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Jim had known growing up that he enjoyed bi-sexuality. But he had never found a man attractive the way women were to him. For example, he never found himself wanting to kiss a man, but he liked holding a hard cock as much as he enjoyed touching a wet pussy. He really enjoyed sucking a dick as much as he loved licking a hot hard clit.

After moving to a new city, lonely and horny became two conditions he would do almost anything to change. That’s when he found himself perusing the “personal services” section of a local “semi-underground” newspaper, looking for a pro to help him out. Thing was, there were only a couple women who looked appealing, but they wanted more than he could go. Looking deeper into the paper he saw many listings for Transsexuals. He saw three that were so feminine, cute, and reasonable, that not only did he want to call them all; he immediately popped a huge woody.

Jasmine was a stunning redhead, with gorgeous long hair, big brown eyes, full red lips, and incredible curves. “Her” ad said she was available for sensuous massage! The second sexy tranny, Michele, was a blonde bombshell. Jim couldn’t even believe she was a man underneath. Fist off, she was licking her lips in the picture, and looked like she was having an orgasm as her portrait was taken. Secondly, she was even better endowed than Jasmine appeared. He started rubbing his swollen cock through his jeans and hurried on to the last ad that had caught his eye.

Portia looked like the sexiest Latina babe he had ever seen. She didn’t even mention massage in her ad. Portia was a Transsexual Dominatrix. OMG, thought Jim. Two of his biggest fantasies might be played out in real life if “she” was for real. He had been experimenting with bondage and discipline scenarios for a few years, often tying his cock and balls and feverishly fingering his own asshole as he talked to a phone-sex dom. But they had all been female, and none of them had been available in person. Just thinking about this had him on the verge istanbul escort of an orgasm, so he pulled off his jeans and shirt, and began stroking his rock-hard member in earnest, while alternately pinching his nipples and playing with his cherry asshole. He loved playing with his butt, feeling his muscles tighten down on his finger as he reached for his prostate. All this was too much for him and he came, hard, his juice covering his chest, and spilling onto the newspaper photo of Portia in front of him.

Jim’s bi-sexual experience had been limited to mutual masturbation and some cock sucking with his friends. But what he really wanted was to feel a hard, hot, live cock deep inside, feel it filling him up, throbbing and banging against his prostate. And now it looked like he could have a dream come true. Without even cleaning himself off, he dialed Portia’s number, and hoped her voice would match her feminine looks. It did!

Portia was available that very night. She made the arrangements for their appointment, and then became the powerful, stern domina Jim craved. She demanded that he clean himself properly, cleansing his colon, shaving his entire body below his neck, and that he show up naked underneath a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. Jim followed her directions perfectly, hoping to please Portia, and hoping she’d live up to his fantasies. He could barely keep from coming again as he shaved his cock and balls and ass. Showering, he dared not touch his penis, but he found his fingers playing with his ass again, this time two fingers went in as he massaged his sphincter muscle, and stretched himself as much as he dared, trying to reach his prostate just a little. But now it was time, so he dried and dressed as Portia had demanded. Shivering with excitement and a bit of fear, he grabbed his keys and jumped into his car for the lengthy drive, fearful that he’d disappoint his new Mistress if he were late.

He started getting afraid as he drove down the freeway. Escort Anadolu Yakası Portia’s house was in the semi-notorious “gay” part of town, far away from his new apartment in the suburbs, so he had plenty of time to think. What if she had used somebody else’s picture and really looked much more like the male she really was? What I if it was a scam, and he was going to be ripped off? No, he told himself. He had talked to her on the phone and nobody could have such a feminine, sexy voice unless she was truly into her transsexual lifestyle. But what if the domination and bondage were too much for him? How would he handle that?

As the miles swept by his thoughts mercifully shifted back to his fantasy. He couldn’t believe this was really going to happen. His cock was semi-erect the last half of the 30 mile drive, as his mind drifted through vignettes of a hard-dick in his mouth as his ass was whipped by a cat-o-nine tails. Then he saw himself lying on his back with a gorgeous Latina babe, dressed in red PVC, looking down at him, his legs pinned back behind his head, fucking his ass like he was the girl, as if his ass was a pussy, pounding her throbbing 7 inch dick against his prostate as if it was a G-spot, grasping his erection, mercilessly jerking him towards a screaming orgasm. Then…he realized that he had missed his exit.

He sped up, and whipped a U–turn at the next exit, and made it back to the correct exit with minutes to spare. Driving like a crazed maniac, he pulled into Portia’s driveway, with two minutes to spare. He’d made it. His heart was in his throat as he stepped out of his car and walked shakily to the stately portico. He thought he might pass out, his breath coming in short gasps, feeling his racing pulse as he reached for the knocker. Gingerly he touched the huge brass lion’s-head knocker, lifted it, and down it came, “Crack…crack, crack, crack!” There was no turning back now.

He breathed as deeply as he could, trying to slow Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort his pulse, and relax before the Dominatrix opened her door. And there she was—exactly like her picture, but no smile. In fact, she looked angry, and curtly said, “You’re late!” He glanced at his watch, and Portia was right. He was 30 seconds late! His heart sank as his cock deflated. Oh no, he thought, what would his punishment be?

Before he could guess the answer to that question, Portia’s deep, but feminine voice interrupted his reverie, “Get in here, and strip, boy.” He stepped into what looked like an ordinary woman’s living room, whipped off his shirt, stepped out of his sandals and dropped his shorts, exposing his hairless body, and immediately became completely erect, despite his fear, despite his racing heart, and shaking limbs.

Standing before him, Portia had transformed. Apparently, she had been in full Dominatrix costume beneath her robe, revealing her incredibly feminine beauty, and obvious physical prowess. Obediently averting his gaze, he looked down at the floor and directly at the sexiest pair of feet he’d ever seen. Her stilettos were miles high, with shiny black leather and diminutive brushed stainless buckles holding firm the intricate network of slender leather thong laces wrapping delicately, yet snugly around her ankles, calves, over her small knees, tight across her sculpted thighs to meld into her leather thong, amazingly continuing without break around her taut torso up under her pert breasts, exposing them enticingly and lifting them high, and up over her collarbones, and the strong curve of her shoulders to gracefully wrap at last three times round her fine neck.

No sign of a penis could be detected as Jim stared open-mouthed. His brazen impertinence was met with swift reprisal as Portia gave her new boy his well-deserved comeuppance. He heard rather than saw the whistle of the crop as Mistress delivered Jim’s first lesson. The blow landed deftly bang-on the very tip of his swollen cock-head. Jim felt the breath leave his body as he involuntarily dropped to his knees in pain, tears dripping on his thighs. Seconds later he felt her lips on his neck, as she easily lifted him right to his feet, bent down at her knees, and sucked his pain into her warm, willing mouth.

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Jim had known growing up that he enjoyed bi-sexuality. But he had never found a man attractive the way women were to him. For example, he never found himself wanting to kiss a man, but he liked holding a hard cock as much as he enjoyed touching a wet pussy. He really enjoyed sucking a dick as much as he loved licking a hot hard clit.

After moving to a new city, lonely and horny became two conditions he would do almost anything to change. That’s when he found himself perusing the “personal services” section of a local “semi-underground” newspaper, looking for a pro to help him out. Thing was, there were only a couple women who looked appealing, but they wanted more than he could go. Looking deeper into the paper he saw many listings for Transsexuals. He saw three that were so feminine, cute, and reasonable, that not only did he want to call them all; he immediately popped a huge woody.

Jasmine was a stunning redhead, with gorgeous long hair, big brown eyes, full red lips, and incredible curves. “Her” ad said she was available for sensuous massage! The second sexy tranny, Michele, was a blonde bombshell. Jim couldn’t even believe she was a man underneath. Fist off, she was licking her lips in the picture, and looked like she was having an orgasm as her portrait was taken. Secondly, she was even better endowed than Jasmine appeared. He started rubbing his swollen cock through his jeans and hurried on to the last ad that had caught his eye.

Portia looked like the sexiest Latina babe he had ever seen. She didn’t even mention massage in her ad. Portia was a Transsexual Dominatrix. OMG, thought Jim. Two of his biggest fantasies might be played out in real life if “she” was for real. He had been experimenting with bondage and discipline scenarios for a few years, often tying his cock and balls and feverishly fingering his own asshole as he talked to a phone-sex dom. But they had all been female, and none of them had been available in person. Just thinking about this had him on the verge istanbul escort of an orgasm, so he pulled off his jeans and shirt, and began stroking his rock-hard member in earnest, while alternately pinching his nipples and playing with his cherry asshole. He loved playing with his butt, feeling his muscles tighten down on his finger as he reached for his prostate. All this was too much for him and he came, hard, his juice covering his chest, and spilling onto the newspaper photo of Portia in front of him.

Jim’s bi-sexual experience had been limited to mutual masturbation and some cock sucking with his friends. But what he really wanted was to feel a hard, hot, live cock deep inside, feel it filling him up, throbbing and banging against his prostate. And now it looked like he could have a dream come true. Without even cleaning himself off, he dialed Portia’s number, and hoped her voice would match her feminine looks. It did!

Portia was available that very night. She made the arrangements for their appointment, and then became the powerful, stern domina Jim craved. She demanded that he clean himself properly, cleansing his colon, shaving his entire body below his neck, and that he show up naked underneath a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt. Jim followed her directions perfectly, hoping to please Portia, and hoping she’d live up to his fantasies. He could barely keep from coming again as he shaved his cock and balls and ass. Showering, he dared not touch his penis, but he found his fingers playing with his ass again, this time two fingers went in as he massaged his sphincter muscle, and stretched himself as much as he dared, trying to reach his prostate just a little. But now it was time, so he dried and dressed as Portia had demanded. Shivering with excitement and a bit of fear, he grabbed his keys and jumped into his car for the lengthy drive, fearful that he’d disappoint his new Mistress if he were late.

