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Tits Have Benefits Ch. 09

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Following her honeymoon life starts to assume more of a normal routine for Andrea, well as normal as you can get when you are a shemale t-girl in a family with 4 lesbians.

Kate finds a shy new boyfriend and asks Andrea for help with him.

But can Andrea’s idyllic lifestyle continue indefinitely, in this story things events take a nasty turn…

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After transforming myself into a shemale and returning to claim the love of my life Jane, I was adjusting well to a life living with Jane’s lesbian lovers, now also my lovers. On a combined business trip and visit to my friends, Jane and I went to California where we ended up having fun with my employer Liz as well as Trish and Sandy, ending up with me sucking Trish’s dick. And later, despite my initial reservations, I took her dick inside me.

Later my sister Jill, who I had not seen for almost 2 years, came over in advance of the wedding along with her lesbian lover Ashley, and I ended up fucking and getting fucked by both of them. Just before the wedding I met Jane’s brother John and his girlfriend Ally and had my first experience with a man, as I did not consider Trish to be a man.

The wedding was the best day of my life, where I was finally married to the four beautiful women I had come to love so much Jane, Jenny, Chris and Ann, and they all loved me, we all loved each other. On the wedding night as we lay together I really felt that this was where I belonged, the bride of four beautiful brides.

The honeymoon was wonderful, but when it was over all of us were looking forward to establishing some sort of normal routine as a legally joined family.

In my work on the new application for the Psynphone that I was doing for Liz, I had reached the point where we were ready to do a beta test on the product, and Liz had decided that a good place to conduct the beta test would be at our university campus so that I could supervise the application performance on a day to day basis.

All campus based students would be given the opportunity to participate in the test and if they agreed they would be given a free Psynphone along with an allocation of talk time and a monthly data allocation.

Liz had asked me to suggest a non-technical person to help me administer the test, who had to be a security minded person, given what would be some of the selling points of the new application, and I had suggested Jenny, who Liz had readily agreed to. Jenny was happy to take on this work as she would be handsomely rewarded for spending a few hours a week administering the tests.

So we had gathered the family together and Jenny was handing out the phones to each one of us. Then we were told to all strip off our tops, Jenny stripped off her own top as well. We could keep our bras on, much to Jane’s disappointment.

Then Jenny went round applying a small adhesive patch to each one of us, as close to the heart as possible, explaining what they were. “This is a tiny piece of miniaturized technology is a heart monitor and is designed to monitor stress and health levels as well as general heart condition. There is a blue tooth connection to the Psynphone.”

Jenny continued, “Andrea will explain how this monitor is used in the application.”

I continued, “The heart monitor serves two purposes, firstly for people who are at risk of heart attack or even those that are not known to be at risk, the Psynphone will automatically call an ambulance and notify designated contacts when certain characteristic heart rhythms are detected. The application will also allow hospitals to remotely monitor the heart monitor while an ambulance is on route so that paramedics will have up to date information on the person’s condition.

Secondly the monitor is also capable of detecting when the user is under high stress because they are being attacked or otherwise in severe distress, this will cause the Psynphone to automatically call the an ambulance and police as well as notifying designated contacts.”

At this point Jenny commented saying, “I think right now the last function is particularly important for us given recent news that 5 women have been violently raped in this area. And to this end I also want all of you to sign up for self defense classes just in case.”

After this I went on to explain the other features of the personal organizer features and social networking front end, explaining that each of us would complete a 15 minute survey at the end of each week documenting their experience in using the application.

Later that week Kate came to visit us and brought her new boyfriend with her, Allen, he like Kate was 18 years old. Allen appeared to be a very shy guy, which was surprising in a way given how outgoing Kate was. Jane and I could see that Kate really needed to talk so we excused ourselves saying we wanted Kate’s advice on fashion and retiring to the bedroom.

Immediately Jane asked Kate, “Did you fuck him yet.”

“No,” Kate replied, “I really want to, but he is shy and I really don’t want metinhukukburosu.com to screw it up with him as he is such a lovely person.”

“So,” asked Jane, “What is it you like so much about him?”

“He is so kind and considerate,” replied Kate, “I feel so safe with him, I feel that I can talk to him about anything and never be judged, I just wish he wasn’t so shy around me. It is like he is holding back, like he has some insecurity even with me, and that bugs me. I just want him to feel able to completely be himself with me whatever that might be.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?” I enquired, “Back when I was a guy I was quite shy, I didn’t feel secure, perhaps I can help him.”

“Would you,” replied Kate, “I would really appreciate that.” And with that she gave me a big hug throwing her hands about my neck.”

We, the family, invited Kate and Allen to spend the evening with us and after consuming food and quite a lot of alcohol, the girls were watching a program about makeovers for women that seemed to make Allen embarrassed for some reason. Noticing Allen’s discomfort I asked Allen if he would help me with the washing up, and he jumped at the opportunity.

Once we were in the kitchen I started chatting with Allen about Kate, saying what a wonderful person I thought she was. Allen was heartily agreeing with me saying how she was so easy to speak to and so friendly.

As we talked I noticed that many of Allen’s movements had a feminine appearance being very attuned to such things myself. And as we made small talk I observed that Allen was not very interested in ‘manly’ things, knowing what I knew about Kate I began to understand why she might be attracted to Allen.

So I said very casually, “So have you fucked Kate yet?”

In response to my question Allen’s face became as red as a beetroot, he floundered a little, obviously taken back by the directness of my question. I could see that he was struggling to hide his anger at me for asking such a direct question but he simply whispered his answer, “No.”

Explaining myself somewhat I continued, “Because Kate is a very spontaneous person, I am sure she wants you to fuck her, she must have dropped you many subtle hints and some not so subtle at all.”

“Well yes,” Allen replied, “she often invites me in for coffee after we go out, but I am always making excuses saying I have to leave. One time she really got mad at me so I agreed to stay for a few minutes, but when she started touching me a lot I made an excuse again saying I had to leave.”

“Don’t you like Kate?” I asked, “Don’t you find her attractive? Don’t you want to fuck her?” Knowing as I said these things that there was nothing that Allen wanted more than to make love to Kate.

Allen replied, “Kate is the greatest person I ever met, she is incredibly attractive, and I would love to fuck her, as you put it.”

Some of his anger was beginning to show as he said these last words. This was exactly the reaction I wanted, it was only by him really getting in touch with his suppressed feelings that he would do what he desired to do as far as Kate was concerned.

Allen continued, “It’s just that I am afraid that I will fuck things up between us, Kate and I that is? I have no experience sexually, I’m afraid she will not want to see me again.”

Suddenly my tone became a bit harder as I said to Allen, “You expect me to believe that?” Then after leaving a dramatic pause I continued, “Sure you probably tell yourself that you are worried about your performance so you don’t have to think about what might follow, but there is more to it isn’t there. I doubt at your age you have problems getting an erection and you probably whack yourself off at least twice a day, probably five or more times.” Allen’s skin reddened as I said this.

“You know what a kind and accepting person Kate is.” I continued relentlessly, “You know that she would be patient with you because you know how much she wants you.”

“There is something else isn’t there?” I said sternly, for the first time worrying if I was pushing the poor boy too far.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, Allen broke down and started to cry, and all I wanted to do was comfort him, so I put my arms around him allowing him to cry onto my warm breast. He felt reassured by my warmth and after letting him cry for a while I took his head in my hands wiping his long hair away from his eyes.”

Then suddenly I gave Allen a quick kiss on the lips and said, “Allen, whatever it is you can trust me.” And as Allen looked back at me he could see the sincerity in my eyes, so suddenly he confessed what he had been hiding.

“When I am alone I like to wear women’s clothes.” Allen said.

“Knew it,” I said to myself, all the feminine gestures, not being preoccupied with things that interested most men, his sensitive emotional characteristics all made sense now.

As he finally said it, he looked frightened, almost as if he expected me to react with disgust or worse laugh at him, this, only moments after he had been sure he could trust me.

I said, “And you feel ashamed of yourself for this?”

