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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

Posted on Mayıs 3, 2024 by admin

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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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I made my way up the driveway, after having a few with the guys to end off the week. I was in no hurry to get home because I knew there wasn’t anything going on tonight. The wife was out of town for the weekend and the other guys had stuff of their own going on. So I made my way up the rest of the driveway in this hard hitting thunderstorm. As I was almost to to the house my eye caught a light on in the neighbours daughters room. Maybe it was the few drinks or what but I was bold enough to just stand there in the rain looking to the window. As she entered the room, she’s only had a towel around her and another in her hair. Within seconds she peels off the towel and is walking around the room completely naked. My interest holds me there as she goes to a dresser and pulls out some sexy bra and panty set before holding them up for her own approval. She first starts by sliding the thong up her legs and adjusting it. She then wraps the bra around her and fastens it at the back. Walking over to her closet she must have realized the curtain was still open. As she reached to close it I tried my best to get into the door of the my own house. As all this happened a huge flash of lightening and a crack of thunder rolled.

I got into the house with my heart just beating from the sight I had just seen and the fact she might have caught me. Not really feeling the urge to go to bed I turned on the TV and searched through some channels. I made my way to the porn and got looking around in there. I read some info on the movies before deciding on one. I turned to one that had talked about lingerie and that was enough, I read no more of it and just clicked on order. When the picture appeared it was just starting. Some hot blond was walking into this office with a very sexy outfit on, only to be met by another woman with the same style clothes on. After some cheesy porn pick up lines they began to kiss and caress each other. Within no time they were both down to some sexy lingerie and feeling each other up.

What happened next surprised the shit out of me, as the one girl grabbed a hold the other’s panties and pulled them down, a large healthy looking dick fell out. Then I realized this porn was about trannies and crossdressers. But with the order already made on the TV I thought I’d make the best of it. My cock got hard while I continued to watch as the two went at it. I was then startled as there was a knock at the door. Without even thinking of what was on TV I got up and went to the door only to find Sara, the daughter from next door standing there. I opened the door and she stepped right in out of the rain. She was dressed to kill in a very tight tube skirt that showed just enough leg at the bottom and just enough cleavage at the top.

“Thank god your here. I hate being home alone when it’s like this. And even worse our power just went out so that was it I seen a light on still over here so I came right over. I hope that’s alright?”

“Yah sure no problem,” I said.

“Some friends and I were supposed to go out tonight but pretty much all of them bailed with this weather,” Sara said, “I hope I didn’t bother you.”

“No, no I was just watching some TV,” I said without even thinking about what was on.

“Ohh mind if watch with you for a bit until the power comes back on,” Sara asked as she headed for the living room.

My heart sank as there was no way I could stop her before she got to the TV. As I followed her into the living room she just stopped and paused looking at the screen. As the two chesty women were both rubbing their cocks furiously as they rode up and down on a double ender. Sara didn’t say to much just sat down on the couch still in shock I think. Not really knowing what to say or do I too just sat down on the couch and watched the movie. After about half and hour and a couple more sex scenes, Sara finally spoke.

“Those look just like mine,” she said as the woman on the screen was dressed in much the same bra and panties I had seen Sara in earlier. “Don’t you think?” Sara questioned, “you know the ones you seen me in before.” I agreed as my face must have lit up. “Yah I saw you at the door there. I was just getting ready to go to the club.” With marbles still in my mouth I didn’t know what to say. But before I could even get a word out Sara stood up.

“I’ll be right back,” she said as she made her way back out the door. I just stayed sitting there in shock and fear. Not knowing what was going to happen or what I should do or say. Within about ten minutes I heard the door open and close again and in she came with two big bags in her hands. She dumped the one on the table in front of me. The clothes and lingerie in front of me had me a bit puzzled.

“Get up and take off your clothes,” Sara said. With little hesitation I did as I was told and began to strip down. With some embarrassment and hesitation I slid my boxers down and stood in front of her completely naked.

“Here put these on first,” Sara said as she handed me a white frilly porno garter belt and white stockings with frills at the top of them too. With having not much of a choice I began to put them on. Once they were on she handed me a pair of white frilly panties, and those to I slid on. Next came the bra, again I put it on and waited for my next instruction. Sara came over to me and pulled open the loose bra.

“Here’s something to help fill it out a bit,” Sara said as she filled the bra with some silicone breastforms.

“We got all this last year for Halloween, that’s why it’s to fit you not me,” Sara continued. “And let me tell you it has made a world of difference with me since then.” I didn’t really say a thing, not really understanding what she exactly meant. Next she gave me a plaid skirt, and like half a white dress shirt. I just took them and continued to put it all on. While I was doing this she was starting to straighten and tidy up a blond wig. When I finished she reached to my head and put the wig on with some pins of some sort to hold it there.

“Now let’s do a little touch with some make up,” Sara said as she reached and began to apply some bright red lipstick and some other stuff to my eyes.

“You look just like Matt did,” Sara sort of snickered. Matt being her boyfriend. “Like I said before after him wearing this it made a huge difference between the two of us. Now how about you check out your new look,” Sara guided me to the mirror in the end of the hall. As I stood in disbelief I looked back at myself. I looked like a porn star dressed as a slutty school girl.

“What do you think?” questioned Sara.

“I look like a real….a real…..woman,” I said.

“I could tell that this was the perfect thing to do after seeing that movie before and how hard you were when you answered the door,” Sara said with a smile. “Now there’s some more things that Matt and I did that night that you may want to try out?”

“What’s that?” I asked not figuring it could be much worse than me dressed as a slutty school girl with my neighbours daughter giving the orders.

“Well,” Sara started walking over to me and seating me down on the couch. “You can start by taking care of this for me,” Sara said as she pulled her skirt up just enough for a long rubber cock to fall out of the bottom. Without a word she moved it to my mouth and I began to slid it inside. I began sucking on the cock, and Sara began to thrust back and forth sliding the cock further in each time. I could see my own lipstick marks on the cock as she pumped it into my mouth. She too was liking the feeling because I could hear her panting and moaning.

“Once I started using these toys I couldn’t get enough of them,” Sara said as she reached over emptying the second bag onto the table while still keeping the cock jammed in my mouth. From the corner of my eye I could see quiet an extensive collection of sex toys.

“Let’s try something else that will help me keep rhythm a little better,” Sara smiled as she grabbed another dildo with harness and fastened it to my chin. She then guided me back in the chair and began to straddle my face. Once she was above my face she reached down and guided the rubber cock on my chin into the hole in her harness and into her wet waiting hole. She then continued reaching down and guided the rubber cock on her harness into my mouth.

Again I carried on sucking on the cock and she thrusted up and down on the cock now in her. This went on for quiet some time, sometimes the pace would be soo fast I could hardly keep up to her and others were slow and sensual. As she must have tired of this position she led me to lay on the floor and carried on with much the same, straddling my face, she carried on pounding my mouth. Through Sara’s moans I heard the door to the house open and close. As fear raced through me Sara just kept on pumping my mouth full of cock as so I could not say a word.

“Holy shit, looks like the fun has already started,” said the voice that entered the room.

“Sorry dear I couldn’t help myself,” Sara responded, “but no worries you can join right in.” As I could barely see through Sara’s thighs that were confining my head, I did manage to see Sara’s boyfriend Matt standing there. Within seconds I could feel him crouch down over top of us and began to make his way up my body to Sara. They both reach down and begin to readjust. As the rubber cock from my chin is taken out of Sara it was then replaced with Matt’s own cock. The rubber cock that was in my mouth now just bobbles back and forth up and down my face. And to my surprise the rubber dong that was sticking from my chin was then guided into Matt’s waiting asshole. Within seconds they continued on pumping each other right above me, and with the rubber dong in Matt’s behind I was forced to stay right there for the show.

Sara then reached down and helped me to lift my head a bit. Knowing what she wanted I began to lick. My tongue found it’s way to her clit and I began japon porno to lick. But within just seconds she reached back down again and pushed the top of my head, forcing me to aim lower. With my tongue still out, I then felt Matt’s shaft, as it was sliding in and out of her. With not much of a choice I continued on licking the cock that was right above me. The moans that were coming from Matt told me he liked it. As I licked away at the shaft, Matt’s balls would sometimes run over my face. Without another thought I then moved to licking and sucking to them. This really drove Matt crazy because his moans became even louder.

We continued on like this for only a short time before the two of them where screaming in climax. Sara started as Matt continued to thrust into her. Next was Matt, but as he began to moan with the orgasm starting Sara reached down and pulled his cock from her hole and turned it down right into my mouth. I got a quick taste of Sara’s juices before the salty goo from Matt shot to the back of my throat. With my mouth full of Matt’s cock and my chin cock locking me in place there, there was nothing I could do but just keep on doing what I was. I kept on sucking on Matt’s cock swallowing his goo as he pumped in and out of my mouth When they had both finished they climbed off of me and allowed me to sit up. As I did, I finally seen Matt standing there in front of me dressed in much the same outfit as Sara.

“So I take it you got the note I left on the door?,” Sara asked.

“I sure did and when it said to put on the outfit on the bed I knew it was going to be a good time,” Matt answered.

“Yah, I had someone checking me out tonight through my window. And when our friends called to cancel I thought that I would take advantage of the situation, and there no sense having a good night go to spoils. But to my surprise when I got over here it looked like he was going to start without me. The dirty little slut was watching some tranny porn, so I knew he was in for the same thing I was thinking and in no time at all here he was laying here sucking my big dick.”

With nothing really to say and no real way to defend myself I just gave a half smile and began to lift myself up off the floor. Matt and Sara did the same. We all began to straighten our clothes and as I looked over to Matt he to had even the same panty set on as Sara. He just looked back to me with a smile as he tucked his cock back into his panties.

“That’s a real nice outfit our little slut has on,” Matt said.

“Yah you remember the fun we had with it hunh?,” Sara replied.

“How could I forget it’s been one of the best things to ever happen to me,” Mat continued. “Those are even the huge silicone tits we got too hunh?” Matt reached over to give them a squeeze, and a playful hit as they just jiggle back and forth on my chest.

