Hose and Hard-on (2)

He got out of bed trying to shake these strange thoughts. He was naked as he walked to the sliding glass door and out onto the balcony of his apartment. It was dark and windy, no moon tonight. He looked out at the lights of the city and thought again about the girl asleep on the bed behind him. The wind felt good on his naked body and he started to stroke his 8" shaft. She had worn a small black dress and pantyhose last night. He glanced back and saw the dress hanging on a chair. It felt so good to run a hand up and down the legs of a woman wearing hose. What did it feel like to wear them?He quietly walked back inside. The girl was sleeping soundly. Alex picked up her dress and pantyhose off the chair and slowly walked into his study and locked the door. Without really thinking about it he sat down on the couch and started to put on the pantyhose. He tried to do it like he had seen women put them on, but he snagged a toe and put a run in one leg. Damn. He finally got them on, stood up and smoothed out the material, running his hands over his legs, ass and penis. Wow, he thought, this feels great! He looked at her dress, wondering if it would fit. He lifted the dress, holding it up in front of him. He could smell her perfume on it and it made his cock strain against the pantyhose. Lifting it over his head like a T-shirt he put his arms through and let the dress slide down his body. It was a little tight, but it fit! He pulled the dress down over his hips and adjusted it on his body. It felt so sexy! He walked around the room feeling the dress sway and lightly brush his hose-covered ass. His cock was really getting hard now and he needed some release.He carefully removed the dress and pantyhose and walked back into the bedroom. The girl was still sleeping. She had rolled over onto her stomach, the covers falling away from her body. She had apparently gotten up at some point and put her panties back on. She was a vision lying there. Alex carefully put the dress and hose back on the chair and crept into bed. He moved down to the girls ass and started to rub his face lightly over her panties, breathing in her scent as he did. She moaned.

Hose and Hard-on

Growing up in the midwest Alex was a good student, popular with both boys and girls. He was athletic, playing baseball, football and track. When he reached puberty he went through the usual growing pains that others went through, but his body never developed enough to continue playing competitive sports. When he stopped growing he was 5\' 7\" and thin with narrow shoulders and hips. In High School he ran the gamut of dating; taking a girls out just once, multiple dates with one girl, and even a 3-month period with the same girl, but never a long commitment. In college he joined a Fraternity and dated many women. He was brilliant with computer languages and was recruited by many top software companies. Life couldn\'t have been going better for Alex.He graduated from college and set himself up as a freelance consultant. This enabled him to work from home while companies periodically paid for his travel to various cities for meetings or for longer term projects. His sex life was great, he knew how to please a woman and due to his good looks, inner confidence and successful business acumen he had no trouble meeting them.One night after a particularly enjoyable romp with a beautiful young woman he\'d picked up, he found himself staring at the ceiling while she slept next to him. He couldn\'t remember her name, but that wasn\'t what concerned him. What was concerning him was why he was starting to wonder what it felt like to BE her. Did she enjoy sex as much as he did? Did she enjoy wearing sexy clothes? What about all the makeup and preparation women went through to \"make themselves pretty\"? What did it feel like to have sex with a man, not as another man, but as a woman? Alex had never been attracted to men, but he was starting to wonder what women liked about men.

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Three rolls of masking tape, and two rolls of duct tape later, I was finished. Even I was impressed with my handywork. It looked like I was wearing very tight boxer briefs made out of duct tape. Instead of a rather large bulge in the front, I had a completely smooth sexless crotch. I was incredibly turned on, thinking about Alisia and how she would react to seeing me this way. I couldn\'t wait for her to get home. I slowly headed upstairs and grabbed a few beers from the fridge. As I sat down on the couch, I realized that maybe I had overdone it with the tape, as it was a bit difficult to do \"normal\" things like bend at the waist, climb stairs or even walk. But, a dare is a dare, and I knew that my reward from Alisia would be worth it when she got home!I mindlessly channel surfed as I drank my beer, not paying much attention to the TV, just thinking about Alisia and the fun we\'d have tonight when she got home. Before I knew it, it was almost 8:00 and I managed to finish off all the beer.Just then I heard the phone ring in the kitchen. I got off the couch and headed for the kitchen a quickly as I could. Every step reminded me of my self imposed chastity along with a new feeling that took me a moment to place. I had to go to the bathroom! Alisia had been on my case about drinking less, and this was one time when I wish I had listened to her! I couldn\'t get to the phone in time to answer it, but I heard our message begin to play. Considering my situation, I figured whoever was calling would leave a message if it was so important.\"...so if you would, leave a message after the beep and we\'ll call you back as soon as we can.\"BEEEEEP"Hi darling, it's Alisia. Listen, I almost forgot to tell you, but we're doing inventory tonight at the store, so I won't be home until 2 or 3. I hope you're enjoying your dare, and I can't wait to get home to unwrap my present! Love ya!"I stood there speechless as my trapped cock and filling bladder told me I had a very long night ahead of me. But, a dare is a dare. I wonder how long I can hold on until the beer works its way through me!

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With that the line went dead, and I looked down at my confined dick, which at this point was swelled up, trying to burst out of its masking tape shield. What concern I had about the dare was completely overcome by the thought of my hot girlfriend making it "worth it."I grabbed the roll of tape, and slowly tried to force my dick between my legs. With my excitement, it took a bit of time, but I managed. Soon I was finished, and when I looked down, instead of seeing my dick, all I saw was a smooth, white, almost sexless, but strangly erotic crotch. Instead of my penis wanting to stay tucked away, it seemed to have a mind of its own and tried to make another appearance. I knew I needed more tape, so I grabbed a roll of 3 inch industrial grade masking tape. A few layers of that and I knew that I had completed my task for Alisia. I pulled up my shorts and pants, marveling at how different everything felt without my normal parts hanging around. As I drove home, every push of the pedals in the car sent new sensations through my body as my trapped penis tried to get used to a very confining situation.I pulled in the driveway and carefully climbed out of the car. As I got in the house, I plunked my keys on the kitchen table and listened to the one message on the answering machine.It was Alisia!"Hi darling! Since you are listening to this message, I know you've made it home. I hope you are enjoying your dare, because you're not quite done yet! I want to make sure that you really keep your jewels packed away until I get home so here is the rest of your dare. I want you to cover your crotch with 9 more layers of whatever you think will keep little Willy safe. Then when I get home, we can pretend its Christmas, and I can unwrap my present! Oh a few things before I hang up. Make sure you really cover everything. And to make things interesting, no potty breaks. And no cheating and playing with yourself darling! I want you primed and ready when I open my present!"When the message ended my dick almost popped out of its prison. Alisia was always full of kinky ideas, but this one definitely would win awards. The thought of her coming home and slowly "unwrapping" me sent shivers up my spine. Since I was already past the point of no return I figured I'd make it interesting for her. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, and headed to the basement workshop to get to work completing my dare.

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"Now I know we don't have a way to keep your beautiful dick protected, so we'll have to improvise today."Whenever she uses the word "improvise" I know that she has some wonderfully perverted idea in her head to torture me!"Honey, are you ready? I want you to take a roll of masking tape and completely encase your dick. Make sure you don't leave even an inch visible and make sure you cover the end too! We need to make sure we protect little Willy until I get home!"Alisia had really cooked up a crazy dare this time! I was almost too amazed to say anything. Luckily I didn't have too!"Ok honey. Take care of that task, and call me back as soon as you are finished! Love ya!"I could feel myself swelling in my pants as I grabbed a roll of masking tape. Good thing I had the office where I work all to myself when Alisia called.I pulled down my pants and boxer shorts and started wrapping tape around my quickly swelling penis. As I reached the tip, I remembered her instructions and placed a few strips over the tip. Then, just for good measure, I wrapped everything again. While I felt a little funny standing there with my dick covered in tape, pointing straight ahead like a hood ornament, I remembered Alisia's instructions and called her back.She answered on the first ring."Hi darling, here's the next part of your dare."I gulped. There was more? I think she sensed my apprehension."Don't worry dear, I'm only protecting my favorite sex toy, and it will be worth it for you when I get home tonight!"I relaxed a bit, ever conscious of my confined dick."Ok darling, here is the next part of your dare. I want to make sure that you don't find a way to get yourself too excited before I get home, so we're going to put your little package away for safekeeping. Just take some more tape, and pull little wrapped up Willy between your legs. I want to make sure that you can't get too excited with the rest of your dare! Once you complete this, head on home! Love ya!"

10 Layers

I am blessed with a very attractive and intelligent girlfriend who has a very active imagination, especially when it comes to sex and our little hobby of bondage. We don't get to see each other very much, since I work in the entertainment industry and she is the manager of a large retail store. So between our crazy schedules, we don't get a lot of time to play. But we've developed a game that we call "sexy dare" that keeps the fire burning even if we only see each other for a few hours every day. The rules are simple: if one of us says to the other that its time for a sexy dare, we accept the challenge, and we always complete the dare, no questions asked. We have a very trusting relationship and we've had a lot of fun exploring each other's secret desires as well as pushing our boundries in a sane and safe way.My girlfriend Alisia had just been the recipient of a "sexy dare" so when I heard my cell phone ring I had a feeling it was my turn. I grabbed the phone and hit the answer button in one quick motion. Before I could even say hello, I heard her sexy voice."Hi honey. It's your turn to complete a sexy dare. This is a bit complicated, so bear with me on this one, but I think you'll find the reward will be worth it!"With an introduction like that, I knew it would be an interesting dare for me! I could feel my dick swelling in my jeans as I waited for the rest of her instructions."Honey, I keep thinking about that sexy dare you made me do and it's been making me incredibly horny, so I want you to be horny with me. So, I've decided that your sexy dare is to wear a chastity belt until I get home."Hmmm, this could get very interesting! But my mind clicked back to reality since a chastity belt for me is not something in our collection of toys. We've talked about them at times, but budgets and the reality of life don't always allow for those things. I was about to tell her this when she interrupted.

1001 Night (4)

"Hmmm, your fruits are most savory and succulent. Does my nibbling sensually distress you?"I mumble an ecstatic agreement to his query. I fight the oncoming orgasm. I don't want this fantasy to end. It's too damned good! He lifts his head and turns to face me. "Resisting, I see. Hmmm. We'll just have to do something about that." He grunts with effort to reposition himself. Once again his face has blindly found mine. He plies my veiled and gagged mouth with kisses as he muses, "Perhaps if you were to look at me the way you did when serving up delectibles at the sultan's behest... but how?" He latches onto my blindfold with his teeth and tugs it from my eyes. I blink my way to focus and see his lean physique leaning over me with arms pinned behind his back. A wide black band of cloth leers down at me. The perfume of his perruque tickles my nose. I study the pursing of his sweet mouth as it sets up the next kiss. "I hope my magnificent form inspires you to aspiring toward the preferred state of titillation." My eyes beg for his beauty from within and without, but he can't see my longing. He leans down to nudge the veil and reach my mouth with hsi are lips. He softly kisses me through the gag. I moan. "Hmmm, love it when you do that."I feel the tip of his erect penis tip-toeing across my breasts. He moves to my right. "Let's see if we can get a handel on this development." His mouth skates along my arm to the restraint on my wrist. He works the knotted loop with his teeth until it loosens. "Your hand is free to stroke me, my love." I curl my fingers around the hot, throbbing flesh of his organ as he straddles me. I stroke up and down until he's to the point of cumming. He pulls away, scoots down, and lightly brushes my clit with the moistened tip.I can't stand it anymore. I cum, I cum, I cum. Before I realize it his hands are free and undoing the binds at my ankles. My legs are up and spread wide. His fingers tickle my clit while his mouth clamps upon the nipple of my right breast. His other hand pulls away the headdress to entwine fingers with silken strands of hair before pulling the gag from my mouth. Before I could utter my orgasmic cry, his mouth stopped mine in fitful determination. He burned through me like hot lead through butter. I swore I heard sizzling.

1001 Night (3)

"Blinded as I am I see," he murmurs. "But you are gagged beneath your veil." His lips press soft kisses over the fabric covering my mouth. I can hardly contain myself. "I'm not certain you can understand me, but I have been sent to arouse you with my lips and tongue. If I fail in my mission, then I fear we shall both meet our fates at the end of an executioner's axe. As I do not care to have my young life snuffed out in so cruel and barbaric a manner, I intend on coaxing the most volcanic eruption of erotic passion from deep within your stony vestibule." I groan longingly with each delicate suckle of his mouth along my neck and down my clavicle. His teeth nip teasingly at my nipples and send shivers through my body setting off a trill of jingles from the bells on my headdress. I writhe in the restraints as he pulls the veils from my body with his teeth then sets his mouth to my breasts, sucking them, licking them, prompting them to rise and swell with torturous pleasure. A shrill cry climbs past the gag. He moves his mouth to mine and blows gently, soothingly, "Shhhh! Easy now. We wouldn't want the sultan or his men thinking I was violating you. Not that I would be able."I could feel him trying to adjust himself in his self-bondage in order to find a more comfortable position. "Now, let's see go south of the border and explore the steamy jungles, shall we?"Hot kisses travel down my body to my pussy weeping with desire. He maneuvers his body a-stride mine and buries his face in between my quivering legs. I can hardly control myself under the ravagings of his masterful tongue and teeth upon my clit and labia. I struggle in vain hope to squeeze my legs together to enhance the sensation."Hmmm, your fruits are most savory and succulent. Does my nibbling sensually distress you?"I mumble an ecstatic agreement to his query. I fight the oncoming orgasm. I don't want this fantasy to end. It's too damned good!