“Yes,” Allen replied, “I mean it isn’t normal is it?”

“What is normal,” I came back, “normal is a very relative term. So do you want to stop it?” I continued.

“Yes,” Allen replied earnestly, “particularly now I am seeing Kate, but it is hopeless. I have tried to stop it in the past, but I always start doing it again, sometimes I feel most at home when I am dressed as female, it’s hopeless, I’m hopeless.”

Again he started crying and I pulled him back against my warm breast finding the feeling of his warm tears on my breast was producing nurturing feelings, and surprisingly erotic feelings, I guess it was just the effect of him being vulnerable with me.

“You know what I think?” I asked.

“What?” Allen replied.

“I think that Kate would be really pissed at you if you tried to suppress this side of you. It is part of you and helps make you the caring, sensitive, emotional person that you are, the person that Kate loves.” I continued.

“You think so? Allen asked.

“I know so,” I replied, “I think there is something you should know,” I continued, “I am a T-girl myself, a shemale.”

I could see the idea was not sinking in, so I made it as clear as possible, “I’ve got a dick.”

“B-b-but, that’s impossible,” Allen replied, “You must be winding me up, nobody could look more womanly than you.”

With that I pulled my panties down and lifted my skirt, saying, “Satisfied,” as Allen looked at my semi-hard cock.

“You know,” Allen said, “even when I see your dick clearly displayed I cannot think of you as anything other than female, but I guess you have heard that before.”

“Oh all the time,” I said.

“Look,” I said, “I happen to know for a fact that Kate doesn’t have any problems with a guy who has a feminine side, quite the opposite in fact. When I come to think about it, it was probably subconsciously picking up on the fact that you had a feminine side that drew her to you in the first place.

But right now you first need to concentrate on accepting yourself and becoming comfortable with who you are in your feminine form and I can help you there, but you have to trust me completely, what do you say about us meeting up together in a few days so I can help you explore your feminine side.”

“Thanks,” said Allen, “I would really appreciate that.”

I noticed that Allen was already looking much more self confident, and after we returned to the girls to playful banter about what we may have been up to together, Allen sat next to Kate and I could see that his whole attitude with her was much more confident. He was more outgoing and even rested his hand on her leg when they spoke.

Kate had a big grin on her face, she looked like the cat that had swallowed the canary.

That night as Kate and Allen left us, Kate whispered in my ear, “I don’t know what you said, but thank you.” She squeezed my hand as she said it.

I whispered back, “The best is yet to come, believe me.”

So it was that Allen arranged to meet up with me later that week in our apartment.

When I answered the door, the other girls were out at university except for Jane who did not have classes that day. Jane was at a local café, nearby waiting for my call.

As I led Allen to the bedroom he looked a bit pensive, so I started with some general chat to put him at his ease.

“So how has it been with Kate?” I asked.

“Great,” replied Allen, “since I opened up to you about my cross dressing, I feel I can be much more myself with her. We even kissed one time, and I touch her we hug and stuff all the time now.”

“Did you guys made love yet?” I inquired.

“No not yet,” replied Allen, “I think she wants it, but I keep putting her off before things go too far. I want, I want…”

“You want to feel more comfortable with yourself before you take the next step with her.” I supplied.

“Yes,” Allen said. “I want to explore who I am more.”

“Well you have come to just the right place,” I said, “that is exactly what we are going to do.”

“So,” Allen inquired, “How are we going to go about this? How do we proceed?”

“Well,” I replied, “You are going to meet your alter ego, the side of yourself that you have been suppressing for so long, and first that means taking a long bath, so you can smell sweet and remove all that body hair, not that you have much to speak of.”

So it was that I got Allen to strip naked and get in the bath, to put him more at his ease, I just put on a short bathrobe myself, I chuckled to myself when I noticed Allen’s dick hardening as he saw me in just my short robe.

As Allen bathed and applied the hair removal cream, I sprung my surprise on him.

“Look Allen,” I said, “transforming you will take quite some work, and it would go much more quickly if somebody could help me with you.”

Suddenly Allen looked frightened, “I-I’m not sure about that, I feel safe with you, but somebody else, I’m not sure I could do it.”

At this point I replied sternly, “You said you would trust me completely, and besides you are going to have to tell other people about this sometime, Kate will have to know for example, being open about who you are with people you can trust is very important in the process of self acceptance, the sooner you start the better.”

“OK,” Allen replied, “If you vouch for this person.”

“Don’t worry, I trust her implicitly.” I said. “So it’s ok if I have her come along?” I reiterated. It was important that he felt happy about me bringing somebody else in to help with his transformation.

“Yes.” Allen replied.

On Allen’s confirmation, I called Jane, “It’s ok to come now.”

Jane arrived more quickly than I would have thought possible, eager to help in the transformation, quickly enough to catch Allen while he was naked, just getting out of the bath.

“OOOh,” said Jane always direct, “You do have a nice bod Allen, and you look sooo good with that smooth hairless skin, your skin is so supple and soft, just like a woman, but oh my you have a lovely cock, I’m sure that would feel lovely inside me.”

At Jane’s words Allen reddened and he quickly grabbed for a towel to cover his private parts.

After rubbing himself down with a towel I passed Allen a short bath robe like the one I was wearing, and so as not to look out of place Jane also put on a similar bath robe.

We sat Allen down on a chair and I got to work styling Allen’s long blond hair into a very feminine style while Jane gave him a manicure and a pedicure, painting his nails a bright red color.

I then went on to work on Allen’s face, working on his makeup while Jane went to select some clothes for him.

When I had finished with his face even he would have had trouble recognizing himself in the mirror.

Jane, knowing what we would be doing had thoughtfully gone out and bought some breast forms and a gaff for the transformation.

And as Jane was putting the breast forms in place with a mild adhesive, Allen became a little alarmed, “How permanent is this stuff?” He asked.

“Don’t worry,” replied Jane, “this glue is only temporary and there is a solvent to break it down when you want to remove the breasts.

As Allen put on a red panty and bra set that Jane had laid out for him I noticed that he was getting an erection even with the gaff he was wearing. Finally he slid into a pair of strappy shoes with 4 inch heels and Jane helped zip Allen into the tight fitting red minidress. It was only at this point that we let Allen see himself in the mirror.

As Allen looked at himself his Jaw dropped, he reached and touched himself on the breast, at first he even seemed unsure that he was looking at himself.

“Oh fuck, I’m beautiful,” said Allen, “thank you so much guys, I would never have believed I could look this good.”

Then he turned to Jane, “What do you think?”

Jane replied, “You look totally passable, no one would ever guess you were a guy looking at you. But then as you begin to get used to being like this you will start to realize that when you are like this you are not a guy, but rather a beautiful girl.”

At this I could see the pride in Allen’s face.

Jane continued, “You also look totally fuckable, I would fuck you right now if I didn’t know that you want Kate to be your first.”

This again caused Allen’s to turn red, but less so than before, he was beginning to become more confident and less embarrassed as time went by.

Jane continued, “But we can’t call you Allen anymore when you are like this, have you ever thought of a feminine name for yourself.”

“No,” replied Allen, “up till the day I confessed to Andrea, I was just completely ashamed of this aspect of me.”

“Well how about Alice,” Jane supplied, “it sounds similar to Allen so it would be easy for you to remember.”

“Alice,” Allen repeated, “I like that name, and I think it fits me, after today I certainly can identify with ‘Alice in Wonderland’.”

Now it was time for our next surprise for Allen/Alice.

“Well Alice,” Jane continued, “how would you like to come out to a lesbian bar with us?”

“L-Like this,” Allen replied very anxiously.

“Well at the bar I am thinking of, I don’t think they would take too kindly to you if you went as a guy,” said Jane, “and besides you will pass as a girl no problem, and if anybody did spot that you are a t-girl it wouldn’t be a problem as there are quite a few trannies who go to this bar and they are always welcome.”

Jane and I had discussed taking Allen, now Alice, out before hand, but I played along pretending the suggestion was new to me.

