioned, knowing of our rapport. I nodded as she continued, “When are you two going to settle down? Marie’s a lovely girl, you’d be so happy together.”

“Nag, nag, nag,” I replied, “I like my life like my women, footloose and fancy free,” I assured her, although deep down I did wonder if she wasn’t right. “Enough of this, I’ve got some of your favourite wine in the fridge, let’s go and sit down.”

I got her a glass of wine and a beer for myself and we sat down and talked about this and that, my life, her marriage, the kids, continuing over dinner and before we knew it the time had passed and it was time for bed, Sarah suddenly looking tired. “You go up,” I offered, “I’ll just finish up down here and I’ll see you in the morning.” We kissed and hugged and I watched her backside go up the stairs, hearing her go into the bathroom.

I left it for a while and then went up myself, seeing the bathroom empty and her bedroom door shut and got myself ready for bed. I slipped in and gave my cock a brief tug before switching off the light and falling asleep.

Daylight was streaming in when I woke, my cock already hard with my normal morning wood. Automatically my hand found it and gave it a friendly stroke, sliding up and down sending a pleasurable feeling through my body. I let my mind wander, recollecting past sexual encounters, the bodies of the women I had known, my mind finally turning to Sarah. She was definitely as attractive as any of them, more than most and I let myself dream a little about her naked, wondering what she would look like.

Suddenly I could feel myself cumming, my orgasm hitting me like an express train, rising up through my balls, cum erupting from my cock, spraying over my chest and stomach. A little shame faced at that, I grabbed a few tissues and mopped myself up, then slipping on a dressing gown in deference to my visitor I got up and went in the bathroom, seeing Sarah’s door still shut. I went downstairs and put the kettle on, standing staring out of the kitchen window idly scratching my balls, when I heard a voice behind me.

“You’re up early for a Saturday, couldn’t sleep?” I turned to see Sarah, bed hair still tousled, dressed in a pair of jogging pants and an sweatshirt, and from the way her breasts moved under it, I surmised that was all she wore. She approached me and gave me a light hug and a peck on the lips, settling herself down at the table.

“Tea or coffee?” I offered.

“Tea please,” she replied, watching as I grabbed two mugs, put a tea bag in each and poured the boiling water on. She declined sugar, so I poured some milk in and sat down with her.

“I need to order a cab to take me to Westbury Manor for about noon and back tonight.” She advised, “Do you have one you use?”

“No need for that Sarah, it’s only just down the road, I’m more than happy to take you and pick you up when it’s all finished.”

“No I can’t possibly ask you to do that. Don’t you have a date tonight? What about Marie, you’ve been seeing her for years now?”

“We’re a bit on and off, and it’s currently off.” I replied, thinking I could give her a ring and see if she wanted to go out, but I knew if I did we’d end up in bed together and that could prove awkward with Sarah here. “No please, I insist, it will be much yalvaç escort more convenient than a cab, and I could do with an alcohol free Saturday night for a change.”

Sarah finally relented and thanked me, promising she’d call me when she was ready, or, she added, in the unlikely event that she managed to pull a handsome rich stranger who wanted to whisk her off to paradise in his personal jet. We laughed at the notion, both of us knowing where her heart lay.

She stayed in her joggers and sweatshirt for the rest of the morning, nearly causing me some embarrassing moments with an unruly cock, until she announced she was going to get ready, disappearing into the bathroom with a large fluffy white towel. I heard water running then stopping and then the door opening and her bedroom door shutting again, then nothing for the best part of an hour, and I wondered what it was that took women so long to get ready.

When she came down the stairs I understood a little, she looked absolutely gorgeous, her hair was shining and swinging gently, her make-up was done flawlessly and she was wearing a gorgeous knee-length dress which highlighted her figure and her legs to perfection. “Sarah, you look absolutely stunning,” I complimented her, meaning every word.

“Why thank you kind sir,” she replied, “but can I ask you to finish zipping me up, it’s a bit of a bugger in this dress.” She turned away from me and I saw that her dress was gaping open at the back, the zip still only halfway up. I grabbed the zip and slid it up, over her bra strap, scarlet I noticed as I tucked the end down.