1001 Night (2)

I hear soft jingles of tiny bells and bangles of a headdress. He pulls it on snugly over my crown then fastens a silky veil across the bridge of my nose. My breath anxiously billows the thin fabric in and out. Cool wisps of sheer material are laid over my exposed body. I have no idea what color they are or what they suggestively reveal, but I can imagine.\"The sultan has a plan. He has commissioned me with the temerarious task of penetrating the ice sheath encasing his concubine\'s sexual desire. However, it\'s not to be achieved as simply as my wooing her lips open with my charm and grace. No, he has laid down the gauntlet for a feat most unfeasible. As his interpreter explains to me, I am to be stripped naked, save for my perruque, and blindfolded with hands bound behind my back.\" I hear the rustle of clothes being removed as his soft, baritone voice with its polished Oxford tones continues the set up. \"He tells me that I will be brought into a room where the lovely lady in question will be found bound to a great bed. It is my job to wend my way to her then arouse her libido with naught but ministrations of lips and tongue. You can imagine my indignation and my reluctance.\" I hear him grunt with the exertion of binding his own hands behind his back. Don\'t ask me how he does this. He just does this. \"But I am overpowered and thrust into a chamber whose contents I know nothing of. I listen for a sound, a whimper, a breath, a movement, in order to direct myself.\" Picking up on this cue, I move my head setting off the tinkle of bangles and let out a muffled groan.\"\'Madam,\' I beseech, \'Are you unharmed? Know you who I am?\' I am not even sure she speaks my language, so I ask the same in the various dialects I know.\"I maunder a reply and jangle the bells once more.\"From the sounds of it,\" his voice grows closer, \"you are unable to speak. Fret not, madam, I have not been sent to harm you. In fact, I am utterly unable to lift a hand against you.\"I hear him bump into the side of the bed and feel his naked body sidle next to mine. My heart pounds. The veil on my face pulsates with my excitement. My loins throb and juice. \"There you are. let me sense you out and know of your condition.\" His lips brush over my torso, tripping lightly over my nipples. They glide on hot breath up to my neck and my mouth where they touch down briefly before brushing over my cheek and the blindfold banding my eyes.

1001 Nights

My kinky shrink boyfriend, who believes in acting out sexual fantasy, is never at a loss to conjure up exotic, erotic scenes for us to sexually explore. He has a series he calls \"1001 Nights\" as semi-based on the classic tale of Sheherazade, except his stories involve naughtier exploits of adventure.In this tale, he is dressed in the lace and silks of an 18th-century European diplomat, powdered perruque and all. (Yeah, he can afford such stuff.) He greets me at the door to his posh New York City high-rise apartment where he invites me into his master bedroom. I take a seat on the 4-poster bed. He pours me a glass of sherry. (Yeah, he\'s British, too.) I clink \"cheers\" with him and swallow it down. After three glasses, a flush runs to my cheeks. he kisses me and tells me to strip.Once naked, I take my position spread eagle across the bed. he tells tonight\'s story while he fastens my wrists and ankles with black bands of silk to the four corners of the bed then slips a blindfold over my eyes.\"Imagine you are in a distant time in a place far away, exotic and strange,\" he says with warm, Altoid-sweetened breath flowing across my face. \"You, my dear, are the latest addition to a sultan\'s harem, but you are unresponsive to his amorous intentions. In fact, he calls you his marble princess. \"Now, imagine me, the dashing foreign emissary. He\'s seen you eye me with a spark of desire through your veil as you served us both dates and muscatel. Ah, your veil. I\'ll attend to that in a moment, but first...\"I feel a smooth silk strip of cloth being strapped between my teeth and tied behind my head. He explains, \"Yes, his intent is to keep you bound, blind, and voiceless while he plots to melt away your hardened resolve with my hapless aid. Let\'s see to veiling you properly now.\"

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I lick rapidly, my stubble running along your legs and brushing against your vulva. My tongue dives deep inside you lapping quickly, then up and rapidly over your clitoris. I lick faster and faster, causing you to squirm and moan louder and louder. You grow closer and closer to your orgasm before I suddenly stop. You lie there panting, your body squirming. I lean in and whisper, "Not yet" into your ear before kissing you again.I untie your hands but leave you blind folded. You sit slightly, still panting and run your hands over my chest. You scratch down along me, until you reach my trousers. You unzip my flies and pull my manhood free. You begin slowly stroking and caressing it with one hand, while stroking over yourself with the other. It grows harder and hotter in your hand and I breathe faster. I pull the blindfold free and kiss you passionately. You pull me in closer and I wrap my arms round you. I slip between your legs, into you and you pant with pleasure. I begin thrusting against you as you lie on your back. I grow faster and faster as you begin to moan and squirm. I stop dead pinning you down with my body for a kiss as you squirm; with me inside. You blush and breathe faster and faster as I resume thrusting into you, deeper and quicker. Your hips rise and thrust against mine. Eventually after you can take no more, pleasure over comes you with your orgasm, shortly followed by mine as we writhe and grind against each other. We slow and I withdraw and lie beside you, holding you close. I kiss you again and we curl up together. We hold each other close and cuddle, happy and contented.

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You put your arms around my neck as I slip my hands back up. They slide along your side, up under both your shirts, lifting them together, upwards. Your shirts reach past your breasts as I caress your body. You lift your arms up pulling off your shirt, before pulling me in and kissing me, briefly. I stand and you stand with me, arms back round my neck. We move towards the bed, with your back towards it. I caress along your body, arms around your waist. I kiss you on the neck, and unfasten your jeans, the fall towards the floor. I sit you down on the bed, in just your socks and underwear. From a pocket I take out a silk blindfold and slip it over your eyes. I run my hand slowly down your cheek. Suddenly I quickly and briefly run my hand over your panties, between your legs causing you to gasp before I kiss you again.I take your hand and lift up, you stand up and begin to follow me. I lead out from that room, along a corridor, with cool wooden floors under your feet. I lead slowly, so you can comfortably follow even blindfolded. We very slowly descend some stairs and I lead you along a colder stone floored corridor. You hear a door open, and we pass through, before it closes behind you. The soles of your white socks now black with dust from the corridor. I lead you into the room and sit you down on what feels like a similar bed to the previous room. I lead you up the bed, until only your feet hang off the end. I caress along your body, and kiss your lips again. This is followed with kisses to your neck, collarbone and chest. You shiver a little, breathing quicker and blushing slightly. I undo your bra, removing it and freeing your breasts. I fondle one playfully before taking your right wrist and looping a silk scarf around it tying a knot in the scarf. I raise it above your head, and you feel a metal grill at the top of the bed, I slide the scarf through and take your left wrist, lightly binding it with the scarf. You squirm against the scarves but they keep you gently bound to the bed.My hands move along your body, sliding down over your exposed breasts, teasing the hardening nipples. Down past your waist and along your legs, slipping off your socks. I tickle you again, causing a smile and a giggle. You squirm a little on the bed. You hear a thud as I remove my jacket. I slip my hands back up your legs, slowly caressing you. I run my hand over your panties again, causing you to moan gently. My hand moves back and forth as my free hand begins to fondle your breasts, making you squirm and breathe faster. I stop, and slowly slide my thumbs under the sides of your panties, before slowly slipping them off, leaving you naked on the bed. I kiss your lips again and your feel the cool leather of my trousers against your side. I kiss your neck, then collar again. Then your right breast, before teasingly nibbling on the hardened nipple, before kissing your stomach. I kiss just above your sensitive areas, before suddenly licking deep along them.

A Short Tease

You are alone in a room. There's a door on one wall, but no windows. It's lit by a hanging light above. The floor is carpeted with a thick pile red rug and the walls are painted red, with a black ceiling. There are few furnishings, a large circular bed, with black silk sheets and a black fur throw, a large oak cupboard, chair and a small end table. The room is warm but not uncomfortably so and slightly smells of peppermint and tea. You are wearing a black t-shirt over a white long sleeve t-shirt, jeans and desert style boots. A light jacket lies discarded on the chair. You sit on the end of the bed, waiting for me to arrive.I enter, wearing a green Napoleonic military tunic, black leather combat trousers and purple leather boots, with tunic open and no shirt under it. My hair is tied back with ribbon and I've not shaved in a few days. You stand up and move towards me. I seize you up in a hug, lifting you partly off the ground. The door shuts behind us. You move to speak, but before you get a chance, I swing you round against the wall and kiss you, releasing the hug. You slide your hands under my tunic, running along my chest upwards. They reach up to my collarbones, when I break the kiss, taking your hands in one of mine and pinning them above your head. I kiss you again, holding your hands above you. I side my free hand along your body. It caresses along your side and your back, before I slip in under your jeans. My hand slides under your panties along your bare flesh. Skin against skin, gently stroking as I kiss deeply. You shiver at the touch of my cold hand.I break the kiss. You pant a little and try to speak, but I remove my hand from your trousers and put a finger against your lips. You nod as I kiss your neck, my stubble prickling a little. I release your hands and take one in mine gently and lead you over towards the chair, and silently motion towards it. You sit in the chair. I run my fingers gently through your hair and slide my hands down your body. I run them down your leg, stopping at the end to slide off your boot. You flex your toes inside your white sock as they are freed from the boot. I tickle it a little through the fabric, making you giggle. I then slip off the other boot.

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Holding his breath, he pushed in a bit further. Her cunt was so insanely tight, and if it weren't for her wetness, he wouldn't have been able to get up there at all. He could feel his head slip further and further inside of her pussy lips, until finally it popped inside of her cunt. Before he knew what was happening, he heard her moan louder as she pushed her hips back onto him, swallowing the entire 9 inches of his dick into her pussy. He couldn't stop himself from moaning as he felt his entire dick inside of her pussy, her cunt walls squeezing and contracting as though she were fully awake. He could still hear her snoring a bit, but it didn't matter. He pulled his dick out slowly, and pushed it in just as slow, letting it slide all the way inside of her again. She responded equally, pushing her hips back against him as he pushed inside of her. That was the final straw, as he started a steady pace inside of her. Her moans increased as he continued fucking deep inside of her cunt, and her hips bucked backward with an urgency that he had never felt before. "She must be awake," he managed to think as he was fucking her, but before he could think of a way to make sure, she pulled her hips off of his dick and turned to face him, eyes open, and that sly grin on her lips. "Christine... I..." He didn't quite know what to say, and as the color ran out of his face, she finally spoke to him."I thought you were a boy scout," she murmured, lowering her hands down her body and pushing her panties down off of her. All he could do was watch as she threw the covers off of them, pushing him on his back and straddling him. "Is this what you pictured me doing to that black guy?" she asked demurely, her cunt resting on his stomach. He couldn't manage to say anything but "Ungh". Chuckling, she shifted her hips down to his penis, letting it slip deep inside of her again. She writhed in pleasure at the feeling of being completely filled, a loud moan escaping her lips as she began to ride him with reckless abandon. His cock slipped deep in and out of her as she bucked her hips, continually upping the pace. "Oh, fuck... Fuck... Me... Fuck... Me... Pete... Fuck me! Oh!" "God, I'm gonna cum! Fuck!" Pete could only manage to shout as he pushed his hips up against hers creating a force that drove the both of them over the brink. She screamed out as her orgasm hit, her cunt muscles squeezing tightly around his dick, milking him for all he was worth. He couldn't hold out long against her, and finally let loose his cum, shooting ounces of the stuff deep inside of her cunt. He could see nothing but pleasure as he came, tangible pleasure that he could reach out and grab if he weren't so busy fucking. Finally, as his orgasm began to subside, he opened his eyes and watched her still seated atop him. Her body was shuddering with the force, finally beginning to calm down. She fell down on top of him, her perfect breasts pushing against his chest through her nightshirt, and kissed him on the lips. He returned it half-heartedly, drained of almost all energy. Even with her still atop him, he felt himself drifting off to sleep again. The last thing he managed to hear from her was "I knew you would..." before sinking into a long and satisfying sleep.When he awoke, she was laying beside him in the same position she had started in, still wearing her nightshirt, and upon further inspection, still wearing her panties. "Was it all a dream?" he found himself wondering. He would have to wait for her to wake up to ask. He would also have to ask if she really -had- cheated on her boyfriend.If she had, then he felt glad that he got to share what that guy had. Quietly, he got out of his bed and dressed himself.

