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If I had walked into a room and found a man handcuffed to a bed and his ass resting at the edge of the bed with his legs Velcro tied to modified bedposts to keep his ass exposed for easy access I’d ponder a few things but the five large cocked women who entered seemed to take it all in stride.

My mistress, a muscular woman with veins popping all over her tight taught ebony skin with pierced nipples and a pierced monster cock wiped some sweat from her brow, guess her turning me out and fucking me harder than I’ve ever been in my tight “mangina” as she called it earlier, caused her some cardio discomfort. Mistress flexed and cricked her neck and my cock, which was rock hard but I could hardly feel due to the cock rings I was wearing and the numbing cream that her hot assistant Dee had slathered it with, started to bounce around at the sight of her so powerful and strong. I wanted her to take my ass again.

“I’m going to freshen up. Dee, get the women ready and all of you start stroking over the little worm,” mistress said, so cute giving me nicknames like that.

As Mistress disappeared through a nearby curtain the women all lined up in a row facing me. I reddened in embarrassment as one of the women was Flavia. She smirked at me as our eyes met and I got the mixed feelings again as she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen but yet here I was wishing beyond all hope that Mistress would return and ravage me. Suddenly Flavia’s eyes rolled up and she groaned. Dee’s amazingly long tongue was working its magic on Flavia’s cock.

The other women were a sight to behold, all standing and stroking their cocks waiting their turn. One woman was Flavia’s blonde friend who fit the nickname Barbie well. She had immense tits and long blonde hair, all the world looking like a Barbie but the work that got her looking that way was fairly apparent but it somehow fit on her, in other words she was smoking hot, fake parts or no fake parts. Then the white and Asian women from the elevator were there. The white had the smallest dick and tits of the group, all of seven inches but she was hard already even without Dee sucking her yet.

The Asian had a tight boyish body but heavy firm breasts that didn’t as much as sway as she walked in moments ago but she was so hot in bright pink fishnets open at the crotch and bright pink mesh bra that supported those tight tips while all the others were nude. The last woman was very tall and white with an immense cock and breasts that seemed to match but what really stood out was her ass. It was like her other assets big and I found myself fairly drawn to it.

The big assed woman was the last to be sucked and as she watched me watch her she suddenly stiffened and slapped her own ass which made my cock twinge. She slapped it again and then she closed her eyes and screamed, “Oh fuck, I’m coming, oh, uh, oh yeah, oh suck it!”

Dee went even harder on the cock and I heard her gurgle as cum filled her mouth but she just swallowed and kept sucking. There was so much that some dripped out the side of her mouth, it was a pretty scene. Dee moaned in contentment and the big assed woman grabbed Dee’s head urging her to keep sucking. Dee reached around and slapped the woman’s ass this time and the women moaned as did the other girls who were stroking hard and fast watching the scene.

I looked down and saw my cock was dribbling pre-cum again but even sex hikayeleri though I couldn’t feel full sensation I was feeling a deeper ache likely from having been so hard for so long and being so blood engorged from the rings. I need some relief myself. If it was possible to get even harder I think I may have as Dee pulled off of big ass big ass was still rock hard, impressive I must say. Big ass started to stroke her cock quickly and all six women lined up around me, three on each side.

Then Mistress entered the room. Her hair was wet, she must have taken a shower, and now her hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail that showed more of her face, made her somehow more feminine and masculine at once. Three of the women looked down at the floor as she entered but not Flavia or Big Ass or Dee. I assumed the three who looked down were submissive but clearly not as submissive as yours truly strapped to the bed.

Mistress stepped up and slapped my balls painfully and then a series of hard slaps to my cock. That was so like Mistress always walking in and slapping my cock and such. I grunted in pain and then she slapped my face.

“What was that bitch?”

“I said thank you Mistress!” I lied and she seemed pleased by that.

“So here is the deal worm, you took your punishment well so you can have any woman here.”

Mistress turned big ass to me and spread her cheeks and slapped her ass. Big Ass squealed in delight and shot longing eyes at me and then of course Flavia gave me a loving glare and a part of me wanted to melt in her arms but the ass was very inviting and I desperately needed relief, I needed to fuck so badly.

“I’ll let you go and you can have whomever you choose, or, I can breed you again.

I looked at the ass then at Flavia who was all but pleading now and the choice became crystal clear.

“Please breed me and make me cum on that huge black cock Mistress. Take me hard, as hard as you can fuck your black cock whore,” I said a little too quickly.

Mistress smiled and moved her cock to my mouth. I was helpless as she fed it to me. It was at half-staff but so big, so meaty, so heavy. I was sucking greedily on the head, about all I could handle when she pushed further. I started to gag and was struggling to breathe but she held it a bit longer. She pulled out and I gasped and caught my breath and then she repeated, pushed even further and I really fought the gag reflex as it was growing in my mouth.

I didn’t even get as far as Dee had earlier but Mistress was hardening somewhat. I felt disappointed in myself for not being able to take more but I vowed then and there that practicing until I could take it all was now at the top of my bucket list.

“Nice try you cock whore but you need to work on that. I don’t need Dee to get me hard though, put your tongue in it,” she said and leaned the cock ring at my mouth.

I put my tongue through the cock ring and slowly started to bob it up and down. Mistress moaned and grabbed at her nipple rings, pulling them taught from her body.

“Harder,” she urged.

I started to flick my tongue all around and even felt as if I might rip it out of her if I weren’t careful but danged if she didn’t start to moan and harden all the way. I was moaning too but wasn’t sure why.

“Okay ladies, keep stroking, paint the little bitch’s body,” she said and then stepped away and went to the porno hikayeleri end of the bed.

“Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh, nnnnnghhh, yes please, mistress, please mistress,” I was moaning as she entered my ass again, it was so good, I was so ready this time and needed it.

“Look at him ladies, look at what a black cock slut he is,” mistress said.

I throbbed so hard at that and couldn’t control myself all I wanted was to fuck and fuck and fuck, except being on the receiving end. She started banging and I was squealing up a storm. I looked at the women from time to time and they were all hard and grabbing at nipples and reaching over and touching each other but mostly I was locked into being fucked and that magical spot on the ceiling.

“Yes, fuck the little slut, breed his ass, oh fuck yeah, oh, oh, yeeeeeeesssssss!” Dee yelled as she came.

Dee aimed her cock my way and shot rope after rope of come across my chest. I felt the cum settle for a moment and then it started pouring of my chest towards the bed, it felt amazing and Mistress seemed to fuck me harder.

“You like that cum you little sissy,” Mistress asked me and I nodded and groaned.

“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck me mistress, make me your bitch,” I yelled as she really started fucking me hard like an Olympic athlete.

Dee moved to big ass and started licking one of his nipples and suddenly Big Ass was coming on my legs. She groaned and huffed through her orgasm. It felt like a lot of cum considering she had just shot recently. Big ass shook as she stroked a few last drips onto me. Big Ass still seemed to stay hard, must be the Viagra.

Then Dee and Big Ass started to lick the tits of the Asian and white woman from the elevator. It was hot seeing Dee lick the Asian nipple poking through the fishnet hole. Then almost on cue the two women started moaning and both shot at the same time. Both sprayed on my stomach, nice big loads. They were yelling through their orgasms but the intensity of it all had me drowning out their yells.

“Oh, ungh, oh God, Oh Mistress you’re, you’re oh you’re making me cooooooooooooomeeeee, ah, oh, ahhhhhh!” I yelled as I rode through an intense anal orgasm.

“Fuck you’re a dirty white bitch, what a slut, take this cock, you’re getting me ready you little pig,” she yelled as she fucked me so deep and hard.

I was gasping for breath and felt another orgasm building as I stared at that spot on the ceiling. Best. Spot. Ever. I was so full so satisfied, and yes, so slutty. Suddenly another round of cum splashed onto one of my arms and my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was Barbie or Flavia but I couldn’t care in the moment, I was getting banged so hard.

I was riding so close to another orgasm when I was suddenly brought back by mistress talking to someone other than me. I came back to planet earth as Mistress started to slow down and pump more slowly, more rhythmically. Flavia was the last woman standing and she was stroking and staring at my cock.

“What’s wrong bitch, you too good to cum in front of us?”

“No mistress,” Flavia said.

“So what is it bitch?” Mistress demanded.

“I want to take my time,” Flavia said, her eyes were glued to my bouncing cock.

“Oh you like his cock,” Mistress said.

“Very much mistress, very much,” Flavia said and started stroking faster.

“Then make his clitty squirt by showing him your special talent,” seks hikayeleri Mistress said.

Mistress was fucking slowly now, and it felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I remembered she said everyone here had a special talent and I wondered what Flavia’s was. I looked to Flavia for an answer but she was locked into my cock as she stroked so hard and so fast. Flavia stepped closer to me, watching my cock as Dee and Barbie each sucked one of her tits. And that’s when I found her specialty.

A shot of cum like I’ve never seen before shot so hard onto my abdomen that I jerked, not in pain but surprise at its force. A second shot went way over my body and hit the Asian woman who squealed in delight. A third shot again covered the length of my stomach. But what was amazing is she hadn’t even made a sound yet. It was when her fourth shot painted me that she suddenly rolled her eyes and snapped her head back.

“Oh fuck, I’m coooooommmingggg; oh fuck, so good, oh fuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkk!” She yelled.

Fifth, sixth and seventh shots were as strong and big as the first and finally eight and nine got a bit smaller and then with legs shaking she stepped closer and had two more shots dripped straight down with gravity. She leaned over and kissed me so hard. Everyone in the room was breathing hard and several of the women were stroking again.

“That’ it, I need to breed slut, give me that tight ass,” Mistress yelled.

“Uhh, oh,” I had to pull away from Flavia to moan, I couldn’t hold a kiss as I was fucked so good. Flavia held her face close to mine.

“Come on baby, get it for me, get it for me, I want to see it,” Flavia moaned as Mistress fucked me. Three more cum loads painted my body and mistress was grunting and growling. I felt it building, it was all too much.

“May I squirt mistress,” I begged.

“Yes, let me see your clitty squirt so I can breed this white ass!”

“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” I yelled.

And almost like Flavia, my first shot of cum from my dick splashed my own face but I didn’t feel it as an orgasm at first due to the numbing cream but the second shot, well that felt a little bit of all right.

“Fuck yeah, oh fuck, I’m, uh fuck cummming, fuck, aaaaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!”

I was bucking and cumming everywhere while Flavia watched wild eyed, her face pressed to mine moaning, “oh yeah, oh yeah.”

“Oh get ready slut, it’s going to be big, I’m, oh, it’s almost there I’m about to breeeeeeeeeeeeeddddddd, aaaaahhhhhhh, uuuuuuuggghggggghhhh, yes slut, take that black cum!”

I think I was cumming internally again, I couldn’t really tell at this point. Then I felt a plop as Mistress pulled out and I cum poured out of my ass. Mistress breathed deep and growled in contentment and then she looked around the room.

“Ladies, the reason we did this was not punishment for this little whore, it was to reward the little bitch,” Mistress said to looks of confusion in the room, I think I made the Scooby Doo surprised sound.

“Apparently our little black cock whore has some skills as the frat boy he was with contacted us,” mistress said.

Oh yeah “Eager” I remember it like it was this morning.

“Well this frat boy is the son of a very big politician so the little brat has lots of money. This frat boy was impressed and hired our cock slut for a job tomorrow. Welcome to the family slut,” Mistress said.

Flavia kissed me again and the others clapped and planted little kisses where I wasn’t covered in cum. I was happier than a hummingbird in a sugar shop, but rather than bask in the moment I was already wondering what tomorrow’s job would be…

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This Thing Called Life Ch. 06

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If I had walked into a room and found a man handcuffed to a bed and his ass resting at the edge of the bed with his legs Velcro tied to modified bedposts to keep his ass exposed for easy access I’d ponder a few things but the five large cocked women who entered seemed to take it all in stride.

My mistress, a muscular woman with veins popping all over her tight taught ebony skin with pierced nipples and a pierced monster cock wiped some sweat from her brow, guess her turning me out and fucking me harder than I’ve ever been in my tight “mangina” as she called it earlier, caused her some cardio discomfort. Mistress flexed and cricked her neck and my cock, which was rock hard but I could hardly feel due to the cock rings I was wearing and the numbing cream that her hot assistant Dee had slathered it with, started to bounce around at the sight of her so powerful and strong. I wanted her to take my ass again.

“I’m going to freshen up. Dee, get the women ready and all of you start stroking over the little worm,” mistress said, so cute giving me nicknames like that.

As Mistress disappeared through a nearby curtain the women all lined up in a row facing me. I reddened in embarrassment as one of the women was Flavia. She smirked at me as our eyes met and I got the mixed feelings again as she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen but yet here I was wishing beyond all hope that Mistress would return and ravage me. Suddenly Flavia’s eyes rolled up and she groaned. Dee’s amazingly long tongue was working its magic on Flavia’s cock.

The other women were a sight to behold, all standing and stroking their cocks waiting their turn. One woman was Flavia’s blonde friend who fit the nickname Barbie well. She had immense tits and long blonde hair, all the world looking like a Barbie but the work that got her looking that way was fairly apparent but it somehow fit on her, in other words she was smoking hot, fake parts or no fake parts. Then the white and Asian women from the elevator were there. The white had the smallest dick and tits of the group, all of seven inches but she was hard already even without Dee sucking her yet.

The Asian had a tight boyish body but heavy firm breasts that didn’t as much as sway as she walked in moments ago but she was so hot in bright pink fishnets open at the crotch and bright pink mesh bra that supported those tight tips while all the others were nude. The last woman was very tall and white with an immense cock and breasts that seemed to match but what really stood out was her ass. It was like her other assets big and I found myself fairly drawn to it.

The big assed woman was the last to be sucked and as she watched me watch her she suddenly stiffened and slapped her own ass which made my cock twinge. She slapped it again and then she closed her eyes and screamed, “Oh fuck, I’m coming, oh, uh, oh yeah, oh suck it!”

Dee went even harder on the cock and I heard her gurgle as cum filled her mouth but she just swallowed and kept sucking. There was so much that some dripped out the side of her mouth, it was a pretty scene. Dee moaned in contentment and the big assed woman grabbed Dee’s head urging her to keep sucking. Dee reached around and slapped the woman’s ass this time and the women moaned as did the other girls who were stroking hard and fast watching the scene.

