Fay the Slut

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This is a continuation of a story, “Exploitation of a Housewife”, written by “A Cracker Slut” in 2002. This is what was told to me by Fay the central character in this true story. This chapter follows the events depicted in the original story, part 1 & 2. In general, Fay is blackmailed by Bill to be his slut slave. A number of embarrassing events take place, making Fay perform various sexual acts at the behest of her Master. Fay asked me to pick up the story as they are leaving the Pet Shop where Fay had been collared and leashed. It is mentioned that Bill will be taking Fay to the Club that afternoon. I recommend that, you take the time to read “A Cracker Sluts” first two installments they are very good.

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“OK, Slut lets go find the ATM. Since we have yet to spend hubby’s money we will get some cash for you to spend.”

Fay climbed into the car her too short skirt riding up he thighs showing her shaved pussy and ass to all who took the time to look. She was required by her Master to never wear panties or bra when she met him, and to dress as much like a tart as she could. To that end her Master had taken her to buy some very slutty clothes today and Fay would be paying for them later when the Sales Girl called. Master had already agreed that the Sales Girl, Sarah, could have Fay to play with in exchange for the clothing.

Master slowed his car and Fay saw the ATM and said.

“Master how much money will I need today?”

“I know those cards have a limit so get the limit and don’t cheat me Slut, you know what I am capable of.”

“Yes, Sir, your Slut will not cheat you. I am permitted up to 1,000 a day Sir. I hope that will be enough.”

“Just get the money Slut. We have things we need to do.”

Fay worked the transaction and pulled the wad of cash from the machine and returned to the car. She was quietly holding the money when Master said.

“Roll it up stuff it between your tits, Slut.”

Fay did as instructed and waited for her orders. They drove through the city, past the shopping area and the business sections and then headed into a seedy section of town. Master seemed to be looking for something and he drove around this area until he finally stopped.

“Get out of the car Slut!”

He came over and led her into an alley. She noticed that this alley was filled with vagrants, homeless types. Most of them were wearing a years worth of dirt on clothes that were even dirtier. As they reached a point where they were just about in the center of this group of homeless Master pulled her towards him as grabbed her leash. He pulled her along and made her look at all the individuals in their grubby clothes. Once they had made the full circuit he ordered Fay to her hands and knees.

She complied knowing that her clothing, in this position, left nothing to these people’s the imagination. To top off her degradation he flipped what little of her skirt there was over her ass completely exposing her to the dirty masses. Then he spoke.

“Ladies and Gentlemen I need some favors. My slut here needs to be trained and I need her to be fucked in her ass and pussy as often as I can have it done. Because she is untrained she has agreed to pay each of you who will fuck her a crisp 50 for your time.”

Fay could not believe what was happening, first she was made to give blow jobs to a group of guys in an abandoned toilet then finger herself to orgasm and now she was to allow these dirty vagrants to fuck her and to take her ass as well. She started to get up to object to all of this. She would not sink this low. She never got off her knees before Bill spoke to her.

“Slut, do not start thinking for yourself. You are just a slut and you will do as I say when I say it, so you understand me?”

“But…”

“No buts no what ifs, you do or your life really changes, make up your mind slut and do it NOW!”

Fay knew she could not live with her friends and family seeing all the tapes and photographs of her past debaucheries yet this crowd of dirty smelly tramps… well she did not know how she could allow this, then again she knew she had no choice and said.

“Yes, Master, your Slut apologizes for her actions. Please use me as you wish.”

“I will use you and I do not need your permission slut. Spread your legs we have a line forming here. By the way any ladies out there, my slut needs practice eating pussy so if you want a 50 come and get it.”

Fay listened to the words but only felt a cock piercing her cunt. It was normal size and normally would not have done much for her, but being fucked like this by tramps in an open alley in the city was just more then she could accept and she found herself dripping wet and pushing back on that cock, fucking the smelly dirty thing like it was the King’s penis itself.

She was getting into it and did not notice the cock now at her mouth, but when she did she opened up and took the foul thing into her mouth and did what was expected of her. She was gagging xslot but not because the cock was that long, it was that foul. Unwashed for months, tasting like stale urine and grime. He stomach was churning as he came fairly quickly. She swallowed just a bit before allowing the remainder to dribble down her chin. The little taste was terrible; Fay imagined swallowing piss would be infinitely better.

She had no time to consider these things as she looked at a dirty pussy being put before her while another cock was pounding into her pussy. The pussy smelled even worse then the cock and she was afraid she would lose her lunch eating this woman, but she did it for Master. She would do anything for Master, she no longer cared about the photos or the video she was doing her Master’s bidding because she needed his big black cock. She knew she would have to earn the right to have that cock fuck one or all three of her holes.

So she ate stinking pussy and swallowed foul cocks, she took cocks in her pussy and cocks in her ass. By the time the action stopped Bill had handed out all her money and she was covered in cum and dirt. At one time she had to pee so bad and could not do so because of the cock in her ass and throat that she just peed on the ground. She was left to kneel in her own pee for the balance of the event. She was not sure but she suspected that a few of the vagrants also peed on the ground near her and she knew she stunk.

She waited for Master to allow her to stand and kept her head down staring at the ground. She had been, if not well, truly fucked today and the day was not over. She could not guess what further humiliation Master had in store for her, but just thinking of the possibilities had her worn out cunt dripping again. Then Master spoke.

“My, my you are a dirty stinking slut aren’t you?”

“Yes, Master your slut smells like piss and she has cum spattered all over her slutty body.”

“Well you will have to ride in the trunk, slut, I can’t have all this odor in my car. We will have you cleaned at the club.”

Master opened the trunk and pushed Fay in.

“Don’t worry it’s not far to our next stop, I am sure you can handle it.”

He closed the lid leaving Fay in the darkened trunk of Master’s car. Because of the small space she could not help but smell herself. Never in her life had she been anything but clean and perfumed. Of course after a day on the golf course or an afternoon on the tennis courts, she would need a shower, but she was never this bad. Yet for all the smell, for all the degradation she had absorbed today she still slipped her hand between her thighs and stroked her sticky cum smeared cunt.

She was lost in an orgasm when all of a sudden it got very bright and she realized that Master had opened the trunk and caught her playing with her pussy.

“Slut I did not give you permission to play with yourself, did I?”

“No, Master.”

“You will be punished slut, now get your stinking ass out of my car.”

Fay climbed out into the sunlight and a strange set of hands grabbed her leash and pulled her along.

“Yes, Charles my doggie slut needs a bath, please have her cleaned and groomed, then bring her to me on the exercise field.”

Fay allowed herself to be dragged along by Charles. She tried to see where they were but she saw nothing but trees surrounding her. She was led in a side door into a large tiled room with a number of large tubs on the floor. One of the tubs was full of soapy water and evidently that’s where she was headed.

“Ok, you’re a doggie slut and your Master has requested you be cleaned and groomed and by the way you smell I can only wonder if one bath will suffice.”

Charles then had her clothes, what few there were cut from her and burned. She was naked and told to get on all fours like the dog she is. She complied and once down she was led into the tub. Fay was expecting a nice warm bath but this water was cold. She jumped when she climbed in but the tugging of her leash did not permit her to stop. Once she was in the tub Charles reached for a large coarse brush and preceded to scrub Fay. The coarse brush scraped Fay’s back and side and was then thrust in her ass crack. She was being dog washed in cold water. When he scrapped the brush over her tits she yelped and bucked in the water.

Charles immediately waved a hand and two more handlers came over and strapped Fay to a dog bar that prevented her from moving. Charles once again scrubbed her tits and belly and the rough brush had Fay crying out in pain. This continued for another fifteen minutes before they used her leash and pulled her from the tub. She still had soap on her so one of the handlers used a garden hose to hose her down. She was totally humiliated and embarrassed. While she longed for her Master’s cock and his commands, this degrading ‘bath’ had disturbed Fay, and the fact that once she shook off the cold and realized her pussy was soaked from within, that she was hot and ready xslot Giriş again scared her.

She was dried and given food and drink, yes in bowls on the floor and she was forced to eat like a dog if she wanted any nourishment. She was hungry and thirsty so she lowered her head and learned to eat with her mouth only. She was too hungry to notice the snickers of the handlers who watched her on all fours, naked putting her face in her food to eat.

Once she was done and her hair combed out she was led outside, still naked to a large green lawn. She noticed that there were a number of male and female ‘dogs’ here being led by leashes held she supposed by their Masters. She was led to her Master who thanked Charles and took Fay’s leash in his hand. He began to ‘walk’ Fay around the large yard. It took Fay a little while to understand what all of the ‘doggie sluts’ were doing out there, they were being walked so they could ‘do their duty’ piss or shit outside like a good dog. Fay was horrified that this was expected of her. Still she allowed herself to be led by the leash doing her best to keep up with her Master while she traveled on her hands and knees.

She had once again allowed herself to drift into a dream state and was shocked by a cold feeling between her ass cheeks. She looked back and saw a male doggie slut ‘sniffing her ass’ and licking her crack. Before she could say or do anything the male’s Mistress yanked on his leash and whipped him twice on his ass. She then admonished his for sticking his nose in another dog’s ass. Fay would have been mortified had she not had a tremendous urge to pee. She knew she had no choice but still she continued to hold back but the urge was too much. She yanked back on her leash stopping her Master and squatted atop the grass and let loose. When she had finished her Master patted her head and said.

“That’s a good dog.”

Then he held out a treat for her. She crawled to get it but he said.

“Sit up doggie Fay, sit up for your Master.”

Fay realized she was to do ‘tricks’ for him and sat on her legs, still squatting and opened her mouth. Master then dropped in a small cookie thank god it wasn’t a true dog treat.

Once this episode was over Master led Fay into a barn, Fay noticed a sign on the door that said ‘Breeding Stable’. She was led into the barn and she glanced as much as she could to see what was going on in this barn. She saw a number for female slut dogs strapped into some sort of frame and they were being mounted by male slut dogs. Fay was led to an open frame and her leash pulled her in. Her thighs were strapped to bars on the sides as her knees were strapped to bars along the floor. Once her lower limbs had been secured the bars were moved apart. The result was that Fay’s ass was spread and open for all to see or play with.

She was still trying to absorb her shame at being so exposed when her upper body was strapped so that she was bent over with her tits hanging free but her head tilted up. When she was able to get some sense of how she had been positioned she realized that her ass was open and arched, her tits were dangling below her and her head was arched in a perfect position to take a cock. She understood that for as long as there were stud dogs she was to be mounted, fucked in her ass, her pussy and her mouth. The way she had been placed also made it impossible for her to see who was taking her.

She felt a presence behind her and then what felt to her like paws on her back, then a cock was trying to find her opening it was poking around her ass crack for a few moments before finding and drilling her pussy. Being fucked without knowing who was fucking her or when it would happen turned her on and it was not long before those familiar groans were escaping her as yet unfilled mouth. The cock behind her was rapidly going in and out of her, so fast that Fay could not keep track of where it was at any given moment, she just knew that a cock was pounding in and out of her and she loved it. Fay was ready to cum much sooner then she had ever imagined she could and she did. Her body jumped as the orgasm struck and what she could move she moved as the orgasm ripped through her. Yes the cock in her pussy continued to fuck her and this had the effect of stringing out the intensity of her orgasm, and she enjoyed that.

She felt the cock spasm inside of her and it was immediately taken out with cum being splayed all over her ass and back. Fay did not care. She wondered how long it would take for another to mount her and she was not disappointed as another hard cock started poking her backside looking for entry. This one found her ass and rammed it in as soon as it knew it had an opening. Fay screamed out as the force of that cock in her ass ripped through her. Shit she said to her self that hurts. In response to her screams another male dog slut was placed in front of her and her was attempting to poke his cock into her mouth. After jabbing her cheek and nose it zeroed in xslot Güncel Giriş on her mouth still agape from her screaming about her ass. The cock, once it found entry just rammed her mouth pushing directly into her throat and gagging her.

Fay was unable to prevent either cock from punishing her body and it seemed like that was exactly what these male dog sluts wanted. They wanted to fuck and they were not going to be subtle or gentle about it. The two cocks continued to ram into her and when they were both ramming in at the same time, Fay felt as though they were going to meet inside her the cocks were penetrating so deeply. Again as both cocks were set to blow they were removed and cum was sprayed all over her body. Surprisingly after each spray someone came along and scrapped cum from her. She was fucked like this for hours, so long and so many orgasms that Fay was incoherent three quarters of the way into her ‘Breeding’ session.

Fay did notice however when no one was fucking her and she realized that she might have made it to thee end. In fact her body was released from the frame and Bill, her Master, took her leash and led her to a bowl that had been laid on the floor. As Fay crawled closer she realized the bowl was almost full of a thick whitish liquid.

“Slut you need some protein. Your Master had all that cum saved for you so you could enjoy it later. Go ahead slut! Go to your bowl and lick it clean. Now I went to a lot of trouble to collect it Slut so don’t waste any.”

Fay stared at the bowl full of cum. Cum from all of the male slut dogs who had mounted her. It was a slimy liquid and the bowl was truly full. She did not want to do this, she did not mind taking cum and swallowing it during the course of sex, when it was warm and fresh. This bowl was hours old, cold and much thicker then when it was ejaculated. She hesitated looking at the bowl and when she had not started to lick it up she felt her ass being whipped. She yelp at the sting of that First lash and again at the second and third. By the time she had thought to associate her not licking the bowl with her ass being whipped she had suffered close to twenty lashes and her ass was on fire.

She no longer thought, she dipped her face to the bowl and stuck her tongue in and drew tongue and tongue full of cold slimy cum into her mouth and swallowed. It was horrible but somehow Fay managed to clean her bowl and she say back on her heels waiting for her Master’s commands.

”Well slut next time you will not make me whip your ass. Because if you ever hesitate to obey another of my commands, especially here in front of other Masters and Mistresses, you will be left in the breeding barn for an entire day and you will have not one but likely three of these bowls to finish. It’s all about choice slut, pain or more pain. Now come with me we need to finish off your outfit for your future days here at the club.”

Fay was taken to a room in the clubhouse full of dog slut equipment. Fay was first fitted with a pair of paws for her hands and then was given pads for her knees that looked like dog paws. The last thing her Master fitted her with was her tail. She was given a long flowing tail that stood straight out from her body, not interfering with access to her pussy. Fay did not wonder as to how this would be attached as she saw the huge dildo from which the tail sprung. Her Master aimed for her asshole and rammed it in. Fay having had her ass used so often today accepted the punishing placement with a grunt, nothing more.