A Silent Stimulation (5)

He could hardly believe his misfortune. Here he was, a teenager with a raging hard-on, sleeping next to an insanely beautiful girl whom he wasn't allowed any access to.... Or was he?He let the minutes pass by, waiting for her to fall asleep. As she begin to eminate cute little snores in her breathing pattern, he let his eyes slide fully open. She was facing away from him, turned on her side with her hands under her head. He moved his own body just a tad closer, and stopped when he felt his rock-hard penis hit the crack of her tight little ass. Immediately, he pulled his hips back a little, not wanting to wake her. Just the thought of entering her from behind had overcharged his batteries, and he knew there was no way he could keep himself from trying anything. Slowly, he let his hips fall forward again, the head of his dick slipping out of the hole in his boxers and pressing against the taut panty fabric that stretched a bit between her asscheeks.Waiting just one moment more, he pushed gently further, his head moving into the curves of her ass. He almost felt as though he were being sucked between them. Getting bolder, he slid his dick over her ass a little, the warmth of her skin pulsing below the soft fabric. He slid it lower along her crack, until his dick was in the space between her legs, pushing up against her cunt. It was all he could do to hold back from grabbing her hips and fucking her brains out, but he maintained his cool. If he was going to do this, he would do it right. Methodically, he slid his dick back and forth along her cunt, waiting for a reaction. He didn't have to wait long, as a small moan came from her lips. He stopped for a second, waiting to see if she would wake up. Miraculously, she didn't. Her small snores went right along with her soft moans of subconscious pleasure. A grin spread along his lips as he pushed a bit harder, putting more friction between his dick and her cunt as he rubbed along her panties. Before long, he could feel her cunt start to moisten, her juices soaking through her panties. She was driving him out of his mind, and he knew he was going to cum before long. In a spur-of-the-moment decision, he decided to pull off a big risk. Under the covers, he snaked his arm around her hips, lowering his hand to the clef between her legs. His fingers moved about just a bit, seeking the edge of her panties. He heard a few more soft moans coming from her, and he decided he'd better act quick. His fingers slowly pulled aside the fabric, exposing her cunt to his dick. He pushed his hips up a bit, in anticipation of her skin. What he got was more than he bargained for, as he almost came on the spot. Her slit was soaking wet, and soft as velvet without the panties in the way. Without any second thought, he pushed the head of his dick up, just barely entering her pussy lips. Almost immediately, he heard a low, aroused growl escape her throat.

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"Would you mind terribly if I stayed here for a week or two, until I can find another pad?"He tilted his head in a small nod, smiling. "'Course you can. I could use the company."Her face brightened at this, offering a small smile of her own. "You don't have to sleep on the floor or anything; I trust you to keep your hands to yourself." He couldn't quite place it, but for a brief second, he would've sworn he could see a small glint of something in her eyes. After a moment, he just passed it off as nothing."I won't slip you anything that you won't take willingly. Scout's honor."Her smile turned to a sly grin as she stood up from her chair, moving to his open closet and pulling down one of his shirts off of a hanger. "I never did trust the scouts, myself." With that, she turned and stepped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Pete's grin had slowly faded as he stood up, looking at his wall clock. 11:45 PM. He'd have to get some sleep in if he wanted to make it to his 9 AM class in a good mood. Without hesitation, he stripped off his black sweatshirt and the plain white t-shirt underneath it, revealing a body that wasn't quite buffed out, but wasn't at all shabby either. His blue Levi jeans were tossed aside as he slid under his covers with nothing but his boxers on. Before letting his head hit the pillow, he called out. "I'm goin' to bed, Chrissy. Hit the lights when you come out." He heard a muffled reply, but didn't bother to decode it as his head hit the pillow. His eyes slipped closed, and what seemed like ten minutes slipped by. Just as he was starting to doze off, a small moan made its way to his ears. His eyes slid open, perking his ears up a bit to listen closer. What was that? Another moan, more insistant, sounded out. His eyes widened in a combination of excitement and horror. "Oh my god, she's masturbating in my bathroom!" he thought to himself. He started to pick his head up a bit more to hear better, but the bathroom door flew open before he could. He immediately narrowed his eyes to tiny little slits, feigning sleep. Through his eyelashes, he could see her come out of the bathroom, wearing one of his white undershirts. It was long enough to cover her hips, but from his vantage, he could see the pink cotton of her panties. Almost instantly, his penis came alive, but he made sure to keep playing the sleeper. She stared at him silently, as though she were trying to see if he was really awake. Finally, satisfied that he was asleep, she walked towards the bed and slipped beneath the covers next to him. As she got into bed, he could see her nightshirt riding up a bit on her creamy upper thighs, allowing him to get a glimpse of the dark patch of hair behind her pink panties before she pulled the covers over herself.

A Silent Stimulation (3)

Pete looked up from his table as she exited the bathroom, smiling subconsciously. He had always had a fondness for Christine. The fact that she had a perfect body was only a bonus on top of the fact that she had a great personality. She had a slim frame, with just the right curve of the hips. He never knew if the way her hips swayed when she walked was intentional or natural. He only knew that it was arousing in a way he had never known before. Her breasts, however, were what he loved most about her. Perfect little globes, both of them round and perky with an appealing slope to them. They weren\'t large by any stretch of the imagination, but they complimented her small frame quite nicely. He caught himself mentally undressing her as she walked towards him, that little hip-shake in action, but immediately stopped himself. She was there for comfort, not to be eye-candy. As she sat down across from him, he flipped on the radio to an easy listening station, the volume turned down low enough to hear over. \"I suppose a broken nail didn\'t stain your pretty face so bad. You wanna tell me what happened?\"Christine shook her head, causing a loose strand of hair to fall from her ponytail, framing the side of her face. Seeing her there before him almost broke his heart. What could\'ve happened to make this beautiful creature fall apart at the seams? She spoke quietly. \"It\'s not important, really... James thinks I\'m having an affair on him.\"\"That\'s ridiculous.\"\"I know, but he says he saw me having sex on the commons with a black guy. I was in classes all day, so I don\'t know who he thinks he saw.\"Pete couldn\'t help but take a moment to picture that. Her beautiful body, bare in the afternoon sunlight, gently rocking back and forth upon a long, hard shaft. He could picture her face, eyes closed, soft lips parted as she moaned in a manner that was almost innocent. He mentally kicked himself for even thinking it, but he couldn\'t quite shake the image. \"He knows better than that. You\'d never cheat on him.\"She nodded briefly, waving a hand before her. \"I don\'t really want to talk about it right now, but there is something else you can do for me.\"His mind raced with the extravagant possibilities, but he settled for asking, \"Yes?\"

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Only a few moments later, she could hear someone approaching from behind. Not about to take any chances, she tensed herself for the impending attack. She kept her head in her arms, listening to the soft footsteps as they neared her... Slower, slower still, and finally stopped. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, and nearly lost her mind when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder. Screaming, she leapt up as though a tiger on the offensive, lashing out with a hard slap. \"Don\'t you touch me!\"The figure recoiled as the smack resounded over the empty field. \"Ow, Jesus! It\'s me!\" he cried out, but to no avail, as she was drawing her hand back for another slap. He managed to grab her wrist before she could launch her attack, and made her head up to look at him. As their eyes made contact, he shouted again. \"It\'s me! It\'s Pete! Get ahold of yourself, doll!\"Realizing that it\'s not her boyfriend, her rage turns to vulnerability as she wraps her arms around him, sobbing freely into his chest. He almost laughes as she does this, not quite knowing how to react. Choking back his natural reaction, he lets his arms fall freely around her, holding her against him. \"Shh... It\'s alright. Whatever happens, I\'m here now.\"Once in Pete\'s dorm, Christine had a chance to fix herself. She looked at herself in the mirror again, fixing her long, blonde hair in a loose ponytail. Her hand wandered down to the hem of her \"colored cotton shirt\", as James had referred to it. Thinking of it almost made her break down again, but she managed to find the strength to swallow back the tears. Quickly, she fixed herself to appear at least mildly presentable, straightening her shirt and brushing the few wrinkles out of her long flowing skirt.

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Only a few moments later, she could hear someone approaching from behind. Not about to take any chances, she tensed herself for the impending attack. She kept her head in her arms, listening to the soft footsteps as they neared her... Slower, slower still, and finally stopped. She swallowed back a lump in her throat, and nearly lost her mind when she felt a hand grasp her shoulder. Screaming, she leapt up as though a tiger on the offensive, lashing out with a hard slap. \"Don\'t you touch me!\"The figure recoiled as the smack resounded over the empty field. \"Ow, Jesus! It\'s me!\" he cried out, but to no avail, as she was drawing her hand back for another slap. He managed to grab her wrist before she could launch her attack, and made her head up to look at him. As their eyes made contact, he shouted again. \"It\'s me! It\'s Pete! Get ahold of yourself, doll!\"Realizing that it\'s not her boyfriend, her rage turns to vulnerability as she wraps her arms around him, sobbing freely into his chest. He almost laughes as she does this, not quite knowing how to react. Choking back his natural reaction, he lets his arms fall freely around her, holding her against him. \"Shh... It\'s alright. Whatever happens, I\'m here now.\"Once in Pete\'s dorm, Christine had a chance to fix herself. She looked at herself in the mirror again, fixing her long, blonde hair in a loose ponytail. Her hand wandered down to the hem of her \"colored cotton shirt\", as James had referred to it. Thinking of it almost made her break down again, but she managed to find the strength to swallow back the tears. Quickly, she fixed herself to appear at least mildly presentable, straightening her shirt and brushing the few wrinkles out of her long flowing skirt.

A Silent Stimulation

Christine looked at herself in the mirror. Her pretty face was the color of creme, her tears streaming around the gentle curve of her chin and dripping onto the porcelain sink. Why was she made to suffer so much humiliation, she thought to herself. Before she had a chance to answer herself mentally, however, the bathroom door burst open and James strode in.\"You cheating cunt,\" James shouted, \"I\'m not finished talking to you! Did you think you\'d get away with it forever?\" His broad shoulders heaved with anxiety, and his charcoal-black hair hung in his face, a few strands plastered to his brow by the spreading perspiration. \"James, please! I don\'t know what you\'re talking about!\"\"The fuck you don\'t! I -saw- you out my window, you with your cotton shirt laying next to you, your black skirt up around your slutting hips, and your pretty fucking pink panties around your fucking ankle!\" His face was turning crimson, and his eyes bore into hers like daggers. \"You were letting that nigger guy pound your pussy, right out in the open where I could see!\"At this, she could feel her dam of hatred burst. \"I don\'t know what the -fuck- you\'re talking about, Jimmy! I\'ve been in classes all day, and the only time I\'ve had to fuck -anyone- was you at lunchtime!\" She stopped to take a frantic breath, matching James\'s stare as she continued, her grey-green eyes burning holes into his. \"If you think I would -ever- be a little whore like that to anyone but you, then you can go fuck yourself!\"Before James could respond, she pushed past him and ran out of the bathroom, out of their dorm room, and down the hall. She was only acutely aware of the tears that were streaming down her face as she pushed past the few people who were chumming around the building\'s exit. She ran for what seemed like hours, crossing the commons and not stopping until she reached the edge of the far fields. Finally, exhausted both mentally and physically, she sat down at one of the few picnic benches nearby, lowered her head onto the formica surface, and sobbed into her arms.

Yes Sir (10)

Standing quickly I tottered into the kitchen on my high heels and retrieved a small bottle of vegetable oil. Without saying a word, I poured a small amount in to my hand and began to massage it into his returning erection. Ron closed his eyes and sighed heavily. His dick was now fully erect again and his hips were grinding up to meet each stroke of my hand. "I think I'll fuck you right here on the floor, " he said. "Get on all fours cunt."Kicking off my panties, I immediately got on all fours and arched my ass in the air as high as it would go. Lowering my head gave him even more access and the cool air of the room swirled around my red hot ass. Ron got behind me and put both hands on my hips. I curled both feet around his legs and pulled at him, beckoning him to take my sissy cherry. His oily hard dick found its target and he began pushing into me. I had used dildos many times before and knew the best thing to do was to relax and take it all in one shot. As Ron's dick lined up against my asshole, I took a deep breath, relaxed and shoved back. The whole length of it hit home and his balls slapped against mine. Ron let out a deep grunt and mumbled something about 'so much for taking it easy the first time' and then began to slowly ease back out of me. The pain was already subsiding and as he shoved forward again, the tip of his cock began its long massage of my prostate. His paced quickened and I could hear him breathing heavily. When I could, I would clinch my sissy ass lips down on his cock and give him an extra squeeze. Every time I did, it was spurring on a horse as his pace quickened and the thrusts became more violent. He lasted much longer this time but after a good hard fucking, he announced that he was going to cum and pulled out. I quickly spun around and began jacking his cock towards my open mouth. I was going to taste it this time. Rope after rope of jism exploded into my mouth and his hand held onto a clump of my sweaty hair. After the last dribble of cum fell, Ron collapsed into the chair behind him and I crawled forward with my open mouth leaking cum and drool. Grabbing his spent tool, I spit the cum back onto it and began licking it off, swirling it around in my mouth. Gathering it all up at the head, I swallowed it all and then deep throated him, tasting my own ass mixed with his cum. My ass was sore in all of the right ways and the taste in my mouth had my own cock leaking. "I don' think I can cum again right now," Ron said. "But I have an idea for you. Stand up and turn around.""Yes sir," I replied and did as I was told.Ron came up behind me and stuck two fingers in my oily ass. I jumped slightly but took them both all the way to the last knuckle. "Jerk off into my hand," he said holding his other hand in front of my own straining cock. "And then I'm going to make you eat that too."I began jerking my own cock quickly and within seconds, I dumped the biggest load I had ever blown into his hand. "Now, lick it up," he said.Having cum, the demons had subsided and I no longer felt quite as unhinged. I stared at the handful of cum and hesitated."Bend over," he said, and I bent over putting my face closer to the pile of jizz. "Lick."I hesitated still.I heard clothes rustling behind me and then heard a whooshing sound right before the belt made contact with my poor abused ass."I said lick it up you fucking cum slut," he said. The belt fell again and I yelped.But still I didn't. The next blow landed harder and the next one harder than that. Finally, as the fire on my cheeks reached too high a temperature, I sobbed, "Yes, sir" and began eating my cum out of his hand. The whole time my tongue dug through the calluses in his hand, the belt continued to fly.

