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Yes, when Eric was undressed, he looked sort of like a chick.

Part of it was because he had a totally shaved body. From September to late May every year, there wasn’t a hair on Eric’s body. He shaved, meticulously, every two days…his underarms, his arms, his chest and stomach, his public area and his ass, and finally, his legs. He was as silky soft and smooth as any runway model. He would have shaved like that all year round, except he did enjoy going swimming, and he thought that being totally shaved would look too strange.

Another reason Eric looked like a girl — his chest was feminine. He never understood why. But, but instead of wide, flat pectorals with two tiny nipples, peppered with chest hair like the men he often had sex with, Eric’s chest was different. He had what looked like small breasts. Perhaps A-cup, when he was thin….but when he gained weight, it all seemed to go to his breasts. They would swell into B-cups and maybe a bit more than that when he gained a little weight. But whether he was thin or a little heavier, they looked just like a woman’s breasts. When he crossed his arms just so, they popped up and out, and created a long deep line of cleavage in the middle.

Plus, his nipples were big. Nearly two inches across, when they were soft and puffy. When they got cold, sure, they tightened up. But when that happened their perimeter shrank, but their tips popped straight out, around three-quarters of an inch. Hard and pointy, and incredibly sensitive. One light touch and his cock would twitch, and start to grow. He always dreamed that if he did get a real boyfriend, his guy would pay lots of attention to those nipples.

But the trouble with dressing up as a woman was — most gay men didn’t like it. Several times, when the lights were low, drinks were on the table, and cocks were hard, he offered to bring out the lingerie and have a cross-dressing sex session. But every time, the gay man he had picked up had no interest in that whatsoever.

And this particular might, that presented a problem.

Eric was still reeling with passion from the session with the Camaro driver earlier in the week. It was so hot, and the driver came so hard in Eric’s hungry ass, by all measures Eric should now be his bitch. As the urban myth goes, once a gay man lets another one cum in his ass, the bottom becomes the top’s bitch. The idea thrilled Eric, and he wanted so badly to become the whore bitch of some hug stud. But alas, the Camaro driver didn’t want to see Eric again. So there he was, a few days later, as the feeling of having an ass filled with cum slowly faded, and he was nobody’s bitch. Damn.

He was a little pissed off that so many gay men didn’t like his femme side. Sure, they liked the blowjobs Eric gave, and they liked to fuck him, but usually not in lingerie. They just wanted to fuck Eric’s dazzling ass, and cum inside him, and then deny they were gay. Eric was so tired of the whole charade. So he decided this night would be different. This night, he would transform into a woman, and go get some straight cock.

He went to the mirror, and said “Eric…see you later.” And with that, he began the two hour process of changing from a man, into a woman.

It was a long process, but he loved every minute of it. First, he put on soft music, always female vocals, featuring songs about falling in love. He removed all his male clothes, and pulled on a sheer cotton bra, and matching panties. He of course, took a moment to tweak his nipples….and he was so pleased and excited to see them poke through the fabric in such a sexy way. He poured a heavy glass of white wine, and sat down at his makeup table.

He started by pulling his long brown hair back, into a tight ponytail. Then he began the meticulous process of erasing his masculine features with heavy foundation, powder and concealer. Once that was done, all the signs he was male were gone. His face was now a blank canvas, waiting to become a masterpiece of femininity.

He began by applying dark contour, all around the edges of his face. Using a big, soft brush, he dusted the ears under his chin and forehead, below the ears and just a touch under his cheekbones. Done correctly, it gave his face a three-dimensional appearance, which was very attractive, and very kissable.

Next he turned to his eyes. They were the most intricate part of the transformation. He needed to use a light touch, because too little makeup would keep him on the male side of the net, while too much would make him look like a drag queen. He wanted to look like a pretty woman, not a Las Vegas showgirl.

He applied dark, smoky eye makeup on his eyelids, using his fingertips. He gently massaged it in, and followed up with heavy black eyeliner, flipping the edges of each eye into a flirty little curved point. Cateye, they called it. It was so feminine, he just loved that touch. He looked at his fine work as his palms massaged his hard nipples.

Next, the false eyelashes. He smiled as he remembered fındıkzade escort how difficult they were at first, with the glue and the clamps….but after a while he got the hang of it, and now it was easy. Shortly, he had long, lovely eyelashes, like a Hollywood starlet. He then applied mascara, blending the false eyelashes with his own. It looked lovely. He was almost done.

With a small, soft brush he applied while eye makeup to his eyelid, just under the arch of his brows. He blended it in again with his fingers, and looked at how that make his eyes just pop with drama. He finished by combing and lightly waxing his well-plucked brows, and make them a darker shade with a deep brown eyebrow pencil. Eyes were done, and they were killer good.

And finally – best of all – the lips. He drew around them with a deep burgundy lipstick pencil, going ever-so-slightly beyond the actual lips themselves, to make them look fuller. He then applied dark red lipstick, and finally, lip gloss, so they were shiny to the point of looking like they were dripping wet. And finally, he used an old trick many women knew….he touched the fullest parts of his lower and upper lips with white lip gloss….which made the lips look like they were catching reflections. Just what every man would be hoping for.

Genevieve was lucky, since at this point in the world, long hair on men was accepted. So he pulled his long brown hair out of its ponytail and brushed it until it was shiny and luxurious. The ordinary, straight brown hair, parted in the middle, became a playground of curls and bows and barrettes. The long brown hair fell down beyond her shoulders, and curled a bit at the end. She looked ever-so-cute.

And finally, the last step in his ritual. He looked into the mirror and softly said “Hello Genevieve.”

She liked what he saw, and he couldn’t deny it turned her on. There, looking back at her, was a tall, slender, drop-dead gorgeous — girl. His femme persona, Genevieve O’Hara. The woman he so desperately knew he was, in his heart.

Time to dress.

Genevieve always wore two bras…both tight with big cups filled with socks. Years later she would smile, when she saw the tip on the internet. She had known all along, that to make your breasts look big and sexy, two bras were the key. The result was dazzling — a heaving, deep cleavage, which looked not only like a real woman…but a totally stacked woman. She had to stop looking…or she would be forced to jack off, and then the passion would subside, and she would have done all this for nothing.

She liked it simple, in the belief it helped make her more passable as a woman. So, she put on black panties, black pantyhose, and a tight black under-bust corset, which cinched in her waist just the right way. Over that, she wore a tight navy blue polka dot dress, with a plunging neckline. It showed a lot of cleavage. She never could walk too well in heels, so she instead wore black, chunky clogs, which made her legs look good.

She put pearls in her pierced ears, and a string of pearls around her neck, and she was ready. It was show time. If she had done it right, soon she would be filled with straight, cock. And a lot of it.

She tossed her keys in her purse, and headed out for to Pookie’s, the corner bar just between the gay and straight parts of the neighborhood. As she walked in, many, but not all of the people turned to look at her. That was good, she thought….just another girl. No one was staring, no one was elbowing their friends, saying look at the freak. She had done it. Genevieve was passing.

She took a seat at the bar, ordered a glass of the house white, and looked over the crowd. It was a good looking bunch, that was for sure. Mostly preppy young people, a good mix of guys and girls. Lots of college jocks and debutante types; the kind of people who would later brag to their suburban friends that they went to ‘a bar in the city.’ Living on the wild side, eh?

And here she was, a very horny crossdresser looking for straight cock. Looking to be somebody’s whore bitch. She wondered which one of the men would cum inside her tonight.

It didn’t take long to get the answer.

By the time she finished her first glass of wine, an impossibly handsome young man leaned against the bar next to her. Good clothes, good hair, good smile, good teeth.

“Hey. What’s up?” he said. “Want something to drink?”

He was 21 or 22. Oh yes. A very good night lay ahead.

He bought her another glass of white, and he had a draft beer. They make some small talk, and she mostly listened as he told her about his job, his friends, his car. And by the time he asked her a few questions, she knew: he believed she was female.

She used her standard story — that she was a secretary at a law firm downtown. Country girl, who just moved to the big city. Not many friends, and just wanting to have some fun after work. As she told him bağcılar escort her story, she knew he wasn’t even listening. He was looking at her so intently. Genevieve decided to let him have a really good look, so she opened her purse and bent down a little, allowing her cleavage to spill open. She didn’t look up, as she spoke gently about making sure her keys were in her purse. It allowed him to look long and deep at her bountiful breasts.

She looked up, and he just stared. “Damn, you are so pretty,’ he said. And within a few moments, she felt his hand on her thigh. It wasn’t a grope, rather it was a light stroking with just a few fingers. Genevieve felt the butterflies explode inside her chest — the guy clearly thought she was a girl. He didn’t have any idea Genevieve was really Eric, with a long cock that was carefully tucked away, but one that had begun to stir when the jock stroked her thigh. She responded by placing her hand lightly on his thigh, and massaging gently. They looked at each other, and he smiled.

‘Hey, uh, don’t know if you got plans, but…’

‘But what?’

‘Well, I was thinkin’ we could get out of here.’

‘That could be arranged. You told me about your car. Can I see it?’

‘Yep. Right around the corner.’

Genevieve smiled.

In five minutes they out the door and in his car. He leaned over and gave her a long, hard kiss, his tongue jamming into her mouth like a cock. She sucked on it, and circled it with her own tongue…giving him a hint about what was soon to come. He went right for her boobs, and started to massage them deeply. She moaned with pleasure — his hard, big hands were pressing on her nipples, through the dress, and the two bras. Every time he pressed on them she felt shocks of excitement, which traveled down from her nipples to her cock and ass. She knew before long he would want to see them, to suck on her nipples — and for that to happen she had to keep them looking fat and heavy. So Genevieve pulled down the top of the dress, exposing the bras.

‘Oh yeah,’ the jock said, ‘You got incredible tits.’

He squeezed them hard again and again while they kissed. Then Genevieve reached down, and pulled down the front of each cup, reached in and pulled as much of her breasts out as possible…she didn’t want him to see the socks, still tucked down in the bottom of each C-cup. By pulling them out she exposed her nipples, which, were now hard as a rock — just what the jock was looking for.

His mouth latched on to a pink, hard nipple, and he groaned, as he sucked and licked and slurped. Then he moved on to the other one, sucking and licking. She wanted him to lightly bite them…she wanted to feel that sharp touch of pain…but she wasn’t counting on it, since most straight men had no idea what to do with a woman’s body.

Genevieve also knew that soon he would want to fuck. And he’d be expecting a wet, warm pussy — which she obviously couldn’t offer. So before that point, she needed to take the initiative.

As he sucked her nipples, Genevieve unzipped his pants — and felt a nice hardness under the jeans. All she needed to do now was blow him, and let him come in her mouth — while swatting his hand away from her ass, and the night would be perfect.

She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, reached in, and pulled out a hard, throbbing cock. Not huge, but perfectly good. About five inches long and thin, with a nice mushroom-shaped head. She squeezed it in her hand and started to stroke it up and down…waiting for his moan. It was right on cue.

Genevieve pushed him back against the seat, and lowered her head to do the job. He smelled sweaty and musky, and a little like pee, as she took him in her mouth. She didn’t mind. All pick-up men smelled the same way. The only truly clean men, who smelled fresh and sweet as she sucked their cocks, were the ones who had walked right out of the shower and into her arms.

She rolled her tongue around his swelling cock, and pushed her mouth down as far as it would go. His dick barely hit the back of her mouth…so there was no deep throating to be had. She was a little disappointed, but forgot about it as she sucked harder, stroking the shaft with her hand, now wet with saliva. He head bobbed up and down, as he moaned, his eyes closed and mouth wide open.

‘I want to fuck you,’ he said, his eyes still closed.

Genevieve lifted her head, and stroked his cock with her hand.’ I have my period.’ And she sucked again.

‘I don’t care,’ he said.

She lifted her head again. ‘No, I can’t do that. It’s gross. And I have something up there.’

‘Oh man…I want to fuck you so bad.’

‘Well,’ she sucked more, as a thought crossed her mind. She lifted her head. ‘You could fuck my ass. I love that’

‘Oh yesssss,’ he said.

‘But let me guide it in. I don’t want you near my period.’

‘OK. You’re the boss.’ He stretched his legs out, into the bahçelievler escort passenger side, as Genevieve turned around, her back to him. It was crucial that he not touch her, or see anything. She reached in between her legs and pulled her cock and balls up and forward. She pulled them above the elastic band of her panties, and they were out of the way. She then bunched up the fabric of her skirt over her package, making sure he couldn’t see, and if he reached around, he’d find bunches of fabric instead of a cock and balls.

His cock was still rock hard and pulsing, and wet with saliva. Genevieve reached around and grabbed it with one hand, while pulling her panties aside with the other. She brought it to her ass, and rubbed its head against her hole.

“Gently now.’ she said, ‘don’t hurt me.’

She lowered her hips, and the cock pressed against her hole — hard. It was still outside of her as she lowered her hips more. It pressed so hard against her tight hole, and she thought she would need lube before it would go it. But, but she didn’t have any, so she’d have to make do. She let it go, and spit into her palm. Then she reached back around and rubbed the spit on her hole, letting a finger pop inside, then two. Then she reached back and guided the cock to her hole once more. This time, as she lowered her hips, she felt it press — press — and pop! It slid right in. She sat all the way down on his lap, his cock pushing up inside her ass. Oh, the pleasure. It felt so good inside her. And he felt the same way.

‘Oh jeez..that is AMAZING,’ he moaned. She lifted her hips up, and sat back down…and he was buried to the hilt inside of her. Hot and hard and slippery. She reached around and flipped her skirt over, so there was nothing to see. She then guided his hands around, and onto her boobs. They were still popped out, above the bra.

“Pinch my nipples while you fuck me…please?’ He was only too happy to oblige, unaware it was a ruse to keep his hands busy, and away from the bunches of fabric in front of Genevieve, which hid a hard cock and throbbing balls.

And now, she had done everything she could to keep her secret safe; now it was time to get fucked by a straight man.

She settled in to the rhythm…her hips rose and fell, up and down, forward and back. She kept a hand in front of her, guarding her own hard cock, in case he tried to reach around. She tried not to think about her cock, though, because she couldn’t come…that would be a disaster.

He was bucking too, his hips thrusting, his cock plowing her warm, wet ass. She wanted him to come inside her. And she wanted him to cum fast — in case he started thinking once again about fucking the pussy she didn’t have. And Genevieve knew exactly how to make him come fast. She squeezed her ass as tight as could be around his wet cock.

‘Ohhh.’ He gasped. ‘That feels incredible.’ She squeezed even harder, and he began to buck wildly. A jackhammer of cock filling her ass. It felt so good. She suddenly felt pre-cum start to rise within her own hard cock. ‘Oh no…’ she thought…but the pleasure was just too intense.

Her ass was filled with cock, and its big mushroom head was hitting her deep inside, in all the right places, again and again and again. It was more pleasure than her body could contain. She knew she was going to come…she couldn’t have stopped it if she tried. She felt the orgasm start to roll up in her balls, as she panted with lust.

The jock kept fucking her, unaware of the pleasure he was causing her to feel. And then, it was too much for Genevieve. The orgasm came fast and hard, as her cock erupted with come, spurting out again and again into the soft bunches of fabric that surrounded it. She never touched it…and yet the come spurted and shot, slowly becoming a soft stream, then a dribble.

‘Oh no…’ she thought. ‘He’s gonna know…he’ll smell it. Oh no…’

But the jock was in another world as he fucked her hot ass. His eyes were rolled back in his head, and his hips kept thrusting and bucking, thrusting and bucking, feeling her tight, wet hole surrounding his throbbing cock. Finally he, too, couldn’t contain the pleasure.

‘Ohhhhhhhhhhh,’ he cried, and Genevieve felt his back arch, his cock stiffen even harder, and as his whole body shuddered, she felt a hot spurt inside her, so hard it was like being hit by a fire hose wide open. His cock spurted again, and she felt that too. And again…shots of hot cum exploded against the walls of her ass.

‘How much come does he have?’ she thought…as two more powerful spurts slammed the inside of her ass.