I looked down and saw my cock was dribbling pre-cum again but even sex hikayeleri though I couldn’t feel full sensation I was feeling a deeper ache likely from having been so hard for so long and being so blood engorged from the rings. I need some relief myself. If it was possible to get even harder I think I may have as Dee pulled off of big ass big ass was still rock hard, impressive I must say. Big ass started to stroke her cock quickly and all six women lined up around me, three on each side.

Then Mistress entered the room. Her hair was wet, she must have taken a shower, and now her hair was pulled back tight in a ponytail that showed more of her face, made her somehow more feminine and masculine at once. Three of the women looked down at the floor as she entered but not Flavia or Big Ass or Dee. I assumed the three who looked down were submissive but clearly not as submissive as yours truly strapped to the bed.

Mistress stepped up and slapped my balls painfully and then a series of hard slaps to my cock. That was so like Mistress always walking in and slapping my cock and such. I grunted in pain and then she slapped my face.

“What was that bitch?”

“I said thank you Mistress!” I lied and she seemed pleased by that.

“So here is the deal worm, you took your punishment well so you can have any woman here.”

Mistress turned big ass to me and spread her cheeks and slapped her ass. Big Ass squealed in delight and shot longing eyes at me and then of course Flavia gave me a loving glare and a part of me wanted to melt in her arms but the ass was very inviting and I desperately needed relief, I needed to fuck so badly.

“I’ll let you go and you can have whomever you choose, or, I can breed you again.

I looked at the ass then at Flavia who was all but pleading now and the choice became crystal clear.

“Please breed me and make me cum on that huge black cock Mistress. Take me hard, as hard as you can fuck your black cock whore,” I said a little too quickly.

Mistress smiled and moved her cock to my mouth. I was helpless as she fed it to me. It was at half-staff but so big, so meaty, so heavy. I was sucking greedily on the head, about all I could handle when she pushed further. I started to gag and was struggling to breathe but she held it a bit longer. She pulled out and I gasped and caught my breath and then she repeated, pushed even further and I really fought the gag reflex as it was growing in my mouth.

I didn’t even get as far as Dee had earlier but Mistress was hardening somewhat. I felt disappointed in myself for not being able to take more but I vowed then and there that practicing until I could take it all was now at the top of my bucket list.

“Nice try you cock whore but you need to work on that. I don’t need Dee to get me hard though, put your tongue in it,” she said and leaned the cock ring at my mouth.

I put my tongue through the cock ring and slowly started to bob it up and down. Mistress moaned and grabbed at her nipple rings, pulling them taught from her body.

“Harder,” she urged.

I started to flick my tongue all around and even felt as if I might rip it out of her if I weren’t careful but danged if she didn’t start to moan and harden all the way. I was moaning too but wasn’t sure why.

“Okay ladies, keep stroking, paint the little bitch’s body,” she said and then stepped away and went to the porno hikayeleri end of the bed.

“Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhh, nnnnnghhh, yes please, mistress, please mistress,” I was moaning as she entered my ass again, it was so good, I was so ready this time and needed it.

“Look at him ladies, look at what a black cock slut he is,” mistress said.

I throbbed so hard at that and couldn’t control myself all I wanted was to fuck and fuck and fuck, except being on the receiving end. She started banging and I was squealing up a storm. I looked at the women from time to time and they were all hard and grabbing at nipples and reaching over and touching each other but mostly I was locked into being fucked and that magical spot on the ceiling.

“Yes, fuck the little slut, breed his ass, oh fuck yeah, oh, oh, yeeeeeeesssssss!” Dee yelled as she came.

Dee aimed her cock my way and shot rope after rope of come across my chest. I felt the cum settle for a moment and then it started pouring of my chest towards the bed, it felt amazing and Mistress seemed to fuck me harder.

“You like that cum you little sissy,” Mistress asked me and I nodded and groaned.

“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck me mistress, make me your bitch,” I yelled as she really started fucking me hard like an Olympic athlete.

Dee moved to big ass and started licking one of his nipples and suddenly Big Ass was coming on my legs. She groaned and huffed through her orgasm. It felt like a lot of cum considering she had just shot recently. Big ass shook as she stroked a few last drips onto me. Big Ass still seemed to stay hard, must be the Viagra.

Then Dee and Big Ass started to lick the tits of the Asian and white woman from the elevator. It was hot seeing Dee lick the Asian nipple poking through the fishnet hole. Then almost on cue the two women started moaning and both shot at the same time. Both sprayed on my stomach, nice big loads. They were yelling through their orgasms but the intensity of it all had me drowning out their yells.

“Oh, ungh, oh God, Oh Mistress you’re, you’re oh you’re making me cooooooooooooomeeeee, ah, oh, ahhhhhh!” I yelled as I rode through an intense anal orgasm.

“Fuck you’re a dirty white bitch, what a slut, take this cock, you’re getting me ready you little pig,” she yelled as she fucked me so deep and hard.

I was gasping for breath and felt another orgasm building as I stared at that spot on the ceiling. Best. Spot. Ever. I was so full so satisfied, and yes, so slutty. Suddenly another round of cum splashed onto one of my arms and my chest. I wasn’t sure if it was Barbie or Flavia but I couldn’t care in the moment, I was getting banged so hard.

I was riding so close to another orgasm when I was suddenly brought back by mistress talking to someone other than me. I came back to planet earth as Mistress started to slow down and pump more slowly, more rhythmically. Flavia was the last woman standing and she was stroking and staring at my cock.

“What’s wrong bitch, you too good to cum in front of us?”

“No mistress,” Flavia said.

“So what is it bitch?” Mistress demanded.

“I want to take my time,” Flavia said, her eyes were glued to my bouncing cock.

“Oh you like his cock,” Mistress said.

“Very much mistress, very much,” Flavia said and started stroking faster.

“Then make his clitty squirt by showing him your special talent,” seks hikayeleri Mistress said.

Mistress was fucking slowly now, and it felt so good, I never wanted it to end. I remembered she said everyone here had a special talent and I wondered what Flavia’s was. I looked to Flavia for an answer but she was locked into my cock as she stroked so hard and so fast. Flavia stepped closer to me, watching my cock as Dee and Barbie each sucked one of her tits. And that’s when I found her specialty.

A shot of cum like I’ve never seen before shot so hard onto my abdomen that I jerked, not in pain but surprise at its force. A second shot went way over my body and hit the Asian woman who squealed in delight. A third shot again covered the length of my stomach. But what was amazing is she hadn’t even made a sound yet. It was when her fourth shot painted me that she suddenly rolled her eyes and snapped her head back.

“Oh fuck, I’m coooooommmingggg; oh fuck, so good, oh fuuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkk!” She yelled.

Fifth, sixth and seventh shots were as strong and big as the first and finally eight and nine got a bit smaller and then with legs shaking she stepped closer and had two more shots dripped straight down with gravity. She leaned over and kissed me so hard. Everyone in the room was breathing hard and several of the women were stroking again.

“That’ it, I need to breed slut, give me that tight ass,” Mistress yelled.

“Uhh, oh,” I had to pull away from Flavia to moan, I couldn’t hold a kiss as I was fucked so good. Flavia held her face close to mine.

“Come on baby, get it for me, get it for me, I want to see it,” Flavia moaned as Mistress fucked me. Three more cum loads painted my body and mistress was grunting and growling. I felt it building, it was all too much.

“May I squirt mistress,” I begged.

“Yes, let me see your clitty squirt so I can breed this white ass!”

“Oh, fuck yeah, fuck, I’m gonna squirt!” I yelled.

And almost like Flavia, my first shot of cum from my dick splashed my own face but I didn’t feel it as an orgasm at first due to the numbing cream but the second shot, well that felt a little bit of all right.

“Fuck yeah, oh fuck, I’m, uh fuck cummming, fuck, aaaaaaaaarrrrggggghhhhh!”

I was bucking and cumming everywhere while Flavia watched wild eyed, her face pressed to mine moaning, “oh yeah, oh yeah.”

“Oh get ready slut, it’s going to be big, I’m, oh, it’s almost there I’m about to breeeeeeeeeeeeeddddddd, aaaaahhhhhhh, uuuuuuuggghggggghhhh, yes slut, take that black cum!”

I think I was cumming internally again, I couldn’t really tell at this point. Then I felt a plop as Mistress pulled out and I cum poured out of my ass. Mistress breathed deep and growled in contentment and then she looked around the room.

“Ladies, the reason we did this was not punishment for this little whore, it was to reward the little bitch,” Mistress said to looks of confusion in the room, I think I made the Scooby Doo surprised sound.

“Apparently our little black cock whore has some skills as the frat boy he was with contacted us,” mistress said.

Oh yeah “Eager” I remember it like it was this morning.

“Well this frat boy is the son of a very big politician so the little brat has lots of money. This frat boy was impressed and hired our cock slut for a job tomorrow. Welcome to the family slut,” Mistress said.

Flavia kissed me again and the others clapped and planted little kisses where I wasn’t covered in cum. I was happier than a hummingbird in a sugar shop, but rather than bask in the moment I was already wondering what tomorrow’s job would be…

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I saw him as soon as I entered the airport, standing head and shoulders above the crowd, and beautiful, just as I knew he would be. His eyes found me and the look of trepidation on his handsome features (perhaps thinking I wouldn’t show) turned into a huge grin as he recognized me. He moved quickly through my fellow travelers towards me, and I suddenly felt unsure; would he be disappointed in me?

He swung me up into his arms and kissed me deeply, tasting me with his tongue, chasing away any doubts I might have had. As he lowered me to the floor, he ran the back of his hand gently down my cheek and said, “welcome sweetness”. I found myself in front of him with my arms clasped behind my arched back and my legs parted slightly. My head was down and my eyes were averted in perfect position, feeling for the first time that I truly would be his. I heard my own voice say, ” thank-you, Sir”, and he smiled and leaned down to kiss my cheek and then led me out to his car.

I wore the red flowered dress, as instructed, and he asked me what I had on underneath. It pleased him to learn that I had on my red bra and red thong. He smiled and told me that we had reservations to eat before going home. He wanted me to feel at ease. I didn’t think I could ever feel at ease sitting so intimately across the table from him; the temperature of my body started rising the minute I set eyes on him! As we made small talk, I couldn’t keep my eyes from roaming from his face to his hands, to his chest, Bahis Sitesi and listening to his voice was mesmerizing.

Holding my gaze, he slid over to my side of the table and reached into his glass for an ice-cube. Smiling, he reached under my dress, pushed my thong aside and inserted the ice into my warm vagina. I could have cum just with his touch alone, but the look in his eyes told me to hold on. I held my breath against the cold while my body adjusted. After paying the bill, he took my elbow and guided me to the parking lot. I could feel the water running down my thighs, mixed with my own juices. Once in the car, he ordered me to unbutton my dress and spread my legs wide. Bending his head, he began to lick the water from my thighs, moving my panties aside to expose my freshly shaved pussy.

My breathing came in gasps, and low moans escaped my throat as his tongue worked toward my slit and his hand moved up to squeeze my breast. I had waited so long for his touch and he felt my body shudder as a powerful orgasm began to build within me. He lifted his head and slowly shook it, “not without my permission, sweetness”, and continued his exploration, his fingers sliding deep into my wetness. Try as I might, I just couldn’t stop the orgasm that rocked me, my muscles contracting against his probing fingers. He took my hair in his hand and thrust his fingers into my mouth to suck; to taste my own failure. I felt the hot tears sliding down my cheeks as Bahis Siteleri I sensed his disappointment in me, although he acted as if nothing was amiss on the ride home.

Once we were inside of his apartment, he instructed me to strip and kneel before him, which I did as quickly as I could. He had gotten a riding crop from another room and stood before my kneeling body gently lifting my chin with the end of the crop, to look at him. When I agreed that I needed to be punished for cumming without permission, he ordered me to stand, bend over at the waist and hold my ankles. He ran the crop up between my legs, slapping them further apart. He told me I would receive fifteen lashes for disobeying and five for breaking position by smiling. (I didn’t even know he had seen me smile when he mentioned punishment) I was not to cry out or to move and disobeying this order would start the punishment over! He put the crop to my lips for me to kiss and after a couple of soft swats the real whipping began.

The first blow landed with a hard “smack” across the fullest part of my ass, the second coming right behind the first, jerking my body forward slightly but I held fast. Tears fell freely as the next eight came in quick succession, harder and so precise that I felt as though I was on fire. He stopped and placed his hand to my very wet pussy, inserting three fingers and moving them in and out. A low moan was building in my throat, but he quickly removed his fingers Canlı Bahis Sitesi and smacked my shoulders five times hard with the crop. I wanted to scream with pain and passion, but I never moved or gave in to the scream.

He told me how beautiful my body looked striped red by his hand and how proud he was that I was so obedient. He warned me that the last five would be the worst and suddenly brought the crop up to meet my pussy lips. I was sobbing quietly and again the crop came up, heat enveloping my body causing me to shudder with longing. Finally the last blow connected with my clit almost bringing me to climax, but I needed him to be so proud of me. He leaned over me and as he entered me with his hot cock, whispered softly how beautiful I was and how I made him proud to be mine. His hands pulled my hips, driving deep within me, faster and harder.

When he felt that I couldn’t hold out any longer he said softly “cum for me sweetness” and I exploded, my body convulsing against his, the orgasm seeming to go on forever. I felt his juices mixing with my own essence and our bodies moved with the rhythm of one. Finally we were still and he withdrew and came to stand in front of me. I gently dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, sucking and licking until he was clean. He reached down and scooped me into his strong arms and carried me to the sofa where he sat and laid me across his lap face down. He took some ice from a glass and tenderly soothed the stripes of his love, all the while telling me how lovely and wonderful I was. He turned me to face him and looked deep into my eyes. I saw the love there and the promise of a wonderful continuation of our weekend. He leaned down and softly claimed my lips…softly claimed my heart…

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First Command

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“How could she have done this?” She was screaming at herself inside. She’d invited a man to her house, to meet her children, and after only a few dates. “Madness!” she said to herself.

She was preparing a relatively simple meal, one of the children’s favorites, hoping that he would enjoy it as well. Anne had even come over, taking a break before heading to college. They felt it was special, which told her all the more what a mistake this must have been.

“Charlie, set the table. Becka, put away the clean dishes, please.” Check the stove, review the ingredients, wonder about the cleanliness of the house. “Delphina, vacuum the living room real quick would you.” Everything had to be perfect or this would be the disaster that she knew it would become.

“Knock, knock. Anyone home?” he joked. It had to be a joke cause the sheer chaos of the house made it obvious that everyone was home. “Come in” she hollered to him, checking the contents of the sink again. “Could any of those dishes be thrown away so he wouldn’t see them?”