Once complete Master led her to another room where a camera had been set up. Master led her by her leash and positioned her in front of him perpendicular to him so her body crossed in front of his knees. She was made to look into and smile for the camera and a number of photographs were taken. Fay was made to pose in all of the tradition dog poses, begging, rolling over and sitting up begging. Since it was a digital process she was able to see the results and she was getting turned on seeing herself look more and more like a dog. She loved the way her paws looked and the way her tail stuck out. Like all her other photographs, these too allowed Fay to drink up her own beauty.

She was taken to a locker room and shown her locker it; was next to Master’s. She was told to remove her paws and place them in her locker and to remove her tail and wash the end off before storing it. She was then handed some clothing, slutty pieces that they had bought earlier and allowed to get dressed. Looking more like the tart she knew she had become she was driven home in time to prepare for her husband’s arrival from work.

She was no sooner dropped off then she began to pine for when she could be with her Master again, she knew now, if she was ever unsure before, that she was little more then a cunt, an asshole and a mouth and that seemed to be enough for her. She almost wished that her husband Daniel would catch her at her smuttiest. She finished her shower and dressed in her ‘trophy wife’ costume and assumed the manners of her station. Daniel never suspected a thing had been amiss in his wife’s life and even after making love to her that night her never sensed the changes that were blossoming in her life.

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Hey all. All characters involved in sex are 18 or older. Because someone has tried to copy my work and post it elsewhere, I must state my all my work is protected by copyright laws. That being said, I hope you enjoy.

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I open my eyes to find Nina nestled in my arms. I lean over and kiss her before I try to unwrap myself from her without waking her up only to find that she’s got a death grip on my leash. I unhook it from the collar and sneak out as I pull on some sweats and a shirt as I head into my office.

Opening my computer, I get to work on the story. Even though the wood elves and the humans are mortal enemies, the two find themselves developing feelings for each other as she drags him back to the Wood Elf city of Moonreach to meet his fate.

She’s conflicted though. She’s come to like this human and she knows what his fate will be once they arrive at Moonreach.

“Good morning,” a sexy voice calls from behind me.

“Good morning, love.” I turn to find a naked Nina strutting towards me.

“Don’t stop on my account,” she says.

I turn back to my computer and continue where I left off as she wraps her hands around my neck and leaves a kiss on my cheek. Then she proceeds to read over my shoulder as I type. “Hmm, it’s turning out to be a hot story. I love it so far. Maybe we can do a little roleplay tonight. I’ll be the sexy elven deldorai and you can be my hot mage prisoner.”

“Well of course,” I laugh. “You know, I still have yet to give them names. Got anything in mind?”

“Hmm. You should definitely call the elf Clymere,” she says.

“Anything special about it?” I ask.

“It was my night elf’s World of Warcraft name,” she says.

“Oh cool. I love it,” I say.

“What was yours?” she asks.

“Bubblefet,” I say.

She laughs. “Yeah, I don’t think that will fly with your fans.”

“I kind of like the name Eudoxus. It’s greek,” I say.

“Yeah, it has a ring to it,” she says, giving me another kiss. “We should probably get our costumes today for Arathicon tomorrow.”

“Yeah, we can do that. I know someone who can hook us up with material,” I say.

“Of course you do,” she laughs.

She pulls me back and struts in front of me. Grabbing my collar, she pulls me to my feet and bends me over the desk. “Don’t stop typing.”

I try to type as she pulls my sweats down. “Be right back.”

She runs off and returns with a bottle of lube. Her stiff dick is already lathered in it. She spreads my ass open and lathers it in lube. “Slave, I told you not to stop typing.”

“How can I concentrate on this when I’m about to get my ass pounded?” The way my heart is beating, I feel like I’m running a marathon.

“You better get used to it,” she snickers. “Think of it as your daily training. It’ll make you a better writer.” She gives me a wink. I feel her hands rub lub up and down the crack of my ass. Her hand leaves a good sting as she spanks my ass and gives it a squeeze. “Fuck, you have such an amazing ass. So thick. Probably the best ass any man could have. Makes my dick hard just looking at it. And to think, it’s all mine.”

I shudder as I feel the tip of her dick slide up and down the crack of my ass. When her cock meets my tight asshole, I grip the dick as she slowly pushes inside me. I groan out as her cock spreads me open. She smacks my ass hard. “I thought I told you to type, slave.”

“Yes mistress!” I say, bitting my lip as she pushes another inch inside me. I get to work bringing my fingers to the keyboard.

Clymere has the poor mage all tied up bent over a log as she pushes herself into him, I write.

Nina grabs my hips with both hands just like the sexy elf with long brunette hair and a thick ass does with the poor dark-haired human mage. He begs her to show mercy. She only responds with a hard slap on the ass.

“That’s it, baby, I love it!” Nina says as she leans over me, pressing her boobs against my back as she reads what I wrote. “Take my cock, you filthy human.”

“Please, just let me go,” I beg as I write more.

“Stupid human. You think the elves will go easy on you after you stole our artifact?” Nina laughs as she hilts herself inside me. “You’ll be lucky they don’t kill you. If you beg me I might be able to make you my sex slave.”

She gives my ass another slap as she continues her assault. “I’m begging you, show mercy,” I plead.

She reaches down and grabs a handful of my hair. “The only mercy you’ll receive is at the end of my cock,” she says.

By now, I’m too far lost in the pleasure of her cock to continue typing and Nina’s lost all control. She’s pounding me faster and harder giving my ass a good slap every now and again. My own hard cock is threatening to let loose. I grab ahold of anything I can as the friction of her thrusts heats me up to a boiling point. “I’m going to cum,” I shout.

“No! Not yet, my little mage pet,” she says as she reaches down and grabs ahold of my dick, squeezing the tip. “I’m not going to let you cum until you get another 500 words written. Got it slut?”

“Please, mistress. I… Urgh. I want to cum so badly,” I beg and plead.

“Don’t be such a slut. Focus on the story!” she slaps my ass so hard it feels like I just got whipped.

“Yes mistress!” I type furiously and xslot as fast as I can. The elf pounds the mage as he begs gives in to her dominance and submits to her, begging her not to stop. She growls as he moans. Her cock spreading him wide open.

“That’s it. I love it! Don’t stop!” She says, leaning over me, I can feel the weight of her boobs pressed against my back. She kisses my shoulder and gently sinks her teeth into my skin all the while she continues to thrust that dick inside me. She doesn’t let go of my dick and continues to grip the tip, keeping me from coming.

I type faster as the pleasure threatens to send me into a coma of bliss. “Fuck, I’m going to cum!” she says as she lodges her dick balls deep inside me, just like the elf Clymere hilts her elven womanhood inside her prisoner. Just then a riptide of her steaming hot spunk fills my ass up. Her hot cum like molten lava, leaving my entire body burning as if I have a fever. She continues to thrust inside me. I can feel her cum start to leak out of my ass.

“I finish! 500 more words as requested. Now can I please cum!” I beg as my cock feels like a liter of cola sealed with a whole roll of mentos inside it.

She pulls out and turns me around as she sinks to her knees. “Now time for your reward, for being a good slave.”

She lets go of my cock and takes it in her mouth as I erupt. She swallows every last drop of my cum. “Can’t let any of that delicious cum go to waste,” she says licking her lips.

I pull her into a kiss and hold her tightly against me.

After we break apart, she looks up at me with a devilish smirk. “Now what does every good slave do?”

I laugh as I sink to my knees and take her flaccid cock in my mouth, licking up all the cum on it. “Good boy.”

She leans down and kisses me. “Urgh, fuck. That was so much fun. We should role-play all of your character romances.”

She pulls out of my ass, giving it one last slap.

“Next time, let’s pick the one where the males on top,” I say, standing up, her hot cum leaking out of my ass.

“Maybe, depends on how happy you make me,” she says coyly so I drop to my knees and take her softening cock in my mouth and suck it clean. “That’s definitely a start.”

After we hop into the shower, we go out for breakfast at a local pancake shop downtown that used to be Maria’s favorite. After we put in our orders, my phone goes off. “It’s my mother,” I sigh.

“Answer it!” she says.

I begrudgingly pick up the phone and answer it.

“Hello?” I ask.

“Roy, dear, you’re father and I are going to be in town this afternoon and we would love to see you,” she says.

“Well, I’m kind of busy with my girlfriend,” I say.

“You’ve got a girlfriend?” my mother asks.

“Yeah, it happened recently,” I say.

“We’re not too busy,” Nina says.

“Well how about the four of us grab dinner tonight?” my mother asks. “It’ll be your treat.”

“Let me see what she thinks,” I say. I hold the mouthpiece of the phone as I look at Nina. “My parents are going to be in town and would like us to take them out for dinner. I can tell her no. It’d be the easier option.”

“Are you serious? Of course, we’ll go,” she says.

“Okay, we’ll meet you down at the bistro, say 6 o’clock,” I tell them. “I’ve got to go, I’ll see you soon. Love you, bye.”

I hang up the phone before she has a chance to reply.

“That was rather, blunt,” Nina says.

“My parents can be rather… What’s the word? Nosy? Entitled? They’re really old fashion,” I say.

“What are they like?” she asks.

“They go to church every Sunday. They love to pry into other people’s business and judge them accordingly. You know? Typical retired old folks that have nothing better to do than gossip all day,” I say.

“Ouch, you sound awfully close,” she says.

“Yeah, we’re as thick as thieves,” I say rolling my eyes. “Oh, they’re also a tad racist, homophobic prudes that believe they always have the moral high ground.”

“Ohh. I see,” she says. “Do you have any siblings?”

I wince at her question. The memory of Grace opens up wounds better left alone. “I did.”

“Oh…” she says.

She reaches over and places her hand on my arm. “Would you like to talk about it?”

“Maybe another time,” I say.

“You know you don’t have to bear the pain alone? I’m here for you,” she says.

“I know. I just… It’s too soon,” I say.

“Okay, but at some point, you need to talk to someone about it,” she says.

I take her hand in mine and kiss the back of her palm. “I promise, I will tell you everything. Let’s just focus on surviving dinner with my parents first.”

“Deal,” she says. “We also need to pick up our costumes for tomorrow.”

“Right. I know just the place for it.”

“That somehow doesn’t surprise me,” she says.

The waitress delivers our food and we dig in. After we finish, I give my friend Charlotte a call.

“Great news, my friend who’s a costume designer for big movie sets says she can help us out after 1,” I inform Nina.

“That’s great!” Nina says.

“What would you like to do until then?” I ask.

“I don’t care, you choose,” she says.

“Want to go to the beach?” I ask.

“Sure,” she says.

We xslot Giriş head back to our place and change into swimsuits. After we grab everything we need. We head down to a private beach of a friend of mine. There’s still a few people out and about on the beach, but for the most part, it’s pretty sparse.

We take and set our blankets out. I grab the sunscreen and start applying it to my skin.

“Would you like me to do that for you?” she asks.

“If you really want to,” I smile.

“Of course, I don’t want my slave to get sunburned,” she grins as she takes the lotion from me and starts rubbing it all over my back. She takes her sweet time as her hands rub my body.

“So this is a private beach?” she asks.

“Yeah, a friend of mine owns the club. The beach is for club members only,” I say.

“Oh cool. I hate it when the beach is overcrowded. It makes me so self-conscious,” she says.

“Is that why you’re wearing that cute little skirt over your bikini bottom?” I ask.

She nods.

“I understand,” I say as I take the bottle from her. “My turn?”

“Yep, I don’t really need much, my skin does pretty well in the sun,” she says.

I squirt some sunscreen on my hand as she lays on her stomach and I start rubbing the lotion into her nice bronze skin starting with her feet and taking my time with her calves. “That feels good,” she says.

I take pleasure in massaging her thick thighs. Kneading the soft skin as I take in her beautiful body. I lean down and lay a kiss on the middle of her back. “You better slow your role, you’re making me horny and I don’t want to pop a boner after I tucked it. I really don’t want to get clocked here.”

“Okay, I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry,” she laughs. “I love the way you touch me and the way you look at me. It makes me feel wanted.”

I kiss her shoulder as I finish rubbing the sunscreen all over her body. She reaches over and pulls out a book from the beach bag. “What are you reading?” I ask.

“This book I found in your library,” she says. “It looks good. It’s called “Love Letters”.”

“That’s Maria’s,” I say pulling the book from her hands. “You… You can’t just…”

I stare at the book and I look back up at her. She looks devastated. Like she just committed a crime. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize.”

“No. You’re fine. I’m the one who needs to apologize. I overreacted. This book is just… Special to me. I made it for our anniversary. I took all the love letters we wrote back and forth and put them into a book. I forgot about it.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” she says.

I hand her the book back. “You can read it. Maria’s gone and I need to move on.”

“Are you sure?” she asks.

“Yeah, I want you to read it. You’re special to me and you deserve to know,” I say.

She gets up and kisses me. “Why don’t we read it together?” she asks.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I want to relive the pain,” I say.

“I understand,” she says.

We spend the next hour bathing in the sun, tossing the frisbee and even get our toes wet. We head back before lunch and clean up. I take Nina to get lunch down in Long Beach. Afterward, we drove out to Hollywood to meet my friend Charlotte.

“Roy! It’s been far too long,” she says, pulling me into a hug. She’s a mature woman, but still beautiful. She’s ages like wine. “How are you holding up. It’s such a tragedy to lose two people so close to you.”

It’s hard not to recoil at the mention of such a painful memory. Especially since everyone I meet seems to want to bring it up.

“It’s good to see you too, Charlotte. I’m doing fine now. This is Nina, my girlfriend,” I say, wrapping my arm around her.

“It’s a pleasure, darling. Roy has always had good taste,” she says giving Nina a peck on the cheek.

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” Nina says.

“So how can I help you, dear?” she asks.

“We’re in need of a favor. We going to Arathicon tomorrow and we need costumes,” I say.

“That’s a tall order for such a short notice,” she says.

“I know and I apologize. I wasn’t planning on going, but it was last minute,” I say.

“Let’s see what we can do. Tell me about the characters,” she says.

“Well, one’s an elf who’s confident, kind of a dominant personality. But she can be really kind and caring. She’s a fierce warrior. Bold and brash. She’ll take risks if she knows it’s for the greater good. My costume is a mix between a mage and a rogue type character. He’s sneaky. He’s a bit of a drinker, or at least he was. He was selfish and only out for his personal gain. That’s because he suffered a tragedy, losing people he loved. So he steals this artifact in hopes to gain back the ones he loves only to learn that it’s not possible.”