“Scarlet undies I see, I presume everything matches, that should ensure you pull that handsome stranger tonight.” She laughed and I held my arm out to escort her out, picking up her jacket on the way to my car. I held the door open and helped her in, settling her dress round her, then closed the door for her as she strapped herself in.

As I’d said it was no more than a fifteen minute drive and we arrived in plenty of time, pulling up outside the imposing Manor doors. I helped her out and she pulled me in for a quick squeeze, air kissing me to avoid smudging her make-up. “I’ll message when I’m ready,” she called out as she went inside. I watched her go, thinking that approaching forty she could still turn heads.

Back home, I followed my usual Saturday routine of doing not a lot, watching some sport on television, then enjoying a medium rare steak, regretting that I couldn’t have my usual pre-dinner beer followed by a glass or several of red wine to wash the steak down. Never mind, all in a good cause I thought as I settled down for the evening. As usual there was very little to watch, despite having hundreds of channels to choose from and I ended up watching re-runs of some classic comedy series, still finding plenty to laugh about.

I must have dozed off as I was woken by my phone chirping with a message. Looking at the screen I saw it was from Sarah, > was all it said. As I stared at the screen another message appeared from her > I confirmed I would be there and started to get ready, trying to wake myself up with a glass of water.

She was waiting for me at the doors of the Manor when I drove up, her jacket wrapped round her shoulders in the cooler evening air, I reached over and opened the door as she slipped in, leaning over to pull me into a sloppy kiss. She smelled of alcohol and from her manner it wasn’t difficult to detect that she’d had quite a bit to drink. “Had a good day?” I enquired.

“Absolutely fabulous, caught up with loads of people and danced my feet off, but I think I’ll regret it in the morning. Can’t party like I used to.” She talked pretty much non-stop on the way home, regaling me with tales of people I knew and didn’t know, clearly still buzzing from the day.

“You didn’t pull then?” I asked when I could get a word in edgeways.

“No, more’s the shame, weddings always make me feel horny, and there were some really good looking hunks there, but they were all attached.” she joked. “Wasted wearing all that sexy underwear as well.” I thought back to the glimpse I’d got of her bra and momentarily my cock stirred at the thought of the rest of what she was probably wearing, a thong perhaps? I pushed those thoughts away, mentally chastising myself for thinking that way of my sister.

We arrived home and we got out, Sarah weaving her way unsteadily to the front door, which I unlocked, letting her in first. She shrugged off her jacket then kicked off her high heels, wiggling her toes in her stockinged feet, “You’ve no idea how good that feels,” she said. “Dance with me Davy,” she commanded and took me in her arms, waltzing me through the hall into the lounge where she collapsed into an armchair. “How about a nightcap?” she asked.

In truth the idea of a drink did appeal to me, having stayed alcohol free all evening and I asked her what she wanted. “How about a scotch?” she enquired, “I could murder a nice single yenibosna escort malt.” Suddenly the idea of a drink appealed enormously and I headed towards the drinks cabinet and was in the process of pouring a couple of large glasses when she got up and swayed her way towards the downstairs cloakroom.

“Need a pee,” she informed me as she disappeared, closing the door behind her. I sat down at one end of the sofa and sipped my drink, setting hers down on the coffee table. She reappeared and slumped back onto the other end of the sofa, picking her drink up and sniffing it appreciatively.

“Mmmm, smells good,” she murmured, taking a good sip, “and tastes even better.” She swung her legs round and settled her feet in my lap, leaning back against the armrest. “Give my feet a rub Davy will you, they’re so tired.” I put my drink down and lifted one leg up, seeing her dress ride up above her knees a little and began to massage her foot, my fingers pressing hard into the ball of her foot through the nylon. She murmured in appreciation as I worked my way down to her ankles, then back.

“Lovely, now the other one.” I lifted the other one up and was rewarded with her dress sliding further up her leg, giving me a glimpse of a darker colour at the top of her tights, well I presumed they were tights. Although I was not a nylon or foot fetishist, I did find that massaging Sarah’s feet was quite erotic, and the weight of her foot on my crotch was beginning to have an effect on my cock, which was starting to make its presence felt, by me at least.