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"Holy shit," was all Ron could manage to say.I remained kneeling in front of him with his cock in my mouth. I had hoped to actually taste the cum but in his exuberance, he had dumped his entire load down my throat. I licked at some of the cum remnants near the tip.Ron stood up suddenly and walked quickly to the bathroom. There I could hear him peeing. I remained on my knees and looked around the living room. Nothing seemed real. Nothing seemed relevant.Ron returned and sat down heavily in the chair. "Wow," he finally exhaled. "That was fucking amazing."Having just sucked my first cock, I wasn't sure what to do next. But Ron was becoming more comfortable with the whole situation."Well," he said and spread his legs apart, "get your little slut ass up here over my knee.""Yes sir," I smiled. Before bending over his knee, I pulled my panties down to my knees and my dress up around the small of my back. Ron grabbed the back of my hair as I leaned over and before I could even get settled, blows were beginning to reign down on my ass cheeks. As each loud pop filled the air, my own throbbing hard on drove down between his clenched thighs. "Count'm slut, you're getting twenty."I counted aloud but was so amped by the whole experience I didn't really feel any of them. At the end of 20, the heat was spreading through my ass and his rough callused hand began to caress each cheek. Moving my ass back and forth and grinding against his hand with my ass and against his crotch with mine, I soon felt a finger begin to explore my back door."You're a tight little bitch," he said and rammed one home dry. I groaned in pleasure as he began to dry fuck me with his finger. "We better get some lube though or I'll make a mess of you."

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I sank to my knees and then said softly in a more effeminate voice, "While you're processing all of this, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes."Ron was up like a shot and shucking clothes like he was on fire. In less than a minute, he stood before me buck naked with a throbbing erection. I was hoping that he had a huge cock but one that wasn't so big that it would tear me in half. His cock was roughly the size of mine except maybe an inch shorter and a little less wide. I patted the seat cushion and Ron sat back down. I scooted closer and put a hand on each of his knees."I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to pull it out of my ass and stick it in my mouth when you cum. Make me lick it off. Clean it for you. I want you to spank me. First over your knee, then with your belt. I want to feel your hands on the back of my head pushing me down when I suck you. I'll lick your balls. I'll lick your ass. I am your filthy little slut tonight Master. And for the rest of the evening, the only thing I plan on saying is, 'Yes sir.'"With that I leaned forward and engulfed as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I had planned on being seductive about it and licking the head and nibbling the shaft... but when it came time to do it, I just wanted to know what it was like to have a mouthful of dick.Ron's hands immediately found the back of my head and his hips began to writhe up and down. I had never sucked a cock before so I concentrated on keeping my lips pulled over my teeth. With one hand I stroked the shaft and with the other one, I played with his overloaded balls. Every so often, he would push hard on the back of my head and I would go all the way down. His cock wasn't long enough to choke me but it did go all the way to the back of my throat. My head bobbed up and down and his cock continued to get harder in my mouth. One hand continued to work the shaft and the balls in my other hand started to contract. As they loaded up approaching orgasm, I slid the tip of one finger back and ran it across the outside of his asshole. The hand on the back of my head pushed hard again, I felt his legs tighten and soon shot after shot of semen flew into my throat.

Yes Sir (7)

In the bedroom, I unlocked the storage container with all of my sissy clothes. Quickly I undressed and began picking out what to wear. My rock hard 7 inches throbbed with every heartbeat. This is either going to be incredible or incredibly awful I thought as I began to dress.First, the garters and black thigh highs with the line up the back. Then the black lace panties over those. Next I slipped on my 5 inch black stilettos with the little black ankle straps. On went my little one piece black dress. I thought about tucking my cock back but decided against it. Instead I let the front of my dress stand at attention and thought this might provide sufficient bait. I knew Ron had said over drunken conversations that he liked his lays to be manly but given his limited options here in Smalltown, USA and the fact that he had a buzz on... well... I hoped he took me up on my proposal or I'd have to leave town or fake my own death. Or both.I walked carefully down the hallway, holding on to the sides of the wall so that I didn't stumble in my fuck me pumps. I was tall and thin and many women had told me over the years that I had a nice ass. My face wasn't quite passable but I figured that would work to my advantage tonight.As I rounded the corner into the living room, I stopped and leaned against the corner, cocking my ass off to the side. Ron looked up and froze in mid sip. His eyes were wide and his breathing stopped for a second. "Here's the deal," I said, trying not to let my voice waiver. "If you tell ANYBODY about this, I'll flat out deny it and tell everyone you're a liar. And then I'll probably have to kick your ass later." Ron remained motionless."However," I said as I walked closer to him, "if you accept my terms, you're probably in for a very fun night.""What are the terms?" Ron said quickly."Well," I began, "it's a pretty simple deal. You tell no one. There is no kissing. I do not want you to suck my dick, I do not want to fuck your ass. This is a one time deal unless I approach you again. Other than that," I said with a smile, "you can pretty much have what you want."Ron swallowed hard. "Uh... sure. I had no idea... ""And we're going to keep it that way for everyone else," I said as I cut him off. "Also, since we all just signed up for life insurance at work... and had to take an AIDS test... which you passed, yes?"Ron nodded yes."Then tonight, you can fuck me bareback."Ron's mind was working so hard to keep up that I thought that I actually saw smoke come from his ears.""But I would prefer that you cum in my mouth. I've always fantasized about what it would be like to have a big hard cock shooting wad after wad into my mouth."Ron didn't move. He didn't know what to do next. I continued to 'top from the bottom'.I sank to my knees and then said softly in a more effeminate voice, "While you're processing all of this, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes."

Yes Sir (6)

The JD warmed my stomach but my mind remained on the porn sites. The thought kept cycling through my head, 'what if I had been wearing my lingerie and playing with my toys when Ron came by? What if he hadn't knocked and just walked right in?'Ron wasn't attractive or unattractive. He was just a guy that I knew. And for the most part, I just like being with girls. But, here was Ron and it had been too long for me. I also knew that in this small town, he was also pretty desperate for some action... or at least that's all he usually talked about once he was really liquored up.Several times during the movie we had to stop and freshen up our highballs. They were going down smooth and the movie was entertaining. By the time the movie ended, I had a healthy buzz and the demons were whispering louder in my ear.The back of my neck felt hot as I spoke. "You know Ron, I've got something in the back of the trailer that I've never shown anyone before. I think you might appreciate it though. If you can keep a secret.""If it's something illegal," Ron said as he crunched a piece of ice, "I don't want to know anything about it.""Nothing illegal," I promised. "But it will take me some time to dig it out of where I have it hid. Why don't you check out the extra features on the DVD while I go get it."Ron shrugged alright and started thumbing through the DVD menu."But remember, NOBODY can know about this."Ron made the locking key motion across his mouth and then drained his drink. My heart felt like it was about to explode. My hands trembled slightly and my brain was working overtime trying to process the risks versus the rewards. The whiskey was working its magic and the hellhounds in my mind were way off the porch.

Yes Sir (5)

With that I leaned forward and engulfed as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I had planned on being seductive about it and licking the head and nibbling the shaft... but when it came time to do it, I just wanted to know what it was like to have a mouthful of dick.Ron\'s hands immediately found the back of my head and his hips began to writhe up and down. I had never sucked a cock before so I concentrated on keeping my lips pulled over my teeth. With one hand I stroked the shaft and with the other one, I played with his overloaded balls. Every so often, he would push hard on the back of my head and I would go all the way down. His cock wasn\'t long enough to choke me but it did go all the way to the back of my throat. I\'ve been meaning to write this story for some time. It could have easily happened had I taken the initiative but instead, I chickened out. It remains a favorite fantasy of \'what if\' though. I hope you enjoy.Saturday evening and I\'m sitting in the living room of my small mobile home. Nothing to do but cruise the porn sites on-line. The usual buttons are being pushed on my libido and I find myself looking at the strap-on dommes sites, the crossdressing, bi, shemales, fucking, sucking, licking. The computer desk sits across the room from the front door, the front door that has the little tiny trailer front window in it. I don\'t know if anyone can see in but I\'m not expecting company so fuck it. Pants pulled down, cock in one hand, mouse in the other.I\'m stroking it slow and enjoying a movie clip. A beautiful black haired shemale is on all fours getting fucked in the ass. Her legs wrap around the stud behind her, high heels pointed up.I nearly jump out of my skin when there\'s a knock at the front door. Pants fly up, window closes, boner gets tucked to the side. Who the fuck is this? And does my shirt cover the huge erection jutting out of my left pants pocket?I go to the door. It\'s Ron. He\'s about half in the bag as usual. He waves a DVD case in the air and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. \"You\'ve GOT to see this movie. It is the funniest thing I\'ve ever seen. And as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to bring it over for you to watch.\"My heart was still racing and my erection was subsiding. \"Uh, yeah sure.\" What was I going to say? \'No, I\'m busy looking at porn, come back in 20 minutes..\'Ron busied himself loading the DVD player while I fixed us both a cocktail. \"Where\'s everybody else tonight?\" I asked Ron.\"Out of town, other stuff, who cares... this movie is fucking hilarious.\"Being a small living room in a small mobile home, I only had room for two chairs. Ron took one and I took the other. The movie started and Ron and I sipped our drinks.The thing I haven\'t mentioned yet about Ron is that he\'s one of the few openly gay men that I know. We\'ve worked at the same company for about year and through various bar outings, camping trips, etc, I had gotten to be decent friends with the guy.The JD warmed my stomach but my mind remained on the porn sites. The thought kept cycling through my head, \'what if I had been wearing my lingerie and playing with my toys when Ron came by? What if he hadn\'t knocked and just walked right in?\'

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"And we're going to keep it that way for everyone else," I said as I cut him off. "Also, since we all just signed up for life insurance at work... and had to take an AIDS test... which you passed, yes?"Ron nodded yes."Then tonight, you can fuck me bareback."Ron's mind was working so hard to keep up that I thought that I actually saw smoke come from his ears.""But I would prefer that you cum in my mouth. I've always fantasized about what it would be like to have a big hard cock shooting wad after wad into my mouth."Ron didn't move. He didn't know what to do next. I continued to 'top from the bottom'.I sank to my knees and then said softly in a more effeminate voice, "While you're processing all of this, why don't you go ahead and take off your clothes."Ron was up like a shot and shucking clothes like he was on fire. In less than a minute, he stood before me buck naked with a throbbing erection. I was hoping that he had a huge cock but one that wasn't so big that it would tear me in half. His cock was roughly the size of mine except maybe an inch shorter and a little less wide. I patted the seat cushion and Ron sat back down. I scooted closer and put a hand on each of his knees."I want you to fuck my mouth. I want you to fuck my ass. I want you to pull it out of my ass and stick it in my mouth when you cum. Make me lick it off. Clean it for you. I want you to spank me. First over your knee, then with your belt. I want to feel your hands on the back of my head pushing me down when I suck you. I'll lick your balls. I'll lick your ass. I am your filthy little slut tonight Master. And for the rest of the evening, the only thing I plan on saying is, 'Yes sir.'"With that I leaned forward and engulfed as much of his cock into my mouth as I could. I had planned on being seductive about it and licking the head and nibbling the shaft... but when it came time to do it, I just wanted to know what it was like to have a mouthful of dick.