“You do have a way with characters, darling. I love it. Now let me see. I think I know just the thing for both of you. Come along,” she says. We follow her through the studio, filled with racks and racks of clothing and costumes, props and different accessories. “So here’s what I’m thinking. As far as the mage goes, I’m thinking Assassin’s Creed style. What color clothing does he wear? Black? Royal Blue? Definitely not white.”

“How about a mix of black and royal blue?” I ask.

“That could xslot Güncel Giriş work,” she says.

“Now is this elf, she more of a ranger or a warrior?” she asks.

“That’s a good question. What do you think?” I ask Nina.

“Maybe more ranger than warrior,” she says.

“Okay, perfect. I guess that’s what we’re going for,” I say.

“I see,” she says. “Well, I think I have the perfect outfit for the both of you. Just wait right here.”

She scurries off and a few minutes later, she’s back with several outfits piled in her arms.

Before I know it, I’m dressed up looking in dark black leather with royal blue cloth wrapped around my waist. The hood looks straight out of Assassin’s creed. “This is perfect. Exactly what I had in mind. You’re the best Charlotte.”

“I know, but it’s still good to hear you say it. Now for you, my dear,” she says as she runs off once more.

“I got to say, you look sexy as hell,” Nina says as she eyes me up and down.

“I know, but I love hearing you say it,” I smirk. She laughs.

Charlotte’s back with another pile of clothes in her hands. She takes Nina behind a curtain and then she comes out looking like a sexy elven ranger. She’s got on a green cloak, with a leaf green tunic that comes down to the middle of her thigh. Knee-high boots with metal shin guards. Her cloak has a hood much like my own. She’s also got a quiver and a cool looking elven blade. A wicked-looking bow to top it all off. She’s even got elven ears to pull her outfit together.

“That is so hot,” I say. “Charlotte you have really outdone yourself.”

“Aww, thanks love. I’ll send you a bill in the mail,” she laughs. I’m sure she’s not joking.

“Fair enough,” I chuckle.

After we get changed out of the clothes, she bags it all up for us. She gives us both pecks on the cheeks and we’re on our way.

We head back to my place. I look at the time as we walk into the penthouse. “We’ve got a couple of hours before we have to meet my parents, what would you like to do?” I ask.

“I can think of a few things we can do to pass the time,” she smirks. As we set our bags down.

“I’m sure you can,” I laugh. She leans and kisses me. I pull her into my arms and hold her tight.

“Well, you’re in charge, my mistress,” I say, kissing her.

“God, you sound so sexy when you say that,” she smiles.

I can’t help but laugh. She unwraps herself from me and grabs my hand, leading me upstairs. “What if I made you meet your parents wearing the collar?” she asks with a devilish grin.

“You wouldn’t, would you? That would not be cool. My parents would flip, they’re kind of prudes and they wouldn’t like you very much,” I say.

“Relax, I’m only joking. Although, it does turn me on though,” she smirks.

“You’re sadistic,’ I say.

“I know and don’t pretend you don’t love it,” she says.

“I can’t lie. I do find it hot. But I also know you actually care about me. And I trust you.”

“You really shouldn’t,” she says as her face softens. She turns away from me. “I’m… I’m not a good person.”

“Nonsense. You’re kind and compassionate,” I say. “How are you not a good person?”

“Roy, I’ve done such despicable things. I’m a whore,” she sniffles. “I don’t deserve you. You’ve been so kind to me. I…”

“Stop it,” I say as I wrap my arms around her. “What you’ve done is in the past. You’re not that person anymore just like I’m not the same person when we first met.”

“How can you be so understanding? For god sakes, a week ago I let four guys gangbang me,” she says. “How can you be okay with that? I’m not… I can’t even look in the mirror without hating myself.”

“I know how you feel, every time I look in the mirror, I wish I could tear it down. I spent almost a year in a drunken, drug-filled stupor. I’ve done so many things I regret. I hate myself too. Who am I to judge you. I don’t care what you’ve done. All that matters is what you do now.”

She leans into me and buries her head into my chest. I wrap my arms around her and lay my lips upon her head. We get lost in each other’s embrace. She leans up and kisses me. Her lips are my salvation. I bring my hands up and hold her face as our tongues touch. She has tears streaming down her cheeks. I brush them away with my thumbs. I pull back and look into her eyes as I hold her. “Nina, you never have to suffer through that again. I promise.”

She kisses my palm. “And you never have to drown in a drunken stupor. I will never be able to replace Maria, but I promise I will love you.”

I kiss her so deeply I feel it in my soul. The touch of her lips upon mine fills me with a flame so hot, it burns every part of me. She pushes me down on the bed and straddles my waist. Her lips find mine with a kiss that sizzles us both. We tear at each other’s clothes until we’re both lying there naked. She flips around so her dick is in my face and takes my cock in her mouth. I grab ahold of her hips as I kiss the tip of her dick before wrapping my lips around her shaft. We suck each other’s cocks like thirsty animals. Her hot wet mouth engulfs my entire cock, giving it a steamy hot bath. I focus on taking hers as deeply as I can. I manage to take her big dick all the way down my throat as her balls rest up against my nose. She takes my cock out of her mouth and before I know it, her finger is a knuckle deep up my ass. I return the favor and get my digit nice and wet. After tickling the ring of her butthole I plunge it deep inside her. We’re both moaning as we take each other’s cocks back in our mouths.

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Dinner

James and Suzanne were so turned on after Claire came. “Get your clothes off, love, I need you and you need me.” James growled.

“No.” Claire said assertively.

“What do you mean. ‘No’…” They both looked at her in disbelief.

“No, wait. You’d both enjoy it better if we did the same to you as you just did for me.” Claire then grinned saucily, “and you’d enjoy it even more if you had to wait.”

“Hell, Claire, I’m already so horny I’m not sure I can wait.” James’ face cleared, “anyway why do we need to?”

“You don’t. But I’m willing to bet that if you do the explosions would be worth it.” Claire stood up, the only one of the three of them naked. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving, and that’s about the right delay to have you screaming for it.” She laughed at James’ and Suzanne’s expressions of pain and lustful stares at her body. “And I’m going to up the anti by staying naked while we eat.” Claire grinned over her shoulder as she walked towards the kitchen swaying seductively.

Suzanne jumped up, pulling James with her, and followed Claire into the kitchen — both practically burning a hole in her back watching her. They grabbed each other for an urgent kiss before drawing Claire into a hug, shamelessly caressing her body. Claire was getting aroused again by their hands and the roughness of their clothes pressed against her nakedness.

“Hey, you two, knock it off. You’re not supposed to be distracting me, just boiling up inside yourselves.” She pulled away, picked up the oven gloves and reached for the food in the oven. The heat from the oven on her bare skin was painfully erotic, and she had to concentrate not to groan aloud.

Sitting opposite Claire, seeing her breasts moving as she ate, watching as she inflamed them by getting up to pour the wine, showing flashes of pussy, back and leg, was delightful torture.

“I think I’m too full for dessert,” Suzanne groaned.

“Huh. I don’t think so. I think you’re famished for dessert, but not of the food kind.” James grinned.

“Yes please.” Suzanne’s face registered her urgent need, her eyes on fire with lust. “Come on Claire, let’s get going.”

They moved back into the lounge, Suzanne and Claire beginning to undress James by mutual consent. Suzanne sat on a chair, and James sank to her lap, rubbing his back on her breasts, just as Claire had done. Suzanne reached round to play in his chest hair, shortly finding his nipples and rubbing and pinching. He gasped, dropping his head back and sideways to kiss Suzanne.

Claire knelt down in front of him, taking his steel hard shaft in both hands and oh-so-slowly rubbing up and down with feather-light touch. James groaned in an agony of pleasure, desperate to for her to go hard and fast. He felt Suzanne move one hand down to massage his flat stomach and play in his pubic hair. When Claire reduced the pressure on his cock by removing one hand, he cried out in disappointment. She continued her feather touch with one hand, rubbing her thumb gently over his tip to gather the drops, gradually changing the sensations from feather skin contact to liquid slide, the lubricant increasing the contact area and subtly changing the feeling.

Her other hand slipped down over his balls, caressing the area below, then round and over his anus. He mewed into Suzanne’s mouth, pulling her head into a deeper kiss, and squirming in delight. Then he gasped as Claire removed both hands, the cool air hitting where her warm hands had been. Suddenly her slick hand was spreading his juice round his anus, and her dry hand was gathering moisture and continuing the stroking. A finger pushed slowly into him, and he grunted, “Oh God.” And his head fell back onto Suzanne’s shoulder.

As Claire inserted a second finger and started moving both in and out, he tensed. Suzanne was running her hands all over his torso, madly kissing and licking his face, and suddenly he came with a shout, bucking his hips and panting. He collapsed back onto Suzanne, limp with satiated delight.

Claire leaned forward to kiss Suzanne as James slithered off to one side. She started undressing her, removing top and bra to gain access to her rock hard nipples. Her tongue followed her hands, laving the silky smooth mounds, teasing nipples, and making Suzanne gasp with pleasure.

James was beginning to come round, realising that he was missing the fun. He sat up and attempted to pull Suzanne onto his lap. “No, dressed you idiot.” Claire shot at him. “Its so much more sexy rubbing up against the rough clothes.

Recognition dawned. Quickly pulling on his jeans and shirt, James sat and manoeuvred Suzanne onto his lap. She rubbed against him and wriggled on his growing erection, stimulated by Claire’s hands and mouth all over her body.

James took over caressing Suzanne’s pebbled nipples as Claire began rubbing her finger’s through Suzanne’s triangle of curls, moving oh-so-slowly towards her beautiful rock hard dick and creaming pussy. Suzanne’s moan of frustration as she moved past her dick down to her pussy made Claire xslot laugh. “James, help the poor girl down here.” Suzanne grunted as James began to stroke her.

Suddenly the stimulation of her dick seemed less important as Claire pushed several fingers into her wet sheath and pulsed them in and out. As she added another finger, Suzanne groaned and bucked against her hand. Finally Claire tucked her thumb in and gently see-sawed her hand until it was buried in Suzanne up to the wrist. Then she started fucking her in earnest as Suzanne ground out, “Oh God. Don’t stop.”

The feelings were so intense she could only concentrate on the fist inside her and be peripherally aware of James masturbating her faster and pulling and pinching her nipples. She felt as if she were on fire, her stomach and hips twitching madly, head thrown back, and panting. “Oh God. I’m coming. Don’t stop.” She gasped out as her body convulsed and deep groans and whimpers were forced out of her.

She was boneless with passion, gasping for breath, and twitching with exquisite shocks of pleasure over skin that felt almost painfully sensitive. But the deep gold feeling of total relaxation sated her as she descended from heaven to caresses and whispers from her two lovers. “Oh I love you so, you beautiful wife. You felt and feel so amazing in my arms. Shh now baby. I love you so much.”

“Hey girlfriend, you looked so good. Such rapture and satisfaction, I came when you did. Oh God, Suzanne, I love you too.”

Suzanne could barely move, let alone speak. She felt so comfortable and warm and loved. After what seemed like ages, she took a deep breath. They had to strain to hear, “I love you both so much. I’m so lucky.” She moved her head to kiss James. When she moved back to kiss Claire, she looked deep into her eyes and gave a heartfelt sigh, “I wish you could marry us too.”

Much to their surprise Claire burst into tears. Horrified, James and Suzanne pulled her to them and comforted her. As Suzanne was apologising for upsetting her, Claire shook her head against them and huffed out through her tears. “No — it’s OK. I can’t believe you said that and invited me to live here. You two are just so wonderful to me.” They lay together like that, flesh to flesh for an eternity, until Claire started shivering.

“Come on, let’s shower and get some sleep,” announced the ever-practical James. By mutual consent they showered together — a gentle pleasure this time — and simply all fell in to bed together. Suzanne fell asleep almost the instant her head hit the pillow after her amazing and exhausting experience.

James took a little longer, but whispered to Claire before he drifted off, “You OK?”

“I don’t know,” she said, wonderingly. “I feel like I’m cushioned from reality and drifting in a warm cocoon. Usually I know what I feel and want,” she felt James’ rumble of laughter, “but I just feel…..I don’t know. Not like sleeping, just content to be here between you two wonderful people. It’s a new feeling, and I think I like it.”

After James had whispered “I’m glad,” and drifted off. Claire lay in her warm cocoon at peace. Suzanne shifted in her sleep, turning more towards her, and her thigh came up to rest on Claire’s. James’ hand was across her stomach, and Claire slipped slowly into sleep with a lovely smile curving her lips.

The bed

They moved Claire’s stuff the next day, giving notice to her landlord at the same time. There was no point in her continuing to live there, as there was no rent to pay with James & Suzanne. Claire had tried to insist, but they were adamant. “Just buy food occasionally. You’re on student money and we’re earning,” they had said.

A month later she still couldn’t believe her luck. Comfortable both physically and emotionally with them, she really felt she had come home. Although she kept her clothes in the spare room, they mostly slept together in the main bedroom. It was a bit cramped in the bed, especially when things got hot, but all three of them preferred it. The only snag, if it could be called that, was the frequent disturbances in the night when one or more of them felt horny. So occasionally one of them would go to the spare room to be on their own for a night or have a lie in.

The sex was amazing, whether it was all three of them, or two of them in any combination. Claire was perhaps the most voracious of the three, but James and Suzanne weren’t far behind.

About a month after she moved in, she and Suzanne were in the kitchen putting the final touches to their meal when James burst in from work.

“What’s up with you?” Claire asked, eyebrows raised. “You look like a dog with two tails.”

“No just a man whose had a wonderful breakthrough and teed up a surprise for you both later on this evening. You’ve got to stay out of the bedroom until later.” James bounced over and kissed them both thoroughly..

Suzanne laughed, “We’ll just have to use the rug then. And soon if you’re going to carry on like that.”

Claire looked slightly surprised, “Wow, you’ve changed. I don’t xslot Giriş remember you being demanding before a bit of a warm up.” She moved over and repeated James’ actions on Suzanne until she was breathing heavily.

“Hey,” she puffed, “eat first or it’ll go dry.”

After clearing the supper, much to their surprise, James disappeared off to the bedroom without joining them on the rug. As they kissed, caressed and began to get quite worked up, they were interrupted by a series of thumps and bangs from the bedroom. Suzanne sprinted to the stairs and called, “Are you OK love?”

