Author: Ken Johnson
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Krissy’s Note: Part two of the continuing adventures of Lana is here and there is plenty of great action here for those of you who enjoyed Lana: First Encounter! Ken really knows how to write some steamy scenes, that’s for sure! Enjoy and I hope that Ken will keep these encounters coming!

Well, you may remember the satisfaction I felt at the end of my first encounter with Lana. I had not really expected to find a CD with whom I felt so comfortable.  Usually, I had left my experiences with some discomfort about the surroundings or the person I had been with.  Not in this case, she was a capable person who enjoyed spending part of her life as a woman and, in that role, having sex with a man.  As it turned out, there seemed to be some serendipity in our meeting.  She was searching for a friend with whom to share a secret life as was I.  I am bi-sexual and enjoy being with women and with men who are passable or semi-passable dressed as women.  But I have no desire to be with men.  I am not sure why I enjoy some TG women.  Probably some people would think I am nuts, the same people who could not imagine me thinking of myself as straight. But I have come to view gender as a continuum and therefore, my own preferences in a sexual partner are a bit more adventurous than the average guy.   I find certain women and certain transgender women sexually attractive.  Usually they are tall, fit, olive skinned and often Asian.  And of course, in my mind they are all women although some of them have a little something extra.

Lana, my new friend is about 6’ tall with heals and probably weighs 170 lb.  She is not petite, in fact would remind one of a very athletic woman with a swimmer’s build, strong legs and arms, broad shoulders and narrow hips.  Her legs are long, smooth and look terrific in nylons (or without for that matter).  She is Asian (Chinese, very tall even for a guy) and with long shoulder length hair and make-up she easily passes as a woman.  She is an avid cyclist riding her road bike at every opportunity putting in more miles per week than I could imagine. It occurred to me that riding a road bike provided the perfect excuse for regular shaving of virtually every normally visible part of one’s body.  How convenient for a man who dresses.

One would have to look closely at Lana noting the size of her hands and the hint of facial hair to begin to think maybe things are not what they seem to be.  That suspicion coupled with the narrow hips and broad shoulders would have one wondering.  For me that is a total turn-on.  The mystery really gets me going.

Anyway, our first meeting had arisen from a connection through CL Casual Encounters.  Frankly, the first that had every really worked out for me.  There are so many flakes.  One never knows if the other party is who they say they are or what they really want or if they are just wasting your time and get a charge out of connecting on the net.  Multiple e-mails and false starts had resulted in an evening meeting at her apartment, helped along by a bottle of Pinot Grigio.  She loved to service her guy and I loved being serviced.   We had departed with a plan to meet again as soon as possible.  Her apartment was a convenient spot and allowed us the necessary privacy for an occasional discreet meeting as both of us had another life to lead on a daily basis.  Having a regular connection was attractive to both of us for a number of reasons.  We thought we could trust each other with this part of our private life.  Also, we are both drug and disease free and neither if us really wanted multiple partners to avoid the risks associated with promiscuity.

Our first meeting had ended with me receiving the best blow job I could remember.  She loved to take me deep in her mouth and had ended up swallowing every drop of sperm with me buried as far down her throat as possible.   I had cum after a long session where we kissed, talked, sipped wine, sucked c**k  and explored one another’s bodies.  Although, I have to say she did most of the exploring.  It seemed she wanted to know what pleased me and was eager to do anything on that list.  Hmmm.  Such a treat.  I had not topped her and although our date was totally satisfying, in the back of my mind I was wondering when we might move to the next step in our physical relationship.  And I wondered if she wanted to play in that way.  I assumed she did as she was eager to please me.

Finally, we arranged another meeting.  This one on a Wednesday afternoon that we both had free.  I arrived and after a gentle tap on the door was admitted just as before.  I managed to find the corkscrew and some glasses and we were soon sitting on the couch giving one another an update of our respective personal lives.  I enjoyed chatting as did she.  We knew sex was on the agenda but a chat and a glass of wine set us both at ease and also offered the opportunity to learn a bit more about each other.  After all,we seemed to be becoming friends.

I soon leaned in for a kiss and after several lengthy hot embraces and French kisses punctuated by a few more sips of wine, the fingers of her right hand found their way to the crotch of my pants and my hardening c**k.

She was wearing a short school girl dress and white blouse with panty hose instead of the garter and stocking combination she had worn for our first meeting.   I reached for her crotch and felt her hardening c**k .  Mine is 6”, medium sized and cut.  Hers was easily 7 or more inches and bigger than mine.  I thought again that I was thankful she did not want to penetrate me nor did I have any particular interest in that.  On the other hand, I enjoyed playing with her c**k struggling to find room in her panty hose.   And I enjoyed thinking about the mutual oral we might get into as the afternoon progressed.  While I contemplated the future, she had found my belt buckle and fly and before I knew it she was pulling my pants and boxers below my knees and pushing them to my ankles.  I was distracted from her hardness as she leaned over and kissed and licked my c**k, then taking me in her mouth.  I leaned back and luxuriated in the feeling.