That was it. He relaxed, and dropped back into the car seats. Now she had to make sure to keep her secret safe, for just a few more minutes. She slowly lifted her hips, and his cock popped out, slapping down on his belly. It was still hard, but starting to shrink, and certainly not the rock it was a few moments earlier.

Genevieve pulled forward, and knowing her ass was hidden by her skirt. She quickly pushed her come-covered cock and balls back into her panties, lifted her hips and sat down on the passenger seat. Glancing down, she saw her skirt was wet with come. Think fast, she thought.

‘I came.’ She said…smiling at the jock. ‘I didn’t think I could come if you were doing…that…but I did.’ You are amazing.’

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Mistress notes:

Once you understand them sissies are rather easy to manipulate and control. It’s just a matter of finding which buttons are the ones that need to be pressed and when to press them. amber has a weakness for lingerie, heels, and humiliation. Additionally, she was very easily brought to her knees at the promise of an orgasm. Getting dressed up for the club was step one, her seeing us dressed was another, then came the humiliation of having gay men hitting on her. Add to that the promise that “amber if you do a good job tonight you may get to cum!” It was a recipe for success, all I needed to do was stir from time to time.

Ms. Allison

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I’d been on the dance floor for six straight songs and had 4 different dance partners. One of them was kind enough to bring some rather fruity drink with an umbrella out to me. It made it hard to say no, of course I wasn’t allowed to say no so that was beside the point. As I took a sip from the drink the song changed to a slow one. I wanted to run! My dance partner seized the opportunity to make sure that wasn’t an option either. He pulled me tightly to him, his right hand dangerously low on my back with his left gripping my right hip. I put both of my arms over his shoulders taking a long pull off my straw draining my drink. No sooner had I finished it than Ms. Allison appeared with another giving me a knowing wink as she swapped my empty glass for my now full one.

“What is your name baby girl?” He asked just loud enough for me to hear over the music.

“My name is amber.” I replied as I watched Ms. Allison lead Ms. Jenn to the dance floor nearby not yet realizing I’d just been called baby girl by a total stranger.

“My name is Rick,” he replied letting his right hand move further down my back, “I haven’t seen you here before have I?”

“No, it’s my first time here,” I replied watching Ms. Jenn softly kiss Ms. Allison on the lips, “I uh, haven’t been out like this before.”

I took another long pull on my straw realizing that Ms. Allison’s hand was rubbing the side of Ms. Jenn’s breast! My cage suddenly got very tight. Rick’s hand was now half way down my butt as well! I reminded myself I couldn’t protest to his advances and pulled on my straw again. Then I felt it. It was him. Rick. His manhood was growing, and I could feel it, him, pressing against me. Another long pull on the straw was needed.

“So, you’re a virgin then huh?” He asked.

“Well, I mean I’ve used a few toys and my Mistress has a strapon.” I replied then realized I wasn’t really answering his question! I felt my face burn bright red as he just smiled at me gripping me tighter with his left hand. “Yes, it’s my very first time here and dancing with a handsome man,” I swallowed hard trying to regain some semblance of composure, “so I’m a virgin.”

“Relax baby,” he said cupping and squeezing my ass while pulling me into him with his left hand, so I could practically feel the veins of his raging cock, “we all pop our cherry eventually!”

“Thank you.” I replied unable to think of another way to reply.

At the end of the song Ms. Allison signaled for me to follow her as she and Ms. Jenn returned to the table. This time I was guided to a table closer to the wall rather than sitting closest to the crowd, it was then that I realized Rick had joined us. I blushed deeply again as he pulled out my seat for me then sat so close his leg was touching mine. His hand landed on my leg, slipping up slightly, until his palm touched the lace of my stocking tops. Ms. Allison leaned forward, giving me a view of her amazing cleavage, while Ms. Jenn started to rub her leg against mine and the egg inside me kept my insides vibrating. My sissy clitty ached at the confines of my cage from the sensory overload I was experiencing. I was too wound up to concentrate on the conversation that was going on around me but Rick, Ms. Jenn and Ms. Allison were deeply involved in.

The sensation of Ms. Jenn’s leg rubbing against mine, Rick’s hand on my upper thigh, and staring at Ms. Allison’s leather covered cleavage was all too much for me. I could feel precum all but pouring out of my clitty. What was worse was that I also needed to pee. Thoughts ran through my head as rapidly as they could, where, how and who with? I couldn’t go to the men’s room dressed like this, I’d be walking into the lion’s den like that! Could I go to the lady’s room? What would they do with me in there? Surely, they wouldn’t approve! I’d had three, maybe four drinks plus a shot since getting here plus the drinks at home. My tight little dress wasn’t meant for that kind of consumption.

“amber, are you okay baby?” Rick said letting his hand drift just a bit further up my thigh.

“I need to go potty sweetie.” I replied wondering why I was calling this strange man sweetie.

“Well I’ll let you handle that,” he said looking over at Ms. Allison, “then I’ll meet you on the dance floor!”

Before I knew it, Rick had given me a kiss on beşiktaş escort the cheek! I wondered if he could feel how flush my face was when his lips touched me! As soon as he left my two Dommes led me quickly to the lady’s room. I didn’t resist them. They made sure the room was clear before leading me inside and pushing me into a stall.

“Hurry up muffin,” Ms. Allison said as she closed the stall door, “you have a date on the dance floor!”

“Yes Ms.” I replied over the wall.

I had been right; my pale pink thong absolutely was saturated with precum. I was lucky my dress was black as it was wet too. I managed to pee then made my way back out of the stall where Ms. Jenn was fixing her make up.

“It seems you made a friend,” Ms. Jenn said as she fixed her lipstick, “he seems quite strong.”

“He is Ms.,” I replied taking my own lipstick from my clutch and putting it on, “his hands are big too.”

“Big enough to cover half your ass with one of them!” Ms. Allison said as she gave my butt a playful smack. “You know I was thinking amber,” Ms. Allison said as she leaned into the window to check her makeup, “seeing Jenn and I will be occupied in my bed tonight, maybe you should have a friend over too!” I could feel my face go pale at the suggestion but my clitty seemed to surge at the idea. “Rick seems quite enamored with you,” Ms. Allison said turning to me slipping her hand up the front of my skirt, “and you seem to have feelings as well.” She moved her head to look past me as she continued, “Just like I said she would be Jenn!”

Ms. Jenn’s hand quickly joined Ms. Allison’s under my skirt as they both cupped my crotch. “Well you really are soaked aren’t you amber?”

“Yes, I am Ms.” I replied sheepishly.

“Don’t worry muffin,” Ms. Jenn whispered in my ear so close I could feel her breath, “we won’t tell your boyfriend he’s made you horny!”

I wanted to protest that it wasn’t just him. After all they’d been touching each other all night as well as teasing me, I had a vibrating egg in my ass that was still buzzing at least at half speed, and I’d been felt up by a rather attractive man with strong hands the size of a small state! I had to wonder where the last part of that came from.

“Jenn,” Ms. Allison said in a soft voice, “I think I’d like you without a bra for the rest of the night.”

“If that’s what you want.” Ms. Jenn said as she deftly removed her bra from her sleeveless dress. “Oh yes,” she continued as she arched her back pushing her chest outward, “that’s much better!”

“amber are Ms. Jenn’s nipples hard?” Ms. Allison asked with a smirk.

“They look like they are Ms.” I replied unable to take my eyes off her amazing chest.

“Why don’t you make sure.” Ms. Allison suggested.

I felt my face blanch again, I had a massive crush on Ms. Jenn since the moment I’d met her, had been all but ogling her chest all day as she tanned outside, and now was being ordered to touch them. Managing to look up at her face I saw Ms. Jenn lift an eyebrow at me as if she were asking why I hadn’t done as I’d been told yet. My hands shot to her chest like a clumsy teenager trying to feel up the babysitter. I softly massaged her breasts, hearing Ms. Jenn moan at my touch, squeezing her hard nipples between my index and middle fingers.

“So, are they hard amber?” Ms. Allison asked standing so close I could feel her press against my back.

“Yes, they are Ms. Allison.” I replied softly.

“Good,” she pulled my hands back at the elbows pinning them to my body leaving Ms. Jenn’s succulent breasts just out of reach, “Jenn, is amber’s clitty erect?”

Ms. Jenn reached under my skirt cupping my crotch with both hands before she started rubbing me. Arching my back, I moaned as she squeezed and rubbed my very swollen tessies.

“Well she’s hard,” Ms. Jenn giggled, “but I wouldn’t say erect.” Ms. Jenn gave me a hard squeeze. “I can’t exactly say I’ve had smaller,” her eyes caught mine as she laughed, “but I’ve definitely had bigger, no wonder you’re dressed as a sexy girl getting felt up by a hot gay guy!” I blushed at what she was saying but it honestly didn’t matter to me because she was massaging my crotch so wonderfully.

“How did it feel to have your ass in another man’s hands while he caressed it amber?” Just as Ms. Allison finished asking the question Ms. Jenn’s finger pressed against my sissy pussy while she squeezed causing me to groan. “I take it by your whorish little moan that you enjoyed it then,” Ms. Allison laughed, “well let’s not keep him waiting!”

Before I could even wrap my head around what happened, I was being led out of the lady’s room again. There at the table was Rick, who had brought a friend, and a round of drinks. The seat I’d started in was now occupied by Rick’s friend, Ms. Jenn and Ms. Allison quickly took the others leaving me to stand between Rick and His friend. Rick handed me drink, which had fruit and an umbrella, and introduced etiler escort his friend Steve. Steve was kind enough to give me a kiss on the cheek while his hand wrapped around my inner thigh and Rick’s found my ass again. Between the recent trip to the bathroom and now having two different hands on my body I could feel my clitty tingling and leaking like a faucet. Was it the attention? The endless teasing of the day? The toys? Or was I attracted to Rick and Steve? Did it matter? No, not at all I was enjoying it far more than I could even admit. I didn’t have long to contemplate what would be expected of me as Steve soon led me to the dancefloor. He and Rick took turns dancing with me, fast or slow it didn’t matter their hands were seldom off me. For the last part of the night I was even sandwiched between them! Dancing in heels while drunk was one thing, dancing in them while drunk and being all but molested was something completely different! When the lights finally came back up, I had Steve’s hardon pressed against my ass and Rick’s against my abdomen. They kindly walked me back to the table where I was finally able to sit.

“Say goodnight to your new friends amber,” Ms. Allison instructed, “and don’t forget to thank them.”

“Thank you for such an enjoyable evening.” I said lightly taking Rick’s hand.

I don’t know what came over me but suddenly, I leaned forward and gave Rick a kiss on his cheek.

“You are very welcome princess.” I said rubbing the outside of my right thigh almost all the way up to my hip.

“Thank you as well Steve,” I replied kissing his cheek as well, “I had a lot of fun dancing with you.”

“I had fun as well,” Steve replied kissing my cheek and nuzzling my ear a bit, “I will look forward to the next time.”

Ms. Allison said her goodbyes as well thanking them for “breaking my cherry” so adeptly on the dance floor. I felt myself blush deeply as my stomach flipped slightly. The guys left after a bit of conversation while my mind continued to race.

“amber baby,” Ms. Allison said as she took Ms. Jenn by the hand, “you wait here, the two of us will be right back.”

I was in no rush to get back onto my heels so waiting seemed like a wonderful idea. As I waited a rather dashing older man walked over extending his hand to me.

“So, Ms.,” he said holding my hand lightly in his, “you do realize that we are closed right?”

“Oh yes Sir,” I replied wondering if I should pull my hand back or leave it, “my Mistress and her friend are in the lady’s room.”

“I am sure they will not mind if I keep you company until they return then,” he said taking the seat next to mine while not letting go of my hand, “a lovely girl like you shouldn’t be left alone.” I blushed at his compliment. “Is this your first time to the club?”

We exchanged small talk for quite a bit until Ms. Allison and Ms. Jenn returned. During that time, I found out that Max was the owner of the club and while most nights it was a normal bar Max held special nights like this twice a month. Ms. Allison assured him that I would be a regular.

“Ready to go now muffin?” She said looking at me.

“Yes Ms.!” I replied ready to head home.

Max kissed the back of my hand before saying goodnight. On the way out to the car Ms. Allison and Ms. Jenn walked with their arms interlocked talking in whispers while I followed closely behind. It was apparent they had something planned for me. The walk across the street was less scary this time, I’d already done it once and I was feeling the wonderful effects of all those fruity drinks. As we approached the car Ms. Allison walked me to the passenger side holding the rear door open for me.

“You did wonderfully tonight amber,” she said proudly, “you made quite a few friends as well, I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you, Ms.” I replied feeling very proud of myself.

I settled into the back seat and waited. Ms. Jenn then slipped into the backseat next to me, which was unexpected, but I knew better than to question. Ms. Allison got into the driver’s seat, adjusting the mirror so she could see me.

“Just a little reward for you on the ride home amber,” Ms. Allison said starting the car, “do a good job now baby you’ve got a big reward coming later.”

I felt Ms. Jenn’s hand guiding mine up her leg. Higher and higher until I could feel her warmth as my fingers reached the crease of her leg. Her hand gripped my wrist while her other reached for my neck. I was so excited when she pulled me toward her crotch. I could hardly wait, I was going to bury my face between her legs! I licked my lips eagerly in anticipation.

“Open wide sissy,” she said as she guided my mouth to her crotch, “time to show how well that mouth of yours works.”

As I got close to her crotch, we passed under a street light, it wasn’t her pussy I’d be sucking on. When they’d gone to the lady’s room Ms. Jenn put on a strapon harness, there was now an 8″ flesh colored dildo beyoğlu escort barely an inch from my lips.

“Bet you can’t make me cum with your mouth on my shaft!” She challenged.

Her challenge spurred me on, I’d always been competitive, and this would be no exception. Plus, with as horny as I was, I didn’t need any encouragement at all to work her strapon like a porn star! Ms. Jenn started to softly moan which only spurred me on, it was music to my ears. Her hand slipped behind my head guiding me and pulling me deeper onto her shaft. I felt my clitty and ass tingle as I gave Ms. Jenn the blowjob of her life. I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as her hips started to rise to meet my mouth, thrusting into me while drool ran down my chin. Her breathing became labored as I fought to time my breaths with her thrusts.

“Jesus Allie she’s going to fucking do it,” Ms. Jenn groaned loudly, “she’s gonna make me cum!” She pulled my head into her until my nose pressed against her mound holding me tightly in place as she rocked and ground her hips. “Ohhhhhhh fucccckkkk!” She growled.

I could feel her orgasm as I struggled to breathe, the dildo blocking my airway as she held me tightly in place with both hands. The smell of her pussy juice rushing out of her filled my nose. When she finally released my head, I pulled back quickly gasping for air, feeling tears running down my face. I only took a moment to recover before trying to speak.

“May I?” I croaked, then cleared my throat. “May I lick your thighs clean Ms. Jenn,” I asked sheepishly, “please?”

“Yes, you can muffin,” Ms. Jenn cooed, “but stay away from my pussy, that’s not yours. Understand?”

“Yes Ms. I do.” I replied as I leaned between her thighs.

With one hand still slowly stroking the dildo I began delicately licking her inner thighs feeling her heat on my face. She was delicious! I struggled to keep my tongue from her barely covered pussy, it was so tempting though. I was soon lost in what I was doing, licking and lapping, as Ms. Allison drove on.

“One more time my little slut!” Ms. Jenn said before pulling my mouth to the tip of the dildo again. “You’re Mistress got me all hot and bothered tonight,” she said forcing the full shaft back into my mouth and throat, “and you’re going to fix that!” My mouth was far too full to reply, my answer was conveyed by pumping it on her shaft as quickly as I could. “You know what we’re going to do when we get you home?” Ms. Jenn growled as the used one hand to push my face down on her shaft. “We are going tie you up and fuck you until we are exhausted!”

I trembled with excitement at the idea while she continued to ravage my mouth and throat with the dildo. She orgasmed a second time before we got home, allowing me to lay between her legs with my head on her hip until we got home. Even when Ms. Allison opened the door, I wasn’t ready to move, I’d been mindlessly holding and softly kissing the dildo since Ms. Jenn’s second orgasm.