James’ voice was muffled, but quite calm, “Yep. I’m fine. Just ignore the bangs unless I yell.”

Claire and Suzanne resumed their exploration of each other, and achieved a couple of very satisfying climaxes each. They were cuddling and recovering on the rug when James came clattering down the stairs, ripping off his clothes as he came.

“Right, now I’m ready for the surprise we can carry on where we started before supper. … Oh — I see you started without me.”

“We couldn’t wait, but more would be good.” As usual Claire took charge. “Lie on your back, fuck one of us and eat the other.”

A raised eyebrow at Suzanne elicited the one word reply, “Eaten.”

Almost before she’d finished, Claire swung over James and speared herself on his rock hard cock. Her head fell back and she shuddered with a huge sigh.

Suzanne was right there with her, facing Claire and straddling James’ face. As his tongue began its work, she too sighed and reached out to drag her thumb over Claire’s nipples. Claire gasped and returned the favour.

Soon all that could be heard were slurps and gasps, until moans and twitches from all three signalled yet again their mutual satisfaction in the relationship.

After a suitable period of recovery, James suggested they dressed ready for the surprise, and shortly after that the doorbell rang.

Suzanne knew it was no good asking what the surprise was. The quickest way to find out was to open the door.

They were faced with two delivery men leaning against what looked like a big single bed. “Where do you want it love?”

James said over her shoulder, “upstairs in the main bedroom please.”

“James, why have you bought a single bed?” Suzanne asked. “We’ve already got one in Claire’s room.

“It’s not a single, it’s half a double. I finally managed to find a firm that makes very wide doubles. It’s more than two feet wider than our present one.”

Instantly the girls were excited. “So that’s what the bumps were. You were dismantling our bed.”

“Yep. Now we need to work out if we want to keep it in Claire’s room, if there is room, or find it a good home.”

After a lot of huffing and puffing the delivery men managed to get the huge mattress upstairs and put it on the field they’d constructed to support it. As soon as they were out of the house, they all rushed up to look, standing together in the doorway.

“It’s amazing, James. Wait a minute — we don’t have any sheets big enough.” Claire’s face fell.

“Ah well. I thought of that. There should be a package here somewhere with a new duvet, cover and sheets sized to match the bed.”

“You clever man.” Suzanne beamed at him.

James had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. “Actually, the firm prompt you — I suppose both because they can sell extra, and because they know the problem!”

They quickly put the sheet on the huge expanse, and jumped on to test it. “Oh wow, we’ve got so much space to sleep properly. It won’t be nearly so necessary to get the occasional night in Claire’s room.” Suzanne beamed again.

“Ah, but we might need to use my room to dress now we’ve such reduced floor space,” laughed Claire. “Hey, let’s christen it,” she continued starting to pull off her top.

“You’re insatiable,” laughed James joining in.

Soon they were a heap of tangled limbs, sensitive skin, heat and grunts of pleasure. Much later they slept in newly acquired comfort.

Brainwave

Weeks later, James and Claire were testing the bed again. It was well up to expectations, as was the sex. As soon as they heard Suzanne come in, they both swung into action. She looked exhausted after a day at school and a parents evening. James went down to make tea and hot food. Claire helped her undress, into the shower and washed her gently. As she was drying her, Suzanne yawned and said, “Thanks so much. You don’t know how good that feels after calming upset parents and encouraging pupils with no confidence. I was wrung out.”

Claire wrapped her up in her fluffy dressing down, and installed her on the settee in front of the fire. At that moment James walked in with scrambled eggs on toast and tea. Suzanne smiled up at him gratefully. “Nursery food. Thanks. That’s wonderful.”

They chatted while Suzanne was eating. When she finished she was so warm, full and comfortable in the heat of the fire she was drifting off.

“Come on sleepyhead. Let’s get you to bed.” Claire laughed, and they dragged xslot Güncel Giriş her off to bed. Getting her into bed was easy, as she was naked under the fluffy dressing down, and they all slept naked anyway. James quickly stripped off and slid under the quilt with her to help warm the bed. Spooning with Suzanne was one of his favourite pastimes, so it was no hardship, especially as he’d had a tiring day too. As his mind drifted, he grinned as he realised that spooning with Claire was his second favourite pastime.

Claire went back down to clear up and shut up, as she had to finish off an essay. Much later she went up and joined the husband and wife in their bed, spooning up to whomever was on the side with the most room. Like James, Claire loved to spoon with the both of them.

James was first to come round in the morning, opening his eyes to the awareness that he had a girl on each side of him. At first he didn’t like to move in case he woke them. Anyway he was enjoying the contact between various parts of their three anatomies. After a while, though, he had to get up to go to the bathroom, so he slid carefully out from between the girls.

An hour or so later, he came up again with three mugs of tea. With the house heating having been on for an hour or more, the girls had pushed off parts of the duvet, and various enticing expanses of extremely beautiful flesh were on show. James felt a definite stirring. He dumped the mugs of tea on the table and reached out to a nearby shoulder, running his hand down the slope to a hill with a cairn on top. One enchanting green eye opened to look up at him, and one beautiful red bow curved into a sultry smile.

“Morning gorgeous.” He said as he leant down to brush a kiss on the smile. The eye fluttered shut and the mouth allowed a breathy moan.

“Come in here and love me gently.” Suzanne muttered sleepily.

Needing no second invitation, James slid in beside her are cradled her in his arms. Her quilt-hot body moulded itself to him and he groaned with lust. “I love you so much.”

As they enjoyed their peaceful cuddle, another arm snaked over them and a third body spooned into theirs. “Morning. ‘S Saturday isn’t it?” asked a sleepy voice. Hearing the affirmative response, Claire continued, “Oh good. No need to hurry.” Her leg came over Suzanne’s and all that could be heard for several minutes was their gentle breathing.

James couldn’t keep still, gently rubbing his cock trapped between Suzanne’s cheeks. He moved slightly down the bed and pushed up into her silky sheath, the breath hissing out between his teeth at the glorious wet friction. Claire felt Suzanne’s dick go rock hard as James slipped into her. It was Claire’s turn to move up slightly and relish the steel shaft expanding her inside till it was buried to the hilt and her clit mashed against Suzanne.

But it was slow and gentle. Unhurried and sensational. Slick and toe-curling. Pooling molten gold and nerve tingling. Sending fluttering messages to three stomachs, and clenching hardness to the nipples. Enhanced by hands wandering over silky flesh. Open mouthed kisses. Building pressure. Low groans and deeper breathing. Moisture breaking out on the skin with pants and squeals until final hard thrusts release huge tension into boneless delight.

Still connected, they relished the slowing breathing and quiet recovery till James whispered:

“I really want to have babies with you, Suzanne.”

Suzanne blushed slightly, “I want that too now we’ve settled together, but not without Claire’s agreement.”

Much to their surprise, Claire smiled, “I’d love to have babies with you, Suzanne.”

“Oh!” was surprised out of Suzanne, and her blush deepened slightly. “I was thinking of your agreement, not to force you into it too — and with me?” she asked.

“Oh yes. That would be so right for you to have them with James, and me with you. That would complete the package.” Claire enthused. “And we’d do it all together which would be so good.”

James pushed up onto his elbow and couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice. “Wow, I love that idea — especially the bit about Suzanne fulfilling her full potential.”

She suddenly realised that with most others she would have felt they were pushing her into “man” territory, but with James it was pure loving of all of her. They shared a heart-stopping grin, and Suzanne felt special all over again hearing how much James cared about and valued all of her.

“What a pity you can’t marry Claire to make it a real contract.” James continued. “It would be so great if we could have a three-way marriage, ‘cos I’d like to make this permanent.”

Claire burst into tears and sobbed, “I love you guys so much, and I’m so touched that you care so much for me.”

Suddenly Suzanne leapt out of bed, making Claire and James jump in surprise. “Wait, I’ve got an idea.” She threw over her shoulder as she ran out of the room and downstairs.

James and Claire turned to look at each other with raised eyebrows. They both realised from the desire in their eyes that they had been staring at Suzanne’s taught backside and shapely legs as the muscles worked with her hurrying out of the room. They laughed and shrugged their shoulders, moving in for a hot kiss to relieve the tension.

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I was slowly working my cock, inch by glorious inch, into her warm, sticky rectum. With a final thrust my entire cock is lodged securely inside her arsehole.

She is the Head of Languages at the public school (private school if you’re from America. I am a teaching assistant). She is bent over the desk in her office. Her black knee high skirt is bunched up around her waist. The black lace thong that she was wearing is now in her mouth. I now begin to slowly pull my cock back until only the head remains lodged in her anal cavity. I then forcefully thrust myself back inside . The thrust draws a muffled whimper from her. I then repeat this motion over and over again, the slow draw back and the quick thrust back inside.

Throughout all of this she tries to remain silent. Her whimpers and moans are muffled by the lacey thong that is now in her mouth. The smell of anal sex is now in the air. I know she can smell it and she knows I can smell it. It seems she hasn’t cleaned her slutty arse properly. She knows what the consequences of a dirty rectum is. Indeed as I look down I see her swollen and distended shithole around my cock. And my dick, well my dick is covered by a sheen, of what I can only surmise, is shit and xslot lube. Surprisingly that sight, instead of causing feelings of disgust, only seems to inflame my lust.

I remove both my hands off of her hips. I place one between her legs and begin tweaking her clit. The other I use to hold her to me so that I can begin my final assault on her arse. I rapidly thrust in and out, sweat dripping from my brow. Her backside meeting my hips with each thrust, The now relentless hammering of her arsehole loosens her once tight sphincter causing every thrust to be punctuated by her farts. Her big round bubble butt jiggles with every impact between my hips and her bum.

The combination of me pounding her rectum and the constant diddling of her clit has brought her to the edge. The thong falls out of her mouth. I tweak her clit her one last time, viciously twisting the small hard jutting lump of flesh. This finally pushes her over the edge. She screams and goes limp over the desk, her feet can no longer able to support her own weight. She loses control over her bladder , the urine making a mess of the floor. Her orgasm causes her anal cavity to tense and relax along the length of my shaft. I cannot take the incredible xslot Giriş sensations any longer. I finally bury myself one last time into her now slack anus and cum deep into her bowels. My orgasm just does not seem to stop, spurt after spurt of semen flooding her rectum. I feel as though I have ejaculated a gallon of semen inside of her. Finally I too collapse. For a while all is quiet except for our laboured breathing.

I fall back into the chair. She remains collapsed over the desk. Her gaping anus now steadily leaking a mixture of cum, lube and shit.

“Slut”.

She knows what that statement means. She drops down on to her knees and takes my cock, now covered in the semen shit and lube mixture in her mouth. She carefully licks the head and then the entire shaft. Every now again she gags as she has to swallow some of the vile mixture. Her careful oral attentions have brought my wilting cock back to my raging erection. Then she swallows my entire shaft and then slowly works her way up the shaft until only the head is in her mouth. She then begins to work her tongue all around the head, even working the tip of her tongue into my pisshole. She does this several times, deepthoating xslot Güncel Giriş me, then washing the head of my cock with her tongue. I look down at her as she is deepthroating me. Her lips are touching the base of my cock. Her nose is nestled in my pubes. Her chocolate coloured eyes are boring into my own eyes, they still show a bit of fight but mostly they show a resignation of hope. Her olive cheeks are now bulging as she works my shaft with her throat, her throat massaging every inch of my cock. . Her carefully styled dark brown hair is now a mess. She quickly pulls all the way out and then just as quickly forces the entire length of my cock back down her throat. She really picks up the pace. Her ample breasts now heaving from the effort. Her tears from the savage buttfucking and from deepthroating my shaft has ruined the little mascara that she had on and is now making a mess of smart white blouse. Her face is covered with saliva, mucus and the juices of my shaft. Finally with my cock buried deep in her throat I explode in orgasm. There is no word of warning, but she just keeps on swallowing load after load that I pump into her warm wet mouth.

She finally stops sucking after she has swallowed every drop. With a few last licks, she carefully tucks my rapidly wilting penis back into my boxers and zips my trousers back up. She is still kneeling in her own urine. I get up from the chair.

I whisper “I’ll be back again whore” and with that I pace out of her office.

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I walk into the hotel lobby, knitting my fingers together. I try to remember everything he has instructed me to do. I look down at my manicured hands and start checking off things in my head. I shaved this morning, my hair was combed, I was wearing his favorite pair of white lace underwear and matching bra, and I had arrived exactly on time. I found our room, 445, at the end of the hall. I knock on the door and keep my head lowered until he answers. I look up at him, and my heart swells.

I finally get to see Christopher, my childhood best friend and lover. He looks at me with the most loving, caring gaze, and invites me into our room. I could hardly take my eyes off of his after all these years. I restrain myself from leaping into his arms and kissing those perfect lips. Instead, I kneel at his feet.

He smiles at me. We both know how critical it is to be serious this first time. I need to be his and he needs to dominate me. Instead of sitting with me and talking about our lives over the past couple of years, he quietly invites me onto the bed with him. I climb in willingly and await further instruction.

First, he peels off my shirt and bra, admiring the tits he has seen many times over FaceTime beylikbagim.com and Skype calls. He kisses my lips tenderly, holding my face and biting my bottom lip. I close my eyes and feel his lips travel down my neck, sucking on that sweet spot that sends shivers through my body. His lips move farther down to my tits, where he begins to gently lick and play with my nipples. Before long, he begins biting down on my nipple, and bold, dominant Christopher comes out.

After removing my jeans and panties, I am blindfolded and tied to the bed posts. He places a spreader bar between my ankles and places a ball gag in my mouth. I shiver with excitement and anticipation, waiting anxiously for his next touch.

Not surprisingly, I feel the riding crop being traced over my legs. I tense up and wait for the first blow. But I know Christopher, and he will make me crave it first. He teases my clit with the end of the crop. I try to close my legs, but the spreader bar prevents it. Nonetheless, I earn myself a swat on each of the insides of my thighs. I groan, wishing it was on my pussy. He leans down and whispers in my ear,

“If you behave, I will not punish your ass.”

He then instructs me to be very quiet and very still. I am shaking in anticipation, and after what seems like forever, the crop lands perfectly on my wet, exposed pussy. I stay quiet, but jump slightly.

Whack. Again, I jump slightly.

Whack. As the crop lands on my clit, I moan in pleasure.

