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Posted:May 30, 2024 5:30 am
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This resolve made me feel better; as did the fact that I had now arrived at Coach's office door. Silence surrounded me, since his office was at the end of a quiet hallway in the athletic wing of the building. I let myself savor that moment before I knocked, but the truth was that I couldn't wait to see him.
I knocked. "Come in," came the reply.
Gently, I turned the doorknob and opened the door with anticipation coursing through my mind and body. Coach was standing at his desk, his back to me. I gulped, my face reddening as I looked at his broad shoulders and firm biceps, remembering how he had effortlessly hoisted my nude and writhing thin body with those muscular arms.
He turned, and seeing me he smiled. "Hey there Sweety." He glanced over my shoulder to make sure we were alone, and then continued, "I've been thinking of you every moment since Saturday, Alex."
I looked down and smiled as my face reddened further. "Me too. I mean, I've been thinking of you. And what happened. I'm... I'm glad that it DID happen Sir."
As I glanced up, I saw Coach's face seem to relax a little. He stepped forward and raised a hand to stroke my smooth cheek with the back of his fingers. As he did so, he said, "It's so good to hear that. I was worried that... that it was too much, too soon for you. I had held back for so long that I went from zero to a hundred right away."
Then, he stepped around me to shut the door. And then he locked it.
My pulse immediately sped to overdrive. I managed to say, "No! It was the most amazing day of my life! I've been replaying it over and over. Honestly, I... I want to be with you. All the time, Sir."
Hearing myself say that out loud, outside the moments of passion that we'd shared, I felt my face flush and my arms tightened around the books I was carrying. I heard Coach approaching me slowly from behind and my breathing sped up.
I heard him whisper, "That is exactly what I want too." And then I felt his hands on my slim hips. His grip was gentle, but firm.
I felt his breath on my neck, and I tilted my head back onto his shoulder. As I felt his lips brush the side of my neck, he pulled my books out of my hands and slipped my backpack off my shoulders, tossing them all onto a small love seat that was up against the wall.
He began giving me light, but lingering kisses on my neck as he reached around my waist to encircle me with his masculine arms. I moaned quietly as his kisses grew stronger as he hugged me in a firm embrace.
Then I felt his hands slip under my shirt and begin caressing my skin on my belly and ribs. I reached up a hand to cup his stubbly cheek, and ran my fingers into his curly hair.
"Ohhhh God. Hmmmm... Coach, I want you. Always..." I moaned aloud.
I heard him say huskily, "Well, I think you need to change for our workout, Alex." And he began to lift my shirt over my head. He whipped it off in a smooth motion as I raised my arms into the air, and he immediately began to give attention to my bare shoulders with more kisses. I felt his hands reach around front to smoothly unbutton my pants, and I began panting.
This was the first time Coach had undressed me. It felt so intimate and wildly sexy. I was already like a slutty gurl in heat.
As Coach slowly slipped my pants down, his hands brushed my pink thong panties. I heard him chuckle, "I'm glad you came so prepared. I want my sissy slut to be dressed appropriately."
All I could do was let out a little giggle as his hands slipped under my panties to caress my bubble butt. I pushed my hips back and arched my back like a lap dancer, and he began to kiss my neck more feverishly.
Suddenly, he noticed the surprise I had in store for him. On my way to his office, I had stopped to put on a pair of black thigh-high stockings that I had found at the back of one my sister's dresser drawers. She was a couple inches shorter than me, so they only came up just above my knees. But they were semi-transparent and sexy. They went well with the pink panties that displayed my round ass and contained my straining little cock.
As he saw them, I heard Coach say, "My God, you are about to get a boi pussy full of my cock, you sexy thing." And he bent over me, spooning me upright. I felt him reach down and dip his fingers into the pre-cum slathered under the front of my panties, and he used my natural lube to begin rubbing around my hard nipples.
I let out a small feminine squeak and my sensitive nipples grew hard and pointed; I was so overcome by his manliness and passion for my body. I panted out, "I just need to keep my Master happy. I like wearing things that make you want to fuck me Sir." It was like the thigh-highs and panties had worked magic on me, turning me into a brazen hungry for cock.
After a minute or two of attention to my sensitive erogenous zones, Coach turned me around and wrapped me in his arms. He reached down to grab one of my stockinged legs and pulled it up so he could feel it and my smooth thigh with his hand while he ravished my lips with his own.
My pent-up tiny cock was getting the front of his pants wet, and I felt his giant, rock-hard dick straining against me under his clothes. I pulled my arms back from around his shoulders, and he stepped back slightly, dropping my leg.
Then I knelt down and began to unbutton and unzip his pants. I looked up at his eyes and bit my lower lip as I did, and he cupped my face with his hands. I felt a twinge of guilt, remembering being on my knees earlier that day in front of a different man.
Putting that thought aside for now, I pulled down his boxer briefs, and released his monster, which immediately sprang up to full attention. I couldn't hold back: I immediately took it in my hands and began kissing his enflamed head, tasting him and his pre-cum, lavishing his tangy manhood with my tongue and mouth.
I did this for a couple minutes, enjoying his groans of pleasure, as I knelt in a sexy pose. I knew he was enjoying both what he felt and what he saw. A slutty gurl on her knees worshipping a real man's huge, hard cock.
Then he said, "Stand up, it's time." And I shivered with uncontainable anticipation.
As I stood up, Coach turned my hips towards his desk. He produced a bottle of lube, and popped the cap, then said, "Put your hands on the desk slut."
I thrilled at his commanding, sexy tone. I bent over, steadying myself on the desk and putting my cute butt all the way out towards him, like a lingerie-clad runway, directing him in for landing.
But instead of immediately plunging into my boi pussy with his shaft, I felt Coach's fingers instead. I was slightly disappointed, until I felt him slide a finger in, suddenly knuckle deep. I gasped, and then moaned, feeling his big digit in my inner sanctum.
Then I felt something else. Coach was hunting for something in my boi pussy, and I felt him locate it. He began to rub and press my prostate, and I felt a tingling sensation throughout my whole body. I gasped and shivered, and I felt my hole contract more tightly around my lover's finger.
"Ohh! Ummmf, Coach! Oh God, that feels so good Master!" I had a hard time keeping quiet.
I heard him respond, "I hope so. You'd better get used to that feeling." Then, after a pause he said, "I like fucking you in my office."
I gasped and managed, "Oh... it's... so sexy... so, so... naughty..." I hardly knew what I was saying now as shudders of pleasure reverberated through my primed body.
Coach reached his other hand down and slipped it into the front of my panties. He pulled my throbbing hard dicklet out, which was soaking wet, and he began to caress me gently.
"Ohhhhhhhhh, oh Coach! I am going to cum if you do that!" I moaned. I was thrusting in time to his backdoor finger strokes.
He chuckled, and said, "I'll make you come that way later at my house. Now your boi pussy is ready for something else," and he pulled his finger out of me and shifted my panties down under my butt, taking a moment to caress and manhandle my gurly ass.
I dropped to my elbows on his desk as I felt one hand firmly grasp my hip, while his other hand directed his big, red pole towards my crevasse. I felt him push his iron-hard cock up against me, and his swollen head kissed my tingling pink rosebud.
He paused there for a moment, and I began to moan quietly and wiggle my hips so his head slid around on my hole. Then I felt him begin to enter me.
I gripped onto the edge of the desk and panted hard. Then, just as he was about halfway in, I heard a knock at the door!
I stood partway up with Coach's cock inside me, but I felt him reach around and grasp my erect clitty in one hand, and place his other big hand over my mouth. Then he started to fuck me.
"Yes?" Coach called out in a reasonably normal voice as I felt his cock thrust in and out of my hole.
My eyes were rolling backwards in pleasure: the scandal of getting absolutely rammed by my hot man as someone stood just on the other side of the door was almost too much. I felt myself quickly begin to build towards orgasm.
"Hey Coach, your order of supplies just came in," called the voice. I thought I recognized it as Carlos, one of my teammates.
"Great, thanks," replied Coach, as he looked down at me and began to thrust deeper into my hungry cunt. "Please leave it out there, I'm on a call and can't grab it right now."
Carlos voiced his understanding, and I heard him set the box down and begin to walk away.
Coach still had his hand clasped over my mouth, and he began to nibble my ear as I felt his cock swell even more, getting ready to blow. I couldn't take it anymore. The fact that he was shamelessly fucking me and silencing my shouts with his big hand -- all while people walked by in the hallway -- pushed me over the edge.
My body spasmed back into my lover's chest, with my clitty thrusting forward in his grip. I began to convulse and shoot cum all over his desk. He continued to pump my clitty as my boi pussy squeezed in response around his swollen rod.
This seemed to tip the scales for him also, because he grunted loudly and began to unload long spurts of his juice into my fertile boi-cunt. I felt his warmth fill me, and there was so much that it began to dribble out of my hole even though it was tightly plugged.
I moaned against his hand, and grasped his other hand which was still holding my spurting erection. He finally released my mouth, but then he moved his hand down to grasp my throat tenderly and began to kiss me again on the cheeks, jaw, and neck.
I relaxed backwards into him, and looked down. He was still almost fully clothed; there was something extra sexy about me being the only one nude. It was like I was a that he had trapped in his office.
As my breathing slowed down, I whispered, "That was unbelievable. I felt like we were going to get caught!"
He chuckled again, and said, "That's part of what made me come so fast in your boi pussy. I like that thrill. Fucking your sexy ass with just a door between us and others... Maybe we'll need to do this more often."
I bit my lip, grinding my hips into his as I felt him finally begin to shrink a little.
"Well, I guess we'd better clean up. Then we can go to my place," said Coach. Then he added, "You know, I have my own personal shower here." I heard a mischievous smile in his voice.
Pulling away, I felt a twinge of sadness as his cock left its enflamed, pink home. But then I turned towards him and placed my hands on his chest. I pictured his body naked again, water streaming over it as he touched me, and I flushed as I smiled.
Seeing my eagerness, Coach said, "I feel another lesson coming on already," and he reached around with both hands to take hold of my naked butt.
It looked as if the store would have to wait until tomorrow; today was already looking plenty busy.
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Posted:May 28, 2024 3:10 am
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 6:11 am 929 Views
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On their last day, Demi's travel outfit, the custom latex bodysuit was delivered, but Jillian simply set it aside. "No need to try it on, I'm certain it will fit you perfectly," she said, and then chuckled. "It will be a nice surprise for you when we dress for the trip, tomorrow morning."
Demi was nervous enough about the trip, the thought of her 'travel outfit' made it even worse.
That night Laney and Demi packed all their suitcases. Demi's bag didn't contain much, so the extra room was taken up by the things Jillian and Laney had purchased during their stay. It worked out just fine.
Afterwards, they all climbed into bed and the two, girl and gurl, made love to their mistress. Afterwards, before they settled down to sleep, Jillian pulled Demi into a loving hug. "Demi, my dear, I'm so happy I met you and made you mine. You'll see, your life back home will be safe and comfortable. I'm certain you'll love it."
"Thank you, Mistress."
In the morning, after breakfast, Jillian got dressed in a pretty summer dress. It was the first time Demi had seen her in clothes, and full makeup, and she was stunned by how good her Mistress looked.
"Mistress, you're lovely," she gushed, disregarding the rule about talking out of turn.
Jillian smiled, appreciating the compliment.
"Thank you, Demi, that's always good to hear. I'm sure that we can make you just as attractive. You're a lovely gurl, now."
"Thank you, Mistress."
"Now let's get you two dressed for the trip. I'm afraid you may not be as pretty, but you will most definitely be sexy."
Laney donned her latex suit first, while Demi watched and helped where she could.
Dressed, Laney stepped into the bathroom again to admire her rubber-covered body.
Demi followed to see for herself. Laney certainly looked exotic and sexy with her whole upper body, including her arms and hands, covered in the shiny black latex. It fit her like a second skin, with every detail beneath clearly defined. Her nipples and their rings were particularly obvious, and erotic.
Demi could only imagine how her larger silicone breasts and bigger nipples would appear.
All set, Laney took a moment to show her Mistress, and Jillian smiled happily - pleased. "You look fantastic, my dear. It'll be a fun trip."
Laney giggled. She'd worn the suit on the flight out, and it had been fun. Showing off, driving the men crazy with lust.
Demi wasn't sure how much fun it would be, and whether it would be all that enjoyable. She could only imagine how the people around them would react.
Then it was time for her turn to dress in the latex bodysuit. It was just like Laney's, with a plug in the crotch. Actually, she saw that one was a dildo, shaped like a cock.
And she'd never worn such things inside her before.
Even with Laney's help it was a struggle to cover her body in the latex. It was tight and warm, and the gloves made it difficult to grip or hold. It was a struggle, and she was only able to get into the thing because of Laney's help. She made it a little fun, by mixing in some fingering and groping.
Looking at herself in the mirror Demi was astounded by how sexy she looked. The latex fit her perfectly, like it did on Laney. The black rubber skin was quite possibly more obscene than just being nude.
To her it looked so fetishy, it was absolutely pornographic. Slutty in the extreme.
She'd be totally humiliated being seen dressed like this!
The way it covered her big breasts made them look larger and more artificial. The worst part, though was how it showed off her huge, ringed nipples. They were clearly outlined beneath their tight black covering. Her tiny cock was barely visible, thank God.
She and Laney looked exactly alike, although she didn't have the overly-large breasts and nipple display. But Laney didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, she seemed excited by her outfit. She stood there gently massaging her crotch, enjoying the feel of the things inside her.
"Your biggest problem will be stopping yourself from rubbing your tiny cock into an orgasm." She told Demi, giggling, as she continued rubbing herself.
"Laney, stop that!" Mistress ordered, but with a smile. "Remember you'll be in that outfit all day, until we get home. By then I'm sure you'll be sick of it. Remember how you were on the trip out."
She then turned to Demi. "She was a sweaty and horny mess when we finally arrived here."
Great, that's what I have to look forward to. Demi thought. Along with all the stares from horny studs.
Demi was also disgusted by the opera-style gloves she was wearing. She had to put them on before the long-sleeved bodysuit, so they couldn't be removed. They limited the movement of her fingers, and robbed them of some of her ability to feel. They made her hands clumsy and restrained.
Of course, the two slaves still wore their tall silver collars. If their bodies didn't attract everyone's attention their slave collars certainly would.
After slipping on their short skirts and silky stockings, they submitted to their Mistress buckling on the ankle straps of their high heels - a task they couldn't do with their stiff fingers, the two slaves were finally dressed for the trip.
Demi, pictured the three of them walking through the terminal. Jillian well dressed, looking like the elegant women she was, followed by her two companions looking like fetish sluts. Their shiny collars identified them as sex slaves, a girl and a gurl.