“Now wait a minute Jane,” I said, “Alice is still new to all this, it is her first day dressed and fully made up as a girl, and her first time ever dressed when she has not been alone, and you want to take her out like that. Aren’t you rushing things a bit.”

I could see that Allen/Alice was looking at me with relief, glad that I had stepped in on his/her behalf.

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Trailer Trash Tranny Ch. 08

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Chapter 08: Epilogue

It had been 10 years since that trip I made to Omaha where I ran into Jeannie, the young blonde transsexual living in a trailer park. I’d thought of her frequently after my first trip, but over the years I’d thought of her less and less, but sometimes I’d wonder what happened to that beautiful, blue-eyed, blonde haired t-girl, what kind of woman she had grown up to be.

Soon after my business trip to Omaha I got a new job where I moved to Hong Kong. After years of living there, and then in our branch office in London, I finally returned to North America, working in my company’s New York head-quarters. I got myself a nice loft in Tribeca which cost buckets of money, but after London it somehow seemed affordable.

Across the hall of me lived Scott. Scott was in his late 40s, an absolutely stereotypical flaming homosexual and seemed to do little than sleep during the day and host parties for New York’s artist community at nights. Scott’s grandfather had invented some indispensable piece of daily life like the zipper, fridge magnets or oxygen that had made the family wealthy beyond any sort of comprehension by normal people, even those like me who could afford multi-million dollar Tribeca lofts.

Scott invited me to every party he had, which meant that I was receiving invites four or five times a week. I would occasionally go to the parties, if for no other reason to see how a whole different side of New York lived. The parties were always filled with a strange assortment of folks. There was Scott and his other trust-fund-baby friends, a few up-and-coming artists or fashion designers, a bunch of nouveau rich folk trying to gain credibility by being a “hip” patron of the arts, a few con-artists that were looking for plays on the rich at the party, and me. Mainly I just stood in the back watching the action.

And for those nights I didn’t go, luckily the old converted warehouse I lived in had thick walls, so I couldn’t hear any of the noise from the parties.

After a few months, I was going to Scott’s parties less and less. I almost didn’t go to the party on that Wednesday night, having a 10 o’clock meeting the next morning that I really wanted to be sharp for. However, I had a shitty day at work and felt like a drink or two could take the edge off, so after dinner I walked across the hall to Scott’s place.

I wandered in and grabbed myself a gin and tonic, a habit I had picked up hanging out with British ex-pats in Hong Kong, and one that only got reinforced living in London. Scott was playing social butterfly and match-maker, flitting around the room dragging people out of conversations and depositing them in other conversations.

Scott saw me, and waved. He grabbed a woman in a long, floor length dress from a circle and pulled her over towards me.

“Holly, you have to meet the only real, normal person I know,” he said, dragging the woman with him, as she tried to finish a conversation over her shoulder with the people she had just been talking to.

Scott looked at me and said, “you have to meet Holly. Holly Hepburn is the hottest new designer in SOHO right now, and in three years she will be so famous that she won’t even deem to return my calls. Holly, this is…”

At that point Holly turned her head towards me, having finished her conversation with the people Scott had dragged her away from and surprisingly said, “Bill.”

Scott looked over at Holly and raised an eyebrown, “Good guess, are you psychic, dear?”

Holly was a thin woman with dark hair and a very pretty face, but I didn’t place her as someone I knew. Surely I would have remembered a name like Holly Hepburn. “Do we know each other?” I asked.

Holly stood in silence for a moment with a shocked look on her face, but then seemed ankarakazan.com to snap out of it. “No, no. Scott said your name before,” she said, and reached over and gave me an air-kiss on each cheek.

Scott pursed his lips, saying, “I don’t recall saying Bill’s name, but perhaps I did. Too bad, I was looking for some sort of good gossip about past romances, perhaps one of you throwing a drink in the face of the other one. A little drama always helps keep the party lively.”

I took a good look at Holly, and realized that despite my initial feeling, there was something about her that looked familiar. I was about to suggest that perhaps we had met, but before I could Scott pulled Holly away, saying something over his shoulder about her “having to meet this artist from Chile who paints using nothing but menstrual blood.”

I couldn’t place Holly, but she was gone and I took up my usual position standing by the bar and watching the strangeness at the party. Some hippy looking artist was currently using a hummus dip to paint the portrait of some CEO’s wife on the floor. I was enthralled with watching the artwork in progress, that I didn’t hear anyone come up behind me. I was a little startled when I felt the tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Holly Hepburn holding a martini glass.

“Ah, Ms. Hepburn, sorry our conversation got cut short earlier,” I said. “You know, your face strikes me as familiar. Are you sure we have never met?”

“Is that the line you use on all the women?” she asked.

“No, seriously, you do look familiar to me. You didn’t happen to go to college in Texas, did you?”

Holly smiled at me. “I did lie when I said we hadn’t met before. I’d be a little disappointed if you can’t remember where, though.”

I looked at Holly for a minute, and then it hit me. The face was a little different, it was a little fuller and more feminine, the hair was dark instead of blonde, and the body had filled out, both in the chest and the hips, but the eyes. It was the blue eyes. I looked at them and saw that girl from back at the trailer park in Omaha.

“Jeannie,” I said.

Holly wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss. “Oh Bill, you did remember. I was afraid that you weren’t going to.”

“It took me a while; you’ve changed a lot… In a good way, I mean. You look absolutely stunning now.”

Holly’s face turned red. “Thank you,” she said, looking down. “You know, I’ve thought of you a lot. That weekend we spent together, it meant a lot to me. You were so sweet.”

Now it was my turn to blush. “Really, I always felt bad about it. I felt like I took advantage of you, and all for nothing more than a bottle of vodka, a pack of smokes and a dinner at a greasy spoon.”

Holly laughed, putting her hand on my chest. “Don’t feel bad about that. You were cute, I would have had sex with you even if you hadn’t bought that bottle of vodka. Hell, back then I slept with guys a lot worse than you for a lot less than a bottle of vodka. It wasn’t the sex I was talking about. It was the way you treated me when we weren’t having sex. You were the first person that treated me like a woman. Everyone else up to then had looked at me like I was a faggot in a dress. You treated me like I was a female.”

I blushed even more. I was speechless. All I could think to do was to hug Holly. We embraced, and held the embrace. I breathed in deeply. Holly smelt like peaches and baby powder.

Holly and I pulled away. Holly’s eyes were a little moist. I gave Holly a cocktail napkin that I had been carrying with me, and she daubed her eyes. Finally she said, “so, living in a million dollar loft in New York, I take it your not out cruising trailer parks for trannies anymore?” She laughed.

“No, no. Haven’t been to a trailer park since we meet. Wouldn’t want to ruin my fairy tale impression of the places. I work in banking, Senior VP of Retail Banking. And not to brag, but it’s a MULTI-million dollar loft. So, what about you, I take it you’re not having sex with dudes cruising trailer parks in exchange for bottles of Vodka anymore?”

Holly laughed and held up her martini, “No, I think the martinis I drink in the bars now are worth more than that whole bottle of vodka you bought me back then. I got out of the trailer park and got into fashion.”

That’s when Holly told me the story of how see got out of the trailer park. How she made money by sleeping with guys at truck stops, strip club parking lots and hotels. How she made a movie for an online porno site. How she hitchhiked her way from Omaha to New York City, finally arriving in Greenwich Village after a thrilling and trying journey. The stories I have told you here.

After arriving in New York, she realized she needed to make some money, so she turned to what she knew, sleeping with guys in exchange for money, but she stayed away from the drugs and other problems that can drag someone down in that business, and enrolled in fashion school. She got an internship at a design house, and after that finished, held a couple jobs with different designers. All the while, she was making her own designs, at first selling them at outdoor markets and into small, independent shops, and then finally starting to get some decent orders. Just a year before the party she had set out on her own, investing all her savings and finding a few other investors who believed in her.

It was an amazing story, I was enthralled by it. From her beginnings to arrive at where she had in such a short amount of time really showed an amazing strength of character.