“The glue on them should be dry by now too,” Sara said.

“What! what glue?” I exclaimed in fear.

“The glue I put on the backs of them, they give you a much better feel if they’re actually glued right on,” Sara explained.

“Yah she’s right,” Matt agreed, “it makes a huge difference, take it from me.”

“Don’t worry I have the solvent that will take them off when we’re done,” Sara said as she too walked over and gave them a playful hit and watched them wobble on my chest.

“Well I’m going to go get changed into something else,” Matt said, “and I’ll be right back.”

Not really sure why he’d be going to get a something different on, I just looked to Sara.

“Trust me you’ll like it. You’ve already shown me that you would.”

Sara walked over to me and began to rub her hands all over my body. She would squeeze my ass and tits and rub her hands down to my crotch. I followed her actions and began to do the same to her. We quickly got faster feeling and groping each other. I reached down and began to stroke the end of the ruber cock peeking out the bottom of her skirt. Sara smiled as I did. Without another thought I began to lower on to my knees infront of her and take the cock into my mouth. As I slid her skirt up a little higher to give me full access I could smell her musty excitement. I began bobbing on the cock taking a little more in each time. Sara just looked down to me with a huge smile on her face knowing that I was having as much fun as she was. But before we got too carried away with ourselves Matt came back into the room.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“That’s fuckin hot,” Sara replied. “And we all know she’ll like it,” she continued with a giggle.

As I slid the cock from my mouth and turned to see Matt, he was standing in the doorway with pretty much the same outfit as the tranny’s in the movie had on earlier.

“Sara thought you might like this outfit,” Matt said, as I just looked over his entire body. He was fully dressed. With some high ‘fuck me’ heels and sexy sheer stockings going up his legs, with just a little of the stocking tops showing lezbiyen porno beneath the bottom of his skirt. And the full skirt blouse and jacket that made him the secretary from the movie. He too had two giant silicone tits under his outfit, as he walked over to us they swayed side to side.

“Well I guess I better get changed too then,” Sara said as she walked over and out the doorway Matt had just returned from.

As I turn my head back to face Matt, he already had the front of his skirt pulled up and his semi hard cock looked back face to face with me. With his feet in the heels and his legs wrapped in the sexy stockings being held up by a sexy garter belt I could now see, I knew exactly what to do. He smiled down to me as I opened my mouth and took it in. I slowly began to lick the tip of my first real cock. With all the cock sucking I had just done in the last hour with Sara it was no time at all before I was right to the base of his cock. I slid my mouth up and down his shaft as he gave some small moans in approval. As I did before without even thinking I raised my hand and began to play with his balls as well.

I could hear Sara walking back into the room and letting a small gasp as she entered. I could imagine her thrill seeing me as a school girl on my knees, with her boyfriend as a sexy secretary, with his cock buried completely in my face and me fondling his balls. I stopped and turned to Sara as she was standing there rubbing some lube on to her big black strap on. She had changed into a leather type outfit that almost looked like a mans suit with tie. And in her one hand the black rubber strap on that glistened with lube in the light, and in the other a long blue double ended dildo.

“Well I guess the student was being punished by the teacher or working on some extra credit,” Sara joked. “So I take it I must be the stern principal then?”

Sara walked over to us and locked into a long kiss with Matt above me. With nothing really to do, I went back to what I had been doing most the night and took Matt’s cock back into my mouth. When they’re kiss broke above me they just stood for a moment and watched as I worked away at Matt’s cock. Sara then made her way behind me and began to squeeze and caress my ass. She then lifted my skirt and began to work to pull my frilly panties down just enough to get to what she wanted. I didn’t lose any rhythm I just kept on doing what I was. Sara then reached to the pile of toys on the table and rummaged through them. Within seconds I could feel a cold hard object at my anus. With the toy all lubed up she slowly began to work it inside of me. I groaned and part pain, part discomfort and part pleasure. Once the toy had made it’s way inside she slowly started working it back and forth.

“A real slutty schoolgirl takes two at once,” Sara said as she quickened the pace and turned on the vibrator.

This only lasting a little while before my muscles had relaxed and she removed the vibrator and began to work on inserting the strap on. With more pain, more discomfort and definitely more pleasure, she slowly fed the whole rubber cock into my anus. Once she had it buried right to the hilt she just stopped and paused for a second. Then slowly began to thrust in and out of me.

“She’s so tight you’d almost think it was her first time,” Sara said with sarcasm.

“I don’t know but it looks hot from up here,” Matt replied.

They both continued on fucking my holes. Matt’s moaning was getting louder and closer, so I knew he wasn’t going to hold out much longer. I sped up on sucking and cupping his balls. Sara must have sensed this too and kept up with the rhythm and began pumping my ass even faster. Matt’s balls began to lift and I knew what was coming. His first shot had so much force it went straight to the back of my throat and forced me to swallow. Next couple came and began to fill my mouth with his salty load. I swallowed again trying to keep up with him. As I did he slowed the pace and shot the last couple shots and I swallowed them down too.

Matt walks away from the front of me and I collapse onto the couch infront of me. Sara still behind me slows down with the cock and gently pulls it from my behind. The two of them began into the kissing again while I just lay there trying to catch a breath. They fondle each other’s tits and ass. They make out like this for some time, Sara often reaching down trying to bring some life back into Matt’s cock. As her efforts begin to pay off I turn to see them dropping to they’re knees behind me. As Matt comes the closest to me and Sara behind him, they both reach below them. Matt helps to guide Sara’s strap on into his own arse. With a little work I could hear it slide inside. Once this was all done behind me Matt then turned his attention to me. He guided his now hard cock to my hole. He pressed the tip against my hole with steady pressure. It slowly opened and he pushed inside. All of us connected together like train cars slowly began to sway.

“Your right, she is tight,” teased Matt.

“I knew you’d like it,” Sara replied with a giggle.

They continued on rocking back and forth. They’d pick up speed and then slow down, then pick up again and slow down again. This carried on for only a little while.

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Well, here’s something new for my flock of followers. It’s something, shall I say, different. I own all commercial and all other non-electronic rights. Please do not read this story if you are not legally permitted to do so. So, without further ado, let’s get on with the show. Happy holidays, my fair fans, and have a blessed new year!

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“Huh? What honey?”

John Hampton wiped the sleep out of his eyes, sitting up a bit in response to the delicious sensations coming from his crotch. As it turned out, his wife was noshing on his tip with her soft lips and tongue, her hand under her fluttering her nightshirt with its self-abusing caresses.

“Oooh…that feels nice. What do you want, honey?”

Getting herself up on all fours, John’s wife Julia gently stroked her husband’s thick dick with her small, soft hands and whispered, “I want you honey. I woke up all horny, saw the tent in the sheets and decided to take advantage.”

“Mmm…that feels nice honey. Keep stroking me like that.”

“No, hun. I got a better idea,” Julia responded, crawling up to her husband’s prone six-foot tall body and straddling her round ass over John’s dick as it disappeared under her nightshirt. “How about I give you dick…” she continued as she lowered herself onto the thick tip. “…a nice good morning massage, while you, um, massager, eases some of the kinks out my tight pussy.” She lowered herself about halfway onto John, then continued, “you don’t want your powerful lawyer wife going to work with a too-tight pussy, right?”

“Uh, honey, you have plenty of, as you call them, massagers in your nightstand.”

Julia let her fingers crawl over her husband’s toned chest, then gently placed a finger over his lips. “Hush,” Julia responded. “I don’t want those things, I want you. Besides, you’re nice and quiet and won’t wake up the kids.”

“Oh, alright. Go ahead,” John acquiesced. He never was a fan of these good-morning fucks. However, it did tend to relax his as well as give him a physical rush, so he relaxed and enjoyed the ride. Slowly but surely, he felt his wife start to rock her hips up and down his dick, her soaked pussy squeezing his cock and her soft ass pushing his thighs as she went up and down. Julia reached under her shirt to tweak her clit some, then bit her lip and she quickly thrust up and down John’s dick. John closed her eyes and relaxed, enjoying the mewing brushing over his ears as his wife rode her way to a small orgasm.

Julia pulled her hand from under her shirt and placed both of her hands on John’s chest, letting her hands feel the coarse chest hair lightly covering his hard muscles and settled down into a nice, somewhat leisurely fuck. John let his vision drift off to the bedroom window, letting his wife work her delicious magic while he stared at the sunlight. His stare was broken by a really hard squeeze to his dick, making his gaze turn back to his wife’s face.

“Oooh, yeah, baby! I love riding your big fat dick! Yeah, I’m gonna cum on your big cock again…oooh, yes! Ooh, yes! Oooh…”

His beautiful wife was aggressively shaking over his toned body, her lithe, curvy body undulating under her night shirt, her short brown hair framing a face twisted in pleasure, and her long caramel legs contrasting with his medium-brown skin.

“Do you wanna cum? Do you wanna flood my tight little pussy with your big hard dick, huh?” Julia asked, her fingers playing with her lips. She sucked on her finger, then subtlety pumped it in and out, forcing another wave of wetness on her hubby’s already slick dick. She eased it out of her mouth, then asked John again as she squeezed her pussy around his cock.

“Please, big daddy? I just wuv it when you fill me up…”

John couldn’t resist the appeal of his wife, and finally started to pump his hips up at his wife, grabbing onto her hips and pushing her nightshirt over her hips and exposed her tummy, loving the way it moved when he pumped his dick in and out of her. He closed his eyes, laid his head back on his pillow and let himself relax. He pumped his hips harder and harder, letting his dick wallow in his wife’s wetness and feeling his wife squeeze him harder and harder, on his way to a nice, hard cum. Letting his defenses down, John felt that familiar itch on his tip and pumped up faster into his wife, trying to find some relief. When he felt his wife start to cum again, whimpering as she rode him again, he bit his lip, grunted and came hard, flooding her pussy with his cum, letting the pleasure swim through his head. As he started to calm down, he could feel their combined fluids flowing down over his dick, feeling his wife struggle a bit to pull herself off of him. Just as he opened his eyes, he saw his wife lick off the fluids on his dick, letting them collect on her tongue before swallowing with a smile and saying, “Thanks for the fuck, honey!”