As they headed out, following a couple of the staff, hauling their luggage, Demi was not only embarrassed, and worried about the upcoming flights, she was also growing nervous about her new identity documents. Her passport was untested. She had no idea if the bureaucrats or police at the airports would accept them as legitimate. Would the new Demi McCarry be allowed on the plane, or into the USA? God, she hoped so. She couldn't imagine what would happen if she was refused entry.
The moment they arrived at the docks, to catch the ferry for the first phase of their trip, Demi felt every eye was on her. Men and women alike stared at her, and Laney, and their shiny black bodies. It was indeed worse than when she was walking around nude at the resort. At least there she was like most everyone else. Here, though all the other women were nicely dressed, like Mistress. Only Demi and Laney looked like rubber sluts.
And as she stood there, waiting to board the boat, the plug inside her boi pussy continued to be a major distraction. It didn't hurt, but it wasn't exactly comfortable either. The cock dildo was certainly very difficult to ignore.
Sitting on the boat's hard chairs drove the plug deeper, and bothered her even more. Especially with the boat rolling and pitching on the open water. She prayed that it would be better for the many hours she'd be sitting on the softer airplane seats.
The three of them had no issues boarding the ferry, or leaving it several hours later on the neighboring island.
Demi was hugely relieved when there was no issue at all when they passed through security at the airport. The agents were more interested in staring at her rubber-covered boobs and nipples, than examining her papers.
Well, that was one advantage of dressing like a fetish porn star.
Of course, with their metal collars, she and Laney had to undergo a more detailed bodily inspection, and the agent, a man, took advantage of the situation to verify that the bulges around her nipples were nothing more than jewelry. That inspection sent little electric jolts to her tiny cocklet, but luckily it did'nt try to get hard.
Demi just had to stand and bear it. She wasn't about to make a scene and ruin her get-away.
At last, they boarded the plane for the flight to Miami, with the first group of passengers - first class, of course; Jillian clearly had the money.
She was lucky to belong to a wealthy Mistress. Hah!
After they were ensconced in their big seats at the front of the plane, and before the rest of the sheep began boarding, a flight attendant arrived with a couple of blankets.
"Ladies, I have a favor to ask. You both look marvelous, but I'm afraid a bit too sexy."
Jillian started to protest, but the woman cut her off. "Please hear me out."
She gave the woman an angry look, but did sit back to listen.
"We need to get the plane boarded, so we can leave on-time, and get everybody home. I'm sure you know how painful that process is. I'm afraid that with you two sexy girls sitting here, the passengers, the male ones in particular, will clog up the aisle as they pause to admire you, or even hit on you."
She paused to let that sink in before continuing. Again, she sounded both reasonable and pleading.
All three of them began to understand, and Jillian's expression softened.
"So, please, would you two mind covering up, just for the boarding process? After everyone's moved past, you can ditch the blankets or use them as you wish."
Dami and Laney looked at Jillian, waiting for her verdict. Demi wouldn't mind hiding.
Jillian debated with herself for only a minute, she always enjoyed watching the tortured, wanting expressions on the wretches' faces as they shuffled past, staring at Laney.
But she did realize that the woman's request was perfectly reasonable. Especially with her two slaves sitting together, it could get really messy. And she was anxious to get home.
So, she smiled condescendingly and nodded. "I understand, girls please cover yourselves."
"Yes Mistress, yes Goddess." they both answered, automatically and in unison.
The flight attendant smiled at both the agreement and the response, handed over the blankets, and turned away, feeling relieved, and aroused. Damn they were hot!
Before she left, she bent over toward to Jillian. "You're a lucky woman," she whispered.
Jillian chuckled. "Thank you, I know."
Covered in the blankets Laney and Demi were warm, but not a distraction, as the other passengers shuffled past on their way to their seats, and before long the plane took off for their trip to the states.
Demi breathed a sigh of relief. She was on the next phase of her planned escape, but not the way she expected to be traveling. Dimetry's old plan had called for her to be inconspicuous...
She and Laney stripped off their blankets, and settled down to try and relax, with their holes filled and vibrating ever so slightly to the rumbling engines. It was both arousing and annoying at the same time. And it would be hours before it ended.
Laney tried to keep the blanket in her lap and slip a hand beneath it to have some personal fun, but Mistress noticed and put a stop to that with a scowl.
Only a few times, during the flight, did men leave the forward toilet, and stagger to a stop when they noticed the two girls in latex. Laney seemed to enjoy the way they paused to gawk at the ultra-sexy pair. None of them had the guts, or the time to say anything, though. Demi was happy with that.
Partway through the flight, Demi felt the need to relieve her bladder.
"Laney, I need to pee," she whispered to her seat-mate.
Laney chuckled. "Well go ahead."
Exasperated, Demi gave her a dirty look. "But..."
"I know. You can do it. You just need to pull the crotch aside and let it go. It can get messy, but just wash up afterward."
Demi moaned, quietly, and Laney just shrugged. "I did it a couple of times during the trip out."
When the lavatory was empty, Demi climbed out of her seat and worked her way up the aisle, Ignoring the gawks she got a she passed the seated passengers. She had other things to worry about besides their stares.
Inside the tiny space, she easily pulled her mini-skirt up out of the way and worked a couple of fingers underneath the tight rubber covering of her pussy. She scratched herself with her long nails in the process and that earned the first of several quiet curses.
She was able to pull the latex aside, all the while poking herself with the dildo that was inside her and bonded to the bodysuit's crotch. That earned a couple more cusses.
At last, she felt she was clear enough to allow her pee to flow from her small cocklet, but it wouldn't. The position and the situation was so very wrong!
To calm and distract herself she pulled several wads of toilette paper out and got them ready to clean herself up, once she did empty.
At last, she felt her pee start to flow, around her fingers, and crotch and finally into the toilette bowl.
By the time the flow stopped she felt all wet and dirty down between her legs. It took her five minutes to get herself cleaned up, her bodysuit back in place, and her hands thoroughly washed.
Then it was finally time to parade back to her seat.
Back settled into her seat, she exhaled and collapsed, relieved but frustrated.
Laney leaned over and whispered, "See, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
Demi frowned and whispered back, "it was terrible, gross."
Laney just giggled.
She fastened her seatbelt, got comfortable and closed her eyes, Demi actually thanked heaven that she had a tiny dick to pee with.
When the plane landed, Demi faced her next test, US Customs. Officially she was a tourist, so her passport was checked, and her luggage examined. She was relieved when the passport was accepted, and of course her luggage passed, only containing a small collection of women's things.
Demi had a difficult time not showing how relieved she was to make it through the process. The officials, all men, behaved the same as the ones on the island. More interested in the way she looked than in her paperwork or belongings.
She'd have to remember that the next time she traveled. If she ever traveled again. As a slave, she wasn't sure when that might be.
They were all exhausted when the final flight landed. They'd been travelling for the entire day.
Demi's ass were sore from the plug that filled her boi pussy. Sitting, feeling the vibrations and the occasional bumps from the plane's movements in the air had at first been pleasurable, but after hours of it, Demi was just annoyed and aching. Not to mention hot and sweaty.
Even the other passengers were no longer staring at her and Laney. They too were bored, and had lost interest. Demi though, was certain that in their beds that night, the guys would be fantasizing about her; and she found that thought amusing.
While they were waiting for their luggage to show on the carousel, Demi was startled when a man came up and pulled Jillian into a big hug.
Demi understood the unusual familiarity better when the guy released his hold and stood back smiling. "Welcome back sis. You have a good time?"
Without waiting for an answer, he turned to Laney, "And how are you Laney? Still a good slave girl?"
Laney smiled and nodded, while Jillian answered him. "Yes, Michael, we all had a great time."
Michael chuckled. "Great." Then he seemed to notice Demi standing in the background. Her outfit and collar were an unmistakable indication that she was part of the party.
"And who might this be?" he asked, with a pleasant smile.
"That's Demi, and she has joined us. Now we are three." Jillian replied, happily.
Lying in Laney's bed, her bed too now, Demi spent a while, contemplating this new phase of her life.
She still found it hard to believe. Just months ago, she was hacking for the GRU, just another drone in their huge operation.
Then everything went to shit, and became a series of plans fulfilled, successes and crazy surprises, that led her to this.
A girl named Demi. Naked and collared, owned by a Mistress, residing in a mansion in the USA.
At least she felt safe from the Russian hunters. And she was a pretty woman, now.
And the sex was good - the kind of pleasures she had once dreamed of.
She also had plenty of money stashed away, if she could ever get to it.
But she was a sex slave. That seemed impossible, but it was true.
And, although she'd rather be free to enjoy her new self, her current state wasn't all that bad...
No doubt it's a better existence than suffering as a labor slave in a Gulag.
Demi woke up that morning uneasy about the start of the day. The next phase of her new life.
Outside, it looked to be a beautiful day and after cleaning herself up, she wandered downstairs to find Jillian and Laney already in the kitchen, scanning their tablets and eating simple breakfasts.
"Good morning, Demi, how did you sleep?" Jillian asked, pleasantly. She was already dressed in a fashionable business suit. Demi thought she looked pretty, but professional, even a little regal, befitting a female executive.
"I slept well, Mistress." She replied. "I was exhausted, and the bed was comfortable."
"You're welcome," Laney said, giggling.
Demi smiled and nodded, Laney wanted credit for her comfy bed, "thanks."
Jillian smiled, "share girls," she muttered, and then went back to her iPad.
Laney stood. "Let me show you your food options. We all take care of ourselves for breakfast. You and I will prepare lunch, and Mary will be here for dinner."
"Great, I'm starved."
Demi was impressed by the kitchen's well-stocked cabinets, large panty and the wide range of foodstuffs available. Typical American offerings and quantities.
Nothing like Dimetry had ever experienced back home.
It didn't take her long, with Laney's help to prepare a veritable feast for herself.
While she was still eating Jillian said her farewells and headed out to her office.
"I have so much work to catch-up on. No telling when I'll be able to get home.
"Laney, if you don't see me by six, you can start dinner without me."
She paused to giggle. "I don't want to piss off Mary. You know how she gets."
"Yes, Mistress," Laney replied as she stood up and kissed her wife goodbye.
Demi wasn't sure if she was expected to do the same, but Jillian didn't seem to expect it.
After Their Mistress had left for the day, the two slaves cleaned up the kitchen and then dug into the suitcases, depositing the dirty clothes in the laundry and the other contents where they belonged.
"June will take care of the wash. I'll introduce you to her and John when they arrive, which should be soon," Laney told her.
Demi got nervous about that. How would two normal people react to a nude slave girl and a nude slave gurl with a tiny cock?
But, then again, they were supposedly use to Laney.
The two girls settled down in the great room to watch shows recorded while the pair was gone on vacation. Laney had several series, and a number of movies to catch up on. Demi just went along for the ride, watching whatever Laney selected. Most of it was entertaining.
They were curled up, closely on the couch, when they heard others moving around in the house.
Demi tensed.
"Relax, that's the J's. John and June. They're great people." Laney explained, resting a hand casually on Demi's smooth thigh.
A few minutes later a woman walked in.
"Hi Laney, welcome home." June sad, pleasantly. She was casually dressed, older, but nice looking and friendly as well.
Laney jumped up and gave the woman a hug and light kiss. The two of them were obviously good friends.
When they released, the woman turned to Demi. "Hello there, I'm June the housekeeper, you must be Demi," she said, a she held out her hand. "Jillian warned me that there'd be a new gurl member of the family."
Demi, although embarrassed, liked the woman immediately. She certainly seemed friendly, and she hadn't batted an eye at the sight of the new, naked and collared gurl in the house.
Demi stood up and tentatively hugged June, like new acquaintances would. Except of course Demi was nude while the woman was fully clothed.
"My husband, John is out there working on the landscaping. It's a never-ending battle. But he'll be in later as there's a squeaky door that needs oiling. You can meet him then.
"I understand you'll be with us from now on." she said, and Demi blushed as she saw the woman glance down at the tattoos on her belly and crotch.
"Yes, probably." Demi admitted, shyly.
"Great. I imagine you'll enjoy it here, with Jillian and Laney. They're a great couple." June replied, pleasantly.
Then she mumbled about work to do, and headed off into the house.
Laney and Demi settled back onto the couch.
"She seems nice," Demi said a few moments later.
"She is. I like her a lot." Laney replied, as she restarted the recording.
"She's really not bothered by us?" Demi asked, uncertainly.
Laney paused the show.
"I told you. You just need to relax. She knows and understands. You saw how she treated us."
"I did, but what about John?"
Laney sighed. "While June is ten years older than we are, John is even older. And he's never bothered me. He's straight, but also understanding of our lifestyle. He's a nice guy, and he takes good care of us. Just treat him like a good uncle."
Laney then resumed watching her show.
A few minutes later, though she again paused the recording. "The J's are the easy ones to get along with. Mary might be troublesome." She paused and giggled. "She's a good woman and a great cook, but she only just puts up with us. With me, actually. She disapproves of our kinky games, and of me the slave. No telling what she'll think of you, a gurl slave with a cock."
"Be nice and respectful, and don't let her bully you - just stay out of her way."
"Okay," Demi replied, frightened.
Laney laughed, and then went back to watching the television.
They were sitting in the kitchen, eating their lunch when John came in from outside.
Demi tried to remain calm. She was used to being ogled, and around men, but that didn't mean she liked it.
"Hi Laney, great to see you back."
"Hi John, it's good to be back. And this is Demi, Jillian's new slave gurl."
"Hi, Demi. You two make a wonderful pair." He said, smiling. And to Demi it didn't seem like he was checking her out like so many men did. He was just being friendly. She liked that.
"Hi John. Thanks," Demi replied, trying her best to act comfortable and friendly.
John smiled and nodded. Then simply walked away, down the hallway.
"See, no worries." Laney said as she went back to eating.
Relieved, Demi also went back to her lunch.
After finishing lunch and cleaning up, Laney grabbed Demi by the hand. "Come on sis, let's have some fun and then take a nap. I'm still jet-lagged, but horny too.
For the next hour the two of them enjoyed a rewarding session of good sex. Laney adored Demi's tongue, and Demi was happy to please her sister. She also enjoyed the orgasm cock sucking Laney gave her.
Afterwards, feeling relaxed and happy they curled up together to grab some sleep.
Later, when Demi woke up, Laney was in the bathroom.
Demi climbed out of the bed. "Hey girl, I'm thirsty. I'm going to get a Coke, you want one?"
"Sure," she replied. "I'll be out in a minute."
Demi wandered downstairs and into the kitchen. She was surprised to see someone there. But it only took her a minute to realize it must be the cook.