This time he hits me even harder and I can’t help but to moan past my ball gag and arch my back. He keeps whipping my pussy, the white-hot pain turning into warm waves of pleasure coursing through my veins. Suddenly, he stops.

I hear the sound of his clothes dropping to the floor, and my ball gag is removed. He forces my mouth open and instructs me to stick my tongue out. I begin begging for his cock.

“Master, please let your pet suck your cock!”

I feel the tip of his exceptionally large cock spread pre-cum around my lips, like lip gloss. He finally shoves his hard cock down my throat and I begin sucking furiously, worshiping every inch of his cock with my tongue. As he begins thrusting in my mouth, I let my jaw go slack and stick my tongue out so I can lick his balls as he fucks my face. I feel his cock twitch in my mouth, then it is gone. I pout in frustration, and he chuckles.

“I’m saving all of my cum for you later, pet,” he tells me.

My blindfold and restraints are removed. He holds me close and kisses my lips tenderly, as I have dreamed of for years. After forcing my legs apart, he looks at me in the eyes, leans his forehead into mine, and slams his cock into me. I feel so complete. We both stare at each other, breathing heavily. He then grabs me by my throat and begins to slam his cock in and out of me, giving me absolutely no time to adjust. I try to wiggle out of his vice-like grip, but to no avail. He only pins me down tighter. I am gasping for air before he loosens up. He flips me onto my stomach and smacks my ass.

“Up,” he commands.

He begins shoving his cock into my dripping cunt once more. His fingers begin to tangle themselves in my hair, ripping my head up so he can have access to my tits. He alternates between squeezing my tits and reaching around and teasing my clit. Finally, I can’t take it any more. The constant teasing and playing with my tits makes it unbearable for me. He notices and grabs me by my throat, still furiously thrusting in and out of me.

“Beg your Master to cum.”

I scream, “Please Sir, please let your pet cum! I’m begging you Sir, your pet wants so badly to cum!”

One word. The word we have spoken over the phone for years.

“Cum.”

I find my release and am in absolute ecstasy. I had never had an orgasm so powerful. I feel him shove his cock into my ass and find his release, too. After we have come down from our highs, we collapse into each others arms and stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. Finally, he kisses me on the lips and strokes my back until I fall asleep with him.

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Charlie woke up feeling groggy. That wasn’t too unusual, he drank a lot and did more than a few drugs, though not as much of either as he once did. Last night it was just drinking. Charlie’s mother had died in a car accident, and even though Charlie was trying to straighten out his life, he still had to go get drunk.

Charlie’s father Robert, didn’t approve, but Robert hadn’t approved of anything Charlie had done since Charlie was in his teens. Charlie’s twin sister Carla was a different story. Robert doted on her and always had. Carla made good grades in school and always did what the family expected.

It was no great shock when Robert told Charlie that the entire estate, some hundred million dollars or so, would go to Carla, with nothing to Charlie. In truth, Charlie had no one to blame but himself. When he hit his teens, Charlie became a wild child – drugs, alcohol, and sex for starters, then theft and selling drugs when he ran out of money and couldn’t get more from his family.

The first time or two, Charlie’s parents bailed him out or tried to fix things somewhat, but they finally gave up and let Charlie go to jail for a while hoping that would straighten him out. Needless to say, it didn’t. If anything, he went even wilder when he got out of jail. His parents cut Charlie off, financially and emotionally.

Slowly Charlie was starting to turn things around, but it was damned hard. Few people wanted to hire someone with a criminal record, so he worked a lot of odd jobs. When his mother died, Charlie attended the funeral, as did Robert and Carla, and many other people. Most of them barely acknowledged Charlie.

Charlie’s family didn’t talk to him, but through a few others who would, Charlie found out his father had cancer and Carla was going off on a sabbatical to a religious retreat overseas. Charlie continued to struggle, financially and other wise, as he heard his father’s condition was deteriorating, the cancer was spreading.

It was Charlie’s friend Kyle who came up with the idea. Since Charlie was the bad child, and Carla was the good one, maybe Charlie should pretend to be Carla.

“You’re out of your fucking mind, Kyle. No one would believe it and why should I dress in drag just to try to get a few bucks from the old bastard?”

“You got any better ideas, bitch? First off, you and Carla are about the same size and have similar features.”

“Yeah, but there’s some big damned differences between me and my sister.”

“She’s getting the family money and you aren’t. You want to keep scraping by and living day to day?”

“No one would ever fucking believe I’m Carla, for starters.”

“What if I could make them believe it?”

“That would never work.”

“Try it. What do you have to lose? You got nothing now.”

“So what can you do?”

Kyle started by having Charlie get rid of all his body hair. Depilatory creams did most of that, along with shaving his underarms, and cleanly shaving his face. Charlie never had much facial hair anyway, but a really close shave reduced that even more.

Kyle had Charlie brush out his hair, which was almost shoulder length anyhow, then Kyle took Charlie to a salon and had Charlie’s hair cut and styled similar to how Carla wore hers. Kyle took Charlie out shopping. They got some bras and some women’s jeans and tops, along with skirts and shoes, mostly flats and low heels. Kyle made Charlie go in the women’s dressing rooms to try on the clothes, which embarrassed Charlie, but he did it.

They hit a specialty shop and bought some breast forms, and some sexy panties which tucked his penis out of sight. Kyle then took Charlie back and had him dress in panties, bra with breast forms, skirt, and top, along with some nice open flats. Charlie still didn’t exactly look like Carla, but it was now easier to believe Charlie was a woman.

He then took Charlie to get a nice manicure and pedicure, and bought Charlie some makeup, also having the woman there do Charlie’s makeup and explain to him how it should be done. There were still some subtle differences. Charlie’s nose had been broken a few times and didn’t look quite right for Carla, and her lips were fuller, while Charlie had a hint of an Adam’s apple.

The differences were small enough that more than one person saw Charlie and greeted him as Carla. Charlie worked to speak in a slightly higher pitch and most of the folks never knew the difference. Charlie was shocked at how easy it was to fool most of these people.

“This ain’t gonna fool my old man though.”

“Chill bitch. We can get you even closer.”

“Shit man. I don’t have the money for the nose.”

“Relax, girl. I can get the money for what you need.”

“Don’t fucking call me girl, you asshole. And how the hell am I supposed to pay you back?”

“Look, if you are going to pull this off, you need to get used to being thought of and addressed as a girl. Besides you can pay me back as you get money from your old man.”

“I don’t know about this.”

“You want to stay poor the rest of your life?”

“What happens sex izle when Carla comes back?”

“Even your old man doesn’t know, but I found out Carla has stage four ovarian cancer – already metastasized. She didn’t go to a religious retreat, she went for some experimental medical treatment.”

“Shit. What does that mean?”

“Means either you become Carla, or the money goes to the animal league or some shit like that.”

“But won’t people know if Carla dies.”

“We just have to keep that secret, and turn you into Carla, at least as far as anyone can tell.”

Charlie sat, shaking his head for the longest time. He looked into the mirror and was shocked to see what appeared to be Carla in his reflection.

“So what do we do then?”

“I know a doctor who can fix the nose, shave the Adam’s apple, and inject some collagen in your lips. I’ve got some friends and will try to keep Carla a secret, but keep tabs on her.”

Charlie had the surgery done, at which point he looked very much like Carla. Kyle also arranged for Charlie to have his facial hair lasered, so it would not grow or need to be shaved. He also had some other suggestions.

“You want me to do what?”

“Hormone replacement therapy.”

“Why, in God’s name?”

“Women’s skin is softer, more translucent, and has a slightly different smell than men’s. The hormones will change that, along with changing your body shape slightly to make it more feminine, and it will give you some real boobs.”

“I don’t fucking want boobs. I’m a man for crissake.”

“If you want that hundred million, then you are going to be a woman and you’ll be Carla.”

“I want the money, but I don’t know if I can do this.”

“If you don’t get the money, how the fuck do you think you’ll ever pay me back?”

“I’ll try to find some way.”

“Look, Charlie is a fuck-up, everybody knows that. Carla isn’t. If you want to straighten out, what better way than to change who you are and how people see you?”

“How do I know Carla won’t come back and screw this up?”

“We’ll go see Carla. She’s at a clinic in Europe.”

“I don’t have a passport, and even if I did, I wouldn’t look like the picture.”

“You’ll travel on Carla’s passport.”

“What did she use?”

“She used a passport in your name, and checked into the clinic under your name.”

“Why?”

“She wanted to hide her illness.”

Kyle bought two airplane tickets and they flew to Europe. There was a tense moment in security when they got to the body scan, but Kyle discretely told the TSA folks that Charlie was pre-op transgender, and might show up as such on scans.

Charlie was shocked at how Carla looked when he saw her. She’d lost weight and cut her hair in a short masculine style, and looked for all the world like a guy. She was pale and it was pretty obvious that she was not well. Charlie was in a cute skirt and top, with full makeup and low heels.

“Well, I guess now you’re the sister and I’m the brother.”

“I don’t know if I like it.”

“I want you to have a better life, and I think you want to change that around too.”

“But is this the way?”

“This is one way, and it gives you a chance to get Dad’s money, which I may not live long enough to get.”

“How bad is it?”

“They took my ovaries and uterus, then gave me chemo and radiation until it almost killed me.”

“But if it got rid of the cancer…”

“But it didn’t. This is a last ditch effort and a long shot at best.”

“Shit, Carla, I lost Mom, I’m losing Dad, and I’m losing you too.”

“Do you want to lose all of us and also spend the rest of your life in poverty?”

“What about you? What if your treatment succeeds?”

“I have money of my own, and even if I didn’t, I don’t think you’d let me go without.”

“No. You kept me afloat at times when I was really fucked up. Besides, if you recover, you can go back to being Carla and I’ll be Charlie again.”

“We’ll worry about that if it happens. In the meantime, Kyle has kept me up to date, and I approve of what the two of you are doing.”

Charlie cried, messing up his eye makeup. Charlie and Carla hugged each other, and Carla sent Charlie on his way. Kyle and Charlie did a few tourist things before going back. It let all of Charlie’s surgeries completely heal and gave time for the hormone treatments to begin to take effect. Charlie first noticed his nipples getting more sensitive, then his breasts began to grow. He still used padding in his bra, but didn’t need the breast forms any longer. Charlie began adding fat around his hips and losing around his waist, giving him more of a typical female shape.

They came back, and Kyle told Charlie it was time for the real test – going to see his father. Charlie was very nervous, but Kyle told him it would go just fine. Charlie’s Dad was at home, with in-home nursing care. It was obvious that the old man was ill, just as it had been with Carla.

“Well, daughter. You’ve been pretty absent since your mother died.”

Charlie sikiş izle was a little surprised that his Dad would address him as Carla, with no hesitation.

“It was a shock to me too, and I’ve been trying to get my head back together.”

“What happened to your worthless shit of a brother?”

“I… am paying for treatment for him to straighten himself out.”

“Just throwing good money after bad. That boy is hopeless.”

“I have to try though.”

“For a smart girl, you’re really caught up in wishful thinking.”

“But how are you doing, Dad?”

Charlie’s father looked at him and shook his head, frowning. He then sat back in the chair at looked hard at Charlie before continuing.

“It’s just a matter of time, and I know I don’t have a lot of time left.”

“Please don’t say that, Dad. I’m not ready to lose you too.”

“You know that Charles is cut out of the will completely. He is to get nothing. And I’ve got good attorneys to make damned sure that happens.”

“Then that means…”

“I told them everything is to go to my daughter. If my daughter dies first, it goes to selected charities.”

“It isn’t about the money, Dad.”

“It’s always about the money – at least for Charles.”

“I think he’s changing.”

“You’ve always had a soft spot for your twin – misplaced in my view though.”

“You might be surprised.”

“I might, but I probably won’t. It’s been lovely talking with you, my dear, but I’m tired. Come see me again soon.”

“I will, Daddy.”

Charlie slowly began to get used to dressing as Carla. He acted like her and everybody seemed to accept him as Carla. Charlie moved into Carla’s flat and continued to get advice from Kyle. Charlie’s breasts gradually grew to a nice b cup, which is about the size of Carla’s boobs. Charlie began to think of himself as ‘she’ and as Carla.

Charlie got a call from a company that Carla had done some contract work for, saying they needed some help.

“I don’t know. I’m still coping with my mother’s death and my father’s illness.”

“Just take a look at it for us. See what you can do. Last time, we paid $100 per hour, but we can go $150 this time if you can handle it. We expect it to run 200 hours or so. You can use $30,000 for five weeks work, right? “

Charlie told them to send it. When he first looked at it, he was totally befuddled, but as he looked at it further, it made more sense to him. He probably put in more than twice the expected hours, but actually finished it within five weeks. He was very hesitant as he submitted his results.

“Well, Carla, I can see you were a little off your usual, but it is still a decent job.”

“If you need me to redo anything…”

“No, it’s still better than what most of what my folks could do. It’s a very good job, just not as mind blowing as normal.”

“Thanks. I hope to hit my stride again soon.”

“Since you’re back now, we’ll have more work. Count on it.”

Charlie started regularly getting contract work from that company and a couple of others, and was surprised to find he had a aptitude for it. He guessed it must run in the family, and he was sorry he hadn’t realized it before.

One day, Kyle dropped by one day with some news.

“Your sister has died.”

“Oh my God. What do we do? How do we hide it?”

“We don’t hide it.”

“But that messes everything up.”

“Carla checked in there and was being treated as Charles. She made sure the death certificate shows that Charles died.”

“But the body?”

“She told the staff to make sure she was cremated. We’ll go get the ashes.”

Charlie, now Carla, went to her father to give him the news.

“Dad, Charlie has died.”

“Overdose?”

“No, he had kicked all his drug habits. They said the cause was heart failure.”

“Well, we need to get the body back here for burial. He deserves that, at least.”

“He had arranged to have his body cremated, but I’ll bring back the ashes.”

Kyle and Charlie, or Carla version 2, went to get the ashes and bring them back. They also got a copy of the death certificate.

“Kyle, the death certificate says Charles was male.”

“Carla chose that country and clinic because she knew she could specify her gender and they would respect that.”

“Then we’re clear?”

“The only thing that might ring alarm bells is what’s between your legs.”

From that point, the person who had been a guy named Charlie, now was a woman named Carla. There was a nice funeral service for what everyone thought was Charlie. Everyone seemed sad that Charlie had died, and wished that he’d been able to straighten his life out. Even their father seemed genuinely sad at the death.

