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Chapter Six – The Sharing

Sarah insisted that Mila tell Peter about their tryst as soon as possible. She did not want Peter and Mila breaking the tenets on the first day that they had been accepted into the church of the Sons of Jehovah. But first she had some pressing religious instruction to provide.

Mila invited Sarah to dinner that evening so that she could furnish them both with the order of service for the Sunday observance. Sarah explained that most members of the church attended weekday masses conducted by a Patriarch minister or in some cases an Apostle who has been ordained by the Reverend Ronald Hayes. As is often the case, the higher in the Order one became, the less time was spent in church and more time was spent attending to the church’s business.

This was to be the case with Peter and Mila who would only be expected to attend the Sunday service.

“Unless you get a taste for it that is?” Sarah explained.

“Do you attend the Temple outside of the Sunday service?” Mila asked.

“You’ve read the order of service. Sunday devotion is an all-day event and don’t forget that I was raised in the church with daily sermons at school. Once a week is enough for me,” Sarah smiled.

“Keep the scripts I have given you and bring them on Sunday, I won’t be able to guide you because you will be sitting with the Apostles and I will be sitting with the other spinsters at the back of the church. I will join you both for lunch.”

“No ranch duty this weekend?” Mila couldn’t help the biting comment.

“No Mila. We are on roster of sorts. I go out there about one a month,” Sarah replied stoically.

“Now about tomorrow… I will come over early and help you prepare for your communal dinner and sharing. As the Reverend has suggested, it is best that you invite people that you are comfortable with or in your case Peter, couples whose wives you desire.”

Peter blushed.

“Peter. You are an Apostle of the Sons of Jehovah, there is no shame in desiring a woman who isn’t your wife so long as you do so within the tenets,” Sarah said.

“You may take any spinster who catches your eye unless she refuses, which is almost unheard of. Usually you will bring her into your bed or she may invite you into her home or you may use the Lodge, whatever is convenient.”

“When you desire another man’s wife you simply ask him ‘May I share in your bounty?’ and he will either say yes or no. It is accepted that you are offering your wife to him in return.”

Peter and Mila were extremely uncomfortable with the conversation.

“Being in the highest Order you may ask any man in any Order to share his wife, but the lower Orders may not approach you. Of course, if you mate with a lower Order wife you will offer your wife in return. The lower Orders consider it a privilege to share with Apostles,” Sarah explained.

“And I have no say in it?” Mila asked.

“No, you may not refuse once a sharing has been agreed to by your husband. He may however share another man’s wife but the other man may not wish to mate with you or the other man may take you and Peter might not wish to bed the other man’s wife.” Sarah replied.

“How often does that happen?” Mila asked.

“Rarely,” Sarah smiled.

“However given your, shall we say unique attributes, there will undoubtedly be men who do not wish to share with you,” Sarah said as delicately as she could.

“Of course there will also be those whose interest is piqued,” she added.

“Can I say no?” Peter asked.

“Not really Peter, you must realise that the Reverend and the Reverends before him handed us these tenets as a sanctity that bides together the Sons of Jehovah. We share our wealth and we share our pleasure and we share our responsibility to the church and the tenets. That’s why we live in Redhaven and exclude non-believers,” Sarah said with conviction.

“But some share more than others,” Mila said, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

“Of course in any society there is a class structure. I would say that the Sons of Jehovah has the fairest hierarchical spectrum. Look around you; there is no poverty, everyone is cared for, all are wealthy to some degree, all are happy and most are free to leave should they so desire,” Sarah said with conviction.

“Except for those who know about what really happens at the ranch,” Mila said acidly.

“Peter this is where you would correct your wife using corporal punishment,” Sarah said gravely.

“Mila you have been accepted into our church, you must abide by our tenets. You will be forgiven some transgressions but only for a short time, it is expected that you will learn and obey the tenets and be obedient and steadfast to your husband,” Sarah said calmly but firmly.