She soon shifted her body around so that she was kneeling on the floor and facing me.  Once there she really began to work on my penis and balls.  I was again in heaven.  I looked down and her fingers were sliding up and down my c**k.  I could only see the top of her head and her forehead as she worked my balls with her tongue and explored the smooth sensitive are between the scrotum and the anus.  What a feeling.  I knew my ass was sensitive and I am sure she could tell that she had found another way to please me.

We found our way to the floor.  I pulled her pantyhose down in the front allowing her c**k to spring free and decided to do some of my own exploration.  So we were soon in the familiar ’69 position both of us f**king one another’s mouths.  My mouth and throat could barely accommodate her c**k but I did enjoy the sensation so I worked hard to provide her with a good experience and avoid the gag reflex which came almost every time i had her fully in my mouth and at the top of my throat.  At the same time she was working my c**k and scrotum.  Occasionally I would sit up and move forward forcing her to focus on the tender area behind the sac.  She seemed to enjoy working that area as she knew it pleased me.  Now wasn’t the time but I reminded myself to ask her about rimming.  I hoped she might be OK with it as it is one of my favorite things.

After a while I was so hot I had to roll off and pause.  Fortunately, we had not drunk all the wine so we both enjoyed another glass as we lay beside one another on the floor both of our c**ks at attention.  I asked her if she was interested in cumming.  She said she was more interested in my pleasure and it wasn’t  something she needed or necessarily wanted.  However, if I wanted her to cum, she would preferably after I had.  I thought about her answer.  I could not imagine being involved in our love making and not eventually experiencing release.  The more I thought about it the more I began to think that there is something to the gender continuum I had in my mind.  Perhaps there was something about being the ‘girl’ which led one to not want to ejaculate.  Hmmm.  But women like to cum and usually complain that guys don’t do their best to in that regard.  Oh well.  What do I know?

Anyway, soon with me on my back Lana’s lips found their way to my c**k and again I luxuriated in the feeling of being ravished by her lips, tongue and mouth.  And, from her moans I had to assume she was happy making me happy.

After a while she paused and said in a matter of fact way, ‘Would you like to f**k me?’  My immediate answer was ‘Of course!’  As I answered, I wondered which would be the best position.  My experience, maybe a function of my medium sized dick, is that ‘doggy style’ is the most fool proof for the first time.  Not that I have had that much experience.   Anyway, I asked her to lean forward over the arm of the couch.  So with her tight ass in the air I grabbed a piece of the crotch of the panty hose and twisted and pulled.  The crotch tore and her c**k sprang forward.  Somehow, tearing her panty hose was a turn on. I reached forward and placed each hand on her smooth cheeks.  I could see her man pussy which she had thoughtfully lubed before my arrival so I could tell this was something she had been thinking about and planning for.   Her c**k and balls dangled below pressed against the arm of the couch.  I reached down and caressed them as I contemplated what was to come.

My c**k was at attention as I contemplated entering her.  I rolled on a condom and placed my c**k  tip near her pussy and rubbed it up and down taking advantage of the lube already there.  I pushed and she pushed back.  She moaned but I could not tell if it was a painful or ecstatic moan.  I pushed a bit harder and I realized that it must hurt.  I pulled away and placed my middle finger at her bud, massaging and then entering.  She screamed but once I was in and gently massaging her anus I could tell that she was enjoying my efforts.  After a gentle massage I removed my finger and returned my dick to its original position and pushed.  She pushed back and I entered as gently as I could, pulling out a bit then pushing again.  She let out a cry as she pushed one final time and I entered and her cry was followed by a ‘Yes! Fuck me!’  By that time I had fully entered her.  I enjoyed the feeling of a tight pussy surrounding my c**k and began to rock back and forward my hands around the front of her hips, alternately pulling her back and holding her steady as I f**ked her.  She cried again ‘Oh yes, f**k me, f**k me, it feels so good. Don’t stop!’  I kept going and felt the urge to cum but I resisted.  I paused trying not to think about the urge to cum.  I thought about anything else for a few seconds to regain my control.  I asked ‘Are you ready to suck me again?’ She answered ‘Of course I am’.

Knowing that she loved the taste of sperm I somehow had in my mind that that cumming in her boy pussy was not the way to finish this encounter.  Added to which, with a condom the sensation for me  just was not the same.