"Hello," she said as she tentatively, afraid and trying to make a good first impression. Mary was indeed older, and looked it; rather plain and gruff.
"Hello," Mary said glancing over her shoulder as she worked on something in the oven. "You must be the new slave boi, or slave gurl."
Demi could tell from her tone that Mary didn't like nude slaves.
"Yes, mam. Sorry to bother you. I just came in for a couple drinks." Demi said as she stepped over to the fridge
"Fine, get them and leave me alone."
Demi didn't appreciate the dismissal, but had no intention of making trouble, so she grabbed the cans and headed back upstairs.
"I met Mary. Not very friendly," Demi commented as she returned to the bedroom, where Laney was sitting up in the bed.
Laney chuckled. "She's kind of a bitch, I know, but she's a great cook. She gets along with Jillian. But you and I just need to leave her alone."
"Fine with me."
The weather was still nice that evening, although a little cool for nude slaves, but Mistress having worked all day, only arriving just in time for dinner, suggested they go out into the back yard for a little after-dinner walk in the gardens to enjoy the evening.
It was the first time Demi had been all the way in the back section, and the area was larger than she had imagined. It was a lovely place, even though she again felt exposed being out in the open nude.
"I already miss the wonderful feel of the sun at the island. Don't you, girls?"
"Yes, Mistress." The two of them echoed, in perfect unity.
Jillian laughed. "You two are just too funny. You are really becoming sisters. In more ways than one.
"We'll have to go back sometime soon. I don't want to wait a whole year."
She looked at Laney, speculatively. "Perhaps this visit, we can get your tongue enhanced like Demi's."
Demi giggled, when Laney's expression showed how underwhelmed she was by the idea.
They were walking along the back fence, way out in the field away from the house when Jillian turned to Demi. "How are you finding life here?" Jillian asked. "Be honest, please."
She was a bit surprised by the question, and it was the first time she could remember, that Jilian had said 'please', to her. She must really be curious.
"Well, Mistress. I'm getting used to it. You and Laney are wonderful and the sex with you two, lovely."
Both Jillian and Laney smiled and nodded. They were also enjoying their time with her.
"And as Laney said it would be, the life is easy and comfortable.
"But I have to admit that sometimes I'm afraid of getting bored. Please, remember I'm used to having a full-time job. An interesting and challenging one. And I haven't been out, or spent any time with anyone other than you and Laney since the island, either."
"Hmm, I understand. I'll see what I can do about that."
It only took Demi a few more days to fully settle into the rhythm of the household and the life of a slave gurl, therein.
As Laney had described, it was an easy life. The two of them relaxed during the days, and focused on pleasing Mistress Jillian during the evenings, and nights.
Laney spent most of her nights in bed keeping her Mistress company, while Demi slept alone and lonely in their bed. But the day-time sessions between the two slaves made up for the nighttime loneliness and lack of companionship. Laney truly loved sucking Demi's tiny cocklet and swallowed all the cum a gurl could produce.
The days remained quiet and a bit boring. She and Laney watched television, read, surfed the web for entertainment, or occasionally played board games. Demi taught Laney chess, a popular game in Russia.
Mistress allowed Demi to purchase a laptop and all the software she needed to be able to safely and securely access her bank accounts. Along with the tablet and the reader, the tech devices were wonderful presents, and much appreciated.
She had to be careful with her digital footprint, but her time on her computer was enjoyable and helped while away the time.
"See, Mistress takes good care of her slaves," Laney reminded her often. And Demi agreed, it seemed an easy life.
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Posted:May 27, 2024 4:49 am
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"Hello, come in Mistress! She's just getting ready upstairs." Della stepped through the door and we gave each other a quick peck on the cheek. She had her makeup done in a dramatic fashion and her light blonde hair was pulled back in a tight, severe high bun. She was wearing a trenchcoat with big high-heeled boots that disappeared high up under the coat. "Here, let me take that for you." I said as she turned around to let me take off the coat, finally revealing what she was wearing underneath. I whistled softly as she did a little twirl showing off her ensemble: a lace underbust corset that scooped underneath her perfect 34 C tits, standing out proudly, framed by elastic strings that went around her neck like a bikini top.
A set of garters came down from the bottom of her corset attaching to stockings that came to the top of her thighs. I could now see the top of her boots, approximately an inch above her knee. With her heels themselves being 4 inches high, she was as tall as me. 'Good, that'll make us both seem more intimidating when we're in there.' I thought to myself. Topping off her ensemble was a leather strapon harness that turned her ass into a delightful bubble butt with a ring to hold a large dildo, although she didn't have one in yet.
"She's gonna love that outfit, Dell. Do you want a drink Goddess? What do you need to do to be ready?"
"Honestly, I just need to get this dildo set up. Some water would be good though." she said, taking a purple dildo out of the small bag she brought with her. It was about seven inches long and roughly two inches thick.
"About the same size as me." I thought as I walked into the kitchen, grabbed a glass and filled it with water and walked back into the other room.
She took a long drink draining half the glass in one go. "Thanks. Always hydrate before strenuous physical activity, like fucking submissive wives!" she said with a wink. I chuckled lightly.
"Alright, let's go over ground rules again really quick: we're both here to dominate her, no contact between us, except for, like, bumping into each other incidentally throughout. She just wants to be dominated and used, and we can be pretty rough, but we're still not trying to leave marks. No hitting the face, no spitting, and no watersports or scat play. The safewords are Turtle for slowing down and Beans means to stop everything. Sound good?"
She shot me a thumbs up as she adjusted the dildo in her harness. "Couple further questions, is she okay with me making her eat my pussy, and can I use this" she waggled the dildo at me "to smack her in the face and stuff?"
"You can use that cock dildo pretty much any way you'd like. She did ask us not to use cocks in her ass, but a plug or a finger or two are fine as long as we're gentle. Also, about eating you out: she's not super excited by the idea, but not one hundred percent against it. I think we'll need to play with her for a while first and really have her pretty well into the scene before you try that. But yeah, I absolutely want to watch you bury her face in your pussy. This is going to be awesome. Seriously, thanks again for doing this."
She waved dismissively. "Please, I get to dominate a hot little blond on her first time with a woman, and help make a friend's fantasy come true. It's pretty exciting for me too."
"Perfect. Are you ready then?"
"Whenever you are."
"I'll go check and see if she's ready then. Be right back!" I walked back up to the bedroom, where my wife was nervously chewing the inside of her cheek. I took one of her hands and put my other hand on her cheek and gently turned her face to look at me. "Are you ready, baby doll?" I asked, looking deep in her eyes reassuringly.
She took a deep breath and nodded. "Yes Sir, I'm ready."
I moved my hand from her cheek to her chin, tilting her face to mine as I kissed her extra tenderly. Then I leaned forward and whispered in her ear "On your knees then, slut." She sank to her knees as I turned and poked my head out of the room, motioning to Della to come on up. I stared as my wife's chest rose and fell with her deep breaths trying to keep her anxious excitement under control as we both listened to the clicking of heels coming up the stairs and into the room. Missy's eyes went wide and I heard her breath catch as Della entered the room and stood staring at her in a power stance, her hands on her hips, eyeing my submissive wife up and down. Her beautiful small tits were beautifully framed and held up by a lacy green bra that barely covered her nipples. Her wavy hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she had elegant eyeliner and beautiful maroon lipstick. I couldn't wait for us to take her. I glanced at Della and could tell she liked what she saw quite a bit as well. We two were a couple of lions watching our prey, ready to pounce.
"Kitten, this is Lady Della, and I have elected to share you with her. For this time, you will follow her orders as if they were mine unless they contradict mine. You may call her Mistress or My Goddess. Do you understand slut?" I asked her, with that slight edge in my voice I only used in the bedroom.
Missy nodded and swallowed, eyes and nostrils wide in excitement, bosom heaving.
Della raised an eyebrow and started off strong by saying "I'm sorry, slut, I couldn't hear you. Your Master asked you a question."
Chastened, Missy looked at me and said "Yes Sir, I understand Master."
Now it was my turn to raise an eyebrow. "And you just aren't going to greet our guest? I think this requires discipline. Come, slut." She crawled across the floor and resumed her kneeled position at my feet, big doe eyes staring up at me. I stared down at her as my cock began to stiffen still in my pants. I was the only one still dressed, and knew that would have to be rectified. Soon enough. First, to deal with her. I pulled a leash out of my back pocket and clipped it to her collar, keeping tension on it forcing her to keep looking up at me. "For your behavior, Lady Della and I will give you ten spankings. You will count them each as we administer them. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir." She answered correctly this time.
"Good. Della, would you please walk her over and position her for us?" I asked, handing off the leash.
"With pleasure!" Della grinned greedily as she took the leash from my hands and led our disobedient toy over to perch on an ottoman couch at the foot of the bed while I walked over to a cedar chest along one wall and lifted the lid. Missy started to turn her head to see what I was doing and Della pulled her chain back the other way and used her free hand to forcefully turn Missy's face up at her. "Don't look at him, slut. You're looking at me right now." She started gently tracing Missy's cheek as she continued: "God, you're a pretty thing. I can't wait to take you. I bet you can't wait either, can you? You just can't wait for me to take this big fucking cock of mine and make you cum all over it, you horny fucking slut. I bet you even can't wait for me to use your mouth for my pleasure. Do you want my cock in your mouth?" This dirty talk was guaranteed to turn Missy on and I could tell she was rapidly getting over her nervousness and succumbing to her horniness.
"Yes Mistress my Goddess." She was almost whispering.
Della gave the chain a gentle tug and said "What was that? Speak up, slut."
Missy swallowed, and visibly pushed past her inhibitions and said louder: "Yes Mistress, I want your big cock in my mouth."
Della grabbed her strap-on to stabilize it, took a step, and thrust her hips forwards, towards Missy's face. As her lips parted to take the fake cock in her mouth, I returned from what I had been doing and took up a position behind our plaything. Seeing this, Della yanked the dildo away from Missy's open mouth at the last second. "Too bad, slut, you'll have to wait before I let you worship my cock. First you need to be punished!"
I put my hand on Missy's cute butt, rubbing gently as I handed a set of wrist cuffs to Della. "Della, if you move the pillows you will see a rope attached to the headboard with a D-ring and a carabiner at the other end. Please put these on this disobedient little horny kitten and clip the chain joining them together into the carabiner then come join me back here so we can punish her together." I gently traced the edge of her green lacy panties, running a finger under the edge to gently lift and re-situate them on her sweet alabaster white cheeks.
Della snapped the cuff's chain into the carabiner and tugged, pulling Missy forward and exposing her pussy ever so slightly for the first time. I gently stroked and fondled her butt as Della came around back to join me on Missy's right side. I traced down the back of our toy's leg with one finger, coming back up the inside of her thigh and stopped at feeling a light dampness on her panties. I rubbed her pussy through the fabric and said "Remember Kitten, count them out."
I swiftly brought my hand up and swatted down sharply on her left cheek, making her flinch and cry out before saying "One, Sir!" Della moved her free hand to the red spot created by my swat, gently caressing it as she moved her hand from the right cheek, making way for my hand to swiftly smack down on that side as well.
"Two, Sir!" Missy said as I took over caressing her smarting ass as Della stepped away to pick up a paddle-style crop. I trailed my hands down along her legs, then ran one back up to her pussy, now felt clearly through increasingly wet panties. I pulled them aside and slipped a finger just inside her hairless outer lips just as Della brought the crop down twice quickly on her left cheek. Missy started with a yelp of pain that became pleasure as I slid my finger down to find her clit and circle it slowly with my finger, causing her to involuntarily push back into my hand as she groaned out "Three, Sir. Four, Sir." I slid the thumb of my left hand inside her warm wet hole as my middle finger continued to tease her clit, causing her mouth to fall open with a quiet moan as her eyes shut in pleasure. Della chuckled in a low, husky tone
"Well slut, you certainly are a horny little thing, aren't you? Does it make you wet when your Master and I punish you, slut?" she asked.
Missy moaned louder and said "Yes, my Goddess." I swiftly brought my free hand down on her right cheek this time, and immediately shoved two fingers into her pussy and shifted my thumb to hold pressure on her clit. Missy gasped and groaned out "Five, Sir." Della motioned to me and I withdrew my fingers and stood up.
"Just a few more left slut. You're doing a wonderful job, and I'm proud of you." I took the paddle crop from Della as she stepped in behind Missy and quickly teased her clit before sliding a finger inside. Missy stiffened and her eyes went wide as it registered that for the first time a woman was playing with her pussy and was inside of her. She drew her breath sharply inward right as I brought the crop down on her right cheek again. She just yelped and started panting and buried her face in the bed. I could see Della's fingers working, presumably playing with her g-spot. Della reached her free hand around to grab Missy's hair and pulled her face off the bed.
"I couldn't hear you slut, how many was that?" she asked sweetly, not letting up on teasing both Missy's clit and g-spot simultaneously.
"Six, Mistress." Missy gasped out. She looked like she was about to orgasm, and I motioned to Della, who swiftly pulled her hand away. Missy huffed and groaned, frustrated.
"Now, now, we can't let you cum while being spanked! What kind of message does it send to let you feel that kind of pleasure while being disciplined?" Della said, walking around to the side of the bed. "Look at me slut." she commanded sternly. Missy lifted her head slightly and made eye contact as Della, unblinking, licked her fingers clean and said "Mmmm, you taste so good though." Missy's breath came deep and heavy as I seized the opportunity and swatted her quickly four times, alternating cheeks as I did so. The quick stinging sensations disrupted Missy's focus, bringing her back to earth as she yelped.
"Seven, eight, nine and ten, Sir." she said, wiggling her red bottom a little in discomfort and sucking in her breath to handle the sting.
"Good girl, kitten." I said, laying gentle kisses on her ass to soothe the angry sting she had to be feeling. I kissed my way up her side, then whispered in her ear "This is where the fun really starts. Are you sure you're ready?" She bit her lip and nodded. I reached up and undid the snap swivels holding her cuffs together, freeing her wrists. "Now you may undress me." I stepped back and held out my hands to allow her access as she took off my shirt. I put my hand under her chin and gently kissed her. She stared at me hungrily as I released her and she kissed her way from my neck down my chest and firm stomach, fingers tracing and feeling muscles underneath til she found herself on her knees, face to face with the big bulge currently straining to escape my dark blue jeans. She undid my button and hooked her fingers in my waistband, pulling my pants down to free my hard cock, which sprang out and laid against her cheek. I stepped out of my jeans, kicking them over to the corner, reached down to grab a handful of her hair and pulled her to her feet. Della moved to join us, and her and I stood on either side of our prey, like ravenous hunters ready to devour our kill. My cock rested on Missy's left leg and Della's dildo lay on her right. She found herself involuntarily taking them in her hands, comparing and contrasting them while absentmindedly stroking them.