“Don’t worry,” Ms. Allison said holding the door open behind Ms. Jenn, “you’re not done having that shaft inside you amber, you’ll get plenty more of it in a bit.”

“Yes, Ms. Allison.” I said as I reluctantly moved from between Ms. Jenn’s shapely legs.

I followed them into the house, feeling the night air against my swollen tessies and soaked panties. I was desperate to please but also needed to cum so badly my body ached for it. They led me into the living room, sitting together on the couch with Ms. Allison’s hand between Ms. Jenn’s thigh. I could tell she was rubbing Ms. Jenn’s pussy through the thin bottoms she had on under her dress. The look on

Ms. Jenn’s face was of blissful delight as Ms. Allison looked me up and down.

“Take off your dress amber,” Ms. Allison instructed, “do it slowly though, make it sexy.”

Slowly I did the best strip tease I could muster, making sure to slowly pull the dress down over my butt while leaning forward. Ms. Allison giggled at my stripping while Ms. Jenn softly moaned at Ms. Allison’s touch. Standing in front of them in my lingerie, wig and heels I waited anxiously for her next command.

“Go remove the egg,” she said softly, “make sure you clean it and put it away before you return.”

“Yes, Ms.!” I replied dutifully before scurrying out of the room.

The egg slipped out of me easily, I did as instructed and cleaned it off before putting it back in the drawer returning to the living room as quickly as I could. When I returned to the living room Ms. Jenn was dep in the throws of an orgasm with Ms. Allison’s fingers now inside Ms. Jenn’s tiny black thong quickly moving over her clit.

“Go get my strapon harness amber,” Ms. Allison said without missing a beat, “and don’t dawdle, Jenn isn’t the only one who wants to orgasm tonight.”

In spite of my aching feet I ran up the stairs to the bedroom to retrieve Ms. Allison’s harness. It was thin black leather straps with a very fat 10″ dildo already attached to it. My sissy pussy trembled at the idea of having this thrust into me. Returning to the living room with it in my hand Ms. Allison was now standing, removing her blouse, while Ms. Jenn lay exhausted on the couch with her dildo still pointed at the sky. Ms. Allison removed her black leather dress, letting it fall to the floor, before stepping out of it.

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Chapter 2

Christine Moves In, Brings Her Roommate

Matt could not wait to give Christine long awaited good news. He entered her room and did not immediately see her. He noticed the open bathroom door and saw the woman of his dreams stark naked at the sink bushing her teeth. Her ass wiggled as she worked the brush. She saw Matt staring and wiggled it provocatively.

“See something you like?” she asked coyly.

He answered her question by locking the door. He approached her and knelt to the floor. He placed his strong hands firmly on her ass and slowly licked her crack, spreading her cheeks slightly with each lick. Finally reaching her rosebud, he licked repeatedly reaching further into her asshole.

Christine leaned against the sink pressing her ass to Matt’s face. Her cheeks felt soft and warm and smelled of bath soap. He held her cheeks open and inserted his forefinger far into her bowels. His arousal blossomed and his cock hardened.

Christine handed him a bottle of lotion, “Please fuck me darling!” she begged.

Matt applied the lotion to his cock and generously lathered her asshole. He stuck his crown to her opening. Her hole opened to accommodate the head. Christine exercised amazing muscle control and opened wide as Matt slowly thrust in a little at a time. After six inches remained, Christine suddenly threw her ass back taking his entire 9-inch cock in her asshole. “Fuck me deep! Keep up as I rock back and forth.” she instructed.

Christine rocked back and forth slowly. Matt moved out as she moved forward and in as she moved back. They established a perfect rhythm and Christine gradually moved faster. Their balls swung like a pendulum often slapping against each other.

Matt put lotion on his right hand and placed his left on her back. He reached around her and found her rock hard cock. He stroked it to the same rhythm of Christine’s movement.

Her rocking grew in intensity. Matt’s cock grew harder. His balls tightened. The feeling of impeding orgasm filled his cock. He held Christine still, thrust foreword and unloaded deep in her bowels. He withdrew and cum followed his cock. He lapped it as fast as it came.

Christine turned and fed her cock past Matt’s cum covered lips. He sucked her deep as her orgasm rocked her world. Her massive load filled his mouth and overflowed covering Christine’s face moving like a lava flow to her breasts.

Matt retrieved every drop and dribbled repeatedly to her open mouth. They shared Matt’s last mouth full in a sloppy kiss that grew to a passionate embrace. Each professed their love for each other over and over again.

Christine led Matt to the shower. He washed her body remaining longer then necessary on her breasts, ass and cock. She jolted each time his hand rubbed her sensitive nipples and cock. She washed Matt running soapy hand all over his muscular body.

As they toweled each other dry, he told Christine, “By the way, you are going home today.”

Christine excitedly embraced her lover. She held him tight thanking him for his kindness and love. “Come to our place tonight to celebrate. Jeri is a great cook. Her specialty is roast pork that melts in your mouth.”

“I’ll bring the wine.” Matt offered. “Call Jeri and I’ll wheel you to the door when she arrives.”

“Can’t was just walk arm and arm?”

“Sorry love. Rules demand patients leave in a wheelchair.”

She called Jeri and told her of her dinner offer. “It sounds great. It will give me the chance to give Matt the once over to make sure he is good enough for you.” she kidded.

“Play your cards right and you might find out just how good he is.” Christine jibbed back.

“Stop it! You are getting me so hot I may just jump your bones in the parking lot.” Jeri bluffed.

“I have missed you too.” Christine sincerely replied. Call my cell when you arrive.

A HOT MEAL AND A HOTTER NIGHT

Dinner with Christine and Jeri was as advertised. After a steady diet of bland hospital food, Christine ate ravenously of Jeri’s famous pork roast, yellow rice and a fresh spinach salad. Matt seldom cooked for himself; frequenting restaurants, and enjoyed his first home cooked meal in a long time. Lack or conversation at the dinner table gave fitting testimony to Jeri’s culinary talent.

Matt helped the two beauties clean the table in fill the dishwasher.

They adjourned to the living room. Jeri prepared a pot of hot Earl Grey tea and joined Matt and Christine. They plopped down on a soft sofa, Matt in the middle, Christine to his left and Jeri to his right, and sipped the tea. Matt and Christine raved about the meal, slightly embarrassing Jeri.

Jeri expressed her appreciation for his care shown Christine. “I am so happy that you have fallen in love.”

“She is the woman I have longed to meet ever since I discovered my appreciation for transsexuals” Matt told Jeri, wrapping his arm around Christine and drawing her closer.

Christine sighed and kissed Matt softly.

“Do you mind taksim escort telling how you came to love transsexual sex?” Jeri asked.

He looked at Christine. “We have no secrets here Matt. I would like to know as well.”

Matt revealed his encounter with a transsexual in Las Vegas. “The hot night with Sheila revealed the need missing in all my previous affairs. She taught me a new guiding principal of life.

“I refuse to label or judge people with stereotypes. Straight, gay, bi does not matter. The essential secrete is to enjoy life.”

Jeri and Christine listened to Matt with rapt attention. Christine snuggled closer. Jeri overcome with lust snuggled close to Matt. “You are amazing,” Jeri whispered, “I am so happy you and Christine found each other.”

The caffeine in the tea worked its magic. They were all alert and ready for anything.

“How would you love birds like to share some sex with a third party?” she boldly asked.

Christine promised Jeri such an opportunity and without a great deal of difficulty urged Matt to accept the promising offer.

Jeri and Christine undressed each other down to their damp thongs. They easily removed Matt’s shirt, shoes and pants leaving him in his jockey shorts displaying a prominent bulge.

They led Matt to their king size bed and nudged him to his back. Christine removed Jeri’s bra and kissed her passionately. She sucked her breasts and knelt down, removed Jeri’s soaked thong and buried her face in her wet pussy. Christine opened Jeri’s outer lips and gently tongued the bright pink flesh. She licked her open pussy fervently exposing her incredible clit. It was at least an inch long. Christine sucked it as if a cock and Jeri ecstatically poured juices all over her roommates beautiful 38″ breasts.

Matt jacked his cock hard, aroused by Christine’s oral skills. Jeri noticed Matt’s huge cock and forced Christine to stop. “I need that man,” she told Christine.

“Set on his face, “Christine told Jeri.

Matt eagerly lavished Jeri’s pussy. He sucked her extended clit and inserted two fingers into her vaginal opening. Jeri’s hot juices poured into Matt’s mouth. He drank greedily loving the sweet taste.

Christine removed Matt’s jockey shorts lowered her ass impaling his cock. Over the past few days, Christine grew to love Matt’s cock plowing her tight ass. She rocked up and down slowly at first than faster. She drove Matt crazy by lifting complexly off his cock then plunging down its entire length.

Jeri bent forward to suck Christine’s cock and caress her beautiful boobs. Matt puckered his lips and tongued Jeri’s clit. He inserted a finger in her ass probing deep.

Jeri and Christine’s eyes glazed over. Christine froze holding Matt deep in her ass. Her balls tingled and the ecstatic pre-orgasmic feeling engulfed her cock. She tried to hold back but lost control, feeding Jeri a prolonged stream of warm creamy cum. Jeri loved Christine’s cum and sucked harder on her cock draining every drop.

Christine kissed Jeri deeply sharing her cum. Matt located her G-spot and with just the right touch drove her ejaculate juices to the boiling point. Jeri gave way to the pressure and spurted hot clear liquid in Matt’s mouth, face and chest.

Jeri turned to kiss Matt deeply sharing the sweet taste. Christine joined her friend lapping her ejaculate juice and alternated feeding Matt and Jeri.

Christine badly wanted to give Matt his first anal fuck. Jeri wanted Matt to fuck her. They accomplished both desires at the same time.

Matt recuperated quickly allowing Jeri to lower her pussy to his hard cock, taking it slowly, moaning and grunting as it filled her pussy, stretching her vaginal walls.

“Oh my sweet, your lover’s cock is heavenly,” she whispered to Christine.

Christine told the two to relax for a moment and shoved a pillow under Matt’s ass giving her perfect access to his most private bodily opening.

She lapped at his virgin asshole and tongued deeply. Matt instinctively relaxed his sphincter muscle allowing Christine to tongue deeper. She withdrew replacing her tongue with her pointer finger and stuffed it as far as possible wiggling in small circles. Matt lurched and drove his cock deeper in Jeri’s hot cunt.

He relaxed allowing Christine to add another finger. Matt enjoyed her anal play more and more and welcomed her hand in his ass.

“Please take my virgin ass now,” he begged.

Christine lubricated her cock with a generous amount of Emotion Lotion that grew warmer with use. She spread more in his open hole and placed her cock at the entrance. She told Matt to push out the way he unloaded his bowels.

The feeling of Christine’s hard cock entering his ass for the first time and his cock in Jeri’s tight pussy filled Matt with immeasurable pleasure.

The three lovers developed a nice rhythm. Christine timed her thrusts with Jeri. As she moved up, she thrust in and moved out as Jeri moved down. The emotion lotion mecidiyeköy escort filled his bowels with lovely warmth.

The ecstasy of sharing his body with two beautiful women seemed unworldly and magical.

The spell was broken as creamy cum filled his ass. Christine emptied her balls filling Matt to overflowing. She gobbled and swallowed her cum as is poured out his asshole until just a trickle remained. She shared it with Matt in a deep kiss. It was light brown, smelled musty. It tasted unusual but tolerable.

Christine rested in Matt’s arms loving the pleasure she saw in his eyes. She kissed him deeply igniting his orgasm. Matt and Jeri came at the same time and a sweet mixture of cum and pussy juice covered Matt’s legs and belly. Christine joined Jeri in the long process of cleaning his body stopping often to kiss long and hard sharing the sweet mixture.

Matt lay back and relaxed as the two women continued to erase all traces of his cum and Jeri’s juices. He could hardly believe his luck at finding Christine and falling so deeply in love in such a short time. He thought about Christine strong relationship with Jeri and worried about fracturing their love for each other when Christine moved to his spacious home. He hatched a plan he hoped they would accept.

The following weekend Christine and Jeri packed their belongings and moved in with Matt.

MATT MEETS CHRISTINE’S MOM AND HER LOVER

Janet, Christine’s mom grew increasingly lonely from the moment she left and moved in with Jeri. She and Christine enjoyed a trusting open relationship. She accepted their relationship and thought often of their obvious deep love for each other. Naturally, she thought about entering a lesbian relationship and was surprised the thought was so arousing. She thought only of beautiful lesbians when she masturbated

She ate well, attended yoga classes and jogged five miles every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She developed the appearance and body of a woman half her 40 years. Like Christine, she has auburn hair and a slim and trim body. She has blue eyes and figured her ex husbands brown eyes gave Christine her lovely green. Her breasts are a smaller but a full 36″. Her waist is 23″ and her hips 37″.

She met Lucy at yoga and often joined her at a local park to jog. They connected and began to spend a lot of time together. At the beginning, Janet did not know that Lucy is a confirmed lesbian and suffered a traumatic breakup with her long time partner. Lucy wanted to have a child. Vehemently opposed to motherhood, her lover eventually found another woman of like mind and moved out.

Lucy, 28, is a rather short 5 ft tall with a beautifully proportioned 35-22-36″ body. Her hair and eyes are a matching deep brown.

One day they were resting after jogging and noticed a pack of children near by.

“I always wanted a baby,” Lucy wistfully remarked. “Do you have children, Janet?”

“I have a son,” she started to reply and caught herself blurting, “I mean daughter.”

She noticed Lucy looking at her strangely and decided to fess up. “You seem confused, so I better explain,” she continued.

Lucy touched her arm softly. “If you want to talk, know that you can trust me, as I have grown to trust you.”

Janet took Lucy’s hand and told her the whole story of how her son Chris became her daughter Christine. She revealed how lonely she grew after Christine moved in with her bisexual girl friend a year ago and how good she felt finally meeting a good friend.

Lucy told Janet she was happy with their friendship and had also been lonely lately. “You should know that I am a lesbian.” Lucy admitted. She looked into Janet’s eyes for her reaction and saw nothing but love. She then told Janet about all the great times they had before they parted over the childhood issue.

Janet told herself it was now or never and admitted she was looking for a lesbian relationship. “Would you consider women 15 years older than you?” Janet asked.

“If I did not know you have a 19 year old daughter I would guess you were no older than 30,” Lucy praised. “You are incredibly beautiful and I would be overjoyed to become your lover.”

Within a week, Lucy left her apartment and bad memories and moved in with Janet.

The experienced Lucy patiently taught the novice Janet the best way to eat pussy, suck and tweak nipples and perform clean anal sex. Janet learned the basics quickly. They became insatiable lovers. They purchased a nice assortment of toys and enema bags. They bought sexy clothing and spent every Friday night at the finest lesbian night club in town, Women’s Cave.

Waiting to enter the club one night, Janet heard the unmistakable sounds of a Harley Motorcycle. She looked at Lucy and told her she was about to meet Christine and her lover Jeri.

Christine and Jeri were happy to see Janet and exchanged hugs and pecks on the cheek. “Allow me to introduce my lover, Lucy, ladies.”

Christine and Lucy topkapı escort bowed and told her how pleased they were to meet her. “You both look lovely. Set with us inside and we can swap fibs about each other,” Jeri offered.

They shared a table and several carafes of wine, talked, and danced until closing time.

Lucy danced with Christine often. Christine told Lucy how happy she was her mom had found such an attractive and caring friend. Lucy told her she and Janet was very much in love and may eventually marry.

“What’s up with you and Jeri? She seems nice.”

“We are friends and lovers and will remain so. We have different futures in mind. I am looking for a good man who can fall in love with a transsexual. Jeri is bi for now and eventually wants to settle down with a lesbian. So far we are still looking,”

“My ex partner and I ran into many transsexuals in our day most seeking a good man or women. Most eventually found that special person. None is as beautiful as you are, dear. I suspect the man you seek is right around the corner. As for Jeri, just look around. One here has to be for her,” Lucy said encouragingly.

The following Monday, Christine found herself in the hospital.

Three weeks later Janet and Lucy helped Christine and Jeri move to Matt’s home.