“You’re welcome, hun,” John replied, still a bit groggy from sleep.

She climbed off the bed, then threw porno izle on her bathrobe and opened your door. “Get in the shower. I’ll get the kids up for school.”

With a groan, John sat himself up in his bed, then rolled out onto his feet to begin his daily routine. First, he took his shower, shaved, then threw on his bathrobe and got his kids breakfast ready with the requisite sugar-loaded cereals. After his kids got themselves down to the breakfast table, he made himself some coffee, poured himself some OJ and lightly buttered his lightly toasted cinnamon raisin bagel while listening to his kids prattle on about Harry Potter and Nickelodeon, making sure to be just caring enough. After finishing their morning meal, the kids got dressed for school, and John got dressed in his business casual uniform of khaki slacks and a crisp white shirt. After giving himself a quick once- over, he grabbed his briefcase, kissed his wife goodbye (with tongue) and loaded his kids into the family SUV for their ride to school.

After dropping his kids off at the local Catholic school, John made the 30-minute trip to his job at the suburbs, supervising the computer help desk at a satellite office of some anonymous insurance company. The job itself was pretty hum-drum, jumping in to help the really clueless his staff couldn’t handle, doing on-site training from time to time and simply making the place run right. His underlings, however, were far from hum-drum. In fact, he had an all-female staff, which is pretty rare considering that in the information technology industry, men outnumber women 11 to 1. Combined with PR pressure from a string of sexual harassment suits in the main office, John had assembled quite a cast of characters to help out clueless computer users throughout his company.

John’s personal fave was the alternate OS guru Andara, or Andi as she preferred to be called. She’s a White, stocky, very butch, very lesbian (and very married, thanks to the state of Vermont) computer geek, and her technical knowledge was as obvious as the tattoos around her wrists and her nose piercing. Sitting in the cubicle next to hers was the effervescent Brandy, a Heather Hunter look-alike who, despite her image, seemed to know her way around every OS configuration issue Bill Gates’ boys found a way to fuck up. Across the way from her, in a corner seemingly hidden from the rest of the office, was Mary, a dowdy, timid, white-bread, married long-time secretary who worked her way down to the office for her expertise with, well, MS Office, as well as other office-productivity software. Finally, there was the very ordinary Anita, a Chinese girl fresh out of college who knew her way around networking issues as those painted-on jeans that seemed to be her trademark.

That Friday in the office seemed pretty ordinary, just the usual order of computer illiterates flooding the office with calls, along with ranting and raving from the big boys upstairs about this training class or that technical issue. “How did humanity get this stupid,” John often thought to himself. “Why is it that a bunch of people with college degrees can’t read a fucking manual?” Thankfully, though, towards the end of the day, the calls had slowed to a trickle. After organizing his schedule that following week’s training classes for the company staff, he mercifully cut off the office’s phones, got out of his office and started speaking to his staff.

“Hey ladies!” John called out. “Enjoy another electrifying week of computer stupidity?”

“Yeah,” Mary noted, barely noticing his joke. “But I don’t mind. After all, I am helping people.”

“Thank God one of us is enjoying this,” John responded. “I can’t believe how stupid people really are.”

“I do!” Andi called out from inside her cubicle before standing up. “I just love stupidity…just as much as I’d love a couple of hung studs plowing out my tight pussy!” she finished in mock seductiveness before bending over the side of her cubicle in a belly laugh.

“Hey, ANDI! You know you want it, bay-bee!” John shot back in his best impression of Austin Powers, causing everyone in the office to let out a chuckle. Everyone knew that the running gag of the office was John seducing Andi, but it never ceased to cause a few laughs.

“Tell you what, ladies. I feel like kicking back after a hard week. Anyone up for a few beers at the bar?”

“I-I’ll pass,” Mary answered in her meek voice.

“OK,” answered Anita. “I could use something to relax.”

“Brandy?”

“Sure! I’m down! Are you coming with us Andi?”

“Alright, alright. I’ll roll. Mind if I’m designated driver?”

“Sure, Andi. Hey, ladies, meet me down at the parking lot. I gotta let the Mrs. Know what’s up.”

“Alright,” Andi remarked as all four of the ladies were getting ready to leave the office. “See you down there!”

As the ladies filed out the office for the day, John quickly ran into his office and dialed his wife’s cell phone.

“Hi honey! How’s it going? Look, could you pick amatör porno up the kids from the babysitters? There’s been a slight change in plans. Nothing major…”

***

So the 3 female co-workers and their male boss decided to retire to a booth at a local watering hole for happy hour, where the din of inebriated white-collar working stiffs drinking and tons of that meaningless musical confection called “Adult Contemporary” struggled to drown out their conversation. While Brandy and John worked on Corona after Corona to drown their sorrows, Anita found a way to get tipsy off of a couple Smirnoff Ice’s, and Andi was sitting there drinking Diet Coke.

“So, John, how are your kids?” asked Brandy.

“Little Hank and Tisha are doing well. Hank is the little superstar in the church league basketball, too. Gonna be a star guard just like dear ol’ dad.”

Andi said on cue, “So he’s gonna be in coma soon? Because that’s the only place you were a star…in your dreams!”

“Yeah, yeah, sure, sure.”

“Awww…that’s so sweet about your kids,” Anita said. “I hope one of these days to have some kids.”

Taking the final swig of his Corona, John responded, “yeah, it’s kinda nice. Just try paying their bills and trying to get them to go to bed.” Holding up his empty beer bottle, he joked “why do you think I drink this stuff from time to time.” Looking at his empty bottle, he realized that he wanted another beer. He called the attention of one of the waiter’s floating through the bar. Once he got their attention, he asked, “Can I get another Corona?”

“Oh, that reminds me,” Andi said with a start. “I got a surprise for you in the car.”

“What is it Andi?”

“Uh, duh! Part of a surprise is that you don’t know what it is.” After gesturing for Anita to slide out of the booth, she slid along the vinyl seat, then took up to walk out. “I’ll be right back, OK?”

As Andi walked out to the parking lot to get her surprise, John was clueless at to what the surprise is. “I wonder what the heck Andi’s up to. Is it some sort of a gag gift?”

“Knowing her, it is,” chimed in Brandy. “Besides, it’s a Friday night. Lighten up a bit. You look too concerned.”

“Eh, you’re right. It’s probably too much of that good ol’ ethanol in my system.” Seeing the waiter walking towards their booth with his Corona, “speaking of ethanol, my pusher is coming through with another hit.” After the waiter set the beer bottle on the table, John removed the lime from the top and took a sip of the fresh beer. Just as he managed to swallow his sip, Andi arrived back at the table, brown paper bag in hand. She stuck out the paper bag towards John, saying “here’s your surprise!”

“What is it?”

“It’s just some clothes. I’d thought you’d like them.”

Taking the bag and looking at the bag strangely, John asked, “so what do you want me to do with them?”

“Put ’em on silly! Relax. It’s just some underwear I’d thought you’d like,” Andi countered.

“Come, boss. Do something nice for us,” Brandy added. “Just do this for fun. C’mon! It’s Friday, for crying out loud.”

“Aw, alright, I’ll put in on,” John said to the ladies. With that, she slid out the bar and walked to the men’s room. “It’s probably some silly boxers,” he thought to himself. “What can it hurt, right?” Upon entering the men’s room, he made his way to one of the stalls and checked out what was in the brown paper bag. “Hmm…this feels kinda smooth, like one of Julia’s stockings,” he thought to himself as he pulled out the contents of the bag. Much to his surprise, it looked like something Julia would wear…a matching set of white bra and panties made out of pure satin. John looked at the articles of women’s clothing a bit mortified. Then, Brandy’s parting remark rattled through his head. “Eh, what’s the big deal? It’s all for fun,” he thought to himself. As a result, he decided to put on the bra, noting the 40DD size before putting it on, and slip the silk panties on after stripping off his boxers. After straightening himself back out, he walked out of the bathroom back into the bar. “Damn, this feels nice. I’m not sure I could deal with this though…way too much stimulation for my tastes,” he thought to himself.

“Hey, boss! Welcome back,” greeted Andi. “What do you think about your new unmentionables?”

“Uh, they’re OK. They feel a bit too sensitive to the touch, but I think I could handle this for one night.”

“That’s good to here,” Andi opined. “But I gotta make sure that you are wearing them. Brandy, would you mind checking him for me?”

“With pleasure,” Brandy replied, her long hair caressing John’s chest and her blood red talons rubbing over John’s shirt. “Hmm…it feels like he’s wearing it here, but let me make sure.”

Brandy unbuttoned a couple of the buttons on John’s shirt, then reached her hand under the shirt and started feeling up John’s chest, rubbing on his nipples and forcing him to have a sharp intake of breath. “Mmmm…that feels kind of nice there, anal porno Brandy. I oughta cheat on my wife with you,” John joked, trying to keep his composure under Brandy’s ministrations.

“Hey, what can I say? ” Brandy bragged. “I’ve taken care of a few men in my life…and felt up a few bras,” she finished as she kneeled up on the booth’s bench, caressing John’s chest. “Mind if I check if you have on the panties?”

“No problem. Do what you want,” John said with a chuckle. With that, Brandy bent over John’s crotch, then looked into her eyes as her hands unzipped John’s pants. She slipped her hand in the fly and started feeling John’s package through the silk panties as she looked into John’s eyes and smiled. As she felt John start to respond to her lusty caresses, Brandy licked her lips, smiled and mouthed to her boss, “nice package.” All John could do was smile and nod, feeling his dick twitch to hardness under Brandy’s hand.

“Hey, quit feeling him up!” Andi screamed out in mock anger. “Is he wearing the panties or not?”

Turning to look at Andi and Anita, Brandy answered, “oh, yeah, he’s wearing the panties. It turns out though that you weren’t the only one with a little package for us here…or should I say a BIG package!” Andi rolled her eyes, annoyed at the thought of a penis in that way, while Anita purred, squeezing her legs to put out the little fire there. “So, uh, Brandy, mind telling me how big this package is exactly?”