I moved one hand to her tits, squeezing each one firmly in turn. I slipped her bra straps off her shoulders, first one and then the other, exposing her tits. Della's fingers trailed down, slipped inside her panties and started gently teasing her pussy as I took one of her nipples in between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing gently and rolling it between my fingertips. She moaned softly, her eyes closing and mouth opening at the pleasurable sensations washing over her. My free hand traced down her spine to her bra clasp, which I quickly undid, letting it fall free from her arms as Della used her free hand to turn Missy's head and engulf her mouth with a deep passionate kiss as Della's fingers teased and circled her clit.
I stopped for a moment to appreciate this sight, my beautiful submissive wife being kissed forcefully by another gorgeous woman while being pleasured by us both. God, I'm a lucky fuck I thought to myself as I dropped my mouth to my wife's right nipple, my right hand caressing her left tit and occasionally tweaking, teasing, or squeezing her nipple with my fingers as my left hand traced and fondled her pert little ass. Della now had a finger inside of Missy, and my wife moaned loudly as Della bit her bottom lip and fingered her vigorously. Between the two of us not letting up on her, Missy was soon letting out a long, low guttural moan, quivering and shaking with her first orgasm of the night. I couldn't wait for us to give her many, many more.
Della pulled away from the kiss and pulled her hand from Missy's pussy, slid her fingers into Missy's mouth and said "How does your pussy taste, slut? Clean my fucking fingers and tell me how you taste." Missy hungrily licked and sucked her juices from Della's fingers, treating them as she would a cock before catching her breath.
"My pussy tastes wonderful Mistress, thank you!" she said, panting with arousal as she came down from her orgasmic high.
"Good." said Della, grabbing Missy's hair and pulling her down. "On your knees then, and let's see how you suck cock. Show your Master how much you love and value his cock. He deserves to know how grateful you are for what he gives you."
Missy let herself be guided down to her knees by Della's hand in her hair and took my cock and guided it into her warm wet mouth, taking in just the head and swirling her tongue around before licking up and down my shaft. She gently stroked me as she looked up at me and said "Thank you S for letting me suck your beautiful cock. Thank you for fucking me and letting me cum and for sharing me so I can cum more. I can't wait for you both to use my holes in whatever way you please Master." I groaned with pleasure and arousal and as she took my cock back in her mouth I put both hands on the back of her head and began to fuck her face, sawing back and forth, making her cough and gag as my cock hit the back of her throat, getting my cock coated in her slimy spit before holding her down as far as she could take me for a second, then letting her pull away, coughing and gasping for air. She came right back up but I turned her towards Della and said "You have someone else who's cock you need to show gratitude to as well, kitten. I'm not the only one fucking you tonight." She turned and slowly took that purple silicone cock in her hand, squeezing and stroking it before opening her lips and taking as much as she could in her mouth as Della's fingers wrapped in her hair and pulled her down.
As she started bobbing up and down on the long artificial cock, I bent down and slapped her ass and said "Hands and knees slut, and wiggle that cute little ass for me." She leaned forward, elevating her pert little ass still covered in her green panties and wiggled it slightly side to side. I gave her ass a gentle smack and worked her panties off of her hips, letting them fall down her legs to stop at her knees on the floor. I grabbed a bottle of cherry flavored lube from the bed and popped open the spout with one hand as my other found her pussy and began playing with her. She began to moan as I heard Della saying "That's right, slut, suck my big fucking purple cock while your husband plays with you. Make my big fucking cock nice and wet so I can slide it in so easy to fuck your tight little pussy later. I bet you can't wait. I bet your little pussy is dripping wet at the thought of me and your husband ruining you together."
As this was happening, I spread Missy's ass cheeks, revealing her pink little puckered rosebud. I drizzled some lube on her puckered hole and started to gently and slowly circle it with my thumb, simultaneously teasing her clit and ass. I lowered my head and started using my tongue to rim her asshole and slowly started working my thumb into her ass, still not letting up on her clit. The combinations of sensations combined with the helplessness of Della fucking her face while holding her head in place was clearly working for Missy, and with a deep moan I felt her start to shake and buck against my hand, her second orgasm of the night.
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Posted:May 26, 2024 7:31 am
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After my first time trying cum from a transexual I developed a craving for it and it turned into a desire not just to feel the cum of a transexual on my face and mouth but to feel her cumming inside me. I looked through the different dating sites that I've been on and at first, there weren't many profiles that caught my attention since they all basically said the same thing. That was until I stumbled upon Daisy's profile.
What stood out for me with Daisy was that she was a professional masseuse, someone who actually went through the training to learn how to give a proper massage and that she likes to take care of her by helping them relax before actually doing the deed.
As we exchanged messages, I asked her, "By the way, would you be willing to cum inside me without a condom?"
It didn't take her long to reply saying, "Well, I can assure you that I'm clean but have you done it raw with other gurls like me?"
I told her the truth, "I've done it with other gurls like you before but they always wore a condom whenever the would top me."
Daisy seemed to like this and replied, "That's good, it's been a while since I've done it raw with someone. Plus you look cute so I bet you can make me cum a lot once we see each other."
This sent a tingle of electricity across my thin body as I imagined her unloading herself into me which got my really excited and nervous at the same time. We continued the conversation a little bit more and agreed that we would meet in a few days when we're both free from our schedules. The next few days went by like a breeze as I just went through the motions at work since all I had in my mind was Daisy and her big hard cock filling me with her cum.
The night that we were supposed to meet, I had done all the preparations on my end but there was a sudden shift in me that made me nervous all of a sudden and I almost wanted to back out.
Almost as if she felt the change in me, she suddenly sent me a message saying, "Hey, I just want you to know that I haven't cum since the time that we talked to each other and I've been saving up so I can fill you up real good tonight sissy boi."
This message was exactly what I needed as it sent a bolt through my body that made me instantly horny for her, I felt my ass throb at the thought of her saving up all that cum only to unload it all inside of me. There was no backing out now. I wanted this, I desired for this. I had to have this, I love cock and I love cum.
When she arrived to my house, I was taken aback because she was a bombshell. Her pictures on her profile didn't do her justice as she looked even more stunning in person. She had sultry eyes and luscious lips that matched with an almost hourglass figure with just the right amount of curves. I must've been staring at her for a while since she suddenly laughed, and a cute one at that, and made her way in.
We sat down on the bed and made a few small talk here and there about each other until she stood up and said, "Well, let's get you ready for that massage then."
I had already taken a shower before she arrived so she told me to strip down. Now the massages that I would usually have would have you strip down only up until your underwear but Daisy stripped me off of everything. I was now completely nude in front of her while she was still fully clothed herself. She then told me to lie down on my stomach while she did her own preparations. I heard her shuffle around a bit behind me and when I looked back, she was already down to her lace underwear with her semi-hard cock bulging in her panties, bulging big, really big!
She must've seen me staring at her huge dick because she said, "Don't worry faggot, that'll be all yours later." She then followed it up with a wink.
Soon after, she straddled my back with her panties rubbing in between my butt cheeks and started rubbing the massage oil on my back. The massage itself was really good, not like one of those where the masseuse would lightly touch you almost like air. She knew what she was doing with the massage itself but the best part was about to come.
After finishing with my back and legs, she turned her attention towards my smooth bubble butt. I didn't notice it at first but she actually took off her panties at some point of the massage and I turned around to see her giant hard dick pointing at my hole as she straddled me again. I could feel the weight and pressure from her as she sat on me and how she teased my hole with the tip of her cock. I heard the click of the bottle of oil open and she let a few drops fall right between my ass cheeks before running a line on my back. This sent shivers across my body and I even had a slight gurly moan into the bed as I was getting really excited for what's next.
She grabbed my ass and squeezed them together and followed by slowly gliding her dick in between my butt cheeks. At first it was only on the surface, but later she was pushing down on me and I could now feel her dick slowly poking my tight hole almost trying to get inside. I arched my back a little bit more out of instinct that that's what I needed to do to get this dick inside me already, but she had other plans. She lowered her torso onto me so now she was hugging me while rubbing our oiled bodies together. The sensation was so erotic, her breasts and nipples tickling my back while her dick glided on my hole forward and back.
I was moaning a lot louder now, like a horny slut in heat. Daisy took this as a sign and suddenly stood up from her position and then rubbed my ass and tiny penis with the towel beneath me to get rid of the oil.
I didn't know what was about to happen until Daisy said, "I want you to raise your ass up a little bit."
Like the good slut that I was, I raised it up and it turns she wanted to do this so she could give me a rimjob. Her first lick was like a taste but the ones that followed after that were more aggressive. I could feel my ass throb from the pleasure of her tongue swirling on my hole and even more so when she would push it in and lick me from inside. She would also give my little dick a few strokes whenever she licked which made my cock slowly grow into its 3 inch hardness.
This took her by surprise because she knew I wanted to be a bottom so she said, "You didn't tell me you had a tiny dick like this. So this explains why you're a bottom boi."
I simply nodded in agreement as she continually rimmed my ass and stroked my small dicklet.
She then told me to stand up and lie down on my back and said, "I hope you don't mind but you've been so cute with how slutty your reactions are, can we shoot a video of this so I can post it on my channel? Real men like to see sissy bois with tiny cocks."
I wasn't really sure about this because I haven't really done anything like that before but the thought of being recorded and being part of a sex video made me more excited than nervous.
It took me a while to properly reply to her so she said, "Don't worry, I have a mask here and you don't have to show your face to the camera. No one on my channel will be able to download our video once I post it as well. You're safe with me."
To be honest I didn't really need her to say those things anymore but it did help calm me down more and become more open to the idea of it. I agreed to her proposal and she set up the camera to face us. The problem that I did have with the camera was that it was a bit distracting since I could see as the phone recorded us and there was a nagging thought that it was risky being recorded, which was made evident by my now softening clitty. Going back to it's 1.5" soft state, really small.
Daisy noticed this and tried to stroke my dick a few times to no avail so she asked, "What can I do to help you relax and get hard again like last time?"
I thought about it and replied, "I have a fetish with nipple play so maybe you can do that to me?"
She gave a naughty smile and went up from stroking my clitty to giving my nipples slight pecks that turned into kisses and soon after she was swirling her tongue inside of her mouth as she sucked on my nipples. In no time, my clitty was harder than it was before and she stopped sucking on one nipple but continued to play with the other as she made her way down on me to give me a blowjob. The room was filled with my moans and the slurping sound she was making from my sucking my tiny dick, I didn't even notice that she also stuck her finger inside of my ass already causing me to tense up and arch my back which made my clitty throb inside her mouth.
This continued for a while until Daisy raised herself up from giving me a blowjob, a string of drool connected between my clitty and her mouth. She then took me arms and raised me up as well while simultaneously lowering herself onto her back where we basically reversed our positions from earlier, my clitty now poking at her hole.
But before I actually inserted myself into her, I returned the favor and did the things she did to me; I started from the top, making out with her and eventually moving down to her neck caressing it and giving it a few pecks. I moved down to her firm B breasts and played with them, fondling one while I ravaged the other with tongue swirls and nibbles. She was now grinding into me at this point, rubbing her semi-hard 9 inch penis into me.
I couldn't help but notice her dick and I stared at her hole that was leaking yummy precum already and I gave it a few licks, the taste of her sticking to my lips. I then took her big cock into my mouth with no hesitation and lowered myself until it hit the back of my throat. I've been practicing with 8 and 9 inch dildos so it wasn't hard to deepthroat her but it felt different as well from the toys that I would use. I felt her hand behind my head as she slowly pushed it down so I can take more of her in.
I was now bobbing on her dick at this point and this continued for a while until she pulled me off her dick and said, "I want to save my cum for you later baby, now I want you to fuck me with that hard little clitty of yours."
I raised myself up from her dick, lucky that I had a mask on because I was sure my face was a mess already. I spit out some saliva onto my clitty and started stroking it while she got the pack of condoms and opened up one of them. She later slid the condom onto me, replacing my hand with hers as she stroked me and led me to her waiting hole.
She told me, "It's been a while since the last time I had a tiny dick like yours, so you'll need to fuck me hard so I can feel it."
I nodded in agreement and after rubbing some lube on the condom and her hole, I slowly pushed my way into her hole. The heat at the entrance of her hole was already overwhelming but once the small head completely entered her, we both moaned into each other as she grabbed my head to make out with me. Inch by inch, my 3" clitty made its way inside of her and each time an inch would go in, her face would melt with the pleasure we were both feeling. As I bottomed out and our balls touched with each other, I could feel the walls of her ass clench on my clitty.
This is when I remembered that we were recording a video of this and I looked at the camera showing us hugging together with her legs raised up and me in between her legs. This distraction made my clitty go a little softer and Daisy noticed this. She then told me to raise myself up a bit as she bent forward a bit more so she can start playing with my nipples. When she did so, my clitty not only got harder but it was like it had a mind of its own. Without thinking, I started pulling out of her about 3/4 of the way and pushed back in, picking up the pace as I did so. It was such an erotic scene, her moaning and licking my nipples while I was pounding away at her pussy with the sound of the lube and our skins making a lewd noise echoing in the room.
I didn't know for how long we went like this but Daisy suddenly grabbed my ass while I bottomed out and said, "Since we're doing it raw with you, do you want to take off the condom now and fuck me raw instead?"
I don't if I was just caught up in the moment or I was just completely horny at that point but I didn't even reply to her and instead I just pulled out and let her pull the condom off of me. She then got some more lube and rubbed it all over my clitty while her hole was waiting for me to go back inside.
She led me back into her hole and without resistance, she opened up and let me in with ease. Now I could feel her raw insides, inch by inch coiling around my cocklet as it made its way inside of her. When I felt that I've penetrated her entirety, I grunted with an almost primal growl and I didn't hold back from there. With my right hand, I grabbed at her waist and with the other hand I grabbed her between her shoulders making sure that she was going to feel how much I wanted this.
We were now staring at each other like we were furiously horny as I went in and out of her with ease, our skin slapping against each other as she looked at me with pleading eyes to fuck her even harder. Daisy wasn't one to let go easily as well as she pulled me up a bit so she could reach my nipples and started playing with them again. With the tightness from her pussy clamping down on my little dicklet that was a piston going in and out of her and the moans we shared while she licked my nipples, I was almost at my limit.
Daisy sensed this as I was now pounding on her harder and I kept grunting and moaning so she said, "Cum for me faggot, cum inside me and fill me up and I'll do the same to you after."