Mila found it hard to believe that only a few hours ago she and Sarah had been making love and Sarah had told Mila how much she cherished her.

“Which is probably as good a segue as any for you to tell Peter about what we did this afternoon,” Sarah said.

Mila Betturkey blushed and looked away but she could feel Sarah glaring at her.

Peter was confused and looked at them both questioningly.

Mila couldn’t stand the tension, she could feel Sarah’s eyes boring into her and she could tell that Peter was baffled and uneasy.

“Sarah and I made love this afternoon,” Mila blurted out.

Peter was taken aback at first, then he began to imagine Mila and Sarah on the big bed upstairs going at it.

“Cool,” he grinned carnally.

“Cool! I just told you I have been unfaithful!” Mila couldn’t figure out why she was upset but she just was.

“What am I allowed to do here Sarah? What are the rules? The tenets?” Peter asked.

“You may punish your wife. You may forgive her. You may grant her permission to use me as a spinster, you may do pretty much whatever you want,” Sarah replied.

“Thanks Sarah… he may punish me! You didn’t tell me that while we were fucking!” Mila said angrily.

“We must abide by the tenets. He may punish me too should he see fit,” Sarah said frankly.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, there! There isn’t going to any punishing,” Peter interjected.

“What I think is going to happen is that I’m going to grant Mila permission to have sex with you Sarah.”

Mila and Sarah were silenced, their anger dissipated and they smiled furtively at each other.

“But I’m also going to exercise my privilege and ask you Sarah to share my bed,” Peter smirked.

“Of course Peter; I would be honoured,” Sarah replied demurely.

Mila actually felt a little jealous but she knew that she shouldn’t.

“Ok ladies enough tuition for one evening. Let’s all go to bed,” Peter grinned at them both and Sarah and Mila smiled at each other conspiratorially.

Mila could tell that Peter was warming very quickly to his new role as master of the house so to speak and it was obvious he was hot for Sarah. He had his hand under her skirt all the way up the stairs.

But Peter wasn’t selfish. He took turns kissing and caressing them both as they stripped to their nylons, heels and panties as he demanded they do. He took some tome time to fondle their breasts and had Sarah undress him while he teased Mila, making her hard in her panties.

Peter had Mila and Sarah perform for him, which they were delighted to do, kissing and fondling each other on the big bed while Peter watched. When he was excited to the point that he couldn’t keep his hands off the two beautiful women he joined in.

Peter lay on the bed and had Sarah straddle him, lowering her hot, wet, recently-licked cunt onto his turgid manhood. Peter held Sarah still while Mila positioned herself behind her and slid her lubricated cock deep into Sarah’s anus.

Mila fucked Sarah with long slow thrusts, building the tempo. Peter didn’t need to move, he could feel his wife’s cock through Sarah’s vaginal sheath and Sarah bucked and wriggled as Mila fucked her harder. Peter lay back and watched the women fuck as Sarah’s cunt clung to his raging erection, working herself up and down on it while Mila fucked her tight ass.

They orgasmed almost simultaneously and when they were done Sarah fetched drinks and they partied on the bed for a couple of hours until they were exhausted. They slept together in a tangle of arms, legs and hard cocks.

When Peter and Mila awoke the next morning Sarah was gone. They snuggled under the covers grinning like children.

“I think you have an affinity for this whole Apostle thing,” Mila teased him.

“It’s the life we have chosen to lead so why not enjoy it?” Peter kissed her playfully on the tip of her nose.

“Not that we had a choice,” Mila replied.

“I kinda like the sharing Sarah thing, we’ve had her in our house for so long now that she’s like part of the family but I’m not sure I’m going to enjoy being passed around by a bunch of strange men this evening,” Mila sighed.

“They’re hardly strangers, we are good friends with Brian and Dianne Hislop, Jim and Helen Benson and we know the others well enough,” Peter reassured Mila and held her close.

“The Reverend and Sarah have made no secret that some of the men are not being happy with me being transgender so maybe I won’t be in high demand?” Mila posed.