He started getting afraid as he drove down the freeway. Escort Anadolu Yakası Portia’s house was in the semi-notorious “gay” part of town, far away from his new apartment in the suburbs, so he had plenty of time to think. What if she had used somebody else’s picture and really looked much more like the male she really was? What I if it was a scam, and he was going to be ripped off? No, he told himself. He had talked to her on the phone and nobody could have such a feminine, sexy voice unless she was truly into her transsexual lifestyle. But what if the domination and bondage were too much for him? How would he handle that?

As the miles swept by his thoughts mercifully shifted back to his fantasy. He couldn’t believe this was really going to happen. His cock was semi-erect the last half of the 30 mile drive, as his mind drifted through vignettes of a hard-dick in his mouth as his ass was whipped by a cat-o-nine tails. Then he saw himself lying on his back with a gorgeous Latina babe, dressed in red PVC, looking down at him, his legs pinned back behind his head, fucking his ass like he was the girl, as if his ass was a pussy, pounding her throbbing 7 inch dick against his prostate as if it was a G-spot, grasping his erection, mercilessly jerking him towards a screaming orgasm. Then…he realized that he had missed his exit.

He sped up, and whipped a U–turn at the next exit, and made it back to the correct exit with minutes to spare. Driving like a crazed maniac, he pulled into Portia’s driveway, with two minutes to spare. He’d made it. His heart was in his throat as he stepped out of his car and walked shakily to the stately portico. He thought he might pass out, his breath coming in short gasps, feeling his racing pulse as he reached for the knocker. Gingerly he touched the huge brass lion’s-head knocker, lifted it, and down it came, “Crack…crack, crack, crack!” There was no turning back now.

He breathed as deeply as he could, trying to slow Anadolu Yakası Rus Escort his pulse, and relax before the Dominatrix opened her door. And there she was—exactly like her picture, but no smile. In fact, she looked angry, and curtly said, “You’re late!” He glanced at his watch, and Portia was right. He was 30 seconds late! His heart sank as his cock deflated. Oh no, he thought, what would his punishment be?

Before he could guess the answer to that question, Portia’s deep, but feminine voice interrupted his reverie, “Get in here, and strip, boy.” He stepped into what looked like an ordinary woman’s living room, whipped off his shirt, stepped out of his sandals and dropped his shorts, exposing his hairless body, and immediately became completely erect, despite his fear, despite his racing heart, and shaking limbs.

Standing before him, Portia had transformed. Apparently, she had been in full Dominatrix costume beneath her robe, revealing her incredibly feminine beauty, and obvious physical prowess. Obediently averting his gaze, he looked down at the floor and directly at the sexiest pair of feet he’d ever seen. Her stilettos were miles high, with shiny black leather and diminutive brushed stainless buckles holding firm the intricate network of slender leather thong laces wrapping delicately, yet snugly around her ankles, calves, over her small knees, tight across her sculpted thighs to meld into her leather thong, amazingly continuing without break around her taut torso up under her pert breasts, exposing them enticingly and lifting them high, and up over her collarbones, and the strong curve of her shoulders to gracefully wrap at last three times round her fine neck.

No sign of a penis could be detected as Jim stared open-mouthed. His brazen impertinence was met with swift reprisal as Portia gave her new boy his well-deserved comeuppance. He heard rather than saw the whistle of the crop as Mistress delivered Jim’s first lesson. The blow landed deftly bang-on the very tip of his swollen cock-head. Jim felt the breath leave his body as he involuntarily dropped to his knees in pain, tears dripping on his thighs. Seconds later he felt her lips on his neck, as she easily lifted him right to his feet, bent down at her knees, and sucked his pain into her warm, willing mouth.

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Nearly two years had passed since the time I had taken the place of my younger sister in the exam room. Now aged 20, I still lived at home, with my Mum and Jessica, my ‘little’ sister. Our deception had mixed results. On one hand it allowed Jessica to get the grades needed to start the college course she wanted, which was good. On the other hand there was the effect it had on me. Dressed in my sister’s school uniform I had experienced things I couldn’t have imagined doing! In order to keep the plan working I had allowed myself to be spanked by one teacher and sucked the cock of another. The memories of those events still whirled in my head, prompting conflicting and confused emotions, but the greater memory of all was the way my Mum had responded to my sacrifice: she had been pleased with me in a way I hadn’t known for years and I yearned for this approval constantly.

Whenever I was alone in the house I developed the habit of slipping upstairs and trying to recapture the feeling by dressing up. My outfits were nothing too elaborate. Some of the items I had kept from the first time. There was the simple white cotton bra, still with the padding Mum had put in it. The blue panties I had worn were still in my underwear drawer. In the uniform I had worn white ankle socks. I decided these were too childish to wear now so I had bought a pair of black tights, which I kept hidden under the other items in my drawer.

The risky part was the rest of the outfit. Since I had nothing that was suitable I had to borrow from my sister. Each time I borrowed a blouse, a skirt and shoes from my sister’s wardrobe.

Once dressed my routine was always the same. I still had my long hair and I would carefully style it as best I could. I wasn’t confident enough of putting everything back into the right place to risk using either my mum or my sister’s make-up, although I longed to. I would simply read a book or listen to music, taking the opportunity to enjoy the memories evoked by the feel of the feminine clothes. The swish of the tights against the skirt lining as I moved; the feminine curves of my false breasts; the shape of my legs when wearing the heeled shoes – it was bliss!

I always made sure I was changed back well before Mum and Jessica returned home, being careful to replace the borrowed items carefully. Or so I thought. A couple of months ago I guess I must have got a little careless. Shortly after they got back I was confronted in the lounge.

“What have you been up to this evening Peter?” asked Mum in a tone of voice that made it clear she knew I had been up to no good. Jessica stood beside her, wearing a smug grin. I felt uneasy and had the feeling I was busted. I opted for the ‘truthful but leaving out the details’ answer.

“Just sitting here reading.”

“And what were you wearing? Was it one of Jessica’s fitted white short sleeve blouses and her short black pleated skirt?” Mum asked, with the confident air of someone who knows the answer to her question already.

“And were you wearing these shoes?” Jessica added, holding the very pair of black sling-backs I’d been wearing.

I didn’t answer. Annoyingly I began to cry, just like a girl. Mum comforted me, telling me that they had suspected what I was up to for a while and that they had set up a small web-cam in Jessica’s room, linked to her lap-top to confirm their suspicions. I was expecting to be told off, or ridiculed. I didn’t expect what happened next.

“In future” Mum began, “I want you to confine your dressing up to times when you and I are here together, when Jessica’s out with her friends. I can help you fix your hair and teach you about make-up; it’ll be much more fun than you dressing up alone.” She placed her hand caringly on my shoulder as she said this.

“I’ve sorted out some of my clothes and shoes that I don’t need any more. I’ve put them on your bed. You can keep them in your room and you won’t have to borrow mine anymore!” added Jessica.

It Anadolu Yakası escort seemed weird; my mum and my sister helping me to carry on dressing up as a girl, but I wasn’t going to complain. When Jessica was out, I would get dressed up and spent quality time with my Mum. Okay you could quibble that it wasn’t entirely healthy for me to be dressed as my sister and for us to be discussing make-up, fashion, the best methods of hair removal and that sort of girly stuff, but I didn’t care one bit. For each of those evenings, those glorious few hours, I was making my Mum happy!

Perhaps I should have expected it, but after a couple of months Mum asked me to take Jessica’s place once again. This time it was her driving test. She drove well enough in her lessons, but the first time she took her test she had a bit of a panic attack and failed miserably. Their chosen solution was, of course, for me to take the test instead of my sister.

Her driving lessons had been a source of irritation to me. Mine had been paid for by me, out of the wages I had earned in my lowly paid supermarket job. My sister’s had been paid for completely by Mum. However to keep Mum happy I agreed.

On the day my nerve nearly went. The clothes Jessica and I were comfortable in were different. I favoured her former style, pretty and feminine, but her new style was heading towards what I thought was a bit tarty. Her skirts were tight and short, her blouses low cut and figure hugging, often cropped to reveal her belly-button! Even to take her test that’s what she insisted on me wearing. I was most reluctant, but Mum talked me round. So I wore the pink blouse that tied under my bust and I wore the tight, black, Lycra mini skirt. Mum had produced a new more convincingly padded bra for me to wear and the blouse was arranged to make my new bust look convincing. I felt very exposed by the gap between the blouse and the skirt, although my waist did look slim and very feminine. I had to wear a very tight pair of knickers to trap my cock between my legs, just as the gym knickers I wore before had done. I wanted to wear a pair of shiny natural-coloured tights, for added security as it were, but Jessica wanted me to wear the black lace-top stockings that she favoured. Luckily Mum agreed with me. For driving she always wore a pair of flat black pumps, so I did too. Once Mum had fixed my hair and make-up I was ready for the instructor to arrive.

‘Bro?’ Jessica said in an ominous tone of voice. ‘There’s something I need to tell you.’ She paused then blurted out her news. ‘To save some money I’ve been, um, doing ‘things’ for the instructor.’

‘What things?’ I asked, dreading the answer.

‘Well so far I’ve given him a few hand-jobs. You know wanking him off. But…’ she paused. I waited as the silence grew. I prompted her.

‘But what?’