Matt bought his ranch style split level home after his first year of residency. Modest compared to the luxurious accommodations of staff doctors, it is a mansion compared to Janet and Lucy’s home, not to mention Christine and Jeri’s duplex.

Lucy told Matt she has a knack for interior design and asked if she could rearrange the furniture. Matt agreed. Her woman’s touch with three helpers assisting preformed a minor miracle and turned Matt’s house into comfortable home. They finished late so Matt invited Janet and Lucy to stay the night. They agreed and by morning had enjoyed a different kind of house warming.

It took little effort for Jeri to convenience Janet and Lucy to share her bed for the night. Janet knew Jeri since she was a baby and loved her for no other reason than she was her daughter’s soul mate. Jeri lusted for Christine’s mother for years and always stole quick glances when visiting Chris during his transformation to Christine. Janet knew her lover wanted Jeri since their chance meeting at Woman’s Cave.

The three sexy women entered the bedroom, closed the door and engaged in a group hug, groping and fondling each other. Lucy undressed Jeri while Janet undressed Lucy. The now naked younger woman kissed and hugged passionately. Janet undressed and fondled Jeri from behind, caressing her 36″ breasts and kissing her ear lobes.

Lucy and Janet fell to their knees. Lucy licked Jeri’s pussy opening her outer lips and kissing the pink flesh. Janet licked palmed Jeri’s ass cheeks and licked up and down her crack gently separating them more and more with each lick.

Jeri swooned and grew increasingly excited from her first threesome with lesbians. It was just as hot but more tender than sex with Christine and her boyfriend Greg. She held Lucy’s head and raked her deep brown hair.

Janet eyed Jeri’s beautiful brown hole and opened wide kissing hard and lapping her asshole aggressively. Lucy licked far into Jeri’s pussy and swallowed her sweet juices. She inserted her pointer finger in her vaginal opening and easily found the tiny nub of her G-spot.

Janet probed Jeri’s tight asshole. Her slick tongue tasted her tart cavity and wished she had her enema bag. She decided her fingers would suffice and drove two fingers far in her ass. Jeri developed extraordinary muscle control and relaxed her anal muscles allowing Janet to force fore fingers in and out of her ass.

Jeri reached cosmic heights as the two lesbians probed her erogenous zones. She squealed in delight as she felt Janet’s fist plow by her anal ring and deep into her bowels. She leaned back, arched her back and spurted a long steady clear stream of ejaculate juices repeatedly, drowning her and Lucy’s bodies in a sticky sweet shower.

Janet quickly removed her fist from the quaking Jeri and caught her last stream in her mouth. Lucy caught a mouth full and fed it to Jeri in a not open mouth kiss. Janet fed Lucy her mouth full.

They quickly showered, cuddled on the bed and fell soundly asleep.

MATT AND CHRISTINE’S TENDER FIRST NIGHT

This night was not only their first time together in Matt’s home, it was the fist time alone since Christine and Matt made love with Jeri over a week ago.

As if reading each other’s minds they wanted the first night to be special giving them sweet memories lasting a lifetime,

Matt pampered Christine, brushing her long beautiful auburn hair and applying skin-rejuvenating lotion to her entire naked body including her cock. Christine breathed heavily in the pleasure of Matt’s gently touch.

She gave Matt a full body massage using masculine scented oil. She knew a relaxed Matt to be an incredibly gentle lover. .

Christine and Matt never grew bored seeing each other in the nude. Christine thought Matt was the most beautiful man she had ever seen and could not avoid complimenting his looks frequently. His humble nature kept his ego under control. He felt very fortunate to keep company with the most beautiful woman in his world. Christine felt the same way and never took anything for granted.

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I’d been chatting with a man online for weeks, flirting with him and telling him what I’d like him to do to me.

I’d finally plucked up the courage to go on a date with him and had even been shopping with my wife to find a new dress for the occasion.

I was born as a man but now identify as non-binary I’ve been cross dressing for years gradually getting braver and wearing more and more.

My wife has been incredibly supportive of me through out this and even likes to have sex me in my female persona.

I’m 5’10 and very slimly built with delicate features so with a wig and makeup I can pass as a woman quite easily.

For my date tonight I took a very long bath and dehaired and moisturised all over, once out of the bath I put on my favourite black bra and thong that I had picked out earlier and then with help from my wife Carly I started work on my face applying makeup until I’d transformed into a beautiful woman.

I put on my long flowing black dress that hid my lack of beats but accentuated my ass and then for the last act of my transformation I put on my shoulder length red haired wig and I had become Rachel.

I was getting super nervous now but my wonderful wife gave me a glass of wine while I waited for my taxi into town and I calmed down a bit.

I met Daryl at a bar in town he was lovely immediately and led me by the hand to the bar, we had a couple more drinks and continued our flirting from online.

When it was time to go and eat he wrapped his arm around my body and cupped my ass and it felt wonderful.

The rest of the meal was a bit of a blur but towards the end I started to feel a bit naughty and küçükçekmece escort removed my stockinged foot from my heels and began to stroke his leg. His smile told me how much he liked that so I leaned back a little so I could raise my leg higher and stroke his thigh.

At this point I asked him in a quiet voice if he would like to come back to my house, he nodded so we got the bill and left hurriedly.

In the cab we made out for the first time kissing tentatively but gradually getting more and more passionate.

I broke away to message Carly I wanted her to be part of this and he knows I’m married but not yet something intoxicating was coming over me and I wanted him to myself so I asked her to wait upstairs.

We tipped the cabbie and unlocked my front door.

Then I whispered in his ear “stand still”!

I kneeled down so my face was inches away from his cock and then I started to fumble with his belt unlocking it then unbuttoning his slacks.

I reached into his pants and released his cock which pointed straight at my forehead I could see the tip glistening with precum.

I grabbed it with both hands one hand around his balls and the other around the shaft, I began to pump it and I heard him groan and with this I leaned in and kissed the top.

I’d never sucked a cock before so I took my time gradually opening my mouth further and taking more and more of him inside me.

After I while I stopped looked up at him and said please fuck me.

He nodded back so i stood grabbed his cock in my hands and led him upstairs.

Carly was waiting in halkalı escort the bedroom like I’d hoped I introduced them and then said I please both of you take me.

They stood around me and slowly removed my dress playing with my body as they did. As my dress feel away you could see my hard cock poking out of the thong that wasn’t sufficient to restrain it.

Carly then led me to the bed and told me to kneel on the edge of it so my ass was nice and high and then leaned my forwards so my body was stretched out.

Carly then began to lick my ass hole to start getting me ready for Daryl while he waited he came round onto the bed naked now and laid his hard cock on my cheek.

He played it across my face drizzling me in precum and then finally let the tip slip into my open mouth.

I started to try and suck but he placed a hand on my head to stop me and instead he gradually began to move himself in out of my mouth gently face fucking me deeper and deeper until he was groaning and his hairy hips were almost touching my face.

I felt Carly stop licking me and guessed she was watching this hot scene but I was wrong she slipped a finger to my ass and started to probe pushing me as much as she could.

Suddenly Daryl stopped and pulled out and declared he was wet enough, he stepped round to the end of the bed and I heard the squelch of lube then a lump of the cold jelly landing in my ass.

I couldn’t believe it was time I was finally going to get fucked by a real cock after years of thinking about it now was the time.

Carly lay down on the bed In front of me and I could avcılar escort smell her pussy which she started to position next to my face she told me I was allowed to start licking her until Daryl was in me as she wanted to watch my face as he entered.

With that I felt the tip of his cock rub the lube around my ass and then gripping me with a hand round each hip he slowly began to push against me.

It felt enormous bigger than anything I’d ever had but slowly I dilated to enough to take his head and then he was in! It felt amazing he just held it there letting me adjust for a while and then he pushed and pushed until his hips touched my butt.

I gasped I’d never felt so full, with that Carly grabbed my head and pushed it onto her soaking pussy.

With each of Darryl’s slow strokes i was pushed into Carly’s pussy licking her clit and trying to suck on it before I was pulled away.

He started to pick up his tempo fucking me harder and my face was ground further and further into my wife’s pussy.

After a few moments Carly sat up and moved away to watch as Daryl fucked me harder and harder then she moved closer to him and leaned in to kiss him while his cock was still buried deep inside me.

He stopped and held himself in me while they passionately kissed each other, Carly started to moan and giggle and then suddenly I felt a hand grab my cock and start to tug at it, jerking me rhythmically faster and faster.

Then all of a sudden Daryl started pumping inside of me hanging slamming his large fat penis into me while Carly jerked me off in time.

I could feel my orgasm building and as I was getting closer and closer I found it harder to hold myself up my arms collapsed my face falling into the sheets as I moaned in ecstasy, this felt so much better than when Carly had pegged me before!

Then all of a sudden Daryl and me were cumming at the same time I fell onto the bed as my cock spurted all over Carly hand and Daryl pumped me full of cum.

To be continued.

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I was really looking forward to having a night away in Boston with Petronella. And especially dressing up and acting out the part of being her slave.

“No, no, Katrina,. You haven’t heard me quite right. You’re going as a slave and I’m one too. Other boys and girls are the slave masters.”

“We’ll be equals for a change,” I said provocatively.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” Pet warned.

“What shall I wear?” I asked, changing direction. “It’s not fancy dress I hope?”

“You need not worry about what to wear. You’ll be near naked most of the time.”

A felt a thrill spread out from my loins. “Oh, it’s that sort of party then?”

“I guess you’re going to enjoy it Kat. Just for one night I won’t be your boss. Don’t take too much advantage of the situation though. Remember you’ll be back here afterwards and I can make your life exceedingly difficult.”

Come Friday afternoon we were both starting to get ready for the night ahead. Pet told me to wear sexy underwear, but then just a track suit and a pair of sneakers. She made my hair up for me as she had done before. Finally she pulled a black dog collar from a drawer and affixed it round my neck. She did the same with a red one round her own neck. “We must keep wearing these all the time until we are on our way back home here,” she instructed.

“Why is mine black and yours is red,” was the obvious question I asked.

“They have different meanings.”

“You know what I’m going to ask next?”

“Black is stands for anal and mouth. Red is unrestricted.” She smiled at me. “And yellow, for example, is for cunt only,” she said deliberately coarsely. “Do you get it? The colours are what the slave is willing to perform or endure. It is a strict convention of the night and must not be contravened under any circumstances.”

“So, I’m not red like you because…”

“You haven’t a cunt ducky,” chimed Pet, finishing the sentence for me.

“This is going to be some party.”

“You’ve got to believe it.”

“Tell me more please.” I was really intrigued.

“In the car when we’re on our way to Boston I’ll tell you all you need to know. Right now I have to pack an overnight bag for both of us.”

“Where are we spending the night, Petronella? “

“At this moment, I haven’t the foggiest idea. The organisers will have us booked into a hotel. Now, no more questions. Go and make yourself useful in the kitchen.”

Later I heard Pet answer a call on her mobile. I wondered if it had something to do with the party. I was dead scared it might have been cancelled. Pet caught up with me. “That was Mom. I have a sneaking feeling she’s taken the bait. She wants to come by on Sunday. Dad’s away again for some reason. She said she’ll be lonely. That’s a first; most unlike her.”

I felt a little thrill snake through me. The prospect of seducing Pet’s Mom was quite something to look forward to.

We left for Boston in good time and, as she had promised, Pet told me the rules of the party we were heading for. In no time she had my eyes popping out of my head and my stomach churning with both excitement and trepidation.

The theme was ‘Slave Night’ as I already knew; but with role reversal. Ten to twelve white women were the slaves and any number of black men and women were the potential buyers. It was a real auction for real money, one buyer per woman, and the right of ownership for just four hours – eight pm to midnight. A buyer could purchase one woman only, and then sell her services to the other men and women in the room. Two huge rooms actually, equipped in total with ten beds and ten sofas; a pair for each buyer – a bit like a set of market stalls.

The initial auction money was dished out in total to various local charities. But the money the successful buyers charged for their woman’s services to the rest of the participants was theirs to keep. A clever buyer, purchasing the right woman at the right price, and charging enough for the woman’s services, could end the evening with a significant profit. This was theirs to keep in its entirety. The game deliciously turned the buyers into pimps, the slave women into whores, and the customers into johns.

There were also other rules, many to do with hygiene, others to do with what was allowable. Keeping within the services offered by virtue of the coloured dog collars would be strictly enforced. To me, naive as I may have been, it sounded all very exciting.

The whores gathered in an anti room by six-thirty for a seven o’clock auction. We all wore just bra and panties and, of course, our collars. More than half were red like Pet’s. I was the only black collar for pretty obvious reasons. Some of the women had fantastic figures, as did Pet. There were two women in their fifties looking voluptuous and one, to put it kindly, was past her sell by date. She confidently wore a red collar.

I hadn’t until then realised there was a secondary competition between us; to see who could attract the highest bid and therefore raise şişli escort the most money for charity. I had no chance in that department and my immediate concern was not to be the one who stood out and raised the least.

It was fascinating to watch how the ten of us reacted in those lock-down thirty minutes. As the time of the auction grew nearer and nearer some of us grew obviously more and more nervous. Not, I guessed, because we were mostly standing in skimpy bras and panties. It was more about the money we would raise, and then the likely clients we had to service. At this stage I had no idea as to what they would be like, apart from all would be some shade of black. I had a picture in my mind of lithe, athletic men with huge pricks. Oh, yes, perhaps the size of their pricks was a major cause for nervousness. Interesting the lady most senior in our group appeared to be the calmest.

Pet did not stand by me as she might – it was as if we were strangers at a garden party. She knew most of the other slaves, that was obvious, and she spread herself around chatting to most of them. She had obviously been a member of the club for some time. I cast my mind back; could she have been a member when she and I were living together as husband and wife? Come to think of it, she sometimes went off on a Friday night to stay with an old school friend. But she had said it was somewhere other than Boston, although I couldn’t be sure. So much had happened in my life between then and now.

A black woman appeared; dumpy, five foot nothing and eyes full of fun; a sweet grandmotherly figure. “Good evening my little sluts,” she laughingly greeted us. Clip board in hand she made to talk to us one by one. When we arrived at the venue we had had to sign disclaimers and other forms, so she knew our names and a lot more. She checked me over as she did the other whores, and then gave us each a number which was attached prominently to one of our wrists, just for the purposes of the auction. My number was seven. Pet’s was three. That was the order in which we were to be auctioned off. Seeing the numbers on the women’s wrists really brought the situation home to me and, for the first time, I began to have doubts.

Having finished her paperwork the dumpy lady addressed us as a group. “You need to pay attention my little whores, please. Shortly you will be instructed to move out of this room and onto the stage where you will be clearly seen by our audience tonight. I shall be there with you to ensure you are properly treated. There is a big audience tonight and possibly more to come, so I expect you all will be kept busy for the four hours you have kindly agreed to donate your bodies. Nobody will be allowed to touch you whilst you are on the stage, and you will keep your bra and panties on until the last five minutes. Then you should be completely naked, apart from your collars, of course. Any questions?”

“What if any of our clients want to go further than our collars say we have agreed to?” asked a delicious looking brunette with a blue collar.

“Just shout out ‘NO’ as loud as you can. We have monitors in both rooms keeping a very close eye on things. They’re big boys and won’t put up with any nonsense. Just to remind you, although I am sure you’ve all read the rules. No more than six fucks, arse and cunt combined. And for number seven the limit is four. What’s more, with anal fucking, if any of you consider the man’s weapon is too big for you to cope with then you can refuse. If the man complains, just holler and somebody will come and sort it out. Don’t be afraid to. This is a charity event and you are our most precious contributors.”

I looked around at the other women’s faces. Pet looked the most relaxed apart from a busty redhead. My mistress winked at me encouragingly.

“Right my whores, out onto the dais outside.” This was it.

We filed out into a huge room full of black men and women. Whoops and jeers and clapping, I imagined, filled every inch of the space. My first surprise was the number of women in the audience; somehow I had missed females out of my calculation and rather expected an all male audience. The next thing that struck me was the age range. Men under the age of eighteen were bared, in theory at least, but I hadn’t reckoned on so many white hairs on beards if not heads. Of course, rich old men could likely afford the price of a fuck or whatever more easily than many of their younger compatriots.