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In the bedroom, I unlocked the storage container with all of my sissy clothes. Quickly I undressed and began picking out what to wear. My rock hard 7 inches throbbed with every heartbeat. This is either going to be incredible or incredibly awful I thought as I began to dress.First, the garters and black thigh highs with the line up the back. Then the black lace panties over those. Next I slipped on my 5 inch black stilettos with the little black ankle straps. On went my little one piece black dress. I thought about tucking my cock back but decided against it. Instead I let the front of my dress stand at attention and thought this might provide sufficient bait. I knew Ron had said over drunken conversations that he liked his lays to be manly but given his limited options here in Smalltown, USA and the fact that he had a buzz on... well... I hoped he took me up on my proposal or I'd have to leave town or fake my own death. Or both.I walked carefully down the hallway, holding on to the sides of the wall so that I didn't stumble in my fuck me pumps. I was tall and thin and many women had told me over the years that I had a nice ass. My face wasn't quite passable but I figured that would work to my advantage tonight.As I rounded the corner into the living room, I stopped and leaned against the corner, cocking my ass off to the side. Ron looked up and froze in mid sip. His eyes were wide and his breathing stopped for a second. "Here's the deal," I said, trying not to let my voice waiver. "If you tell ANYBODY about this, I'll flat out deny it and tell everyone you're a liar. And then I'll probably have to kick your ass later." Ron remained motionless."However," I said as I walked closer to him, "if you accept my terms, you're probably in for a very fun night.""What are the terms?" Ron said quickly."Well," I began, "it's a pretty simple deal. You tell no one. There is no kissing. I do not want you to suck my dick, I do not want to fuck your ass. This is a one time deal unless I approach you again. Other than that," I said with a smile, "you can pretty much have what you want."Ron swallowed hard. "Uh... sure. I had no idea... "

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Being a small living room in a small mobile home, I only had room for two chairs. Ron took one and I took the other. The movie started and Ron and I sipped our drinks.The thing I haven't mentioned yet about Ron is that he's one of the few openly gay men that I know. We've worked at the same company for about year and through various bar outings, camping trips, etc, I had gotten to be decent friends with the guy.The JD warmed my stomach but my mind remained on the porn sites. The thought kept cycling through my head, 'what if I had been wearing my lingerie and playing with my toys when Ron came by? What if he hadn't knocked and just walked right in?'Ron wasn't attractive or unattractive. He was just a guy that I knew. And for the most part, I just like being with girls. But, here was Ron and it had been too long for me. I also knew that in this small town, he was also pretty desperate for some action... or at least that's all he usually talked about once he was really liquored up.Several times during the movie we had to stop and freshen up our highballs. They were going down smooth and the movie was entertaining. By the time the movie ended, I had a healthy buzz and the demons were whispering louder in my ear.The back of my neck felt hot as I spoke. "You know Ron, I've got something in the back of the trailer that I've never shown anyone before. I think you might appreciate it though. If you can keep a secret.""If it's something illegal," Ron said as he crunched a piece of ice, "I don't want to know anything about it.""Nothing illegal," I promised. "But it will take me some time to dig it out of where I have it hid. Why don't you check out the extra features on the DVD while I go get it."Ron shrugged alright and started thumbing through the DVD menu."But remember, NOBODY can know about this."Ron made the locking key motion across his mouth and then drained his drink. My heart felt like it was about to explode. My hands trembled slightly and my brain was working overtime trying to process the risks versus the rewards. The whiskey was working its magic and the hellhounds in my mind were way off the porch.

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I\\\'ve been meaning to write this story for some time. It could have easily happened had I taken the initiative but instead, I chickened out. It remains a favorite fantasy of \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'what if\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\' though. I hope you enjoy.Saturday evening and I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m sitting in the living room of my small mobile home. Nothing to do but cruise the porn sites on-line. The usual buttons are being pushed on my libido and I find myself looking at the strap-on dommes sites, the caused crossdressing, caused bi, shemales, fucking, sucking, licking. The computer desk sits across the room from the front door, the front door that has the little tiny trailer front window in it. I don\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'t know if anyone can see in but I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m not expecting company so fuck it. Pants pulled down, cock in one hand, mouse in the other.I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m stroking it slow and enjoying a movie clip. A beautiful black haired shemale is on all fours getting fucked in the ass. Her legs wrap around the stud behind her, high heels pointed up.I nearly jump out of my skin when there\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s a knock at the front door. Pants fly up, window closes, boner gets tucked to the side. Who the fuck is this? And does my shirt cover the huge erection jutting out of my left pants pocket?I go to the door. It\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s Ron. He\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s about half in the bag as usual. He waves a DVD case in the air and a bottle of Jack Daniels in the other. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"You\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'ve GOT to see this movie. It is the funniest thing I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'ve ever seen. And as soon as I saw it, I knew I had to bring it over for you to watch.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"My heart was still racing and my erection was subsiding. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Uh, yeah sure.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" What was I going to say? \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'No, I\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'m busy looking at porn, come back in 20 minutes..\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'Ron busied himself loading the DVD player while I fixed us both a cocktail. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Where\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\'s everybody else tonight?\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\" I asked Ron.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"Out of town, other stuff, who cares... this movie is fucking hilarious.\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\"

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Jorge explained that unless Anne/Paul became his 'girlfriend' she might be vulnerable to the attentions of other men. Also it would damage Jorge's reputation if anyone knew he had fallen for a man-in-a-dress. There was one more thing.'Even now I know your secret Anne, I still cant get rid of the feeling I have for you. So long as you don't change the way you treat me I would like to look after you.'They both smiled and hugged.The next day Jorge and Anne walked around own together. He met her after work, where she was careful not to overdo the flirting. He walked her home. He came in.'Tonight I make you mine' he whispered.And they began to make love. Tenderly Jorge caressed and stroked his girlfriend's body. Nervously at first Anne responded. Gently they undressed. Paul felt very self-conscious with the breasts still attached and his cock beginning to respond, but Jorge was careful to avoid his cock as he ran his hands up and down.Soon his hands were stroking Anne's bum, sliding a finger along between the cheeks. The part of Anne that thought as Paul fought with fear and revulsion.The part of Paul that thought as Anne submitted willingly to her lover's touch.Anne felt the cold touch of the lubricated finger at the puckered hole of her arse. She felt the gentle pressure as it circled round, sliding, almost imperceptibly, further inside. Anne moaned with pleasure. Encouraged, Jorge began to slide his finger in and out, further each time, varying the pace and depth of each movement. He pulled out his finger. Anne felt a twinge of disappointment. Then the finger was replaced by something much thicker. Anne willed herself to take it, to take it all as far as she could. Gently Jorge eased his cock into Anne's tight arse. H gripped her hips tightly, thrusting forward, moaning with pleasure as her tight hole gripped his cock. Anne became almost numb, like a rag-doll, being tossed about. Noisily Jorge reached his climax, shooting his cum up Anne's bum. He pulled out, kissed her tenderly and left, saying 'I'll see you tomorrow.'Anne lay there, with cum dribbling from her arse and cried, because he had gone.Paul lay there, with cum dribbling from his arse and cried from confusion.

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Terrified Anne was helpless as they ripped her blouse and tore at her skirt. In her head the worry about what they would do when they discovered 'her' secret was worse than being so roughly handled. Tears streamed down her face as her skirt was ripped off.Suddenly there was a scuffle and shouting. Anne lay there terrified, sobbing bitterly.A hand touched her shoulder and she flinched still terrified.'Hey Anne. It's ok. It's me. Jorge. I sorted them out for you. I'll look after you.'Filled with happiness they hugged. Jorge handed Anne her skirt and she slipped it back on before he walked her home. Jorge insisted on coming in.'Jorge I am so grateful and after what happened earlier, you're a saint.''Maybe.' He shrugged. 'Now I will tell you something and you will answer me truthfully. OK?'Anne nodded.'When I rescued you and while we walked home I noticed things. I noticed a breast that seemed to be falling off. I noticed a very un-ladylike bulge in your pretty panties as you lay there. So the truth, please.'He deserved the truth. As the tears flowed once again, between sobs the truth poured out. The suitcase mix-up, the feeling of friendship Anne felt for Jorge, the fear of telling him the truth.'So now you know. I'm sorry.''Was it a joke, to make me look stupid?''No I really felt we were friends, but I didn't know what to say.''Who else knows?''Just Nico and you.''OK I will keep your secret on one condition.''What's that?''You will be my girlfriend.''Girlfriend?'Jorge explained that unless Anne/Paul became his 'girlfriend' she might be vulnerable to the attentions of other men. Also it would damage Jorge's reputation if anyone knew he had fallen for a man-in-a-dress. There was one more thing.'Even now I know your secret Anne, I still cant get rid of the feeling I have for you. So long as you don't change the way you treat me I would like to look after you.'They both smiled and hugged.The next day Jorge and Anne walked around own together. He met her after work, where she was careful not to overdo the flirting. He walked her home. He came in.

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And so began the second week of Paul's life as Anne. He quickly formed a routine that seemed to work. Every trip out was preceded by a close shave and fresh makeup. Consciously avoiding the restaurant where Jorge worked, trips out included the local shops, always buying obviously feminine things, and the local park. Anne avoided the beach, too touristy for one thing and she would look out of place unless she was skimpily clothed for another. Before starting work in the evening's Anne liked to sit in the shade and quiet of the local park. She became quite well known.In the bar, Anne continued to get used to life as a waitress. The flirting was fun; the being groped less so, but the other girls were nice and friendly and they were pleased she had chosen to stay. For a few days Paul really believed this could work.Then Jorge came to the bar and waited for Anne after work. This was a moment Paul had been dreading.'So, Anne, you have stayed and yet I am the last to know? How do you think that makes me feel?' said Jorge harshly.'I'm sorry Jorge, I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but it is rather complicated.''And I wouldn't understand? What is his name?''His name?''The one about who you now feel so guilty.''Oh gosh he thinks I have a boyfriend at home' thought Paul. He grabbed at this straw.'He's called Paul. I couldn't do this too him, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings.''Well you have. Not all of us waiters are looking for casual sex, I thought you liked me.'Paul felt ashamed. 'I'm sorry.' He called out as Jorge walked off.Still in her uniform Anne headed for home. Towards her came some of the drunken English lads from the bar. They had been very attentive asking her why she wouldn't do what Linda did. (Linda was well known for sucking customers' cocks to get big tips.)They gathered round Anne. They started pushing and grabbing, calling her 'stuck up cow', 'a bitch' and worst of all 'a fucking prick teaser.''Lets see how stuck up you are with my cock inside you!' shouted the ringleader.

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"Anne" was stunned by Nico's offer. When Paul had discovered that his sister had left taking the wrong suitcase, the idea of becoming her for a week had been very appealing. The job in the bar, the innocent flirtation with Jorge the cute waiter over lunch had all been very enjoyable, but could it continue?"I can tell you Anne, the customers love you and the way you move around the bar is very sexy. You are getting good tips.' encouraged Nico. 'I have a room in one of my apartment blocks where you could stay for a small rent; if we come to an arrangement.'Nico smiled and Paul felt a sick feeling of dj vu. He knew the kind of arrangement Nico had in mind. 'Now?''Not tonight, Anne, when I show you the room tomorrow.'Nico, I have a question.''Go ahead.''You said you could tell almost right away. Who else knows do you think?'Nico laughed. 'Don't worry, in my youth I worked as a barman in a hotel that attracted a lot of cross-dressers and trans-sexuals. I am almost an expert, one might say. You are as good as the very best so don't worry your pretty little head. No-one will know, unless you tell them.'The next day Nico took Anne to the room. It was small, but clean. A bed-sit, with a washbasin, the only major downside was the need to share the toilet and shower room. And, of course, the 'arrangement' for the rent. For the second time Anne (in his head Paul was thinking of himself as Anne) knelt before Nico as he lowered his zipper. Reluctantly, but less clumsily than last time, he coaxed the cock into hardness and began to lick, brushing the exposed tip with his lips and tongue...Nico left and Paul/Anne cleaned up. The question now was what to do about Jorge. There was a definite frisson of chemistry between them. The fact that Paul could feel this for a man was a bit of a shock, but how would Jorge react? Paul decided it was best to try to avoid him for now.

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'Oh gosh he thinks I have a boyfriend at home' thought Paul. He grabbed at this straw.'He's called Paul. I couldn't do this too him, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings.''Well you have. Not all of us waiters are looking for casual sex, I thought you liked me.'Paul felt ashamed. 'I'm sorry.' He called out as Jorge walked off.Still in her uniform Anne headed for home. Towards her came some of the drunken English lads from the bar. They had been very attentive asking her why she wouldn't do what Linda did. (Linda was well known for sucking customers' cocks to get big tips.)They gathered round Anne. They started pushing and grabbing, calling her 'stuck up cow', 'a bitch' and worst of all 'a fucking prick teaser.''Lets see how stuck up you are with my cock inside you!' shouted the ringleader.Terrified Anne was helpless as they ripped her blouse and tore at her skirt. In her head the worry about what they would do when they discovered 'her' secret was worse than being so roughly handled. Tears streamed down her face as her skirt was ripped off.Suddenly there was a scuffle and shouting. Anne lay there terrified, sobbing bitterly.A hand touched her shoulder and she flinched still terrified.'Hey Anne. It's ok. It's me. Jorge. I sorted them out for you. I'll look after you.'Filled with happiness they hugged. Jorge handed Anne her skirt and she slipped it back on before he walked her home. Jorge insisted on coming in.'Jorge I am so grateful and after what happened earlier, you're a saint.''Maybe.' He shrugged. 'Now I will tell you something and you will answer me truthfully. OK?'Anne nodded.'When I rescued you and while we walked home I noticed things. I noticed a breast that seemed to be falling off. I noticed a very un-ladylike bulge in your pretty panties as you lay there. So the truth, please.'He deserved the truth. As the tears flowed once again, between sobs the truth poured out. The suitcase mix-up, the feeling of friendship Anne felt for Jorge, the fear of telling him the truth.