“You will be the most beautiful woman at the party, any man would be stupid not to desire you,” Peter responded.

“You say that like you are looking forward to it; I bet you can’t wait to stick your dick into Dianne Hislop, she’s had the hots for you since we arrived,” Mila punched him in the arm.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do, I suppose,” Peter grinned.

“Wanker,” Mila liked the Brit pejorative.

The insult led to a little bed wrestling but no sex. They were both satiated from the previous night and needed to conserve their energy to be able to perform again this evening.

When Peter and Mila had showered they proceeded downstairs to be greeted Betturkey Giriş by the smell of fresh coffee and to find Sarah busy in the kitchen dressed in her high-hemline, white-trimmed, black dress, and white half-apron, tan hosiery and black low-heels.

Mila greeted Sarah and kissed her cheek and Peter kissed her full on the lips.

“Thank you both for last night,” Sarah sat across the breakfast bar from the husband and wife.

“I see that you are both learning how to behave. Whilst we were very intimate together last night, it is good that we conduct ourselves with decorum when we are not sharing together.”

“The tenets command that we each be true to our Order in the church,” Sarah smiled at them both.

“That said Sarah, there is nothing preventing me from bending you over the breakfast bar and fucking you right now,” Peter grinned.

Mila groaned and punched him in the shoulder.

“That is your right, as it is your wife’s now that you have granted her permission, but practicing restraint when decorum dictates is also a much revered attribute for those of the higher Order,” Sarah said deftly.

“While you are at work today Peter, Mila and I will prepare your house for your communal dinner. You have been to many of these in the past, they are really just dinner parties until the evening draws late and the sharing begins. In the past, that was when you were invited to leave if you hadn’t done so already. I know that recently you both guessed what happened when you left but tonight you will partake of the sharing.”

When Peter left for work, Mila and Sarah busied themselves preparing for the dinner. Peter and Mila had hosted dinner parties before of course but none so important as this.

Mila had a thousand questions about the sharing most of which Sarah declined to answer.

“It is best that you discover for yourself the delights of the sharing. Remember that in Redhaven the wife about to experience her first sharing is usually newly married and has only recently been deflowered by her husband and experienced the delights of sexual congress.”

“You can imagine the trepidation and excitement she is feeling. You are very experienced sexually Mila so although you are feeling uneasy about this evening, just try to relax and let the course of events unfold,” Sarah reassured her.

Mila took extra care with her hair and makeup that evening and slipped into a pair of Wolford pantyhose that were super-sheer. She forwent panties so there would be no visible panty line when she slithered into her red satin evening gown. Her firm breasts did not require a bra to support them. The gown was backless and split on one side from hem to hip and tight as a sheath. Sarah fussed around Mila ensuring that the dress fitted perfectly and then helped Mila accessorise and put on her four-inch, red patent Jimmy Choo’s.

The Hislops had made their maid Angie available for the evening to assist Sarah.

“Make sure Jim Benson doesn’t accidentally fuck her before dinner,” Mila said sarcastically and Sarah laughed at the joke.

Peter and Mila greeted their guests as the two maids ushered them into the house. Mila was complemented on her dress by both husbands and wives and many of the men openly ogled her. The soft kiss on the cheek she usually received when saying good evening was replaced by a shamelessly passionate smooch in most cases, although some men still brushed her cheek with their lips formally. It was already obvious which of the men desired her which were not armored with her being transgender.

Peter too was experiencing unusually long, hot-blooded kisses from most of the wives. Prior to dinner the couples broke up into groups, drinking cocktails, eating canapés and chatting amiably. The Acolytes were far from strangers but there was an unfamiliar but exotic ambience to the evening.

As Peter and Mila had been recently paired and accepted as Apostles of the church there was no need for the reticence and secrecy that had shrouded similar events they had attended. The women glanced at each other both anxiously and expectantly, the men eyed the women appreciatively and with anticipation, the sense of portend in the room was palpable, there were covet yearning glances between some of the men and women.