This sent me over the edge and I thrust one last time making sure I was inside her, all my tiny 3", when I started cumming inside. I couldn't count how many spurts came out of me but I could tell by Daisy's moans as she moaned along with each throb and spurt from dicklet to the point that it was leaking out of her already. She moved by herself and started riding my dicklet while lying down, churning the semen inside of her even more.
When I finished and was finally soft that my short penis popped out of her boi pussy, I thought it was over since we just had such an intense session at least for me but I thought wrong. Daisy suddenly pushed me back down to the bed and now she was between my legs, her huge hard cock staring straight at me.
"I can still feel your cum wriggling its way inside me. I'm going to make you feel as good as you did for me." she suddenly exclaimed as she started lubing up her long penis and it seemed that she didn't have any intention of putting a condom on anymore. Before she plunged into me, she took a glance at the camera again and made sure she was satisfied with the angle from the camera.
Daisy then lined herself up to my hole and started teasing it by rubbing her big dick up and down, slightly entering my hole whenever she would push her penis down and making me moan like a slut every time she did so. She then raised my right leg with her left hand and led her cock into my hole with the other. I felt the pressure from her pushing against me, this was heaven for a horny cock loving slut.
This made her dick slide into me almost halfway without any issue but I tensed up a little bit and she said, "Relax baby, this is going to feel real good when you do accept all my big cock."
I took her advice and focused on my breathing and I felt her slowly inch her way even more until all of her 9 inches was inside me. She bottomed out on me which made me release a very slutty moan that I've never heard from myself. It was a mix of how good she felt filling me up with her huge dick and at the same time how I could feel her veins from the rawness of her throbbing dick inside me.
I must've been making the same pleading face that she made a while ago because she suddenly picked up the pace and said, "You like that faggot? You like how a gurl like me fucks your sweet boi pussy?"
I wasn't expecting that at all. I didn't know that she would talk dirty to me like that but what surprised me was how turned on I was because of it. It made me realize that I was under her control now and whatever she wanted to do to my boi pussy, she could do it because I would let her. All I could do in response was to nod my head and whimper like that little submissive slut she said I was.
She upped the ante even more when she suddenly went closer to me and I thought she was going to make out with me but it seemed that she remembered my fetish for nipple play and started licking and sucking on my nipples. I felt the cum inside me building up again and I didn't know what to do because I knew I just came a while ago but it was something different. My tiny dick was limp but precum kept oozing out of it.
I don't know if Daisy noticed it but she suddenly commanded me, "Turn around. I want you on your knees with your ass up. I want to fuck you hard from behind like my obedient slut."
At this point, I didn't even care about the mask anymore and while I was turning around I took off the mask and placed my head unto the mattress. I could see myself on the recording, I assumed the position of a slut that was about be fucked doggy style something that I've always seen in sissy trainers. I felt horny already from the position I was in but to see it with my own eyes, I almost lost myself right then and there.
She took the phone from the stand and recorded her point of view as she slowly pushed herself back inside me saying, "Oh yeah look at that tight boi pussy, you want me back inside faggot?"
I nodded on the bed and said to her in reply while panting, "Yes Mistress. Yes I want your huge dick back inside me. I want you to stir me up and make this hole into a pussy for big dick! I'll be your good little gurl, submissive and obedient all day every day. A horny cock loving slut that craves cum."
I couldn't believe the words that were coming out of my mouth but even more so, I couldn't believe how turned on I was for saying those things. I was now looking at the recording with my eyes half closed as she started ramming her cock in and out of me, seeing the outline of her dick disappear back into me with every thrust. The moans that were coming out of my sissy mouth weren't the deep manly ones that I did earlier, they were more gurly, a lot more feminine than before. I was being turned into a gurl in just few hours, is that possible? Seems it is!
We talked back and forth with each other which went something like this:
Daisy: "Fuck your ass is so tight right now it really loves my big dick huh?"
Me: "Yes Mistress I love your dick going in and out of me. Fuck me more pleaseee"
Daisy: "Yeah you like it baby, you like being my slut and you love it when I fuck your boi pussy like this!"
We kept talking dirty with each other for I don't know how long as she just went wild with my pussy. After a while, she took her phone from the stand again and recorded her point of view so I had an idea of what was to come.
While she pounded away on my boi pussy, she was panting when she said, "I'm gonna cum baby, this is what you wanted right? I'm going to fill your boi pussy with gurl-cum and you're gonna love every single drop of it."
The best reply I could come up with was, "Yes, God yes, yes Mistress. Fill me up pleaseee. I am yours forever my beautiful Mistress."
Instead of bottoming out like I did and spewing all the cum inside, she just kept her pace as she exclaimed, "I'm cumming!! Ohhh fuck this is a lot, take it all my submissive slut."
I felt it all. At first it felt like something really hot hit the walls of my ass then it turned into an almost full feeling like I need to release whatever was inside. I could feel some of the semen driping down my small balls and my legs, she really filled me up good. Spurt after spurt, and now I understood why she moaned along with my dicklet throbbing inside her a while ago. It really is uncontrollable at that point as I felt all of the cum gushing inside of me, making moan like a sissy cum slut who just got what she's been dreaming of for the whole week, which I did. She still had her phone with her when she popped her dick out of me and I could feel the warmth of the semen flowing out of me.
"Look at you becoming a porn star." Daisy exclaimed as she recorded my boi pussy.
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Posted:May 25, 2024 3:48 am
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 6:11 am 1913 Views
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"Shall we order you something now or would you rather buy it yourself and surprise me?", sliding my laptop towards me.
"I-I-I, I don't know what you mean?", I stuttered, really shocked at what she was implying. "I've not really thought about it." I was clearly lying.
Leaning towards my ear, Mandy tried to clear the issue up.
"Listen sissy boi, I know you'd love to fuck me again wearing lingerie."
Wow! Yet again she managed to shock me. Usually sex talk ends as soon as sex does but hearing that from the mouth of my gorgeous wife, awoke my tiny restricted cock again and I was eager once again.
"I get it, kind of. I'm struggling to understand the full appeal for you but must confess the chastity and pink thong panties made you so hard for me that I'm intrigued."
"So, how about we increase your choices...........faggot?"
Sliding her fingers over the keyboard of the computer, she quickly had a few web pages open from some well known and less obvious underwear and sex toy sites. I was trying with all my will to make my little cock relax to ease the discomfort I felt.
Pages whizzed by in front of me. All types of lingerie and underwear flashed by. I was transfixed on the pert bodies wrapped in all types and colours of lacy delights. Basques, teddies, suspenders, briefs, stockings, body stockings, thong panties, holdups, high stilettos and everything else in between. Then pages of toys popped up, some of which I had seen in videos and pictures. Mandy was not a big fan of sex toys, saying she preferred just my hands, mouth and 3" cock. She seemed to pause longer over some of the pages. This was obviously where she had chosen my steel chastity cage, in the smallest size available.
"What do you want first slave boi?" she asked.
"I don't know, what do you suggest Mistress?"
"It's not about me, every woman chooses her own based upon her preferences. I suppose you're at a disadvantage as you're coming into this a bit late aren't you sissy boi?" planting a kiss on my cheek.
I could feel myself becoming a little embarrassed and my face colouring red was giving me away.
"Don't be shy my love. It's ok, you don't have to go too slutty if you don't want to?"
"Thank you Goddess." I said from beneath a childish grin. The truth was I liked slutty, just like those women in videos I've watched before. Being an object of desire was the power they had. To me it seemed they had more power than the man doing the penetrating.
I flicked through the pages of the website again, looking for something to suggest, wothout picking something that only a porn star would wear. I was also aware of how silly a man in womens lingerie would look, so this was making me more cautious. I stopped at a black patterned lace body with thin shoulder straps and a fuller brief shape at the rear. It had snaps under the crotch.
"That's nice." I said
"Hmm, yeah that's sexy. I think you'll look like a hot gurl in that."
"Do you want black or red? I don't think virginal white would go as well with your hairy chest." Mandy howled.
"We could always shave your chest, I suppose. Really, your whole body should be hairless and smooth, like a sweet little gurl?"
"Black." I said, trying to steer the conversation as I gained a little confidence in her acceptance.
"Go fo a medium, as you're slim, really I think. Besides it'll add shape to your butt."
Mandy turned to me asking, "Can I buy something too? I feel like I need some new lingerie, especially as you're paying. Our neighbor Bob has been flirting with me, maybe I'll send him my pic."
"Sure. I'll go get my card."
Returning back to the kitchen. Mandy turns the laptop away from me.
"Don't look, I want what I've bought to be a surprise for you and Bob. All the neighborhood women are talking about what a hung stud Bob is."
With a few taps on the keyboard, my credit card in her hand, the purchase was complete.
"Great, it'll be here in a few days. I can't wait. I hope you can't either."
Sliding off the kitchen stool, Mandy went about preparing dinner as if nothing had happened earlier and seemed oblivious to the fact she'd just bought sexy underwear for us both. This was going to take some getting used to I think.
During dinner with our , I was sure that something would come out about our day, my confession and more worrying our purchase today. Yet nothing did, it was as if everything was normal. I sat thinking that I wish Mandy had found out early about this and regretted not having confidence in her to understand my gurly fetish. The evening passed and it was time for bed.
"Thanks for, well kinda understanding." I said as we lay beside each other in bed. "From when this all came out the other day, you've been outstanding taking this all onboard. Thank you my Mistress." I planted a kiss on her lips and turned to switch off the light.
Grabbing my face Mandy said, "It's okay, I suppose we all have little kinks we try to hide."
Kissing me on the mouth, teasing my tongue. Grabbing my hand, she fed it down her silky panties to her smooth pussy lips. I eagerly pushed at her parting, teasing my fingers along her slit. As I did, Mandy pushed her hand down my boxers, towards my chastised cock, rubbing the tip of the device with her fingers, trying to tease the tip of my small cock, pushed against the opening.
"Your clitty shouldn't be in boxers. It needs to be in lace or satin panties. Don't you agree slut?"
"Hmm, yes most definitely Goddess." being taken in with the moment.
"You'll have to wait until your sexy lingerie arrives won't you, Sissi-?" My cocklet twitched.
"Yes, I will." I say, still tonguing Mandy in between talking.
"You could always wear a pair of mine, if you're desperate to wear some? Would you like that?"
"Which pair do you love me wearing?"
Without thinking, I blurb out, "Those pink see-thru lace thong panties."
"Ahh, you little slut. Love a bit of pink do you...........faggot?"
"Go get them and put them on, before you come back here and please me."
I darted out of bed fumbling in her panty drawer, pulling them out from the bottom, hidden by the masses of plain boring 'daytime' panties as I call Mandy's comfy briefs. I slipping them up my legs and all at once I feel charged, both with senses and with sexual tension. Sliding back onto the bed I'm on my knees, back upright, reaching back down to my wife's hairless pussy, hooking fingers inside her white satin knickers. I insert a finger, teasing her opening, feeling the moistness increase. I toy with her clit with my thumb for a while applying varying amounts of pressure, listening to her telltale moans and gasps.
"More fingers." she orders.
I slowly insert a second, then a third finger into her eager pussy. As she gyrates in from of me I slip my final finger into her opening. Mandy comes to her knees in front of me as I continue to finger fuck her with my hand in her panties. Reaching down, she begins rubbing my encased clitty once again. Her breath deepens and she reaches around to hold me closer.
"Bet you'd love to fuck my pussy now wouldn't you sissy ?', as she hastens her rubbing on my small cock.
"Oh yes Goddess, I certainly would. You could always take this off?"
"No!" with a slap on my pantied ass.
"It stays on permanently. Understand me slave? But Bob can take me whenever he wants, he's a real man with a big cock."
With that she abruptly shoves a finger in my unsuspecting boi pussy. I flinch, violently, yet she manages to keep the finger at the opening.
"Keep pleasing me and your ass remains intact. Understand sissy?"
I nod, keeping focussed and working on her tight pussy gazing into her eyes as I do. I notice a steely, determined look on her face I've never really seen before. Her eyes begin to close slightly as her orgasm gets closer. A slight shudder comes over her as she comes on my hand, the wetness increases, the inside of her legs glistening. She loosens her grip on me and her threatening finger at my anus retreats.
Leaning back on the bed, she pulls the leg of her brief to one side saying "You're the best sissy-bitch any wife could ask for. Now clean me up again my slave boi."
I squat back in front of her wet pussy and go to work drying up her well fingered love hole.
"You look good in those red panties my sweet. You've got a nice ass in them. Maybe I'll send Bob a pic of both of us. He might want to fuck my pussy then fuck your boi pussy. Or he might let you suck his huge cock and get it hard so he can fuck me."
I glance up to see her looking at my rear in our wardrobe mirrors that face the bed. I push my head back down to finish my job.
Had I become a good sissy-bitch for her, a slave gurl? I was beginning to hope so. Now it sounds like I'll have a Mistress and a Master, perfect for a cute gurl.
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Posted:May 25, 2024 3:48 am
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 6:11 am 1826 Views
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"Shall we order you something now or would you rather buy it yourself and surprise me?", sliding my laptop towards me.
"I-I-I, I don't know what you mean?", I stuttered, really shocked at what she was implying. "I've not really thought about it." I was clearly lying.
Leaning towards my ear, Mandy tried to clear the issue up.
"Listen sissy boi, I know you'd love to fuck me again wearing lingerie."
Wow! Yet again she managed to shock me. Usually sex talk ends as soon as sex does but hearing that from the mouth of my gorgeous wife, awoke my tiny restricted cock again and I was eager once again.
"I get it, kind of. I'm struggling to understand the full appeal for you but must confess the chastity and pink thong panties made you so hard for me that I'm intrigued."
"So, how about we increase your choices...........faggot?"
Sliding her fingers over the keyboard of the computer, she quickly had a few web pages open from some well known and less obvious underwear and sex toy sites. I was trying with all my will to make my little cock relax to ease the discomfort I felt.
Pages whizzed by in front of me. All types of lingerie and underwear flashed by. I was transfixed on the pert bodies wrapped in all types and colours of lacy delights. Basques, teddies, suspenders, briefs, stockings, body stockings, thong panties, holdups, high stilettos and everything else in between. Then pages of toys popped up, some of which I had seen in videos and pictures. Mandy was not a big fan of sex toys, saying she preferred just my hands, mouth and 3" cock. She seemed to pause longer over some of the pages. This was obviously where she had chosen my steel chastity cage, in the smallest size available.
"What do you want first slave boi?" she asked.
"I don't know, what do you suggest Mistress?"
"It's not about me, every woman chooses her own based upon her preferences. I suppose you're at a disadvantage as you're coming into this a bit late aren't you sissy boi?" planting a kiss on my cheek.