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Nico left and Paul/Anne cleaned up. The question now was what to do about Jorge. There was a definite frisson of chemistry between them. The fact that Paul could feel this for a man was a bit of a shock, but how would Jorge react? Paul decided it was best to try to avoid him for now.And so began the second week of Paul's life as Anne. He quickly formed a routine that seemed to work. Every trip out was preceded by a close shave and fresh makeup. Consciously avoiding the restaurant where Jorge worked, trips out included the local shops, always buying obviously feminine things, and the local park. Anne avoided the beach, too touristy for one thing and she would look out of place unless she was skimpily clothed for another. Before starting work in the evening's Anne liked to sit in the shade and quiet of the local park. She became quite well known.In the bar, Anne continued to get used to life as a waitress. The flirting was fun; the being groped less so, but the other girls were nice and friendly and they were pleased she had chosen to stay. For a few days Paul really believed this could work.Then Jorge came to the bar and waited for Anne after work. This was a moment Paul had been dreading.'So, Anne, you have stayed and yet I am the last to know? How do you think that makes me feel?' said Jorge harshly.'I'm sorry Jorge, I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but it is rather complicated.''And I wouldn't understand? What is his name?''His name?''The one about who you now feel so guilty.'

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'When I rescued you and while we walked home I noticed things. I noticed a breast that seemed to be falling off. I noticed a very un-ladylike bulge in your pretty panties as you lay there. So the truth, please.'He deserved the truth. As the tears flowed once again, between sobs the truth poured out. The suitcase mix-up, the feeling of friendship Anne felt for Jorge, the fear of telling him the truth."Anne" was stunned by Nico's offer. When Paul had discovered that his sister had left taking the wrong suitcase, the idea of becoming her for a week had been very appealing. The job in the bar, the innocent flirtation with Jorge the cute waiter over lunch had all been very enjoyable, but could it continue?"I can tell you Anne, the customers love you and the way you move around the bar is very sexy. You are getting good tips.' encouraged Nico. 'I have a room in one of my apartment blocks where you could stay for a small rent; if we come to an arrangement.'Nico smiled and Paul felt a sick feeling of dj vu. He knew the kind of arrangement Nico had in mind. 'Now?''Not tonight, Anne, when I show you the room tomorrow.'Nico, I have a question.''Go ahead.''You said you could tell almost right away. Who else knows do you think?'Nico laughed. 'Don't worry, in my youth I worked as a barman in a hotel that attracted a lot of cross-dressers and trans-sexuals. I am almost an expert, one might say. You are as good as the very best so don't worry your pretty little head. No-one will know, unless you tell them.'The next day Nico took Anne to the room. It was small, but clean. A bed-sit, with a washbasin, the only major downside was the need to share the toilet and shower room. And, of course, the 'arrangement' for the rent. For the second time Anne (in his head Paul was thinking of himself as Anne) knelt before Nico as he lowered his zipper. Reluctantly, but less clumsily than last time, he coaxed the cock into hardness and began to lick, brushing the exposed tip with his lips and tongue...

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'And I wouldn't understand? What is his name?''His name?''The one about who you now feel so guilty.''Oh gosh he thinks I have a boyfriend at home' thought Paul. He grabbed at this straw.'He's called Paul. I couldn't do this too him, but I didn't want to hurt your feelings.''Well you have. Not all of us waiters are looking for casual sex, I thought you liked me.'Paul felt ashamed. 'I'm sorry.' He called out as Jorge walked off.Still in her uniform Anne headed for home. Towards her came some of the drunken English lads from the bar. They had been very attentive asking her why she wouldn't do what Linda did. (Linda was well known for sucking customers' cocks to get big tips.)They gathered round Anne. They started pushing and grabbing, calling her 'stuck up cow', 'a bitch' and worst of all 'a fucking prick teaser.''Lets see how stuck up you are with my cock inside you!' shouted the ringleader.Terrified Anne was helpless as they ripped her blouse and tore at her skirt. In her head the worry about what they would do when they discovered 'her' secret was worse than being so roughly handled. Tears streamed down her face as her skirt was ripped off.Suddenly there was a scuffle and shouting. Anne lay there terrified, sobbing bitterly.A hand touched her shoulder and she flinched still terrified.'Hey Anne. It's ok. It's me. Jorge. I sorted them out for you. I'll look after you.'Filled with happiness they hugged. Jorge handed Anne her skirt and she slipped it back on before he walked her home. Jorge insisted on coming in.'Jorge I am so grateful and after what happened earlier, you're a saint.''Maybe.' He shrugged. 'Now I will tell you something and you will answer me truthfully. OK?'Anne nodded.

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The next day Nico took Anne to the room. It was small, but clean. A bed-sit, with a washbasin, the only major downside was the need to share the toilet and shower room. And, of course, the 'arrangement' for the rent. For the second time Anne (in his head Paul was thinking of himself as Anne) knelt before Nico as he lowered his zipper. Reluctantly, but less clumsily than last time, he coaxed the cock into hardness and began to lick, brushing the exposed tip with his lips and tongue...Nico left and Paul/Anne cleaned up. The question now was what to do about Jorge. There was a definite frisson of chemistry between them. The fact that Paul could feel this for a man was a bit of a shock, but how would Jorge react? Paul decided it was best to try to avoid him for now.And so began the second week of Paul's life as Anne. He quickly formed a routine that seemed to work. Every trip out was preceded by a close shave and fresh makeup. Consciously avoiding the restaurant where Jorge worked, trips out included the local shops, always buying obviously feminine things, and the local park. Anne avoided the beach, too touristy for one thing and she would look out of place unless she was skimpily clothed for another. Before starting work in the evening's Anne liked to sit in the shade and quiet of the local park. She became quite well known.In the bar, Anne continued to get used to life as a waitress. The flirting was fun; the being groped less so, but the other girls were nice and friendly and they were pleased she had chosen to stay. For a few days Paul really believed this could work.Then Jorge came to the bar and waited for Anne after work. This was a moment Paul had been dreading.'So, Anne, you have stayed and yet I am the last to know? How do you think that makes me feel?' said Jorge harshly.'I'm sorry Jorge, I didn't want to hurt your feelings, but it is rather complicated.'

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"I guessed that first day in my office." He said. "There was something not quite right, so I kept a close eye on you. You're very good.""Good?""Yes, I wasn't completely sure until you looked up just now and it was there in your eyes.""What are the boobs for?""Well I think you would get more tips and be more popular if you had bigger tits. These stick on and feel very realistic. You'd look great and Jorge would like it too.""Jorge? Why?""Don't you think I noticed? You feel something for him, don't you?""Well, I do like him yeah," Paul, confessed a little embarrassed."So stay. Continue working here at Nico's.""Anne" was stunned by Nico's offer. When Paul had discovered that his sister had left taking the wrong suitcase, the idea of becoming her for a week had been very appealing. The job in the bar, the innocent flirtation with Jorge the cute waiter over lunch had all been very enjoyable, but could it continue?"I can tell you Anne, the customers love you and the way you move around the bar is very sexy. You are getting good tips.' encouraged Nico. 'I have a room in one of my apartment blocks where you could stay for a small rent; if we come to an arrangement.'Nico smiled and Paul felt a sick feeling of dj vu. He knew the kind of arrangement Nico had in mind. 'Now?''Not tonight, Anne, when I show you the room tomorrow.'Nico, I have a question.''Go ahead.''You said you could tell almost right away. Who else knows do you think?'Nico laughed. 'Don't worry, in my youth I worked as a barman in a hotel that attracted a lot of cross-dressers and trans-sexuals. I am almost an expert, one might say. You are as good as the very best so don't worry your pretty little head. No-one will know, unless you tell them.'The next day Nico took Anne to the room. It was small, but clean. A bed-sit, with a washbasin, the only major downside was the need to share the toilet and shower room. And, of course, the 'arrangement' for the rent. For the second time Anne (in his head Paul was thinking of himself as Anne) knelt before Nico as he lowered his zipper. Reluctantly, but less clumsily than last time, he coaxed the cock into hardness and began to lick, brushing the exposed tip with his lips and tongue...

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His flight home was on Saturday afternoon. Friday would be his last night in the bar. At lunch he chatted to Jorge."I will be calling into Nico's tonight, Anne, and I hope I will see you there.""I'll look out for you."Oddly Paul felt very flattered that Jorge was going to come and see him.The evening arrived. Paul was as flirtatious as ever and the tips were piling up. Around 9pm Jorge arrived with a group of his mates. Paul felt the urge to put on a good show for Jorge and gave him a big hug and a peck on the cheek. He allowed Jorge to hold and stroke him when he took their order, but it felt different. The other guys touched him like he was a piece of meat. Jorge's touch showed gentleness and tenderness and this gave Paul a warm feeling inside. At the expense of tips from other tables he spent a lot of time with Jorge group. Although he didn't really understand what they said in Spanish, Jorge would translate for him.One time Paul saw Jorge blushing. "What's the matter?""Nothing.""Tell me, something is up, you are blushing.""Well my former friend here," he said shooting a mock angry glance across the table, "reckons that I have the 'hots' for you."Paul bent down, and placed his hand on Jorge's crotch. His eyes widened and he turned to stare at Jorge. His cock was hard and erect, bulging against his trousers. He moved his hand stroking the cock through the thin material. Jorge put his hand on top. "Not here Anne, not like this," he whispered.Paul stopped, moved by the intensity of his words. He struggled to concentrate for the rest of the shift, and didn't even notice Jorge and his friends leave. At the end of the evening, Nico called him into the office."Well Anne have you enjoyed your week?""Yes I have Nico, thanks for helping me out like that."They hugged."Here is your salary, and here is another bonus." He handed Paul an envelope and a large box. "Go ahead, open it now," he urged.Curious, Paul opened the box. In it was a pair of false boobs. Paul looked up sharply, his face red. Nico was smiling.

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The work was fairly easy. It consisted of going round the tables, collecting glasses and bottles and taking orders for fresh drinks. The customers were a nightmare, however, assuming that buying a drink gave them the right to a feel of the waitresses' bum or legs. At first Paul tried to shy away, but as the evening went on he noticed something. The waitresses, who encouraged the mauling and even appeared to enjoy it, got better tips.'Oh well, I've already swallowed cum, I can swallow a bit more of my pride' thought Paul.He began to flirt as outrageously as the other girls, allowing the guys to stroke his leg and bum as they ordered the drinks. At one point he even sat on a customers lap, wiggling his bum provocatively as he felt the customers cock begin to harden. It worked, he got a good tip.At the end of the evening he was cleaning up with another English waitress, called Linda. She had a huge amount of tips."How did you get that much?" asked Paul."Well, it's easy if you like sucking cock, which I do."Linda explained that it was a regular thing for the waitresses to follow the customers into the toilets and give them blowjobs for extra large tips."The thing is," Linda, explained, "I only pick fit blokes and I'd do it for nothing anyway with them, so getting paid is a bonus. See you tomorrow."The next day Paul spent some of his 'bonus' and tips on lunch, again Jorge greeted him warmly and they chatted for a while. Jorge was really quite charming.Back at the bar, Paul threw himself into the fray once again. Flirting from the start, he couldn't bring himself to go as far as Linda, but he did all right. Back in the hotel room he was surprised to found how quickly he had got used to his new role. He liked the attention and even some of the touching. It confirmed how good he looked and he liked that. The week passed quickly.His flight home was on Saturday afternoon. Friday would be his last night in the bar. At lunch he chatted to Jorge."I will be calling into Nico's tonight, Anne, and I hope I will see you there.""I'll look out for you."

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"You said that you gave fantastic blow jobs."Inwardly Paul cursed his sister for having said that. "I was very drunk."Nico shrugged and threw a few notes down on the desk."If you want it, you know what to do."As if in a daze, Paul knelt down before the bar owner and reached for his cock. He moved his head towards it. He reminded himself how desperate he was for the money as he ran his tongue along the stiffening cock he held in his hand. Nico's moans suggested that he was doing a good job and oddly this inspired him. Slowly he took it a little way into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue, tasting the pre-cum dripping from the now erect cock. He sucked hard and once more Nico moaned.Then Nico took control. Holding the back of his victim's head he pulled it towards him. The erect cock was thrust right into Paul's mouth, making him gag. Nico was relentless, sliding his cock backwards and forwards, as Paul sucked, trying to do a good job to please his new boss. Eventually Paul felt the bloated cock twitch and shoot its load. He had no choice but to swallow the cum.As Nico tucked his now limp cock back into his pants and did up his zipper, Paul felt a trickle of cum running from the side of his mouth. Swiftly he picked up the money."Not bad, not bad at all. Do that again on payday and this will be a bonus for you and not a sum I deduct from your wages." He slapped Paul's bum. "Now Anne, fix your make-up and get to work."The work was fairly easy. It consisted of going round the tables, collecting glasses and bottles and taking orders for fresh drinks. The customers were a nightmare, however, assuming that buying a drink gave them the right to a feel of the waitresses' bum or legs. At first Paul tried to shy away, but as the evening went on he noticed something. The waitresses, who encouraged the mauling and even appeared to enjoy it, got better tips.