I pulled out and tore off the condom.  She had cried as I exited but quickly recovered and turned toward me falling to her knees.  She greedily took me in her mouth.  Our first f**k seemed to have encouraged her to want my c**k even more. I was happy to give it to her but despite my euphoria I still did not want to cum yet.  I continued to enjoy her lips, tongue and mouth.  She was a true oralist.  Not that I knew what a true oralist was – but she clearly enjoyed what she was doing and wanted me to enjoy every second as well.  I was happy to let her have her way.  I looked down as she kept pulling her long hair back out of the way as I rested my hands on the back of her head and thrust in and pulled back.  I could see that she was enjoying herself as she reached down with  her hand so she could f**k her fist with her own hard c**k.

I wanted to try something else.  I wanted to be rimmed but I didn’t think she’d be up for that and did not want to push her into it but somehow I felt that my ass needed some attention.  I pulled away from her and asked if she’d do something for me.  She asked ‘What?’ in a way that implied she was ready to try almost anything.  I grabbed the lube and rubbed some on my anus as I leaned over the couch as she had done a few minutes before.  I explained that I had no desire to be f**ked but that I thought I would enjoy her c**khead rubbing my ass while she applied a little pressure.  She jumped at the chance ready to tease her c**k.  I felt her c**k rub my ass and pushed a bit enjoying the sensation and at the same time wondering if a day would come when I would want to be f**ked.   I had experimented a bit with a dildo in private while I jacked off so I knew I might enjoy the experience but somehow it wasn’t in the cards for now.  For sure her c**k was too big anyway.  However, the sensation of her c**k rubbing my ass provided me with new pleasure I had not experienced before.  Probably her lips in the same place would drive my into ecstasy but I wasn’t sure she was ready for that.  I did ask if she would consider it as I rotated off the arm of the couch to face her and she responded ‘Maybe next time’.

Hmmm.  So there will be a next time.  I had assumed so but it was good to hear the words.

So now seated on the arm of the sofa I encouraged her to suck me again.  She was so good at it – I loved having my c**k in her mouth.  It was almost as if she worshipped it.  My mind danced  – some ancient religion involving phalluses being worshipped by all those eligible.  I leaned back as she took all of my c**k in her mouth and somehow her tongue and the top of her throat made me feel a level of ecstasy that I had seldom felt before.   I decided to stand and be more aggressive with me holding the back of her head as I had during our last visit.  This time though she pulled away and asked if I was ready to cum.  I was close but still in no rush.  She said, ‘I want you to cum on my face.  I’ll stroke you when you feel like you are close.  Just pull out and I’ll stroke you’.  She guided my c**k into her mouth again and I began to pump with my hands on the back of her head guiding her head back and forth.  She gagged every now and again and pulled away to recover but then was right back at it as if she had an insatiable thirst.  She was clearly enjoying herself as was I.

I know I was close and managed to share with that with her.  I am not sure if it was a grunt or a moan but she understood.  She pulled away and looked up at me and focused on my eyes as she stroked my c**k. I could not hold it any more.  Nor did I want to. I trembled as spasms engulfed me.  The sperm flew first on her forehead, then the next shot in her eyes and nose and finally a stream found her open mouth.  The last shot of sperm landed on her tongue; she swished it around in her mouth and allowed some to dribble out of the corner of her mouth.  She then took me in her mouth again and bathed my c**k in my own ejaculate.  Lana moaned as she treasured the moment and continued to enjoy my semi-hard penis in her mouth.

I was spent.   I pulled away, knelt and then lay on the carpet exhausted.   Then she said ‘I want a picture.  There is a camera on the coffee table near the wine. Please take of picture of my face.’  I managed to retrieve the camera and take a picture of my beautiful Asian TG woman looking up at me with sperm dripping off her forehead into her eyes and out of the corner of her mouth.  A nice keepsake for her but not one I could frame and place above the fireplace.  I could only remember our second encounter as an even more erotic adventure than the first and remind myself with an occasional glance at the picture she shared in my private e-mail.

To be continued…

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Author: Ben Barker
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Krissy’s Note: Ben Barker continues the adventures of Tony, who as you remember picked up the beautiful Lizabeth at a hotel lounge for a night of passion. I loved Old Man’s Folly: Part 1 and I’ve been looking forward to Part 2. Well, here it is and it looks like things are heating up fast!

I had been with Lizabeth several times over the last months I had known her. She was really a TV but I considered her and called her a beautiful woman that just happened to have a cock. I am in my 70’s, widowed but still very much interested in satisfying my sexual appetite. My times with Lizabeth have done so.