Several people remarked they were glad that Carla had Kyle in her life now. She tried to explain that there was nothing serious between them. They gave her knowing smiles and told her that when she didn’t have to go public with it until she was ready.

“Kyle, these people seem to think we türk porno are lovers. What the hell am I supposed to say?”

About that time a woman walked up to them.

“You too make such a sweet couple.”

Carla smiled at the woman before replying.

“We aren’t at that point yet.”

Carla’s father walked up behind them right about that time.

“Well maybe you need to get there, girl. I don’t have much longer, and I’d love to see you married before I go.”

“Daddy, I’ll get married when I’m ready, not before.”

“Then maybe I need to figure out how to get you a little more serious.”

Carla kept visiting her father regularly, and he often mentioned that she needed to get married. She tried to deflect it. As far as anyone but Kyle and one doctor knew, she was completely female, but Carla knew better and was frightened that someone would find out.

Her father more clearly began to decline and was often on pain medication when she visited. One day, her father told her something that shocked her.

“Carla, dear, your brother was such a waste, that I worried what he might try to do to get his hands on my money.”

“But he’s dead now, Dad.”

“The two of you looked so much alike, I worried he might try to disguise himself as you for the cash.”

“He couldn’t possibly do that now, could he?”

Her Dad gave her a sad look, before continuing.

“I had a rider in my will that for you to claim the estate, you’d have to have a doctor chosen by the executor, check to verify that you were female.”

Carla’s blood ran cold. She still had a prick and balls. Any doctor who looked between her legs would see that clearly.

“But you can eliminate that provision now.”

“There’s no need, and it shouldn’t be a big deal, just a routine check.”

Carla went to Kyle and told him about that.

“Well, you’ve come this far, are you going to give up now?”

“But they’ll cut off my…”

“Carla, darling, your body is female everywhere except between the legs. You dress like a woman, you act like a woman. That’s the only thing standing between you and millions of dollars.”

“That’s the only thing tying me to what I used to be.”

“What you used to be was a drug addict and a thief. Leave that behind. Embrace the new you.”

“I don’t know if I can give that up.”

“You either give that up, or you give up the riches that are yours for the asking.”

Carla cried, and Kyle held her and comforted her. At first she welcomed that, then began to feel a little weird about having him hold her like that. The really strange thing was that she was beginning to have a sexual attraction to Kyle, as well as to some other men. She still was attracted to women as well, but was a little scared by it all.

“I could just walk away from the estate, and walk away from being Carla. I’ve straightened out my life and am making a decent living now.”

“You’ve making a decent living as Carla. How many of those folks would hire Charlie. And you wouldn’t be able to access Carla’s bank accounts either.”

“What if I want to be a guy? What if I want to be with a woman? What if I want to have kids?”

“One effect of the t-blockers and estrogen was to make you infertile as a man. Most of the rest can be reversed, and the boobs excised, but you’ll never have kids, either as a man or woman.”

Carla spent days thinking about it and crying, before she decided to go ahead with the surgery. Kyle arranged to have it done by a surgeon overseas. Carla told her father she had to get a medical treatment and would be gone for a short time. Her father kissed her and told her he hoped she was better soon.

The doctor explained that he would use the skin from the penis and testes to build a vagina and labia. She woke up after surgery, very sore between her legs, but the doctor told her the operation had gone perfectly. She would have packing in her new vagina for a few days, then that would be taken out and she’d have to use a dilator, essentially a dildo to stretch it out for a few months.

The doctor assumed Kyle was her lover, and told her it would be several months before she could use her vagina for sex, and might need lubrication then. Carla didn’t want to tell him that she had no intention of letting Kyle stick his dick in her, even as she got goose bumps at the thought of it.

It took about a week before Carla could move normally again. She and Kyle flew back to see her father, who was now just weeks from death. Just before her father died, Carla told him that they should get that ‘routine’ check done to verify that she was female. Her father’s doctor was visiting and the two of them, along with a nurse, went to another room, where he very briefly examined her and told her father that Carla was indeed female.

Carla’s father died shortly after that, and she was caught in a whirlwind of the funeral arrangements, funeral, and burial. There was an enormous outpouring of respect for her father. Again people lamented that Charlie had gone so far wrong, and sympathizing with Carla over having lost her entire immediate family.

Kyle was at her side throughout this, and everyone assumed they would marry soon, much to Carla’s chagrin. A few weeks after her father’s death, they sat down to go over the will. Carla then got her last shock.

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Eve’s Introduction to BDSM Pt. 01

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Dinner at Irene’s was always interesting.

During the week when Irene and Eve had coffee together, the subject of B.D.S.M had come up.

“If you are interested in learning more you should meet Master Michael.” Irene said with a twinkle in her eyes.

“Ooh.” Eve said “Who is he?”

“Come to dinner on Saturday night around 7 and you can meet Him.” She said.

And so, Eve arrived at Irene’s palatial house, courtesy of her ex-husband, on Saturday night and was introduced to Michael.

She mused at how Irene referred to him as Master or Master Michael, and giggled quietly to herself thinking Irene was leading him on.

He was tall, dark, with very dark piercing eyes. He had a nicely trimmed full beard and was well spoken, appeared to be well educated and in his late forties. During coffee, the conversation changed from European art to B.D.S.M.

“Eve is interested in learning more about the subject, Master Michael.” Irene said. “She thinks she might be a submissive or even a slave.”

“Oh, is that true?” Michael replied looking at Eve.

She nodded and lowered her eyes at him across the table.

“Do you think you might be a submissive or a slave, Eve?” He questioned.

“Is there a difference?” she answered.

“Yes there is.” He replied.

She looked up at him with questioning eyes.

He went on. ” A submissive is one who gives responsibility for part of her life to another. That other person accepts the responsibility for that part of her life. He makes all the decisions for her, she has little say in those decisions but may veto a decision with a “safe word” if she chooses.

Eve listened in silence.

“A slave, gives all the responsibility for herself to another, she may not even have “safe words” to use. She is totally trusting in that person for her welfare. Both the slave and the submissive derive their pleasure from serving; in giving pleasure to her Master.” He continued.

“If I decided to become a submissive or slave can I go back to how I was if I don’t like it?” she questioned.

“Yes of course you can. You may choose to be a submissive or slave for a short period of time and then revert back.”

Irene sat and watched them both with a faint smile on tecavüz porno her face.

“How do I start such a relationship?” Eve asked.

“You simply ask the one you wish to serve.” He said.

“So I can say that I want to be your submissive or slave for the next two hours and then revert back to how I was?” she asked.

“Yes, if you choose to.” He said.

“OK.” She said with a grin on her face. “Michael may I be your slave and serve you for the next two hours?”

“Yes I would be honored to have you serve me, Eve. From now on you will call me Master and you will refer to Irene as Mistress.” He said in a deeper more authoritative voice.

She nodded. “Yes Master.”

She sat and wondered what would happen next. She looked across at him, uncertain of what to do.

“Now stand up and remove your panties, put them on the table and come and stand alongside me”

Surprised at His request, she slowly stood, reached under her short green skirt, slipped her fingers into the waistband of her panties and slipped them down over her hips and down to her ankles. She reached down picked them up and placed them on the table, before moving around the dining table towards him.

She stood alongside his dining chair, proud of completing her first task. He sipped His red wine and placed the crystal glass carefully on the polished dining table.

Without a word he slipped his hand under her skirt and between her unsuspecting thighs, closing his fingers around the soft lips of her vulva. She jumped and was tempted to slap him for taking such liberties with her, but then remembered T/their agreement.

A finger probed between her labia and found the entrance to her vagina. She moaned quietly to herself, and looked embarrassingly across the table to Irene, who was sitting smiling. Irene nodded to her.

“She needs to be shaved.” He said sharply to Irene as He rolled the soft flesh of her nether lips between his fingers.

“Yes Master.” Irene replied, and got up and disappeared into the bathroom.

The offending finger was probing inside her now, signaled by the embarrassing wet sound from between her thighs.

“Take off your blouse and bra, slave.” He said quietly.

She üvey anne porno did so unhesitatingly, grateful for something to do to get her mind off His hand which was still probing mercilessly between her legs. She reached back to unfasten her bra, an action that unwittingly opened herself up even more to him and his fingers took full advantage. She gasped.

He looked at her bare breasts, reached across with his free hand and began to knead the soft flesh, her nipples becoming hard.

As Irene returned, He removed both his hands from her.

“Do a little parade for us, eve” he commanded.

Dressed only in her high heels and skirt she walked back a forth, doing a little twirl as she reached the wall of the room.

“Stop!” He ordered. “Take off your skirt and then continue.”

She slipped the skirt down to her ankles, bending at the knees, trying not to expose herself more and still keep balance in her high heels.

She continued to walk, ever conscious that the high heels made her hips and backside sway provocatively. Her movements made the dampness between her thighs feel cool. A faint waft of her aroused femininity rose up to her nostrils. She blushed.

“You may stop now, eve.” He said softly. He paused. “Irene?”

“Yes” Master she replied.

“Explain to eve the Nadu position.”

Within minutes, under the gentle guidance of Irene, eve found herself kneeling before him, her back straight, her chin held high, eyes lowered and her hands resting palm upwards on her widely parted thighs. His focus was between her legs. He was looking at the small triangle of soft dark hair the base of her tummy.

Without moving his gaze from her crotch, he spoke. “Eve whenever you approach me this will be the position you will adopt. It is called the Nadu. you will also kneel before Irene in this position, but with your thighs together. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master” she whispered.

“Irene, teach the girl the Sula-ki position.”

“Yes Master” Irene replied.

eve was asked to lie on her back. Thighs wide apart, hands lying beside her palms open and facing upwards. She stared at the ceiling.

“Slide your knees up, eve” Irene said üvey erkek kardeş porno softly. “Now raise your hips.”

Eve did as she was commanded. She felt so exposed to both their gazes. She felt vulnerable with her legs parted.

She pushed her vulva upwards for them both to see.

“Shave her.” Michael said sharply to Irene.

“Yes Master” she replied.

Irene applied the shaving cream to Eve’s pubic triangle of hair and to the lips of her outer labia. She gently massaged the soft hair. Eve gasped as she realized this was the first time she had been touched in such a private place by another woman. The thought excited her.

The razor was sharp and all Eve felt was the coolness as it glided over her skin. Irene quickly finished her task and wiped the area clean with a warm moist towel. It felt cool and fresh between her legs.

Michael looked down at her crotch.

“That is much better.” He commented. “Now back to the Nadu position, slave Eve.”

she knelt before him, his eyes roaming from her breasts to her naked crotch.

“There is just one more position for Irene to teach you and that is the Karta.” He said.

Under Irene’s guidance, Eve practiced leaning forwards from the Nadu position so that her cheek touched the floor, her arms reaching forwards with her palms pressed to the floor and her fingers spread. Her backside was embarrassingly high and exposed. But Irene and Master Michael both seemed appreciative of her efforts.

“In future you will enter the room naked, adopt the Karta position at the door and beg permission to proceed.” Master Michael said to her. “If I give you permission to proceed, you will rise quickly and without saying anything, you will come to Me and kneel in the Nadu position.”

She nodded and whispered. “Yes Master.”

“Before any scene,” He continued, “You will shave yourself as Irene did for you tonight. As a slave you will wear neither jewelry nor clothes. You own nothing, only what I choose to give you. “

“Yes Master.” She replied.

“Remember” He continued. “You have no rights. You are to be pleasing at all times, and you belong to me.”

“Yes Master.” She whispered with downcast eyes.

He looked at His watch.

“It has been two hours, collect your clothes, dress and leave.” He commanded.

Eve bowed her head, wished Master Michael and Mistress Irene farewell. She rose to her feet, picked up her clothes and left the room. She dressed quickly in Irene’s bedroom before letting herself out the front door.

It was after midnight.

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The King and I Ch. 01

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This is the first part of a multi-part story. It sets the scene for the rest of the action.

I woke up to a blow job. It was still dark and I couldn’t see who it was but I was too exhausted to care. I lay back and let whoever it was swallow my rapidly growing cock, sucking me in as I hardened. Whoever it was certainly knew what they were doing and it wasn’t long before I was shooting what little I had left into their mouth, hearing them slurp it all up, feeling them gulp it down. It had been one hell of a night. It was hard to believe it all started because I was involved in amateur dramatics. Totally sated I drifted back into sleep thinking about how the evening had begun.

I don’t recall how it happened, but when I was still at school I was persuaded to join the school theatre group. Once I started though I was hooked. There was something about legitimately becoming someone else, of throwing aside your normal public face and if the part required it, behaving totally outrageously, that really connected. I suppose it was because I had this ability to let rip, not to be frightened, that I sort of graduated to the extreme parts.

In my first year at University I got the Yul Brynner role in “The King and I”. I had a good voice and although this wasn’t my sort of music, no one else came near at the auditions. It wasn’t essential to shave my head, but the producer thought that if I were willing it would help, since his performance was the definitive one in the eye of the public. This was in the early 1970s, when very long hair was the norm, so knowing that when I hit the streets my shiny pate would really stand out, I put it off for a while, figuring to wait until closer to the dress rehearsals.

Like me the female lead wasn’t the obvious choice. She was quite a bit older than Anna should have been; in fact our ages were probably reversed from what the parts demanded, she being in her mid-30s. But, she had a great semi-operatic voice and good stage presence, plus she was a much better actor then I was ever likely to be. She had been at drama school, but pregnancy and marriage (in that order I gathered) had ruined her chances. She was divorced now and apparently there were no children around.

So, like any amateur group we made the best of what we had. I soon found that although my voice was good for a pub band it wasn’t really up to the sort of singing we had to do in this show and early on it showed signs of giving out. Anna (I won’t use her real name) offered to give me some voice coaching and take me through some of our more complex scenes together.

To my surprise we got on really well and with her help both my singing and acting improved enormously. As we got closer to the production date I decided it was time to do the deed and shave my head. I cut it back very hard with scissors and then tried an electric razor across the top. I made a right mess and it looked awful. When I went to my next rehearsal session with Anna at her house, I wore a woolly cap to hide the awful state of my scalp. Anna saw the mess and offered to finish it off for me. She said she couldn’t concentrate with that awful sight in front of her.

She took me into her kitchen and sat me on a stool, wrapping a towel round my neck. She filled a bowl with warm water and then started smoothing shaving cream over my head. I was wondering how she happened to have any when, as if reading my mind, she said, “I use this for shaving my legs,” she paused, “and if you believe that you will believe anything!” She laughed and so did I.