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Nico left and returned with some clothes put over his arm. \"Try the uniform on now,\" he said.\"Ok\" said Paul, \"where shall I change?\"\"Right here, you\'re not shy are you?\"Paul so needed the job that he just shook his head and began to undress. He managed to turn his body to hide his stuffed bra as he slipped on the short black Pareo and the tight white t-shirt that the girls all wore. The pareo was a sort of short sarong that was virtually open to the waist on one side.\"Very nice\" said Nico admiringly. \"It suits you Anne.\"Paul caught a glimpse of his reflection in a mirror. It did suit him in a tarty sort of a way.\"Now the standard conditions are these. You\'ll get paid at the end of the week, but any tips you get are yours to keep.\"\"The end of the week? But I\'m broke\"Nico laughed. \"What do you think I am, a charity?\"After a pause he added, \"but I\'m sure we could come to some arrangement.\"Paul was worried now. As Nico was a man who made waitresses wear skimpy uniforms and even change into them in front of him, he had a bad feeling about the \'arrangement\'.\"Remember when you were drinking in the bar with that American?\"Paul searched his mind. He could vaguely remember his sister being chatted up by some American.\"Yeah\" he said cautiously.\"Well I\'d like to see, and feel for myself.\"\"Sorry Nico, I was a bit drunk, what did I say that night?\" Paul asked playing for time.Nico moved from his seat and perched on the desk in front of Paul. He unfastened his zipper and took out his cock.

A Holiday Job (4)

"What can I get you Signorina?" he asked, flashing a smile that Paul had only seen Anne receive before. He ordered and felt another surge of confidence as the waiter left without comment. With his food and drink he received another flashing smile and a question."Where is your brother today?""He had to fly home, I'm staying for another week.""Very good. I am Jorge and I hope you'll be back again.""Thank you Jorge. I'm Anne" Paul replied, thrilling at the first public use of his new name."Anne - a pretty name for a pretty lady" said Jorge smoothly and then he went to serve on another table.Paul spent the rest of the afternoon at the hotel, topping up his tan. On the balcony of the apartment he could sunbathe unseen. He decided to get some suitable tan lines, so he wore a bikini!Tanned but fortunately not burnt, Paul got ready for the evening. He had another shower and an all over shave, before reapplying his make-up. For his visit to Nico's he selected a black shirt-dress, belted at the waist and buttoned down the front and black high heels. His make up was a little more adventurous as befitted an evening out.The bar was already quite crowded, but Paul walked confidently in, finding it easier and easier to copy his sister's walk. Nico was behind the bar and Paul walked over to him."Good evening Anne, what can I get you?""Um, it's a bit embarrassing Nico, I wondered if I could talk to you?""Of course!" Nico shouted over to the other bar man in Spanish. "Come this way."Nico came out from behind the bar and guided him to the office at the rear. Paul was conscious of the gentle but firm hand Nico placed on his back to steer him through the crowd. In the office Paul, as Anne lunched into her prepared story, which was that Paul had taken the flight home (a friend was very ill) and she had managed to get a second week of holiday and was staying in his place. Nico listened attentively"The only thing is Paul took all the money by mistake," Paul continued, "so I really need some and I was wondering if that job you offered me was still open?""For you my dear Anne of course. You can start tonight, if you want""I can! That's great."

A Holiday Job (3)

He set about transforming himself. In the shower he carefully shaved his chest and legs. Using the hairdryer in the room he styled his hair in as feminine way as possible. Luckily he had shoulder length hair so he was able to do quite a good job. Next he began to dress. He slipped on a pair of white panties, tucking his cock between his legs. He put on a matching bra, stuffing some of Anne's stockings into the cups. Over this he selected a pastel striped t-shirt and a short pink skirt to wear. He did consider wearing his sister's jeans, but decided that he had to look as feminine as possible. To complete the outfit he slipped into a pair of strappy white high heels. He walked round the apartment for a while getting used to walking in the high heels and wearing a skirt. Last he went to work on his face. Painfully he plucked his eyebrows and then shaved his face. All the time he had spent waiting for his sister the previous week, watching her do her make-up, now proved to have been time well spent. The transformation complete he viewed his reflection in the mirror.Not bad, he thought. I can tell it is me, but ... he left the thought hanging. Hopefully everyone else would be fooled.Driven by hunger he had to venture out. In the pockets of Anne's jeans he had found some coins, enough to buy a sandwich and a drink at a local caf. Bravely he shut the door behind him and walked down the corridor. The first time someone passed him he was terrified and nearly pee-ed himself. The woman said nothing and his confidence grew. As he walked through the lobby and into the street he even noticed a couple of guys checking him out.As he walked along the street the cool breeze fluttered the hem of the skirt, a truly wonderful feeling for Paul. He was feeling very calm and very liberated by his new appearance. He sat down at an outside table at the caf and a waiter came over."What can I get you Signorina?" he asked, flashing a smile that Paul had only seen Anne receive before. He ordered and felt another surge of confidence as the waiter left without comment. With his food and drink he received another flashing smile and a question.

A Holiday Job (2)

A search of the apartment showed that this was true. In her haste (and in the dark, since Paul had complained when she had tried to turn on the light) she must have taken the wrong bags. Instead of his clothes, his passport and a weeks spending money all Paul was left with was his sister's clothes and passport and no local currency! He also had a sick feeling in his stomach.He sat and thought, piecing together what must have happened. Last night he had come in later than his sister and he could remember moving his case to get something. He must have put it back in the wrong place. He could also guess how Anne had managed to get home.The previous winter at a fancy dress party for New Year, he and his sister had swapped roles. He had gone in the naughty schoolgirl outfit and she had worn the tuxedo and gone as a spy. Everyone had been taken in, since they looked and sounded so alike. His sister must have pretended to be him for the flight home. Slowly Paul realised that he would have to become his sister, at least for the flight home and probably for the whole week!His main problem was money. He had no local currency at all. The hotel did a buffet breakfast, but not lunch or dinner. They had eaten out in the evenings. He couldn't survive for a week on breakfast rolls! If only I was Anne, he thought, then I could take up that offer of a job as a waitress in Nico's Bar. (Nico's Bar was a popular local bar, always full of tourists and always looking for waitresses. Nico, the owner, had offered Anne a job every night they had gone there in spite of her constant refusals.) Paul formed a plan. He would pretend to be his sister, see if he could get the job for a week and use the money to live on. It wouldn't be too bad, he reflected. He had quite enjoyed his evening as Anne; a week might even be fun!

A Holiday Job

Paul stirred briefly in bed as his twin, Anne, called out as she dashed from their holiday apartment. Paul glanced at his watch; it would be a rush but she should make it to the airport in time for her flight back to England.They had been on holiday at a popular Mediterranean resort for a week. Anne had to return for her job was starting, but jobless Paul was staying for another week. As he lay there Paul reflected on his sister's frantic rushing that morning, since they had both overslept badly.'I wonder what she will have forgotten?' he mused as he fell into a deep sleep. So deep that he didn't notice the phone when it rang a few minutes later, nor the second and third times it rang.At the airport Anne cursed her sleepyhead brother and put down the phone. There was no time for her to ring again; she now had some things to do before the flight.By the time Paul woke, Anne was waiting for a train back in England, thanking her lucky stars that the customs staff had not been too efficient!Paul final woke and wandered about the flat. On the table was his sister's bum bag. Paul saw it and laughed. 'I knew she'd forget something!' A thought struck him. He opened the bag. Inside were his sister's passport and a few pounds sterling. That was odd. How had she caught the plane he wondered?Unconcerned for the moment he went to fetch some clothes from his case. 'Wrong case again!' he thought as he opened it to find bras, panties and dresses. This had happened so many times in the small apartment he just shut it and looked for his case.His case? His bum bag? Anne had a case and a bum bag when she left, but her stuff was still in the apartment. The penny dropped. 'She's got all my stuff!' he exclaimed out loud.

15 Minutes of Distraction (3)

There is a bud vase on the desk with one perfect rose in it, a gift you sent me earlier in the day. You remove the rose and rub its leaves along my back, gently teasing and tickling me with its softness. The rose makes its way along my back, further and further down, until it finds my ass. Oh, what a soft feeling...those leaves rubbing along my sweet butt.Ouch! That was a thorn! I jump! You laugh! "That will teach you to get too comfortable, my dear," you say. "Never forget that pain and pleasure are not so far apart!"You are finished with the rose for now, but not with me. Next, you grab the bud vase, perfectly suited for your needs. You trickle the cool water out of the vase onto my back, and it drips slowly down the slope of my back and into the crack of my ass. How cool and nice that feels!The vase is empty, and you lean over me, whispering in my ear to spread my legs for you. I do so immediately, waiting breathlessly for what will come next.I feel the vase, so cool, so hard, rubbing against my ass, down to my slit and up to my clit. Oh, how wonderful...you rub gently, and then with more intensity. The vase fits so perfectly against my cunt, and I am so wet with excitement. Please! Rub me harder!You answer my silent yearnings by placing the vase at the opening of my cunt. You lean over and tell me that you're going to fuck me with this perfect vase, just to get me ready for your dick. And then you move the vase inside me...one inch, two inches, three, four...until the entire 8 inch glass fits into my pussy!

15 Minutes of Distraction (2)

I lift the shirt over your head, and then reach for your belt. It doesn't take long to remove your pants and lower your briefs so that I can have access to your dick. My right hand reaches under your balls, caressing them with just enough pressure to make you squirm. My left hand slides up your shaft from bottom to top, and circles the tip of your dick. I can't wait to get you into my mouth. I pull you over to the chair at my desk, and sit you down, legs apart, as I kneel in front of you. I lower my mouth to your cock, and flick my tongue over the tip. No, you can't put it all the way in yet...I want you to beg me to suck you! I will tease your shaft and the tip of your dick...I will nibble your balls until you beg me to take you all the way into my mouth...and when I do, you will understand the sheer pleasure that my mouth can give you! I take you all the way in. You can feel your dick hitting the back of my throat and you wonder why I don't gag. I love the sensation of your cock in my mouth - the feel, the taste - and I love to hear your moans of pleasure as your passion builds.But you have a few plans of your own, and you tell me to stop sucking you for a while. You have noticed a few items in my office and gotten a few ideas of your own. You grab the scarf from my desk - discarded there hours ago when I arrived at work. You pull me up off my knees and tell me to do as you say, or the consequences will be severe. The tone in your voice warns me not to question you.You lean me over the desk, and pull my skirt off. Next, my panties. You use the scarf to tie my hands to the legs on the desk, so that I cannot get up or even move from side to side. I am completely in your control, just as you have planned.

15 Minutes of Distraction

I'm sitting in my office, tired after a very long day. Luckily, it has been a productive one...I did not have useless meeting all day today, and my desk is almost clear. Wow, could it stay this way for a while, I wonder?I am tired, but pleasantly so. My thoughts wander away from work as I stare out the window overlooking the downtown pedestrian mall. It is late; everyone has left the building; and I see the long shadows from the setting sun streaking across to the east. It is my favorite time to be alone in my office.But tonight, I hear an unexpected noise from the hall. Probably the cleaning woman, making her way through the building. I think little of the noise and return to my fantasies.Suddenly, a shadow appears in my doorway. I look over and there you stand, smiling in on me as if you have caught me doing something naughty. My, how nice you look, so comfortable in your khakis and polo shirt - perfect for the beautiful spring weather. Without so much as a word between us, we come together. Your arms encircle my waist as I lift my face towards your lips. Oh, how warm and wet your mouth feels...how sweet the taste of your lips and tongue. A fire rushes through my body.As your hands slowly rub up and down my back, my hands find their way to your ass and I give you a quick and friendly squeeze of welcome. Your hands move to pull my sweater over my head, eager to feel my breasts. Oh, how I've waited for this! You pull my bra over my head and caress my breasts firmly, squeezing my nipples between your thumb and forefinger. I squeal in delight, and the urgency of your touch travels from my nipples to my cunt, instantly soaking my panties.

Harder, please! (2)

He presses the words out of his mouth: "Harder please!"Not a second after these words have left his lips an extremely heavy hit is beating from his nipples to his loins. Although or because it hurts so much he is pressing his breast towards her. She is twisting his nipples, hard, always harder. And she knows exactly how far she can go.Suddenly she releases his nipple, grabs his head and presses it between her legs so that his mouth is lying on her hairy cunt. He knows that he has to lick her, but he hates to get her hairs in his mouth. He wants to say "No", but she presses his mouth on her cunt so hard her hairs are closing his open mouth. He hears her complains. "Just start licking you fool! You are able to do it! Do I have to teach you everything?" She presses his head between her tight legs. "Lick my pussy, do it or you will regret it!" He gets frightened. He can barely see anything as his face is embraced completely by her womb. He is sucking her cunt lips, finding her clitty with his lips and his tongue and is licking it until he hears her moaning. With all his senses he is drinking her domination. His tongue is getting tired and lame. Suddenly her hand is beating in his face. "Do it better, useless something!", she is screaming at him, this woman, that is dominating him completely.He is giving all he got und swallows her flowing juices. He seems not to do it so bad, he feels her cunt beating before she pushes him away. "Get up!" she screams. Trembling he stands up. "Dont move!" Then she is leaving the room.

Harder, please!