The would-be dealers or pimps were encouraged to come to the fore and get a close look at the flesh they soon could be bidding for. And there, hitting me between the eyes was my moment of epiphany. What had just been an exercise in sexual adventure and fun suddenly caused my mouth to run dry. I realised how devastatingly horrible the actual slavery in the eighteen and nineteenth centuries had been for the poor souls, both men and women, who had been wrested out of Africa and forced into slavery; often in the most cruellest manner. ortaköy escort Real women, rather than me, an apology for one, went, at the auctions alone, through indescribable horrors and injustices. I just wanted to run out of that hall and find the darkest corner and repent for the sins of my forefathers. Why didn’t I? Was it cowardice? Perhaps. Did I see all those black faces in front of me laughing and joking, pointing and jeering, and my thinking “why should I spoil their evening just because I have an attack of conscience?” Perhaps I wasn’t so much of a coward after all – especially if I gave my forthcoming clients their money’s worth. I pulled my shoulders back and stick my tits out and stood defiantly with my legs slightly apart.

The potential dealers or pimps edged to the front of the dais to get a close look at the meat they would soon be bidding for. The younger whores seemed to be getting most of the attention but not exclusively so by any means.

My eyes alighted on a statuesque black woman, perhaps as old as forty – but black women tended to look younger for longer – and who seemed to be particularly interested in me. When the time came to take off our bras and panties she was close by. Whereas there were hoots and shouts as we undressed in turn, when it came to me, and when I revealed Twiglet to the big wide world, the women remained passive. She certainly didn’t walk away.

Whore No.1 made $2,200. No.2 a little less. Then it was Pet’s turn. Bidding was brisk. She played up to the audience as a whole; at one point sucking her forefinger and apparently then sticking it up her vagina. Half the hall erupted. I reckoned that gesture alone added significantly to her final score of $3,500. The older lady with saggy boobs made a surprising $2,350. When it came to my turn I expected the worst. The hall was filled with any number of wolf whistles and jeers alike. Yet I clocked up $2,250 much to my relief. No.9 was the redhead. Perhaps, taking her cue from Petronella, she stuck two fingers up her cunt and then sucked them. That was the winning stroke at $4,000 exactly.

We were ushered as a group back into the anti-room whilst, I learned, the winning pimps were paying for their conquests – an immediate card payment of course. Straight afterwards my buyer appeared with a much younger woman by her side. “I’m Julie and this is my daughter who will answer to Chris for me tonight. Follow me . I shall call you Cat.” My real name had been kept secret. Julie came very close to actually what it was.”

She led to a second large room where there were the same five beds spread out along the walls each with an accompanying settee. There were hospital type curtains on rails which offered privacy to both pieces of furniture. “I have your first client ready and waiting. Time is money tonight. Whilst you are servicing him, Chris and I will be continuing to take bookings. The idea is to keep you very busy for the next four hours. I aim to get a return on my investment in you. Here,” she offered me some clean white panties, “slip into those. That’s what the first client wants.”

A big fat man was sitting ready on the settee naked from the waist down and nursing a humdinger of an erection. I was so relieved he hadn’t ideas of sticking that thing up my arse as he had paid for a straightforward blow job only. This was my very first time I was to suck a black man off, albeit very much a slob of one, and middle-aged to boot.

His upper half smelled of cooking fat. “A sleazy cafe owner,” flashed through my mind. His lower half was none to savoury either. What poor prostitutes have to endure! I set to work on him, sucking and licking his ball sac as a started. He moaned straight away. He had requested “no curtains” and so I quickly had a significant audience jeering and goading me on. Although I tried to put them out of my mind I was only too well aware they would have had an unrestricted view of my arse and my little button had it not have been for the white panties. Fatty deliberately gave me no warning he was about to come; he had made enough noise all the way through. This exhibitionism no doubt pleased Julie, as it likely attracted her new potential customers. There was nothing in our contract, between fatty and me, that I should swallow his spunk, but his first spurt caught me out, both in force and volume, and so I consumed quite an amount.

There were no thanks from him for a satisfactory experience. He pushed me away as if I was just a piece of garbage. Perhaps I was just that to his way of thinking?

Chris rushed over with wipes and freshened me up, and indicated I should take a sip of a drink which contained some sort of antiseptic. “Your next three bookings are all women,” she whispered to me. And I’m drawing the curtains. They have all opted for privacy.”

The first woman was fat and fifty and wanted me to rub my face in her womanhood and bring her to an orgasm – pure and simple. I was able to do that and she fulya escort too, tidied herself up without a word of thanks. The second woman was looking for much the same but was exceedingly nervous. I worked as best as I could on her but Julie called time before I was anywhere near getting her off.

So far the Twiglet had behaved himself; a measure of how erotic I was not finding the experience. The third lady was a lady in every sense of the word. She was about fifty, exceeding well dressed and spoke with an educated accent. She greeted me with a shy smile and offered to shake my hand. “Your name is Cat so they tell me?” She sat down; her choice was the bed.

“Yes,” I replied gently. “Cat is my name for tonight.”

“I understand. I’ve paid for a double session so there is no need for a tearing hurry.”

“That’s nice to know,” I replied. “What can I do for you?”

“My husband died quite recently and we made promises to each other. I said I would not go with another man. But you’re, sort of, not a man. But it’s a man’s lips and tongue I crave for. You’re not equipped to enter me and that makes it alright. I want you to eat my pussy and give it a good seeing to.”

I was charmed by her sophistication as well as the pathos hidden in her request. “I would be delighted to Madam,” I said gently. “Shall I kiss you on the lips for a start?”

“Would you please?” she said.

Twiglet shot out a small stream of infertile spunk. My client noticed and smiled. I kissed her gently on the lips and the action seemed to engage her starter motor. She was wearing a full length free flowing skirt especially for the occasion I guessed. She pulled it up revealing a perfectly manicured triangle of pubic hair as she wasn’t wearing panties. She had come well prepared. At first she smelled deliciously of perfume but she soon added the sweet and erotic scent of her natural perfume. She leaked to the point of gushing and I lapped up everything I was offered. She came in no time at all with an orgasm so powerful it all but took my breath away in a sort of admiration. Whatever she had paid for my services, quick as had been, she had had her money’s worth.

Eventually she started to collect herself together, gratitude written all over her face. The same expression could be said of mine too. “shhhh,” I whispered.”Don’t go until your time is up.”

She lay back down her head on a pillow. I pulled her dress back up to her waist and open her legs widely. I slowly ate her out, tonguing her expertly so as to try and give her a the maximum erotic experience I could find in my box of tricks. It was a toss-up as to whom was most joyful when the woman had a second orgasm, almost as powerful as the first.

At near ten o’clock Julie told me to take a break and offered me a large shot of bourbon. Chris worked on me as I sat on the edge of the bed. For the first time I became aware of how noisy the room was. People were everywhere, but especially where curtains were left open around a sofa or a bed. Some of the customers, especially those younger and those with the largest cocks, tended to revel in exhibitionism.

Julie accidently booked such a young man, who insisted on wanting an audience. When he undressed and showed me his main asset, expecting me to suck it for a warm-up before sinking it into my anus, I said a very firm “No”. I could have accommodated the tip and the first two inches at a push, and a push it would have been, but it thickened out alarmingly and was far too long. Julie came running to see why the man was making such a commotion over my refusal, but when she saw the size of him he was quickly offered his money back. As most of the girls were booked solid for the remainder of the evening he calmed down, settled for a part refund and a blow job. To his credit his jizz was very tasty and exceptionally profuse. I really enjoyed sucking him off. and we parted with laughs and smiles.

Two clients took me in the anus. I enjoyed both of them, although one young lad, he hardly looked over eighteen, was so excited he lasted no time at all. His parents, I believe, hovered outside the curtain and I had the impression that fucking me was his ‘coming of age’ present.

By the time of my last appointment, a half hour session, I was very tired and, for once in my life, not excited about having any more sex. Chris freshened me up for one last time and was sympathetic. “You’ve done really well Cat. Mom is very pleased with you?”

“Has she made a profit?”

“She sure has. She knew you would be a likely hit with women customers especially. She’ll be bidding for you again come the next auction day.”

“She might have a long wait for that,” I glowered at the young woman.

“One more to come. He looks a nice man, Cat.”

Chris was absolutely right. A tall man, about my age I would guess, appeared at the gap in the curtain and motioned me over to the bed. He was mid-black, if that makes sense, with ‘come love me’ eyes and a sensitive smile on his generous lips. He was wearing an extremely well-tailored fawn three-piece suit and highly polished brown leather shoes. Inside the waistcoat he was sporting a cream shirt with a pink tie speared with a pin in a riding crop design. His hair was short and curly and his smile a set of perfect ivories. My tired body offered me a little thrill of desire.

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Warning: This chapter features head swapping, shoe shopping, high-heel stomping, boob swapping, top dropping, melon making, revenge taking, hair cutting, sexy strutting, bikini wearing, boys staring, leg swiping, moral griping, tit jiggling, rampant giggling, ice creaming, villainous scheming, feminine wanting, promiscuous flaunting, mom wrangling, girl-dick dangling, timebomb ticking, and a whole bunch of other stuff that doesn’t even rhyme.

Girlfriend with Testing Device

– A Smutty Fanfiction, of Sorts –

= Part 18 — Hair Today, Boobs Tomorrow =

By Razmagurk

“So,” I asked. “Where to next?”

“Well, actually,” Elizabeth grinned, “I have something special I want to try…”

“Yeah?”

We were sitting on a bench out by that ridiculous looking dick fountain (don’t ask), staring at all the people bustling past. The device rested gently between Elizabeth’s dainty hands, ready for more action.

“Okay, you see those two stores over there?”

I nodded. She was pointing towards a pair of busy storefronts opposite us – a men’s sporting goods place and an equally busy lingerie shop that seemed to lean towards the racier side of things. I could feel myself getting a little excited as I eyed up all the hot guys moving about in the former, though the latter also had my heart pumping – they were having a sale. I chewed my lip a little in envy as I stared at all the pretty girls parading about inside.

“I want to try swapping them around,” she continued.

“Wait, like, the whole store?” I frowned. “Can you even do that?” I know there were probably dozens of important and meaningful things we could have used such power for, but deep inside all I could find myself wondering was whether or not we could use that to swap sales around from store to store, because if so, that was huge.

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “That’s why I want to find out. The more I use this thing the more I’m beginning to wonder. Evan, I don’t know if there’s any sort of limit on this power. What if… what if it doesn’t have any? What if I can swap whole countries with this thing? Or planets? Could you imagine?”

“I’d rather not.” I shuddered. “How would you even test that without causing widespread disaster?”

“I don’t know – that’s why we’ve got to start small – but just think of the possibilities!”

Elizabeth grinned to herself as she started fiddling with the device’s dials, trying to figure out some combination that worked for her. She looked like a kid playing with a Rubik’s cube.

I peered in at the two shops. Some of the boys were really cute, but I felt kind of bad for staring. At the end of the day I only really had eyes for Elizabeth. The girls though… uhg, I was so jealous. There was just something about a lingerie shop that was so inherently feminine. Don’t get me wrong, I love my tits and everything, but I was still stuck in this big bulky dude body. I sighed. Hell, even if I wasn’t, even if we used the device to give me my dream body, they’d still see me as a guy – an outsider. God, I wouldn’t even know how to act.

I shook my head. I didn’t want to dwell on these thoughts. I looked down at the device. Maybe… maybe it was time.

“Baby…” I began, “do you think you can -”

Before I could finish though, Elizabeth let out an irritated growl and all but slammed the device down in frustration. I silently gave thanks that she hadn’t thrown it – she had a history of breaking video game controllers.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I can’t get this stupid thing to work right!” She gestured with an exasperated hand to the device’s innocuous seeming set of controls. “Nothing I set it to will do what I want it to do!”

“How can you tell?” I furrowed my brow as I glanced over at the unlabeled dials and buttons. “Surely some combination will work.”

“No, the closest I can get is… well, here, look.”

I reached out and touched the device with my index finger while she made the final adjustments and fired.

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“Holy shit.” I blinked. All the cute guys who were in the sporting goods store one moment were now all next door perusing the lingerie. The few that had been trying on running shoes when the swap happened were now trying on towering heels and fuck-me pumps, trying their best to walk and jog in them. One of the guys who had been contemplating a set of weights was now contemplating a set of massage oils. In the back a total beefcake had just stepped out of the changing room in a lacey little nighty and was doing strongman poses in front of the mirror.

Likewise, all the girls were now crowding out the sport store. They seemed at least to be having an easier time walking in the running shoes then they would in the high heels, but the way they were strutting carefully in them made me think they didn’t notice a difference. A tiny twig of a girl was staring longingly at a set of dumbbells that easily weighed more than she did. A girl in the back had bayrampaşa escort stepped out of the changeroom topless save for a jockstrap and was now posing flirtatiously in front of the mirror.

“What are you talking about? You did it!”

“Hardly. Watch.”

A beefy figure strode towards the sport store, his muscles practically rippling under his tight clothes. He stepped inside and all the girls stopped what they were doing and stared at him, moving out of their way to give him space as he began to browse the store’s selection of protein powder.

“I don’t get it,” I asked, “what’s happening?”

“Okay, so, I swapped the clientele of the two stores around, right? Positions and everything, but it wasn’t the stores that I was swapping, it was the individual people inside. I swapped around the stores in their minds, but not in reality. So all those dudebros think that they’re kitting out to hit the gym when they’re buying nighties or whatever, and all those girls think they’re gonna have a nice romantic evening with their boyfriends after buying that home gym equipment, but the stores themselves are unchanged. That guy who walked in just now wasn’t part of the swap, so he, and anyone else who arrives late for the party are still going to think its a sports store.”

“Wait,” I giggled, “so all those women – including the girls who work there – they all still think they’re working in a lingerie store?”

Sure enough, as soon as the beefy dude tried to ask one of the sales assistants for help, several of the girls nearby began grinning and giggling.

“Okay” Elizabeth laughed. “so maybe I made the sales clerk jobs a bit more interesting. They’re probably going to be super confused from now on as to why their lingerie store now seems to cater exclusively to men. Okay, not quite what I wanted, but still totally worth it to see. I wonder if I got any of the people in charge? Like, if the store’s management is different now, does that mean they’ll start stocking the other kind of inventory?”

“You know what this reminds me of?” I asked, my eyes focused on the jocks walking around in heels.

“What’s that?”

“I think I need new shoes.”

“Don’t you always?” she jabbed.

“Well, yeah,” I giggled, “but I need new running shoes specifically. Like, I got flats and stuff the other day, but I’ve got a basketball game tomorrow that I completely forgot about and my current pair of runners isn’t really going to fit.”

“I’m guessing this store here is out of the question?” Elizabeth gestured to the recently swapped athletics store.

“They’d probably try to sell me high heels or something.”

“Oh my god.” Elizabeth laughed. “Could you imagine you running around playing basketball in those things?”

I shook my head. It would be hard enough to walk quickly in them, let alone run or jump.

“Okay, so which store are we going to then?”

“Well,” I bounced in excitement as we rose to our feet, “there’s a few nearby, but the one I think is probably the best is just around the corner here.”

I pointed, then did a double take. Rounding the hallway was the father that Elizabeth had swapped around shortly after we’d arrived, the one with the two daughters. He was trudging down the thoroughfare now wearing a two-sizes too small pink tutu, his hair done up in pigtails as his little girls – each holding a bag of candy as they argued with each other – dragged him into a kids clothing store.

“You uh,” I scratched my head in confusion. “You remembered to swap them back, right?”

“Uh, yeah.” Elizabeth said, failing to suppress a grin, “of course I did. Why, what are you seeing?”

“Nothing.” I shook my head. “It’s nothing.”

The shoe store I’d picked out was pretty basic. It had a handful of fancier stuff but most of its selection was your everyday fair. That was fine. I was just looking for something I could move and run around in, and the prices here were definitely right.