“So, are you seeing anyone,” Holly asked as she finished her story.

“No, I’ve only been in town for 4 months and haven’t really had much chance to get out and see people. Work keeps me pretty busy,” I said. “And you, are you single?”

Holly nodded. “Yes. My business takes up most of my time,” she said.

“So, you are single. I am single. Perhaps, you’d like to go out sometime?”

“I’d love it,” Holly replied.

“Listen, not to pry, but are you… I mean, do you still…” I asked, blushing. “I mean, have you had any surgery?”

“Well, I’ve had some surgeries, but I assume you are thinking about one specific one, and no, I haven’t had that one yet. It’s expensive and I’d need time to recover, both things that I can’t do right now because of my business. Once things get off the ground, then I will look at getting in, maybe in a few years. So, you still want that date?” Holly asked.

“You bet I do. I’m pretty open this weekend, if you’re available.”

Holly put her hand on my arm and said, “actually, I was thinking of something a little sooner. You want to get out of here?”

I nodded. “Sounds great. I know a perfect little place that has a nice bottle of white chilling, an available spot on a comfortable couch and a DJ who will play anything you want to hear. Best thing is that it’s right across the hall from here.”

Holly leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Why sir, are you suggesting that I would go to your apartment unescorted? That could damage my reputation.” She then laughed, grabbed me by the arm and said, “let’s go.”

We left Scott’s party and cross the hall to my apartment. Holly flipped through my CD collection as I got a couple of glasses and a bottle of wine from the fridge. I sat on the couch and opened the bottle. Holly put on a CD of soft jazz and joined me on the couch. We sipped the wine and Holly told me about her fashion design business.

I noticed that as Holly talked, she was massaging her neck. “Everything okay?” I asked.

“Yes, I’ve just been working hard and it’s a bit tense. My neck is just a little stiff.”

I put my hands on Holly’s shoulders and started rubbing her neck. “Oh, that feels really good,” she said. I could feel that her neck muscles were knotted and worked on them for a few minutes.

“I have a Jacuzzi tub in the bathroom. Why don’t you go have a soak? Then when you come out, I can give you a full massage,” I said. At first Holly said no, but eventually I convinced her. She went into the bathroom while I lit some candles in the bedroom and lay out a towel on the bed.

Holly was in the tub for about 20 minutes. She emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her body. She came into the bedroom.

I pointed to the bed. “Lie down on the bed. I’ll give you a massage.” Holly dropped the towel and lay on the table face-down. Before she lay down though, I got a good look at her body. Her body was more feminine than the one I had seen in Omaha. She had a nice pair of breasts, and her hips had more of a curve. Her soft cock was hair free.

I had some baby oil which I rubbed onto her back. I spent a good amount of time working on her neck. Soaking in the tub had released some of the tension, and my hands removed the rest. Once her neck was relaxed, I started moving down her back, working my hands deep into her muscles. I reached her buttocks, but only quickly ran my hands over them. Holly shivered at the touch of my hands on her ass, but I decided to make her wait. I moved down to her feet and started to massage them. I slowly worked my way up her legs.

Once I reached the top of her legs, I started to gently work on her buttocks and inner tights. Holly started to breath a little heavier. With my left hand, I started to massage her ass, running my index finger up and down the crack of her ass, applying a small amount of pressure on her asshole as I passed it. With my right hand, I reached between her legs and underneath her, and started to massage her balls and cock. She was already partially hard, and continued to grow as I rubbed her shaft.

Holly turned over and I moved up to kiss her. Our lips met. Her hands started moving over my body, pulling my clothes off. Once I was naked, we continued to kiss, our naked and hard cocks rubbing against each other.

Holly reached down and took both of our cocks in her hand, and started jerking them. There was a small amount of baby oil on her cock that got transferred to her hand and my dick. The two cocks, greasy with the baby oil, slid easily in her hand.

My hands explored Holly’s breasts. They were firm, and her nipples were long and hard. I ran my fingers around and over her nipples. Holly moaned with pleasure, and started jerking our cocks faster.

It was a very different experience than what we had shared 10 years previous in Omaha. Omaha was purely physical. That evening with Holly was passion, both physical and emotional. More than just my cock was into what was happening, my heart and my head were engaged as well.

Those feelings combined, physical and emotional, to a mind blowing orgasm. I quivered as my semen came flowing out of my cock. Holly’s orgasm quickly followed mine, her come splattering on our torsos and mixing with mine.

We lay back and kissed, recovering from the experience for a while before falling asleep.

Now, the rest of the story you should all be aware of – the dating, the courtship, the engagement, and now, today, the beautiful wedding. Some people may look at what I’ve said tonight and think to themselves that this isn’t a typical wedding speech, but I wanted you all to know how special this woman is. She has come through a lot, and I am privileged that she has agreed to allow me to continue with her on this journey as she grows.

So please, all raise your glasses and toast my beautiful bride, Mrs. Holly Hepburn.

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Falcon and Domino Ch. 09

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As Falcon looked down from an office rooftop that Friday evening, he heard gunshots coming from a nearby factory. When he arrived there, he found a security guard being held captive by two masked gunmen. Falcon crept up on the gunmen and knocked them out with a blow to the neck. The security guard ran into his office and phoned the police. Falcon was unaware of their accomplice approaching him from behind, with a cleaver in his raised arm. He was about to strike, when a foot lunged into his midriff, and as he fell, he was struck on his neck by a hand. Falcon turned around and saw the would-be assailant lying on the ground with the cleaver next to him.

Falcon made his way deeper into the factory where he saw the full extent of the robbery. He was then confronted by four men armed with pistols. Falcon withdrew his stungun, as he contemplated which one to shoot first. He knew the odds were against him getting all four, before one shot him. Then suddenly one of the robbers fell to the floor clutching his arm, and was soon followed by a second. The odds had now changed drastically in his favour.

The two remaining robbers looked past Falcon, and when he turned around, Falcon saw another figure. The newcomer was draped in a red cape, which blew back to reveal they were wearing a bright yellow latex bodysuit incorporating a hood. Falcon could see that the figure-hugging bodysuit revealed the newcomer to be a tall, athletic woman. She was also wearing red knee-high boots and a thin utility belt. She wasn’t wearing gloves, but wore a chunky red metal bracelet on each wrist.

One of the robbers raised his gun, but the woman aimed her right arm at him, and a dart shot from her bracelet, hitting him in the chest, and knocking him down. The last robber turned and ran away, leaving Falcon and the woman alone.

‘Who are you?’ he asked.

‘I’m Raven,’ she replied. ‘I figured you needed help.’ Before Falcon could reply, another robber appeared armed with a machine gun, and Falcon and Raven jumped behind a fork-lift truck. The robber approached them, and as he walked past a pile of crates, Raven raised her left arm and fired a dart from her bracelet. When the dart struck the crates, it exploded, sending the crates tumbling down on the robber.

Falcon and Raven were suddenly confronted by four more robbers, all holding pickaxes. Raven leaped forward and kicked the first man in the stomach, and as she landed, swivelled around and kicked the weapon from the second man’s hand, before kicking him under his chin. With two down, the next man lunged at Falcon, who wrestled his weapon from him and punched him in his face, knocking him out. The last man flung his pickaxe at Raven, who fired a dart from her right arm into his chest, and he fell to the ground.

‘He’ll live,’ she said. Suddenly the main doors opened and a SWAT team stormed into the factory. ‘Time to leave,’ she said, and ran towards the rear exit. Falcon ran after her and when they reached a safe distance in a nearby alley, they stopped to get their breath.

‘You said you’re Raven,’ said Falcon. ‘But I’ve never heard of you. And why didn’t you stop to talk to the police? You helped prevent an armed robbery’

‘I find it easier not to involve the police,’ she replied. ‘I’m here to help you. You were outnumbered back there.’

‘Thanks,’ he said.

‘I think we’d make a great team,’ she added.

‘Thanks again, but I work alone,’ he replied, before running off into the night.