“Sure,” Brandy answered, still feeling up John’s dick and balls through the panties. “Just allow me to get him to full size here.” Brandy then felt out her boss’s dick, squeezing it and stroking off the semi- hard member through the silk. “One thing I can see, Anita, is that it’s nice and thick. Wouldn’t you say that, oh fearless leader?”

“Mmmhmm,” answered John, biting his lip to keep from screaming in the bar. “Oh, don’t stop that, babe…that feels so nice.”

“Oooh, thank you, boss,” Brandy continued, now opening stroking John through the panties. “I see you like how this feels, right?”

“Oh yeah…don’t stop that.”

“Mmmm…I can feel your getting nice and hard for me. Do you want me to stop?”

“Uh-uh.”

Brandy kept stroking John’s hard dick through his panties, feeling up the twitching member in her small hands. Slowly, she started stroking John in earnest, her mouth watering at the thought of the cock in her hands. As John tried to keep as quiet as possible, breathing heavily, she kept her gaze into John’s eyes, pawing at one of her breasts through her shirt while licking her lips and purring in pleasure as John started to involuntarily buck his hips.

Meanwhile, Anita sat across from the two nursing another Smirnoff Ice, squeezing onto her seat with her free hand and rocking her crossed legs back and forth. Her nipples were making peaks in her white t-shirt, and her eyes were transfixed on the scene in front of her. Finally putting down her bottle, Anita asked, “so, um, how big is he?”

“I’d guess about 8, maybe a bit more,” said Brandy, whipping her hair across John’s chest as she turned to look at Anita. “I’d love to play with this more often.”

“Sounds nice,” Anita replied as Brandy stroked John with stronger and stronger tugs. “Maybe this little girl can get a taste of that chocolate one of these days,” she said with a chuckle, getting everyone else to laugh with her.

“Hey! Me first,” Brandy shouted out. “I got first dibs on this thing here,” she finished as she felt up John’s pantied crotch. “Wait a sec, here. Looks like our boss is going to ruin your surprise here, Andi. Mind if I clean things up here?”

“Nah, nah, go on ahead,” Andi replied, stroking her chin as she surveyed the scene. In response, Brandy bent over John’s crotch and started licking at the wet spot the pre-cum had made. She let her tongue drift around his tip, licking all around the hard and twitching member while John held onto the table for his life, doing all he could to keep his composure. John was breathing harder than ever as Brandy seemed o find every single nerve ending in his tip, making his head swim in pleasure and his vision start to blur.

“Hey, boss, would you mind unbuttoning your pants for me?,” asked Brandy, licking her lips. “I’m afraid I’m gonna have to suck on your tip for a bit. Don’t wanna ruin those panties, after all. Do you mind?”

John quickly unbuckled his pants, then unbuttoned them. Brandy then deftly pulled his panties up and over his cock and tucked the hem under his balls before going to work on his dick, kissing the tip with her wet lips. She wetly kissed all over John’s hard shaft, soaking his dick with moisture as her long, wavy hair veiled her actions to the world around her. Feeling a strand of pre-cum flow down to her lips, Brandy licked the drop that landed on her lips on, then smiled up at John and licked off the rest of the pre-cum like his dick was an ice cream cone. She wigged her tongue around in John’s pee slit, making him giggle just a bit and, while cupping John’s balls with his panties, swallowed half of his shaft into his throat. Caressing his heavy sac with her small hand, she used her other hand to keep her balance while she sucked hard on him, swirling her tongue around the shaft as she kept pumping away.

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Enraptured by Spanking

Posted on Mayıs 3, 2024 by admin

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On my break at work I often log onto to various spanking websites to drool over stories and pictures. I am always careful to delete my browsing history before finishing my break. So I was startled when Winston, an Englishman who transferred from London to our branch in New York a few weeks ago, sat beside me one afternoon in the break room, and whispered “I found the spanking websites you were looking at to be very charming.”

I flushed and said “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, come now, Emma, you can share with me. After all, they do call spanking the English vice.” Winston smiled knowingly. I felt shocked by his straightforward manner. Before he had always appeared to be a mild bookworm, albeit a handsome one

“There must be some mistake. I only look at work-related websites.” I said.

“Emma, Emma. You always are careful to delete your history but you never reboot your computer, and the websites can still be accessed until you reboot. I was on your computer yesterday and kept clicking the backwards icon on your web browser and what did I find? Auntyagony.net, a most charming spanking site.” Winston smirked. “Look how your face is turning crimson. You needn’t be so embarrassed.”

“You had no right to snoop! There must be some mistake.” I half rose in my chair and he put a hand on my stocking-covered thigh and gently pushed me back down.

“Why are you denying it? We could both have a little harmless fun,” Winston smiled.

I thought it over for a moment. My husband Ted was not interested in spanking, but I’ve been fascinated by spanking since I was a child when a nanny spanked my bare bum scarlet with the backside of a wooden hairbrush. Since then I’ve lusted after spanking stories, references, and pictures. I looked spanking up in the dictionary hundreds of times. “A brisk series of slaps on the buttocks.” I repressed my desire for spanking at the onset of puberty but became enraptured by the thought of spanking in college. Then I married my stoic husband and there was bored routine. I finally told him my fantasy and he obliged at first. I laid face down over his lap and he gave me a few smacks but he clearly wasn’t into it. They were half-hearted spanks and after about a half dozen of them he grunted “that’ll teach you.” I hinted and then pleaded for more spankings over the following months but little happened in the spanking department. Now this charming British chap was sitting next to me spelling out his interest in spanking. I could scream sexual harassment but opportunities like this don’t come around every day.

“But you are a married man.” I said. It was true, Winston had explained before that he met a woman online and then came over here to America and married her. Rumor in the office was that she was a large dominating woman named Julia who had Winston well trained.

Winston patted my knee and purred, “And you are a married woman. But what’s the harm in a little fun? Spanking isn’t cheating. It’s just a lot of fun. Sure, I’ll see your bare bum but we won’t have sex.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic. We talked and contrived plans sex izle for the coming Saturday at his house as his wife was working the evening shift and my husband was going to be out of town. We had two conditions: no sex and no bruises on my bottom as my husband might discover the evidence of spanking. I thought in the unlikely event of some very mild bruising I could always say I self-spanked myself too hard (I confess I’ve laid myself bare-bottomed over a pile of pillows and self-spanked my bare bottom with a hairbrush before but never to the point of bruising.) However, there was no way I would be able to account for welts or bruises. Three days later I fought my nerves and rang Winston’s doorbell. He answered and smiled and led me in. I removed my overcoat and he studied my outfit. My heart-shaped bottom filled the short plaid skirt nicely and also showed off my white toned legs. My large breasts swelled through the white blouse. “Look at you, oh my, you naughty married woman coming to my house. You know what you deserve for coming here?”

He grasped my right hand and led me to an armchair. Winston sat on the armchair and guided me over his lap. He said “I am going to have to raise your skirt and lower your knickers, Emma. Do you know how shameful that is for a grown woman to have to be chastised like this? I moaned. This felt wonderfully degrading and humiliating. I stared at the carpet and felt the rush of blood to my face as his fingers raised my skirt. “Such a lovely bottom,” Winston whispered. I felt my pussy tingling and the rush of shame thrilled me as his fingers slipped into the elastic of my panties and he oh so slowly tugged them down to the top of my thighs. I loved the feeling of my bare bottom being exposed to this man and the spanking began. I felt the sting of his palm against the lower half of my bare bottom. I could feel my clit swelling and a rapid series of spanks began. I moaned as I grinded my groin against his thighs while I laid face down over his lap. He spanked lightly at first but then he picked up the pace. A very small part of me felt disappointed he didn’t spank harder. There was that part of me that wanted him to lose control and punish me severely for what I was doing. Nevertheless it was a small desire and the spanking felt sublime.

Then Winston ordered me to march to the corner and put my nose against the wall. I had to walk slowly as my panties were still around my thighs plus he ordered me to walk while holding my skirt up. I stood with my nose against the wall for a minute or so while I listened to him rummaging through some drawers. He came back and said “I hold in my right hand an oval wooden hairbrush. I am not going be too hard on you as you don’t want bruises. But I am going to have to punish you for coming here. Now, step back from the corner but don’t turn around. Put your hands on your knees. I am going to give you a spank for each year of your life. At your age you really should know better than to trifle with a married man.”

“One for each year of my life?” I protested. “But that’s 23 spanks!”

My protest ended with a SMACK! alt yazılı porno The brush caused as much noise as pain. He made me count the smacks and by 15 I was in ecstasy and at 23 my knees buckled as I orgasmed. He told me to go back to the corner and put my nose against the wall.

I listened to Winston setting the hairbrush down on a countertop and he said “I hope you learned your lesson.”

“Oh, I did. But my pussy is driving me crazy. It is so lonely right now maybe you should stick your cock in it,” I whispered.

“What?” Winston said. “I cannot cheat on Julia! “

I purred “it’s not cheating if you don’t stick it in all the way. Just give me the head of your dick from behind. It’s only cheating if you put it all the way in.”

“It’s not cheating then?” Winston said. I listened to him unzipping while I remained facing the wall. “Are you quite sure about that?”

“Oh, yes I am certain.” I said. I felt his right hand gripping my hip and his left hand forcing me to bend over. My palms were spread and pressed against the cool blue wall. His breath came out in quick gasps as he forced his dick into my pussy slowly. He gave me just the head of it in and out in short thrusts. I quivered as he increased the pace just giving me the head and I felt dizzy and the room began to spin just a little bit and I thought I heard a door open but I wasn’t quite in my own mind. I moaned “give it all to me Winston!”

“What in the hell is going on in here?” It was a woman’s voice loud and booming. Winston pulled out of me and shrieked “I wasn’t cheating! Emma told me it wasn’t cheating if I didn’t put my cock all the way in her!” I turned around and watched Winston as he zipped up his pants.

“Silence!” Julia’s voice was thundering and commanding. I turned to face her and involuntarily stepped backward. She was perhaps 28, with large hips and a narrow waist and flat stomach. The most imposing thing about her was her height; she stood at 6 feet tall while Winston cowered before her at 5′ 10″. She had dark blonde hair that went to her shoulders and she wore a sleeveless dress that showed her large round and smooth arms. I couldn’t help but wonder how hard she could spank with such arms.