‘Well, um, I’ve kind of promised to give him a blow-job today.’

I was about to protest, complain to Mum, but at that moment a car horn tooted outside and I was bundled out of the door to face Clive, the driving instructor.

The look Clive gave me as I got in the car made two things very clear. He hadn’t spotted the substitution and neither had he forgotten Jessica’s promise. Although this was the pre-test lesson designed to put the candidates at ease, he wasted no time in putting his had on my thigh before I had even turned the key in the ignition and he proceeded to direct me to a car-park on the edge of a thickly-wooded park. It was quite deserted but we parked in the corner furthest from the entrance.

His hand stroked my thigh again.

“So Jessica I think it’s time for you to fulfil your part of the bargain.” Just in case the sleazy leer he gave me wasn’t enough to make it clear what he expected, he proceeded to unzip his fly, take out his already hardening cock and place my hand on it. I began to stroke his cock, then, wrapping my fingers around it I Anadolu Yakası escort bayan gave it a few firm tugs, pulling his foreskin back a little further with each downward movement.

This wasn’t enough for Clive. Pulling my head down towards his cock he said “Come on Darling, get sucking, we haven’t got all day!”

Trying not to get caught on the handbrake and the gear stick, I twisted in the seat and bent over. I tried not to think of myself taking his cock into my mouth, but rather as if I was Jessica doing it — Clive thought it was! One of his hands stayed on the back of my head, pushing it back down, forcing his cock deeper into my mouth, whenever I tried to pull away. Alarmingly his other hand began to stroke my thigh, getting higher and higher. Although it felt nice being stroked through the sheer material of the tights, I didn’t want him exploring any higher! I focussed on his cock, teasing the tip with my tongue and forcing his foreskin back with my teeth and lips. All the time he was muttering to himself things like “yes”, “that feels good, babe” and (my least favourite of all) “come on you little cock sucking slut”.

I was praying for him to cum, but when he did I almost wished he hadn’t! His hot salty cum squirted into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. He was holding my head down so I had no choice but to swallow. As I did I sucked his cock further into my mouth which he loved! Eventually he stopped twitching, and let go. I don’t know what came over me next; I found myself licking the last stray drops of cum off his cock as if I were licking a lollipop. I sat up and swallowed the last remnants.

“Fucking brilliant babe! Now let’s get to the test centre.” With that he tucked his cock back into his trousers, zipped himself up and reached into the glove compartment. “Want one?” He was offering me an extra-strong mint. I took one, eager to remove the taste from my mouth.

I felt tears welling in my eyes. I was confused and a bit numb. I felt used. All he had cared about was him. Also I was a bit surprised to find that I had enjoyed having my leg stroked while I was doing it, it had quite turned me on. I drove to the test centre following his instructions on a kind of auto-pilot. At the centre I escaped into the loo, the ladies of course, and sat there for a while trying to regain my composure.

A few minutes after I rejoined him in the waiting room an examiner called out my name. Well my sister’s name, but you know what I mean. I lead him to the car. Before we drove off he introduced himself as Nigel and carefully checked my driving license. There was a photo of my sister, but it was small and we looked enough alike for me not to be concerned. I drove off and the test was underway.

After about 10 minutes Nigel asked me to pull over in the next safe place.

“Well congratulations… Jessica.”

The noticeable pause before he added Jessica and the slight emphasis he placed on the name alerted me that something was wrong.

“What do you mean?”

“You drive very well and you make an excellent girl. However now we need to discuss what happens next.”

His comment about making an excellent girl made it clear he suspected the truth but I had no choice but to bluff. “I have no idea what you mean.”

“Now Jessica, don’t be difficult. In one way you’re unlucky, but in another you’re very lucky.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Impersonating a driving test candidate is a very serious offence. I suspect that you are not the real Jessica, but a close relative.” He paused for a moment then added “A close, male relative.”

I blushed deeply, but hoped to bluff my way out of it.

“That’s an outrageous suggestion!”

“That’s where you’ve been unlucky. I am probably the only examiner who could be certain enough to make such an accusation. You see I have several close friends who are trans-gender, like you. Although you make escort bayan an extremely convincing woman, at this close range, if you know the tell tale signs, and I do, such a deception in very difficult, so I am almost certainly correct.”

This was a new predicament for me. I was flattered that he thought I was extremely convincing, but what was he going to do?

“So I’m going to give you a choice. Either you can protest your innocence and we’ll let the police decide or you can consider my alternative.”

Once again I had no choice. “What have you got in mind, Nigel?” I said in as encouraging tone as I could manage.

“Well Jessica,” he began…

Five minute later I was parked in virtually the same spot in the same secluded car park as before. This time we got out of the car. As we reached the front he put his arms around me and pulled me into a tight embrace. Passionately, almost roughly, he began to kiss me; on the lips, on my cheeks and on my neck. At the same time his hands roved over my body, stroking the exposed part of my belly and my back, squeezing my bum and caressing my thighs, raising my skirt as he did.

I was overwhelmed. I should have felt repulsed, but his passionate caresses were a turn on. He wanted me! Before I knew what I was obeying his urgings and pulling down my tights and panties to expose my bottom to him. I glanced round. He had put a condom on his cock and had a small tube of gel.

“This’ll help,” he said as he began to rub the gel around my virgin bum-hole. I moaned involuntarily as his finger pressed against me, forcing its way in a little. Disappointingly he pulled it away, but a moment later he replaced it with something much fatter; his cock!

As I bent over the bonnet of the car, he began to push forward, holding onto my hips as he did, pulling me back as he pushed forward. At first his cock just pressed hard at my bum. It wasn’t probing as deep as his finger had reached but it was making my head swim in anticipation. Then, in an instant, he pushed a little harder and the tip of his cock forced my bum wide open and he slid in. I let out another moan; it felt strange and wonderful all at the same time.

“God that feels good, you’re so fucking tight” he muttered, He began to rock backwards and forwards and I couldn’t help myself; I began to match his rhythm, pushing back as he pushed forward. Soon he was sliding deep, deep inside me. I glanced down, between my ‘boobs’, he was pushing in so deep that it felt as if I would see his cock pushing out the front of my slim tummy, but of course I couldn’t. My cock was as hard as it had ever been, slightly trapped in my knickers, the tip rubbing against the material with every movement. Then he gave a loud moan, his cock twitched and he slumped over, pinning me against the car bonnet. With almost painful swiftness, he pulled his cock from my bum and that was it. I bit my lip in sorrow: I wanted more, I wanted to cum with him inside me, but he was gone.

“Hurry up and get dressed, we’ve got to get back to the test centre.”

Getting my self redressed wasn’t at all easy. My still hard, aching cock did not want to be tucked between my legs and held snugly in place by my knickers and tights. I was quite painful and until it subsided I had a most unladylike bulge. By the time we reached the test centre I was decent again. I was still sore, physically and mentally, on the verge of tears. Almost unbelievably Clive was aware enough of my highly emotional state and he offered to drive me home. I sat there, saying nothing but with a head full of thoughts and feelings, clutching the paperwork to say that Jessica had passed her driving test.

At home, Jessica was delighted and quickly went out for a drive in mum’s car. Mum could see that, although I was trying not to show it, I was upset.

‘Tell me what’s up, Darling’ she said holding me in a maternal embrace.

She listened as, between my tears, I poured out my story. She made sympathetic noises and assured me that everything would be alright, telling me how proud she was of me and I began to feel better.

That evening as I got ready for bed, I began to wonder how soon I would be asked again to do something instead of my sister… and I secretly hoped it would be soon!

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The Note Home Ch. 01

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[All characters in this story are 18 years old or older. Readers offended by descriptions of bodily functions should not read further.]

Once more, with love to Megs

The worst thing about everything that was happening was that I was an 18-year-old high school girl but my English teacher still sent notes home to my mother. I had asked Miss Steele why she still insisted on doing that and she responded, “Allison, so long as you behave like a younger girl and act up in class, I will treat you as I would a middle-schooler and send behavior reports home.”

That day, she caught me passing a note to my best friend Jana and told me in a loud voice in front of the whole class that I would get a U in Conduct for the day and she was writing a note home to my mother. Nobody laughed, which at least was a blessing, because they all knew it could happen to them. Miss Steele was probably only in her late 20s, ten years older than we in her class were, but she affected an older style, with her crisp white blouses, auburn hair worn in a bun, and dark grey flannel skirts, worn with seamed hose and smart pumps.

I knew for sure that she would also telephone my mother, just in case I had any idea of trying to forget to deliver the horrible note. I already was preparing myself mentally for the humiliating scene which would follow, and the worse one tomorrow when my classmates would grin and ask me how my evening at home had gone.

My mother was quite active in parent groups at the high school, so she had met Miss Steele. The English teacher had mentioned to her that she had found it very effective to send notes home when students misbehaved. My mother said she remembered that from her own school days and smiled as she said it wasn’t a pleasant memory, but she conceded that it had succeeded in making her behave better in class. She urged Miss Steele to send a note home with me whenever the teacher felt I had not behaved as I should.

There was of course a ritual connected with the note home, as there seemed to be with everything Miss Steele did. You had to come back to her classroom at the end of the day and wait there with any other unfortunates who were in the same position you were. The attractive teacher would sit behind her desk and you could see her writing with her fountain pen on her special pink stationery—all very feminine.

The contents, however, would result when read by your mother in your backside being bared for a particularly humiliating spanking. The worst of it was that Miss Steele did not show you the note before she very ceremoniously sealed it. My mother also did not show it to me nor did she read it. This led me to wonder incredibly hard what the English teacher had said that riled my urfa escort mother so much when it came time for her to discipline me at home for what the note reported.