He is lying in her arm, she touches his face, her gentle voice is sending shivers down his spine, just like all the times. She is playing with his nipples again, they are already hurting a bit. She is talking to him with her calm voice. He had to masturbate in front of her and had to stop just before cumming. Cumming was strictly forbidden. Just using his full strength he was able to do so. She knew more about his body than he did himself. When there were only two or three moves left until his explosion he heard her gentle order: "Stop!"Almost he had been screaming as loud as hell, aghast, that one more time he was not allowed to ejaculate. He wants to taste her, but her game with him is not over yet. He knows she wants it all from him. If she would allow him to cum after almost endless pain he would see flashlights in his mind.But he is addicted to this game she made the rules for. The sudden end of her caresses causes this beating in his loins, the top of his cock is screaming for more and his whole dick, hard as a rock, seems to be connected directly with his nipples. The twisting of his nipples is sending beats into his cock and his head. Not really aching, pure lust, but somehow painful. He is listening to her voice: "Can you feel my fingernails at your nipples?""Ohhyess.""Does it hurt?""No...""Do you want me to stop?""Ohhno, do not stop!""But?"He knows exactly the answer she is expecting. And he wants it, too, right? But despite of this he is afraid. And he knows what is coming up for him.

My Name Is Alice (5)

The next evening AJ went out without a word and naturally I had to 'explain' that I was going shopping. We met and went to a movie across town. AJ loves to kiss - I'm not complaining. I felt like I was back in high school. He kissed me raw for about a half hour and I couldn't take anymore and said, "Let's go to a motel".There was a convention in town and at the third place they only had two suites. The first took AJ's card over the limit but the cheaper one went through. We were on our first bed and he loved me until my hair was matted and my body dripping with sweat. He went into the bathroom and came out with a lotion to use as a lubricant. I knew what he wanted.I never understood why a woman would want a man there but after the initial shock I realized two things: it felt good because my son wanted me that way, and it felt good. When he first entered me I thought of Jane, a woman I was friendly with a few years ago. She confided in me that she had let (made?) her son suck her breasts as he grew up. I thought it was bizarre. Now here I was in the honeymoon suite on my hands and knees with my son in my behind. So Jane, how's that for bizarre. I thought "You don't get more bizarre than this" and then I remembered that AJ came in me the first time. Where does having your son's baby rate on a scale of one to ten?This all flashed in a few seconds and then I stopped thinking. I only felt: him in me, filling that small passage, his hands gliding over my skin touching off my nipples. He opened my flower and found me with his finger so I could come as he did. He kissed and bit my back and gave his mother his love. We collapsed and slept.

My Name Is Alice (4)

"Baby I'm not sorry; I don't want to be without you but we have to know what we're doing. Just think about it AJ; you came in me and I've been off the pill for six months. What if I get pregnant?""I wouldn't care; I'm sure you're beautiful when you're pregnant." Alice laughed, "You know what I mean".He teased her and cupped her breast. "You mean these get even bigger; that I'd like to see.""Oh AJ...""Look mom, do you think I could not touch you again, or stop loving you? Tomorrow I'll get something or you go back on the pill and we're going to find a way to be together even if I have to drag you down to the supply room at midnight."I saw the flash in his eyes when he spoke and I said, "Sweet baby you'll never have to drag me anywhere if I know you're going to make love to me". We kissed and when we were sure nobody was around, we touched each other until we came. The next day was Sunday so everyone was in and out of the apartment. I was so needy and almost out of control. I never remember getting wet like that just thinking about someone and I was sure that everyone around me knew. The crazy thing was that that we did end up in the supply room again. AJ wouldn't or couldn't stop touching me. Whenever no one was around he would fondle my breasts or try to slip his hands under my dress. I begged him to stop; he begged me to take off my panties. He teased me and 'blackmailed' me. "Mom, if you love me you would do anything for me. There's nothing you can't ask me to do; if you said I should lick you in the middle of the living room, I'd do it. And you wouldn't do this little thing for me?"He was playing but the truth is there is nothing he could ask that I wouldn't do and I want to spend forever proving it. This was silly but I took off my panties. At one point we were in the kitchen and he stood behind me and put his finger in me. I got so nervous and turned on that I told him to follow me to supply room. I spread five or six blankets on the floor. I took my dress and bra off. I was on my knees when he came in. "Come to me my beautiful boy" I said.I unbuckled him and undid him. I wanted to do all the things I never wanted to do with other men. He felt like velvet in my mouth and I loved what it did to him. I wanted him to come like he never came with another woman. I wanted to be the woman in all his fantasies. I'd never tasted a man this way before. It gave me as much pleasure as it did my son.

My Name Is Alice (4)

\"Baby I\'m not sorry; I don\'t want to be without you but we have to know what we\'re doing. Just think about it AJ; you came in me and I\'ve been off the pill for six months. What if I get pregnant?\"\"I wouldn\'t care; I\'m sure you\'re beautiful when you\'re pregnant.\" Alice laughed, \"You know what I mean\".He teased her and cupped her breast. \"You mean these get even bigger; that I\'d like to see.\"\"Oh AJ...\"\"Look mom, do you think I could not touch you again, or stop loving you? Tomorrow I\'ll get something or you go back on the pill and we\'re going to find a way to be together even if I have to drag you down to the supply room at midnight.\"I saw the flash in his eyes when he spoke and I said, \"Sweet baby you\'ll never have to drag me anywhere if I know you\'re going to make love to me\". We kissed and when we were sure nobody was around, we touched each other until we came. The next day was Sunday so everyone was in and out of the apartment. I was so needy and almost out of control. I never remember getting wet like that just thinking about someone and I was sure that everyone around me knew. The crazy thing was that that we did end up in the supply room again. AJ wouldn\'t or couldn\'t stop touching me. Whenever no one was around he would fondle my breasts or try to slip his hands under my dress. I begged him to stop; he begged me to take off my panties. He teased me and \'blackmailed\' me. \"Mom, if you love me you would do anything for me. There\'s nothing you can\'t ask me to do; if you said I should lick you in the middle of the living room, I\'d do it. And you wouldn\'t do this little thing for me?\"He was playing but the truth is there is nothing he could ask that I wouldn\'t do and I want to spend forever proving it. This was silly but I took off my panties. At one point we were in the kitchen and he stood behind me and put his finger in me. I got so nervous and turned on that I told him to follow me to supply room. I spread five or six blankets on the floor. I took my dress and bra off. I was on my knees when he came in. \"Come to me my beautiful boy\" I said.I unbuckled him and undid him. I wanted to do all the things I never wanted to do with other men. He felt like velvet in my mouth and I loved what it did to him. I wanted him to come like he never came with another woman. I wanted to be the woman in all his fantasies. I\'d never tasted a man this way before. It gave me as much pleasure as it did my son.

My Name Is Alice (3)

\"This is how I have you in my fantasy, mom: down here just like this.\" As he pushes deeper up into my belly he tells me of the nights he\'s spent and the things he\'s done to me in this room. As he talks to me they become my fantasies too.I can feel when he\'s about to come and I want to come with him. I reach down to touch myself and as I feel the first spurts, I take myself over. The coming is so exquisite it almost hurts. As we\'re coming down and my love is kissing my neck for the second time today, I\'m hoping nobody was doing their laundry. Even though it\'s a steel door, we made a lot of noise at the end. He kisses me with love and touches me again; his gentle hands on my face tell me it was more than just a moment\'s lust. I kiss him with my heart as his mother and his lover.We go back upstairs and the usual dinnertime buzz is starting but I\'m in another place. It\'s almost excruciating to say and do what I\'ve been saying and doing for years. I want to talk to AJ. I want to be with AJ. I want to touch AJ. Finally there\'s a moment where we\'re alone in the kitchen. \"AJ we have to talk about all this.\"He comes up to me and says \"sure mom but I\'d rather kiss you\". His lips are on me and I\'m sparked by his tongue but I pull back.\"AJ please, I want to kiss you too but please not here; it\'s complicated enough without making things crazier. Go down to the park and I\'ll be there in about twenty minutes.\"I went to the end of the small park where my son was sitting on a bench waiting for me. It was getting dark enough and there were only a few people hanging out. We had our kiss. \"AJ what are we doing?\"\"Mom, you know and I know and the hell with dad and anybody else.\"\"Baby, it\'s not him but your brother and poppa wouldn\'t understand and neither would the people we work for and on and on.\"\"Mom, are you sorry...\"

My Name Is Alice (2)

AJ works with my husband and when he came home that night I asked him to come down to the laundry room to help me with the supplies. As we went down in the elevator, I said, \"What was that all about this morning\"?\"Mom, I\'ve been out with a lot of girls. I know how a girl acts when she likes me. I hear the things you say and I see the way you look at me; it\'s more than a mother looking at her son. I know Dad\'s screwing the tenants (So it wasn\'t only the Green bitch) and I gave him hell for it.\"Thank you baby but that doesn\'t matter anymore. It\'s just a business arrangement between him and me now.\"\"Well he\'s a shit anyway but I\'m telling you ma, I know how you feel and I feel the same way.\" He put his hands on my arms and the electricity started going through me. You have to understand, being touched for me is not like it is for most people. Some people\'s hearing is better than others; some can smell things from a mile away while another person can\'t smell it even if it\'s under their nose. All of my skin is sensitive. That\'s why I take off my bra whenever I can. That\'s why my clothes are loose and silky and add to that that it\'s my son\'s hand that\'s sliding over my breast and I\'m already climbing the walls. AJ takes my hand and leads me to the supply room and locks the door. It\'s dark, warm, and wet: with stacks of detergent boxes and broken appliances on the floor and tools hanging on the walls. Who cares? AJ is kissing me. AJ is kissing me with the lover\'s kisses I\'ve been aching for. AJ is touching me and I\'m alive. Everyplace his hand reaches seems to tremble on its own. Each breast is his as he fondles me. He lifts the dress and his hands are in my panties describing the curve from my waist down to back of my thighs. When he gets between my legs I\'m electrified. I\'m lost as he turns me and I bend over with my arms out over the old washing machine. He enters me from behind and I\'m transported. I\'m filled with my son and my legs are shaking.

My Name Is Alice

Imagine a big guy with a rubber mallet in your chest and he's banging on a steel drum. That's what it felt like the first time AJ touched me. I didn't feel it with my first boyfriend and I sure didn't feel it with my husband the first time. I was sitting at the kitchen table reading the paper. My AJ was standing behind me. He kissed me on the neck and then reached into the top of my blouse and gently held my nipple between his fingers. He said "That's the most beautiful thing I ever saw", took his hand out and left without another word. I was dumbfounded. It happened so fast and it was so surreal, I wondered if it really happened. It happened; my nipple still tingled.Do you remember that rhyme you sang as you bounced the ball under your leg? 'A' my name is Alice and my husband's name is Al. We live in Acton and we sell apples.In the game you went on to 'B'; in my life I stopped at 'A'. My name is Alice and my husband's name is Andy and my son's names are Andy jr.and Alex and we take care of apartments. The 'A' thing just happened because my father who lives with us is named Alex and it made him happy to have my second son named after him.AJ and Alex are so different; you would think they're not only from different families but from different planets. Alex never says a word and always wants to be alone while AJ is warm, loving, handsome...this leads me to the difficulty. I love Alex but I've fallen in love with AJ. As for my husband: he's more interested in Mrs. Green who's faucet always needs attention; (I think something else is dripping but I really don't give a tinkers dam) we lost contact a long time ago.

A Morning Quiquie (2)

But too soon for me you crouch down and wash my legs. Running your hands up the back of my legs to my ass. You then run your hands up my back and down my arms taking a hold of my hands. You lean forward and place my hand on the wall in front of me and whisper in my ear to stay just like that. Running you hands back up my arms and down my back to my ass once again.Slowly you run you hands over my ass squeezing it and making me moan. You slip one of your legs between mine making me widen my stance. Reaching around me again you grab the body wash . After putting some more on my ass you put the bottle back then you slowly start working the soap all over my ass. Finally you spread my ass cheeks and push one soapy finger into my puckered ass. Gasping I push back on the finger you have up my ass. You slowly pull it out and work it back in a few times before adding a second and finally a third finger. My moans keep getting loader and my breathing is coming in shorter loader burst. Removing you finger, you lean into my body so that I can feel you dick against my ass and whisper into my ear asking me if I want you dick up my pretty little ass or not. I moan yes as I shake my head hoping that you will do it soon.Leaning back I feel you line you dick up and slowly start to push it into my puckered ass. Moaning I push back on you to make it go in faster and harder like I like it too. But you place on of your hands on my waist stopping me from doing that. And you continue to slowly enter my body. Once you are finally all the way in you slowly start to pull back out taking more time then I would like. With just the head of you dick still in my body you stop. Placing both hands on my waist you slam you dick into me hard and fast . I scream out in pleasure and tell you not to stop. You continue to fuck my ass roughly in and out. I reach one of my hands down and start to stroke my clit knowing that you will reach your orgasm before me if I do not help myself. I stoke my clit faster as you fuck my ass faster. Oh god that feel so good to be able to rub my clit faster and faster as you slam you dick into my ass faster and harder each time. I can tell you are almost there by the change in your breathing. I pinch my clit between my thumb and forefinger sending me over the edge and you follow just a few seconds latter. Both of us stand there in the shower trying to relearn how to breath.

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