As was the custom, after the meal the party split into two groups, the men and the women. Mila was asked repeatedly if she was excited about her first sharing. Tonight there was little talk of children, family and church matters; the main subject of conversation was sex. The women compared notes on performances of the men and Mila was sure that the men were doing the same about the women.

Sarah and Angie worked the room bringing drinks and clearing away used glassware and receptacles as they went. They were both wearing their maid’s uniforms and looked sexy, they had received their share of appreciative glances but as far as Mila could tell, neither had been asked to provide sexual services.

The maids Betturkey Güncel Giriş had prepared all three bedrooms in the house, providing them with fresh linen, lighting scented candles and ensuring there were tissues, towels and the requisites one needed for an evening of heavy sex. The dining room, the study upstairs and Peter’s office had the furniture rearranged so that fold-away beds could be bought in and Angie made up the convertible couch-bed in the living room.

Sharing was not one big orgy as Mila thought it might have been. Sarah explained that whilst group sex did occur in Redhaven, at communal dinners it was customary for husbands and wives to pair off to take their pleasure. She also explained that before the sharing began, those who did not wish to participate would be given the opportunity to leave. There was no stigma attached. A couple may just not be in the mood for whatever reason, may be trying to conceive, or the wife may be in her menses; there were any number of reasons.

As the sharing was considered a religious rite, spinsters could not participate as they had no spouse, Sarah and Angie would discreetly withdraw but be available to serve in any way necessary. Sarah had taken some time to instruct Peter on the rite of communal sharing and she made her way over to him and took him by the elbow and guided him to the centre of the room and smiled at him.

“Ok Peter, here you go. I’m sure you will do just fine. Relax and enjoy the evening,” she whispered in his ear.

Peter clinked his glass with his spoon repeatedly until he had everyone’s attention. The wives came back into the living room and joined their husbands, taking station beside them. Mila joined Peter in the centre of the room as she had been instructed. The air of expectation was palpable.

Peter began a little nervously but became bolder as he got into stride.

“As an ordained Apostle of the Sons of Jehovah I welcome you into my house and offer to you the privilege of our church and encourage you to share in God’s bounty. By sharing the gift that is bestowed on man in the form of his wife, we proliferate our devotion to the tenets by spreading our seed.”

When Mila read this passage in the tenets whilst Sarah was providing religious instruction Mila had scoffed at it.

“This is just an excuse for married men to fuck other women,” she had proclaimed.

Sarah had admonished Mila and reminded her that this was now her life, she must live by the tenets. Adequately chastened, Mila decided right then and there to keep her thoughts about the SOJ tenets to herself.

“Let us give thanks to Jehovah and the blessing of the tenets he has given us to guide us through life,” Peter concluded the invocation and the assembled couples, now reduced to seven as three had discreetly departed, mouthed a short prayer.

In Redhaven if a man wished to make love to another man’s wife, he would approach him and ask: ‘may I share in your bounty’, offering his own wife in return. At communal gatherings such as this where the sharing had been agreed to, the wives simply made their way to a bed and awaited the arrival of a mate. It was considered an audacity for a woman to refuse the man as her husband had already agreed to make her available to all of the assembled men.

As it was Peter’s house, Sarah had been allotted their bedroom and she made her way up the stairs, her legs shaking, her hands trembling as she clutched the balustrade. Sarah had left a tray with an ice bucket, bottle of gin, a bottle of tonic water and crystal glasses and Mila went straight over to it and poured herself a long one.

The men gathered in the centre of the lounge and discussed who would pair with whom. Sometimes the pairings were pre-arranged during the evening, men taking on women who had drawn their fancy or requesting those women that they had lay with before and had an affinity with. As tonight was Peter’s first sharing it was customary for him to choose whomever he wanted to lie with and for all of the men to request to lie with his wife. There were as many women as there were men so no one would miss out and changing of partners multiple times was expected.