“There, all done!” I announced, impulsively lifting her foot to my mouth and giving her toes a kiss. Her dress slid further up and I caught the merest flash of red underneath. I looked up at her face and saw that she was struggling to keep her eyes open, the glass in her hand drooping dangerously.

“Come on Sarah, time for bed I think, you can hardly keep awake.” I took the nearly empty glass from her and she swung her feet down to the floor and sat up, then stood, stretching, those breasts taut against her dress again.

“You’re right Davy, here, undo my zip for me will you?” She turned her back to me and I ran the zip right down, seeing her bra strap again. I assumed she’d go upstairs like that, but to my amazement she shrugged the dress right off, letting it fall away from her shoulders and then she stepped out of it. I had been right about the matching panties, they were scarlet as well, not a thong I was disappointed to see, but still quite skimpy. What I’d assumed were tights were in fact hold-up stockings, the white of her thighs showing up against the tan colour.

As I stood there, my mouth falling open she turned to me and drew me into a tight hug, “Thanks for everything Davy, especially my foot rub. Goodnight, see you in the morning.” She turned away and I watched as she swayed out of the room and up the stairs, dragging her dress behind her. I fell down onto the sofa again, my mind a-whirl, as I slowly finished off my drink, then with a shrug, hers as well.

I could hear her in the bathroom, then the door opening and her bedroom door shutting and I decided it was time for me to go upstairs as well. A little wearily I trudged up the stairs, my eyes becoming level with the landing, and finally my feet mounting the top step. As I got there Sarah’s door opened and she appeared with a muffled “Oh!” Our eyes met, then mine dropped to her body which was encased in just a pair of scarlet panties. Instantly her arm came across her breasts, taking them from my gaze before I really had any chance to take the sight in.

With a shrug and a sheepish grin she sidled past me, her breasts tucked under her arm and went back into the bathroom, but not before I’d managed to see a dark brown nipple just poking out. I went into my room and closed the door, sitting on the edge of my bed, my mind still taking in what I had just witnessed. I heard the door open and a voice called out “Goodnight again,” then her door shut. Still in a bit of a daze I went into the bathroom and did the necessaries then undressed and climbed into my bed. I gave my cock a desultory stroke, then tiredness overtook me and I drifted off.

I stirred briefly in the night, hearing the toilet flush, then remembered that Sarah was staying with me and soon was back in a deep sleep until I woke in the morning feeling refreshed. I got up and remembered to put my dressing gown on and made my way out onto the landing. Sarah’s door was ajar and I peered in, seeing an unmoving lump under the covers. I continued downstairs and made myself a cup of tea, sitting in the kitchen drinking it, my mind wandering aimlessly, remembering growing up with Sarah and my parents, then my life since they died.

With a sigh I turned back to go upstairs for a shower and climbed the staircase, my eye line clearing the top step, catching a movement in Sarah’s room. Thinking she was awake and perhaps wanting a cup of tea herself I approached the door and peered tentatively through the four inch crack. My stomach leaped into my mouth as my eyes lighted on Sarah, flat on her back, the covers pulled right back, her breasts bare, her hand lightly stroking herself between her legs. It was that movement, her pale hand covering her bright red panties that had caught my eye.

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Please read parts one and two, and come on back!

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The three of us stood in my living room, looking at one another. Thankfully, Jenny had done up the buttons on her dress, and there was really no evidence at all that we’d been fooling around. Her father went to give her a hug, but she moved aside and walked to the kitchen, giving me a worried look. I didn’t know exactly what she was feeling, but I would be there if she needed me.

I stood in front of Jim, Jenny’s biological father. “How’s it going, Jim?” I said, in a not particularly friendly manner. I’d only met him a few times before, thought he was an idiot then, and he still looked like one.

He looked at me, then tried to step around me, but I wouldn’t let him. I put my hand on his chest. “Woah, Johnny boy, easy there,” he said, and I hated him even more than I had two minutes before.

“What do you want, Jim?” I said, locking eyes with him. He looked me in the eye as well, but I had a steely determination, and he stepped back, losing his nerve.