I could feel myself becoming a little embarrassed and my face colouring red was giving me away.
"Don't be shy my love. It's ok, you don't have to go too slutty if you don't want to?"
"Thank you Goddess." I said from beneath a childish grin. The truth was I liked slutty, just like those women in videos I've watched before. Being an object of desire was the power they had. To me it seemed they had more power than the man doing the penetrating.
I flicked through the pages of the website again, looking for something to suggest, wothout picking something that only a porn star would wear. I was also aware of how silly a man in womens lingerie would look, so this was making me more cautious. I stopped at a black patterned lace body with thin shoulder straps and a fuller brief shape at the rear. It had snaps under the crotch.
"That's nice." I said
"Hmm, yeah that's sexy. I think you'll look like a hot gurl in that."
"Do you want black or red? I don't think virginal white would go as well with your hairy chest." Mandy howled.
"We could always shave your chest, I suppose. Really, your whole body should be hairless and smooth, like a sweet little gurl?"
"Black." I said, trying to steer the conversation as I gained a little confidence in her acceptance.
"Go fo a medium, as you're slim, really I think. Besides it'll add shape to your butt."
Mandy turned to me asking, "Can I buy something too? I feel like I need some new lingerie, especially as you're paying. Our neighbor Bob has been flirting with me, maybe I'll send him my pic."
"Sure. I'll go get my card."
Returning back to the kitchen. Mandy turns the laptop away from me.
"Don't look, I want what I've bought to be a surprise for you and Bob. All the neighborhood women are talking about what a hung stud Bob is."
With a few taps on the keyboard, my credit card in her hand, the purchase was complete.
"Great, it'll be here in a few days. I can't wait. I hope you can't either."
Sliding off the kitchen stool, Mandy went about preparing dinner as if nothing had happened earlier and seemed oblivious to the fact she'd just bought sexy underwear for us both. This was going to take some getting used to I think.
During dinner with our , I was sure that something would come out about our day, my confession and more worrying our purchase today. Yet nothing did, it was as if everything was normal. I sat thinking that I wish Mandy had found out early about this and regretted not having confidence in her to understand my gurly fetish. The evening passed and it was time for bed.
"Thanks for, well kinda understanding." I said as we lay beside each other in bed. "From when this all came out the other day, you've been outstanding taking this all onboard. Thank you my Mistress." I planted a kiss on her lips and turned to switch off the light.
Grabbing my face Mandy said, "It's okay, I suppose we all have little kinks we try to hide."
Kissing me on the mouth, teasing my tongue. Grabbing my hand, she fed it down her silky panties to her smooth pussy lips. I eagerly pushed at her parting, teasing my fingers along her slit. As I did, Mandy pushed her hand down my boxers, towards my chastised cock, rubbing the tip of the device with her fingers, trying to tease the tip of my small cock, pushed against the opening.
"Your clitty shouldn't be in boxers. It needs to be in lace or satin panties. Don't you agree slut?"
"Hmm, yes most definitely Goddess." being taken in with the moment.
"You'll have to wait until your sexy lingerie arrives won't you, Sissi-?" My cocklet twitched.
"Yes, I will." I say, still tonguing Mandy in between talking.
"You could always wear a pair of mine, if you're desperate to wear some? Would you like that?"
"Which pair do you love me wearing?"
Without thinking, I blurb out, "Those pink see-thru lace thong panties."
"Ahh, you little slut. Love a bit of pink do you...........faggot?"
"Go get them and put them on, before you come back here and please me."
I darted out of bed fumbling in her panty drawer, pulling them out from the bottom, hidden by the masses of plain boring 'daytime' panties as I call Mandy's comfy briefs. I slipping them up my legs and all at once I feel charged, both with senses and with sexual tension. Sliding back onto the bed I'm on my knees, back upright, reaching back down to my wife's hairless pussy, hooking fingers inside her white satin knickers. I insert a finger, teasing her opening, feeling the moistness increase. I toy with her clit with my thumb for a while applying varying amounts of pressure, listening to her telltale moans and gasps.
"More fingers." she orders.
I slowly insert a second, then a third finger into her eager pussy. As she gyrates in from of me I slip my final finger into her opening. Mandy comes to her knees in front of me as I continue to finger fuck her with my hand in her panties. Reaching down, she begins rubbing my encased clitty once again. Her breath deepens and she reaches around to hold me closer.
"Bet you'd love to fuck my pussy now wouldn't you sissy ?', as she hastens her rubbing on my small cock.
"Oh yes Goddess, I certainly would. You could always take this off?"
"No!" with a slap on my pantied ass.
"It stays on permanently. Understand me slave? But Bob can take me whenever he wants, he's a real man with a big cock."
With that she abruptly shoves a finger in my unsuspecting boi pussy. I flinch, violently, yet she manages to keep the finger at the opening.
"Keep pleasing me and your ass remains intact. Understand sissy?"
I nod, keeping focussed and working on her tight pussy gazing into her eyes as I do. I notice a steely, determined look on her face I've never really seen before. Her eyes begin to close slightly as her orgasm gets closer. A slight shudder comes over her as she comes on my hand, the wetness increases, the inside of her legs glistening. She loosens her grip on me and her threatening finger at my anus retreats.
Leaning back on the bed, she pulls the leg of her brief to one side saying "You're the best sissy-bitch any wife could ask for. Now clean me up again my slave boi."
I squat back in front of her wet pussy and go to work drying up her well fingered love hole.
"You look good in those red panties my sweet. You've got a nice ass in them. Maybe I'll send Bob a pic of both of us. He might want to fuck my pussy then fuck your boi pussy. Or he might let you suck his huge cock and get it hard so he can fuck me."
I glance up to see her looking at my rear in our wardrobe mirrors that face the bed. I push my head back down to finish my job.
Had I become a good sissy-bitch for her, a slave gurl? I was beginning to hope so. Now it sounds like I'll have a Mistress and a Master, perfect for a cute gurl.
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Posted:May 24, 2024 2:20 am
Last Updated:May 24, 2024 4:33 pm 2316 Views
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I'm old enough to go alone to my annual physical. Seated on the medical exam table, I wait for handsome Dr. Carter's arrival.
Dr. Carter is 31, 12 years older than me and, at 6' 4", he's 12" taller than me. Dr. Carter is a real man, and makes me feel like a real gurl.
After knocking on the wood door, he walks in, a white lab coat and outstretched large hand fill my sight. He asks a few questions and feels around my throat and neck. He navigates a cold stethoscope under my shirt and holds it to my chest and tells me to "Just relax," as he listens to my heart flutter. He teases my sensitive nipples with the cold steel, knowing exactly what this will do to me.
His arms wrap around my shoulders as he rests the stethoscope on my back and tells me to "Breathe." He stands in my personal bubble, and his presence makes me feel physically and emotionally vulnerable. After saying "You're perfect," he tells me to stand and drop my pants, stressing the importance of this part of the physical with maybe a few too many words and rationale.
As I rise from the medical table, Dr. Carter takes a seat on his padded stool chair with little wheels. His eyes are level with my waist. Standing over him, my thin body begins physically reacting as the only thing separating us is the tiny bulge in my pants. He approaches and hooks his fingers in my sweatpants' pockets and lowers his body to guide them to rest around my ankles. Dr. Carter's head raises, and gelled hair gently brushes against my hairless and smooth bare legs. His eyes return to me. I feel completely petrified. Looking down my body I see a gurly pink thong that was kept secret under my pants. My body is producing every single hormone possible. It's unclear even to me if wearing women's underwear was on purpose. Dr. Carter sees my response, sighs loudly and scratches his head, portraying this as an inconvenience. He holds his hands out and urges me to "Just relax." He walks over and lifts a post from the left and right sides of the medical exam table. Dr. Carter orders me to "Please take a seat, be a good little boi for me."
With an outstretched arm he guides me to the medical table. I nervously press my legs together as my sweatpants remain loose around my ankles. I am so scared. Am I in trouble now? A chill runs through me and goosebumps decorate my thighs. Dr. Carter's hands guide me to lay down. He navigates my feet out of the pants and raises my calves up into the stirrups on the side of the medical exam table. Dr. Carter stands tall between my upraised legs with his arms bent at his side.
The front of his khaki pants rubs against my sexy pink thong, and I feel the warmth of his large manhood. He studies me carefully, working his eyes from my ashamed face, down to my flat stomach, and further down to the lacy panties. My smooth, thin frame dressed as a gurl was not something he was formally trained in. None of the medical textbooks he studied described a 19-year-old sissy boi like what he saw in front of him.
With my heart absolutely racing, Dr. Carter leans in close and grabs the lacy waistband of my pink thong. The fabric offers little resistance as it is removed from my hips. They are guided upwards past the stirrups and my ankles until they're finally freed. His head is racing with thoughts, but he steadies himself by resting a hand on my nude 19-year-old feminine body. His fingers are inches away from my smooth semi-erect little penis and the entrance to my boi pussy. It's unclear if he's trying to excite me, but that is exactly what he is doing, and I cannot hide my excitement.
Dr. Carter returns to the room's single wood door entrance and with a clockwise twist of his wrist he drives the lock in place with a "Click." Dr. Carter drops his white lab coat on the floor and looks at me. His face is filled with sexual desire. The medical room blinds remain open letting in a blue and green vision of the outside world. I breathe deeply and rest the palm of my hands on my thighs feeling goosebumps and the drafty feeling that comes from being entirely exposed.
The Doctor's coat and my thong touch intimately on the floor in a mound of white and pink fabric. They form a blend of rugged polyester and delicate French lace. The mating of two similar objects with very different purposes. Metallic sounds of unbuckling and unzipping fill the room as the two of us become completely undressed. I close my eyes and adjust slightly into a comfortable position and try to "Relax," just as he instructed.
Dr. Carter holds his large hands close to my ears as he puts on rubber gloves, knowing the sound will excite me further, knowing that I know in a few seconds his large finger, coated with KY jelly, will be inserted into my tight, virgin boi pussy. My little rock hard cocklet is leaking precum and throbbing as Dr. Carter moves between my legs and again tells me to relax and be a good little gurl. Just to make me his slut, Dr. Carter teases the opening to my boi pussy, causing me to push towards his teasing finger, making me moan like a horny slut, his horny slut.
But no, instead of giving me the anal exam I'm needing, so bad, Dr. Carter moves beside me, gently turns my head towards him and instructs me to open my mouth, open wide and stick out your tongue. He's so big, and I lick without being told to, and then the huge mushroom head is in my mouth, and Dr. Carter is telling me to lick and suck, lick and suck like my sexy cock sucking gurl. This comes so naturally to me, to serve real men and give them pleasure, as my tiny clitty throbs with every heartbeat. His huge cock grows even bigger in my mouth as he pumps in and out, and I'm thinking, do I want his delicious cum down my throat or in my virgin boi pussy.
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Peeping Gitl
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Posted:May 23, 2024 5:03 am
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Josephine entered her apartment practically jumping with excitement. She dropped her groceries on the kitchen counter and ran to the bedroom, where her telescope waited on its tall, three-legged perch.
She had just dashed up four flights of stairs from the underground parking garage. She had been fumbling groceries out of her Corolla's trunk when she saw Marguerite, the buttoned-down thirty something from across the way stepping into the elevator. Marguerite was carrying a plastic bag from the local video store. The sight galvanized Josie; the bag could only mean one thing. Fifty-three seconds later, she was at her telescope.
Josie wedged two of her closed blinds apart with the business end of the 'scope, and then craned her swan-like neck to use the eyepiece. In a second, she was zooming in on Marguerite's apartment. Without realizing she was doing it, Josie gave her lips a slow, lascivious lick.
Her blinking blue eyes were comically magnified by her big, square-framed glasses. Her irises filled the lenses. With her pulled-back blonde hair and large nose, she looked somewhat like a female, twentyish version of Ichabod Crane. Like Ichabod, she was slender on top--she could barely fill the 34B-cup bras she insisted on buying--but her incongruous belly-dancer's hips and large, powerful legs saved her from spindly awkwardness. She thanked God daily for maintaining her interest in competitive swimming through university.
Josie and Marguerite lived in an old-fashioned two-story U-shaped apartment building. A large lawn with a swimming pool surrounded by hedges lay between the two wings, and Marguerite's apartment sat directly across from Josie's. And Marguerite never closed her living-room curtains.
Josephine could see her now, seated on her couch, already watching television. The excitable hairs on the nape of Josie's neck stood up. Marguerite's television sat angled away from the window, so Josie couldn't see the screen, but she could, however, see the DVD case lying on top of it. She zoomed in. It was open and empty, with the top flipped up, and Josie's telescope was powerful enough for her to make out the cover.
Oh yes. It was a porno, all right. A slim, large-breasted redheaded girl stood smiling proudly in a tiny pink bikini, surrounded by muscular grinning men in swimsuits. The title of this opus read Gang Wars 13.
It's always the redheads with Marguerite, Josie mused with a smile.
She pulled the view back slightly, and tracked over to Marguerite. That buxom Hispanic lady sat on her couch, working her remote (probably skipping ahead to the good bits, thought Josie) with her legs crossed demurely like any career woman at the end of a long day. She had undone the bun she wore to the office, and her thick mane of inky-black curls tumbled over her shoulders in glorious disarray.
Josie smiled, and a subtle tension she wasn't previously aware of relaxed inside her.
Hi honey, I'm home. The thought came with a surge of warmth and whimsy.
Marguerite had big, liquid-brown eyes with slender brows that rose in inquisitive arches. She had dimpled cheeks, just the slightest double chin, and a tiny, pouting mouth. She had a gigantic bosom which strained the suit jackets she wore, and strong, smooth-skinned legs that tapered fetchingly at her knees and ankles.
Josie licked her lips again as she watched Marguerite undo her ruffled realtor's blouse and open it. She wore a fancy purple lace bra underneath--nothing too revealing for work, but still pretty sexy. It was at least five times bigger than the largest bra Josie owned. And Marguerite's breasts still strained its seams.
Marguerite put down the remote and leaned forward, watching the television intently. She crossed her legs a few times. Her eyes grew brighter and more avid; clearly the action on screen was getting good. Josie watched a long tongue roll out to lick her lips, just like she had done. Great minds think alike, she thought, chuckling to herself.
With an abrupt movement, Marguerite shrugged out of her blouse. She fluffed it out so it wouldn't wrinkle and laid it on the couch beside her. Her arms were more toned than the rest of her, and her hands long and dexterous. She wore light pink nail polish on her fingers and toes. The smooth mocha-au-lait of her shoulders and tummy gleamed.
Marguerite's lips parted, and her cheeks pinkened visibly. She let a hand slide through her hair, and down the side of her throat. Her fingers fluttered over her breastbone.