I was standing at the airport, watching her flight land. It was Friday afternoon; my meeting was done so I had called Lizabeth to see if she was available for a few days. She said yes so her she is. As I watched the plane pull up to the gate my cell phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number but answered it and heard, “Hello Tony?” a voice asked.

“Yes,” I replied.

“This is Beca, a friend of Lizabeth, is it alright if I join you two for the weekend? If it isn’t I’ll stay on the plane and go back home.”

I thought to myself, what is my girl friend up to now. She had pulled a couple of really interesting surprises at a couple of our meetings but never another person.

“Of course it’s all right,” I said, “I look forward to meeting a friend of Elizabeth’s.”

“See you in a few,” she said and hung up.

I was standing at the end of the concourse when I spotted my lover. I was blown away. If there were ever twins in this world they were walking towards me. Same height, same long black hair, same beautiful faces, same breasts, same long legs. Definitely out of the same mold except one was white and one was black.

When the girls got closer Lizabeth rushed to me and wrapped her arms around me and buried her tongue in my mouth. It wasn’t a kiss that said hello I’m so glad to see you it was a kiss that said hello, why aren’t we in bed yet. As soon as Lizabeth was thru she said I want you to meet Beca. We found each other about a month ago and have become very good friends.
I put out my hand to Beca expecting to hug her and kiss her cheek but she grabbed me and buried her tongue in my mouth with the same urgency as Lizabeth. When Beca released me I stepped back and looked at the big grins on my two girl’s faces. My driver stepped forward and took the girls carryon’s, they grabbed my arms and away we went. And believe me we got the looks and stares as we proceeded thru the airport.

The girls and I settled into the back of the limo while our driver retrieved the girl’s luggage. Then we headed for the hotel. I had reserved a suite with a monster bed, a hot tub, dining area and very comfortable setting room. After I had tipped the bell hop a hundred and told him to bring up a couple of bottles of champagne I explored the apartment with the girls. The first thing Beca said when she saw the bed was, “Do you thing that’s big enough for the three of us?”

“Lizabeth said, “If we snuggle a lot it will work.” Then she said to me, “Will you excuse us while we freshen up?” and “Here’s something we brought for you to wear.”

Our bellman brought the bubbly for us and after he left I laid the cloths bag on the table and unzipped it. Inside was a sort of formal dinner jacket made out of a red and orange and green tropical flower print, a pair of black boxer shorts and a pair of white sneakers. I tried them on and everything fit perfectly. I poured three glasses of drink and settled back to await their entrance.

I didn’t even have my cock in my hand but still almost shot my load when I saw them. They came slinking out of the bedroom, hands on their hips in the sexist display I had ever seen. Both of them in tight tank tops and g-strings, Lizabeth in black and Beca in white. The tent my hard cock was making was like a circus tent. I had no idea what these girls had cooked up to do to me but I did know I was ready, willing and able. They stood in front of me, wiggling their hips, pushing their tits out and licking their lips. I rubbed up and down their legs with my foot, first Lizabeth and then Beca. They had the most seductive look on their faces that even had we been downstairs in the lounge I would have got on my knees and sucked them.

They settled in, one on each side of me and both attacked my head. Rubbing my face with their hands while they nibbled on my ear lobes and ran their tongues around in my ears. Then they kissed down my face towards my mouth and all three of our tongues danced together. Then hands started fingering down my body, pulling my nipples, playing in my navel, and then grasping my cock. I don’t know how I had avoided filling my shorts with my seed but the more they played the closer I got. Beca was the first to take me in her mouth. It was like she had used the hose of a sweeper her suction was so great. While she sucked, Lizabeth sucked my balls. Two hands went to my cock, two tongues licked up and down the sides and when I shot, two mouths accepted their reward. Each one took a turn and sucking me dry and each one took a turn at licking me clean. I was completely exhausted.

The girls cuddled in beside me and we sat there for a bit while I recovered somewhat. Then they pulled me up and led me over to the bed. Beca pulled an easy chair over and they sort of pushed me down in it. Then Lizabeth said in a sexy voice, “Let the games begin!”

The girls did everything they could do to each other standing up, they kissed, they licked each other’s faces, they played with their breasts with hands, mouth and fingers, they slid their hands down between each other’s legs and rubbed there man meat and then Beca became the very Alpha female, nearly ripping Lizabeth’s tank top off. She pushed her back on the bed and pulled her g-string off. Then took her cock deep in her throat.