I was walking home with Jana when she asked me why I didn’t try to unseal the note and read it before I got home.

“Jana,” I said with a cry, “Mom will absolutely destroy my bottom if she finds I’ve opened the note.”

As she persisted I reached into my bag and pulled out the small pink envelope with my mother’s name written on it in a graceful hand. This miserable little note would cause me such pain.

I managed to unseal the flap so I could re-seal it and carefully extracted the note. Jana and I were both creaming in our panties, I was sure (about her because she usually confessed it to me), as I began to open the note and read it aloud:

“My Dear Margaret,

“I am so sorry to be forced to advise you that Allison has again been misbehaving in class. I caught her today passing notes, which is something I told her was a naughty habit that normally ceased after middle school. I would not presume to suggest how you deal with this, but if it were my decision, some young lady’s panties would be taken down for a good bare-bottom spanking and perhaps some added discipline in your discretion.

“Regretfully, “/s/ Linda

“Linda Steele (Miss)”

I shuddered as I carefully re-folded the note and re-inserted it in the pink envelope and even more carefully attempted to re-seal it so it looked untouched. I had done a pretty good job, or so I thought.

Jana was no longer teasing me and she bid me good night as she turned off toward her home and told me she hoped my rear end didn’t burn too much.

***

I should have realized the moment I walked in the door that my mother would be ready for me. Our modern age meant that even a young teacher who loved traditions as much as Miss Steele did would alert her conspirators, like my mother, by the advanced mechanism of e-mail.

“Allison,” my mother called, “come here. I need to speak with you.”

She was sitting in her favorite arm chair as I strode into the living room. I could see she had been alerted because she was wearing a severe outfit: white sleeveless blouse, black skirt, seamed hose, and pumps.

“I understand you got into a bit of trouble with Miss Steele,” she said calmly.

“Yes, mom,” I replied, knowing it made no sense to deny anything. “Here’s her note. Of course, all I did was pass a note to Jana.”

“You know, young lady,” my mother intoned, “that Miss Steele doesn’t put up with that kind of naughtiness. I’m really surprised at you doing that there, and you all of 18 years old now.”

I balıkesir escort cringed because I knew what was happening next.

“Go to your room and put on your punishment outfit,” my mother said. “Then return here and we’ll deal with this little situation.”

“Aw, please, Mom,” I made one last effort to forestall this supremely humiliating treatment. “Not that again. I’m too old for that.”

“Nonsense,” she said firmly. “You go put that on and be quick about it or there will be extras.”

I went to my room, opened the closet and took down the horrible pink dress, the one with the tutu-like skirt that puffed up and was so short that my panties would be on display, from the shelf. As was required, I took off my regular undies and put on the awful little girl ones, the ones with the ducks on them, and they were so tight, too, they pressed right into my coochie.

Then I had to put on the pink leggings that only came up to my knees and put my hair in pigtails. Lastly, I put on the shameful childish MaryJanes and buckled the little straps.

“My, my,” my mother cooed when she saw me, “you look all of 13 years old, Allison.” She loved it when I was made to dress up so childishly, and it was even worse because I was denied permission to keep my bra on underneath the awful pink dress.

She tapped her fingers on her lap and I knew it was time to get across her lap for the inevitable. She flipped up my little skirt, the tutu-like part of the dress, and carefully took down the miserably tight panties. Now my large exposed rear was on full display.

I knew that worse could happen now…and it did. Mom put her fingers on my anal opening and I felt the glycerin suppository slide into my rear channel. This of course was even more humiliating because by the time she was through with me, I would need to go in the worst way.

“That is to get all the naughtiness out of you, Allison,” she said, using her favorite expressions. Then she started spanking me as if I were still a 10-year-old, which is how I felt.

You may think a spanking is no big deal but my mother has a hard hand and loves to keep slapping my poor bum cheeks until they get rosy and then fiery red. I lost track of the number—fortunately, this wasn’t a time when she made me keep count—and then I even lost my voice and couldn’t yell any more.

Finally it ended but she told me to stand up and go bend over the end of the couch. Then the doorbell rang.

This had never happened before. None other than Miss Steele walked in, seeing my bare red ass bent over the couch!

“Ah, Margaret,” she said with a nasty light tone to her voice, “I see you have begun to punish trabzon escort the naughty girl already. Thank you so much for inviting me to witness the proceedings. Allison, I hope this makes you think twice about misbehaving the way you seem to enjoy doing in my class.”

Now I was really embarrassed. Miss Steele was seeing what she lacked the authority to do and I worried that my mother would let her punish me here.

And then that was just what happened. Mom handed Miss Steele the thin cane that Mom used so effectively and said, “Linda, perhaps you would like to give this naughty girl a few strokes with my cane to smarten her up a bit.”

Miss Steele proceeded to cane me like an expert. She fired stinger after stinger across my red bottom, at the top, middle, and bottom of the bottom and criss-cross, which hurts the most, of course. I could tell she was loving it but from my view all I could see bent over was her dark seamed stockings, which made her seem older than her late 20s.

Finally, it ended. Mom thanked Miss Steele and said I could stand up and pull up my panties.

I hesitated but not for long. Pulling up the little girl panties hurt like holy hell. They were tight anyway and the spanking had not only made my backside horridly sore but also made it tender and expanded it. I grimaced.

Then I had a really really terrible feeling. That feeling that you get when you need to go. Like big-time: doing Number Two.

I couldn’t waste time. “Mom,” I said, with a face as red as my bottom, “I…you know…I need to be excused now.”

“Linda,” my mother explained to the now-fascinated English teacher, “I usually administer a suppository before a naughty girl’s spanking so this is the result.”

“Allison,” she intoned, “you know what I require now. Go get the wooden child’s potty, which you will use her in front of Miss Steele.”

I cringed but left to get it before I had an accident in the little panties.

Miss Steele was grinning at my mother and assuring her she wouldn’t be offended by witnessing my use of the potty in front of her. The miserable bitch probably loved every second of it.

I came back with the potty and my mother motioned to me to take down my pants and sit on it. I now felt about four years old.

It didn’t take long for me to emit some embarrassing bowel sounds and then I did my business in the potty. I asked permission to wipe and my mother beckoned me to come over to her, using her forefinger.

This meant that she would take some toilet tissue she had there and as I bent in front of her and held my bottom cheeks apart, she ceremoniously wiped my anal opening and deposited the soiled tissue in a plastic bag.

Finally this humiliation ended and I was told to thank Miss Steele for disciplining me so well.

I managed to get the words out and Miss Steele condescendingly told me she was sure that I would improve my behavior after this imposition.

“Well, if she doesn’t, Linda,” my mother responded, “all you need to do is send me another note home.”

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Waking up Sunday morning I luxuriated in the feel of the silky pyjamas, the granny pants had been…ok but not quite up to the job. Maybe I’d just have to put up with being untucked in bed.

Kate and I had a quick cuddle, we also both needed the bathroom. As each of us finished we went downstairs in our pyjamas and made breakfast, and plans.

After breakfast, I showered first, wrapped a towel round myself and went back to the bedroom. While Kate showered, I started moisturising, picked out a clean pair of control pants and tucked. Next I put my bra on, stuffing the cups with socks again. Kate came back as I was putting my thigh highs on. She adjusted the socks in my cups, that looked better.

As Kate got dressed, I logged onto the laptop and started looking for crossdressing supplies and breast forms. There were so many shapes, sizes, shades and materials to choose from. I picked a pair of silicone asymmetrical, oval forms with realistic looking nipples. Looked up what advice they gave about sleeping with them on. After reading up and checking out some reviews, I decided on another pair of forms, this time made of foam.

By this time Kate was dressed, although she’d not yet done her hair and makeup. She was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and a v neck sweater. I thought she looked fab, and told her so.

We both looked at what I’d found online and ordered both sets of breast forms, a couple of pocket bras to fit my daytime forms in. Kate would get me a sports bra to hold my bedtime forms. We also ordered some gaffs to keep me tucked. We saw some prosthetic gaff inserts shaped to be functioning vaginas, some with and some without pubic hair. That was a step too far, besides which, that would surely make for a bulky pubic area, not the look I wanted. Free delivery if you spent over £95, well we certainly spent more than that, delivery in three to four working days. Great I would be ready for next weekend.

I finished dressing. This time gaziantep escort I wore a pencil line skirt, that came just below the knee and a roll neck sweater with a camisole top underneath. I thought the look was gorgeous, but high heels would have just added the killer touch. Kate agreed.

We sat together at the dressing table to do our hair and makeup, Kate taking time to show and instruct me. In fact we spent all morning, me putting on and taking off makeup. We also planned a basic makeup kit for me. The afternoon was spent reinforcing yesterday’s lessons and by bedtime I was exhausted. I didn’t tuck this time, but wearing the silky pyjamas was enough.

As I settled in bed, I thought about tomorrow and work. I would have to present my male self, but I would tuck and wear some control panties. I would secretly be female in my head, and dress properly when I got home.

I worked in IT, so was often around the building sorting out problems and moving equipment. I started seeing people in a different light, and paid more attention to the women. How they carried themselves, how they dressed how they interacted with other women and men.

Inevitably, I eventually needed to go to the toilet. Obviously I couldn’t use the Ladies, so going into the Gents I entered one of the two cubicles and hovered over the seat to pee then wipe. Exiting the cubicle I washed my hands, checked my hair and checked my ‘makeup.’ If at any time there was a man in there, well so what, I wasn’t hurting anybody.

During the morning I got a text from Kate asking me how I was getting on, I text back.