She carried on with smoothing in the shaving cream, massaging my scalp. I started to feel slightly uncomfortable. I thought of her as a friend but the sort of slow stroking of my head she was doing seemed just a little more friendly than normal. She started shaving me then, slowly taking the razor over my scalp, wiping it on a towel, then again, slowly and quite languorously working her way across my head. She finished I thought, then wiped the soap from my head, and ran her fingers across the smooth skin, covering every inch of my scalp with a soft gentle touch.

“Not smooth enough” she said and immediately soaped up my head again and repeating the process. Again she wiped the skin free of soap, then took a soft damp cloth and smoothed it across the head, gently removing every trace of soap. I started to get up, thanking her but she pulled me back onto the chair.

“Your scalp isn’t used to this,” she said, “it will need some protection.” She splashed some lotion on my naked scalp and began gently smoothing it in. Her soft fingers on my naked scalp were quite stimulating and to my embarrassment I became quite hard. My arousal was not eased by my realising that her touch on my scalp was changing, her strokes across my hand becoming somehow almost erotic. Her breath in my ear was harsh and she seemed almost to be panting. It seemed that she found massaging my naked head to be similarly stimulating…

She suddenly stopped the smooth gentle handling of my head and stepped back. She gulped in some air porno indir and started bustling around clearing up the shaving gear and soap. She seemed to be as embarrassed as I was. I pulled the towel from around my neck and stood up, then went into the next room and pretended to consult my script. I wasn’t quite sure how to cope with this new Anna who had become aroused by the touch of my scalp.

Our rehearsal that night was not a success. We both knew something had happened and we were tense and on edge. After a while, we decided to call it a night and I went home. By the next rehearsal we managed to settle down to a reasonable working arrangement, but our relationship had definitely changed. We were much more aware of each other’s presence in some indefinable way. That edginess seemed to help the performance however and the production was a great success.

Despite Anna’s reaction I hadn’t anticipated my shaven head would have the same impact on other women. I would be sitting on the bus and a hand would reach out and stroke my head. Turning round I would find some middle-aged lady looking embarrassed. It was the same in lectures. Women were actually jostling to sit behind me so that they could stroke my head. At first it was annoying but gradually, like any horny 19 year old I began to see the possibilities.

At first I would just grab their hand and hold it there. Later I started asking if they had any shiny bits they wanted me to polish, or I might ask if I could rub to rub the bits they had shaved. It was usually good for a laugh if nothing else and a couple of times I struck gold, not always where I might have expected. Women in their 30s and 40s turned out to be much randier than this particular 19 year old expected. Suffice to say I had a good time, good enough to decide to keep my head shaved.

I stayed in the theatre group and did several more productions, although I didn’t play opposite Anna again until our Christmas pantomime, some three years later. I was cast as the Ugly Sister and Anna as the Prince in Cinderella. For this to make sense you need to know that the British pantomime is a rather strange thing. It blends the Italian Commedia del’Arte with Music Hall, medieval mystery plays and modern pop culture into a dramatic form unique to Britain. One key element is the fact that it involves several parts played by members of the opposite sex. So, the Principal Boy is nominally the boy hero, but the part is always taken by a girl, usually in a short tight jacket with knee high boots and fishnet stockings. The Dame is usually dressed in grotesque outrageous clothing, with many costume changes. In Cinderella, men also play the Ugly Sisters, but they are much closer to being villains than the camp good humour of the Dame character. In this production, the show ended with the wedding of Cinderella and the Prince, so all the costumes for this scene were really elaborate.

We only had one Ugly Sister in this production, because I was the only one willing to go into drag other than the Dame, who took the same role every year. Like the Dame the Ugly Sisters would normally have looked pretty grotesque and would obviously be a man in drag. Because I was on my own this time, the director decided to go for a different version of grotesque and dressed me to look as realistic as a six foot tall rugby player is ever going to be. I had to have my legs and chest waxed, which was painful, and then from somewhere he got an incredible costume. I had thigh length red leather boots with four inch heels. My dress was cream silk cut short above the boots, with red panties showing underneath. I was given a realistic set of false tits, including a quite impressive cleavage, although the high collar of the dress hid that. I wore long cream gloves, matching the dress. On my bald head was mounted a huge beehive wig, at least 18 inches in height, with flowers and fake gemstones woven in to it. To that was added dramatic eye makeup and bright red lipstick.

The director got Cinders and Anna to show me how to walk in all this as realistically as possible. Cinders insisted that could only happen if I was wearing the right underclothes, so she had me practice walking in her flat wearing the full costume – she dug out some skimpy black panties and a lacy black corset for me to wear under the dress. She seemed to find it something of a turn on seeing me dressed like this and made sure I was well rewarded for my efforts (but that’s a separate story!) Anna was a little bemused by it all but worked hard at getting me into character.

By the time we were ready for the show I had the walk and other female mannerisms off pretty well. I thought I looked quite hot, even for a rugby player and, if truth be told, was rather enjoying the experience.

Anna’s costume as the Prince, was an elaborate brocaded jacket; her long hair was swept back and retained by a velvet bow and of course her long legs were encased in sheer black stockings and tight knee high shiny black boots. She looked incredible. rokettube Cinders wore a white cheongsam style dress with a tight bodice and a tight skirt that came to just above her knees but was slashed on both sides almost to the waist exposing her blue garter and white stockings. She really did look hot…

The show ran for a week, finishing on the Saturday evening. It was a huge success and my entrance at the wedding always seemed to bring the house down. As usual, after the last performance we had a party. Most people changed out of costume, but Anna, Cinders and I decided to keep in character. So, I flounced around the room chatting up all of the men, some of whom seemed unexpectedly responsive to my advances, while Cinders and the Prince wandered around glued at the lips, which also got several male members of the cast rather steamed up.

By the time the party wound down, Cinders was quite tipsy and suggested we go to the pub next door, staying in costume. I wasn’t sure, but Anna, who had put away a fair amount of alcohol herself was game so I gave in. My only concession was to change the beehive wig for one I wore earlier in the panto, with auburn hair halfway down my back. Without that I would never have got through the door. So prepared, we set off.

Our entrance was dramatic to say the least. After all, it isn’t every day you see a 6 foot Amazon in thigh length boots walk into a pub, followed by a Regency dandy in boots and black stockings and a bride with veil and wedding bouquet, flashing her garter. After the first WTF as we walked in, we got a huge cheer. I led the way to the bar, wiggling my hips, closely followed by the other two. Strangely, I was the one who had to fend off most of the arse pinching. Staying in character I asked for a ‘Long slow comfortable screw against the wall’, a cocktail with gin, vodka, southern comfort, Galliano liqueur and orange juice. As you might expect, this provoked another rowdy outbreak. Keeping up their rôles, the Prince ordered a vodka martini and Cinders had champagne (well actually a disgusting fizzy concoction called Babycham made from pears but served in a champagne style flat goblet). The cocktail was disgusting but powerful and after a couple my inhibitions, such as they were, began to loosen.

I turned around and surveyed the room. By now most people were pretty drunk and the place was getting even rowdier. I could see that several men in the room were eyeing us up, including one group of three who kept looking over at us, then whispering amongst themselves.

I turned to Anna and Cinders – “I think we’ve scored” I said, indicating the group across the room. Anna laughed. “I didn’t think you went for men” she said. “I’m not a lesbian” I replied in mock indignation. I was getting very drunk by now – the cocktails I had been drinking were very powerful!

“Come on, let’s chat them up – it will be a good laugh,” said Cinders. Anna was uncertain. “Come on Anna,” she said, “when was the last time you had a good no holds barred fuck?” “Too long,” she replied, “but this is just too bizarre. You are suggesting that the three of us go and chat up those three guys over there, but have you forgotten that Joe here, however sexy he looks is actually a bloke?” “I think they have worked that out too,” said Cinders. “Doesn’t seem to bother them. Look at them though – gorgeous they are.”

“What about you Joe? Are you game for this”

“Yeah,” I said drunkenly. “I can always make an excuse and leave.” This was always the final line in the salacious reports in one popular Sunday newspaper of the time. Cinders laughed at that, but Anna didn’t seem very amused.

By now, I was really getting into character again – and only partly because of the drink. I was mildly turned on by the attention I had got at the party and now in the pub. So, I sashayed across the room towards the three who had been watching us. “My friends over there think you are very attractive.” I said.

The three were all very similar in size and build. About 6 foot in height with broad shoulders and massive torsos. All were clearly rugby players like me, although I didn’t recognise them. One had light sandy hair, one was ginger and the other was dark haired, which in my drunken state was about the only way to tell them apart. “Which one?” said the dark haired one. “Does it matter?” I replied. “Nah” said Sandy.

I turned and waved Anna and Cinders over to the table. They looked at each other; Cinders started to move, and then waited for Anna. She shrugged and tagged along. As they came over, I slid into a seat next to Sandy, facing the other two, and then crossed my legs, flashing my panties at them and savouring the swishing sensation as my nylon clad legs rubbed together. I saw Ginger goggle at my legs, his eyes travelling up to my panties, then as Anna and Cinders sat down between Sandy and his friend, his eyes looked ready to pop.

The slits in Cinders’ skirt exposed great lengths of shiny nylon with just a hint of bare flesh at the top, while Anna’s seks filmi jacket only just covered her arse, leaving nothing but panties, a flash of leg and then thigh high boots. The two of them were a fetishists wet dream – even I was getting a hard on, despite being bound into my costume. Sandy and his friend couldn’t keep their eyes off the two of them and poor Ginger didn’t know where to look.

“Come on boys”, I snapped. “We girls need drinks.”

“It’s Ginger’s round,” said Sandy. “What will you have?” stammered Ginger.

“I’ll have a long slow screw against the wall,” I said huskily, doing a bit of a Dietrich impression. “Vodka martini” said Anna. “Champagne!” chimed in Cinders. Off went Ginger, walking carefully to conceal a painful looking erection in his tight jeans. I watched him to the bar, idly scanning his tight arse and broad shoulders. I looked back towards Anna and Cinders and realised they were watching me rather strangely. Ginger soon came back with the drinks, including a bottle of real champagne and distracted them before they could say anything further. Drunk as I was I realised I was heading into new territory for me. Anna merely lifted an eyebrow while Cinders whooped as she saw the bubbly.

Sandy’s friend popped the cork and poured out a glass for each of us. We all clinked glasses. “Party on” shouted Cinders. I realised she was even drunker than me, and Anna wasn’t much better, despite her disapproving looks. The three boys were also well away.

We chatted on, Sandy and his friend on either side of Anna and Cinders. Sandy’s hand kept sliding along Cinders’ thigh, heading for that small patch of bare flesh. She kept slapping it away, but I noticed it got further each time. Meanwhile his friend had his hand on Anna’s leg, just above the boots. She made no effort to move it, while her own hand ran across his well-muscled chest. Poor Ginger just looked across at me wide eyed. Meanwhile from somewhere, I assume the three boys, the drinks kept coming and all of us got steadily drunker.

Someone left from the table behind me so I turned the chair around and patted the seat, inviting Ginger to sit beside me. He leapt across. I noticed his bulge was if anything even bigger. I leaned towards him and whispered in his ear “Nice package.” Amazingly he blushed, his eyes on my fake tits. “I think you are beautiful,” he stammered. I wasn’t sure how to respond. Was he queer and coming on to me, or was he so drunk he didn’t realise I was a bloke? I was wondering how to respond, when Anna leaned over.

“We are going back to Sandy’s place. Are you coming with us?”

“Sure” I said, and as I did, Ginger leapt to his feet, almost knocking over the table. His friends laughed at his clumsiness and as they were distracted Anna leant over and whispered, “Are you sure?” “He’s cute,” I replied, surprising myself as much as her. She shrugged, then whispered something in Cinders’ ear and she gave me a surprised look. “What?” I said.

We all left the pub, with me fending off most of the gropes as on the way in. Outside it was cold and as the cold air hit, I began to wonder what I was letting myself in for. “It’s just round the corner, said Sandy, leading off, his arm around Cinders. Anna was on the other side, her arm also around Cinders’ waist, her hand gently caressing her bum. I realised his friend was going in the opposite direction. “Isn’t he joining us?” I asked.

“Nah – He has to get up at 4.00 am tomorrow to catch a flight to Australia so he’s off home,” said Sandy.

This was getting even more bizarre. There were now only five of us, three men and two women, but one of the men (me) was dressed as a woman and being chatted up by one of the other men (Ginger), while one of the women (Anna) was dressed as a man and was busily squeezing the arse of the other woman (Cinders) who was in turn necking with the other man (Sandy).

I briefly wondered if I should leave them to it, but then thought “What the hell. Its only kinky the first time.” I slipped my hand though Ginger’s arm and we stepped out behind the other three. It was quite something watching Cinders as she walked in front of us. The dress was tight across her backside, clearly defining her cheeks, each one swinging into prominence as she walked. Anna and Sandy each had a hand across her arse, their arms overlapping as if they were carrying her.

Despite my heels, Ginger was my height. I hung onto his arm and ran my other hand up his arm, feeling the definition of his muscles. He shivered and so did I but not from cold. He looked across at me, a strange expression on his face. He was about to say something when the others stopped and Sandy rummaged around in his pockets before finally producing a key. He opened the door and the three of them trooped in, Ginger and I following.

The flat was above a shop, so we all had to go up a narrow staircase. Sandy led the way followed by Anna, Cinders and Ginger, with me in the rear. As they went up I had the amazing site of Anna and Cinders, their backsides tightly encased, swinging from side to side as they negotiated the stairs, followed by the equally tightly wrapped arse of Ginger. I just stood for a second at the foot of the stairs watching, then gingerly followed them – I hadn’t practiced stairs in my heels, so had to take them very gingerly.

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The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 08

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Our Tale continues. Martin is not sure of all the why’s. He is beginning to understand the realities though. The Tale continues to twist it’s way through logical answers to unreal questions and expectations.

Things are subtly changing…………Hmmm

*

Martin didn’t want Missy to leave. The realities of his situation were now too much. He reluctantly signed the papers and Missy promised to get back to him on the annulment as soon as she could. She led him back to the house reassuring him along the way.

“Mother……I don’t want to go back in that house,” he kept telling her as they walked up the sidewalk to the door. His dress swaying as he walked in the heels struggling to keep up.