After a bit of sucking Beca reached over to the table and picked up a condom and some jell handing them to Lizabeth. The grin on her face told me that Lizabeth not only enjoyed putting the condom on Beca but was also going to enjoy what Beca was going to do to her. With condom in place, Beca took the jell and applied some to Lizabeth’s man cunt and then pressed the head of her hard cock at the entrance. In just a few short strokes their balls were banging as Beca fucked all the way in and then all the way out of Lizabeth’s cunt. They played like this for some time before Beca pulled out and reached for a condom and slipped it on her lover’s dick. The Lizabeth became the fucker and Beca the fucke. They were so into it I wanted to join them but they kept telling me to stay where I was. For the next 10 or 15 minutes the two girls fucked each other in every conceivable position. Missionary, doggy, ridem cowboy front and back and needless to say the more I watched the more I wanted, no, needed to be there with them. Lizabeth got on her hands and knees again, wanting it doggy. Beca started to ram her hard cock in but then hesitated and turned to the table and retrieved a condom. She smiled as she rolled it onto my hard dick. Then she pointed to her ass and said, “It’s all yours,” with a big smile.

And as she pushed her meat into Elizabeth’s waiting asshole I pushed mine into hers. Having been pounded pretty good by Elizabeth, her love hole was very receptive with no real effort on my part. We fucked for 5 minutes or so, me just sort of standing there while Beca’s cock went into Elizabeth and her rosebud off of mine. The she pulled out and took mine in, it was fun and I think we all three loved it. Then Elizabeth said, “Time to rotate.”

This time I was in the middle, Elizabeth was kneeling on the bed and I pushed my hard cock into her pussy and then Beca did the same to me. It was unbelievable, my hard cock buried in one of my girl friends while the other one was hammering me. Soon Beca increased the pace as she fucked me and then pushed me against Elizabeth and pounded me hard. Then she put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me to my knees as she ripped the condom off her cock. She barely got it into my mouth before she unloaded a tremendous amount of cum.

While I was draining Beca’s cum stick Elizabeth stood up beside me and was stroking her cock quite rapidly. She put her hand on my head and turned it and buried her cock in my mouth just as she dumped a big load of cum. I sucked her dry, licked the head clean and sat back. I had two wilting cocks in my hands and a big smile on my face.

My girls each took an arm and pulled me up, then pushed me back on the bed. Beca removed the rubber from my cock and both girls started sucking and licking my balls and cock. With this kind of attention, it wasn’t long before a shot a load in Beca’s mouth. She kissed Elizabeth and shared some of my cum and then kissed me, letting the rest of it drizzle down into my mouth. I was exhausted as were the girls so they cuddled with me and we fell fast asleep.

I awoke a few hours later, alone in the bed. I had to pee really bad so I headed for the bathroom. When I finished I started looking for the girls. Hearing some commotion from the living room I looked through the door. There were my girls, on their knees giving a blowjob to the Bellman that had brought our breakfast. Elizabeth saw me in the door and beaconed for me to join them. I didn’t know if the Bellman was going to go along with that but joined the girls anyway. They continued to lick and suck his cock and balls and then let me in. I took his cock all the way down my throat just as he grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. He dumped a big load of delicious cum before he pulled back somewhat pissed. He swore at the girls and me saying he wasn’t a fag. Beca reached out and took his cock in her hand and licked the head. She smiled at him and said it would be OK.

After the Bellman departed the three of us got into breakfast. We were all starved, agreeing we hadn’t had anything to eat except cum for about 8 hours. I looked at both of them and smiled and said,
“I’ll take cum instead of food anytime.”

Beca looked at me and said, “Elizabeth tells me you like to lick a woman’s pussy. Is that correct?”

“I like giving oral sex to men and women,” I replied.

“I have a cousin that lives here. She’s not the prettiest woman you’ve ever seen but she has beautiful breasts and a very nice pussy. I was her first fuck, when we were 13. We’ve been together a lot since then. Would you like me to call her?”

I thought to myself, I’ve just been though I don’t know how many hours of continuous sex with these two beautiful and horney women. Now they want to know if I want to add a third. What the hell, why not?”

Chapter three will be an unbelievable afternoon and evening when Ellen joins the party.

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By: Johnny Fox
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Krissy’s Note: I think that this is a really beautiful story and one that I just had to have here on Transsexual Erotica Blog when I read it. The Author’s prequel to this story, ‘Train Ride’ is also a beautiful story but isn’t really Transsexual related. I suppose that I should include it here as background for this story though and perhaps I’ll do so at a later date.

I met Saburo in a chance encounter on a train. ( see “Train Ride”) He is the most beautiful Japanese boi I have ever seen. Smooth, soft skin, almond eyes, impeccable dress sense and sweetly feminine but not in an obvious way.

After that first, wonderful experience of making love to Saburo and becoming his “Daddy,” I could hardly wait to see him again. It was the very next day that my phone rang and his soft, gentle voice whispered, “Hello, my Daddy.”