He looked past me, and through to the kitchen where Jenny was standing, watching us. “Hi honey,” he called to her. I looked at her as well, to gauge her reaction, and she shook her head at me and went to sit down, out of sight. It had been something like seven or eight years since he’d shown his face and she clearly didn’t want to know.

“OK, Jim. It’s been great seeing you. Now it’s time for you to go,” I said.

“Who the hell do you…” he started to say, but I cut him off by putting my hand up in front of his stupid face. I wasn’t a tough guy, but I was tall and athletic enough and I could take him, especially with a fire in my belly and a girl to protect.

“She doesn’t seem too thrilled to see you, Jim,” I suggested. “Maybe think about that for a little while.”

“I don’t think…” he started to say, and again, I stopped him.

“Clearly,” I said. “When you have had a little time to consider your actions, give Jenny’s mother a call.”

Jim started to speak, but I stepped forward and he backed off towards the door, then left, cursing. I went outside, and watched him as he drove away, in some asshole sportscar. He gave me a death glare but I didn’t care. It was obvious that Jenny didn’t want him there, so I had done what I needed to do.

I went back inside the house, and Jenny ran to me, in tears. She hugged me, and I held her close to my chest, comforting her. It was the first time in a long time that I’d been an emotional support for her, because her entire identity now was all about strength, self-control and independence. I held her for as long as she wanted to be held, and let her pull away when she was ready.

“Are you OK?” I asked her softly.

“I don’t know. All I know is that I suddenly felt very fearful, and needed to be away from him,” she said, tearfully. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Jenny,” I replied.

“No, John, I mean it. You really came through there. I didn’t ask you to help or protect me, but you somehow just knew. Thank you, thank you,” she said sweetly and moved in to hug me again.

“You called me John,” I said to her, as I continued to comfort her.

“I know,” she answered, then paused, and pulled away from my hug. She gave me a genuine smile. “I only called you Daddy to flirt with you.”

“And now?”

“I still like flirting with you, so we’ll see,” she said, gave me a sweet smile, and walked back to the kitchen, seemingly feeling better. I sat back down on the couch and turned on the TV, and tried to relax after that episode. I wasn’t a confrontational person, so was a little surprised at myself for doing what I did, and I was now shaking a little.

“Want something to eat?” Jenny called from the kitchen. “I’ll make us something.”

“Great, thank you, Jenny,” I replied. This was a rare occurrence, but I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. “Want help?”

“No, I’ve got it, you just relax,” she replied sweetly and pottered around in the kitchen. I just sat back and watched a movie for a while. I must have dozed off a little, because I was woken up by Jenny calling. “Dinner’s ready,” she said, and I quickly jumped up, keen to see what she had made for us.

On the dining table, she had laid out everything: bowls of pasta with cream sauce and mushrooms, salad, bread and wine. I couldn’t believe it. I was so thankful, and truly felt as if this was the first selfless thing I’d ever seen her do for me, at least since becoming this kind of evil sex queen. Or perhaps the first time in a while where I didn’t wonder if I was being manipulated somehow.

“Jenny, this is wonderful,” I said.

“Sit,” she said, and I did. Jenny poured us out some wine and sat next me. We fed each other bites, and as it always was with Jenny and I, the chemistry was easy and natural. She seemed happy, so I didn’t want to push it about her father’s unpleasant visit. Soon enough, she brought it up.

“Thanks again for what you did,” she said.

“I could tell you were scared,” I replied.

“I was. He’s no father to yahşihan escort me. You’ve been that for me, and more,” she said, eating. “At this point, I really couldn’t give a fuck about either of my parents.”

I was a little shocked to hear this, but it made sense. She’d basically been abandoned by both of them. “I’ll always be here for you, no matter what,” I told her.

Jenny stopped eating and looked at me. “You’ve been here when no one else has, and just because I can be this crazy little bitch, I know exactly what you’ve done for me and what you’ve sacrificed,” she said.

“It has been a pleasure and an honor,” I said.

“Mostly a pleasure lately,” she muttered with a sly smile and resumed her meal. After a minute, she put down her fork again. “But now, and maybe Sigmund would say differently, you’re not a father figure to me. You’re… something else.”

We ate a little more, drank some wine and just looked at each other now and again. Jenny’s eyes sparkled, and I simply couldn’t believe how gorgeous she was.