“There’s got to be an easier way out of this. Take me with you, now!” he insisted. When they got the door, Missy adjusted the large bow on his sash, and then the one in his hair. He was still dressed all in white and dressed in such an innocent manner.

“Be strong Martin,” she said. “I promise you, we can get this all taken care of, and soon.” She then kissed him on the neck softly. Missy walked away leaving him standing there, alone. Martin looked back over his shoulder at her as she walked away. He turned as he heard the door open.

“Have a nice visit with your mother Mrs. Vargos?” Leanne asked as she took his elbow and led him back in the house. Leanne checked him over quickly pulling on the hem of his dress, smoothing the skirt of his dress and patting his hair with her palms.

“Yeah, it was fine,” he said. “I’m back in the house now. Take this stupid thing off my face,” he said in an even unemotional tone.

“I’m sorry ma’am, the mask must stay on for now.” Martin turned his head in frustration.

“Did your mother comment on how pretty you looked today?” Leanne asked with a smile. “After all, she is the one that requested you wear a petticoat and have bows in your hair for your little garden get together today.” She smiled as Martin’s eyes met hers. “Did she like it?” she asked as she fluffed his sash bow.

“My mother asked you to do this?” he sounded surprised……and pissed “She asked you to put a bow in my hair?” he glared at her through the mask.

“And the petticoat. Yes ma’am,” she said as she stood back and admired his appearance now.

“That bitch. Does she have anymore plans for me that I should know about? Tell me Leanne. Why did she say she wanted me wearing a petticoat? Just so she could get a good laugh probably.” He turned away recalling how she had laughed at his appearance as he approached in the garden.

“I don’t know Mrs. Vargos. I didn’t ask her. I suppose she felt you would enjoy being in pretty petticoats and bows for the afternoon,” she said as she motioned for him to go ahead of her into the study. As they walked his mind raced with questions and contradictions. Why did Missy request he be dressed in such sissy things if she was really trying to help him get out of here? She had to know how humiliating it was for him to be dressed like this. Adding those bows and a petticoat just made it worse, even here in this place. He became even more concerned about those papers he had signed now. Was there a twist that he had missed in signing those papers? He didn’t trust her. Not at all. She had convinced him she was helping him, but now he knew she was just having fun at his expense.

As they entered the Drawing Room, Martin hesitated. Two of the security assistance were there waiting for him. One was the man Martin had dealt with earlier, and the other was a woman Martin recognized from his preparations before the wedding ceremony.

“What’s going on here Leanne?” he asked as she urged him forward. “What are these two goons doing here?” Martin now knew whenever he saw them around, that he wasn’t going to be real happy about what came next. The two took Martin by his arms and pulled him to one of the chairs in the room. Leanne patted him on the back and turned to leave without saying a word. Martin looked over his shoulder to her.

“Leanne! What’s going on?” Panic set in as he struggled. “What are they going to do?”

All kinds of things ran through Martin’s mind as he was handled firmly. Martin was bent over the back of the chair. His dressed flipped up in the back.

“What are you doing?” Martin yelled. “Let me up!”

Martin felt his stocking being detached from the garters and his open bottom girdle rolled up over his butt. His panties were pulled down.

“Stop it,” he growled, but the woman xhamster porno ignored his appeals and continued her work as the man held Martin over the chair.

She put on a surgical glove and lubricated a finger and slowly worked into Martin’s ass as he fought back. Were they preparing him for some kind of afternoon delight with the Baron? His mind was moving too fast, but all he could think of now was getting her finger out of his ass.

“What are you doing?” he hissed looking back at her. The woman said “OK, I’m ready.” and she took a rather large object from table. It was two foot in length with a rubber penis on the end of a two inch diameter chrome pole.

“Oh know you don’t,” Martin said as he kicked at the woman with his heels. She parted his cheeks and he soon felt the pressure of the rubber penis at his new love hole and was unable to resist it’s entry for very long. He felt his butthole began to expand to accept the lubricated device, though he desperately tried to squeeze tighter. As it entered Martin felt pain as it worked it’s way inside him widening the path as it intruded into his rectum.

“AGGGHHHHH!!!!” Martin grunted in disgust. Martin tried to stand up as the penetration continued, but the firm hand held him down.

“OOOWWW!!!!” Martin wailed again as the object slowly reached it’s final penetration of 7″ up his sore rectum. The rubber dildo had disappeared leaving the chrome pole now just at his cheeks. They stood Martin up now, the chrome pole dangling just behind his knees. He couldn’t stand quite all the way up straight, as the discomfort in his ass caused him to instinctively to want to squat.

“Take it out!” he whimpered as he was slowly turned. “Why are you doing this?”

They took his arms and led him slowly over to the door that led out to the Drawing Room deck that looked out over the back of the estate. His dress still was pinned up in back as he walked. They walked slowly, the pole swaying painfully hanging from his ass as he walked slightly squatted and bent forward. A metal pedestal was positioned by the rail of the deck, and it had a large metal plate with a another chrome pole projecting straight up.

“Oh no you don’t!” Martin shook his head realizing what they wanted to do to him.

“Don’t put me up there on that thing,” he yelled as he pulled against their grip. “Why?” he asked bewildered, as they prepared to have him step up on the small pedestal.

“Owwww!!!” Martin hissed as he was forced forward. Even though he balked and pushed against them, he found himself stepping up painfully onto the platform, the rubber penis causing great discomfort in his ass as he did. He was positioned on the pedestal and the poles were lined up. The bottom pole was slid up over the pole that now dangled above it. The thumb screws were tightened to create a single erect pole from the base to his ass.

“You are all PERVERTS!!!” Martin hissed as he just stood there, allowing them to finish their deed. His panties were pulled back up and his girdle pulled down over his thighs. Martin looked out over the back of the estate and noticed a few of the gardening staff had stopped what they were doing for a moment to see what all the commotion was, and watched as Martin was being placed on the second floor deck. When they realized it was Mrs. Vargos, they all immediately went back to work. After all Mrs. Vargos was now their boss and could fire them all if they were just standing around and not doing their jobs.

Martin’s dress was unpinned and lowered. The woman slowly pushed Martin to stand up straight, and there he stood. Very erect in posture now, as the pole would dictate. He couldn’t get off of the pole. He couldn’t raise up on his toes high enough to get it out of his ass. There was nothing around to grab hold of. He couldn’t tilt the base forward either as he was standing on the plate the pole was attached to. So Martin was now helpless, as he stood on the small pedestal, in is white dress, petticoats, and 6″ heels, looking out over the estate. The two attendants, there task having been completed, looked him over one last time and prepared to leave.

“I hope you two perverts are happy with yourselves.” he said as they began to walk away. “Oh you leaving now? You have to go jerk off now after your fun.” He looked back as best he could over his shoulder.

“Had enough of your little torture the guy in the dress game?” He jerked his hands and flipped them a finger. Martin’s hands were still cuffed yaşlı porno to the chains and he could move them every bit of 18″ when he tried.

Martin became more distressed as he stood there. His feet ached in the peep toe heels. He adjusted each foot trying to get some kind of relief. Shifting his weight slightly caused pain in his ass, so it was a matter of which was easier to endure, the large rubber penis, or the damn heels he was wearing. The mask was the most aggravating part of all. The frustration and just pure degradation of being told his face can’t be seen, and then having this mask forcibly put on him. He couldn’t get it off. He didn’t know how long he’d have to wear it, it was like he didn’t exist as a person anymore. Martin heard the door open, and the sound of high heels walking up behind him.

“How are we doing Mrs. Vargos?” Leanne said cheerfully. “Enjoying the view? It’s a lovely day to look out over this beautiful estate you have.”

“Get me the fuck down off this thing Leanne. Right now.” he hissed without looking at her. Leanne looked up at him as she unlocked his cuffs and took the chain from around his waist.

“There…………..Is that better Mrs. Vargos?” she put the shackles aside. Martin’s hands were now free. He had total movement for the first time.

“Yeah. Now get this thing out of my ass.” He reached for it, but even with full movement of his hands and arms he could do nothing to get off the pole. He started to pull up the skirt of his dress, but was stopped by Leanne.

“Mrs. Vargos! Do we need to put your jewelry back on?” she pointed to the shackles.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he growled at her. “This has no purpose other than to make me look foolish in front everybody. If you want me to stand here, OK, I’ll stand here on your little pedestal, just get me off this pole,” he insisted.

“Please Mrs. Vargos, try and relax. Enjoy the view. It is a wonderful day. The pole is a needed device so you can be left alone and have some nice quiet time. To reflect on all the wonderful things in your life, and I know you will be here when I come back. At least for now, you have to use the pole,” she mused.

“I said I’d stand here. I won’t go anywhere, just get me off it, Leanne.”

“Mrs. Vargos. You have a call from your mother. Would you like to take it?” Leanne asked ignoring his request. Martin looked at her through the mask.

“Oh, you’re asking me? I get a choice in something? How special is that?” he spat out with venom in his voice.

Leanne ignored his little tirade, not even looking his way.

“Yeah. I’ll talk to that sneaky bitch.”

Leanne stepped inside and brought the phone out to Martin. She smiled and handed it to him.

“I’ll step inside so you two can talk privately,” she said as she left him alone.

“Hello.” he said in a dead tone, taking a deep breath, trying to control his anger, and looking out over the estate. His toes were aching.

“Hi Martin. It’s mother calling. How’s it going sweetie?” she was her regular cheery and concerned self.

“Oh mother, it’s so lovely. I’m just standing on the deck here, wearing that pretty dress, and those painful, but cute, high heels with a large pole stuck up my ass, watching the gardeners working.” he mocked in a high falsetto voice. “Oh yes, and I was wondering why you might have asked Leanne to have me wear a petticoat and a bow in my hair today. You know how I like a pretty bows in my hair. It’s so wonderful being your son, YOU FUCKING LYING BITCH!!!!!” What are you trying to do to me? You’re suppose to be helping me,” he yelled in the phone turning a few heads in the garden.

Missy was laughing on the phone. “Oh Martin. You are truly an idiot aren’t you. Dressed as a girl or a man, you are the same idiot,” she kept her cool.

“Yeah an idiot for ever trusting you,” he spat back.

“No sweetie your an idiot for NOT trusting me! It’s time for you to shut up and listen. First of all, yes I did request for you to wear a petticoat and and that pretty bow. I talked with Leanne and told her you secretly liked dressing in women’s clothes and have been doing it for years.”

“What the………..”

“Shush Martin, I’m not done. I told her that was why one of your wives really divorced you, because she couldn’t deal with the fact you dressed as a woman at home.”

“Oh, you cunt! I’ll never believe another word you say again.” He wanted to strangle her, but strangled the phone aldatma porno instead.

“Martin! Shush!…Let mommy finish talking.” she was being condescending in her sweet tone now. “I told her all your reluctance to dress as a woman was the fact you were being dressed to entertain a man you had no feelings for and the whole thing is just overwhelming you emotionally right now,” she said. “I suggested a few sissy things might cheer you up, when you saw me since you’ve dressed up in women’s clothes around me before.” she paused.

“It’s all lies. You are a liar Missy!” He was beside himself now with anger. Who knows what else was being said behind his back. “You’ve been scheming behind my back. I never did those things and you know it.”

“You want out of this marriage with the Baron, Martin?”

“Damn right I do. And I will get out of it, no thanks to you just pushing me deeper and deeper into it. I hate you Missy. The next time I get a chance I’ll take down that bitch Leanne and take my chances on getting out of here on my own.”

“Just SHUT UP Martin! You will NOT try and run. A runaway bride will make things very difficult. You will do this the way I’m telling you. A sex change.” She was losing patience with him now.

“First of all, do you really think that you are going to be able to go in and convince everybody you want a sex change, without some explanation for your lack of cooperation in being dressed like a woman. Huh? Think about it Martin. The sex change? That’s the idea you have to place in their heads to get out of this mess the quickest and easiest. So I started it off for you. You are just so upset with the marriage. It’s not the dressing you hate. Leanne now thinks you secretly don’t mind dressing up like a woman, and even prefer it. At least in private, so calm down. ” Martin listened confused trying to follow her reasoning.

“You don’t have to like the marriage, after all that is what we want to change anyway, but you need to at least pretend you want to dress like a girl. Get everyone here thinking that way. Then when you reveal your desire to have a sex change and that you actually want to be a girl, it will be easier for them to believe. So flow with it Martin. It’s complicated and as I said before, you are an idiot. But I know that, don’t I sweetheart.” She had explained her reasons.

Martin was quiet for a moment. Her statement made sense in a weird kind of way, at least logically. But he just couldn’t find it in himself to accept this kind of thinking. “I can’t convince them of something I hate so much. I don’t want everybody to think I’m some sissy faggot that wants to be turned into a real girl,” he stated. She laughed and said,

“Oh Martin, honey, they already think that.”

“Stop this Missy! The story won’t work.” He was furious.

“Yes it will, but if you don’t get your head out of your ass you will end up spending a lot more time with the Baron’s dick in it. This could take awhile Martin. You signed the papers wrong and they have to be redone.”

“I signed where you told me to sign,” he grumbled.

“You signed them Martin Hastings. Sweetheart, that’s not your legal name anymore. Your name is now Marcia Vargos, and you have to sign the papers that way, or the papers are not legal,” she lectured him now.

“I don’t want my name changed and I never agreed to let it be changed.”

“I know you didn’t sweetie, but the fact is, your name was changed, and changed legally. You are now Marcia Vargos. I may have added to the confusion by still calling you Martin, but you are my son, and you will always be my little Martin,” she said lovingly.

“I don’t care. I’m not…..”

“Just shut it Martin. You are who you are, and you will do this properly.” she raised her voice irritated with his excuses. “So, I have to get you to sign these papers… again. You will sign them as Marcia Vargos, or you will have a long and not so happy marriage to the Baron I’m sure,” she lectured him.

“Once again Martin, this causes a delay in the process. I won’t see you again till the Coming Out Banquet. Just be prepared to do the right thing. OK honey? I have to go now. Remember, just put that male ego of yours aside. It would be even better if you could just try and act like a woman till this is resolved. Just for now. Once we get you out this, it can all be just a bad dream, and you can go back to your old self.”

“I need to get out of here now!” he yelled.

“Love you sweetie,” and she hung up the phone.

Martin threw the phone into the back yard from the terrace he was standing on.

A light breeze blew Martin’s skirt as he stood with his arms folded under his D-cup breast, staring off into the distance fuming. He wasn’t going anywhere. Leanne was right, he’d be right where she had left him.

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