Julia pointed one of her hands at me and cried “Emma! You horrible little slut, you don’t remember me, do you?”

I felt confused and scared. “We’ve never met,” I said desperately.

“Oh, haven’t we? I was your husband’s boss for five years. I met you at a company picnic last summer. Remember me now?”

“Oh my gawd,” I said.

Julia shouted “Emma, pull up your panties and wait in the corner. Unless you want me to call Ted right now and tell him everything you better stay facing the corner until I am through with Winston.” I listened to her admonishing Winston “so you spanked that little slut’s bottom with this brush, young man? I am going to spank your bottom now. You and your ‘English vice’ are going to learn a lesson.” They scurried out of the room and a door slammed shut. In disbelief I soon heard some loud smacks. Was she really spanking altyazılı sex izle him? He was in charge of me earlier and seemed so strong and now she came along and put him in his place. I was right. A spanking was in progress as I heard some loud SMACKS with what must have been the back of that hairbrush, and soon I heard Winston begging then sobbing. I debated leaving the house and calling Ted and telling him this crazy woman was going to call him with a story that I-well I didn’t know what I could say. I didn’t want to lose out on Ted’s generous financial nature. He paid the bills and spoiled me rotten. I listened as the door opened and the heavy footsteps approached.

I trembled as I felt a hand with long fingernails digging into my shoulder. “Young lady, it’s your turn to be spanked.”

“Oh, please, Miss, you mustn’t!” I begged her. An erotic spanking was one thing, but a punishment spanking sounded scary.

“Unless you want me to tell Ted, I am going to give you the spanking of your life right now, young lady.” Julia’s strong nature started to remind me a little bit of that nanny who welted my bottom that bright fall afternoon ten years ago. Julia wielded the hairbrush around in front of my face and she scowled at me. Then she turned and hustled toward the armchair. I noticed her ass was shaped round and perfect like a dartboard. Her dress rose up her legs as she sat on the armchair and she patted her knees with the hairbrush motioning me to come over. I hesitated and she barked “this is your last chance before I call Ted!” I rushed over and lay face down across her lap. She jerked up my skirt and ripped down my panties. There was nothing gentle and erotic about her manner. I felt the back of the hairbrush SMACK! as it smashed against my bare bottom.

“Ow!” I cried out.

“You filthy harlot. What kind of sluttish married woman would lead my husband astray like this?” She began to spank quickly and the hairbrush didn’t hurt as bad when she did rapid spanks but what amazed me was how unrelenting her pace was. I gasped for air and tried to keep track of her rate of spanks and discovered it was a spank every two seconds and she had must have gotten in a hundred spanks already. The shame and humiliation of Julia spanking me was much worse than any man doing so. My bottom began to burn. I felt a rush of guilt as I realized I enjoyed being spanked by this woman. Julia’s spanked and lectured, “Your rotten slut. You are shameful!” My clit began to swell up again and the dizzy feeling returned. Against my will, my hips began to gyrate and I started to cry out as if I were in pain, and while I orgasmed I called out “please forgive me!” She took my cries and movements to be repentance and ceased the spanking. She ordered me to dress and leave her house at once. When I returned home I rushed to the bathroom mirror, turned around, raised my skirt and lowered my panties and turned and looked over my shoulder at the damage: my butt was covered with welts and large bruises.

Dear reader, do not take me for a slut or a harlot! I hate those words. I was simply misled by Winston. Please, I ask you to email me in haste and tell me what can be done to speed up healing these welts before my husband returns home. I don’t want him to discover this and divorce me as I would have to find a full-time job. What should I do?

Yours,

Emma New York

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The Double Date

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Josh and I talk on the way home from work about everything. He has been telling me about this girl he met at lunch by accident and then having planned their lunch breaks together. I asked if he got lucky yet. He slowed his response and said he was not so sure about next steps with her. He said she was really pretty, sexy, funny, easy to talk with, and they had so much in common.

“Okay. So when are you going on a real date? She sounds fantastic!” I asked excitedly.

“Well, Pete, there is one catch. I am not sure how you are going to take it and don’t make fun of me.” Josh said, shaking his head slowly as he contemplated his next words.

“Never, would I make fun of you!” I replied, trying to put him at ease. “Is she married? Got a scar in a weird place? I am sure it is nothing you two can’t figure out.”

“There is nothing like that. She is different.” He paused, “She is packing.” He finally blurted.

“Wow! That is something you don’t hear every day. How did you find out if you didn’t try?” I teased.

“She told me on our third lunch date. She wanted to be up front about it.” He tried to keep this conversation serious.

“Hmm. Pretty, funny, and she is honest. She sounds great. How many lunch dates have you had?” I asked.

“Five.” He answered sheepishly.

“Well, there is definitely some connection between you two-even after she told you. I think you should take the next step. I don’t see an issue and I don’t think anyone else would.” I assured him.

“What would you do?” He asked, looking directly at me, as if challenging me.

“Well, I don’t know. However, if she is as perfect as she says, I would definitely consider the possibility. It is new and all but a connection is a connection. You can’t let a few inches get in the way.” I added kiddingly.

He seemed quite relieved, ignoring my insensitive joke. “I am really glad you feel that way! She and I did talk about a date, though she knows I am hesitant about the next step. So, she offered a solution!”

“I am intrigued. What is her plan?” I inquired.

“She suggested a double date with you and her roommate tomorrow night!” He exclaimed.

“Huh?” My mind whirled with confusion.

“Sure! Her roommate is single and she is into it.” He replied, almost jokingly.

“And, of course, she is also special?” I stammer.

He responded, almost mockingly. “Yeah, but, as you said, that should not matter.” He laughed, knowing he cornered me.

My friend and I are in our late twenties, early thirties, and not dating anyone. I was not busy on Friday but definitely nervous or excited about this double date. Was the girl pretty? Was she fun? Did it matter? Why did I care? I would be there for support only. Therefore, it would not matter about the roommate. Or would it? What if I found her to be pretty, attractive, and great to know? What would I do then?

Nah, I reasoned. She will look like a he. I will be turned off and I will jus t be his friend; helping him score with his intriguing woman. The last thing he needs is someone to shame him when he might be with someone special; regardless of her extra parts.

“Um, ok.” I slowly replied.

“I will check with her at lunch tomorrow but I knew you would be cool with it.”

“Can you tell me anything about her roommate? What have you told her about me?” I asked nervously.

Patting me on the shoulder, he replied, seemingly quite relieved, “We have not discussed details. You two are just there to help us. Does it matter? Are you worried or do you want her to like you?” He laughed as he elbowed me lightly in the ribs.

“Are you into it?” He chided.

Quickly, I replied, “What? Me? No. I am just saying. I don’t want to go to a restaurant with someone not pretty or something. I am your friend but there are limits!” I laughed.

“Don’t worry, Pete. She told me her roomy was pretty, fun, and very out-going. You two will get along well, she assured me.” He smiled confidently.

“Josh, what the heck did you say about me?” I replied, almost scared for some odd reason.

“I did not say much.” He replied evenly. “Though, I did say you were adventurous and open minded.”

“Ah man. This is a lot to take in. I want to support you but this is big. I was not ready for it.” I said, shaking my head.

“If you want to back out, I understand.” He said kind of dejectedly.

“No. No. I will do it.” I replied quickly. “I want you to be happy. I think you are awesome to have a positive and adult attitude about your lunch friend. Set it up. I am good.” I shook his shoulder for support and solidarity.

He smiled cautiously and perhaps happily. “Are you sure you are not going to back out on me?”

“There is no way. Count me in.” I smiled assuredly. “Let me know tomorrow how lunch with her goes. I am rooting for you, buddy. Remember to disregard the haters. You never know.” I reassured him.

The next day, Friday, we hooked up for our usual ride home from work.

“How did it go?” I eagerly asked him.

“Great! She is excited mobil porno about tonight. You are still in, right?” He asked expectedly.

“Yeah. Sure. I am willing to help you.” I responded nonchalantly.

“Cool. She told her roommate about you and our date. They are both excited. She can’t wait to meet you.” He replied excitedly.

I really wanted to ask for a picture but I figured that would be too shallow a request. What if his girl is not pretty or sexy? What if my ‘date’ looked like, a guy, or someone who is not exactly-womanly? However, I figured I am there for him and if the chips fall badly, they fall; I reasoned.

We agreed I would meet him at his place and we would drive over with liquor and flowers. The four of us would chat for a bit, go to the restaurant, have dinner and then part. He would have his date and that would be the end.

The truth is told, though; I did some ‘research’ last night about transsexuals and transvestites. Some of them looked great but others; not so much. I watched guys sucking and swallowing the special women. I watched the gurls go down on their guys. I watched cum shots and ass fucking and I have to admit I came more than once. The good ones were beautiful, sexy, hot, and wow! The bad ones were still hot by the way they moved, what they wore, and their adventurousness. There were so many thoughts running through my mind as I worked my way to his apartment that night.

I arrived at his place about 9 pm and I brought two bouquets of flowers. We drove in his car to the liquor store to get beer and wine, so we can get to know each other before going to dinner.

Driving over to the girls’ apartment, he was incredibly nervous and making apologies for this double date. I assured him nothing was wrong and simply stated, let’s see what happens. Of course, I was wishing him well and telling him nothing would go wrong and his girl would be great.

“Relax.” I told him. “Just be yourself and be comfortable talking with her and being in her company. I am not judging you. I just want you to be happy.” I tell him confidently.

“Yeah but what I do about her extra parts? I don’t know how to handle that.” He asked, almost scared.

“Just take one step at a time. If you like her, things will take their course. Be cool and relaxed.” I coaxed him.

We arrived at their place and Josh knocked on the door.

Suzy answered the door and she was prettier than Josh described. She was quite tall, about his height, very lean, and very sexy. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her slender shoulders and her light blue blouse showed impressive cleavage. Suzy’s tight black slacks showed her long, lean legs and very shapely ass.