The place wasn’t empty, but it wasn’t amazingly busy either. There were two other couples there. One consisted of a curvy brunette and a tall broad-shouldered hunk who kept trying and failing to keep his eyes off her ass as she pranced around in her miniskirt trying on various heels. The other was a more nerdish looking pair who I bet were probably both on the swim team or something – they both had that kind of lean athletic otter body and I bet the guy would actually have looked rather handsome if it weren’t for the horribly thick glasses he wore.

Elizabeth sat down while I started patrolling the shelves. The last time I’d been shoe shopping I’d been seriously handicapped by the fact that I didn’t know my new shoe size. This time the biggest challenge was staying focused. We’d spent forever shoe shopping the other day — which was great, don’t get me wrong — but today I had to make a conscious effort to steer myself away from all the sexy little sale items they had on display. I was sefaköy escort here for running shoes and nothing else.

Zzzzttttt

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Wait, wait, wait. Was that what I thought it was?

I looked over at Elizabeth, who smiled innocently. I raised an eyebrow as I started to look around, but nothing seemed out of place.

The beefy looking jock was still prancing around in his 3-inch heels, his chest jiggling and his slender arms raised daintily to his sides as he showed off his ample legs for his boyfriend, whose glasses were beginning to steam up from the occasional flash of thong the jock was giving him. Well – I bit my lip – I couldn’t really blame him. It was an amazing ass, and those heels really did a number to help show it off.

Reluctantly, I tore my eyes away from the boys. The brunette girl had just put on a pair of hiking shoes and was stomping around in them trying to get a feel for the fit while the swimmer girl looked on supportively. I don’t know what it was specifically, but she must have liked what she saw, because she was shifting uncomfortably to hide her erection.

I shrugged. I could have sworn I’d heard the device go off, but I guess I must have been imagining things. Elizabeth almost losing it the other day had me totally paranoid.

I returned with my picks and plopped down next to Elizabeth. I giggled to myself a little as I set them all down. It had been tricky carrying the big stack of shoe boxes without my tits knocking them over.

It looked like Elizabeth had been doing some browsing as well – she’d somehow found this amazingly slutty pair of hot pink stiletto heels. I chewed on my lip as I leaned over to look at them. Oh my god, they were in my size. Wait, did Elizabeth and I share a shoe size? How had I never noticed that?

“These feel pretty good.” I said, bouncing around in a cute pair of purple runners. They weren’t as flashy as I’d like, but there’s only so much you can do when it comes to running shoes.

“That’s great!” Elizabeth said, finally deciding to try on the stilettos she’d picked out. I giggled. There was no way she was going to be able to walk in those – they looked like they barely fit her. She tried to stand, holding one hand out for balance while the other was behind her back, but it just wasn’t happening.

Zzzzttttt

“Oh well,” she said, falling back on the bench with a smile. “I guess it wasn’t meant to be.”

“Are you sure? I mean I bet we can find a pair that fit.”

“Pretty sure,” she said, undoing her purple laces. Besides, it was just a passing fancy, we’re mostly here for your running shoes, aren’t we?” she looked down at my shoes and grinned. “You’re sure those are the ones you want?”

“Oh yeah,” I smiled and went for a jump, but it came across more like a little hop. I teetered back a little as I tried to reassert my balance on the thin pink points of the heels. “These’ll be great. Perfect for playing basketball in.”

“Fantastic,” Elizabeth said, grinning all the harder. “I can’t wait to see it.”

The two other couples were just leaving as we got up to pay. The jock was practically skipping as he and his boyfriend left, holding hands. The girls had their arms wrapped around each other’s waists. They were very cute together. I couldn’t quite be sure but I thought I caught the brunette whispering to the swimmer about how they needed to buy condoms. Whatever it was, it was enough to make the swimmer girl’s erection return.

I chewed my lip as I watched them go. I supposed there wasn’t much point in putting it off any longer.

“Baby… I…” I tapped my fingers together meekly as I tried to figure out how to phrase this.

“Huh?” Elizabeth’s gaze was also locked on the departing couple.

“Baby,” I blurted it out. “I want you to use the device on me.”

A long slow smile spread across her face. She turned to look at me delighted, then frowned guiltily as she caught my eye and looked away.

“You want me to what?”

“I mean, I know you’d never do anything like that without my permission or anything… and I know, I know, it’s super hypocritical of me because I keep telling you not to just… steal body parts off of people. It’s immoral and it’s wrong and oh my god, never mind. Its fine. Forget I said anything.

“No no…” she put a hand on my shoulder “tell me what you were going to say.”

“I-” I slouched. I wanted so badly just to melt into her, but I was too nervous. “I was going to say I want you to use the device on me. I want to be… more uh… sexy.” I cupped my tits by way of example. “You know what I’m saying?”

“Evan,” she smirked, “you’re the sexiest boy I’ve ever met.”

“Aw, thank you baby. But That’s exactly part of the problem isn’t it?” I sighed “I don’t want to be a sexy guy.”

Elizabeth’s focus though was already miles away, scoping out targets while she played with the device’s dials. eyüp escort

“Okay Evan, you wanna be hot? I’ve got you covered.” she plopped down on the bench and gestured for me to join her. “I call this, ‘Operation Perfect Boyfriend’. I know just where to start.”

“You do?”

“Tit bounciness!”

If I’d been holding a drink I’d have done a spit take. I had to settle instead for a series of sputtered coughs.

“Look,” She laughed, “I know it seems like a minor thing, but bouncier, jigglier tits are inherently sexier. Trust me. I’ve given a lot of thought on the matter. Besides, I know how much you like your tits, don’t even try to hide it.”

“This isn’t really what I had in mind…” I frowned. “Besides, your right – I do like these tits. I don’t want to swap them out.”

“No no no,” she waved a hand dismissively. “We don’t have to get rid of them. I just want to fiddle around with their properties a bit. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I was thinking maybe something a little more like – ”

“And there,” Elizabeth pointed to a teenage girl with tits so naturally high that she probably didn’t even need a bra. “is the perfect candidate!”

I looked at the expression on Elizabeth’s face. She was so excited. I didn’t want to ruin that. I gave a weak smile as I put my hand on the device.

Zzzzttttt

Whoah.

Half on instinct, I lurched forward to try to grab my boobs. If I’d have been wearing a bra, I’d have said it felt like it had just snapped and everything was flying free, but no, this was just all the weight on my chest completely rearranging itself.

“Oh my god.” I laughed, bouncing the cleavage clenched in my arms, “This is crazy.”

“Come on, stand up, lets see it.”

Carefully I rose to my feet, cool air blowing over my almost naked ass. My top was having a hard time containing the sheer bounciness as I tried to lower my arms. It was like each of my boobs had a mind of its own and they were both very opinionated about which way they wanted to go.

“Oh wow.” Elizabeth stared hungrily at my jiggling mass of cleavage. “Here, bounce up and down.”

I did my best, but it was kind of tricky in my heels. I blushed a little as the idea of doing something so sexy in public started to turn me on a little, especially given the slutty outfit I was wearing. I did my best to adjust my top so that my hardening nipples wouldn’t pop out of the thin white cups.

“I don’t know about this.” I said, carefully lowering my arms and swinging my torso back and forth. Each sway almost sent me bowling over by my own weight. Moving now was tricky – these things kept going long after I stopped. I didn’t know if I really liked this, to be honest. Sure, it was fun and kind of sexy, but all I could think about was how painful these things would be at the end of the day.

Still, there was something about it that I couldn’t help but love — something feminine and silly. Hadn’t I always been jealous of girls with boobs like this?

“Elizabeth?”

“Huh?” Elizabeth’s eyes reluctantly snapped away from my boobs. “Oh, right. So, now that we’ve got them all jiggly, I figure it would be a lot of fun to get them all perky too. Not that they sag or anything now, but that would really just make them perfect, you know?”

“Perkier? Elizabeth, I don’t know about this…”

She wasn’t hearing any of it though. She held out the device. I touched it.

Zzzzttttt

There was a shift in weight and then… Snap.

Suddenly my tits were swaying freely away from me, almost bowling me over as they swayed back and forth. Shit, this time they really had broken free. I blushed as I failed spectacularly to get the heaving things under control. They kept bouncing in ways I couldn’t predict though, slipping through my soft masculine arms time and time again, and each time I felt like I was only making it worse.

“Oh my god.” I cried out “Too much! Too much!”

My top landed gently on the floor as I wrestled my feminine orbs into submission.

Finally, I managed to cup them in my arms. My boobs kept wanting to push up against me as I did my best to try and keep them down. Jesus, it was like they were being held up with elastics or something. They wanted to fly high and free, like I had some kind of naturally occurring push up bra on. Shit, my nipples alone were now practically pointing straight up. I could poke an eye out with these things if I wasn’t careful.

Elizabeth laughed as I struggled to keep my tits covered while also bending down to grab my thin, stringy top. Easier said than done. Keeping these tits at bay was a two hand job.

“Sorry, sorry!” she said, still laughing, “let me turn those back.”

Zzzzttttt

Zzzzttttt

Somewhere in the distance I thought I heard a girl cry out in sudden alarm.

I breathed a sigh of relief as my tits returned to normal. Still jiggling and bounded tall and proud in front of me, they were back once more back to their physics-defying normal.

Elizabeth was still almost doubled over with laughter by the time I managed to get my enormous bouncing melons back into the thin white cups that were my top. Despite the fact though that my top seemed to almost rest on top of my tits instead of containing them, it was all the effort I could manage to keep them from spilling up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I giggled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Raquel? Who is Raquel?” I asked.

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

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door.

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

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

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

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

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

“Dancing?”

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

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

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

But, that is not what happened.

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

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

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

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

Roberto and I were both tipsy.

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

Oh shit! – I thought, what to do?

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

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

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

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

I had to pull away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Roberto kissed my hands and continued apologizing.

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

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

THE NEXT MORNING:

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

Ah, this felt so good!

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

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

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

“Well, okay.” I said.

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

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

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

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

I felt my cock stiffening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I actually told him – “Thanks!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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‘So how was it, sweetie,’ Hamish asked me as I opened the door. I was still shivering with desire from licking up my wife’s lover’s cum off her huge, oiled tits in ‘their’ bedroom downstairs (actually my marital bed)..

I felt a sudden wave of emotion, after being so overcome with desire to watch my wife’s lover come all over her. I had helped him by pushing my wife’s massive, oiled tits together.

What had happened to me? I felt vulnerable, lost, and was suddenly desperate to show Hamish that I was his sissy, eager to serve.

I crawled over to him, looking as slutty and vixen-like as I could, and took his semi-flaccid organ in my mouth and started sucking, feeling grateful to be able to serve this real, manly man.

‘You’re so sweet, Chloe,’ chuckled Hamish, as I felt his dick growing in my mouth, bigger even than my wife’s lover’s. I cupped his big, hairy balls gently.

‘But tell me, darling, how was it watching Pablo with your wife?’

Reluctantly, I stopped sucking on his huge cock and panted, ‘Humiliating… but when Pablo was fucking my wife’s tits, I just wanted to make it good for him.’

‘That’s because you’re a sweet, little sissy,’ said Hamish. ‘You’re almost too perfect really.’

I burrowed between Hamish’s thighs and started licking his big, hairy balls, as he moaned quietly. All I wanted was to make this man love me. His cock was standing proud, and I started licking its full length, pushing my blonde wig out of my face, and taking his rock-hard cock-head into my lipsticked mouth.

‘Thank you, Hamish,’ I said, looking at my bearded, muscular lover across his hairy chest. In a small voice, I said, ‘I just want to be the perfect sissy wife for you.’

Hamish gestured me to come up and straddle him, and I pulled my silk panties down, and straddled his chest with my hairless legs, still wearing my satin maid outfit. I knew çapa escort what a good sissy wife would do, and I rubbed my hands across my sissy entrance, still lubed with the oil from Pablo fucking my wife’s tits in front of me.

Hamish’s strong, hairy hands positioned me, and I felt his hot, stiff prong at my entrance.

‘Now, sissy Chloe,’ said Hamish. ‘Would you really want to be a sissy wife? I’m not a sissy like you. I will never suck you off or even wank your cock. But I’ll make love to you like no one ever has.

‘All your pleasure will come from my big cock – sucking it whenever I want, and pushing it deep into that lovely sissy cunt of yours. Could you live like that?’

‘Oh Hamish, yes,’ I squealed, as I felt the tip of his rock-hard penis at my entrance. My own cock was harder than it had ever been in my life, concealed under the satin and frills of my maid’s outfit.

‘Well I think we need to do one more thing with you, sissy Chloe,’ Hamish said. ‘One more thing to help you get over this delusion that you’re a man. Then, if you want, you can come and stay with me for a little while – as a woman, full time. You’ll wear women’s clothes everywhere: in my house, outside, and, of course, in bed.’

He was so commanding, so manly, so unlike me. I felt this melting, delicious weakness, this overwhelming desire to be this man’s sissy, and cheekily pushed my bottom back against his hardness. I put on a coquettish voice and said, ‘So what do I need to do?’

Hamish said, ‘Go downstairs and invite Lucy and Pablo up here, show them who you really are. Accept that you are a sissy, and show your wife and her lover who you are.’

I felt this chill of fear at the idea of letting go. That Lucy’s manly lover would move into my bed, giving my wife the orgasms that I never could. That I would leave here, dressed zeytinburnu escort as a woman, and spend my nights being shafted by a man. That I would go out dressed as a woman, with my man, and people would see me, a sissy. A man’s sissy wife.

But my hardness told a different story. I rubbed my hands in Hamish’s chest hairs and whispered, ‘I’ll do it to be your sissy wife, Hamish.’

Everything felt slightly unreal as I knocked on Lucy’s door, the door of my own bedroom. She said, ‘Come in,’ and I saw them both still entangled on the bed, with one of Pablo’s hands cupping one of Lucy’s enormous boobs.

Lucy had a dreamy look on her face, the look of a woman lost in sensual pleasure. A look she had never had in all our years of marriage.

‘Er,’ I stuttered, ‘Hamish wants you to come upstairs, and watch him, er…’

‘Put his dick in your ass?’ Pablo laughed. Lucy shot him a warning look.

‘Yes I suppose so,’ I said, shuffling about in my sissy maid’s outfit. ‘He would love you to watch.’

Pablo muttered something about ‘gay shit’, but then said, ‘You’re such a sissy girl it’ll be hot. Let’s watch them darling.’ I watched his hands squeeze Lucy’s enormous tits and she rubbed languidly against him.

‘If you’re sure, darling,’ she said to me, ‘I know you like Hamish…’

For a second, I felt utterly humiliated. Why was I letting this man paw my wife? Why was I inviting my wife to watch me being fucked like a girl… along with her lover? But in a small voice, I said ‘Yes, I want you to watch.’

The two of them giggled together on the way up the stairs. When we arrived, Hamish opened the door, once more in his jeans and shirt, and said, ‘Come in, come in.’

Lucy and Pablo sat together on a chair in the corner, both in dressing gowns. I saw Pablo’s hands fondling her huge, merter escort heavy boobs, and she turned to him and kissed him hungrily.

Hamish said, ‘This is a test for sissy Chloe. We need to help her through it,’ and gestured to the floor, without breaking eye contact with Lucy and Pablo.

I shivered with humiliation as I knelt in front of him in my maid outfit, and began fiddling with his fly.

‘Look how much she wants my cock,’ Hamish said to Lucy and Pablo. Pablo laughed derisively. I pulled out Hamish’s cock and began licking it, looking up at my man with lust.

Lucy said in amazement, ‘She loves it, doesn’t she?’

‘Oh this is just the beginning of her talents,’ chuckled Hamish. ‘Come on, sweet sissy Chloe, up on the bed.’

I crawled up onto the edge of the bed, pulling my sissy maid’s skirt out of the way and presenting my arse. I had never felt so vulnerable.

When I heard Lucy and Pablo giggling together, I felt utterly ashamed. But then I felt Hamish’s strong hands on either side of my bum and he purred, ‘Darling Chloe…’ and I almost melted with desire.

I forgot all about my wife and her lover watching, as I felt Hamish’s huge tool prodding at me. There was a twinge of pain, but then this delicious fullness as he slid his length into me. ‘It’s so deep,’ I whispered. ‘Shhh my sissy girl,’ said Hamish.