“All fine, missing my bra, can’t w8 2 get home & dressed. Luv Dee.”

When I got home, Kate had bought the shoes she’d promised. Bless her she’d also found a 36A bra, some foam padding, into which she’d managed to sew a nipple shape and was now sewing into the bra cup.

“You can wear this to work under a shirt konya escort and jacket, or sweater, without it being noticeable.”

While she was sewing, I dressed, did my hair, makeup and tried on the shoes. As I walked round the room, getting used to the feel of having heels, I spotted another package.

“Yes that’s for you as well.”

It was a flesh coloured sports bra.

“Oh, thank you,” I said, “all ready for when my bedtime forms arrived.”

The rest of the week was pretty much the same, except now and again I had a sneaky caress of my workday breasts. Thursday evening when I got home there was a plain brown paper parcel hidden behind the plant pots on the porch. My breasts had arrived, I rushed upstairs to try them on and show Kate.

Friday evening when I got home and was dressed and made up, Kate said,

“Let’s do a short practice walk to the minimart in the village. As a test I want you to buy some sanitary protection.”

“B..b..but I won’t need any and I wouldn’t know what to buy.”

“Of course you would know what to buy!… Remember, you are a woman of a certain age and you should know enough by now. What would you expect to find in her handbag?”

She was right of course, but I was nervous and trying to wriggle out of it.

Off we went, only once did she have to remind me to show confidence. In the minimart, Kate browsed the makeup, while I made my selection and went to pay.

Once back home I admitted I was nervous, not so much as having to buy sanitary products, but having to hand them to a male assistant I knew, to pay.

“Well you handled it very well. He certainly didn’t recognise you. I knew there was a 70% chance you’d get him as he seems to do the late shift there. That was part of the test. Tomorrow should be a breeze.”

I wasn’t so sure about that, as we would be buying me a new wardrobe, which would mean lots of trying things on.

In kayseri escort the morning we got ready, I was nervous and excited about what lay ahead. We took the bus into Watford, I was taking big calming breaths. The shopping centre was crowded with Saturday shoppers.

We made our way to one of the smaller ladies boutiques. Both of us picking out some items to try on, making our way to the changing rooms, I began to falter. The assistant gave each of us a tag with a number on, Kate gave me a little push.

“Come on, let’s go try,” she said, disappearing into one of the changing cubicles.

‘Hmph, that’s OK for you, your a real woman,’ I thought, ‘no I mustn’t think like that. I am a real woman, I just have the wrong bits.’

I pulled the curtain shut behind me, checked that nobody could see in, then started trying things on.

“Dee, what do you think of this?”

Poking my head round the curtain, Kate gave a twirl.

“Well?”

“Yes, lovely.”

“Are you going to show me what your trying?”

Withdrawing my head, I said, “give me a moment.”

I finished fastening the buttons down the front of the dress and stepped out.

“Ta-da, what do you think?”

After that we went to buy makeup, then lingerie, stopped for coffee, and then bought some more shoes.

“I need a wee,” said Kate, “if we use the Ladies in that store over there, they’ll be cleaner and quieter than the shopping centre ones.”

I’d not given a thought about needing the toilet till she mentioned it, then I realised that I needed to go. I was glad Kate thought about using a quieter one to ease me in on my first public toilet experience.

Sunday was quiet, we went for a walk round the area where we lived, we saw people we knew, stopped, chatted and nobody seemed to recognise me.

The next few weeks were a series of firsts for my new persona. First trip to the cinema, first trip to a restaurant, first evening out for a drink. We had drinks bought for us, were chatted up and flirted with. I enjoyed and appreciated the attention, the men assumed I was a woman and that boosted my confidence. I flirted back, not that I was interested in men, but the sexual power was intoxicating. Who knows what I might have done, if my plumbing had been different.

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“Binding her,” said Sir, “Will make it the pain easier to endure.”

Brat lay down on her back on the log, which was large and flat on the top, like a bench. Mommy opened the bag of emergency supplies and removed several tongue depressors and a roll of gauze. She opened Brat’s mouth, drew out her tongue, and clamped it between two of the wooden tongue depressors. She tied the ends of the flat wooden sticks tightly together with several turns of gauze and fastened the loose ends of the gauze behind Brat’s head. Now Brat’s tongue was clamped and she was unable to move it or speak.

Next Mommy removed several coils of rope, which would serve to lash Brat to the log. She tied Brat’s hands together, drew them above her head, and tied them to the log. Then she spread Brat’s thighs apart and bent her feet to her ass and wrapped a rope several times around each leg so that Brat’s leg was encased in a rope cast, and fastened the ends of the rope around the log. She tied a rope around Brat’s waist to the log. With her legs splayed out, Brat’s pussy was wide open, and she could move very little.

Sir removed a box of cutips, a bottle of rubbing alcohol, several packages of sterile alcohol wipes, a roll of hypodermic needles, and a couple pairs of latex gloves. He also removed mersin escort a syringe and cut the tapered end off with a pair of scissors. Donning the gloves, he carefully wiped both of Brat’s breasts with an alcohol wipe. Then he dipped a couple of cutips in the alcohol and wiped each of her nipples with a swab.

Sir grasped her breast near the base firmly in one hand until the nipple stuck up, swollen and hard. He flicked the hard nipple with his finger, reached for one of the needles and slowly pressed the end straight into the end of her nipple. The needle was about an inch and a half long. At first Brat’s taut flesh resisted his slow, steady pushing, then suddenly, the needle started to move easily into her nipple. He inserted it about half way and stopped. Then he used his index finger to push it in a little more. When he lifted his finger slightly, the needle would retract from her tit flesh.

Sir pushed his finger up and down several times, pushing and retracting the needle as Brat’s eyes squeezed in pain. He rotated the needle back and forth between his fingers, twisting it back and forth into the nipple. “Good girl,” he said, “give me your pain as an offering; show me how you suffer.” Brat’s hands twisted in the kocaeli escort ropes but she was not able to move them or stop his relentless pushing, retracting, and twisting of the needle in her nipple.

After several minutes, Sir moved on to his next area of interest. Leaving the needle thrust into her tit, he moved his hand down to her pussy. He held five cutips dampened with alcohol in his hand. Moving the first one to her anus and circling the tight rosebud, he pushed it inside. He quickly followed with the other four swabs. He held the five cutips in place just inside her tight muscles, near the entrance.

Soon the delicate membranes of her anus screamed with the burning of the alcohol. Sir quickly removed them and set them aside. He wetted another cutip with alcohol and began to rub it over her inner lips and let it settle inside her vagina. The burning pain was excruciating inside Brat’s delicate pussy. Sir traced her inner pussy lips and dipped inside her agonized pussy with several more swabs, then began to scrub around her little pee hole.

Slowly, as he squeezed her hole open, Sir inserted the end of the alcohol soaked cutip in and out of her hole. Her body was now covered in sweat from the exertion of samsun escort her squirming attempts to escape the searing pain in her most delicate areas. “You know what’s next,” intoned Sir. “The next thing you feel will be the burning touch applied to your clit.”

Sir slowly retracted her clit hood and flicked her little bud to life with his finger tip. He brought the open ended syringe to the end of her clit, pulled back on the plunger, and began to suck the tip of her clit up into the syringe. He then released and sucked it up again, pumping it in and out of the syringe, slowly pulling it into the syringe a tiny bit more each time. After several minutes of pumping, he had it sucked up into the tube about a half inch.

Sir now set aside the pumper syringe and squeezed Brat’s swollen clit. Brat groaned, a low, guttural moan of pain. He unwrapped a last needle, and holding the base of Brat’s swollen clit, slowly pushed the needle from one side to the other, right through Brat’s clit. Now Brat squealed and bucked wildly, but the bonds held her firm. There was nothing she could do to remove the needle. Sir stroked the wet, damp hair off her forehead and said “Yes! Just like that, feel the pain, there is no escape, only acceptance!”

Gradually, Brat’s body relaxed as she descended into a blissful state. Sir twisted the needle between his fingers and Brat groaned, the pain transcending her cheeky attitude. She was at peace as Sir gradually removed the needles and Mommy removed all the ropes. Sir cradled Brat on his lap as all her defiance had left her and only a sense of peace remained.

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**In previous chapter, Vaughn fucked his married white co-worker, Janet, thoroughly.

Chap. 1

The following Monday morning, Janet’s husband, Steve had come home from his inpatient detox stay for heroin. He immediately tore into her about not coming to visit him over the weekend and refusing to sign him out early. Janet, having had the shit fucked out of her for the majority of the weekend by her big-dicked Black co-worker, listened to his childish diatribe then calmly told him that their marriage wasn’t working out the way she had envisioned and that she thought they might want to spend some time apart! Vaughn’s dick had seemingly opened up more than her pussy!

Steve’s mouth fell open as Janet then got up off the couch, brushed past him, and went into the rear of the apartment to the bedroom to finish getting dressed for work. She was looking forward to seeing Vaughn, today. After finishing work on Saturday, she had went home and gotten herself some sleep. She woke up at 11 p.m. that night feeling extremely horny. Steve had apparently left sometime during the evening. She had risked embarrassing herself and called Vaughn. He was awake and invited her over. She had let him fuck her damn near all night! She could not get enough of his big, Black dick stretching and pounding her accommodating pussy!

Janet finished dressing and exited the bedroom. Steve was sitting in the living room. His eyes flashed toward her hoping to see that her disposition had changed. It hadn’t.