“Hello Saburo, you beautiful boi.”

” Thank you for yesterday,” he said.

” It’s for me to thank you,” I replied. ” You are the most wonderful thing to happen to me for a very long time.”

His voice seduced me as he asked, ” Can we meet again? Soon.”

” Oh, yes,” I replied. “You can see me whenever you want to.”

“You may not like me as much the second time.”

“What are you talking about? Of course I’ll like you and probably even more than I do now.”

“We’ll see,” he said.

We made a date for the weekend and I was to meet him under the large clock at Central Station at 5.00pm. Saturday came and I could barely hide my excitement as I waited impatiently under the clock. 5 o’clock came and no sign of him – or so I thought. Standing just a few feet away was a gorgeous young girl who shyly smiled at me in a way I instantly recognized. It was immediately apparent to me that my beautiful sissy boi was a transvestite and a very convincing one. I moved toward her.

“Subaro. You look wonderful.” I exclaimed. “Absolutely beautiful.”

I saw a small tear work its way out of the corner of his eye.

” You don’t mind?” he said, hesitantly.

“Of course not,” I said “I’m even more attracted to you than I was before.”

I took out a handkerchief and wiped the tear from his eye and kissed him gently on the cheek.

” You are the most desirable being on earth.” I whispered. ” Let’s eat and let me show my girl off.”

His face lit up and he took my arm as we walked from the station. We ate in a small Japanese Sushi House and Subaro told me he was at University and studying IT and communications. We discussed his studies and my work for a while as we became better acquainted and found our attraction was mutual and that we were extremely comfortable in each other’s company. Subaro was worried that I might feel embarrassed at his transformation from an incredibly desirable boi into a very feminine girl but I reassured him I was more than happy to be seen out with him dressed this way; in fact, I was proud to have him on my arm. He blushed and thanked me.

“I’d like to come home with you,” he said. “I need to be alone with you.”

“Mmmm,” I replied. “that would be so nice.”

Leaving the restaurant we went back to my apartment and as soon as the door closed he pressed himself against me and kissed me lightly on the cheek.

“I am so happy we met,” he said. ” You are so kind and warm and understanding.”

“You are the most desirable person I have ever known,” I replied. “And I want you so much.”

Our lips brushed and it was as though an electric shock ran through me. He let his hands rest on my shoulders and the tip of his tongue flicked over my upper lip and traced the opening of my mouth. My lips parted slowly to allow his tongue to enter and we kissed gently for what seemed an eternity.

Breaking apart, I took him by the hand and led him into the living room and offered him the sofa. Already knowing what he liked, I put on some soft, easy listening, music and I went into the kitchen where I took two frosted champagne flutes out of the freezer and opened a bottle of champagne, pouring some in each glass. I returned with one in each hand and was met by a dazzling smile.

“Ooh, lovely,” he sighed. Sitting beside him, we sipped our wine. Then I took a larger mouthful and, turning toward him, we kissed and I passed the champagne from my mouth to his.

“You are so perfect, Subaro,” I whispered.

He answered,” Subaro is my boy’s name. I’d like you to call me Kaya when I’m dressed as a girl.”

“Kaya. What a lovely name. Kaya. How long have you used it?”

“I haven’t used it before but it’s what I want you to call me.”

” I love it. My own special girl with her own special name.”

“That’s nice,” he said. “I love it that you just called me your girl. I want to be your Kaya.”

“Mmmm. My Kaya. My own special Kaya.”

He looked up at me with a loving look in his eyes and sighed.

“In Japanese it means `resting place’ and that’s what I want my body to be for you. Your very own resting place.”

“Oh, Kaya.”

So I was gifted the best of both worlds. Kaya became my girl and Subaro my beautiful sissy boi depending on the mood he/she was in.

I placed my glass down and took her in my arms. She slipped onto my lap and, putting her arms around my neck, kissed me deeply. Our tongues explored each other’s lips and mouths. I pulled away and took her face in both hands and gazed into her eyes.

“God, I want you so much.”

“Mmmm,” she murmured as she squirmed against the hardening bulge she was sitting on.

“I want you to rest in me. Let me feel your love throbbing inside me.”

Kneeling down, she undid my fly and pulled my trousers and pants down, stopping only long enough to lick the pre cum off me with the tip of her tongue. She removed my shoes and socks, kissed my feet and slipped my garments off completely.

Then, facing me, she sat on my lap, lifted her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Gazing lovingly and longingly into my eyes she lowered herself onto my throbbing member. We both so longed for each other that my bare cock slid easily into her boi pussy and she leant forward and kissed me gently.