He jojobet hadn’t moved, so she rushed to the door. He was still being a gentleman and not entering the house without proper acknowledgement. He pulled a hand from behind his back to expose a small bouquet he’d procured. Daisies, her favorite. He spouted some story about counting the stems, one for each child, one for her, and one for him. “Hokum,” she thought to herself. Something he made up on the spot as men are wont to do.

A vase for the flowers, and a place upon the table. Two more things to add to the many she was already working on. “Anne, can you get a vase for these.” She rushed them to the sink, barely realizing she’d left her guest to wander and follow her. Great, now he was in the kitchen, the worst place to witness the disaster.

Unbeknownst to her, he’d quickly picked up on the tension in the house, and the children were reacting to it as well. This was their mother, and they knew to expect it, and how to move around it. He was the new jojobet Giriş one, and no one knew just how he was going to react.

She sat the flowers on the counter, and spun to address the next disaster, only to practically run right into him. She had to stop herself short, he was so close. Then it happened…

His hands rose swiftly from his side towards her face. Instinct told her that “something” she had done was wrong, and now he was going to punish her. He was going to strike her, as men often do. Her instinct was stuck, as she was not yet sure whether to bear the force of the hit, or duck from him. He’d never hit her before, but she knew that men always eventually strike a woman.

Instinct, it turns out, did not know this man.

His hands landed softly on her warm cheeks, serving only to direct her gaze towards his face. It was firm, but not violent. He turned her head slightly upward, enough to compensate for the difference in height. He gripped her, but only so barely. He knew exactly how much jojobet Güncel Giriş upward pressure to use to lift the weight of her head without pulling on her neck or torso. She felt lighter, and all at once under his command.

“Breathe”

It was a whisper, but she heard it as a scream, a command. Insider her head, every worrisome thought; dinner, the kids, the clutter, the TV, went away. As if they had been blown away by a hurricane, and he was the eye. He was indeed the eye, as calm settled over everything. She realized she was simply staring into his eyes. He was starring back, peering deeply into her soul. He’d done it, what no one had ever done before, quieted the storm of her mind.

“Yes, sir” was all she could bring herself to say. She could think of nothing more than to do as he said. He acknowledged her assent, and slowly released her head, but his eyes held her gaze. She found that she could not look away, nor move. He watched her to ensure she was indeed breathing, calmly, as he’d ordered her to. And once satisfied, he released her to finish her preparations.

She’d been told she was submissive, but had always laughed it off. But this man, this powerful man, had awoken something in her, and she knew in that moment, that she would always do whatever he asked.

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The Transformation Device Ch. 01

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Author’s Note. A friend of mine dared me to write a story about a Transsexual so I wrote this story, he loved it so I have decided to share it with others who enjoy this kind of erotica. This story was written for fun and does not reflect the views of the author, nothing in this story is possible and contains fantasy situations. Let me know what you think and I will share the rest if required. Enjoy

Chapter 1.

Some call Dr. Sanderson a madman; he calls himself a genius, either way he is not to be trifled with. He is well on his way to becoming a billionaire all from his new invention, he simply called it, The Transformation device.

He is 5,9 with short brown hair in his early 30’s. He is walking around a huge cylinder shaped device with various computer monitors and keyboards attached a clock on the device in counting down, 2 minutes left. He smiles and starts typing in various things. A door opens and in steps his new assistant Carl, he is 5,6 with long brown hair in a pony tail, he is in his early 20’s and is also a Genius in his own right. His problem is he was so skinny he often got made fun of by bigger men, which makes him really insecure about his own ideas and thoughts. Even in School he was picked on the most for his short skinny frame by athletes and popular people, school was tough on him and it reflects in his day to day life.

Carl goes over to Dr. Sanderson and also starts typing things. Carl sees a photo of a young woman on the side; she is very short with dark hair and thick glasses on. He recognises her from the newspaper, some girl who got abducted last night. “Is this the girl that went missing? The Librarian?” He asks showing Dr. Sanderson the photo.

Dr. Sanderson looks over and smiles at the photo. “Yes she is.”

Carl looked confused. “Well, where is she? And why do you have her photo?”

Dr. Sanderson looked at Carl then indicated to the Cylinder device. Carl looked at it and back again in confusion. “I don’t understand, I thought it was to be used for helping people.”

Dr. Sanderson laughed a sinister laugh and marched over to Carl and patted him on the shoulder. “We do my friend, we help our clients.”

“So she is a client?” Carl asked hopefully.

Dr. Sanderson laughed again. “No, the Sheik is. You know what this device does?”

Carl thought back to his short but brief interview for the job and his requirements in helping to maintain the device in question. “Only bits and pieces, it changes people, it can make them better.”

“Yes, exactly. Now Carl, it’s time you learned another part of what we do here. This device is a Transformation Device; right now our librarian is inside being changed to suit the needs of the Sheik.” An alarm goes off indicating the procedure is over. “Ah, ready?”

Dr. Sanderson types a few commands and the doors open, inside are various bits of equipment and a Chair, sitting in the Chair is a beautiful Blond DD breasted Girl with stunning Blue Eyes wearing a belly dancer costume of purple silk with gold patterns running through it. She smiles at Carl and Dr. Sanderson, she stands up and gets out of the Chamber. Carl stares at the girl then back at the photo in shock. “What the hell?”

Dr. Sanderson goes to her. “Hello my dear, state your purpose in life.”

The girl smiles and speaks. “My purpose is to bring love and pleasure to my master. I must serve and obey him.”

“And who is your master?” Dr. Sanderson asks smiling.

“Sheik Hassan. He is my master.” She replies

Dr. Sanderson smiles even more. “Good, you may go with these men and be ready to meet your new master.” Two men in security suits entered to take her away.

“Thank you Doctor.” She turns and leaves with the men.

Carl feels like he is going to be sick. “What happened?”

Dr. Sanderson smiles like he has been looking forward to telling Carl about the device. “This device, using drugs, hypno therapy and various pieces of alteration can change a simple librarian into the perfect Sex Slave, Carl. That mousy haired brown eyed librarian is now the perfect Blond Blue Eyed big breasted pleasure girl ever created. She is not the first or the last. You don’t want to know what happened to my last Assistant Carl, such a shame to lose her.”

Carl shook off the shock and pressed on. “Wait, what about missing persons and…”

“Forget it, this device changes her fingerprints so they can’t trace her back to her again, and besides, you wouldn’t have even known it was her till I told you so, would you?”

Carl remembered something he read in a magazine before about how hypnotism works. “Wait hypno therapy? You can’t hypnotize someone into doing something they don’t want to do.”

Dr. Sanderson smiled again. “True, but my device found a way. Over stimulation of the mind to accept the role through pleasure, and signals flowing directly to the brain. She has forgotten her past as a librarian, it’s like she is born again. The true sense of control is that a chemical has been injected Betturkey into her to make her constantly aroused. She must always be ready for sex, and as she is always horny, her horny little mind now only seeks pleasure from her master. As she is constantly aroused she constantly needs affection, so that keeps the control in place. It’s perfect in its own way.”

“So you just take women off the streets and…”

“Not just women, whatever our clients want, whether it’s men or women. No children of course, I’m not a monster, only the legal age for sex.”

“Well it’s nice to know you have some kind of morals.” Carl said angrily.

Carl felt pride that he finally grew a set and started to speak out for himself, it feels good. Dr. Sanderson looked angry at Carl and marched over and slapped him across the face. “Don’t cross me Carl, my last Assistant ended up in the chamber, so you keep in line and accept what happens, plus you get a percentage of the profits. Stick with me, hide your morals and you will end up being rich my friend.”

Carl feels a tear running down his face as the sting of the slap gets hotter across his cheek. So much for standing up to his morals, he hates feeling less of a man when people hit him or call him names. It took him back to his horrible time in school; sissy and girly boy were favourite insults from the assholes of his school. A woman walks in holding a clipboard. “Sorry to disturb you Doctor, your two o’clock is here.”

“Thank you Shelly.” As she walks out he turns back to Carl. “Shelly accepts it; her payment is I made her Husband a more appropriate husband for her. Everyone has a fantasy, even women and they will hide their morals to get it. So Carl, maybe a love slave is needed for you to change your mind, think about it.”

Carl feels sicker as he watches Dr. Sanderson leave.

* * *

Dr. Sanderson entered his office and quickly checks his Bank details on his computer; the Sheik’s payment has gone in, his current balance stood at $560,567,098.00. Soon he would be a billionaire. A knock at the door came sounded. “Enter.”

A man in an expensive business suit walks in, he is 5,10 and well built with black hair combined to the side. “Ah Dr. Sanderson.” He says reaching out a hand to shake.

Dr. Sanderson takes it and smiles. “Mr. Walsh, welcome to my office.”

Mr. Walsh, or Gregory as he is named is a software Billionaire, made his first million with a new Software that could eradicate all Computer Virus’ without the need for Security programs, all internet security firms are now near Bankruptcy because of him. He has now made Billions from making other pieces of Software.

“Thank you for seeing me, I must admit I m rather embarrassed to be here.”

“Don’t be Mr. Walsh. I get many clients here asking for their perfect Desires, whether it be Men or Women. Drink?”

“Coffee please.”

Dr. Sanderson got Shelly to bring in Coffee and they sat and made small talk, computers and stock markets until Dr. Sanderson broke the tension. “So Mr. Walsh, what can we do for you today?”

“Well, tell me more about what your machine does.” Mr. Walsh enquired.

Dr. Sanderson nods and clears his throat. “Well, my machine has in built systems to transform anyone who is inside. A few years ago I worked various different jobs, including an assistant to a plastic surgeon. I found the techniques to be so obvious and plastic. So I started to develop my own methods. I can make a breast growth look real and natural; I discovered a formula that works. I found a way to chemically alter a human body and to look more real than real. You know why it looks real?”

Mr. Walsh shakes his head. “No.”

“Because it is real. My chemicals can naturally alter the body permanently and through mind altering methods I can change a personality to suit the needs of any customers. I can turn a straight man Gay, a lesbian to be straight and everything in between, whatever the needs of the customer, I provide Mr Walsh. So tell me, what is your fantasy? What can I create for you?”

Mr. Walsh coughs nervously. He then reaches into his inner pocket and takes out a sheet of paper and hands it to Dr. Sanderson and he reads it. He watches Dr. Sanderson’s eyes as he reads it and then nods and puts the paper down. “Interesting. I have never had a request for that before.”

“Is it a problem?” Mr. Walsh asks nervously.

“No, it can be done Mr. Walsh. But I will need to recalibrate the machine to do this. Tell me, why this fantasy if you don’t mind me asking?”

Mr. Walsh sighs letting his nervousness go as Dr. Sanderson doesn’t have a problem with the fantasy, then tells his reason. “Well, I was never into that sort of thing you know. I’m not Gay Dr. Sanderson I want to make that clear. I went on a company visit to Thailand, to open a new office there. I met a girl and we had some fun, big Breasts full lips, only she wasn’t a girl, she had a bigger cock than me. But instead of disgusting me it turned me on even Betturkey Giriş more. She gave the best blow job I have ever had and her Ass was so tight and firm. She never put it in me, I like to fuck them Dr. Sanderson. I don’t want to wake up finding it fucking me.”

“Don’t worry, we can build in a command so they will receive but never give. That won’t be a problem. How do you want it done, do we find a shemale, or turn a male into one?”

“Don’t care; just don’t let me see before pictures.”

“No problem. I have read the descriptions of your fantasy’s, the machine will need to be recalibrated and it will cost extra I’m afraid.”

“How much?” Mr. Walsh asked.

“Well.” Dr. Sanderson started to type. “We charge a million dollars for the person, plus an extra five hundred thousand to erase their past, plus equipment, tools, clothing and general brainwashing; it will cost about ten million dollars.”

Mr. Walsh thought about it and wrote a cheque and handed to Dr. Sanderson, who took it and read it, $15,000,000.00. “Mr. Walsh you are generous.”

“I just don’t want a standard job, it must be the best. You read my statements and fantasy’s, just get it done.” Mr. Walsh demanded while smiling to Dr. Sanderson, he is fighting getting a erection just thinking about what he is getting.

“I will, I begin a search for a suitable candidate right away.”

* * *

Carl is at home, he is drinking large amounts of alcohol trying to calm himself down. Why did he agree to this? Why put his life on the line for this? He is watching the news and checking his watch every few minutes, finally the phone rings and he answers it. “Hello?”

“Hey Sissy.”

It is his sister, she had caught him at a young age trying on her clothing out of curiosity, he used to love the feel of the sexy clothes and he felt sexy wearing them. He used to do it regularly until he was caught by his Sister when she came home early from School, and his Sister teased him about it since she caught him but she loves her brother and promised not to tell anyone as long as he didn’t do it again. A few years later, she came out of the closet, so he had a good reply. “Hey Dyke!”

“All right Carl I deserved that! But I’m Bi, not a lesbian.”

Carl laughed. “Sorry Sara. Just don’t call me that, it was embarrassing.”

“I know it was, now what did you find out today? Anything?”

Carl is not Dr. Sanderson’s assistant by choice, his Sister is a member of a Feminist Group and they had heard rumours that Dr. Sanderson is turning Girls into Sex Slaves, so thinking it wouldn’t be safe to send a Girl in undercover, they sent Carl in as bait being a Computer Genius made him perfect to infiltrate the place. He told her everything; she was angry at the situation yet happy that he had found out what is going on. “Also, I may not be safe, they do guys as well. They can make a Guy a sex toy for anyone. Shelly who works for him made her husband a slave for her.”

“Jesus, ok, can you hang on a little longer? We just need some physical evidence, can you get that?”

Carl’s heart sank, he would rather run away but she needed him and innocent people were at risk just so a few rich perverts could get a sex toy. “Ok, I’ll try sis. Call me daily; if I don’t answer then something has gone wrong!”

“Ok.” Sara Replied.

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Carl undid his Pony Tail letting his long hair flow then he gulped down his drink. He knew he was in for a long ride, he just prayed he didn’t get caught.

* * *

2 days Later:

Dr. Sanderson is furious, not only that he is having trouble finding a suitable candidate for Dr. Walsh’s fantasy, but he has just learned that files about the Device have gone missing! Designs, blueprints and files on how to change the settings and past candidates, and worst of all bits about clients, if the police got hold if those he would be fucked. There is a spy in his organisation and he needs to find out who it is quick. He is pacing his office at close to midnight trying to figure out what to do, he may need to refund Mr. Walsh’s money and hide. If those files got to the wrong people it could go up in smoke.