All of a sudden, her eyes widened, and her lips pursed into an enticing pucker. Something hot must have just happened onscreen. Her chest heaved.
Josie felt her own pulse quicken. Her nipples were already so hard they hurt. A familiar rush of juvenile naughtiness transported her. A tiny remorseful section of her heart said, oh this is just wrong, Josie, you should stop, and she gleefully disobeyed, the way she always did when she spied on Marguerite.
"Come on honey," she coaxed into her telescope. "Give it to me."
As if she overheard, Marguerite stood up and reached behind herself to unclip her bra. She held out her arms, and it fell forward off her chest. The perfect globes of her breasts joggled with their newfound freedom. Marguerite's dark-brown nipples had wide, bump-ringed areolas, and they stood out every bit as erect as Josie's.
Josie breathed deeply. Her lungs felt like they had enlarged, and her breaths came floating up some vast hollow canyon.
Marguerite bent at the waist to push down her flouncy, violet skirt. No matter how many times she saw them, the perfection of Marguerite's breasts always astonished Josie. Clearly she had the best plastic surgeon in town.
Marguerite stayed bent over for a moment, untangling her skirt from her heels, making sure it didn't drag on the carpet. Oddly, she wore a pair of pink string bikini bottoms in lieu of panties, tied tightly at the sides. A fury of expectation choked Josie.
Come on, she begged silently. Come on.
And then--the payoff. Still bent over, Marguerite untied her bottoms, whipped them off, and then finally straightened. An tiny erect penis swung out and up from where her tight bottoms had pressed it to the side.
"Ahhhh," sighed Josie. "There we are."
It bounded around in its own little victory dance. It had an arrogant upward curve, and a slightly lighter shade of brown than her nipples. A little plum-shaped, red-pink head bobbed atop; the shaft lofted it 3" high. Below her little penis, Marguerite had a pair of small balls the size of ripe apricots in a hairless sac. She had no pubes, but generally wore modest swimsuits, Josie knew, and had a faint tan line to prove it. The lighter area of her denuded groin down to her clitty, forming a bridge of tendons and skin linking the impossible to flesh-and-blood fact.
Without straightening or looking away from the eyepiece, Josie cocked first one hip and then the other to shove her sensible skirt down to her thighs, where it could drop to the floor on its own. She stepped out of it, and put a hand down her plain white cotton working-day panties. She was already wet. Watching Marguerite always made her lubricate strongly, and there was a vacant, needy ache throbbing between her legs. She slipped her fingers through her soft folds to moisten them, and then began rubbing herself briskly with the pads of her index, middle and ring fingers. Pleasure filled her. A hot blush colored her cheeks and spread over her skin.
Josie kept touching herself as her eyes rolled all over Marguerite's thin body with unalloyed glee. The gurl was a joy to behold. Marguerite had a flat belly, but a stunning bottle-neck waist that made the spread of her thin hips that much more dramatic. The bobbing protrusion of her hard little penis gave the whole package a kinky, surreal, outrageous appeal.
Marguerite picked up the remote and snapped a quick button-press at the screen (probably pausing it, thought Josie dizzily). Then she gathered up her discarded clothes, turned and walked out of her living room. She had a cute thin bubble butt that always made Josie salivate. Her smooth butt cheeks rocked up and down as she walked.
Marguerite returned from her bedroom nude, but carrying a large beach towel and a pink bottle of moisturizing tanning oil. Her little penis remained erect, and jounced this way and that as she walked. Josie watched her drape the towel over her sofa, and noted she kept on her low-rise black heels. Nude except for them, she sat back down on her towel-covered davenport.
Marguerite uncapped the oil and poured a long stream of the stuff over her breasts, belly, and upright tiny prick. She rubbed it in with her other hand. She kneaded her breasts, rolling and pulling her nipples between her fingers. Her whole upper body began to glisten.
Josie tore her gaze from Marguerite for a moment to race to her bed's end table. She yanked it open and retrieved a big red vibrating cock dildo. She was back squinting into the telescope in a heartbeat. Great, she hadn't missed anything. Marguerite was still engaged in her own dreamy personal foreplay.
Josie yanked down her panties and sent them flying with an impatient kick. Without breaking eye contact for a second, she switched on the vibrator and inserted it into her vagina.
"Ohhhhh God," she moaned in a voice that trembled as much as her buzzing plastic toy. Her toes curled to grip the shag of her carpet.
Through her telescope, Josie saw Marguerite had now grasped her hard tiny penis with her thumb and finger, slender hands stroking it up and down.
Nice, she gasped in her head. Oh nice, so nice.
Marguerite's chest rose and fell and her wide eyes stared at the television. Her pretty mouth was open and Josie could almost hear her sweet, panting breaths.
One of Marguerite's hands slipped down to cup and fondle her boi balls. Those little orbs enlarged as the skin of their sac pulled up into a gleaming tightness. They lifted and hugged Marguerite's clitty.
She reached underneath them and began rubbing in little circles. Fumbling in her excitement, Josie zoomed in tight and a gust of breath escaped in wonder. She didn't always get to see it, and that made today special; Marguerite's boi pussy displayed itself to her.
It was a pink, pretty little thing, and the webby skin of her scrotum merged in seamless ridges. With her balls all swollen and pulled up so tightly now, her boi pussy lay bare and defenseless. Now her fingers worked away at it.
Josie began moving her humming plastic friend in and out of herself in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her nipples felt like steel, and they chafed against the cotton of her blouse. She could feel the steamy heat in her body, in her face; it was like standing in front of an open sauna. She undid her top and shrugged it off so she could feel the cool air of the room on her skin. It felt so good to be as nude as Marguerite. Her lust made her woozy, and she felt like giggling like a loon. This was normal.
Marguerite spread her legs wide and Josie gasped. She could see everything: the glistening boi pussy opening, the gleaming pink-brown pucker of her anus, the way her balls bounced atop her busy knuckles and even the shine of her precum on the insides of her thighs.
"Yes," Josie moaned in that plaintive, needy tone Marguerite always brought out of her. "Oh, yes..what a beautiful gurl."
Marguerite's bosom rose and fell faster. Her hand pumped quicker on the curving upright column of her little penis. Her other hand gyrated faster at the wrist to rub her boi pussy hole in quicker, tighter loops. There was a light gleam of perspiration on her high, imperious forehead. She licked her lips, and Josie saw the muscles begin jumping in her thighs and her tummy.
"Ohhh yes," Josie whimpered. She pumped faster, matching her own tempo to Marguerite's. Her own arousal soared. It rose and rose, and she gasped when she realized it wasn't going to level off at any intermediate plateau; this was a one-way shuttle all the way to the Promised Land. With her free hand she began frantically rubbing her clitoris. She felt the contractions begin.
Marguerite was right there with her. The gurl had closed her eyes; it seemed her own pleasures had finally stolen her attention from those of the performers onscreen. The spine of muscle that ran up the underside of her penis inflated suddenly, and Josie gasped as a fountain of thick, creamy delicious cum flew up in the air. It shot up at least four feet, described a steep arc and came splattering down across Marguerite's face and throat. Josie could see the tendons in her neck working, (they stood out whitely against her flushed skin) and knew she was gasping or maybe even crying out in her apartment. Another, equally generous spurt of yummy cum followed, splashing thickly all over Marguerite's perfect breasts. Her voluptuous body quaked as her tiny penis lobbed semen all over her torso.
"Ohhhh," Josie's breath left her in a harsh, quivery exhalation as a violent orgasm of her own wracked her body. Her eyes rolled up and their lashes fluttered. She swayed on her feet and almost knocked over her telescope.
Her vision went kind of starry for a few moments. When she regained her senses, a lock of hair had come free from her ponytail and she shook it out of her face. Pleasurable little jolts ricocheted about her hips and tummy. She was sweaty and panting. A happy, silly smile had pasted itself to her face.
She put her eye back to the telescope. She had bumped it, and had to zoom out to reacquire Marguerite's apartment before zooming in again.
Josie's smile curled more deeply. Marguerite filled her lens, and she was one sultry, satisfied Latina slut. She lay sprawled on her couch, arms flung out to the sides, her sweaty feminine body covered in glimmering pools of sperm. Her C bust rose and fell at a much slower pace now. Whitish rivulets ran down her cheeks, and a string of it hung across her open, sighing mouth. Bubbly semen glossed her sulky, tantalizing lips.
She licked as much cum as possible. The sight put another shiver through Josie's loins.
Marguerite's brown eyes were lidded and slutty from her climax. She heaved a great sigh and licked her lips. She wiped her face with her fingertips and then sucked them clean of her own tasty cum.
Josie wondered what her come tasted like. The few boys she'd sucked to completion had been bland and vaguely salty. Not bad, but certainly nothing to inspire the kind of relish with which Marguerite always licked up her own cum.
Josie got another pleasant little quiver as she watched Marguerite. She watched as she raised her arms, smiled up at the ceiling, and gave a long, languid, feline stretch.
Marguerite sat up, fluffed out her hair, and then wrapped the big beach towel around herself. She rose and half-limped, half-swayed off to her bathroom.
Josie sighed. Marguerite's post-masturbatory shower would last a good fifteen minutes, she knew, and her favorite neighbor would then spend the rest of the evening in pink thong panties. Any further monkey business would then occur in her bedroom, and those curtains were always closed.
Josie left her telescope and lay down on her bed. She took stock of herself: she was limp and drained, but her blood was still up. She was blazing in that special way that only slutty Marguerite could inspire, and one orgasm just wasn't going to cut it. She had planned on doing Yoga this evening, but as loose as she felt now, it would be superfluous.
She began masturbating again, this time at a slower, more luxurious pace. She closed her eyes and replayed Marguerite's performance in loving slow-mo. It was fresh and vivid in her mind. Josie freed a hand to fumble blindly through her bedside table for her lube and anal beads. She wanted to get extra freaky tonight.
Josephine had discovered Marguerite's secret entirely by accident the previous year. She'd been adjusting the zoom for what was promising to be a spectacular autumn moonrise and misjudged the tilt. She found herself with a lens-full of her naked across-the-way gurl neighbor instead.
Marguerite's extraordinary anatomy floored Josie. Even though a part of her knew it was inexcusable to violate someone else's privacy this way, she kept her telescope's sighting aperture right where it was. At first it was because she couldn't believe her eyes, but then it was because she couldn't look away. She felt the wet trickle down her thigh, and realized her heart and pussy were both pounding with excitement. Marguerite made her hotter than anyone or anything she'd ever encountered. When the dark temptress ejaculated, the contortions of her face and body made Josie come, on the spot, without even touching herself.
Blushing and appalled, she had rushed into her shower to scrub away the experience. As she soaped herself up, she began masturbating. The images now indelibly stamped in her mind were just too potent to resist.
When she came, it was every bit as life-altering as the first time she'd made love. She'd never come so quickly or explosively. Most of it was Marguerite, but part of it was the illicit thrill of spying--the idea of seeing things she wasn't supposed to see. She came four times in the space of an hour, which was an undreamt-of record for her. Each jarring orgasm followed quickly after the other. By the time she hauled her gorgeous, rubber-legged body out of her shower, she had resigned herself to her fate. She was hooked on a gurl, a sissy boi, a faggot.
Josie couldn't fathom it then, and still couldn't now. She'd never had any voyeuristic tendencies before. Erotic pictures and movies tended to embarrass rather than arouse her. Even now she couldn't bring herself to photograph or take digital videos of Marguerite, even though the technology was readily available. It just seemed wrong to her, a line of creepiness she couldn't cross.
Whenever the gurl across the way stripped and masturbated, however (which she did at least four times a week), Josie had absolutely no reservations about enjoying that to the fullest. She had amassed quite a collection of sex toys over the last year to enhance her voyeuristic pleasures. Marguerite had the ability to make Josephine forget for brief, sweet periods that she was a dorky bespectacled woman with a big nose, small tits, and no social graces. Her dull job at a downtown investment house had blossomed into a rewarding career; she could now afford a much swankier apartment, even a modest house if she wanted, but there was no way she would ever move away from sissy boi Marguerite.
Josephine tensed, gasped loudly, and then went limp with a whimper. She took deep breaths and luxuriated in that sense of ineffable well-being a good strong orgasm always gave her. She had come so many times, and so intensely, that she actually smarted a little between the legs. Her anus stung pleasantly, too. She had not been gentle with herself.
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Bound Gurl
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Posted:May 22, 2024 3:29 am
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 6:11 am 2861 Views
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I shudder and squirm against the ropes around arms and legs. You watch my small cock jiggle as I struggle. You also notice the shiny precum leaking out of me, in anticipation of your big cock. You begin to stroke your cock as you take in the view. Slowly sliding your length between my butt cheeks, your precum coats your entire length. While I still can't see because of the blindfold, I can feel your girth, "Fuck Master, that's a massive cock!" I say under my breath.
You chuckle, "You feel that sissy boi? Think you can handle that slut?" A bit giddy, "Only one way to find out Diana..."
I feel the ropes on my ankles loosen, "I think it's time we get some more of that cute ass of yours." You grab onto my thighs and roughly flip my entire thin body in one swoop. My feet crash to the floor for a split second before you grab onto my hips and force me further up onto the bed onto my hands and knees. Even more pushing, you climb up onto the bed behind me, my head finally finding its way to the pillow. You grab the rope tied around my wrists and pull it loose enough to unhook one of my hands. You grab the back of my neck and pin it down, grabbing my arms and forcing them behind my back. You take the rope that was originally tied around my wrists and tie my arms together, keeping me in the proper position with my bubble butt in the air.
You smack my butt and watch it jiggle, a pink handprint left on one of my cheeks. You smack the other and begin to roughly fondle my smooth butt cheeks. You spread my cheeks to get a good view of my boi pussy, ready for your use. My tight asshole pulses as you slide your finger into my boi pussy and back out to. "You're such a slut for cock and needy... just begging for a fat cock." You line your cock up at the entrance of my boi pussy and slide your fat cock into me at full force pushing me into the pillow as I yelp like a little gurl
My tight boi pussy feels so good wrapping around your huge cock. I'm moaning loud, the pillow muffling my screams of pleasure. Your massive cock is stretching my hole more than any of the others have tonight, "Master...you fat cock feels so good Sir." You grab onto my slim hips and pull me back into you. I grab at the ropes around my wrists to get leverage as you plow in and out of me. My boi pussy squeezes around you as I try to muffle my moans of pleasure in the pillow.