“Steve, look, our marriage seems to be hitting the skids because you’ve decided that instead of being a responsible husband you’d rather lay your ass around the house while I work myself into a frenzy. I will not tolerate that shit in my husband! If you want to throw your life away and our marriage by continuing to shoot heroin, I have to leave! I’m going to work and by the time I get back, you had better made up your mind about what you want to do with yourself! If you want to sit on your ass all day and get high, please don’t be here when I return!” Janet said evenly yet forcefully. Over the weekend, she had come to the conclusion that she was no longer interested in taking care of a grown man. That’s not why she had gotten married! She realized that there were better experiences out in the world…and better dick!

Steve was speechless as she turned and walked out of their apartment, slamming the door behind her. He swore she had called him a ‘little dicked motherfucker’ just before closing the door.

Chap. 2

Erica, Janet’s shapely blonde co-worker, arrived at work a bit early on Monday morning. As she exited her car, she noticed that Vaughn and Janet’s car were in the parking lot. It was 7:50a.m. She walked into the building and walked to the administration office, looking for her friend, Janet. She was not there. Erica decided to walk towards the residential part of the building to find Janet before their shift started. She walked on the boy’s side and the girl’s side. Giving up, she returned the administration office and started her shift.

Janet walked in the office around 8:30 a.m. Her eyes were slightly glassy and her lipstick was smeared. Erica took one look at her and thought her friend was stoned! She quickly walked up to her and asked her to come into the back with her. Janet agreed, while walking on wobbly legs. Once they were out of earshot of the other employees, Erica inquired as to why she looked the way she did. Janet stated that she had not slept well over the weekend. The way she averted her eyes caused Erica to believe that she was lying, but she didn’t push the subject. She asked how Steve was. Janet hadn’t told her about Steve’s latest overdose. Janet answered that she would answer that question later. Erica suggested that her friend go to the bathroom and get herself together.

Erica walked back into the administration office and noticed that Vaughn had entered the office and was sifting through his daily correspondence. As he bent over to retrieve a file, Erica noted that his ass was nice and muscular. She liked that in a man. As he turned towards her, she noticed that he was perspiring lightly.

“Vaughn, are you hot or something? You’re sweating,” she asked.

“Uh…n-..yeah, I guess so. I didn’t really notice,” he said as he walked over a grabbed a few tissues from out of a box that was sitting on a desk near him and began to pat his forward. He noticed that Erica was still standing in front of him looking at him. She was 24 years old. Blonde hair. Attention-grabbing blue eyes. She was also petite with a flawless pair of 34C-cups that always seemed to sport hardened nipples under whatever she wore. She was 5’6″. She weighed about 130 pounds. She would often rub up against Vaughn or touch him when they talked. Vaughn had noticed her unrevealing work outfits many times on her nicely stacked frame. Unbeknownst to him, she had been attracted to him for months.

Erica had never been with a Black man but if she urfa escort had to choose one, it would have been Vaughn. He was nonthreatening towards her and all her co-workers, plus he was sexy as all hell. Growing up, many of her friends had sat and discussed the myth of big, Black dick. Erica had often found herself watching the front of Vaughn’s slacks to discern the size of his bulge. She sensed that he was equipped with larger than average equipment. She was stuck between wondering if she should approach him (she knew he was involved, but didn’t give a fuck) or leave it as an interracial fantasy. She often thought of Vaughn late at night in her apartment when her and her vibrator became engaged in wet, sloppy pussy gymnastics.

Erica smiled at him before walking past him. As she breezed past him, she smelled the undeniable smell of pussy on him! She quickly turned her head and looked at him. Vaughn turned around and looked at her.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said, unconvincingly. The sight of her disheveled friend, Janet, flashed through her brain, but she quickly put that out of her mind. Janet would never cheat on Steve! It wasn’t in her nature as far as she and Melinda knew. They considered Janet to be the prude of the three of them. Must be a coincidence, she thought as she turned and began filing papers on her desk. Soon afterward, Melinda called, and reported off with the flu. She told Erica that she would probably not be back for the rest of the week as she had a rock solid doctor’s excuse calling for bed rest. Janet told her that if she needed anything, not to hesitate to call her and that she would be over to see her after work.

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Throughout the morning, Erica noticed that Janet’s husband, Steve, called repeatedly and that Janet had not taken any of his calls. She wondered what was going on with those two. She felt that Janet rushed into marriage with this man because he represented a father figure image to her and for her lack of a relationship with her own father. It seemed like Janet had just met the man and suddenly she was talking about marriage. She never could figure out Steve could ever offer her friend.

At lunch, she found Janet sitting by herself in the cafeteria. She joined her and they began to talk about Janet’s weekend. Erica told her about Melinda calling off sick. Janet told Erica about Steve’s overdose. Erica was appropriately shocked that her friend was dealing with this disaster and holding up so well! Before she could begin ripping into Janet’s worthless husband, Janet surprised her by beating her to the punch. She had never heard Janet use foul language or talk negatively against her husband! This last incident must have pushed her over the edge, Erica concluded. It was quite sad that in addition to being a junkie, Steve had not been providing Janet any dick. Erica knew from her own experiences, she was addicted to dick. She didn’t sleep with everybody but she didn’t have to be in love with a man to fuck him.

Erica asked Janet what she was going to do about her and Steve’s relationship. Janet told her that she was fed up with wasting her time on a sinking ship. She wanted to jump ship. Erica was surprised! She would have thought that Janet would have wanted to play the Tammy Wynette role, once again. Her friend was getting some balls and some common sense. She told her that she would support her no matter the decision she came to. Janet thanked her and excused herself from the table.

Towards the end of the workday, Janet came up to Erica and asked if she would mind her sleeping over, if necessary. Janet told her that would be no problem as she had a two-bedroom apartment. The company would be welcomed. Janet told her it wasn’t a definite but that she might have to leave her apartment until if things didn’t work out with her husband. Erica admired her resolve.

Janet never called Erica that night. Over the next few days, Erica saw little of Janet, as she always seemed to be busy doing something. On Thursday morning, Erica arrived at work 20 minutes early. She noticed that Janet and Vaughn’s car were here, also. As she walked towards the staff lounge to get some coffee, she thought she heard voices. She slowed her pace and cocked her head to see which direction the voices were coming from. Vaughn’s office! She walked into the staff snack room and poured herself some coffee. As she was reaching to turn on the television, she thought she heard a moan. She froze and tried to discern where the sound was coming from. She noticed a vent next to the sink. She turned around and closed the door to the snack room and locked it. She then went over to the sink and knelt down. She heard breathing. Heavy breathing. And something else. A rather loud and coarse sucking sound! It was repetitive. Then she heard, faintly…

“Ohh shit! Oh baby! Mmmm…get that dick! Yes! Come on…faster! Oh..Oh..OHHHH!”

Erica balıkesir escort recoiled from the wall and stumbled to her feet! She held her hand to her breast, breathing hard, and while walking in a small circle. She knew Vaughn was in there. But Janet, too?! She quickly left the staff snack room and walked to the administration area of the building. She was hoping to find Janet to dispel the unbelievable possibility that her friend was currently in a therapist’s office…a black therapist…blowing him! She did not see Janet in the admin. office. She exited the office and began walking towards the residential area of the building. Again, no luck! As she walked down the hallway, she saw Janet enter the bathroom. She waited in the hallway for a few minutes for Janet to exit. When she did, Erica noticed that she had applied new lipstick. Her eyes were still glazed and Erica became aware of something else, also. Her friend was walking as if her ass was hurting! She had been around Janet long enough to recognize that her friend’s gait was a little off. And for some reason, her ass looked fuller! Oh my God, it was true! Janet was fucking Vaughn! Her quiet, demure, prudish friend was getting some Black dick on the side!

Erica greeted her friend, warmly. Janet looked tired. Erica asked her how things were going between her and her husband. Janet replied that she had left her apartment, temporarily, and was staying with a friend. Erica didn’t bother to ask whom this friend was but let her know that if she still needed to come and stay with her, she was still welcome. Janet reached out and thanked her for her continued support. She asked Erica if she wanted to out on tomorrow night, which would be Friday night. Erica agreed that it would be a good idea to get out. Janet agreed that that would be a good idea, also. Soon afterwards, they parted ways and did not see each other for the rest of the day.

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The next day was a Friday, and once again, Erica arrived at work approximately 20-25 minutes early. She had reasoned that she was going to take care of some extra paperwork, but as she exited her car, she noticed that both Vaughn and Janet’s car were there, again. She decided to go to the snack room to see if she could hear any thing coming out of Vaughn’s office. When she entered the building, she made an attempt to find her friend, Janet, but soon realized that it was fruitless to pretend that she was anywhere but in Vaughn’s office getting some early morning dick. Erica still found it hard to believe that Janet was sneaking around on Steve.

Erica entered the snack room and closed the door, then locked it. She kept the light off and walked towards the sink. She bent down to determine if there were any noises coming from Vaughn’s office. At first, she heard nothing. After bending over for several minutes, she began to rise when she heard, “Ooooohhhhh…Ewwwwww…that’s it, slide that big dick into me, baby! You fuck me sooo good! Yesss! Mmmmm.”

“Oh my GOD! It’s true! She’s in there fucking Vaughn! I can’t believe it!” Erica mouthed silently to herself. She listened to her friend’s frenzied pleas for five minutes. When she finally stood up, she felt dizzy. Vaughn was in his office fucking the shit out of her girlfriend! She had never heard a woman moan so genuinely and pleadingly while having sex! She had heard Janet orgasm at least twice! To say it had turned her on was an understatement! “Unfuckingbelievable!” she said to herself as she adjusted her clothes before unlocking the door and walking out of the snack room. Her nipples were like beacons on her deliciously bouncy 34C’s. Her pussy had also become very moist. She headed to the bathroom to wipe herself.