Mila stood demurely in the centre of the room, her hands in front of her, waiting to see which of the husbands would come to share her first.

It was Jim Benson and he looked as nervous as she felt. He had no need to be; he was obviously experienced in the sharing. Jim and Peter were good friends and Helen Benson was her friend; they played tennis together and went to each other’s houses for coffee. At least if she was to be shared, it was with someone she liked.

He approached Mila and lifted her face so gaze on her beauty.

“You are gorgeous,” he whispered.

“I desired you the moment I first saw you Mila. The things I wanted to do to you are so carnal that I dare not tell you,” he stroked her cheek with the back of his hand.

Mila didn’t know whether to feel flattered or disgusted, but this was her life now. She had chosen it.

“But… but then… forgive me Mila,” Jim began to whimper.

“But then you found out I am transgender,” Mila sighed.

“Yes. Don’t get me wrong, I still desire you, look the evidence is plain,” Jim looked down and Mila followed his gaze and saw the erection in his pants.

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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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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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“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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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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The Marriage of Martin Hastings Ch. 08

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

Things are subtly changing…………Hmmm

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the………..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t care. I’m not…..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Dinner at Irene’s was always interesting.

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

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

“Ooh.” Eve said “Who is he?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Is there a difference?” she answered.

“Yes there is.” He replied.

She looked up at him with questioning eyes.

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

Eve listened in silence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, if you choose to.” He said.

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

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

She nodded. “Yes Master.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes” Master she replied.

“Explain to eve the Nadu position.”

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

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

“Yes Master” she whispered.

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

“Yes Master” Irene replied.

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

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

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

She pushed her vulva upwards for them both to see.

“Shave her.” Michael said sharply to Irene.

“Yes Master” she replied.

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

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

Michael looked down at her crotch.

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded and whispered. “Yes Master.”

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

“Yes Master.” She replied.

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

“Yes Master.” She whispered with downcast eyes.

He looked at His watch.

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

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

It was after midnight.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What if I could make them believe it?”

“That would never work.”

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

“So what can you do?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t know about this.”

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

“What happens sex izle when Carla comes back?”

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

“Shit. What does that mean?”

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

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

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

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

“So what do we do then?”

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

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

“You want me to do what?”

“Hormone replacement therapy.”

“Why, in God’s name?”

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll try to find some way.”

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

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

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

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

“You’ll travel on Carla’s passport.”

“What did she use?”

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

“Why?”

“She wanted to hide her illness.”

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

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

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

“I don’t know if I like it.”

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

“But is this the way?”

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

“How bad is it?”

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

“But if it got rid of the cancer…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I have to try though.”

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

“But how are you doing, Dad?”

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

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

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

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

“Then that means…”

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

“It isn’t about the money, Dad.”

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

“I think he’s changing.”

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

“You might be surprised.”

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

“I will, Daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you need me to redo anything…”

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

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

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

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

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

“Your sister has died.”

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

“We don’t hide it.”

“But that messes everything up.”

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

“But the body?”

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

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

“Dad, Charlie has died.”

“Overdose?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Then we’re clear?”

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

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

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

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

About that time a woman walked up to them.

“You too make such a sweet couple.”

Carla smiled at the woman before replying.

“We aren’t at that point yet.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But he’s dead now, Dad.”

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

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

Her Dad gave her a sad look, before continuing.

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

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

“But you can eliminate that provision now.”

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

Carla went to Kyle and told him about that.

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

“But they’ll cut off my…”

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

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

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

“I don’t know if I can give that up.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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He opened the car door roughly, set his bag down on the floor, and sat in the low-lying seat with a thud. He yanked the door shut with a wham. Renee never showed any respect around Steph, and it was part of what made him irresistible. He showed no need for her whatsoever. “Drive.” he commanded, checking his feathered raven locks in the vanity mirror. Steph bit her lower lip with as she pushed the key into the ignition, her own phallic power source. The finely tuned engine roared to life. She thrilled to the vibration of the stick shift, grabbing the rod and engaging the gears. She loved the way her machine felt. She loved the power of it. The sleek lines and smooth surfaces were enough to make her heart race. She rolled down the street. She caught his blue eyes watching the passing suburban banality in the rearview mirror as she scanned the road.