” I love you, my daddy,” she said. ” Please let me be yours.”

“Yes, my Kaya, be mine and only mine.”

I kissed her eyelids, nose and chin. Brushed my lips across hers as my hips started their rise and fall. She moaned slightly as she rode my rigid pole.

Fucking her gently, I undid the buttons on the back of her blouse and she lifted her arms so I could slip her dress off. Then I reached round and undid the clips on her silicone filled bra and ran my tongue over her lovely boi nipples. Then I pulled her forward slightly and lifted an arm so I could smell and lick inside her armpit, my cock throbbing deep within her. Deep in my special resting place. No longer fucking, just being in there as we kissed and caressed.

Kaya sighed. We both knew we were falling in love and that this lovemaking was far more meaningful than either of us had intended. My feelings for Kaya/Subaro were becoming more intense by the minute and seem to be reciprocated.

Lifting herself off me, she stood in front of me and removed the rest of her clothes, then, with a smile, held out her hand. I took it in mine and she put enough pressure on for me to understand I had to stand. Still holding my hand, she turned and led me into the bedroom. There she gathered a pillow and placed it near the edge of the bed. Lying on her back with the pillow under the small of her back, she raised her spread legs and held her arms out to me. She was offering herself to me; her eyes pleading for me to take her, use her, claim her.

First I knelt and kissed the inside of her thighs. My tongue ran down the back of them as I lifted her legs higher so my tongue could find the sweet entrance to my special resting place. Kaya squirmed as my tongue entered her, twisting her hole on my tongue. I lowered her legs slightly and worked my tongue down the back of her thighs and calves. Looking up at her, I started to lick the soles of each foot. She let out a little squeal of delight as I commenced sucking on each toe. I gently tongue fucked each toe by letting my tongue slide between them.

“I want every part of you,” I said. “Arouse every pore. Make your whole body ecstatic.”

“Mmmmm,” she responded. “So nice. Do whatever you want to me. My body is yours in every way. You make me feel so special.”

“That’s because you are, my beautiful Kaya.”

Moving back up, I placed her legs on my shoulders and pressed my engorged cockhead against her hole. She pushed back urgently as, once again, I slide my naked cock into her tight boi pussy. She put her ankles round my neck and I sucked on her thigh as I started to pump more urgently than before. I leant over and our lips met then her tongue pushed eagerly on my mouth which opened to engulf it. We kissed passionately as my thrusting became more determined.

She started to lick the sweat from my face as my loving picked up speed.

“Oh, my daddy. Seed me. Pour yourself into me,” she cried out.

I felt an unbelievable wave of passion sweep over me as my ball sac tightened and I spurted powerfully deep into her. I pumped and spurted until I was completely drained. I lowered my body onto hers, my chest heaving with the exertion of the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. She held me to her, crooning and murmuring loving thoughts.

As my manhood became limp I reluctantly let it leave her. Kissing her nipples gently, I moved down her body and took her in my mouth. She held my head and started to face fuck me. My head bobbed faster and faster until, with a cry, she filled my mouth with warm, sweet tasting cum. Using my tongue to clean her, I then turned her onto her stomach and spread her butt cheeks. She lifted them for me to give me access to her sweet hole and I began to suck my own cum from her.

I now had a mouth full of her juices and mine. I turned her over, pulled her into my arms and kissed her deeply, sharing our passion juices.

We were both exhausted from our efforts and she snuggled into my arms and murmured,” Tomorrow you must make love to Subaro.”

“Oh, yes, my darling. I will love Subaro just as I love you.”

The Author welcomes your comments at:
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By: Charlie
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Krissy’s Note: I think some parts of this story are so sensual that you just can’t help but go, ‘Awwww…’ in some places. The journey that many Transsexuals take is an interesting one to be sure, and I’d bet that this is probably a story that a lot of people out there can relate to.

The warm buddle bath feels so good on my smooth skin. I love shaving my long slender legs in the tub. My feet are a strong point, many lovers have said so as they kiss and suck my painted toes.
Actually, I would be a good looking very sexy woman if my 7″ cum filled cut cock didn’t detract. I can see it swelling now as I shave my pubic area. I am about 5′ 8″ tall and slender, long dirty blond hair, sexy smile and a terrific sex drive that hit me hard when I was about 12 years old or so. Here is my story:

I lived with adoptive parents who found me in an orphanage. They warned the couple that I couldn’t, or wouldn’t leave my penis alone and my sheets were nearly always a mess in the mornings. They told the Goodmans that I answered to Sammy. Paperwork was completed and I left with my new parents, Glen and Pam Goodman. They were average looking in their 40s I would guess.