A knock at the door shook him out of his thought. “Enter.”

Shelly walks into the office in triumph holding some files, she then hands Dr. Sanderson a newspaper clipping. “Look at this; this is an article about a rally from some Feminists that got arrested for violence at their last protest. Look at the leader’s name.”

Dr. Sanderson read the name aloud. “Sara Duncan. So?”

She then hands him more files. “Well, I did some checking, she has a brother, a genius of a brother actually, named Carl Duncan, who is working for us under a false name, Carl Smith! He is her brother.” The files she handed him confirmed her research. They had enough money to find these things out and with paying the right people confidential files could end up on your desks very easily.

So Carl is the spy.

“Remind Betturkey Güncel Giriş me to give you a raise Shelly.” Dr. Sanderson says while smiling.

“Forget it; my hubby is the best payment I could have ever got.” She then pauses to think “But I could use another boy toy. Say an 18 year old boy.”

Dr. Sanderson smiles at her. “Done, you may go now.” She leaves the office smiling and Dr. Sanderson looks at the files again. “Oh Carl, you disappoint me. Let’s check you out shall we?” Dr. Sanderson checks his files, he is the right age group, height and he has a skinny frame much more feminine than masculine, he is not allergic to any of the drugs or substances needed to convert him and his hair is long enough to no longer need to hair extensions if someone else was to be picked. “Well, I think we found Walsh’s sex toy!”

* * *

Carl stepped into the building unaware he has been caught; unaware the machine has been calibrated overnight and loaded with the right materials needed. Carl opened the door and stepped into the big room where the cylinder Transformation Machine is kept, he saw Dr. Sanderson typing things in looking really frustrated and angry. “Piece of shit! Ah Carl, thank god your here.”

“What’s wrong?” Carl asked nervously.

“Something has gone wrong with the device, I tried to recalibrate it and it has fucking crashed. Something inside must be wrong. This is a two man job. I need to work this computer here; you need to step into the device…”

“What?” Carl interrupted sounding scared.

“You heard me, step into the device and read back to me the numbers that appear on the screen inside. Then I can fix it.”

Carl looks nervously at the machine. “I’m not sure about…”

“Look, it’s deactivated except for the computers, it’s perfectly safe Carl. Look, do this for me and I’ll pay you triple for the day, please just help me or we will lose a very valued client.”

Carl tried to read him, he seemed genuine and the machine did look off, it is dark inside and the only source of light was coming from a monitor. “Ok, I’ll do it.”

Dr. Sanderson patted him on the shoulder. “Good man, now I will be typing stuff here, just read out the replies so I can re-programme it.” He ran off to the computer on the other side while Carl nervously approached the door, he took a peek inside and tried to read the monitor from the door, but at a sideways glance it had a glare. He looks inside properly, there is a chair with straps attached, no doubt to force people to sit, a device that looks like it is a hairdresser’s hair dryer that fits over the head. Also mechanical arms all coming down from the ceiling. “Come on Carl I’m waiting.”

Carl took a breath and stepped in, his feet echoed as he walked up to the monitor. “Please input Key.” It read.

“It’s asking for an input key.” Carl called out.

“Right doing that, what else?”

The words changed. “Command 678.”

Carl read back the command.

“Ok, done.” Dr. Sanderson called.

The screen went blank, then words appeared. “Good Morning Carl Duncan, are you ready to be processed?”

Carl turned to run but the door to the chamber slammed shut, he got to it and pounded it in a panic. How did he find out his real name? And Processed into what? Suddenly the lights came on, a bright pink light filled the room and the chair turned towards him. A soft reassuring female voice spoke out. “Good Morning Mr Duncan, please sit so we can begin!”

He pounded the door again. “Let me out!”

“I will not ask again Mr. Duncan, please sit or force will be taken.” The Device said

“Fuck you, let me out.”

As he pounded the door, he didn’t notice the mechanical arm with the syringe approach his buttocks, it injected him, and he turned as the pain hit him. Suddenly he felt really weak and dizzy, his vision is blurry and as he began to fall, the arms grabbed him and placed him in the chair. “No.” He weakly said.

“There, isn’t that better Mr. Duncan? Now let’s get you out of those clothes!” The arms shot out and ripped off all his clothing, his lab jacket, his suit trousers underwear, shoes and socks all removed. He is now sitting naked in the chair with no strength to get him out. He felt a little shame as his cock has been exposed, he is so disorientated he can barley grasp what he should be more worried about. Suddenly the chairs restraints on the arms and legs secured him in place, and then the chair forced him into a standing position. The back pulled away so he was securely standing. “Now, let’s begin by removing your hair.”

“Hair?” Carl asked confused.

“A decent lady Mr. Duncan doesn’t have hair on their body do they?” The device asked sweetly.

Suddenly tubes appeared and started to spray a pink liquid on his body, on his arms, body, legs, ass and around his genitals. It was left until a burning sensation started. After what felt like hours, some hoses appeared and sprayed him with warm water, while other arms scrubbed him down. When they were done, not a hair is on his body except on his nut sack, but a razor appeared and started to take that off. Soon the only hair on his body is on his head. “When did you last shave your face Mr. Duncan?”

Still dazed, he answered. “This morning.”

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Morning rolled around early for me and wide awake. Not sure why as it wasn’t that early, early enough not to be awakened by the girls however. I trod off to the bathroom for morning relief. I decided to wake Puppy when I returned and ordered her to do the same. A plan of course, something neither of us had done in a while. I lovingly started in and we ended in a sixty-nine savoring each other. I hadn’t thought about Sarah arriving to wake us until I heard her heavy breathing and grunts over ours. It didn’t deter either of us reaching a mutual blissful satisfaction. Sarah either for that matter as she excitedly kissed us good morning.

Puppy and I showered together for the first time in a few days. Playfully treating each other to a nice gentle soaping and head scratching shampoo. Puppy dressed for exercise workout as was Sarah when I graced the breakfast table in their proper standing position. The daily activities in hand from the two, other than an early morning workout and work schedule from Sarah everything was on the new normal. Communication at breakfast works wonders instead of silence and grumpiness in other relationships. I knew what was on the dinner menu already. I lovingly kissed the girls goodbye as they saw me away to face the work day.

Kathy greeted me when I walked in with a smug smile instead of her gloomy don’t bother me while I drink my morning latte attitude. I noticed Mike was already busy and humming instead of watching Kathy from a distance before work actually started. It must have been a great afternoon for the two of them. I smiled at this but wondered how long before the newness wore off and problems arose. That is why I don’t like workplace romances like this. I had an option if it got out of hand as I could engineer a swap with Kathy as her job was interchangeable with other departments. I liked Kathy however and didn’t want it to come to that.

I decided I would have a talk with Kathy first and give her the warning first. She is a big girl and knew what was at stake. Mike is a different story and still wet behind the ears in the relationship department and gave me more room for concern. Talking to both of them would keep it on the down low I hope.

First I wanted to check my email for updates. Rikki didn’t let me down as she dropped me a line that I quickly read. Their sickness was over and felt fine again for starters. Chase had come home from the meeting a little shaken and in tears as he explained. I hadn’t expected him to break down as I read on. Basically it was what I had guessed, Monica begged and pleaded with Chase to change his mind without Cliff present, no surprise. Chase still didn’t trust her where he was concerned and Chance came to the rescue. She didn’t exactly know what their plan entailed as she and Jill were kept out of their discussion but they were moving to Sacramento if their accord was agreed to. Exact details would be known later today and she would call.

I thought it over for a while. Whatever the problem, it was really deep seeded and the twins didn’t want the girls to know what it was about. I wondered if that was a wise move or not. Might be more serious than anyone would guess and they wanted the girls kept in the dark about whatever. I was absolutely clueless as to why and must be a closely guarded family secret. Chance came up with an answer, so I determined it couldn’t be that serious. Maybe the problem affected Jill in some way and the reason they kept them both blind to the situation. I didn’t have much of an answer for them other than to tell them good luck, have a wonderful day and I would be waiting on their call.

I talked to Kathy after that privately and she understood my concerns and she promised. I know how that is, shit happens and runs down hill. Then I talked to both of them together giving fatherly advice and voiced my concerns. Me giving fatherly advice? That is a joke but what it felt like. Then I pointed them to the couple that was married in our department. They handle things and I am not sure how but they kept their home life and work life totally separate so I know it can be done.

The entire day went smoothly with work. The testing went great with one hundred percent matching findings and no glitches. I don’t know about the team in Albany but we were ecstatic here.

I got the call from Rikki about mid afternoon. Cliff had stepped in and took the boys in for another secret meeting first thing. Evidently Cliff came up with an idea all three agreed to rather quickly as it only took ten or fifteen minutes. They were all joking and laughing afterward. Monica wasn’t upset either so she must have been satisfied with the deal. They were staying in the Boston area as proposed on Sunday for three to five years then move to Sacramento. The house would remain a company asset but they would live there.

She also had a surprise for me. Cliff was seriously looking at me for a job as well. I had the qualifications he was looking for but didn’t know what the job was. She did know it was farther Betturkey out in the future and not immediate, how far she didn’t know. That told me they were still in the planning stages of something serious and not yet released publicly. With what I knew, it could be up to a year before full actual implementation. If I was a candidate for a job, my guess is about six months down the road at a minimum. Nothing to concern myself with for the time being though I figured the recruitment might be handled personally instead of with a headhunter. That might make it more difficult to turn down if he really wanted me.

The whole situation did ease my fears considerably. Cliff was a smart man and knows how to diffuse tense situations. He also looks at the big picture and decides what is best for all concerned. Rikki made the email sound like Monica had won. Cliff must have had a differing opinion and came up with an olive branch that made everyone happy. Sometimes, the answer is clear as muddy water but as the mud settles the water becomes clear once again. This was one of those times it appeared as long as no one stirs the water again.

Leaving for the day I noticed Mike escorting Kathy out. They were forcing themselves to behave like two kids at school that didn’t want anybody to know, I could tell. I thought that was a very good sign, they took my warning to heart. No one really knows about relationships completely. It could change on a moments notice, especially new ones. It could be over tomorrow, next week, three months from now.

I pondered that while I made my way home. The ex and I had been together for a long time in that regard and suddenly went south it seemed at the time but had really been slipping away longer than that. The newness with Puppy hadn’t worn off and I loved her more than I did yesterday. I loved Sarah also, maybe not in the same capacity but growing as well. I knew both of them loved me with everything they had to offer. All was right in the world in my mind. How was I going to be greeted at the door came to the forefront. What was she going to teach me this time? That had been her goal this entire week and it varied each day.

Needless to say I was disappointed when I opened the door and found no Puppy there to greet me. A note laid on the floor instead. Master, dinner is on the table waiting. I suggest you eat before it gets cold. Change clothes and I should be ready. Love as always Puppy. I was confused as all get out. What game was she playing this time?

I did as she said however. Baked liver and onions, corn, rolls and a bowl of cantaloupe squares for desert. It had appeared she had already eaten but mine was still very warm not cooled like it had been setting for a long time. It was a great meal but I didn’t enjoy it. It felt totally wrong without her. Why didn’t she text or call? Leave a note instead? What happened that she rushed off like that? I would have seen her, so she didn’t leave the building. The only person I saw was the new Erica when she got off the elevator, boy is she ever hot looking these days. Patrice? Needless to say I was a little upset but there had to be a reason. I felt I had time, so I did the dishes just to have something to do and cool down. That didn’t work but I kept my wits about me and didn’t let it fester. I went to change clothes as the note said. Odd the door was closed, we never close the door.

I opened the door to a wonderful site. Puppy tied spread eagle on the bed and gagged. She had made a special cuff for her cast and had the crop laying across her stomach.

“So this is the game you want to play tonight slave?” I stated a little upset. She nodded her head in the affirmative. I removed my clothes and remained naked.

“I am going to take it out on you as I would rather have my Puppy at the table. You could have done this a different way I think.” I said telling her my desire. Her eyes got a little wider at that admonishment as I picked up the crop.

I ran the flat pad of the crop across her cheeks to her chin, she rubbed back like a cat wanting the attention. I almost laughed at her reaction. I ran the crop down from her chin, neck, between her wonderful breasts whose nipples were hard and pointed like bullets, down her stomach circling her naval, to her mound then down the inside of her thigh to her knee, then down to her toes. She responded to the teasing as her nose was flaring from breathing harder with her body writhing to the touch. I switched legs and made the return trip the same.

I had seen the movies but I was actually hesitant as to where to strike first. Maybe more to point I worried about my own actions, she had me mildly upset and had done this on purpose. I had not used the crop before and she made sure she couldn’t guide me like last time. Her trust in me was absolute and I had to take that into consideration. I made up my mind as I began patting her tits and shoulders with the crop, not hard at first but I did increase the intensity as I went. Betturkey Giriş I paid attention to the sounds and her reactions at the same time. Evidently I was on the mark so far.

I teased her nipples before I gave them a good jolt with the crop. She acted wildly with an audible grunt through the gag. Saliva already running from both corners of her mouth. Her head wasn’t saying no as that was the telltale sign I was told about being too much. I teased her nipples more before I gave them a harder snap. She acted even wilder and the grunt turned into a muffled scream this time. I think I had found the point she wanted, instead of using the crop I used my fingers to pinch, pull and roll her nipples. She arched her chest into that action, I knew she was loving the treatment so far. I was taking it painstakingly slow as well, I was learning. I had to use my judgment on how much was enough to a given area. So I smacked them one more time with the crop, I felt it was lighter than the last time. Puppy arched her shoulders again, screamed but I saw the head movement meaning no more. I rubbed her nipples with the pad then moved down to tease her stomach. I decided to remove the gag at this time as I had a question that I wanted a response.

“Was your reaction because it was enough or did it hurt your ribs?” I asked thinking she might have had a reaction that maybe I didn’t comprehend.

“No Master, peanuts.” She stated breathing hard. I hadn’t realized I was hard as hell til this point. I left the gag draped around her neck as I picked up the crop and continued my on the job training.

I had misgivings so I took it real easy patting her stomach and rib area. She stayed silent while I played and toyed with her in that area. She knew what I was thinking and may have agreed in her mind though she was writhing from the tickling I was giving her. I even tickled her with my fingers letting her struggle and giggle out loud.