“Why all the games, Jenny?” I asked her, sincerely.

“You didn’t enjoy them?”

“Well, sometimes. Sometimes it was just hell,” I said, and Jenny giggled.

“I know. But let me tell you, I am very impressed with you.”

“Impressed, why?”

“For holding out so long. I’ve been at this for over a year now, and you only gave in last week or so. And that was only because I tricked you,” she said, while eating her salad. I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Jenny sweetheart, I still think what’s happened between us is wrong and that we ought to stop. Your father coming here only made that clearer,” I told her. His little visit seemed to have had a real effect on us both.

“You are a good, kind, noble and strong man, John. I love you and I trust you. I guess that’s why I went after you,” she said, looking me in the eye, and holding my hand.

“Not strong enough,” I replied, ashamed.

“Listen. Every guy in my high school wants to fuck me. A lot of the girls too. Some of the teachers. Everywhere I go, all I get is guys staring at me, giving me their phone number, touching me, following me. Then there’s you.”

“Did you only play those games with me because I was the only one who would refuse you?” I asked.

“No,” she answered, then paused. “This is the truth,” she went on and I nodded. “Despite how confident I come across, I’ve been scared to… be with a boy. I don’t trust the guys in school, and well, I never felt any excitement with them. Then, one day, I noticed that being around you made my underwear damp,” she said with a giggle and looked at me. “The more this went on, the more I wanted you to be the one.”

“The one?” I asked.

“The one to, y’know. Pop me,” she answered and I understood what she meant. “Believe it or not, I was too shy, and felt so silly around you, that all I could think of was little games. And when we were out and I’d tell people you were my boyfriend, well, it was wishful thinking,” she continued, and seemed to get a little sad. No one spoke for a little while.

“Jenny, you know I think you’re wonderful,” I started to say, but she interrupted me.

“But you’re the only guy in the world who doesn’t want me,” she replied.

“I can’t have you,” I said.

“Can’t you?”

“No, Jenny. It would be a violation of your trust, of my position in your life.”

“Would it?” she said, sweetly.

“Yes, it would. I love you. It’s my job to protect you from creeps like me,” I said and we both laughed.

“I love you too, John. I mean, I’m in love with you. I don’t need you to be a father anymore. I need you to… ” she stopped talking and took a sip of wine.

“To?”

“To be something else, something more,” she said. I sat back, and looked at her. I sighed a long sigh, and scratched my stubbly chin. I studied her for a while. She still had a little bit of the childlike face about her, but there was no doubt that she was fully formed and ready to go. She had a maturity about her, and a sharp mind. She was of age, and according to law, capable of making her own decisions.

But that didn’t mean she would make good decisions, and as she had said, the Freudian implications of an affair with her father figure were heavy. But we weren’t related. It was morally highly questionable, and not just because of our relationship when she was younger, but because she was my wife’s daughter and less than half my age.

“That simply can’t happen, I’m sorry,” I said, trying to be a decent man again, after my recent lapses.

“We’ll see,” she said quietly and got up, then started clearing away. I felt bad for maybe hurting her feelings after she’d made such a fantastic effort with dinner. I thanked her again, and helped her clean up. It was still relatively early, so when the kitchen was tidy enough, we sat back down on the sofa and Jenny put on a movie.

“Want to pick up where we left off, before that man came?” Jenny asked, and cuddled up. She meant her father, I assumed.

“What were yakacık escort we doing?”

“We were kissing and you were massaging my titties, baby,” she said. I just hung my head and sighed.

“Must you torture me?” I asked her with a smile.

“Oh, I didn’t think you found me attractive. So why is it torture for you to refuse me?” she said and we both laughed.

“Yes, that’s true. I don’t think you’re funny, brilliant and charming and the most beautiful girl in the world or anything…” I said, then regretted it. I looked at her and she was blushing, another thing I’d rarely seen her do.

“You don’t think I’m the most beautiful girl in the world?” she said softly, looking deep into my eyes. She pressed herself against me and put her arm around my shoulder.

“No, not at all,” I said, equally softly, and stroked her hair. Yes, I was in love with her, in a very real and non-fatherly way. “And I definitely don’t love you madly.”