Raven headed in the opposite direction and reached the rear of The Palace Hotel. Using a lever pick, she opened a staff door and made her way up a service stairwell to the sixth floor and entered room 66.

After running a bath, Raven removed her costume, and slid into the warm water. As she lay there, Rachel Benton reflected on her life. As a teenager, she had been a martial arts enthusiast – winning the State Junior Karate Championship at fourteen, and becoming taekwondo champion at fifteen. When she left college, Rachel joined her local police department on the West Coast, where she trained other officers in unarmed combat techniques.

Her life changed three years ago, when her partner Chris was shot and killed by a local drug dealer called Lemmy. In court Lemmy was acquitted as the prosecution couldn’t produce the murder weapon. As he walked away from the court, Rachel swore to avenge Chris. It was while surfing the Internet that she discovered a costumed crimefighter called Falcon, who was based on the East Coast. xslot

Using Falcon as her inspiration, Rachel designed her own distinctive costume, which would make her instantly recognisable. As well as being armed with her martial arts skills, she enlisted the help of her cousin, who worked in a hi-tech laboratory developing weapons for the military. He had designed a bracelet that fired small darts by using nerve impulses. Some darts carried an explosive tip, while others would cause temporary paralyses. The military had decided against using the weapon, enabling him to discreetly give her the bracelets.

The following week, Rachel donned her Raven costume and went to Lemmy’s business premises. After overpowering his henchmen, she confronted him in his office. At first he laughed at her and derided her costume, which made her angry. Raven lost her temper and lashed out with a karate kick that dislocated Lemmy’s knee. During the scuffle, he opened a hidden panel which revealed a gun and his crooked business records. Raven fired a dart to paralyse him, and when the police arrived, they found the gun to be the same one which killed Chris. Lemmy was re-tried and given a life sentence.

Rachel realised that Raven had been able to act in a way which Rachel never could. Raven could bend the law to catch criminals without being bound by red tape. From that day Rachel Benton had been a police detective by day, and costumed crimefighter Raven by night.

Rachel was currently on a two month secondment to assist the local police with combat training, and was staying in room 66 of The Palace Hotel. Three weeks ago, she had discovered the hotel was hosting a costumed superhero’s convention. As she had her costume with her, she decided to attend for her amusement. Then amongst all the fans in fancy dress, she spotted Falcon with a blonde woman. The woman had said something to him, to make him remove his mask in public.

She had also discovered him in embarrassing predicaments on two other occasions since, and knew he was in trouble. Rachel would be returning home in a few days, and was determined to help Falcon before she left.

The following morning, Dirk Peterson met his girlfriend Sadie for brunch at his favorite diner. Sadie told him that she had handed in her resignation to her employer, in preparation for her move back to the Midwest.

‘What did Mr Lansdown say?’ asked Dirk.

‘That he was sorry to lose me, but he wished me well. Although I know all he really cares about is getting his land cleared. I’m not surprised he offered Falcon a million dollar reward to help him.’

‘I wouldn’t be so sure,’ said Dirk. ‘I think Falcon’s just a fruitcake in a costume.’

‘I read in the papers that there’s a new mysterious crimefighter called Raven,’ she said. ‘What do you know about her? Is she Falcon’s new partner?’

‘No. I think she wants to help him, but Falcon works alone. She’s just an overzealous vigilante, albeit a very strong one.’ Sadie didn’t pursue this, and changed the subject.

‘Have you handed in your notice yet Dirk? I want you to come with me.’

‘Not yet,’ he replied, and could see the look of disappointment on her face. ‘But I will soon.’

After brunch, Dirk took Sadie home, and then drove to the suburbs. As he passed the neat houses with picket fences, he saw some families had even started erecting their Christmas lights in preparation for the festive season. He drove to Pilkington Lane and parked his car. He then checked his cell phone, to confirm that Domino had instructed him to go to number 1217 Pilkington Lane in plain clothes, at 2.00 pm to meet Charlotte.

As he walked up the front path, he admired the manicured lawn and shrubs. The door was opened by a woman with short blonde hair, and casually dressed in a sweater and jeans. ‘Hello, you must be Dirk,’ she said. ‘I’m Charlotte. Please come in.’ She led him into her lounge, where three other women were present. They were also wearing casual sweaters and jeans, and sipping from china teacups. ‘Our meeting’s running late, I’m afraid. But you’re welcome to join us,’ said Charlotte, as she poured Dirk a cup of tea from an ornate teapot, and offered him a cupcake. ‘OK ladies. Item 7 on the Pilkington Lane Ladies Social Group agenda- The Chinese New Year buffet in January.’

‘Soo Li will arrange this,’ said a dark-haired woman. ‘And I’ll arrange the trip to the home baking convention in February.’

‘Thank you Anna,’ said Charlotte, before turning xslot Giriş to a black woman. ‘What about you Prudence?’

‘I’ll plan the embroidery contest in March,’ Prudence replied.

‘I’ve enrolled us on the jam making course in February,’ said a blonde woman, in a bright pink sweater.

‘Thank you Sally,’ said Charlotte. The four women continued discussing their agenda for another twenty minutes, and Dirk found himself struggling to stay awake. Had Domino grown tired of humiliating him, and had resorted to punishing him through boredom? ‘That just brings us to the issue of club funding.’

‘I have an idea,’ said Prudence. ‘We could organise a yard sale to raise money. It’s something we did recently at my church, and we raised over eight hundred dollars.’

‘My church did something similar,’ said Anna,

‘Excellent,’ said Charlotte. ‘Then we’ll arrange a yard sale, to raise money for The Kandy Klub. That’s everything, so I hereby declare this meeting closed.’ She turned to face Dirk, who had now become alert. ‘What did you think of The Kandy Klub, Dirk?’

‘The Kandy Klub?’ he said, in a state of shock.

‘Yes,’ Charlotte replied. ‘You visited us last weekend. Don’t you remember? First you saw Anna, also known as Mistress Delite. Then you saw Mistress Imelda, who is Prudence.’ Prudence smiled and gave him a wave. ‘Then you saw Mistress Ruby, but Soo Li couldn’t be here today. And finally Sally, otherwise known as the shocking pink, and very naughty, Mistress Kandy.’

Dirk looked at Sally, and could see faint traces of pink dye still in her hair. He was stunned. Three of the mistresses who had casually written on the most private part of his anatomy, were now sitting with him drinking tea, and discussing baking conventions and embroidery contests.

‘Well done for winning the endurance contest last weekend,’ said Sally. ‘You’re the first slave of mine to do so,’ before offering him a tray. ‘Would you like a cupcake?’

‘Er. Yes, thank you,’ he replied.

‘I can give you my recipe if you like,’ Sally added. Dirk couldn’t comprehend that a woman who had jerked him off was making small talk about cupcakes. ‘You must excuse us, as we have to go now. It’s been nice meeting you Dirk.’ Moments later, Sally, Prudence and Anna left, leaving Dirk alone with Charlotte.

‘I’m sorry our meeting over-ran,’ said Charlotte. ‘The Pilkington Lane Ladies Social Group are usually very punctual. Anyway, we can start the session now.’

‘Session?’

‘Yes. You won the endurance contest last weekend, despite Sally’s best efforts. Tradition states that the winner has a session with Mistress Lashes, which is me of course. Di explained about your medical conditional, and that you had to leave The Kandy Klub to take urgent medication. But you’re here now, and we can have the session today. I’ve got my own dungeon here.’

‘You really don’t have to do this,’ Dirk pleaded.

‘Of course I do. Di would hate it if I didn’t honour The Kandy Klub tradition. Let me tell you the rules. My dungeon is in the basement and everything is hygienically cleaned to the highest standard. Our session will be purely role play, and you must address me as “Mistress”, and I will call you “Slave”. As this is your first time, I will be gentle will you, but if it becomes too much, you must use the safe word which is “Paris”. Finally, I do not offer any sexual services. I’m a dominatrix, not a prostitute. If you feel you’re about to orgasm, you must say the safe word immediately. I keep a clean dungeon and no slave has ever ejaculated in it. It must be enjoyable for both of us, but it’s only role play and nothing more.’