Soon he was shafting me energetically, and I raised my head enough to see that Lucy and Pablo had stopped laughing, and were watching, transfixed as my muscular lover pounded into me. Pablo had developed an erection. All my shame and shyness seemed to melt and I heard myself squealing, ‘Oh Hamish, Hamish, Hamish.’

I heard Pablo say, ‘She is hot this little sissy bitch.’

Suddenly I felt come spraying out of my cock onto the bed, as Hamish pounded and pounded into me.

Lucy said, ‘Oh my god, she came from you fucking her Hamish, I can’t believe it.’

Hamish’s rhythm slowed as he masterfully fucked me, and I knew he was going to come inside me. I said, ‘Yes Hamish, please make me your sissy wife. I want to be your sissy wife!’

As he slowed down, spurting hot seed deep inside me, he growled, ‘Yes, Chloe, I want you to be mine.’

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** Note: This story is purely fictional. All characters and actions they perform are fictional as well.

Also, this is a slightly longer chapter. The reason why is because it’s leading up to a rather intense scene in the next one that could qualify for several different categories, but I’ll leave it in this one so it’s easy to find.

**

I woke up in my own bed, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before making my way to my bathroom to get ready for the day like I normally did. Quick shower, shave my legs and face, brush my teeth, get dressed (if you could call it that), and started walking down the hall towards the master bedroom, yawning most of the way. The door creaked open as I quietly slipped inside, trying not to wake Mike.

Obviously I was out of it, because when I got into his bed and reached for him, I found my hand stuck in a pillow. It took me a second to realize he’d stuffed his bed to make it look like someone was there. Throwing the sheets off of me, I shuffled my way out of the room and down the hallway in my slippers and a skimpy nightie.

“THAT’S what you’re wearing to shop in?” Mike said as I walked into the dining room.

I gazed around confused, “Huh? Why are you up already? And why did you stuff pillows in the bed?”

“I decided to make breakfast,” He motioned towards the table. There was a bowl of cut up fruit, a box of cereal, and milk. Not much in terms for breakfast, but then again he didn’t cook like I did.

“Thank you,” I said, taking my seat across from him. “Wait, shop? I did the grocery shopping yesterday.”

“You can be quite dense sometimes. Or forgetful. One of the two.” He shook his head and picked up the paper. “Birthday. Ringing any bells?”

“Why do I keep forgetting? I thought I was in the wrong condo when I saw food on the table that I hadn’t prepared.”

“Glad to know I’m appreciated around here,” he said under his breath.

“Oh come on, you know what I meant. It’s just unexpected! You do more than enough for me around here.” I winked when he bent the paper down to look at me.

“You just like me for my body,” he teased.

“That’s my line, mister,” I said as I got up from the table with my bowl and walked over to grab his so I could put them in the sink. “You know I’m right,” I said as I slowly turned around in circles next to him. The paper folded down again so he could look at me.

“Ehh… Yeah, I keep you around for that sexy butt of yours.” He pinched my behind through the nightie, as I headed off into the kitchen, giggling.

“Seriously though, you need to go put something on and do your hair up because I want to leave sometime this century. You’re the one that has to go to all these different shops. You realize one of them his halfway across the city, right?” Mike said as I came back for the milk.

“It’s not socially acceptable to walk around hanging off your arm while wearing this?” I replied sarcastically.

“Sometime this century, please?” he said again, going back to his paper.

I went back into my room to get dressed for a second time. The nightie I had been wearing was folded and put back in its place in my dresser before I sorted through what ‘regular’ clothing I had left. I decided on a pair of tight, low-cut jeans and a white tank top. It was about all I had in terms of feminine clothes, though hopefully not for long. I considered not wearing any panties but since I was going to be trying clothes on all day, I pulled a white thong up around my waist. It was shaped to look like a large butterfly (or small butterfly rather, since the crotch of the panties was quite meager) in the front. They were one of the first things I’d taken from my sister.

I put a simple white bra on. The bra was only an A-cup, but it was padded to make me appear more like a B. It was nice that Mike enjoyed more petite breasts, but I wanted to make myself look a bit more shapely up top since I was going out into public with him. I put the rest of my normal clothes on and went to the mirror in my bathroom to fix my hair.

Over the past several months, I had let my hair grow longer, until it had come down to about the length of my chin. It was just short enough that I could pass it off well enough when I had to go into the office or visit my family. No one seemed to notice it as being odd or anything, which made my life a lot easier. When I wanted to though, I could do it up in this nice, tousled look that most women wished they had. It looked good with my dark brown hair that I’d streaked with red highlights. I sprayed my hair after I was done to help it keep its shape as I took clothes on and off during my shopping.

The hairspray made me cough. I could never understand why most hairsprays smelled horrid, and this one was no different. I stuck my tongue out in disgust and decided to mask it with a light perfume I wore occasionally. Mike always said he loved the way it made me smell.

“I’m ready, and it’s still the twenty-first century!” I yelled down the hall as I grabbed my phone ataköy escort and keys off of the table by my door and set them in my bag that I put on my shoulder. It was small and unassuming. Large purses just bothered me. Not to mention they looked like suitcases, in my opinion.

“Yeah well, it’s still getting late. We better get going.” He was already standing in the door way holding it open, waiting for me to go past him.

**

“Should I try the red one on first, or the blue?” I asked from inside the dressing room.

“It doesn’t matter, you’re going to try both on either way,” Mike said, his face buried in his hands. “Remind me not to do this again.”

“Hey, bud, you offered to do this for my birthday. Remember? All you,” I said, pulling a nice summer dress on. It had pretty red chrysanthemums printed on it. The other dress hanging on the door had some blue-ish lavender flowers on it that I didn’t recognized. The color was beautiful, and would match my ocean colored eyes well, so I had grabbed it to before dragging Mike back to a bench designed for suffering men to sit on.

I stepped out and twirled in front of him before asking him what he thought. “It’s alright I guess, I liked the blue one more.” Mike muttered. I sighed loudly before heading back in to change.

“You could have said that before I put the red one on you know.” I hung the dress up on the hook and grabbed the one with the blue flowers. The fabric was softer on my skin than the previous one, not to mention it was shorter.

“You still would have tried it on,” he said in an annoyed tone.

I came out again and twirled for him, hoping the dress would gain his approval. “Better,” was all he said. I put my hands to my sides and stomped my foot. “What? I just figured you’d be trying on sexier dresses. Don’t get mad at me; I’m the one paying for all this stuff, anyway. At least that dress is shorter than the other ones.

“Good, ’cause I want this one,” I said from inside the changing room. After putting my bra and top back on, I pulled up these nice khaki capris pants that I’d bought earlier in the day. I carefully hung the blue dress back on its hanger and dragged Mike to the cash register of the fourth store we’d been too. He begrudgingly handed the women behind the register his card before turning around and leaning against the counter.

“Don’t mind him,” I said to the woman who smiled at me as she placed my new dress in a bag. “He CHOSE to go shopping with me.” We both laughed and Mike started heading for the door.

“Don’t remind me,” he sighed as I caught up.

“No worries,” I said as I walked next to him. “We get to do the exciting stuff now.”

“Exciting stuff? Shoes again? You already got three pairs.” He put his hands in his pockets. I put my arm around his as he said, “Why the hell do heels cost so much?”

“Oh stop it,” I said, slapping his arm.

“You aren’t the one who’s spent like, five hundred dollars in the past three hours.”

“But, I’m worth it right?” I asked, trying to sound innocent. “Plus, the next place has this cute little cocktail dress.” I emphasized the ‘little’ part.

“Well, we’re definitely getting warmer then.”

Mike drove us to my next destination and found a parking garage close by. It was one of those underground ones, that always seemed dark no matter how much lighting they put in. They just felt eerie. I found my self clutching Mike’s arm and holding myself next to him closely as we walked back up to the street. He felt safe.

We walked into the clothing store and headed up to the second floor, which was the women’s section. I quickly explained to a nearby clerk what I was looking for, and she led me to it as I dragged a more reluctant man behind me. The clerk left after showing me to the section where the dresses that I was looking for were. As I searched for it, Mike looked through the dresses too, pointing out recommendations he liked.

“You can pick one and I’ll try it on for you, but that’s it,” I said, shaking my finger. “Here we go.” I’d found the dress I was looking for. It was a sleeveless black cocktail dress. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d said it was little. Personally, I thought it qualified more as a miniskirt, but it had been advertised as a cocktail dress. It was open in the back, revealing down to the small of the back where it folded several times, giving it the impression it had fallen down. The front was a bit more modest, though, it revealed a good bit of neckline, but it wasn’t meant to show off a bust.

“I only get to pick one? What about two?” He started begging. I shook my head in my hand. Figures I bring him to this section and he’s the one that wants to keep picking out things.

“Only one. You can buy me another one later.” I grabbed two of the same dress. ‘Ha, I’m actually buying myself a little black dress,’ I mused whimsically to myself.

“I’m not sure if I should try a size two or just go with the three. The two looks like şirinevler escort it might be a bit tight. I’ll just try them both I guess.” I was talking to myself out loud. Mike overheard me as he walked over carrying another dress.

“Just put on the two, it will show you off better,” he whispered behind me, pulling my hair to the side and nibbling at my ear. I responded by pushing him back and grabbing the dress out of his hands.

“Hope this is your choice, ’cause this your pick that I’m putting on,” I said, heading towards the dressing room. This time, I didn’t have to drag him. He followed me eagerly.

Once inside I started undressing myself. After I pulled my tank and jeans off, I folded them and set them in the chair behind me. As I unclasped my bra, I realized the only hook in the room was on the door where I had placed the the dresses. In all of the other stores, I had been putting my underwear on one of the spare hooks. I just shrugged as I hung them over the wall separating my room from the one next to it.

“I’m putting mine on first,” I said loudly, making sure Mike heard me.

“Hey, Mike!” The voice sounded familiar. It was coming from outside of the dressing room where Mike was sitting. I continued getting dressed.

“Oh uh. Hey, Jessica.” He said her name loudly. “What are you doing here?”

All I really heard was ‘Jessica.’ I started panicking. ‘Oh shit!’ I sat down on my clothes and pulled my legs up, hoping she wouldn’t notice anyone in the stall just a few feet away from her. I hadn’t even thought about what I’d do if I ran into anyone that knew me, and here was my sister, talking to Mike.

“I could ask you the same…” She said, looking at him strangely. “You realize this is the women’s dressing room, right?”

“Ha, oops. I get lost in big stores like this.” He was trying to get himself out of the awkward situation. Failing miserably at it, too.

“Right… Hey I heard about you and Rachel. You get over it yet?”

“Yeah, I guess. I have been occupying myself with other things.” That was for sure.

“Ah. You could have called me you know. I would have gladly helped you get over her.” That slut! Had she seriously just said that?

Mike coughed, “Uh, thanks but, I think Alex would be pretty damn pissed about that.” I was pissed already!

“Probably would be,” She chirped. “You waiting for someone? I heard someone talking in the dressing room but the other stall is empty.”

She had gotten Mike. His earlier excuse was pretty pathetic. “Oh right, yeah. Just a friend of mine. She asked me for her opinion on something,” He said nervously trying to cover for himself.

“Well, that’s nice of you.” I heard her make her way into the other stall. Jessica shut the door hard and she started getting undressed. Great. My sister was getting naked right next to me and here I was, wearing a dress. I prayed she had lots of things to try on so I could get out before she finished. Or maybe I could wait long enough for her to leave? No, that wouldn’t work, Mike had told her he was helping his friend who was trying on clothes.

I had started getting out of the dress before I came to a horrifying realization. My bra and panties had fallen into her stall when she slammed the door. What could I do? She would notice any second. I couldn’t just run off. It would raise suspicions on her part, leaving without my underwear, and I doubted I could get dressed fast enough. And if I left wearing the dress, one of the clerks would stop me from walking off wearing their merchandise. I pulled the dress up.

“Oh, oops. You dropped something over here,” I cringed when she said that. She wasn’t speaking very loudly, and I doubted Mike could hear. “Oh hey! I used to have panties like these. I really liked them, but they disappeared.”

‘Shit, shit, shit!’ I kept saying to myself. Adrenaline was coursing through me from the panic.

“Yeah, I never found out where they walked off to. I think my brother stole them. Here.” I saw her hand holding them over the wall for me.

“Boys will be boys.” I forced myself to laugh, and it came out terrible. I snatched MY undergarments from her grasp.

“Still, that’s weird,” She said as I heard her putting clothes on. “So you know that guy out there?”

‘Be cool, she doesn’t suspect anything yet.’ “Oh, uh, yeah. He’s a good friend of mine.” I felt my voice shaking. Nerves were making it hard to focus on not letting my natural voice come through.

“Lucky. He’s such a hunk! Have you two ever…?” She trailed off, trying not to giggle. I didn’t know what to do. The urge to run kept forcing out any other thoughts.

“No. No.” I lied to her.

“I bet he’s great in the sack.” This was my own sister! My little sister! Well, not really little anymore. She was eighteen, but that didn’t matter! “Hey, does this look good on me?”

“Huh?” I said.

Oh. Fuck.

Everything felt like it was going slow. I spun around and saw the bahçeşehir escort knob on the stall door slowly turning and begin to open. I froze like a deer in headlights. My legs wouldn’t move even though I screamed for them to run. Anywhere. I had to get out. Jessica stepped into the stall with her back to me, shutting the door lightly this time. My eyes widened in fear when she turned around.

She looked at me, confused, like she couldn’t place me. I was pleading with God to not let her recognize me. My eyes looked away from her, as if she couldn’t see me if I didn’t see her.

“You… YOU!” she hissed under her breath. “I knew something was up! What. The FUCK?!” I was so busted. That was it. My life was completely over.

“Look at you! Dammit, I just knew it had to be you who stole my things!” I was breaking apart inside. She’d tell my parents. They would disown me. People would talk.

“I… uh… I…” I couldn’t get anything out. My mind couldn’t even piece together a pointless excuse.

“My own brother. Right in front of me wearing a dress!” I heard her start laughing. It felt so… belittling. I looked down, but all I saw was her body in a pink and black miniskirt. To say it was revealing was an understatement. I tried not to, but the dress forced my eyes to her large breasts. The skirt was completely open down past her belly button, and the only thing keeping her tits from coming out was the thin piece of fabric holding the sides of the dress together under her bust line. Her tits were still very exposed. She looked like some slut that belonged in a club grinding against all sorts of guys in rhythm to the music.

I closed my eyes, shutting the image out of my mind, but I just came back to the thoughts about how my life was all over. Tears started forming in my eyes as I fought the urge to break down.

“Hahaha, aww, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” Her hands reached up to my face and wiped the tears out of my eyes. I braced myself for more ridicules. She put her hands around me and embraced me. I didn’t know what she planned to do to me next. “Don’t cry, you’re alright.”

“What?” I said, sniffling. What was going on?

“If I didn’t know your face so well, I would have thought you were pretty sexy looking in that dress, if I do say so myself. Too bad you don’t have much to fill out the rest of it,” she laughed a bit as she leaned back and shook her tits a bit. I wasn’t laughing.

“Don’t mock me, I know what you’re doing.” I responded, bitterly.

“I don’t think you do. You think I’m going to tell everyone that you dress up in girly things, right?” My eyes glared at her. Of course that’s what she was going to do. My little sister always loved getting me in trouble and there probably wasn’t anything worse than what she’d just discovered.

“Just knock it off and get a hold of yourself,” she snapped. “I’m not going to do that, not to my own brother… er sister?”

“Don’t mess around, it’s not funny,” I said, trying not to start crying again.

“I’m not! Look, here, I’ll prove it. I slept with Meredith.” She sounded serious.

“Meredith? Your best friend?” It was shocking news.

“Yeah, see? We all have secrets. Now you have something you could tell Mom and Dad, too. Please, don’t though. Dad would be quite upset if he found out his little girl wasn’t such a goody-goody.”

“I’ve known that since you were fifteen,” I said, trying not to smile. It seemed things might be okay after all.

“Oh really now? Well, no surprise you went snooping in my closet and found something years ago. I just can’t believe you stole my lingerie!”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “I can buy you new things. I have more than enough money.”