I then began on the inside of her thighs, she took those real well regardless of the hardness of my torturous attack. It was easy to see she was turned on as her pussy was seeping down her ass. I couldn’t resist nestling between her legs licking her dewy moisture and teasing her rock hard clit. She was bouncing the best she could to get the fullest pleasure from my actions. Her gasps of pleasure and moans turning me on further. I was at the point of no return almost but held myself off. I may have surprised her as well. I began tickling and snapping the soles of her feet. It was actually funny hearing her go from giggling and writhing to grunts and writhing at the same time, her toes wiggling away.

Then came the moment of truth and made it sudden as a surprise as well. I snapped her clit with the crop. That got her attention as she howled from the pain or was it pleasure I wasn’t sure but it made her juices flow freely and she arched her hips wildly in the air. I think she had an orgasm so I asked after she collapsed.

“Puppy, you didn’t cum without permission did you?” I asked surprised.

“Yes …Master, you didn’t say… I couldn’t.” She stammered out.

True I never said she couldn’t and I drove her to the maddening desire she wanted. Well now, she got what she wanted, time for what I wanted this time. It wouldn’t take long either the state I was in.

I released her from her shackles wondering how she got tied up in the first place. She couldn’t have done this herself I thought. Sarah was at work, so who helped I wondered. First things first, my satisfaction.

I was dripping wet also. I laid down and had Puppy use her delightful mouth on me. She was more than happy to oblige me in this matter. I almost changed my mind in what I was going to do, but I figured if I put it in her ass I would be done within a minute. What I had planned wouldn’t have been any longer the way I felt. It didn’t take long til she was bobbing up and down on my cock coaxing my cum out of me but not deeply. Exactly what I was waiting for this time. I had been tentative before but this time I grabbed her head and forced her down. It may have surprised her at first and allowed her to pull back then went at it again. I didn’t last long as I spurted glob after glob with her mouth impaled forcibly. It wasn’t her first dance at the rodeo and knew what I wanted. I did finally release her head as she was starting to struggle, she only came off for air made a few licks and went after more til I couldn’t take it anymore.

I pulled her in for hugs and kisses and both of us were in seventh heaven with the afterglow of satisfaction.

“Couldn’t you have found another way of doing this. I really liked our dinner routine and I missed not having you there?” I asked.

“I know Master. I couldn’t think of another way without dinner being late or cold. I really wanted to be tied up and this was the only way I could think of. I even thought about waiting til Sarah was here so she could help and you wouldn’t be lonely for dinner but it Betturkey Güncel Giriş wouldn’t have been a surprise. I thought this was the best idea.” she replied.

“Who helped you?” I asked since I knew Sarah was at work.

“Um Erica Master, she returned the crock pot. I had her help tie me up and set the dinner on the table for you. She had Fred buzz her to know when you came in so she could make the last preparations and leave.” Puppy explained.

“You women are all alike aren’t you?” I said in mock disbelief.

“Actually yes. We have one goal and that is to please our Master.” She giggled out.

“More like both of us.” I said shaking my head.

“That is also true Master.” She said with a wink.

We cuddled and kissed some more. Puppy began playing with my cock again getting it hard. We were at it again fucking each other like two teenagers in no time. That was just as blissful and satisfying to me, probably both of us. I didn’t think about her ribs this time and neither did she. We took a shower afterward and wore nothing more than our robes.

Puppy was happy I did the dishes as an added treat. I complimented her on dinner as it was delectable. We talked about the outcome with the twins. Puppy was actually relieved they were staying for a while. She didn’t know what to make about a possible job offer where I was concerned. I didn’t either in all reality but I would listen to the offer with both ears as it could be very compelling.

I did find out about sports for Jenifer, she was a Cubs, Bears, Blackhawks and Bulls fan of course, not die hard but knew the games. She grew up on them, either watch or be totally bored as she put it. She had even been to a few games before with Lionel. It was one of those things she could take or leave. I was a Red Sox and Patriots fan of course and would go to a Yankees or Mets game once in a while. I didn’t follow the Sox or baseball all that much. Football was a different story however, nothing better to do on a fall Sunday most generally.

Sarah came home and surprised both of us. She already wore her collar and removed her clothes at the door, nothing more than the her blouse and skirt she wore. She pulled the leash from her purse and put it on then got on all fours. Puppy looked at me and shrugged her shoulders looking as confused as me by her actions. I went and ordered Sarah to stand, fix me a glass of wine, Puppy a wine cooler and which ever she wanted. I just had that sneaking suspicion nagging at me that she needed to get something off her chest and more of a burden for me.

While she was off fixing the drinks, I arranged the furniture so she could sit in the recliner facing us. We all got comfortable, Sarah sitting the widest she could which I noticed and easily saw she was wet with excitement.

“Okay Tinkle, explain yourself.” I gave my best ordering voice.

“Yes Sir. I took a willing gamble with the two of you from the start. I wanted to live the only part of my life I loved and missed, I saw that in the two of you. It quickly developed into real love for me as you know. While the two of you were in Boston I had time to think about everything and do research like you Master. Knowing the situation, I understand why I entertained the idea with my ex and his girlfriend though I wouldn’t have been happy. I am sure I was being set up for something devious and don’t know how they found out. A guess perhaps or they talked to my old roommate which is more likely, we still keep in touch. Your timely offer and with Jen’s understanding I accepted easily. After last night you took everything for my benefit and happiness even if it is only a good future plan for my well being. I agreed of course which means I am no longer your submissive but your willing slave just like Jen. I am proud to be your slave and I am trying to act accordingly. That is what I want and it is irrevocable.” Sarah explained smiling.

“The display was your submission to the fact?” I asked understanding.

“Yes Master.” Sarah stated.

“I liked it though neither of us understood why.” I said as I looked at Jen who smiled, nodded and winked. She had a point after thinking it over. I did take full control because that is what she wanted. I had never fully thought of the consequences. I was thinking two submissive wives but that wasn’t it. I had two slaves that thought of themselves as my wives at the same time in my perspective.

“First rule. Neither one of you will address me as Master, I hate that from the two of you. You will address me as Sir in answer to an order or when deemed necessary. Understood?” I explained.

“Yes Sir!” They both chorused. All three of us broke out laughing over that. It was deemed necessary even in my pathetic mind but it was still funny.

“Second rule. I will only use your slave names when giving orders, commands or when something dictates your attention.” I said.

“Yes Sir!” They chorused again.

“Leave the mess til morning. It is time for bed.” I ordered standing. I helped Jenifer and Sarah up. I held their hands while I led them to my bedroom. I was inexplicably turned on and I knew Sarah was as well. The three of us had a wonderful bout where Sarah was the object of all our lust. I think we all fell asleep in a tangled web of arms and legs.

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The Transformation Device Ch. 01

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Author’s Note. A friend of mine dared me to write a story about a Transsexual so I wrote this story, he loved it so I have decided to share it with others who enjoy this kind of erotica. This story was written for fun and does not reflect the views of the author, nothing in this story is possible and contains fantasy situations. Let me know what you think and I will share the rest if required. Enjoy

Chapter 1.

Some call Dr. Sanderson a madman; he calls himself a genius, either way he is not to be trifled with. He is well on his way to becoming a billionaire all from his new invention, he simply called it, The Transformation device.

He is 5,9 with short brown hair in his early 30’s. He is walking around a huge cylinder shaped device with various computer monitors and keyboards attached a clock on the device in counting down, 2 minutes left. He smiles and starts typing in various things. A door opens and in steps his new assistant Carl, he is 5,6 with long brown hair in a pony tail, he is in his early 20’s and is also a Genius in his own right. His problem is he was so skinny he often got made fun of by bigger men, which makes him really insecure about his own ideas and thoughts. Even in School he was picked on the most for his short skinny frame by athletes and popular people, school was tough on him and it reflects in his day to day life.

Carl goes over to Dr. Sanderson and also starts typing things. Carl sees a photo of a young woman on the side; she is very short with dark hair and thick glasses on. He recognises her from the newspaper, some girl who got abducted last night. “Is this the girl that went missing? The Librarian?” He asks showing Dr. Sanderson the photo.

Dr. Sanderson looks over and smiles at the photo. “Yes she is.”

Carl looked confused. “Well, where is she? And why do you have her photo?”

Dr. Sanderson looked at Carl then indicated to the Cylinder device. Carl looked at it and back again in confusion. “I don’t understand, I thought it was to be used for helping people.”

Dr. Sanderson laughed a sinister laugh and marched over to Carl and patted him on the shoulder. “We do my friend, we help our clients.”

“So she is a client?” Carl asked hopefully.

Dr. Sanderson laughed again. “No, the Sheik is. You know what this device does?”

Carl thought back to his short but brief interview for the job and his requirements in helping to maintain the device in question. “Only bits and pieces, it changes people, it can make them better.”

“Yes, exactly. Now Carl, it’s time you learned another part of what we do here. This device is a Transformation Device; right now our librarian is inside being changed to suit the needs of the Sheik.” An alarm goes off indicating the procedure is over. “Ah, ready?”

Dr. Sanderson types a few commands and the doors open, inside are various bits of equipment and a Chair, sitting in the Chair is a beautiful Blond DD breasted Girl with stunning Blue Eyes wearing a belly dancer costume of purple silk with gold patterns running through it. She smiles at Carl and Dr. Sanderson, she stands up and gets out of the Chamber. Carl stares at the girl then back at the photo in shock. “What the hell?”

Dr. Sanderson goes to her. “Hello my dear, state your purpose in life.”

The girl smiles and speaks. “My purpose is to bring love and pleasure to my master. I must serve and obey him.”

“And who is your master?” Dr. Sanderson asks smiling.

“Sheik Hassan. He is my master.” She replies

Dr. Sanderson smiles even more. “Good, you may go with these men and be ready to meet your new master.” Two men in security suits entered to take her away.

“Thank you Doctor.” She turns and leaves with the men.

Carl feels like he is going to be sick. “What happened?”

Dr. Sanderson smiles like he has been looking forward to telling Carl about the device. “This device, using drugs, hypno therapy and various pieces of alteration can change a simple librarian into the perfect Sex Slave, Carl. That mousy haired brown eyed librarian is now the perfect Blond Blue Eyed big breasted pleasure girl ever created. She is not the first or the last. You don’t want to know what happened to my last Assistant Carl, such a shame to lose her.”

Carl shook off the shock and pressed on. “Wait, what about missing persons and…”

“Forget it, this device changes her fingerprints so they can’t trace her back to her again, and besides, you wouldn’t have even known it was her till I told you so, would you?”

Carl remembered something he read in a magazine before about how hypnotism works. “Wait hypno therapy? You can’t hypnotize someone into doing something they don’t want to do.”

Dr. Sanderson smiled again. “True, but my device found a way. Over stimulation of the mind to accept the role through pleasure, and signals flowing directly to the brain. She has forgotten her past as a librarian, it’s like she is born again. The true sense of control is that a chemical has been injected Betturkey into her to make her constantly aroused. She must always be ready for sex, and as she is always horny, her horny little mind now only seeks pleasure from her master. As she is constantly aroused she constantly needs affection, so that keeps the control in place. It’s perfect in its own way.”

“So you just take women off the streets and…”

“Not just women, whatever our clients want, whether it’s men or women. No children of course, I’m not a monster, only the legal age for sex.”

“Well it’s nice to know you have some kind of morals.” Carl said angrily.

Carl felt pride that he finally grew a set and started to speak out for himself, it feels good. Dr. Sanderson looked angry at Carl and marched over and slapped him across the face. “Don’t cross me Carl, my last Assistant ended up in the chamber, so you keep in line and accept what happens, plus you get a percentage of the profits. Stick with me, hide your morals and you will end up being rich my friend.”

Carl feels a tear running down his face as the sting of the slap gets hotter across his cheek. So much for standing up to his morals, he hates feeling less of a man when people hit him or call him names. It took him back to his horrible time in school; sissy and girly boy were favourite insults from the assholes of his school. A woman walks in holding a clipboard. “Sorry to disturb you Doctor, your two o’clock is here.”

“Thank you Shelly.” As she walks out he turns back to Carl. “Shelly accepts it; her payment is I made her Husband a more appropriate husband for her. Everyone has a fantasy, even women and they will hide their morals to get it. So Carl, maybe a love slave is needed for you to change your mind, think about it.”

Carl feels sicker as he watches Dr. Sanderson leave.

* * *

Dr. Sanderson entered his office and quickly checks his Bank details on his computer; the Sheik’s payment has gone in, his current balance stood at $560,567,098.00. Soon he would be a billionaire. A knock at the door came sounded. “Enter.”

A man in an expensive business suit walks in, he is 5,10 and well built with black hair combined to the side. “Ah Dr. Sanderson.” He says reaching out a hand to shake.

Dr. Sanderson takes it and smiles. “Mr. Walsh, welcome to my office.”

Mr. Walsh, or Gregory as he is named is a software Billionaire, made his first million with a new Software that could eradicate all Computer Virus’ without the need for Security programs, all internet security firms are now near Bankruptcy because of him. He has now made Billions from making other pieces of Software.

“Thank you for seeing me, I must admit I m rather embarrassed to be here.”

“Don’t be Mr. Walsh. I get many clients here asking for their perfect Desires, whether it be Men or Women. Drink?”

“Coffee please.”

Dr. Sanderson got Shelly to bring in Coffee and they sat and made small talk, computers and stock markets until Dr. Sanderson broke the tension. “So Mr. Walsh, what can we do for you today?”

“Well, tell me more about what your machine does.” Mr. Walsh enquired.

Dr. Sanderson nods and clears his throat. “Well, my machine has in built systems to transform anyone who is inside. A few years ago I worked various different jobs, including an assistant to a plastic surgeon. I found the techniques to be so obvious and plastic. So I started to develop my own methods. I can make a breast growth look real and natural; I discovered a formula that works. I found a way to chemically alter a human body and to look more real than real. You know why it looks real?”

Mr. Walsh shakes his head. “No.”

“Because it is real. My chemicals can naturally alter the body permanently and through mind altering methods I can change a personality to suit the needs of any customers. I can turn a straight man Gay, a lesbian to be straight and everything in between, whatever the needs of the customer, I provide Mr Walsh. So tell me, what is your fantasy? What can I create for you?”

Mr. Walsh coughs nervously. He then reaches into his inner pocket and takes out a sheet of paper and hands it to Dr. Sanderson and he reads it. He watches Dr. Sanderson’s eyes as he reads it and then nods and puts the paper down. “Interesting. I have never had a request for that before.”

“Is it a problem?” Mr. Walsh asks nervously.

“No, it can be done Mr. Walsh. But I will need to recalibrate the machine to do this. Tell me, why this fantasy if you don’t mind me asking?”