Charlotte led Dirk into the basement and a room with red painted walls and gothic style lights. There were various pieces of furniture scattered around, and a selection of whips and other accessories hung on the wall.

‘I’ll go and get changed,’ said Charlotte. ‘While I’m gone, I want you to undress and kneel against the wall.’ Charlotte left and as Dirk stood alone, he tried to comprehend his situation. Domino was obviously using Charlotte to humiliate him further. He suspected Charlotte had no idea who Domino really was, or that he was Falcon. He knew he had to comply with her instructions and play along. He undressed and a few minutes later, heard the sound of footsteps and knew Charlotte had returned – in her persona of Mistress Lashes.

‘Stand up and turn around slave,’ she said. Dirk stood up and saw that Mistress xslot Güncel Giriş Lashes was wearing a black leather body, with opaque tights and stiletto shoes. Her outfit revealed her curvaceous figure, and large breasts. She attached a leather collar around his neck and led him to a padded table, where she instructed him to lie face up, before restraining his wrists and ankles. She attached two clamps to his nipples, which caused him to cry out in pain. Mistress Lashes ignored Dirk’s cry and then he remembered the safe word.

‘Paris,’ he yelled, and when she looked at him, he said. ‘Please remove them Mistress.’ She instantly removed the nipple clamps, not wanting to cause him any undue pain. She then placed a blindfold over his eyes, and started stroking his nipples with a feather tickler. She moved the tickler up to his chin before bringing it down to his stomach.

‘Do you prefer that slave?’ she asked ‘Then you’ll enjoy this,’ as she moved the tickler to his cock and started to tease it. As Dirk felt the gentle strokes of the feathers, he felt himself becoming erect. Mistress Lashes removed his blindfold, and placed an electro stimulation unit beside him, before attaching two of the rings to his cock. She turned the unit on, and Dirk felt the electrical pulse running through his shaft. She gradually increased the power, and after several minutes she had him groaning in ecstasy. She then disconnected the unit and released his restraints.

Mistress Lashes ordered him to kneel before her and kiss her shoes. When he finished, she led him onto a whipping bench, and restrained his wrists and ankles. With his head facing the wall, Dirk could only look between his legs, where he saw her shoes and slender ankles standing behind him.

‘Prepare to be spanked slave,’ she said, as she struck his ass lightly with a paddle. Mistress Lashes continued spanking him, increasing her force, but without causing him any real pain. When she stopped, Dirk heard her footsteps walk away and then return. He looked through his legs and saw her shoes behind him, as she started spanking him lightly with a whip. Once again, she increased the force of her lashes without inflicting any significant pain. After a few minutes, she stopped and Dirk heard her walk away and her footsteps disappeared.

As he lay on the whipping bench, Dirk was aware of the eerie silence in the dungeon. Several minutes passed and then he heard the sound of footsteps approaching. When he looked through his legs, he saw a pair of black stiletto boots standing behind him. ‘I thought you’d forgotten me,’ he said.

He felt a hand touch his balls and then gently caress them. He quickly became erect, and sighed with pleasure. Then slender fingers were wrapped around his cock, and slowly started to stimulate him. ‘Shouldn’t you use your electric device to do that?’ he said. When there was no reply, he looked behind again, but could only see the boots, as the angle prevented him from seeing anything higher. The hand continued to stimulate him, and he could now feel his body shuddering as he realised he was reaching an orgasm.

‘Paris!’ he shouted, but the hand’s pace increased frantically. ‘Paris, Stop please, Paris!’ he called, but to no avail. He felt his body go into spasm, and knew he couldn’t contain himself any longer. Dirk cried out as he came, and the hand continued to milk him until the very last drop had been pumped out of his cock.

As Dirk lay there unable to speak, he felt his flaccid cock being wiped clean with a towel, before the footsteps walked away, and he knew he was alone again. Several minutes passed, before the footsteps returned and his restraints were released. When he stood up, he saw Mistress Lashes standing before him. She was wearing the same black shoes.

‘The session is now over slave,’ she said, and left the dungeon. Dirk quickly got dressed, and when he went upstairs, found Charlotte had changed back into her regular clothes. ‘Did you enjoy the session Dirk?’ she asked.

‘Er, yes. Thank you,’ he stuttered.

‘I would offer you more tea and cakes, but I have to go somewhere soon. I hope you don’t mind.’

‘Not at all,’ he replied, and left the house.

When he reached his car, Dirk looked over at her house and tried to make sense of what had happened. Charlotte, in her persona as Mistress Lashes, had left the dungeon wearing shoes. Minutes later someone had entered wearing boots, and had jerked him off. One explanation was that Charlotte had changed her footwear and returned to silently milk him. Another possibility was that a second person had entered – almost certainly Domino. Dirk knew that there was also a third possibility. That Charlotte, the cupcake baking, suburban dominatrix, was really Falcon’s nemesis Domino.

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The Out-Of-Town Date

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It had been a long week, I was tired. Walking into my new house, all I wanted to do was relax all weekend. I flipped on the television. Turning to mix a drink, I noticed I had two messages on my answering machine. The first one was from my brother in New York. I erased it thinking I would call him later. The second one was from, Dave an acquaintance that I used to work with. I had not heard from him in a while. I was curious of what he wanted.

I dialed Dave’s number. After he answered, I said,

“Hello this is Mike. You said you needed a favor?

“Yeah my cousin, Jo just moved down here. She wanted to know if I’d fix her up with someone.”

I was curious why he called me it had been a while since we worked together, and several years since I had seen him. After a long silence I said,

“Maybe I can tomorrow.”

Sounding disappointed, he said,

“She was kind of thinking about tonight. I know it’s kind of late notice, but I tried to call you earlier.”

“I had to work late or I would have been home a couple of hours ago. I’ll tell you what find out if she’s had dinner and maybe we can get a bite and catch a late movie.”

He said he would call me in a few minutes. I took a sip of my drink and thought about what I was getting into. I had not been on a date since my divorce a couple of years ago. I had really put a lot of time into work. The idea of going out with someone sounded nice. A few minutes later he called and gave me her phone number and address. I called her and left for her apartment.

Pulling into her apartment complex parking lot, I hurried to apartment 29. I was surprised and pleased when she answered the door. She had long brown hair. She was tall, I guessed six foot. Looking up she was probably four inches taller than me. Being broad at the shoulders and hips, I thought she was beautiful. She invited me in. Walking passed her; I noticed her large round breasts. Her mini skirt accentuated her long legs.

We sat in her living room discussing restaurants and movies. After a half an hour of getting to know each other we left to get some dinner. As we walked to my car, I caught myself thinking she is kind of masculine.

At 33, I had not been on a date in three years. After my divorce, I put my whole life in my work. We drove to the restaurant talking all the way. Getting out of the car, I again started to wonder. She seemed a little too masculine. We had a nice dinner and enjoyed a nice movie. Walking from the mall after the movie, we stopped in the parking lot. We kissed.

I stayed at her apartment for a couple of hours. We kissed, hugged, and got to know each other. I wanted more, but I knew she was hesitant. I didn’t pressure xslot her; after all it was our first date. When I left I wondered if there was another reason she was hesitant. On the way home I thought about her a lot.

Between her having some masculine mannerisms and her being hesitant to get close my suspicions grew. I was curious if she could be something different then what she was. After my divorce, I had some bisexual fantasies. I even rented some bisexual tapes; one even had several she males in it. Maybe it was just my imagination, but she seemed different.

The next time we went out, she drove to my place. We went out to a casual dinner and played some mini golf. After a fun round of golf we went back to my place to watch some television. Sitting on the couch while watching television we started kissing. Leaning back, she took off her top. I caressed, sucked and licked her beautiful breasts. Slowly she unbuckled my belt. Raising my hips she pulled my jeans down. Lifting my legs she pulled my pants off.