“No, it’s alright. Though I am upset that you stole my favorite panties. What all did you take out of my closet?” That made me feel guilty. Not only had I messed with her things, I’d taken her favorite thong without even thinking twice.

“I only took a few things,” I told her about the garter belt and other things, but not what I had used them for.

“Oh, I didn’t even notice. But these I sure did.” She held up the white, butterfly shaped thong.

“You can have them back if you want. Oh, and I also…” I stopped myself. ‘Stop digging the hole deeper!’ my mind yelled .

“You also what?” She waited for a response, putting the panties back.

“I also, umm.” I didn’t want to say it. “I used some of your… things.”

“Some of my things? What thi-… No you didn’t. Seriously!? You know what those are for right?!” She sounded horrified.

“Well, I… yeah. I’m sorry! I was curious!”

“I put those… inside of me! Ah! What did you do with them?!” Was she being rhetorical?

“Uhh.” I didn’t know if she actually wanted the answer. “I uhh… I don’t know?! The same things you do!”

“Gross! Did you even clean them off?!”

“Yes! Don’t be dumb. I cleaned them off every time.” I felt insulted.

“Every… time? How often would you do that?!” She sounded like she was getting mad.

“Look, I’m sorry okay? I didn’t do it all that much, only before I would go over to Mike’s.” Wait, had I just said that?

“Before you went over to Mike’s?” Jessica said it slowly, making sure she had heard me right. I was afraid she was putting two and two together. “Wait a minute. Why are you here with your roommate?”

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I can’t believe how fortunate I am that Sam found me and agreed to move in with me. We laugh about how we met. Sam told me that she was incredibly turned on when she realized that I was wearing lingerie that evening in the bar. She didn’t know how I would react when she walked out of the bathroom in my hotel that night sporting a dildo, but Robin had told her that I was a regular at the hotel and seemed like a good guy. Sam said that she figured the worst case would be that I would tell her to leave.

I told Sam how concerned I had been that night about how she might respond on discovering my lingerie, but I had found her so interesting and attractive that I never considered declining her suggestion that we go to my room. I recalled worrying about how I was going to deal with my lingerie if it started to appear that we were going to be intimate, but before I could decide, she had walked out the bathroom wearing the dildo.

It only took us a short time before our arrangement started to feel so natural. Samantha is the perfect partner and housemate. She is funny and interesting and uninhibited. She is also sensitive and caring, whether she has my ass skewered on her dildo or my cock sheathed within her warm pussy.

I scheduled another round of meetings in the bay area. Sam went with me so that we could enjoy the city together and to pick up the rest of her things that she had stored in Robin’s garage. We planned on leaving home after lunch for the drive so that we would be able to check into the hotel before going out to dinner.

The morning we were to leave, Samantha suggested that we shower together so that she could help me shave. As I stood under the shower, Samantha lathered up and shaved my armpits and the rest of my upper body. As she knelt down to work on my legs, my cock became semi-erect. It continued to harden as I felt Samantha slowly working the razor blade closer and closer to my crotch. Samantha had me turn around, spread my legs, and bend forward so that she could remove the hairs from the crack of my ass. As she rinsed the shaving cream from my ass, I felt one of her fingers enter my asshole. “Oops,” Samantha giggled.

I instinctively settled down onto her finger and she drove it further home as she inspected my ass for stray hairs that she had missed. When she was satisfied that my rear was completely bald, she slowly extracted her finger and told me to turn around so that she could complete the job by shaving my pubic whiskers. By that time, my cock was rock hard and sticking straight out. She laughed as it almost hit her in the face when I turned.

Samantha immediately grabbed my cock with one hand as she first lathered and then shaved my balls. As she worked around the base of my cock, she pulled it first to one side, and then the other, then up, and then down. Her manipulation of my cock started having the expected effect. I let out a soft moan and started to squirm.

“Hold still or I might accidentally cut it off,” Samantha said, but her laugh and increasingly exaggerated manipulation told me that she was enjoying my discomfort at trying to stifle an orgasm.

She also seemed to be re-shaving areas and I could feel her breath on my bare skin as she moved in particularly close to inspect her work. The pressure in my balls was building and it was becoming clear that Samantha wasn’t in a hurry to finish the work of shaving me. Finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Oh, my God, I’m going to cum,” I gasped.

Samantha quickly took the head of my cock into her mouth. She looked up into my eyes and she slowly stroked the shaft. As my pulsing streams of cum erupted into her mouth, she closed her eyes and started gulping my salty goo down. The throbbing of my cock started to subside, but Samantha continued to hold it firmly in her mouth. Gently cupped my balls with her other hand, she milked the last of my cum into her mouth.

When she arose to her feet, she wrapped her arms around my neck and our mouths met. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and I could taste the remnants of my cum. When she pulled back, she giggled as she saw that some of the cum that had dribbled from her mouth had transferred to my face. She carefully licked it off. Then I licked the remaining dribbles of my cum from her chin and we shared another deep kiss.

I decide to return the favor and pushed Samantha back against the shower wall. She winced as her back hit the cold surface, but she quickly spread her legs to ready herself for my tongue. As I slowly feriköy escort dropped to me knees in front of her, I ran my tongue over one nipple and then the other. They were already hard with anticipation. My tongue trailed down across her taut belly toward her pussy.

Samantha spread her legs further and thrust her sex forward toward my approaching mouth. She was wet from the shower, but I could taste that her love juices were already flowing as my tongue slipped between the lips of her pussy and found her clitoris. Samantha moaned, grabbed my head pulling me toward her. As I went to work licking and sucking on her clit, Samantha started to ground herself against my face. Her moaning and gyrating hips became frenetic. Her hands were crushing my face against her sex. I was working her clit with my tongue. Finally, I felt her shudder with her orgasm. Her grip on the back of my head eased and I softly licked her swollen clit. Slowly, Samantha let her back slide down the shower wall until she was seated on the floor in front of me. I pulled her face to my chest and we embraced under still running water.

“Time to get you ready,” Sam said as she jumped up.

We quickly toweled dry and Sam sat me down in the bedroom. She pulled out red nail polish and applied it to my toenails. As she moved to my fingernails, she giggled. “We should be able to get most of this off tomorrow morning before your meetings.”

“I hope so,” I said. “I don’t think my business associates are expecting to meet with a woman.”

I sat naked letting the nail polish dry as Sam pulled out a pair of her boxer shorts and pulled them on. She followed with a men’s tank top, jeans, and a sweater. I guessed right about what was next.

Sam went to my dresser, pulled out a pair of my white panties and a bra and handed them to me. When I had put them on, she handed my fake breasts to me. I started to protest, but Sam said, “Nobody will be able to see them under your sweater.”

She was right. With my jeans and a loose-fitting sweater on, my size D breasts were almost undetectable. There was no need to stop before leaving town and I was confident that my feminine attire and red fingernails would not be exposed. As Sam finished packing for both of us, she made sure that I saw her putting the strap-on dildo in one of the bags.

“What do you want to bet that my sexy little wench gets fucked tonight,” she said.

I knew better than to bet against that happening. Sam smiled and kissed me on the cheek as she sent me to the car with our bags.

We were on our way after a quick lunch. There wasn’t anybody around and my femininity easily escaped detection. We had been driving a couple hours when Sam said that she needed to stop at a rest area. There were several trucks and a few cars parked at the rest area when we pulled in. I shut off the car and Sam took the keys. Then she pulled a bag from the back seat and handed it to me. “See you in a few minutes,” she said as she jumped out of the car and headed for the restroom.

I was sure that I knew what was in the bag as I nervously carried it toward the restroom. There were only a couple men present when I walked in. The handicapped stall was free so I went in and latched the door behind me. That gave me good privacy and room to make the change of clothes that I knew Sam expected of me.

When I opened the bag, I found a white, light-weight sweater. As I replaced the sweater that I was wearing with the one from the bag, I realized that my bra showed clearly through the thin material and my fake breasts bulged out against the tight fit. Next, I pulled a dress from the bag. It was a red corduroy jumper. I removed my jeans and pulled the dress over my head. It had a scoop neckline that ran under my bulging bra and the hem was about mid thigh. I felt a slight tightening in the front of my panties as I ran my hands down over the front of my sweater and dress to smooth the wrinkles.

A pair of sandals and my wig completed the outfit. I sat on the toilet to put them on and stuffed my other clothes into the bag. I had heard the flush of urinals a couple times while I was changing clothes. I listened and didn’t hear anybody else in the restroom, so I slowly lifted my head above the partition. One man was standing at the urinals looking down. He didn’t see me and I ducked back down. It seemed to take forever for him to finish and leave. In the meantime, I heard somebody else come in and take one of the stalls. cihangir escort It also sounded like somebody else had come in and was peeing into one of the urinals.

“Shit, I’ll never get out of here if I wait until it’s empty,” I thought.

Finally, I summoned up the courage to leave the safety of the stall. As I hastily walked toward the door, another man walked into the restroom. I tried to avoid looking at him, but could tell that he was checking me out. I kept going and didn’t look back. Outside, there were several people walking around out of their vehicles, but they were all some distance away. When I got to the car, I remembered that I had locked the doors. Sam had not yet returned with the keys. As I stood nervously by the car, a truck that was leaving the rest stop slowed slightly. I looked up and saw that the driver was staring at me. I gave him a nervous glance and turned away. He resumed his exit toward the freeway.

As I looked back toward the restrooms for Sam, I realized that she had been seated on a table a short distance away watching. She quickly got up and walked over to me. She clearly was enjoying my predicament. “I think you could have gotten a ride with that trucker,” she giggled.

Sam opened the passenger door and let me into the car. Once she had settled in behind the wheel, she turned to me and gave me a quick kiss. After adjusting my wig, Sam pulled out a make-up kit, powdered my cheeks, and applied lipstick. “You are so hot. It is going to be difficult for me to wait until we get to the hotel,” she said.

As we drove down the freeway, we noticed several truckers who we passed checking me out. I don’t know if they mistook me for a woman. A couple of times when Sam realized that a truck driver was looking my way, she reached over and ran her hand up the inside of my thigh, pushing the hem of my dress almost to the crotch of my panties. My cock would immediately respond to her teasing touch. I was beginning to realize that Sam has an incredible knack of being able to push me just beyond my comfort level and, in so doing, take both of us to new sensual heights. As we continued toward the bay area and our hotel, it was becoming increasingly apparent that Sam would soon be hammering my ass with her dildo, and I wanted it so badly.

Robin was working the desk when we walked into the hotel lobby. “Sam, Dawn, it’s great to see you,” she shouted as she ran from behind to encounter.

She gave me a hug and a little peck on the cheek. “My, you are looking sexy this evening.”

Then she turned to Sam and hugged her. “And, Sam, you are looking great also. The move out of the city must have really agreed with you.”

Sam smiled and slipped her arm around my waist. “We’ve been looking forward to being back in town and seeing you.”

I snuggled a little closer in Sam’s protective arm and smiled, forgetting that some of the other people in the lobby might consider my attire to be a little odd.

Sam and I could barely wait to get to our room. We had only eaten a light lunch and we were hungry. But we were hornier. We no sooner closed the door to our room than we were in a deep embrace, our lips locked together, our tongues exploring the other’s mouth.

“I want you inside me,” I gasp.

Sam smiled. “My little cock hungry wench. Get ready.”

While Sam rummaged through her suitcase for the dildo, I sat down on the bed and quickly pulled my panties off. I watched impatiently as Sam seemed to fumble with the straps for the dildo, my hardened cock forming a tent on the front of my dress betraying my sexuality.

Finally, Sam had the dildo secured and was standing in front of me. I grabbed it and opened my mouth to take the head between my lips. As my tongue flicked around the head of the dildo, I ground the base against Sam’s sex. She moaned, “Suck my cock.”

I looked up into Sam’s eyes. She smiled in ecstasy. She grasp the back of my head and pulled me to her pushing the dildo further into my mouth. I continued to suck as Sam ground her hips with increasing urgency.

I pulled loose from the hold that Sam had on my head. “Fuck me, Sam.”

As I scrambled to kneel on the floor, I gathered my dress around my waist. I leaned forward, my face on the bed as Sam positioned herself on her knees behind me. I briefly felt the head of the dildo poised against my asshole. Then with a sharp thrust of her hips, Sam drove it home. My arms were by my side and Sam grabbed my fatih escort wrists pulling me back toward her. I eagerly responded arching my back to open myself to the probing dildo.

Sam began to pummel me with the dildo, thrusting her hips to drive it deep into my ass, then pulling back and thrusting again. “My sweet little wench. My cock hungry little wench. Oh, fuck. You sexy little thing.”

I was about to explode. “My clit, please rub my clit,” I begged.

I felt Sam’s hand snake its way down past my hip to grab my cock. She held it tightly as she continued to fuck me. I felt the pressure of my own orgasm building. I tried to hold it. Sam’s thrusting was becoming more urgent. Her thighs were slapping against mine.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I’m cumming,” I gasp as my spurting cum coated the insides of my legs.

Sam was moaning. Her excitement was continuing to grow. She had a tight grip on my cock with one hand. She was steadying herself by holding onto the back of my dress with the other. The undulation of her hips was becoming more and more urgent. She was grunting with each thrust of the dildo.

With one final thrust, she let out a deep sigh. As she slowly ground her hips against my ass, I felt her slowly lower her body down onto mine. She released her grip on my cock and let me suck my cum from her fingers. We relaxed there in mutual bliss still coupled together by the dildo.

When our heart rates returned to normal, Sam slowly withdrew from me. “Stay there,” she said.

She dashed to the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth. As I continued to kneel with my ass in the air, Sam gently milked the last of the cum from my cock and wiped the sticky residue from my legs. “We don’t want any stains on your dress,” she said giggling.

We flopped down on the bed side-by-side. I turned my head to look at Sam. She was looking at me, a contented smile on her face. She reached up and caressed my cheek. As we lay there together, the room darkened as nighttime approached.

We realized that we had not eaten dinner. Sam suggested that we call out for a pizza. I retrieved my panties and went to the bathroom to repair my makeup while Sam placed our order.

Sam walked to the corner grocery store to get beer. When she returned, she said that Robin would be off duty soon and would be joining us. Sam opened a couple beers and arranged chairs around the table while I grabbed a towel to mop my cum from the carpet.

I had barely finished that task when Robin arrived. If the room still smelled of sex, she didn’t give any indication that she noticed. We sat down to sip our beers and chit chat while we waited for the pizza delivery boy. Sam told Robin how happy she was having moved in with me. I blushed when Robin smiled at me and said that whatever I was doing, it must be great.

I didn’t think about my attire when I jumped up to answer the knock on the door. I was halfway across the room when I realized that I was still in a dress. I turned back toward Sam. She smiled and nodded toward the door. I slowed my dash to the door, made sure that my shoulders were back, and fell into my most provocative, hip-swaying walk.

The pizza delivery boy’s jaw dropped when I opened the door and led him over to the table where Sam and Robin sat. Sam paid for the pizza and I escorted the delivery boy to the door. When I returned to the table, Sam and Robin were laughing.

“What,” I asked?

“We’re jealous,” Robin said. “He was checking you out more than us.”

I blushed.

“We’re going to have to find an ugly chick to hang out with,” Sam teased.

Sam and Robin coached me on my feminine mannerisms as we dined on pizza and beer. They assured me that I was pretty enough to pass as a woman except on a very close examination. My confidence at going out in public grew with their encouragement and advice.

Before Robin left for home, we decided to double date with her and her boyfriend the following evening. They were planning on dinner at a local nightclub. Sam and I will join them.

We undressed for bed. We were both nude when Samantha realized that I was still wearing nail polish. She dashed for the bathroom to retrieve polish remover and tissues. We sat on the bed as she carefully removed the polish from my fingernails in preparation for my meetings the following day. As she studiously concentrated on her task, I let my eyes roam from her face, down to her beautiful breasts with their little button nipples, then down to the dark pubic patch covering her wonderful pussy lips. Samantha looked up once and caught me surveying her body. She blushed and giggled a little, then went back to work on my nails.

I felt slight twinges in my cock as we sat there, but, alas, I had already blown my load twice that day. I knew that I needed to reserve some for tomorrow.

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