Mr. Walsh sighs letting his nervousness go as Dr. Sanderson doesn’t have a problem with the fantasy, then tells his reason. “Well, I was never into that sort of thing you know. I’m not Gay Dr. Sanderson I want to make that clear. I went on a company visit to Thailand, to open a new office there. I met a girl and we had some fun, big Breasts full lips, only she wasn’t a girl, she had a bigger cock than me. But instead of disgusting me it turned me on even Betturkey Giriş more. She gave the best blow job I have ever had and her Ass was so tight and firm. She never put it in me, I like to fuck them Dr. Sanderson. I don’t want to wake up finding it fucking me.”

“Don’t worry, we can build in a command so they will receive but never give. That won’t be a problem. How do you want it done, do we find a shemale, or turn a male into one?”

“Don’t care; just don’t let me see before pictures.”

“No problem. I have read the descriptions of your fantasy’s, the machine will need to be recalibrated and it will cost extra I’m afraid.”

“How much?” Mr. Walsh asked.

“Well.” Dr. Sanderson started to type. “We charge a million dollars for the person, plus an extra five hundred thousand to erase their past, plus equipment, tools, clothing and general brainwashing; it will cost about ten million dollars.”

Mr. Walsh thought about it and wrote a cheque and handed to Dr. Sanderson, who took it and read it, $15,000,000.00. “Mr. Walsh you are generous.”

“I just don’t want a standard job, it must be the best. You read my statements and fantasy’s, just get it done.” Mr. Walsh demanded while smiling to Dr. Sanderson, he is fighting getting a erection just thinking about what he is getting.

“I will, I begin a search for a suitable candidate right away.”

* * *

Carl is at home, he is drinking large amounts of alcohol trying to calm himself down. Why did he agree to this? Why put his life on the line for this? He is watching the news and checking his watch every few minutes, finally the phone rings and he answers it. “Hello?”

“Hey Sissy.”

It is his sister, she had caught him at a young age trying on her clothing out of curiosity, he used to love the feel of the sexy clothes and he felt sexy wearing them. He used to do it regularly until he was caught by his Sister when she came home early from School, and his Sister teased him about it since she caught him but she loves her brother and promised not to tell anyone as long as he didn’t do it again. A few years later, she came out of the closet, so he had a good reply. “Hey Dyke!”

“All right Carl I deserved that! But I’m Bi, not a lesbian.”

Carl laughed. “Sorry Sara. Just don’t call me that, it was embarrassing.”

“I know it was, now what did you find out today? Anything?”

Carl is not Dr. Sanderson’s assistant by choice, his Sister is a member of a Feminist Group and they had heard rumours that Dr. Sanderson is turning Girls into Sex Slaves, so thinking it wouldn’t be safe to send a Girl in undercover, they sent Carl in as bait being a Computer Genius made him perfect to infiltrate the place. He told her everything; she was angry at the situation yet happy that he had found out what is going on. “Also, I may not be safe, they do guys as well. They can make a Guy a sex toy for anyone. Shelly who works for him made her husband a slave for her.”

“Jesus, ok, can you hang on a little longer? We just need some physical evidence, can you get that?”

Carl’s heart sank, he would rather run away but she needed him and innocent people were at risk just so a few rich perverts could get a sex toy. “Ok, I’ll try sis. Call me daily; if I don’t answer then something has gone wrong!”

“Ok.” Sara Replied.

They said their goodbyes and hung up. Carl undid his Pony Tail letting his long hair flow then he gulped down his drink. He knew he was in for a long ride, he just prayed he didn’t get caught.

* * *

2 days Later:

Dr. Sanderson is furious, not only that he is having trouble finding a suitable candidate for Dr. Walsh’s fantasy, but he has just learned that files about the Device have gone missing! Designs, blueprints and files on how to change the settings and past candidates, and worst of all bits about clients, if the police got hold if those he would be fucked. There is a spy in his organisation and he needs to find out who it is quick. He is pacing his office at close to midnight trying to figure out what to do, he may need to refund Mr. Walsh’s money and hide. If those files got to the wrong people it could go up in smoke.

A knock at the door shook him out of his thought. “Enter.”

Shelly walks into the office in triumph holding some files, she then hands Dr. Sanderson a newspaper clipping. “Look at this; this is an article about a rally from some Feminists that got arrested for violence at their last protest. Look at the leader’s name.”

Dr. Sanderson read the name aloud. “Sara Duncan. So?”

She then hands him more files. “Well, I did some checking, she has a brother, a genius of a brother actually, named Carl Duncan, who is working for us under a false name, Carl Smith! He is her brother.” The files she handed him confirmed her research. They had enough money to find these things out and with paying the right people confidential files could end up on your desks very easily.

So Carl is the spy.

“Remind Betturkey Güncel Giriş me to give you a raise Shelly.” Dr. Sanderson says while smiling.

“Forget it; my hubby is the best payment I could have ever got.” She then pauses to think “But I could use another boy toy. Say an 18 year old boy.”

Dr. Sanderson smiles at her. “Done, you may go now.” She leaves the office smiling and Dr. Sanderson looks at the files again. “Oh Carl, you disappoint me. Let’s check you out shall we?” Dr. Sanderson checks his files, he is the right age group, height and he has a skinny frame much more feminine than masculine, he is not allergic to any of the drugs or substances needed to convert him and his hair is long enough to no longer need to hair extensions if someone else was to be picked. “Well, I think we found Walsh’s sex toy!”

* * *

Carl stepped into the building unaware he has been caught; unaware the machine has been calibrated overnight and loaded with the right materials needed. Carl opened the door and stepped into the big room where the cylinder Transformation Machine is kept, he saw Dr. Sanderson typing things in looking really frustrated and angry. “Piece of shit! Ah Carl, thank god your here.”

“What’s wrong?” Carl asked nervously.

“Something has gone wrong with the device, I tried to recalibrate it and it has fucking crashed. Something inside must be wrong. This is a two man job. I need to work this computer here; you need to step into the device…”

“What?” Carl interrupted sounding scared.

“You heard me, step into the device and read back to me the numbers that appear on the screen inside. Then I can fix it.”

Carl looks nervously at the machine. “I’m not sure about…”

“Look, it’s deactivated except for the computers, it’s perfectly safe Carl. Look, do this for me and I’ll pay you triple for the day, please just help me or we will lose a very valued client.”

Carl tried to read him, he seemed genuine and the machine did look off, it is dark inside and the only source of light was coming from a monitor. “Ok, I’ll do it.”

Dr. Sanderson patted him on the shoulder. “Good man, now I will be typing stuff here, just read out the replies so I can re-programme it.” He ran off to the computer on the other side while Carl nervously approached the door, he took a peek inside and tried to read the monitor from the door, but at a sideways glance it had a glare. He looks inside properly, there is a chair with straps attached, no doubt to force people to sit, a device that looks like it is a hairdresser’s hair dryer that fits over the head. Also mechanical arms all coming down from the ceiling. “Come on Carl I’m waiting.”

Carl took a breath and stepped in, his feet echoed as he walked up to the monitor. “Please input Key.” It read.

“It’s asking for an input key.” Carl called out.

“Right doing that, what else?”

The words changed. “Command 678.”

Carl read back the command.

“Ok, done.” Dr. Sanderson called.

The screen went blank, then words appeared. “Good Morning Carl Duncan, are you ready to be processed?”

Carl turned to run but the door to the chamber slammed shut, he got to it and pounded it in a panic. How did he find out his real name? And Processed into what? Suddenly the lights came on, a bright pink light filled the room and the chair turned towards him. A soft reassuring female voice spoke out. “Good Morning Mr Duncan, please sit so we can begin!”

He pounded the door again. “Let me out!”

“I will not ask again Mr. Duncan, please sit or force will be taken.” The Device said

“Fuck you, let me out.”

As he pounded the door, he didn’t notice the mechanical arm with the syringe approach his buttocks, it injected him, and he turned as the pain hit him. Suddenly he felt really weak and dizzy, his vision is blurry and as he began to fall, the arms grabbed him and placed him in the chair. “No.” He weakly said.

“There, isn’t that better Mr. Duncan? Now let’s get you out of those clothes!” The arms shot out and ripped off all his clothing, his lab jacket, his suit trousers underwear, shoes and socks all removed. He is now sitting naked in the chair with no strength to get him out. He felt a little shame as his cock has been exposed, he is so disorientated he can barley grasp what he should be more worried about. Suddenly the chairs restraints on the arms and legs secured him in place, and then the chair forced him into a standing position. The back pulled away so he was securely standing. “Now, let’s begin by removing your hair.”

“Hair?” Carl asked confused.

“A decent lady Mr. Duncan doesn’t have hair on their body do they?” The device asked sweetly.

Suddenly tubes appeared and started to spray a pink liquid on his body, on his arms, body, legs, ass and around his genitals. It was left until a burning sensation started. After what felt like hours, some hoses appeared and sprayed him with warm water, while other arms scrubbed him down. When they were done, not a hair is on his body except on his nut sack, but a razor appeared and started to take that off. Soon the only hair on his body is on his head. “When did you last shave your face Mr. Duncan?”

Still dazed, he answered. “This morning.”

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Fifty Shades of Gay

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One minute i’m in the bar signing the contract with Chris Gay, the next i’m out cold. When I wake, I feel extremely groggy and unfocused. I move to stretch but my wrists are bound over my head. I start to panic as everything falls into place. There’s a ball gag in my mouth and my legs are tied just as tightly as my wrists. I can’t even look around because a thin leather strip covers my eyes.

That bastard Chris must’ve drugged me last night after I drunkenly signed his…Oh God help me…I signed a bondage contract.

I struggle frantically, trying desperately to move but all I can think is that i’m naked, tied and ready for him. I hear footsteps enter the room and I start to feel more self conscious of my vulnerable state. As if on cue, my cock leaps to attention.

“Ah, so you’re finally awake Adam.” His voice is like melting chocolate, So deep and rich that I just want to swim in it. Probably part of the reason my drunken self was so willing to sign all my freedom away. I try to curse him through my gag but it’s no use.

“Now, now Adam Feele. You signed my contract and now you are mine to do with as I see fit.”

I feel Betturkey so angry at him but there isn’t a damn thing I can do but lie there. I hear him move across the room and open a drawer. He finds what he’s looking for because after a few seconds I hear him make his way back to side of the bed.

“Oh Adam my dear boy, it seems you are leaking. If you hate this so much then why is your cock weeping for my attention?”

I blush furiously at his teasing words. He’s right and I can’t help but feel pissed that i’m so sensitive to his influence.

A few seconds pass before my brain registers the feeling of something trailing up my thigh. It’s a light and tickly feeling, probably a feather. I feel every fiber of it tracing up my thigh, then my hips and next my abdomen. I realize the only reason i’m so sensitive is because he has shaved me.

The feather reaches my chest and flicks over my nipples. I moan and twist in my bonds a bit. My nipples are extremely sensitive especially to the feather.

It makes it’s way into my armpit and I try to stifle a giggle. It dances round and round the ticklish flesh there and I Betturkey Giriş can’t help but laugh. I pull and beg through my gag but it doesn’t stop.

“Is Adam a bit ticklish in his armpits? Poor boy. Guess i’ll have to move else where.”

The tickling in my armpits stop but I have a feeling worse is yet to come. Without warning he flicks the tip of the feather over one of my balls and I gasp. I feel sweat break out all over my body. My balls are too sensitive for him to do this. I’ll do anything to make him stop. I can’t really tell him that though due to the gag.

I feel the feather lightly move around in the crevice right beside my sack. I can’t control myself anymore and I go ballistic (Literally!). I moan and beg through my gag as the feather assaults my freshly shaven balls. Although i’m in distress, it all seems to make my cock grow larger. I need release. I need some friction.

My hips buck involuntarily and the feather only makes my need worse as it moves up my swollen shaft. I can feel pre-cum oozing out of the tip and it drives me mad that I can’t stroke myself.

“Seems this feather has Betturkey Güncel Giriş lost it’s appeal to me. I think i’ll choose another toy.” Chris’s voice is teasing and all I can do is keep bucking my hips, hoping that he’ll understand my need.

Suddenly as if by some miracle I feel something warm touching my cock. A tongue swirls around my shaft, lapping at the pre-cum and licking down towards my balls. I moan in Ecstasy as I realize Chris is sucking me off. All I want is to shoot my load in his hot mouth but he’s an expert at teasing. He works slowly so I can’t cum but it builds me up all the same.

He finally takes me all in his mouth, lightly pumping me with it as he does. I feel so close. I’m about to…! He stops sucking as suddenly as he started.

I scream through the gag in frustration and anger. How can he do that!? It isn’t fair!

“Seems my Pet is getting a bit upset. Maybe I should leave him here to think about what he’s done. All alone, tied and unable to touch himself? Would that make you feel better Adam?” His words are menacing and I shake my head no frantically. Anything but that. At least if he’s here with me, he’ll be touching me which is better than being left here alone horny as hell.

I feel so embarrassed that he can control me so easily. But he can and will. I only hope I can please him enough to receive some release but I don’t see that happening anytime soon… To be continued.

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The Saree Bet Ch. 01

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My name is Ishita. However, I didn’t always go by this name — I was called Ishaan before. I grew up in a middle class Indian family in the suburbs of Delhi. I was very shy and awkward growing up. And girls just scared the hell out of me.

I was around 5 feet 5 inches tall and had a slim body. I also had shoulder length hair. I had grown my hair over the holidays so that I could have a rock star look for college.

It was the first day of college and I was really excited. I was moving out of my parent’s place and moving into the college hostel in Bangalore. I would finally be independent — a new city full of new opportunities for the next phase of my life. It was also the day I met Saloni for the first time.

I had just settled into my room in the boy’s hostel. They were individual rooms — around 10 feet by 10 feet — nothing luxurious, but still it would give me all the privacy I needed. My room was at the end of the hallway on the first floor. After unpacking my stuff, I went out and met with my neighbours for the next four years. In the room next to mine, was Aayush — he was a local boy, from Bangalore itself. Pranav and Neel were in the rooms opposite ours — they were both from Mumbai, and it seems they were friends from before.

The four of us soon became friends. After our introductions, we locked up our rooms and left for the orientation seminar scheduled for the afternoon that day. In the seminar, we were just given the basic rules and regulations of the college, a college map, our class schedules and such. After the seminar, the four of us thought it would be a good idea to explore the campus.

We were just exiting the building when I realised, I had forgot my orientation folder in the seminar hall.