“Turn left.” he said without looking at her. She did as he bid, steering out of town. The asphalt rolled past fallow farmers fields and ancient trees. They sped toward the winding climb of the escarpment as the afternoon sun glared behind them. They came to a four-way stop where the pavement ended. Sunken tire tracks on the gravel ahead suggested the continuation of the road. Steph stopped at the sign, looking over at Renee in askance. She blew a strand of her dark hair out of her hazel eyes, looking between Renee and the mirrors. She didn’t want to bring her low riding sports car on the loose stone path, and hoped he had another destination in mind.

“What are you waiting for?” Renee asked, still refusing to look at her.

“Do I have to? I just got it detailed.” Steph asked. Renee reached into his breast pocket and produced a cigarette. Lighting it seemed the only answer he would give as he looked back out the passenger window. He rolled the glass down further and blew a swirling cloud into the atmosphere. Steph put the car into first gear and eased up the slope.

She kept to the low gear against the climb. Her majestic vehicle crawled along, the occasional ping of a stone against the underside. Each strike made her wince, but she dared not refuse Renee’s command. She knew that being a good girl was the only way to get his regard. She craved his focus, to sweep away all the other thoughts in his complicated mind and become his world, if only for a time.

They came to the plateau of the escarpment. The view extended for miles around. The ordered squares of expansive farms gave 1080 porno way to the rising suburbs and the city beyond in one direction. To the other, the land fell away to the vast lake into which sunset was falling. It was a breathtaking sight. Though she’d grown up in town, Steph had never been up this little used road to witness the sunset. “There.” Renee pointed to a wide shoulder which offered no obstructions to the view. Steph dutifully pulled her car over and parked it.

Renee reached out and stopped her from pulling the key out of the ignition. “I want the radio. Get out. Strip down. Panties only.” He was insistent.

“But,” Steph tried to interject. Renee looked at her for the first time, a cold regard in his gaze. Steph hung her head in shame. She knew better than to question. She knew he’d get out and walk home if she disappointed him. He’d taken away service from her before, and she’d ached with its loss. She quietly stepped from the car. Renee began to play with the knobs on the radio as she closed the door.

The elevation had brought them above the smog of the city, and the air was remarkably crisp. Steph became particularly aware of its cool embrace as she unbuttoned her shirt. The smooth skin of her flat stomach goose pimpled as she exposed it. She tossed the shirt into the open rear window, checking to see if Renee was watching her. He was focused intently as he adjusted the equalizer of her car stereo.

Steph felt ridiculous getting undressed without Renee’s attention. The flush came to her pale cheeks as she pulled her tight jeans off. She had wanted to be playful, bending over and showing Renee the round swell of her cheeks. She wanted his pulse to race and his cock to harden at the sight of her. He nodded at the dashboard completing his tinkering, then returned his gaze out the passenger’s side window. Steph wanted to scream for his attention. The frustration and humiliation mixed with the desire inside her, amplifying it. She ran her fingers over the lacy black padded bra she wore. She looked down at her chest, smiling at the way they looked in the lingerie. She licked her lips as she unclasped her bra and let it fall into her left hand. Her rich brown nipples hardened instantly, and she couldn’t help but to give one a soft twist.

Renee opened the door into her ass, bumping her to bring her attention back to him. He had laid the driver’s side seat down fully. His face was now warm 2 k porno and gentle. She blushed at his regard and his kindness. He would spoil her now, giving her the fullness of his attention. Her sex grew wet with anticipation.