Leading us into their apartment, she introduced us to her roommate, Anne, as we entered their apartment.

Anne was a beautiful brunette and I was pleasantly shocked. Is this a guy or a woman! She wore a buttoned white blouse with a knee length red pleated skirt.

I am sure my look of amazement amused her.

She looked at me and laughed. “What did you expect, Pete, perhaps someone hideous? Some guy in drag, perhaps?”

“You are stunning, Anne! I am sorry. I just did not know who to expect.” I say, blushing to no end, handing her the flowers, acting foolishly and embarrassed.

“Don’t worry. I am just fucking with you.” I think Anne took my ignorance and foolishness in stride as she took the flowers from my trembling hands, with a slight chuckle.

She leaned into me, breathed into my ear, “Thank you handsome,” kissing my cheek.

She was so pretty, sexy, and from all perspectives, a very attractive woman. I almost trembled from confusion. Or was it excitement?

After our initial introductions, I think Anne and I hit it off immediately. We did not have the pressure and nothing to lose. Although it was weird to me because I think we had a connection.

Suzy played the perfect hostess and served our drinks as we settled into our respective seats. Suzy and Josh had the love seat while Anne and I were relegated to the couch.

Anne and I laughed and moved closer to each other on the couch as our conversation continued. We chuckled, looking at each other as we watched the couple across from us be cautious and careful of their spacing. During the conversing, we moved closer and closer, continuing eye and physical contact.

At some point, I felt her thigh against mine and I was excited. When she touched my arm or chest, I was getting more and more turned on by her. Touching each other’s arm or leg, we would look at each other and smile. Was it lust or curiosity or something else? I don’t know but I liked it. I think she did as well.

Perhaps she was teasing me, wondering how far this straight guy was willing to touch her, and perhaps do more with her.

I think my confidence was growing because of her playfulness as she was touching my hair, and at times caressing my arm and chest.

As we continued our small talk, she would touch my arm or side, laughing and looking directly at me. alman porno I would respond by touching her arm or leg, lingering a bit, wondering if she would stop me, though she didn’t. Rather, she would give me mischievous smiles, as if daring me to go further.

Our faces were closer and closer as different comments were made and the conversation developed to topics more suggestive in nature.

At times, she would move my hand to her hip letting me feel her to her inner thigh, and wondering how far I would be willing to go. Other times, she would pull away, gauging how I would react.

“Have you two kissed yet?” Anne asked the couple across from us, squeezing my upper thigh.

“No.” My friend, Josh, stammered. “We have not gone on a date yet.”

“Well, now is your opportunity.” Anne playfully quipped. “You are officially on a date.”

Josh turned and looked into Suzy’s eyes but was too shy to move his lips toward hers.

“Dude.” I sighed. “She is a beautiful woman. What is the problem?”

I get a hard elbow from Anne.

“What am I, chopped meat?” She playfully scolded me.

“Of course she is not as pretty or sexy as you.” I said quickly, moving my face close to hers.

Anne took the opportunity to wrap her arms around my neck. “Shall we show them how it is done?” She purred loud enough for them to hear.

I tentatively moved my lips closer to hers. My hands moved around her waist as she pressed herself against me.

Her lips were so soft and I tasted her cherry lipstick; especially as she opened her lips just enough to slip her tongue through, probing my lips, easing them open more generously than I initially allowed. Our tongues tentatively touched as we slowly invaded each other’s mouths. Unhurriedly, our lips pressed and tongues caressed, as we enjoyed the moment.

We slowly broke from each other and looked over at them, expecting similar passion. Unfortunately, they were just looking at us.

My mind was still reeling from the excitement from Anne’s touch and kiss as she separated us to look at them.

“Well. Now, it is your turn.” Anne stated excitedly while squeezing my hand.

She and I looked at each other as the couple in the love seat seemed to flummox their way through their tentative first kiss.

Quickly breaking that kiss, they said simultaneously. “We need a drink.” Josh and Suzy quickly stood and moved to the kitchen.

Taking the opportunity, Anne pulled my face to hers and we continued kissing. My hand was on her hip but she moved it once again to her inner thigh. Taking the hint, I slowly felt my way upward as her fingers playfully danced to my now visible lump. The rustling sounds from Josh and Suzy approaching from the kitchen stopped our continued advancement upon each other.

Suzy chuckled as she passed us, “Seems some people are getting to know each other very well.”

I blushed to no end but Anne played it up very playfully, caressing my chest as she answered.

“I may have found a sexy male toy.” She replied, looking at me for my reaction.

“I think my world is rapidly widening.” I stuttered while staring into Anne’s lips and her captivating eyes.

As the cautious couple settled back on the love seat, Anne continued to press them, while squeezing my inner thigh. “Well, you almost have the kissing part in order. What about the touching? Have you touched her, Josh?” She said very suggestively, squeezing her breast through her blouse, while looking at him.

They both blushed and seemed frozen.

Emboldened, I turned to Anne, “Can I touch you? You know, just to show them it is cool and normal?”

She quickly smiled and leaned her chest toward me, while undoing a couple buttons on my shirt so she had easy access to my hair covered chest.

“Are you sure you want to do this? You know, touch me?” She teased while running her fingers through my chest hair.

“Oh yes!” I am sure I said it too quickly but I was very anxious to squeeze those beautiful breasts. I was thinking she is a C-cup but I needed a more hands-on approach to be certain.

I leaned forward, kissing her soft lips again, pressing my palms against her breasts and squeezed gently.

“Hey, Pete,” She purred into my ear, breaking the kiss and sliding my hand from her chest to the hem of her skirt. “You can go a little higher now, I think.”

I gasped quietly into her ear, squeezing her leg as my fingers ventured upward.

She giggled quietly, and looking into her eyes, I felt he fingers press against mine as I allowed her hand to guide me wherever she wanted it to travel.

I don’t know if I was naïve, excited, or just plain horny. However, when I looked down and noticed my hand was suddenly on her generous bulge I was ready for whatever she wanted. She guided my hand under her skirt to slowly outline her excited length with my fingers through her panties.

“Dude! She is excited! And bigger than me, I think!” I exclaimed, rubbing her panties, looking at Josh.

“Still alexis texas porno want to play?” She asked me saucily, while caressing my hard on through my slacks.

“That is a lot to swallow.” I stammer.

“Is that a promise?” She asked playfully, trapping my hand between her legs before pressing her lips against mine for another deep kiss.

Breaking the kiss and responding trembling, “I did not mean it that way.”

“Oh. So, are you just teasing me?” She asked excitedly while slowly rubbing my very hard cock through my pants. “Maybe I should stop?” She purred demurely into my ear.

Pushing her hips upward, she purred. “Don’t be shy. I will make you very happy.” She promised, kissing my lips and face.

Tasting her soft lips and feeling her hardness through the silk panties, made me more and more excited and more scared.

Anne lithely moved her beautiful body so the back of her was to our audience as she unzipped my pants and lowered them below my hips, pulling out my very hard cock and slowly stroking it.

I looked down at Anne and then to the love seat to see Suzy position herself on the floor, kneeling in front of Josh, his pants at his ankles.

Anne eased my head downward and under her skirt. I parted her clothes and could barely see her large bulge as I parted her panties to the side.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart! Show them how a real man takes care of his woman.” She growled as she pushed her hips upward toward my lips.

Her cock was hidden from the couple and my face was concealed under her skirt. My cheeks were pressed tightly within the confines of her legs. I could smell her; feel her excitement, and the heat emanating from her nether regions.

Instinctively, I pushed my tongue outward, tasting what I could. She sighed with excitement and I felt her urgency as she pushed forward, the tip of her cock wanting entry.

She swallowed my cock in her mouth as if to instruct me to my next steps. The pleasure she gave me encouraged me to take the head of her cock between my lips. She took me in deeply and I was too lost in thought to do anything but take her as deep as my throat would allow.

She groaned and moaned while sucking my erect cock, which only emboldened me to take more of her inside my mouth. She humped and I sucked her impressive and hard length deeper and deeper into my face.

I squeezed her ass cheeks and created a tight suction between my lips; trying to please her as much as she was pleasing me.

Her lips were sawing up and down on my dick and I tried to mimic her actions. Her mouth was wet; her tongue playful, and her deep-throating ability was unequalled!

Anne pumped her hips, forcing as much of herself into my mouth as she could with each thrust. She let me rest, then resumed her pushing, then let me rest before she continued to fuck my mouth faster and faster.

Her lips on my cock were like suction cups, trying to siphon the cum from me so she could taste the reward. I tried to mimic her actions, sucking, and swirling my tongue around the head, and sucking more of her shaft into my throat.

Her head bobbing and tight lips were pushing me to my limits. I tried to warn her through my restless movements, since my mouth was filled with her dick. She only increased her tempo and suction.

“Mmmmffffff!” She muffled into my cock as she exploded into my mouth!

Squeezing her ass cheeks, I sucked really hard on her cock as I shot my load into her mouth.

“Mmmm! Fugggghhh!” My orgasmic scream was muffled as I swallowed and swallowed again her spewing cock!

I did not stop sucking Anne after her explosion set me off. I pushed my hips upward and she greedily accepted the last of my orgasm. She sucked the last bit of cum from my cock as if she was drinking nectar.

This woman is amazing! I prayed she was real, as I sucked in her seed as happily and eagerly as any woman I have gone down on before I met this insatiable creature.

I kept her in my mouth until she finished her load and softened between my lips. My cock had long softened; very well spent but she continued to keep me between her lips, humping softly as she kept her tongue caressing my cock head.

The calming did not last long, unfortunately.

“I can’t do this.” I heard my friend exclaim, rather scared.

A few moments later, I heard clothes rustling, some movement, and a door closing.

I was still buried under Anne’s skirt as her beautiful and special gurl part was so soft between my lips. Eventually, or probably more quickly, I had to lift my head upward.

Josh left the apartment.

Suzy was still on her knees. I could see traces of cum across her lips and down her chin as she looked between Anne and me, then chased off to her bedroom, thoroughly embarrassed.

I was barely alert but clearly something went very wrong; which is never good.