She took my seven inch cock in her hands. Slowly she opened her mouth. Moving down, she started to give me a blow job. Her lips felt nice as she went up and down. She played with my balls as she sucked me. Slowly she slid her mouth off my cock. Sticking her tongue out she licked the sensitive underside of my cock, it felt nice. She went back to sucking my cock. After sucking me again, deeper longer, she went lower and licked and sucked my balls. Sucking me again, she sensed I was close to cuming. She started jacking me off while continuing to suck my cock. I started to worn her,

“I’m cuming!”

She kept on sucking my cock. I shot my cum down her throat. She kept at it until I was clean, swallowing every drop. I turned her over hoping to return the favor. As I reached for her slacks, she stopped me. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to lick her pussy, or whatever was there. I was excited to continue, but she stood up. After mumbling something she said,

“I have to go.”

I tried to stop her, but she was heading for the door before I could get my pants on. The next couple of days I knew my suspicions were correct. I had gotten to know her and I liked what I found. I called her a couple of times, but just got her answering machine. When she finally answered we agreed to meet for lunch. I told her about my suspicions. I also told her I was okay with it. I told her about my bisexual fantasies. We had a long talk and agreed to go out again.

The next time we went out, I picked her up at noon. We drove to Daytona Beach. It was a warm day for late November. We enjoyed walking on the beach and wading in the water. Towards early evening we started back for Orlando. xslot Giriş After a stop for some take out at a Chinese restaurant, we went back to her apartment. After cleaning up the leftovers, she took my hand and led me to the couch. We relaxed with an Orlando Magic basketball game on television.

She leaned towards me. We kissed. It was a long passionate kiss. Reaching under her shirt, I started to feel her bare breast. I moved from one to the other. After we kissed again, she got up. Motioning for me to follow, we went into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed we kissed again.

Breaking the kiss, she said,

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

Pulling her t-shirt over her head, I answered,

“Yeah are you sure you’re ready?”

Without saying a word she laid on the bed. I took off my blue jean shorts and laid next to her. Moving close for another kiss, I put my arms around her naked shoulders. I moved down to suck on her round breasts. I rubbed and played with the nipples. After sucking and licking both her beautiful breasts, she reached for my underwear waist band. Sliding my underwear off, she freed my hard cock.

Reaching her hand to my balls, she moved her head to the tip of my cock. Opening her mouth, she started sucking my cock. Sucking harder and deeper, I was enjoying her every move. As much as I was enjoying it, I stopped her. I didn’t want to be the only on naked. When I moved to undo her blue jeans, she said with hesitation,

“Are you sure you want to go there?”

Undoing the snap, I answered,

“Yes.”

She raised her hips to help me. As we slid her pants down, I watched her thin lacy underwear looking for a cock. She rolled over with her butt near my chin, I pulled her panties down. All in one motion she turned and moved to the other side of the bed. Before I knew what was going on her thick eight inch cock was at my nose and we were in a position to sixty nine. Her skin was so smooth and soft it was odd to see a cock between her legs.

I opened my mouth and slowly slid the large mushroomed head between my lips. It was the first cock I’d ever sucked. I loved the fragrance. The texture of her cock on my lips and tongue was exciting. I took her deep in my mouth sucking deep and hard just like I’d fantasized. I stopped long enough to enjoy the feeling of her mouth on my cock.

After enjoying her mouth and lips, I started to suck her cock some more. While sliding her cock in and out of my mouth faster and faster, I started playing with her balls. Not being experienced, I didn’t realize she was close to cumming. She shot a load of sperm in my mouth then another shot. There was so much it dribbled down xslot Güncel Giriş my chin on my beard. I heard her moan. Between her moaning and her sucking my cock, I started cumming. She sucked me dry.

She turned around to join me. We kissed a deep passionate kiss. Breaking the kiss, we both laid on our backs and relaxed. Looking down her body I was turned on by her hair less cock. The next twenty minutes or so we walked around her apartment naked. After pouring a couple of glasses of wine, I turned to put the wine in the refrigerator. She leaned in to hug me as I stood up. As her arms came around my chest I felt her cock touching my butt cheeks. My mind started to swirl. I’d never had anything in my ass before and I wasn’t sure I was ready to start then. At the same time, it was exciting. We stood there for a minute enjoying the touch.

Breaking the hug we went into her bedroom. Motioning for me to get on my back, she said,

“Trust me, but if it hurts too much stop me.”

I shook my head and watched her move towards my mid section. She started licking my balls and playing with my cock. Slowly she moved a long finger to my ass. Slowly sliding it in my tight hole, she kept licking my balls sometimes moving to my ass. Between her moving her finger in and out and her adding saliva, I was getting more and more turned on.

After loosening me up with her finger she moved me on my back. Positioning her cock at my tight opening, she slowly entered my virgin ass.

“Stop me if it hurts or you don’t like it.”

I just groaned and pushed towards her. She pushed harder. After the first bit of pain, I was getting used to being filled up. I was even enjoying it. She started moving faster deeper, harder. I was meeting her every thrusts. Oh it was a different feeling; my thighs were starting to tingle. We were both moaning. A couple of more hard thrust and she pulled out, shooting a stream of cum on my stomach. Lying down next to my sweaty thigh, we were both breathing hard.

She reached for my cock. Playing with it then sucking it. She was sucking faster and deeper, while playing with my balls. In no time I was cumming. Lying there in our sex juices and sweat, we both enjoyed the moment. After a few minutes to catch our breath, we finished our wine and took a shower together.

Getting out of the shower, I asked

“Does Dave know that you have a cock?”

“Yes, we grew up together. It was a little awkward when I told him I wanted to move down here and live as a girl.”

It was like a light bulb went on in my head, I said with an expression of surprise,

“That’s why he called me. He could not set you up with someone who is still a friend or a co worker.”

Jo started to grin. Breaking the grin she said,

“Yeah I’d been down here two months before he called you.”

We finished drying off from our shower. After putting our wine glasses away, we went to bed.

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Brianna sobbed into the dewy green grass. She hated her mother, her father and her powerful Uncle Angus. They all plotted to ruin her life and not care at all for her feelings. Damn them! She hated them all. She rubbed her eyes and a thought came to her suddenly. She would visit old Father John in the small chapel that lay upon her family’s lands. He would know what to do.

Brianna brushed off her the grass from her skirt and raced along to the old chapel. Brianna smiled as she saw Father John sweeping the stone steps of the small chapel. He was in his mid 50s she surmised with a balding head, a protruding belly and no more than 2 to 3 inches taller than herself.

“Father John!” Brianna’s voice rang out.

“My child. What brings you to us on this pleasant day?”

“I must talk with ye,” she told the older man earnestly.

“Of course, my child.” Father John led her into the cool stone chapel. He watched her settle down in front of him.

Brianna Mc Hugh was a beauty. The youngest daughter of the overlord of the keep of Maidenhead town, she was lovely in the extreme. At 5 feet 3 inches tall, she was slender and slim with her breasts barely showing at all. Since she was but 18 years old, she had not matured with any hips and buttocks, which most men admired. What was most promising and breathtaking was the famous Mc Hugh hair and eyes. All the Mc Hugh women were instantly recognized by their fire bright hair and sky-blue eyes which her sisters and mother had inherited as well.

Father John straightened his monk’s habit as she settled herself. He himself preferred her slim almost boyish frame. He enjoyed being the leading religious figure in the small town of Maidenhead. It kept him close to the families of the town and in particular the young boys and girls of the town. He enjoyed seeing the young boys squirm as he plunged inside their tight asses for the first time and nothing made his cock harder than the sight of a young girl’s virgin blood on it.

Usually it was the dairymaids, blacksmith’s sons, and other lower classes that we the recipient of his attentions. But every once in awhile, an upper class girl would come his way and he would willingly abuse his position to have the sweet taste of the young thing.

“Tell Father John all, my child. I am here to help ye.” He told her soothingly as she pushed back her cloak to settle into her tale.

“Aye, Father.” Her small little titties puckered forth from the cold air in the stone chapel. His cock seemed to bounce forth and he guided his hands over its thickness xslot to hide the movement.