"Hey, man! Get over here and get that cock in Diana's mouth, looks like she needs something to shut her up," you say to who knows who. Someone else comes up to the head of the bed and grabs my arm. This surprise guest, stud number 5, yanks me over to the side of the bed allowing my face to turn out towards him, his stiff cock bobbing in the air directly in front of my face. My thoughts again interrupted by the familiar beautiful cock being pushed into my sissy cock sucking mouth.
Your powerful thrusts force my mouth down his shaft, his cock now deep down my throat. Drool starts to drip down my chin while precum drips down my legs. You spread my ass cheeks and spit onto my asshole. You begin to rub it in with your thumb as you continue to tease me. Wanting more of a hold on me, you slide your thumb into my asshole and use it to pull me back. I gasp as I choke and gag on the studs big cock down my throat. All my moans and groans are muffled by his cock as he fucks my throat.
A few more pumps, my muffled screams ringing in your ears, "Holy shit faggot, I've gotta slow down or I'm going to blow my load in this tight little boi pussy." I whimper and whine, trying to pick up my head enough to drop the cock so you can hear my pleas, "Don't stop Master...mmm...Sir I need to feel you insi...*glug*" I was interrupted by his cock plunging back into my cock sucking mouth.
You can't hold off any longer and you pull out, your cock sways in the air, hovering over my butt as you take a few deep breaths and let your cock calm down. I whimper as my pleasure and desires are ripped out of me. This frustration is quickly replaced by other feelings of desire. You smack my ass, spreading my cheeks apart to see my gaped boi pussy and now spanked red cheeks. You fondle my ass and begin to laugh at the slut you've turned me into. My moans slip around the cock in my mouth as he holds himself balls deep, only pulling out to let me breathe before plunging back in. The room fills with my gurgles as I groan as I'm being used on one end and pleasured from the other. A spit roasted slutty gurl who loves cock, begging for cock every day.
He grabs a fistful of my hair and begins to pump his cock in and out, forcing my head to bob back and forth until he pulls my face back. One hand still wrapped around my hair, the other aggressively jerks his own cock as he grunts and spews his entire load all over my blindfolded face. I stick my tongue out to taste all I can as I catch my breath and moan from your tongue exploring my butt. He walks out of the room and down the stairs to leave me with you and whoever else is in the room as I still have no way of knowing just how many are now watching the show live on the bed that is now a stage.
You decide to be the first of the night to use and fill my horny hole. You spread my ass and line up your cock. Not hearing any argument from me or my Master in the corner, you begin to press the head of your cock against my puckered hole. I pull at my restraints and groan on the cock in my mouth. You continue to pump, just the tip at first as you work your length inside of me, "Fuck...your ass is so tight..." I whimper a bit as the pain turns into pleasure. You pick up the pace as your orgasm begins to build back up, even faster than the first. You've been dying to fuck my ass all night and now that you're getting the chance, you need release.
"Oh fuck...I'm about to shoot my load deep into your ass faggot... and you can't do anything about it." You begin pounding even harder, reaching the tip of your dick inside my tight hole, opening me up for a massive load. I scream in pleasure as you ram into me, my ass smacking against your pelvis with each thrust. I pull on all the restraints as my body spasms from the shock. I feel your cock throb deep inside of me as you grunt, your cock spewing rope after rope of yummy cum deep inside of me.
You slowly pull out and admire my used up boi pussy as your cum gushes out of it and down my thighs. "Thanks for the fuck you little slut. I better get back to that party now." You leave me squirming as you clean yourself off and walk out of the room. I hear Master get out of his chair, close the door, and make his way over to me. He undoes all my ropes and removes the blindfold. He begins to use a rag to clean up all the mess everyone left. He kisses me on the forehead, "You're such a good gurl...I'll give you a choice. Do you want your well-deserved orgasm now, you can jack off your tiny cock? Or should we go down and join the party so you can potentially meet the cocks that used you tonight?" After some thought, I couldn't help but want to keep everything a mystery. I don't need to know who...just that it was amazing. I hope I get to be a blindfolded free-use slutty hole again soon! Plus, I can't turn down or deny the crowd downstairs a well-deserved orgasm!!
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Posted:May 21, 2024 5:05 am
Last Updated:May 30, 2024 6:11 am 3157 Views
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You have followed your instructions beautifully. But that is no surprise to me. You are a wonderful submissive and an exquisite exhibitionist. You have shown me what I asked to see and I am already hard and well on my way to very happy.
My instructions were a follow up on an earlier photo you sent me. A photo that was also taken in your bedroom. I wanted a closer view, a better view of your pretty pink thong panties.
You could choose to take the shot from the front or the rear. And as I stare at your beautiful and bare ass, your choice was clear.
Your pink lace panties leave little the imagination, barely covering your tiny cock. But they show much to desire.
And I look at your photo, at your pose, your head down, your ass up, on your knees for me and my dominant side rises instantly to the top.
I want to go right up to you grab your ass, spank it and then kiss your cheeks to make it better.
But I don't want to stop there. I want to slide your panties to the side and lick you from below. I want to pull your panties down and take you from behind.
And instead of your dream catcher or just your wall, I want you to be facing a mirror while I fuck you.
I want to be able to see you biting your lovely lower lip. I want to see your small beautiful breasts as I am pounding you from behind. And I want to see you open you mouth as you orgasm letting out the surprisingly cute but still seriously sexy sounds you can make when you cum.
But me seeing a photo of you and wanting to taste you, take you, mount you and make you have analgasms on my cock is nothing new.
Thanks to you that's a Monday for me now. What is new is what I see on your wall. I see it and I start to laugh. You are a vibrant gurl, and you have bright color samples hanging on your wall.
I see the samples stuck there with blue painter's tape and I see the second invitation
Clever and cute. Smart and sexy. You already know my answers. I want to come over to fuck you but also to paint your fucking room.
You have picked out the paint colors you want. You have also chosen the date and time you want me to arrive to help you paint. I know I will be painting. I know there will be submission and exhibition and sex.
But the timing and the roles I do not know yet. Maybe you don't either. Sometimes you "feel very switchy." Lines like that are a major reason why whatever my role, the second I step into your bedroom I am going to be yours, so fucking yours.
The moment I walk into the room I know that you are feeling submissive. In preparation of our meeting I dropped off some supplies. Most were practical, like my favorite brushes and guide and a new drop cloth and some rolls of painter's tape. But included in the box was a handmade flower I made from that painter's tape. And I am greeted by you wearing that flower from a slave collar around your neck.
"Thank you for helping me to paint my bedroom, Sir." you say adding "Let me know if there is anything, I can do to help you tonight."
"I could use a little encouragement" I say adding "How about each wall I paint you lose an article of clothing?" "I assume you want me to keep my stockings on. Is that right Sir? My Master." you reply with a slight curtsey and a smile.
And I quickly close the gap between us and bend down slightly to kiss you before answering "Yes Lari, the rest of your clothes are coming off but you are going to keep those sexy stockings on."
Normally when I paint, I like to get all of the taping done at once, but tonight things are different. You are here and I have plans for you. So, I start to tape just the first of four walls.
And I go along the trim with my brush taking care to not make a mess. But it is a challenge. You have chosen to wear a sweater that shows off your curves. It is woven tight enough that I can't really tell what you are wearing underneath unless you want me to know.
And you want me to know. I look up from working above the floorboards to see you lying on the bed, stockinged ankles crossed behind you, the V of your sweater hanging down below your smiling face showing that beneath the sweater you are wearing a bra and nothing else.
I look down from the ladder after working below the molding and now I see you pulling on your sweater again. But this time instead of pulling your sweater down so I can see your bra, you are pulling it up so that I can see your pink thong panties.
"Lovely" I say. Then after I have climbed down the ladder and put up my paint brush, but before I break out my roller I walk over to you. I place one hand high up between your thighs, the other I place on your face. Then I say "Four walls, but only three items of clothing you can remove, what are you going to reward me with for the final wall?"
And then you take my left hand with yours and pull it up against your panties. And then you take my right hand and place it on your sweater right above your right breast. And you say "you can take whatever you want as your reward Master."
I respond by groping you as I give you a long and deep kiss. And when I finally finish I say "You. I want you. I always want you Lari."
It doesn't take much time for me to roll paint onto a single wall. And I have a playlist playing in the background that has good energy for painting.
But every song has also been selected to make sure you know that even when my back is turned to you I am still thinking about fucking your boi pussy.
So when I turn to collect my reward for finishing a wall the music is as hard and as pumping as I am and as I want to be, you seem to be ready too for your sweater stays on. Instead you slide your lacy, frilly pink panties down your almost as pale thighs, across your knees, and past your stockinged feet before finally presenting them to me.
And they are wet. And I know you are ready. And I think to myself. This is my reward. This is what I get for lifting weights and taking long walks. I am ready. I have the strength and stamina to paint your four walls and fuck you four times sissy boi.
So I slide my hand up your thigh, onto your tiny cock and after a quick rub I slide a finger inside you and start to play.
"Would you like me to take a break from painting to take a taste of you faggot?"
"Yes, Sir" you say as you lay back pulling your sweater up to just above where your panties would have been and spread your legs for me.
And I give you more than just a taste. I give you more than just a tease. I go down on you eagerly. And I get to feel and see and even taste you responding to my tongue. And then, as if to pay you back for edging me repeatedly when you were in charge an earlier evening, I suddenly stop. I stop licking your little cock. I stop touching you. I stand up and walk away.
And I go and grab a roll of painter's tape as if I am just going to start on the next wall. I can hear you breathing hard, I imagine you are wondering what to say now. I guess at this moment you are torn between wanting to serve and wanting to be serviced.
But this is not a choice you have to make tonight. "Would you like me to take a break from painting tonight to fuck you slut?" I ask you as I turn to face you again.
"Oh yes, Sir" you say as you spread your legs even wider for me. And while my plan is to put your legs together, I am not one to reject such an awesome invitation. And still in my painting clothes I pull out my huge cock, and climb onto you and slide into you.
You were already close from my sucking you earlier and it's not long before I hear you say "Sir may I please cum on your cock?" and I reply "Of course Lari. I want to feel... you... cum... on... my... cock." I say as I thrust in and out of you. And soon you are tensing beneath me and letting out a cute and almost quiet moan followed by a "Thank you Sir."
"Are you ready to cum in me now Sir?" you ask me. And I surprise you by pulling out and saying "No."
But before you spend any real time getting the wrong idea, I take your legs and pull them together by your ankles. Then I grab the conveniently placed roll of tape and tape your ankles together. And as I gently roll you over on your side, I slide back inside you and start pumping into your tight boi pussy again.
And from behind you I reach up under your sweater and start groping your sensitive nipples. And right before I do I let you know telling you in your ear "I am going to cum in you."
I leave you lying down with your legs still tied together to go paint the next well.
But before pull out, I whisper in your ear "Lari." Then I grab your ass one more time and I pull your sweater up another inch. I want to make sure I get a good view of your beautiful bubble butt and my cum dripping out of you while I work. And of course, I grab the roll of painter's tape.
I go back to taping and painting the next wall. This time I am ignoring you while I am working. But whenever I have to step down from the ladder I do more than look.
I walk back over to the bed to kiss you, caress you and tell you how much I am Looking forward to fucking you again after you take off that next piece of clothing.
And when I finish that wall I see you roll back up so your legs are stretched out straight to take off your bra from beneath your sweater. A skill that as a mere man I have always appreciated. But I know that the tape will only get in the way of what I have planned next.
So, I whip out and whip open my knife and keeping your stockings safe I slice open the tape tying your legs together.
Then I pile the pillows together in the middle of the bed, point and say, "On your knee slut."
"Yes, Sir" you say as you assume the position for me.
This time I take the painter's tape and I move to your front. I know you are a fan of bondage, heavy and light, and I am a fan of and and, so I both bind your wrists together and I give you another task.
I carefully fold the tape into what looks like a long thin blue belt. I lay it across your wrists and say, "Lari my sweet , keep this from falling off while I fuck you, and you will get rewarded while I paint your next wall."
"I will do my best not to let you down Sir" you say as you grip the bedsheets in front of you and arch your back in preparation. I take off my boots, socks and pants and underwear and lay them on the floor. But before I start fucking you I reach into a bag I brought. And pull out a mirror. I don't want to damage your wall with a nail, I would have to patch it myself anyway, but I want to watch your face while I take you from behind.
Lucky for me, the mirror is light and I brought lots of tape. And soon I get to see your gorgeous lips open wide in that mirror as I am holding you by your hips and pounding you from behind.
But I don't keep my hands on your hips for long. I take advantage of your lack of a bra by grabbing yoursmall breasts from beneath your sweater. And as I cum inside you one more time I tell you "You are so sexy, and you did well. Looks like you get your reward Lari."
I lift and cut the tape from off your wrist and now we get back to reality for a bit. I put my clothes back on and we take this time to refresh and rehydrate. And when you walk back into your bedroom I have already finished taping the next wall. And the roll of tape is lying on the bed right beside your reward.
"Thank you Sir" is all you say as you lie back down on the bed, spread your legs and lift your sweater up to make room for your reward.
I tape your magic wand to your thigh so that it is on your tiny hard cocklet, just where it needs to be and then turn it on. And as I walk away to get back to work I wonder who will finish first. I have been listening to you moan this whole time but now you are getting loud.
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I hear you say. "Please Sir, I need to cum now. I know you're not done yet, but please... Sir... permission" you struggle to say. "Cum" I say adding "You have my permission to cum." But before I finish the sentence it is already moot. You have already begun to cum. And I stop painting just long enough to turn off the wand for you to give you a rest.
Without the delightful distraction of hearing the sweet sexy sounds you make when you are getting ready to cum, I quickly finish the wall. Now I finally get to see you nude except for your stockings. And you are probably wondering what I am going to tape next and you might be worried I am going to try and fuck you again so soon after so much stimulation. But I have a different plan.
And while I didn't expect it to be done at this point, I am in no way sorry we went in this order.
I tape your A tits. A blue X across each nipple. As if to say X marks the spot where I am going to fuck you next. And from the bag I now pull out some oil. And even though I only really need to oil your cleavage, I rub the oil into every bit of each breast not currently covered with tape. And this time I strip completely naked before climbing on top of you and slowly sliding my big cock between your small tits until I cum onto your chest.
It is getting late so I just put back on underwear as I take down the mirror and finish the final wall. I can tell you are getting tired. So, I say "You have behaved beautifully Lari, my #1 slut. Pick a position and I will happily suck you and fuck you once more."
Now I can get my mouth back to pleasuring your tiny clitty. Before I do I say "You have my permission sissy boi." Now when I go back down on you I let my free hand travel up under your T-shirt to fondle your small beautiful breasts. And as I find a nipple and start to squeeze it at the same time I am sucking on your clitty you start to spasm, cumming on my fingers and face.
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