He helped her into the seat and turning her to face the rear window. He climbed onto her lap, taking her hair in his hand and bringing their mouths together in a forceful kiss. His tongue probed her mouth as she felt him reaching into his bag. He broke the kiss and released his grip on her. His smiled down at her, “Hello.” he said. Before she could respond, Renee ripped a strip of black duct tape from a roll. He smothered her mouth with the adhesive gag. Steph’s eyes rolled in lust; Renee’s control was both immediate and complete.

“Be a good girl.” He chastised her playfully, reaching again into his bag. This time he pulled out a length of raw jute rope. He wrapped two turns around her left wrist, firmly but gently. He tucked the bite under and around the turns, then hitched the wrist snugly. He brought her hand to the steering wheel, turning the rest of the line around it in a secure X-shape. Steph sighed through her nostrils with the sensation.

Renee got out of the car, carrying two more lines of jute rope. He reached through the rear driver’s side window and took her ankle through it. He brought it up and tied her foot through the frames of the open windows. He moved around the back of the car, staring at Steph’s eyes as he moved. He wore a wicked grin. His perfect teeth served to make him both more insidious and more desirable. Steph could feel her panties growing moist against her skin. He took her other foot and stretched her legs across the car. He tied the ankle in a similar fashion on the passenger’s side. He moved around the windshield, examining his work.

Steph couldn’t help but to writhe against her bonds. Each was like a firm, loving hand. Though the vehicle was between them, Steph could feel how tightly, how sweetly Renee held her. She gave a throaty moan of lust.

Renee shook his head and came around to the driver’s side door. He opened it up and reached under Steph’s back. “Hand.” he ordered. She obeyed and slid her wrist behind her spine. He reached over her to his bag. The soft leather of his jacket caressed her hard nipples, and Steph groaned. He smirked at her, dragging the toothy line of another piece of jute across them as he knelt beside the car. He 3 k porno wrapped her other wrist and tied it off, leaving the tails draped over the seat. He climbed over her waist, his knees digging into the edges of her seat. She could feel the heat of his manhood through his jeans. Steph rolled her hips and purred. Renee laughed at her, then kissed the tape over her lips. He stroked her hair softly as he reached into his bag and produced a length of black cotton rope. It was less coarse than the jute on her limbs, but Steph knew this rope could bite with cruelty if Renee wanted it to. He folded the length in half, then slipped the rope behind her neck. He drew the lines down between her large firm breasts, then snaked around each one. Every turn constricted her flesh deliciously, and her nipples throbbed visibly with the increased pressure. Steph let her mind slip her flesh, floating in the sea of Renee’s control.

Renee reached one last time into his bag. He pulled out a little egg-shaped vibrator. Despite its size, Steph knew it to be a powerful toy. Renee flicked the thing on and it whirred to life. He played the soft plastic across her flesh, teasing her aching nipples. Her pussy pulsed and flowed freely. Distantly, Steph worried about the strange stain she was making on her precious car’s seat. But it was Renee’s right to use her, and she could hardly complain about the treatment she received in his care. He slipped the vibrator into her panties, and teased it up between her velvet smooth lips. He pressed it tight against her clit, then smiled down at her before climbing off her waist. Standing over her, he pulled her panties to cinch the vibe in place. The lace felt divine against Steph’s open sex and eager asshole. Little trickles of orgasm thrilled through her body.

Renee closed the door and reached through the window to tie off her right hand to the handle there. He walked behind the car, watching Steph’s body react with shudders. He reached through the open passenger window and pressed play on the car’s cd player. The dulcet strains of Red Hot Chili Peppers sounded out, sweet and melancholy. Renee sat down on the hood of the car and stared out at the sunset and its massive purple reflection in the lake. He lit a cigarette and drew back into his pensive world. He left her there like that, bound to the vehicle she loved, orgasm crashing through her.

The sun sank into the lake, and darkness swallowed the escarpment, save for the red of Renee’s cigarette and the green glow of the dashboard light. The night settled, and stillness claimed the moment. There was no need words, no need for action. There was only the breeze and the night and the sweet imprint of the moment in their memories.

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