Ten minutes later, at 8a.m., she saw Janet walking rather unsteadily towards the bathroom. She stayed in the bathroom for 15 minutes. When she came out, she looked presentable but had that glassy look to her eyes. Erica was slightly envious of her friend’s good fortune. By the way Janet had carried on in his office, he definitely had a BIG dick…and she wanted some of it!

At 8:30a.m., Vaughn walked into the administration office. His eyes found Erica’s looking at him as he went about his business. As he approached her desk, she boldly continued to gaze at him.

“Hello, Erica. How’s you’re day going?” Vaughn asked, wondering why her fine ass was looking at him like this. Did she know something? He hoped Erica hadn’t run her fucking mouth! But what if she did?

“Hello, Vaughn. My day is going well. I haven’t really seen much you in the past few days. Huddled up in the office, huh?” Erica asked, while turning up the side of her lips, looking away, and then back at him.

“I guess you could say that. I did let my paperwork get a little bit out of control. How have you been? What’s going on in your world?” he asked while taking a seat in the chair next to her desk.

“Not trabzon escort much, really. I told you a few weeks ago that my boyfriend went into the Marines, didn’t I?” she asked, knowing damn well she hadn’t.

“N-Naw, he went into the Marines? Like, he left for boot camp? In 2003? With all this shit going on with Iraq?” he replied, as he couldn’t help asking.

“Yeah, that would be him. Mr. Know-it-All. You’re the first person to really come out and say that. Everyone in my family and his skirt around the issue. It’s like they don’t realize that a ‘real’ war is happening! And he runs off with his impulsive ass and joins up without ever discussing it with me!” she said, starting to get a lil pissed.

“Men can be like that sometimes,” he said as he wondered how dude could leave a beautiful assed woman like this, alone!

“Tell me about it! Anyways, what are you doing this evening?” she asked suddenly.

“N-Nothing. I don’t have anything planned, why?” he asked cautiously.

“Well, Janet and I are going out for a few drinks tonight and since we’ve never socialized after work, I thought it would be cool if you could join us,” she said with an impish grin on her face.

“Well, let me get back to you on that. I’ll let you know by the end of the day, cool?” he asked.

“Cool, don’t forget Vaughn,” she said as she turned to the papers on her desk.

“I won’t, Erica,” he said as stood and walked away from her desk. He went to find Janet to see what the hell was going on!

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Vaughn found Erica on the girl’s side of the facility facilitating a group. When she was finished, she walked over to Vaughn. He asked her to come into a nearby office. She began smiling and dutifully followed him. Once the door was closed, Vaughn asked her if she had told Erica anything about their recent activities. Janet answered a vehement no as he explained Erica’s invitation for drinks, tonight. Janet thought he should accept, seeing as how he had never been out with any of the facility’s staff. Vaughn agreed. He bent forward and kissed her full on the lips. She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck. A knock on the door interrupted them. They exited the office having a ‘pretend’ conversation so as not to raise the interest of their fellow staff members who were milling about in the hallway.

At the end of the day, Vaughn approached Erica’s desk and told her he would join them at around 7p.m. Erica told him not to be late. He smiled and told her he would see her later. She replied that she would be waiting. Vaughn noticed the sexy, come-hither twinkle in her eye. He wondered what her lips would feel like wrapped around his thick dick as he boldly gazed at her lips. Vaughn turned away and went to his office to prepare to leave.

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As Janet and Erica prepared to leave the office, together, Erica noticed that her friend was still walking as if her ass was tender.

“Janet, are you okay? I’ve noticed that you seem to be walking with a little tenderly, today,” Erica said while fully knowing the truth…her friend’s pussy had been stretched out by Vaughn!

“I’m okay, I must have wrenched my back or something while I slept last night,” Janet said unconvincingly. This was not a subject she was prepared to talk about, just yet.

“What time are you going to meet me?” Janet said, quickly changing the subject.

“How about 6:30 or 7? I want to go home and shower and change into my week-end clothes,” Erica answered as she approached her car and unlocked it.

“Me too. I’ll see you there, then” Janet said before climbing into her car and starting the engine.

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Janet arrived home to a sulking Steve. Over the course of the last few days, Janet had kept her distance from him. She always found a way to get out of the house, as she did not want to be bothered with him. She had told him that she was staying over at Erica’s house for the last few nights. She knew that he knew Erica didn’t particularly care for him, so she wasn’t worried about him calling her over there. Meanwhile, each night, she had ended up over at Vaughn’s town home getting the stuffing rearranged in her pussy by his BIG dick! She didn’t feel the least bit guilty as she knew it was a matter of time before she packed her bags and got away from Steve, for good.

Steve followed her around the apartment as she first had a small bite to eat, then showered, and finally as she got herself together to join her friend, Erica. Steve began to get boisterous as she slipped on the only nice dress she had. He told her that she wasn’t leaving the house! He also told her that he was tired of her leaving him alone in the house. Janet held up her hand to halt his monologue, and informed him of the things she was tired of: not paying his share of the bills, not coming home for days, other women calling her house looking for him, not giving her regular dick, stealing money out of her purse, etc. By the time she was done, Steve was once again begging for her forgiveness. She gathered her purse and keys and told Steve to get his shit together or get out! Steve didn’t have the nerve to say anything to her after that. She left soon afterwards, burning rubber in the parking lot!

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He lay in the dark, waiting patiently. He knew she would come to him; it was an unspoken agreement between them. They had played out the fantasy many times before, and then she had casually mentioned she was going to be in his city tonight.

The moon was full, and cast a silvery glow through the window, and across the crisp white sheet that lay over his hard young body.

As he waited patiently, he gently stroked his fingers over his hard cock. Tingling with anticipation. He heard footsteps outside his door. It was unlocked. He heard a gentle tap, and then the door was opened.

He could see her silhouette as she moved towards the bed. Her aroma reached his nostrils, musky and warm, and he grew even harder.

She removed her long coat and laid it over the back of the chair, and then he felt the bed dip as she sat beside where he lay.

“Are you naked, as I instructed?” Her voice was quiet but stern.

“Yes Mistress.” He replied meekly.

“Good.” He heard her reach into a bag and the clink of metal, as she retrieved some handcuffs. “Get on your knees.”

He did as he was told and knelt facing the head of his bed, as she fastened his wrists to the bedposts with the cuffs. Then she attached some kind of metal bar between his ankles, which spread his legs wide and left him vulnerable to her.

The sheet had fallen off him as he had got to his knees, now the cool night air touched his body making his nipples even harder.

She was holding a riding crop, and she began to stroke the end of it over his body. Occasionally giving him a light whack on his rump.

Then she noticed his erection pointing into his stomach.

“Did you start without me?”

“No, Mistress.” He felt a sharp sting and she brought the crop down harder on his rump. He gasped.

“Are you quite sure, you haven’t been touching yourself?”

He was shamefaced, and he wondered if she could see his expression in the moonlight.

“I couldn’t help myself Mistress.” He whispered.

“Then you must be punished.” She said, as she once more reached into her bag, and retrieved something.

He winced as she attached nipple clamps to both his nipples. A thin mardin escort silver chain attached them. Taking hold of the chain, she pulled, first gently then harder, until she heard him whimper.

“I’m sorry”

WHACK the riding crop once more stung his rump.

“Silence.”

“But Mistr…”

“I said silence!” She leaned her face close to his, her breath hot against his skin. He watched her lips move as she spoke, her lipstick deep, dark red, like blood.

“I see you have a lot to learn from me, young man.”

To ensure his silence, she got out a gag and tied it tightly round his mouth. It felt uncomfortably tight and he wanted to protest, but he knew, by now, that she meant business. Then suddenly he felt a hood being pulled over his head. Now he could see nothing. Although the room had been dark, he had been able to see her in the moonlight. Now it was pitch black, and he could only hear her as she moved about the room.

He flinched as she brought the crop down on his rump once again. He could hear her slowly circle the bed, the sound of her high heels softened by the carpet. Without his sight, he didn’t know when or where to expect the next stroke of the crop.

She seemed to enjoy leaving long gaps, then whack, she hit him again, and it wasn’t a gentle tap, he was sure it was leaving marks on his skin.

His breathing became heavy, partially through fear, and partially from desire, the material of the hood was pulled against his nostrils as he sucked air into his lungs. It was getting uncomfortably warm under the hood. He could feel the sweat begin to trickle down his forehead and sting his eyes.

He was unbearably excited, his manhood throbbed hard against his stomach, and the reality of the situation was so much more exciting than anything in his fantasies. His fear was real; she had not spoken one friendly word to him since she arrived. They had never really discussed just how far the fantasy would go, how much punishment he could take.

His backside was stinging, as were his back and shoulders; his nipples were sore from her constant tugging on the chain between the nipple clamps.

He van escort moaned around the gag in his mouth.

“Had enough?” She enquired.

He dare not answer, he could barely breath inside the hood now, and he was getting very uncomfortable.

“Shall I take off the hood?”

He nodded slowly. Did she mean it or was she taunting him? He felt the hood being pulled off of his head, and was relieved to feel cool air on his sweat soaked skin.

She undid the gag, and pulled it out of his mouth. Next she removed the cuffs from his wrists and ordered him to get on his back.

With the bar still between his ankles it was not easy, but he sat with his legs outstretched and his back leaning against the headboard.

She climbed up on the bed and stood one leg on either side of his thighs. Now he could get a good look at what she was wearing. She was wearing a black leather bustier, which pushed her large breasts up. It was cut low showing plenty of cleavage. A short leather skirt revealed the stockings beneath, and a brief glimpse of naked flesh at her thigh.