“Why would you, when you don’t think I’m beautiful? You would only love me and want me if you thought I was the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“Which I definitely, definitely, probably don’t,” I said and she giggled. She brought her face closer to mine, and I could feel her breath.

“It’s obvious you don’t like me,” she said, reaching down and squeezing my rock hard dick. “If you liked me, you’d have a giant erection, which you definitely, definitely, probably don’t,” she said with a giggle, took her hand away, and backed off a little. “Wanna play a game, or go to our separate rooms and masturbate thinking about each other?” she said, and we both laughed.

“What game?” I asked.

“Will you play?”

“Sure,” I answered. I loved her company and didn’t want the evening to end just yet. It didn’t mean I would be fucking her.

“It’s called two lies, one truth. You give three statements, two of which are lies and one of which is true, and I have to guess which is the true one. And if I don’t guess the truth, I have to forfeit. If I do guess, you have to forfeit.”

“What’s the forfeit?”

“What do you want it to be?”

“Ten bucks?” I suggested.

“Oh, you can do better than that, babe.”

“The loser washes the other’s car?”

“How about the loser removes an item of clothing?”

“Jenny, come on. I really mean it this time.”

“Of course you do,” she said with a smile. “Scared?”

“Yes, I’m scared, and you won’t goad me into playing some game like that,” I said.

“Babe, I’m wearing socks, a dress and lots of other stuff. You have on socks, pants, a shirt and I would assume briefs or boxers.”

“Briefs, yes,” I replied.

“So it’s fine.”

“OK, but three rounds only.” I figured that way no one was going to be nude.

“You go first, Daddy,” she said. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow. The game was afoot.

“OK. I’ve been to Russia. I’ve never been to Spain. And, I don’t think you’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” I said, and immediately felt like that was a mistake.

“Well, I know that last one’s a lie,” she said and smiled at me. “The true one is, you’ve been to Russia.”

“No. That was a lie as well. I’ve also been to Spain plenty of times.”

Jenny actually looked surprised, then hurt. “Oh,” she said.

“Babe, I’m joking. I’ve never been to Spain,” I said. That was the true one. Jenny sighed and looked at me saucily.

“So that means, hmmm…” she said, and gave me a little kiss on the cheek. “Thank you, hon.” She stood up. “Well, I got that wrong, so now I have to forfeit.” I expected her to take a sock off, but she started unbuttoning her dress instead. She got a few buttons undone when I stopped her.

“Hang on, what are you doing?”

“I lost. I have to forfeit.”

“Yes, but start with a sock or an earring or something.”

“Why? That’s not the rules,” Jenny said and continued unbuttoning.

“You’re cheating,” I said, and got up to stop her. My hand accidentally landed on her tit.

“Copping a feel, Sir?” she said, and I took my hand away. I stepped back and before I knew it, she’d slipped her dress off her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. And to my delight and horror, it turned out she wasn’t wearing a bra, so was standing in front of me only in her panties and socks. I averted my eyes.

“Jesus, Jenny. What the fuck?”

“What’s the problem, Daddy?” she said in her Marilyn Monroe voice that she liked to use when playing these games. “You’ve seen it all before. You even rubbed sun tan lotion all over them, remember? And anyway, they’re just mammary glands for feeding babies, so who cares?”

“Flawless logic as always, Jenny,” I said, covering my eyes and stepping back.

“You don’t want to see your little girl’s titties, Daddy?” she purred, taking a step towards me.

“No, I, well… y’ know, no, I don’t,” I replied, a complete mess. Jenny moved towards me and pressed her body against mine. I could feel her bare breasts against my chest, and her arms and legs encircling mine.

“Well, erzurum escort now you can’t see them, so you’re all safe,” she said sweetly, stood on her tiptoes and rested her cheek against my stubbly face. She put her arms around my neck. “That must have been awful for you, Daddy, to gaze upon such a terrible sight as my titties,” she went on. “But you’re OK now.”

My hands fell to waist, and her skin felt like paradise. I could have her if I wanted her. I did want her. More than anything on this earth, except for one thing. To not hurt her. That was the most important thing to me, more important than my pleasure certainly, and that was to look after her, protect her and set her on a good course.