“It is just simply this, Father. My mother and father mean me to marry Herbert Fiztsimmons!” Brianna’s small red mouth stayed open as she said the last word.

Father John almost smiled at her. Herbert Fitzsimmons would enjoy the little redhead indeed. A lusty man it was said he had killed his last wife with his attentions in the marital bed.

“And my child? What is the problem?” He patted her hand lovingly.

“Father John! I am only eighteen years old and Herbert will be 46 years old at Michaelmas!!! He has a son one year older than me!” Brianna wailed to the penitent man.

“My child, your parents have determined ye will marry Herbert. Ye must marry.”

Brianna shook her curls fiercely. “I won’t.” The normally quiet and obedient girl became defiant.

Father John’s eyes narrowed and her grabbed her slim arm in his hand. “Come with me, girl.” He led her deeper into the chapel and down a long corridor. Her cloak flapped behind her as he pulled her into a darkly lit room.

Father John pushed her into the room and locked the door behind him.

“You must be made to see reason, my girl.” He advanced upon the young girl slowly.

Brianna looked down at her feet. “I don’t mean to be ungrateful, Father John. But I don’t love Herbert.”

“Bah!” Cried Father John. “Love! A silly romantic word made to pass the time and make dreary life seem more idyllic.”

Father John’s room was sparsely filled with a small bed with a mattress filled with straw, a roughly hewn table with two chairs and a smaller table with a basin and pitcher.

Father John sat upon the bed and gestured to Brianna.

“Come here my child.”

Brianna came to stand before him.

“Kneel before me child.”

“Must I?”

“Yes, my child. You must be made to see that this path your parents have chosen for you is the right one. As the figure of the church, I will guide you for your parents to make you see.”

Brianna’s eyes remained downcast as she kneeled before the older man.

“Across my knees, my child. Lie across.” Brianna was an obedient girl and did as she was told.

“I do this for your virtue, girl. You must see this.”

“Yes, Father John. I want to be a virtuous girl.”

Father John smiled. “Of course you do. And I will help you see the error of your ways.”

He lifted up her skirts until her small, firm bottom was at his gaze. Her tiny globes tempted and teased him and he firmly xslot Giriş pushed the skirts aside.

He spanked her once harshly his liver-spotted hand coming to rest on her warm bottom.

SLAP! He spanked her again leaving a red welt.

“My child, will you marry Herbert Fitzsimmons?”

“No. Never.” She replied to his question.

SPANK! His hand came down upon her small globes again and as she bounced back he saw her small little slit open to his gaze.

“Please Father John. I am a good girl. I have always obeyed my parents. Ye know I have.” Sobbed the lovely Brianna.

“My child, I know. Ye are a good girl.”

She nodded her head at this.

“I want to teach you to be a good wife also.” Father John continued as he pushed the young thing into a kneeling position before his spread legs.

“I want to be a good wife – just not to Herbert – “

“Shhh.” Father John told her harshly. “No more of that.”

Brianna’s eyes downcast again as he rebuked her.

He moved his brown robe up until it rested around his waist.

“You must learn to please your husband. Fitzsimmons is a lusty man and will be a lusty husband, my girl.”

“Yes Father John.”

“You must learn to take his staff into your body and mouth and please him well.”

“Yes Father John.”

“I want you to practice on me, my child.”

“But Father –Father –“

“I’m the figurehead of the church, my girl. God approves of this.”

Father John’s great staff was a large eight-inch cock that was throbbing and ready for the little girl’s attention.

“Take it into your mouth, child. As if you would a piece of candy. Suck on it slowly and use your tongue.”

“Yes Father John.” The young Brianna took the large cock into her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of the cock and then down further still.

Father John bucked his hips as the young girl teased and tormented his cock.

“Yes, my child. Yes.” He murmured as his hand touched the firelight hair and he urged her on. She was almost a natural at this – this young little thing he had before him.

Brianna felt her body growing warm and hot as she took the old man’s cock into her mouth. She wanted to be a good wife. Maybe Herbert would treat her well.

“Oh my child. You are so lovely.” Father John moved himself away from her.

Brianna’s eyes flashed downward as Father John spoke to her.

“You are so obedient. You will make a fine wife.” He patted her head.

“Thank you Father John.”

“You are a virgin, xslot Güncel Giriş are you not, my child?” Father John spoke harshly to the young girl.

Brianna flashed him a hurt look. “Of course, Father.”

Father John looked long at her pert, small breasts and rosebud mouth.

“And Colin? The blacksmith’s son?? The one that follows you about as if you were a bitch in heat??!!!” He almost yelled at her.

Brianna almost cried out, “Nay! Never! He is a friend!”

Father John stood up abruptly and flung the young thing down upon the bed.

“A friend!? I must ascertain whether indeed you are or are not a virgin!?” He knew she was a virgin. Colin had followed her around enough but as a blacksmith’s son he would never have been allowed beyond that.

Father John lifted up the young Brianna’s skirts, pushed apart her slim legs and in one quick movement with no words, caresses or kisses thrust his hard cock inside her tight, hot pussy.

“AH!” Brianna cried as her tears spilled over onto her cheeks. Father John rocked his hips against hers roughly and crudely moved her legs to rest around his waist.

“Hold still, girl.” He told her forcefully as he grunted and pushed inside the tight little pussy that was almost heavenly and then he expired inside her shooting all the cream into the little girl’s cunt.

“Fa-father John.” Brianna cried as he hips bucked against him.

Father John pulled himself out of her and smiled as he saw the virgin’s blood dotting his cock.

“Nevermind my dear. Tis but a whore’s trick. On your wedding night, a chicken’s bladder, an artful cry and your husband will never be the wiser.”

Brianna pushed her skirts down. “Yes, Father.”

“Now, I expect to hear no more of this nonsense.”

Brianna’s blue eyes looked downcast as she murmured, “Aye, Father.”

“Your mother, the lovely Morianna, was the same way with her marriage. She loathed to wed your father, but as it happens, I had to show her the correct way of being a wife also.” He chuckled and stroked his cock at the thought.

“Aye, but she was a lovely little piece. I stabbed her too and stained myself with her virgin’s blood and off she went to marry yer father. Alas, I lose them all in the end.” He looked sadly at the young Brianna.

“Now, up you go, no more talk of this and that. And I’ll wed you and Herbert before Michaelmas.” He escorted her out of the room and back into the chapel.

Brianna looked lovely in her wedding dress as she took her vows to love, honor and obey Herbert Fitzsimmons. Herbert Fitzsimmons grinned throughout the wedding not wanting to wait any longer to get his cock wrapped around the little girl’s cunt. Brianna smiled at Herbert not realizing that she was 2 months pregnant with Father John’s baby.

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The Real Fantasy – “Two” to Tango

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Stepmother” I said meekly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

With each passing minute I hated Sara more and more.

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

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

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

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

“Yes”, I couldn’t look into her eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Saree Bet Ch. 01

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* Betturkey * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I looked up at Saloni. She looked amused.

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

I blushed red.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

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

To be continued…

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Fifty Shades of Gay

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Transformation Device Ch. 01

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

Chapter 1.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Carl feels sicker as he watches Dr. Sanderson leave.

* * *

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Coffee please.”

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

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

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

Mr. Walsh shakes his head. “No.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How much?” Mr. Walsh asked.

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

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

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

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

* * *

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

“Hey Sissy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ok.” Sara Replied.

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

* * *

2 days Later:

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

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

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

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

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

So Carl is the spy.

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

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

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

* * *

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

“What’s wrong?” Carl asked nervously.

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

“What?” Carl interrupted sounding scared.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Right doing that, what else?”

The words changed. “Command 678.”

Carl read back the command.

“Ok, done.” Dr. Sanderson called.

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

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

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

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

“Fuck you, let me out.”

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

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

“Hair?” Carl asked confused.

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

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

Still dazed, he answered. “This morning.”

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Finding a Lost Puppy Ch. 17

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Master.” Sarah stated.

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

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

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

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

“Yes Sir!” They chorused again.

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

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