Then his eyes came to rest on the red high-heeled shoes, one of which had been raised to his mouth. He looked questioningly up at her.

“You may worship my feet.” She smiled down at him, as he began to lick her shoes. She leaned against the wall to hold her balance, as he kissed and licked her foot. He slipped off the shoe and continued to worship her, through the silky material of her stockings.

Placing her foot on the bed, she offered him the other shoe, and he gave it the same treatment he had given the first.

He couldn’t resist sliding his hand up her stocking clad leg, and he waited for her to punish him, but she did not. He felt the soft flesh of her thigh, and heard her gasp as his fingers touched her soft shaven lips.

Her knees buckled under her and she knelt either side of his thighs. He took a chance and looked directly into her face. Her eyes were half shut; she was biting her lip, as his long fingers delved between her moist lips. Sliding over her wet clit and making her squirm in pleasure.

With his free hand he unlaced ankara escort the front of her bustier, and her breasts tumbled out before his eyes. They were incredible, her nipples were hard and tight and he buried his face in her breasts and began licking her nipples alternately.

Her juices were running down his arm as she cried out her pleasure. She roughly took hold of his head and brought her lips down hard on his full lips, mouths open tongues entangled, and they kissed deeply. He felt her hand close around his cock.

“Oh you are so hard…I need you inside me now…”

She raised herself higher on her knees, and moved her body over him. She looked deep into his eyes as she slowly lowered herself on to him. Impaling herself on his rigid manhood.

Once he was all the way inside her, she sat for a moment, her arms around him, her lips hungrily devouring his. Lost in her kisses it took a few moments before he realised that her pussy muscles were contracting along his cock, clenching and releasing him.

Slowly she began to move up and down, feeling his hardness slide in and out of her, he felt so hard and so deep inside her. They held eye contact as long as they could, breathing heavily, until they were swept away by their feelings. Gripping his shoulders she began to move faster on him, grinding down against him.

She couldn’t stay quiet, her moans got louder and louder.

“Oh God you feel so good, but I need more.” She got up and he protested as she did so. “Get on the floor.” She instructed.

He struggled with the bar between his feet so she removed it for him.

“Now take me from behind, over the bed, hard! Now!”

She was already kneeling beside the bed, her rump raised invitingly in front of him. He needed no second bidding, and he thrust himself once more inside her. He was so much deeper now, and he was in control. He set up a deep hard rhythm, holding onto her hips, her stocking tops caressing his thighs as he did so.

“Oh yes, harder… come on fuck me harder!” She begged.

He thrust into her as hard as he could, he knew he couldn’t last much longer, her moans got louder and her hands clutched at the sheets, and with a final “Oh God.” She came hard, as he spilled his seed inside her.

They crawled back onto the bed and lay in an exhausted heap, panting and gasping. When finally their breathing had returned to normal.

“Was it as you expected?” She asked him.

“Even better, Mistress.” He replied. “Thankyou.”

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Back in college, I met this one girl and we started to get to know each other fairly well in classes and in passing. She had a live-in boyfriend named Bruce, a guy in the drama club. After we’d known each other a couple months, she finally asked to stop by their place on Friday night and we’d have some beers.

I got there about 7 and she introduced me to Bruce and we sat around watching some tv and getting a little loose with the beers we were drinking. We all seemed pretty comfortable and were having a good time when we ran out of beer. Bruce said he’d run to the liquor store and grab a couple more six-packs and be back in about 15 minutes. I was getting quite the buzz and it wasn’t long before Diane started talking about sex.

She asked what I enjoyed, to which I replied everything. She looked at me and said, “Oh really?” Then she asked me if I’d be interested in having sex with her. That was a no-brainer. She was cute and had a great body, but I had the feeling there was going to be a catch somewhere. I was about to hear it.

“How would you like to have sex with me and Bruce at the same time?” she asked.

That was a bit of mind blower and I thought about it for a while before deciding it might be fun, and told her so. She wasn’t quite finished with the surprises though.

“I need to tell you though that Bruce is bi-sexual.” She waited for my reply, leaning back in her chair, giving me a good look at her legs.

“Well, I’m game to play it by ear and see what happens. If I can’t do it, no hard feelings?”

“No hard feeling.” she said smiling. “I’ll let you know when the time is right. Don’t say anything to Bruce when he gets back till I talk to him.”

It wasn’t more than a minute before Bruce came through the door with the beer. He offered me one and put the rest in the refrigerator in the kitchen. Now and then, Diane would lean over and give him a deep kiss. He returned and we continued to BS about little things for another hour, and a few beers before he got bursa escort up to go take a leak. Diane also got up and left the room.

After about ten minutes of no one coming back, I figured it must be time for me to leave and I was just about to get up and go when Diane came back in the room.

“Are you sure about this Jeff?” she asked.

“I don’t know.” I laughed a little nervously. “What’s going on?”

“Bruce is in the bedroom and I’m going to go join him. If you want, give us about ten minutes and then come in and join us. If you decide against it, that’s ok.”

Diane kissed me, turned around and went down the hall and into the bedroom. I sat back down and considered all the options and tried to decide if I was really up to this. Maybe it was the beer, or the fact that I was super horney or a combination but in the end, I decided to give it a shot. The worst that could happen was that I’d not like it and leave. I watched the clock and listened to see if I could get some tell tale signs coming from the bedroom but couldn’t hear a sound. Finally, after the ten minutes had passed, I got up and went down the hall.

It was pretty dark in the bedroom and it took me a minute for my eyes to get adjusted to the dark. Diane was lying naked on the bed with Bruce naked on the other side of her, kissing her while caressing her breasts. They didn’t even seem to notice me in the room. I wasn’t sure what to do next so I simply removed my clothes and slid onto the bed by Diane. I gently ran my fingers up her back as she moaned softly while she was kissing Bruce. Then I lied down beside her, taking in the scene in front of me and started to kiss the back of her shoulders.

Diane half rolled onto her back, giving me access so I could now caress her right breast while Bruce was caressing her other. I figured to just mirror what Bruce was doing for the time being and see where it led. Soon, she looked into my eyes and I kissed her deeply malatya escort for the first time. She returned my kiss and reached down to my hard cock and started to stroke me. This was wild.

After kissing for a while, I noticed that Bruce was kissing and sucking on her breast so I moved down and started to kiss her other one, letting my hand slide down her body to her pussy. It was drenched. I continued going lower till I was able to gently lick her clit and taste her juices. While I was eating her, Bruce had moved to a position where Diane could suck his cock while I ate her. This was getting better and better as I was able to watch her giving a blow job while I ate her.

It was a little later when Bruce moved down and indicated we switch places. Soon, I was up getting a blowjob while he ate her pussy. I wanted to kiss Diane and play with her breast some more so I moved down and started kissing her. That went on for a short time before I felt a new sensation. Bruce had just taken my cock in his mouth and was sucking on me. Actually, he was doing a better job than Diane and I was surprised at first how good it felt. He must have sucked on me for about 5 minutes before moving back up. He entered Diane and slowly started to fuck her. I watched, and continued to get more and more turned on by what I was seeing. He finally stopped fucking her and slid his cock out and started kissing Diane’s breast again.

Diane was breathing deeper now and she leaned over and whispered something in my ear. “Would you go down and suck Bruce for me?” At first I was shocked but after a few moments, I knew I’d do just about anything she asked of me. Slowly, I kissed my way down her body and started to eat her just fucked pussy. I knew Bruce hadn’t cum yet so there was no problem with that yet. As I ate her, I could see his hard cock only inches away where he leaned up against her.

I slowly took his cock in my hand and started to stroke him while I continued to çanakkale escort eat Diane. I still wasn’t sure if I could go through with it. Feeling it throb and pulse in my hand, I finally decided to give it a try. I inserted a finger in Diane’s pussy, continuing to play with her as I moved closer to Bruce’s cock. I wasn’t sure how to go about it so I just dove in and started to suck his cock. I could taste Diane on him and a little hint of a stronger taste as well. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be. From above, I could her Diane whispering to Bruce.

“Is he sucking you?” she asked, her breathing getting faster. I couldn’t hear what they were saying as they whispered to each other for quite some time but finally Diane said, “Oh shit that’s hot.” Then I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and start to spasm as she came. That must have set Bruce off as well because at almost the same time I felt the first spurt of his cum shoot into my mouth. I was so engrossed in what was happening I just swallowed spurt after spurt. When he was done cumming, I moved up on the bed next to Diane and she told me to fuck her hard and cum inside deep her. Bruce had moved and Diane was sucking on his cock again, even though it hadn’t started to get hard again.

I slid my cock deep inside her and started pumping for all I was worth. I was so turned on and I needed to cum so bad that it wasn’t long before I felt her pussy contracting on my cock as she started to cum again. I started kissing Diane and she pulled Bruce’s cock out of her mouth so we could both suck it at the same time. That was it for me. I started to pump shot after shot of cum into her pussy. I could feel her pussy milking my cock until it went soft and slid from her pussy. I felt my cum running out of her just before finally rolling off her and collapsing beside her.

After catching my breath, I asked her what had made her cum so quickly and so hard while I was finger fucking her. I didn’t say anything about the surprise Bruce gave me.

“I asked Bruce if you were sucking him and he said yes. That got me real close, but when he said he didn’t think he could hold it and was going to cum in your mouth, I lost control. How did you like it?”

“Honestly?” I asked?

“Yes.” She replied.

“It’s the most mind blowing thing I’ve ever experienced.”

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