‘Why don’t you guys go ahead. I’ll catch up with you’ll,’ I told them.

‘Sure. We’ll head towards the basketball court. See you in a bit,’ Aayush replied back.

I ran back to the seminar hall. It looked empty. However, when I entered, I saw that a professor and a girl were standing at the front near the stage. It seemed the professor was reprimanding her for some reason. I quietly moved towards the seat where I had left my folder and picked it up.

I was just leaving the hall, when the professor shouted, ‘Hey you. What are you doing? Come here.’

I realised the professor was talking to me and reluctantly moved towards him.

He again repeated, ‘What are you doing here? The orientation finished ten minutes ago.’

I nervously mumbled something about how I had forgotten my folder.

He retorted, ‘Who knows what will happen of this generation. So careless and irresponsible.’

The professor continued, ‘Good, at least you attended the orientation. This silly girl came late to the first day of college,’ pointing to the girl next to him.

I shifted my attention from the professor to the girl for the first time. She was tall, around an inch or so taller than me, with dark brown eyes. She was wearing a loose fitting blue kurti with palazzo pants. She had her hair tied down in a single plait resting over her right shoulder. I could see that her cheeks were flushed red, probably from the embarrassment of being shouted at on the first day of college.

‘Since you attended the orientation, I give you the responsibility of bringing this silly girl up to speed,’ saying so, the professor handed over one of the leftover folders to the girl and left briskly.

Both of us were silent for a few moments and then the girl stretched her hand out and said, ‘Hi, I am Saloni.’

Now I have always been shy around girls, but there was something about the look in her eyes that made me relax.

‘Hey, I am Ishaan,’ I replied, shaking her hand. I didn’t know it then, but Saloni would someday turn my life upside down.

‘I am so sorry to be a burden on you. But my train was late and then I didn’t know my way here. The professor was just so rude.’ Saloni said.

How could a pretty girl like her ever be a burden to anyone, I thought and replied, ‘Don’t worry about it. The professors just what to show who’s the boss here. Anyway how can I help you?’

Soon I had brought her up to speed about the orientation seminar. After that we got to talking more — I learnt that she was also from Delhi. Feeling a bit more confident now, I asked her, ‘My friends and I are going to explore the campus. Do you want to join us?’

‘Sure. That would be nice. I don’t really know anyone else here,’ she replied.

We met up with the rest of the guys and I introduced her to them. And soon enough our group of four had become five. We spent the rest of the day exploring the college campus.

* Betturkey * *

As the months passed, the five of us got closer. We were in the same class and spent most of our free time together. Of course, Saloni being the only girl in the group, was the point of focus — the remaining four of us always tried to get more attention from her.

One day, the four of us were sitting in Aayush’s room in the evening chilling. Saloni had just left, as girls were not allowed in the boy’s hostel after dark.

Pranav started, ‘So who do you think among us, is going to make Saloni his girlfriend.’

Now, this was a topic all of us had thought about on our own, but never discussed it out in public.

I quickly replied, ‘I get the first try. I am the one who introduced her to our group.’

To this, Neel replied, ‘What’s that got to do with anything? I am the most good looking of the four of us. She should be my girlfriend.’

Aayush said, ‘I am the strongest of the four of us. I should get the first shot at her.’

Soon we were arguing, who had the best claim on her. Finally we decided, we would let Saloni decide and we came up with a plan.

Saloni had previously told us that over the weekend, she was going to receive a box full of her stuff from home and would need our help to move the stuff from the post office to her room. We decided that we would tell her that three of us have to stay back and only one of us could be spared.

We decided whoever she picked, would get the first shot at her.

* * *

The weekend rolled in. We were sitting in the college canteen having lunch. Saloni came in. She was wearing a wearing a pink and orange tight fitting salwar kameez. It accentuated her figure in all the right places.

And sure enough Saloni came to us and said, ‘Hey guys. I need your help to move my stuff. Are you’ll free now.’

Aayush replied, ‘Actually we have some plans for this afternoon. We have to help out with the preparation for the college festival. However, you can take one of us, if you want.’

The four of us waited with anticipation to see who she’d pick.

She deliberated for a moment and finally replied, ‘Oh. OK then. It’s not like there is a lot of stuff. One guy should suffice. Ishaan why don’t you came with me.’

Internally I was doing somersaults, but outside I casually replied, ‘Sure. I’ll help you out.’

Saloni and I left for the post office together. I looked back at the guys — they looked really disappointed.

We picked the box of her stuff from the post office — it was a small box and there wasn’t really any need for my help either. But I was happy, I could take a shot at making Saloni my girlfriend.

On our way back, I started flirting with her. ‘Who look really beautiful today Saloni. I like the way who’ve tied your hair’

‘Thanks,’ she replied back. ‘You look nice too. You have nice hair. I could tie it the same way as mine if you want.’

I was a bit confused but didn’t think much on it. I mumbled a thanks.

We reached the girl’s hostel and I carried the box for her. She took me to her room. It was similar to my room in the boy’s hostel. But, where my room was bare and messy, Saloni’s room was very neat and smelled nice. The walls were full of posters of boy bands.

Some of her bras were hanging from a rope in one corner of the room — I couldn’t help but glance at them.

‘Why don’t you put the box on the table,’ Saloni said locking the door behind her. ‘Do you want some water?’

‘Sure,’ I replied placing the box on the table and sitting on her bed.

She came over with a glass of water but just as she was about to hand it to me, the glass slipped and she spilled water all over my shirt and pants.

‘Shit, I am sorry. I’ll get you some fresh clothes. Why don’t you remove the wet clothes and give them to me,’ Saloni said.

‘What? I can’t strip in front of you. You are a girl.’ I replied.

‘So what. We are friends. There’s nothing to be ashamed of,’ she replied giggling.

I was really confused now. Was she trying to seduce me? Hesitantly I removed my t-shirt and stripped out of my jeans. I was standing there in only my undershorts.

‘Oh, it seems I have spilled water on your underwear too. Remove that too. Don’t be shy,’ Saloni said.

I removed my underwear and stood naked in front of her holding my hand in front, trying to cover my already hardening cock.

She came over with some clothes and handed them to me. ‘Here you go. Get dressed.’

I looked down at the clothes and blushed red. There was a mini skirt with a tank top. On top of the clothes was a girl’s Betturkey Giriş panty.

‘I can’t wear these. These are girl’s clothes,’ I replied panicking.

‘I am sorry, but I don’t have any boy’s clothes. And it’s just for an hour or so until your own clothes dry,’ Saloni said.

Seeing no other option, reluctantly I stepped into the panty and slid them up my legs. It was a bright pink bikini style panty. The panties didn’t have enough space in the front and my cock kept popping out above it, so I tuck my cock between my legs.

Next I stepped into the skirt. It barely reached my knees. I put on the tank top. Even though Saloni was taller than me, the top was tight fitting and barely reached my navel.

I looked up at Saloni. She looked amused.

‘Wow, you look beautiful. Had I not known, you could have easily passed for a teenage girl with a slim figure and small boobs. You even the have high cheekbones and narrow chin to make you look girly.’

I blushed red.

She went over to her cupboard and came back with something. ‘Here, put this on too.’

It was a bra matching the panty I was already wearing. ‘What… I can’t wear that. Are you insane?’

But she came closer to me and soon coaxed me into it. By now I was in a trance and would have done anything she asked of me. I wasn’t ready to admit it yet, but it felt nice to wear girl’s clothes.

I removed the tank top and put on the pink bra. I had some trouble fastening it behind me but Saloni helped me with it.

I put on the tank top over the bra, but you could still see the bra straps — there was no hiding them.

She took me by my hands and made my sit in front of the mirror. Then she started braiding my hair and tied it in a single braid which rested over my right shoulder. It was exactly the same way she had tied her own hair.

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. There was no denying it, I looked like a teenage girl, a pretty one too.

‘You are very pretty Ishita,’ she said, ‘You know Ishita, I am not really a lesbian, but I have always wanted to experiment with another girl.’

I wasn’t sure if I should be ashamed at being called a girl or be excited about fooling around with a girl.

She was taller than me. She easily put her arms around my waist and pulled me towards her. She moved her head forward and gently brushed her lips against mine for a second. Then she kissed me again more passionately, crushing her lips against mine. I responded back and she forced her tongue between my lips. Meanwhile our hands kept exploring each other’s body. She had a firm ass and I pulled her against me, her breasts pressing against me. My cock was straining against the flimsy material of her panties. We continued kissing like this for minutes.

Then she pulled slightly back and I reluctantly broke the kiss. She smiled at me and pushed me back onto the bed. I laid back on my back and she climbed over me. She started kissing my neck, slowly moving down towards my breasts. She removed the tank top and pushed aside my bra and started licking my nipples. My nipples stiffened and she started biting them lightly. With her free hand , she started rubbing my cock over the skirt and panties. A few minutes of this was enough to push me off the edge and I was cumming in pulses.

Sensing my release, she bent down and licked up all the cum from my thighs and sucked my limp cock clean. She moved up and started kissing me again. She hadn’t swallowed my cum and was feeding it back to me. I kissed her back eagerly. It tasted salty.

After a few more minutes of kissing, I wanted to return the favour. I twisted on the bed and climbed up on top of her. I started slowly unbuttoning her kameez — all the while we continued to kiss. Under her kameez, she was wearing a red bra. I pushed the bra aside and released her breasts. She had massive breasts and her pink nipples were already erect. I started sucking her nipples, alternating between them every few seconds. She let out a soft moan.

I moved further down. She was wearing a while salwar — I pulled it down her legs. Underneath she was wearing a matching red panty. I could see that she was already wet and her panties were sticking to her labia. I bent down and started kissing her over her panties. She let out another soft moan and grabbed my hair. I moved her panties aside with one hand and started licking her pussy. With my other hand I started stimulating her clitoris. Within seconds, she was orgasming. She started ejaculating and I sucked it all up — it tasted sweet.

I move back up and kissed her — mixing the taste of my cum with her ejaculate. We lay there Betturkey Güncel Giriş kissing in each other’s arms for a long time, totally spent.

It was turning dark outside by this time. I stood up and started removing her clothes. But she stopped me from removing the panties. She told me she wanted me to wear her panties under the boy clothes.

Obeying her command, I quickly put on my now dry pants over her panties and put on my t-shirt. She helped me remove the braid. It made me a bit sad to see my hair back to my usual style.

I returned back to the boy’s hostel. Aayush, Pranav and Neel were waiting for me. By my dishevelled look, they could clearly guess that I had got lucky.

I gave them a smirk and went to my room. They pestered me to come up with details. I was blushing by now, but managed to say, ‘A gentleman never tells.’

After some time, they finally gave up and went back to their own rooms. Once they left, I locked the door and stripped down to my panties. I went to sleep wearing only Saloni’s panties, totally blissful.

* * *

After that, Saloni started dressing me over the weekends. Of course we did it in the privacy of her room. The other guys just assumed, we were dating now and I was getting some action over the weekend.

We didn’t repeat our previous episode of oral sex every time we were alone, but whenever one of us was feeling horny, we put ever thing aside to please the other.

Saloni soon started teaching me more about being a girl. She taught me how to apply makeup and all the nitty-gritties of it — applying the foundation evenly, curling my eyelashes, using a plastic spoon to apply a thick mascara without smearing it, how to apply eyeliner to make my eyes look bigger, selecting the right tone of blush and highlights to go with my skin and clothes, using a clear lip gloss over the lipstick to make my lips look fuller.

She also taught me how to maintain my arms and legs after shaving to make them smooth and shiny. She taught me how to walk in high heels delicately, to tone my legs and enhance my posture.

Whenever we were alone together, we talked a lot — from clothes to gossip, we never ran out of things to talk about. We even discussed boys occasionally, but whenever it came up, I was too embarrassed to talk for long.

While she was teaching me to be a girl, I started teaching her how to please a boy. I might be turning into a girl, but I still had the equipment of a guy. I showed her how to use her tongue and lips imaginatively to slowly lick and suck a cock while intermittently stroking it, how to pay attention to his balls and always maintaining eye contact. I had a small penis, barely 4 inches. With very little difficulty, she could deep throat me. I guessed she’d have to learn to truly deep throat when she confronted a real man’s cock.

On Saloni’s insistence, gradually I also started wearing lingerie under my boy’s clothes to college. Initially I wore only panties, but soon I was also wearing lacy slips under my t-shirts. On a dare from her, I also once wore one of her bras to college under a baggy t-shirt. But I was so self-conscious and nervous the whole day, I didn’t repeat it. Wearing panties and slips under my clothes became a regular thing and my boy’s underwear went mostly unused. She also started taking me shopping whenever we had money and time to spare. And thus I started building my own girl’s wardrobe.

* * *

Soon the mid semester exams were coming. We were all busy studying.

The five of us were sitting in Aayush’s room one day studying when Saloni said, ‘So who do you think is going to score the highest marks among us.’

I was a geek and I was pretty confident, ‘I, of course. I’ll beat you guys any day.’

Aayush, Pranav and Neel didn’t even bother pitching in. They knew Saloni and I were the best at studies.

Soon we were in a heated argument and I said, ‘I am ready to bet you I will score better than you Saloni.’

She rose up to the challenge, ‘Fine. I’ll bet you too.’

Now, this was an opportunity to embarrass Saloni and I was all for it. I said, ‘OK, if I win, you have to be the housemaid for the four of us for a month — you’ll have to do all the washing and cleaning for us.

This perked up the guys. And they chimed in and started goading her.

She was silent for a long time, but finally she said. ‘OK, but if I win, you have to dress up completely as a girl, in a saree for the whole day. And I mean the whole time, even in class.’

At first I was cautious. What if she won? But the other guys started egging me on too.

Soon my over confidence ruled over any sense of caution and I agreed to the bet.

* * *

The exams started and they went pretty well for me. I was very confident of my win.

But so was Saloni. I was getting nervous about the results now. Who was going to win the bet?

To be continued…

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The Real Fantasy – “Two” to Tango

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Author’s Note ” This is a second chapter of The Real Fantasy-Beginning, Enjoy!!”

I walked out of the first class lounge in a white sleeveless satin shirt and a pair of black super-tight slacks. I could feel ‘my’ tits bouncing with every step and the nipples rubbing on the inner side of the bra. Each step was sending shivers down my spine. I was aroused. My breath was shortened and overall I looked flushed. We started walking towards the Cafe for our dinner appointment. Everyone who passed by me turned their heads and looked at me twice. I felt that every man who saw me was undressing me with his eyes.