I looked down at her and smiled, then turned around and took off my shirt. I passed it to her. “Please put this on, Jenny,” I said.

“OK, John,” she replied, and I waited. “It’s on, so you can look at me again without melting.” I turned around. She’d put my shirt on, but she hadn’t done it up, and if anything, she looked even more tempting than before. I could see the shape of her breasts, but not her nipples, and her belly button, then her skimpy underwear.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered and sat down. She sat down next to me, and the shirt spilled open. I grabbed it and pulled it tight around her.

‘It’s my turn now,” she said. “Let me see. OK. “First, you are my biological father, second, I want you to be my boyfriend and lover, and thirdly, I’m not of legal age for you to have sex with me.”

I just looked at her and shook my head. “I see what you did there, Jen,” I said.

“So, which is the true one?”

“Jenny, listen, I know I’m not your father, and I know that you’re of legal age now, but I…”

“Well,” Jenny interrupted me. “Looks like you guessed the true one, so I have to forfeit again,” she went on and took the shirt off that I’d given her. She was only in panties and socks again, and again, I averted my eyes. She threw the shirt at my head and I put it back on.

“I think you rigged this game against me, Jennifer,” I said, not looking at her.

“Using my full name, are you? Finally accepted that I’m a grown up? Anyway, it’s your turn now,” she said.

“At least sit so that they’re not just…”

“What aren’t what?” she said.

“You know what,” I replied. She giggled and sat with her knees up, partially covering herself up, but although I couldn’t see her nipples, her breasts were being squished deliciously by her legs which wasn’t much better. “OK,” I started to think of something to say for the game. “Orange is my favorite color, I think pineapple on pizza is really delicious, and you’re far too young for me,” I said.

Jenny looked at me. “Well, I know we agree that the second one isn’t true. The third one is obviously false, so you must really love orange,” she said with a laugh, and just as I was about to object, she leaned over, kissed me slowly and sweetly on the lips. “I guessed it right, so you have to forfeit,” she added. I kept my shirt on and took off a sock and put it in my pocket. Jenny was now cuddling up against me, very nearly nude.

“OK, Jenny. It’s your turn. Go ahead,” I said, feeling the usual mixture of emotional exhaustion and arousal from being around her.

“Babe, I’m tired. Can we go to bed?”

I looked at her quizzically. “Yes…?”

“Can we sleep in the same bed, please?” she asked. “I’m scared he’ll come back.”

“Are you really scared or are you just trying to cause trouble, Jenny?”

“Trouble, moi?”

“I thought so,” I said. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe.” I stood up and walked to the kitchen without looking back. “Please put your dress back on, stepdaughter,” I called to her from the kitchen.

“Yes, stepfather,” I heard her say, then saw her walking off down the hall to her room, holding her dress. I finished tidying up in the kitchen, then went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at myself in the mirror. What was it about me that she liked so much? And what was it inside her that made her think it was OK for us to sleep together? I didn’t know the answers, I was just glad that I’d managed to go another day without giving into her. I let out a yawn and wandered down the hall.

I went into my bedroom, closed the door behind me, whistled a little tune and started undressing. I looked over, and saw Jenny lying in my bed, smiling sweetly. She was under the covers, so I couldn’t tell if she was nude or not. I couldn’t do much else, so just smiled at her, and made a mock-angry face.

“Don’t worry, buddy,” she said. “I won’t bite.”

I continued to undress, but left my briefs on, got into bed on the other side, and grabbed the book off my nightstand. I started to read, but Jenny was just sitting there, grinning at me, so it wasn’t easy to concentrate. “Why don’t you grab a book, girl?” I said. There was some unintended flirt in my voice.

“Or you could talk to me,” Jenny said, quite reasonably. I looked over at her.

“I was thinking it might be a good time to get some sleep, actually.”

“John, in all seriousness,” Jenny said. “We still have some things to talk about.” She shuffled down the bed a little and put her head on the pillow. The covers slipped and I saw that she was actually wearing a nightie. I put my book down, and lay with my head on my pillow as well, lying on my side, looking at her.

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