Trying to clear my mind after a very intense sexual experience, I turned to Anne.

“What the fuck! What happened? What do I do? Shall we console her?” I babbled.

Anne untangled from me and quickly grabbed my hand, pulling me up from the couch. We kissed each other first, trying to maintain our closeness and passion as we moved, though the matter was urgent. We guzzled our drinks and put ourselves together.

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Emily’s Weekend Ch. 02

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A few weeks had passed since I had last visited the adult shop on the highway. I had time to think over about all the events of that weekend: the good as well as the bad. The spontaneous and repeated arousals had been a pleasant surprise. I had not at all expected for it to be happening. At first I felt ashamed of myself, afraid of letting the old guy see and realize for what it was. But after I came back and thought over it, I realized that this was probably not news to him. He had dropped comments about other tenants of his, to indicate he had possibly seen this. That left the mystery of the cause.

I am normally a curious person and mysteries such as this were all the more tantalizing for me. Arousals weren’t new, they had happened to varying degree in the past. What was surprising this time was the intensity and frequency. Although I had girlfriends in whom I did confide other matters, I just couldn’t bear to share this secret with them. For one, I was afraid their view of me would change forever and I didn’t want to be treated as different, or worse a weird person. So I had to identify the cause on my own.

As I kept thinking over it, I realized I had instinctively been attracted to the cuffs. The picture of them on the brochure had subconsciously made me keep the brochure in the first place. In hindsight I realized that it probably wasn’t a good idea to go alone to that shop without letting anyone know. But it was a spontaneous decision due to me wanting to see what the store had. I knew I wanted to see the stuff for real. I decided that although it was not possible to tell Mary where I was going, I could at least tell her the general location with some pretext.

With my shift over in the bank, I was out of my reverie. I helped close the registers and chores of closing time. As I reached home, my thoughts went back to the mystery of the cause. I recalled how I felt strongly attracted to the chains that it was surreal. It had felt as if I was in some trance. I had taken the next steps subconsciously without any thought. With the first arousal in the changing room, I knew I was hooked and my curiosity had completely taken over.

After ruminating a while longer I came to the same realization that my body had known all along: I truly loved being in chains. It seemed to me that they were not there to restrict my movement, but rather it felt as if I had simply put on new jewellery. This was rather hard for me to digest at first. But I finally admitted that when they were locked on my body I saw them as ‘my’ chains. And yet I was still not sure precisely what part of it I craved, or that aroused me. In order to identify, I had to go back there at least one more time. Also I knew I wanted to see where this new liking would take me; but that meant I had to prepare to be taken advantage of by him again.

As to That Guy and him taking advantage, I knew I hated him for it. But I had also come to the conclusion that I did enjoy the sex even though it was against my wishes. One night as I lay in bed in my apartment, I had remembered that to a little degree, I had liked the sex while being chained. May be perhaps because of the arousal because of chained, I wasn’t sure. Speaking of him though, there was another mystery there. How was he getting in and out? What was his connection if any with the old guy? I had to know,

If I were to go back, there was that very real possibility that he altyazılı porno would likely again take advantage of my being in chains. I hated him for taking advantage like this. I didn’t want to know anything about him, including his name. But in a way I rationalized the consequences as something I would have to live with if I wanted to explore my new liking. I also still had the question of how he was getting in and out. Was the old guy in on it? I was curious about it. I was also wondering a bit about these other customers the old guy kept mentioning.

One evening after coming home from work, I put on the handcuffs I had brought back from the store. They were rather cool to touch and gave me goosebumps. I could feel my nipples tightening as I went about making dinner while handcuffed. I even slept that night with the handcuffs.

Although I liked the restricted movement and the stumbling, I wasn’t getting aroused to the extent I had been at the store. The next morning. I was reluctant to take them off when I had to leave for work. I thought may be something was missing. I didn’t know why, but was curious to find out.

Although I could have bought the whole chain set and brought it home. But with the thin walls of the apartment and a lot of retired people in the apartments next door, there wasn’t much of a chance in attempting anything like that. Mary had a tendency to come over unannounced,

One evening, she came over while I was going about in handcuffs. she had wanted to go to a film and was in a hurry. I had to take off the cuffs in a hurry as she kept knocking on the front door non-stop. Since she was from a very religious family, finding something like this would have been shocker for her to say the least. After that near mishap, I decided that I was going back again. With a definite plan in mind, I called the old guy and asked him to make some changes. I also had a tentative plan forming in my mind of how to make a compromise with that guy.

I was glad that I had accepted the bracelet from him. It meant I wasn’t paying for the weekend. It was also rather pretty: a silver chain like any other bracelets with a fastener that was quite different from other bracelets. To my horror, I realized it wasn’t a fastener, but actually miniature spring-loaded cuffs. The bracelet was a replica in miniature, of silver leg irons, locked into its two cuffs. I needed two hands to take it off my wrist. Since I couldn’t confide in Mary, the only way to get it off was with the help of the old guy.

On the next friday afternoon, I went back to the adult store. The old guy recognized me. “Yes I have made all the changes you had asked about on the phone.”

“Thank you,” I said as I watched him remove the bracelet.

I reviewed the agreement and then signed it ahead of time. It was the same one as last time. I asked “Can’t I have one of the other rooms instead of the one from last time?”

“Sorry not possible. Each set is designed for that specific room and can’t interchange.” He replied.

This didn’t make sense, But it did pique my curiosity about the other rooms I had seen briefly last time. I had already dressed in the khaki tank top from last time, and the pleated miniskirt. They both had a zipper along the entire length of one side. I had decided after much deliberation that I was going to remove bra and panties beforehand. I knew from last time, even if I kept zenci porno them, that guy would cut them off.

After signing the lease agreement, We went to the changing room to put on the chain set. This the old guy had modified and assembled to accommodate my height and size. On a whim, I undressed before starting to put on the chains. I decided I wanted to experiment to see what it felt like. On the one hand I felt I was being too bold, on the other I was a bit curious about what it would feel to put on naked. With a devil may care attitude I went ahead and undressed.

As before, I started with the neck collar. This was attached to the chain around the waist by two separate chains. This was one of my changes this time. After I locked the waist chain on, I put the tank top back on. The two chains from the collar now ran inside the tank top, between my breasts, and the tank top pressing close against my skin, the chains were pressed close to skin. Both chains were longer than needed and were hanging loosely at my waist; rattling as I walked,

The touch of cold chains made my nipples rock hard and were almost poking through the the tank top. I could even see them through it. I felt goose bumps raised on my arms. I had a pang of regret about having put the chains on my naked body, but now it was too late and I knew the old guy was not going to unlock me until Monday morning.

When I reached down to touch my leg irons. almost predictably, the rattle of all the chains now hanging from my neck and the cold touch of the cuffs to my ankles led to a near immediate arousal. Since the old guy was off behind the counter, I enjoyed the moment to the fullest, writhing there on the floor of the changing room. Perhaps because of the gap in time, or because I did not suppress the desire like last time, the orgasm came on in waves and seemed to go on forever.

Afterwards, I finished putting the leg irons on. These too were connected to the chain at my waist, by two separate chains, which were longer than my legs, thus causing some sag. They rattled along floor as I walked. These were set apart at waist from each other. At the other end, on the leg irons, they were set even further apart almost close to the ankles. This was another of my requested change. Since they were attached nearly close to my ankles, they ran along the side of each leg, running almost parallel. Their constant touch against my bare legs, oh the cold touch. I loved it so!

After locking on the leg irons, I put the mini skirt back on so the chains from waist to ankles ran down inside the skirt. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt a pang of embarrassment at by my own boldness.. I had realized last time, that when that guy had left me naked, the cold touch of the chains to my body was wonderful. It was this fact, that had partly contributed to the decision to take off the clothes beforehand. During the period since last visit, I had been thinking about this.

I struggled with deciding whether to wear the chains inside the clothes or not. Finally when the moment came, I decided I wanted to experiment to see what it felt like. I also recalled that the old guy had commented last time about putting on clothes after the fact. Perhaps others too preferred this? That thought gave me some comfort.

Now for the last item: my handcuffs. I had a theory, and had asked the old guy to make aldatma porno changes so that this time, they attached to the leg irons by two overly long chains. This meant they rattled as I walked, and by raising and lowering my handcuffs, I could make them rattle even more. Once the handcuffs were locked behind my back, I called the old guy over. Upon seeing that I had worn them inside my clothes, he simply shrugged. He pulled me by the chains around my neck and off we went to the same room as last time.

While walking I discovered that my theory was correct. Not only being restricted by the handcuffs and leg irons was arousing, but the rattle was positively leading to orgasms. The tightly pressed chains between my bare breasts added to it even more.

“Look, I know you need to lock your merchandise to the ring in the corner, but would you please let me do it for you?” I asked him.

He thought for a minute, shrugged, and handed over the other end of the chain.

My hands were handcuffed behind me he must have been wondering if I could even do it. The other end of my chain was a smaller handcuff-like ring, barely an inch-and-a-half in diameter. I struggled to lock it into the ring on the wall; but by sliding down to the floor, I was able to get it in place. I took a deep breath, realizing that was the last bit of my freedom. I dithered for a second.

“Click,” the lock sound was rather loud as the other end locked to the wall. I was now chained from feet to neck, to the wall. The old guy checked to make sure, and left, taking the doorstop. This time, knowing that was going to happen I didn’t even rise from the corner.

I was now finally alone in the room.

The chain to the wall was attached at my throat, due to having flipped positions for the two, beforehand. I had almost forgotten this. My eyes followed it back to the wall, watching down its entire length. I tried to pull it away from the wall. Ha. As if it was going to give. But it gave me a lot of goosebumps and my stomach was getting knots.

When my handcuffs got in the way, almost as if by instinct, I raised my hand at the elbow, to make them slide back up the forearm. As I continued to trace and pull at the other end of the chain on the wall. You know, the instinctive gesture you’d do to slide back a bracelet from your wrist? As I continued to trace and pull at the other end of the chain on the wall. It didn’t register then, but I remembered this instinctive gesture later. I decided to walk around the room, careful not to yank the chain at my throat.