On one of the display glasses I caught the reflection of a voluptuous girl’s reflection; I was still finding it hard that it was really me. It was quite a sight. Sara was walking ahead of me, in her high heels, with an air of confidence. I was trying to match her speed, almost tottering behind her, like a kid would follow her super-cool mother.

Eugene was there at the entrance waiting for us. He looked quiet charming. I didn’t pay proper attention to him earlier. Now I took my time observing him. He was tall, muscular and had that intense look which is characteristic of Italian men. Indeed a gentleman… at least that’s what I thought at that moment.

“si guarda come un slut scopabile”, Eugene said and bent forward to plant a kiss on my cheek. I was clearly taken off my guard by this. I fumbled; saw Sara staring at me with fire in her eyes. That look in her eyes made me fumbled more.

I saw him coming to my left. And there I made one of the stupid mistakes. I moved my head towards my left too. Instead of planning kiss on my cheek, he kissed me on my lips.

His hand roamed behind me to caress my butt and he pulled me towards him. That minty freshness… mmmmmm….

“Ahem ahem”, Sara coughed playfully,” I am still around remember I did my part too when you were passed out and you haven’t even thanked me yet”, She said with mischief in her eyes.

My cheeks were burning deep red. I couldn’t believe what I just did.

“I was just saying you both look very lovely”, Eugene said looking into my eyes. I lowered my eyes. COME ON! Stop blushing, I told myself.

“Actually, he said you look like a fuckable slut in Italian”. Sara’s booming voice echoed in my mind and she just smirked at me. We entered the cafe and sat down at a corner table. I had been to such cafes before many times and knew they serve tasteless food.

I began hating Eugene the moment we entered the Cafe. He acted as if we had been seeing each other for a long time. He made me sit beside him and kept his hand on my thigh. We ordered French Omelettes and fries with Coffee.

“So you must be anxious to go back to India”, Eugene asked me and gave a gentle squeeze and rub on my left thigh. I looked at Sara quizzically. “Just play along or you will be punished”. I was dismayed.

“Ummm ac… actually no, I don’t have a boyfriend, I am not seeing anybody”, I stammered ;”What bout you? You must be a ladies man?”

“Oh come on si slut poco” Eugene looked pleased.

“He just called you slut again”, Sara’s voice echoed in my mind. I blushed again. This young man was saying that I was a slut and I was blushing! I hated myself for being like that.

“Did you just call me a slut!?” I stared at him.

“No Tesoro, Its doesn’t mean that…”, he said pleadingly. Sara was grinning with I know it all kind of look. By then our food was served.

We started eating in silence. Eugene found himself out of words so he was munching his food quietly. Suddenly Sara’s voice echoed “THIS IS BORING!!” She nearly yelled. “Why this silent film? I want some action”. I just gave a blank stare at Sara. “Our plane leaves in two hours. We need to get through security so you have one hour. I am going to leave you two here and do some shopping. When I return I want you to tell me the colour of his boxers.”

I was in the middle of taking a sip of coffee and when I heard what Sara had said, I choked on it. Coffee began running from my nostril and then on my cheek. Eugene immediately grabbed a paper napkin and began wiping my face.

“You wanted to have forced oral sex with an unknown man dressed like a woman. Well I am fulfilling your fantasy. Now don’t waste time. Otherwise you will pay.” Sara’s voice sent shivers through my spine.

“Eugene”, xslot Sara spoke, “Our plane leaves in 2 hours, I have to buy some chocolates and gifts for friends. Clearly you are taking good care of Alia, so I will leave her with you. We will meet at the boarding gate in an hour. Is that ok with you?”

Eugene grabbed the opportunity with both hands, and by that I mean that he squeezed my both cheeks and pinched my nose naughtily and said,” I will take care of your princess mam. Don’t worry. We will meet you at the boarding gate.”

“You will be fine honey I will hold on to your passport and ticket.” Sara said with a sarcastic tone.

Eugene paid the bill and away we went. Eugene was trying to start a conversation but I wasn’t really paying any attention to him. I was thinking how to complete Sara’s task without the oral sex ordeal. He slipped his hands through my hands and held me close to him. Any onlooker would have thought that we were in long-term relationship. He wanted to take a few selfies, I said yes and he took out his phone and started taking selfies. He made me pucker my lips and kiss him on the cheek. He held me so close and tight that my boobs were bulging out of my shirt and it excited him.

I checked the time, 15 minutes had passed. I was nervous and anxious. Eugene took the hint and queried, “Is there any problem? Are you alright?” I thought for a moment, ‘I was not going to see this guy again, what if I be honest and ask him what I want. Worst case scenario I will have to blow him.’ I was ready to take that chance. I just didn’t want to upset Sara.

She had my passport or rather Alias passport and ticket. I didn’t want to stay in Egypt forever and that too as a bimbo girl.

“Actually I made a bet with Sara and I lost it. So as a punishment Sara has asked me to find out color of your underwear”. I blurted it out and my cheeks went on fire. I bitterly swallowed whatever man pride was left. My heart was pumping millions of gallons of blood in a second.

“Oh my god, Sara asked you this?? Isn’t she your mother?” Eugene was surprised.

“Stepmother” I said meekly.

“Well you could find the color of my undies in only one way PUTTANA” He was pointing at his crotch. “Puttana means whore by the way”. He grinned ear to ear. I was burning in the fire of embarrassment. I knew what he meant. I just started looking around for a place to finish the business quickly. “There is a restroom around the next corner. I will be waiting in the 3rd booth. Be there after 5 minutes”, Eugene said and I nodded in acceptance.

Eugene went in. I checked the pink watch on my slender feminine wrist, 35 mins to go. I didn’t wait to finish 5 min and went inside. Thankfully no male patrons were at urinal section. There were seven booths. Now there was a problem. Eugene told me to be at the third booth, but which third booth he didn’t tell; third from left or third from right. I called him in my best girly voice. No response. Maybe he didn’t hear me. So I waited for a while at the third booth from left. I could identify sounds of rustling of pants and self-pleasure and I became certain it was Eugene.

I went in with a stupid smile on my face. In an instance my smile was wiped out as I found some other person wanking on some cheap porno magazine. Worst part was, I think my bright painted lips, revealing cleavage and stupid smile pushed him to the climax. He started spraying long spurts of semen. Few spurts landed on my white shirt. I felt humiliated and embarrassed. I slammed the door and checked if someone saw what just happened. I almost ran to the third door from right and opened it. Eugene was there.

He was sitting on john and wasn’t wearing anything but his t-shirt. I told him what had happened and it gave him a pretty good laugh.” We don’t have much time puttana, just get down on your knees and begin”. His member was saluting me. His penis was clearly bigger and thicker than mine was (or mine is). I felt envious of him. His manhood was perfectly shaped and very attractive.

I sat on my knees drooling and hesitantly, I tried to remember the countless blowjob videos I had seen. I spit saliva on his cock and started stroking it with my hand. I could feel his member responding and growing bigger even further.

Then I took him in my mouth. I started working slowly from tip, xslot Giriş inch by inch. He held my head by my ears and soon I found rhythm. Eugene pushed my head and held it so tight that it would make me gag. For some reason my mouth was salivating so much that my lips were slippery. When I felt Eugene had reached to climax, he would make me stop and took some deep breaths. He was clearly enjoying my predicament so much that he was trying to delay orgasm. He started caressing my boobs with his one hand and he kept pushing my head with the other. My male ego was very hurt and humiliated but my newfound womanhood was proud of my performance.

I felt a sudden rush in his movements and he wrapped his legs around my shoulders and held my head tightly. Then his member swelled and spurt after spurt load of semen hit the back of my throat. I was gagging and suffocating. So I tried breathing rapidly. It made matter even worst. Mixture of saliva and semen made froth and it began to come out from my nostrils. A wave of shame ran over me.

Eugene left my head but held me still pushing me on to his cock. I had no other option but to suck it further. After he was done he gave me some toilet paper from the roll. I stood up and cleaned myself. “I hope you are satisfied?” I asked with a sense of pride in my voice, after all it was my first blowjob. I am sorry, that was a first blow job ‘I gave’.

“Well you are a good cocksucker puttana. I must give you that”, he said in relaxed and heavy Italian accent.

“So now please, tell me the color of your undies”. I asked as innocently as I could.

“They are blue.” I heard those magical words and ran.

I didn’t want to see that man again so I just took off from men’s washroom. On my way out few male patrons saw me and gave cat calls. But I didn’t budge. I ran across the airport and located Sara. She was strolling around and had couple of shopping bags in hand.

“They are blue”, before I could say anything Sara said it aloud.

“Of course, you knew, you are a witch”, I said matter of factually.

“And I am a good observer too. You could have had paid a little more attention to him and found it out, but my little cocksucker wanted to give a blowjob”. She patted my head as my face reddened and tears started on my cheeks; “Don’t cry. You did a good job! You are a natural cocksucker. Welcome to the club.”

“Follow Me” Sara uttered and started walking towards restroom.

Once we were in I just exclaimed out in my girly voice,” You’ve got to get rid of Eugene and let me be myself again!”

“You do throw tantrums just like a girl, I think I did you a favor”, she smirked.

With each passing minute I hated Sara more and more.

“I cannot travel like this, as Alia. I have a job and if I board the plane as Alia then ‘I’ the male me will not have a stamp on my passport for immigration check. My professional life will be ruined and I could never travel again.”

“Ok ok I will do something about Eugene”, Sara continued, “But trust me, I had fun. And of course you had fun too. Now I want these back”. She was pointing at the bangles.

I have no clear idea but why my face looked saddened, perhaps I liked being Alia too much or I enjoyed whatever I did in the last 3 hours. And there I had forgotten that that Witch could read my mind.

“Aww my cutie pretty Alia wants to keep these bangles! Don’t you?” Sara asked me with a devilish grin and pinched my cheeks.

“Yes”, I couldn’t look into her eyes.

“You can have Alia’s passport and these bangles”.

Sara took my hands into hers. She closed her eyes and took bangles out and put them in a violet velvet pouch.

She gave me the pouch and said,” You can keep them if you want, but remember, whenever you want to wear them ring me first”. I nodded and took the pouch and kept them in my bag.

I started feeling dizzy and the room started spinning around me. I didn’t know how much time had passed but when I gained consciousness I was in the process of security check. I looked down, I found myself in jeans and jacket. I felt weird back in my own body. Once I was past security I met Sara.

“You look sad, Do you want to give more blowjobs? Are you missing Eugene?” , Sara stopped as she saw tears running down my cheeks.

“Hey! You are not Alia, you will look weird crying xslot Güncel Giriş like this! I” sobbed again and Sara was consoling me.

“You have those bangles, have fun with them and make all your fantasies come true. Just remember, don’t use them without notifying me. OKAY!!? ” She looked in my eyes and asked again, “Okay?? ” I nodded yes.

I felt better. Little relaxed and calm. I looked around to see if Eugene was around but couldn’t spot him.

I have a surprise for you! Sara whispered in my ear

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“Hey Puttana where have you been? I looked everywhere”, Eugene was talking to me. What the hell was going on? I checked reflection in a glass outside a shop. I was still me. I meant Male me.

“He cannot differentiate between you and Alia”, Sara’s voice echoed in my head.

“Are you kidding me? I am not GAY! Why did you do this?” I shouted in my mind.

“Have fun!” Sara spoke aloud and winked at me.

I hung my head down in shame and entered the Plane.

“You won’t believe what happened! I cashed in all my reward points and miles and upgraded myself into the First Class, just next to your seat. Now we can have some more fun during the journey”, Eugene said and bit my left ear lobe. I was horrified; in rage I turned around and found Eugene’s face few inches apart from mine. He kissed me on my right cheek in front of two air hostesses and at least twenty fellow passengers.

We settled down and soon I realised that that was going to be the longest eight hour flight I ever had. Eugene thought I was his girlfriend and thus he acted very caring, possessive while other fellow Indian men were laughing, pointing at me. I was about to curse Sara but I bit my tongue. I knew that won’t do me any good. Sara didn’t like swear words.

“Hello, My name is Lara”. A young brunette in her late thirties approached us while Eugene was feeding his pudding to me.

“Hi Lara”, Eugene took the lead and introduced himself. He ignored me completely. I don’t know why but I felt jealous of Lara.

“I am a LGBT activist and I am really happy to see you guys. You seem to be in love”. Lara was under the impression that I and Eugene was a gay couple.

“Yeah we are, aren’t we honey? “Eugene said and put his arm around me and pulled me closer.

“If you don’t mind, may I have a picture of you two?” Lara asked, batting her long eye lashes.

I jumped in my seat and said, Yes, we would mind that, “I am sorry but no pics please!!!”.

“Ohh come on, be a sport. This nice lady wants to take a picture of us, what is wrong with that?” Eugene urged.

I wanted to scream at Eugene that even he was not gay. But finally I gave up to super persuasive Lara and adamant Eugene’s demands. We held our drinks up and looked in each other’s eyes. Flash,Flash,Flash Lara took pictures. She wasn’t pleased yet. We tried few other poses but that didn’t work for her either.

“How about a picture of our kiss?” Eugene asked her to my surprise. She agreed happily.

Hell no, I wont do that, I was about to shout. But again I didn’t. I acted very submissive and just sat there meekly while Lara and Eugene were discussing the picture.

“Honey just don’t sit there like an airhead bimbo, go and brush your teeth “, Eugene’s words surprised me. I looked at him questioningly. Lara looked at us curiously too.

“You just gave me a blowjob in restroom, I don’t want to kiss you and taste my own semen. Go and brush your teeth”, Eugene said nonchalantly. My heart almost stopped. Few passengers looked in my way and gave me a disgusting look. I couldn’t think anything, I just looked at Lara, and she gave me a sly smile.

I got up took the brush and toothpaste and walked to the washroom with several pairs of eyes on me. Oh, the shame! Inside, I brushed, then checked my breath, it was now minty fresh as Eugene had ordered. I sat in Eugene’s lap while almost everyone in First Class was watching us, taking snaps or making videos from their mobile phones. And we kissed each other. I was mortified when I realized its taking longer than usual to break the kiss. Few people cheered. A few said nasty words.

Once we were separated, Lara gave us her number and we shared email addresses. Then I realized my other mistake. I gave her email id which had my real name and surname. Lara could track my Facebook and Linked in account!! I could just hope she wouldn’t post anything on Facebook.

As Eugene’s hand was caressing my thighs, I looked at the flight plan, Screen flashed, Estimated time to arrive at Mumbai, India 7 hours.

Boy! This was going to be a flight to remember.

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