Sure enough, the rattle of all the chains and difficulty with walking led to a fresh wave of orgasm. This one truly went on and on for a long time… it was so long and so powerful that I almost lost consciousness. It was as I lay there on the cold floor, panting, that I remembered the instinctive gesture to slide the handcuffs up my arm. Like you’d do with a jewellery.

I kept thinking of them as ‘my’ chains although, the chains were locked on every part of my body and chained me to the wall. I was their property; yet I called them my chains. I laughed. This was a new discovery to me. Maybe it was because, these chains were partly my design and I had locked them on my own, even to the wall. I wanted to explore this so I walked around in the small room for some time, practising to take as long a step as the leg irons permitted without tripping. With my hands behind me, keep my balance was difficult.

I lost track of time. It was dark outside the window by the time the old guy returned with some food. He unlocked just one hand so I could eat. As I was finishing and locking the hand back, ‘that guy’ walked in.

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The Heart’s Desire

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What’s up people? Lana X here. I’m a five-foot-nine, curvy and sexy, blonde-haired and green-eyed, alabaster-skinned transsexual porn star turned escort living in Ontario, Canada. My home base is Ottawa but since people out here are cheap, I do the bulk of my business elsewhere. I tour the major cities, usually staying at hotels and advertising my services online and in the back pages of major newspapers. Got to make a buck, you know?

I am ashamed to say that a long time, I was one of those escorts who would not service Black male customers. Simply because I had a bad experience with a homophobic Jamaican client, Andre, who beat me up because he felt guilty after having too much fun with me. That incident, which took place in a motel room in Vanier, scarred me both emotionally and physically. That’s why I swore off Black males.

Imagine my surprise when I recently fell in love with one. I was walking around McArthur Avenue in Vanier, heading to the local grocery store because, hey, even freaky transsexual escorts got to eat. I like to do my grocery shopping late at night. Don’t ask me why. As I did my shopping, I became aware of a trio of young guys, two White dudes and an Arab youth, who were looking at me and following me around. One of them was a former client, and a rude one at that.

I ignored the odd trio, and went about looking for groceries. I was in the toiletries aisle near the entrance of the store when the three guys jumped me. I got punched, then thrown to the damn floor and kicked. Hapless, I wailed in pain as the three bullies assaulted me. The cashier, a preppy blonde chick in a faded green shirt, dashed off, presumably to call for help or because she was scared.

I think I would have died or suffered major damage if a certain burly, dark-skinned Black guy in a security guard uniform hadn’t intervened. The big Black dude waded into my assailants, and kicked their asses. Gently kneeling beside me, the hero took my hand in his, smiled kindly and told me that help was on the way. Thus I met Steve Etienne, the young Haitian guy destined to change my life.

As a result of that assault, I was hospitalized for three days, and suffered bruised ribs and a fat lip, but nothing more serious than that. The staff at the Civic Hospital on Carling Avenue were friendly, and when a cop dropped by to talk to me, I told the officer that I would be pressing charges against the homophobic creeps. I am a transsexual and an escort, probably not your idea of an upstanding citizen, but I am a human being at the end of the day and I have certain rights. No, I won’t put up with assault from bigots, thank you very much.

As soon as I felt porno healthy enough, I returned to the grocery store, and sure enough, I ran into Steve, the burly, dark-skinned security guard with the easy smile and kind eyes. I approached him slowly, and for a moment, I was worried he might have forgotten me. Steve greeted me politely, and asked me how I was doing since the incident. I smiled and gave him a long-winded response, a bad habit of tranny girls like myself, and Steve was friendly and courteous, and quite sympathetic.

Don’t ask me why but I kind of liked Steve, and when he asked me for my number, I told him. Now, I am a very passable transsexual, meaning that most people can tell that I wasn’t born a woman. I am attractive and feminine, but I am also brutally honest. Before giving Steve my number, I told him what I am. Point blank, that’s my style when it comes to revelations. Steve smiled and looked at me the way a hungry wolf looks at a lamb, and I felt my dick harden in my panties.

I looked into Steve’s eyes and smiled, and then we exchanged numbers. Three days later, Steve took me to the Silver City movie theater in Gloucester, where we watched Will Smith’s new movie Focus. Kind of funny, considering. A lot of people stared at Steve and I as we walked into the movie theater. Ottawa is a fairly diverse town, with so many African, Arab, Indian, Latino and Chinese immigrants around, but interracial couples still get stared at.

In the eyes of the world, I’m a White woman. Of course, strip me down and you’ll see that I’m a pretty-faced, busty and curvy, big-bottomed and sexy White chick…with a BIG dick. What they call B.W.C. in the online world, I guess. I am actually a White transsexual, not a genetic White woman. It’s kind of a mixed blessing that people can’t tell what I am.

A lot of White guys glared at me angrily as they saw me with Steve, the proverbial big and tall Black guy. Some Black women looked at us with surly looks on their faces. What a world! These people came to the theater to watch Will Smith bang the hell out of Australian starlet Margot Robbie on the big screen, but they’re staring at Steve and I because our skin tones don’t match? Wow!

When I mentioned to Steve the hostile looks we were getting, the handsome, charming young Haitian guy smiled and shrugged. I saw a look of resignation in his brown eyes. Being a Black guy and a newcomer to Canada by way of Haiti, Steve was used to getting stared at. I’m a transsexual and while people like me get targeted for hate crimes, for the most part, we also benefit from White privilege and are shielded from the effects of racism. Walking with Steve was opening anime porno my eyes to a lot of things!

After the movie, Steve and I went to the Blair Shopping Center and ate some Shawarma sandwiches and garlic potatoes which we washed down with Pepsis, then we went for a long walk around Gloucester. I wanted to know more about Steve and buggered him with questions. Lucky for me, the fine brother from Haiti was quite open.

Steve was studying criminology at the University of Ottawa and hoped to become a cop someday. He’d recently become a permanent resident of Canada and wanted to apply for police college as soon as he got his citizenship. Steve was cute, smart and ambitious. Am I a lucky bitch or what? I didn’t know there were good guys left in this world, seriously!

I told Steve about my past as a porn star, but didn’t tell him about my escorting work. I got a feeling that even though Steve, who considers himself bisexual and fairly open-minded, seemed cool with certain things, he wouldn’t be okay with knowing that I’m in the world’s oldest profession. I don’t like being an escort but I am a marked person after working in porn. Also, the last “normal” job I had, working at Sephora, I got fired after three months because the Arab bitch who manages the store thought of me as an abomination.

I told Steve that I’m living off my leftover money from my porn star days and he encouraged me to find more normal work. What a guy. I really wanted to know him better, and when Steve told me that he liked me, three weeks after our movie date, I happily embarked on a relationship with him. We shared our first kiss on Parliament Hill, as a bunch of tourists and cops watched us. That’s cool, right?

My relationship with Steve is definitely passionate. We are perfect together, in and out of bed. I consider myself a switch-hitter, and both in my porn work and my escort work, I fuck both guys and girls. I am always the dominant, though. Steve didn’t have a problem with that. The six-foot-four, burly Black dude from the island of Haiti is a power bottom all the way. Is that hot or what?

Steve absolutely loves my body, and can’t get enough of me. When we’re out at the movies or walking around the Rideau Center or the Saint Laurent Mall, Steve loves to kiss me and hold my hand, and he gropes my thick White ass every chance he gets. What is it with Black men and big butts? Not that I am complaining, in any way.

Steve and I have wicked fun in bed. The strong, masculine brother from Haiti loves to put me on all fours and kiss my big White butt, then he fondles it and fingers it before licking my butt hole. Afterwards, arap porno Steve kisses me full and deep, then he sucks on my big tits, pinching my sensitive nipples as I stroke my ten-inch dick in anticipation of sexing him down.

Steve and I love sucking each other’s dicks, and I love the taste of his eight-inch, uncircumcised Haitian dick in my mouth. I love playing with Steve’s chest hairs while sucking his dick, and I love it when my Haitian prince shoots his cum all over my tits. Afterwards, I don a condom, put Steve on all fours and push my ten inches into his well-lubricated asshole. The Haitian stud is a real screamer, and I absolutely love that in a man!

Steve loves it when I put him on his back, raise his big strong legs in the air and bury my cock deep inside his asshole. The Haitian stud likes to kiss me and caress my tits as I fuck him. Hell, Steve likes to smack my big white butt as I drill my cock into his butt hole. What a kinky guy? We don’t just fuck, we make love, for Steve and I connect in every way. After sex, Steve holds me and kisses me tenderly. When we’re out together, Steve is very protective of me. That’s why I’ve decided to change my life for him.

The other day, I went to the Sexual Health Center located near downtown Ottawa, and got tested. I don’t have any STDs or STIs, whatever they’re calling them these days. Considering that I’m thirty two years old, and worked for ten years in the adult film industry, that’s damn lucky. I starred in four hundred porn titles, and made over six hundred thousand dollars. Too bad I blew a lot of it on drugs before I left California and returned to Ontario for good.

As I walked out of the center, I decided to make a change. I love Steve, the Haitian stud who makes my heart race whenever he smiles at me. I am going to stop being an escort, and I’ll get a regular job. I don’t care if I’m a cashier at Loblaw’s, or a waitress, or whatever. I won’t be selling my body anymore. Steve is very religious, in spite of being bisexual, and he attends a non-denominational church that is very tolerant toward LGBT people.

I love Steve, and thanks to him, I’ve started going to church again. I’ve met his family at that church, and his parents, Marianne and Julius Etienne were quite friendly and welcoming toward me. I’m the transsexual White chick from small-town Canada who’s dating their bisexual Haitian son, and these people love me! Brings tears to my eyes, seriously.

I am changing my ways, and uncovering my heart. I am no longer an escort, or a porn star. I am no longer Lana X, the world-famous transsexual porn star. I am Lydia Jenkins, formerly Liam Jenkins of Thunder Bay, Ontario. I am a new woman. The life partner or girlfriend or better half of Steve Etienne, one sexy Haitian brother and the finest human being I’ve ever met. I am thankful to the Lord for a new chance at life, and for finding love at last. Peace.

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