Their old faded house was certainly better than the orphanage even if it didn’t have air conditioning and was hot inside. Glen said they didn’t have doors or window shades because of the heat, not even in the bathroom. I should have guessed that my new parents were fucking perverts but then they were better than the fucking do gooders where I came from.

Glen and Pam took me to my bedroom and said they were going to have a cold beer and get ready for bed. They said they would see me in the morning. I undressed and looked at myself in the bedroom mirror. I saw a short skinny boy with long unkept hair and a very hard cock. As I started to stroke myself I pretended the boy in the mirror was watching me. I spread my legs, leaned back and asked the mirror boy if he would like to suck my fucking cock.

It was dark out but out of the corner of my eye I caught my new parents peeking in through the curtainless window. I was so fucking horny that I decided I would give them a show. I felt like I was all cock as I jacked my throbbing prick until I shot streams of cum that hit the boy in the mirror.

It was too hot to sleep and I was still horny so I climbed out of my window and crept nude to theirs. Fuck but I was hard. What I saw nearly made me cum. There was Glen, standing next to their bed, dressed like a fucking slut. dark stockings in high heels, garter belt, bra and shear red bikini panties that were wet with sticky cum. His cock looked like a wet snake inside his panties.

Pam was watching him and fucking herself with a huge dildo. They were both drunk and she laughed at him and said he was a fucking pervert to get off after watching the boy jack off. He shot back that she was as bad as he was fucking herself thinking of the boy. She said they could share him if they could seduce the little fucker.

In the morning Sammy put on an old thin pair of worn out baggy low cut cutoff shorts that he found in a drawer, no underware or shirt. He stood in front of his mirror and marvelled at how his hanging cock bulge showed.

His cock had swollen as he walked into the kitchen. Glen and Pam were sitting there drinking oj with a bottle of vodka in front of them. They said good morning and said since it was a weekend they were going to celebrate and welcome Sammy into the family. And, since he was family they weren’t bashful about near nudity or stiff drinks for all.

Glen got up to get Sammy a glass for oj and Sammy noticed the sweat on his well developed muscles. He had on tiny bikini briefs that barely covered his impressive cock. Pam leaned over and patted Glen on his nearly bare ass and told him she wished she could get by with just bikini briefs.

Of course Sammy knew they had set his seduction in play, dumb motherfuckers. Sammy told her it would be ok with him since they were family and she was pretty and he would like to see her nude. He saw Glen’s cock twitch in his briefs as Sammy said that. She had her hand under her nightie and Sammy could feel his prick swelling.

Glen reached over the table to where Sammy was sitting and set a glass down and poured oj into it. Pam was rubbing Glen’s ass and his big fucker was about to explode out of his bikinis. Sammy was turned on to Glen’s muscular arms, shaved legs and certainly his huge cock bulge.

Sammy could see they were a little drunk already and stood to make a toast to his new family. He made sure his shorts were pulled way low over his hip bones and flat belly. His prick was nearly hard and he poured more vodka into their glasses. Glen asked if Sammy would like some vodka and Sammy giggled like a kid said he would love some.

About an hour later they were ripped and Pam stood up and said she was going to shower. Glen and Sammy helped her to the bathroom and she dropped her nightie to the floor and stood naked in front of them, cunt swollen and bubbly with lust. She said she hoped Sammy didn’t mind and he said she was a beautiful mother and not to worry, that she would see him nude before long. She slured that she would like that.

Sammy and Glen drank more as Pam showered and then had to dry her and put her to bed, fast asleep, passed out.

Glen took Sammy’s little hand and led him to a couch. He put his arm around Sammy and Sammy slid over next to him, feeling his muscles and putting his head on his chest, mouth close to Glen’s hard nipple and his hand on Glen’s thigh, feeling the heat of his body. Glen hugged him close and gave him a kiss on the forehead and said he loved him. Sammy said he loved him like the father he never had and would do anything for him, anything and gave him a little wet kiss on his nipple.

Sammy looked up at him and smiled and soon they were kissing and Sammy’s hand touched Glen’s hard cock floating in his cum filled bikinis. Sammy slid his hand under his new father’s bikini and found his cum coated swelling cock. He pulled the slimey prick out and kissed the head.

Sammy told Glen he loved him as a daddy and could also love him as a mommy, that he loved sucking his tit. Sammy took Glen’s hand and put it on his rigid boy cock and said he didn’t need Pam for his mommy.

Sammy knew he had his drunk father when Glen staggered up and lurched into the bedroom. Pretty soon Glen came back out dressed like a slutty mommy. Black stockings, black high heels, black garter bet, black lacey bra, black bikini panty barely concealling a very big wet cock. The make up wasn’t on straight but fuck it, he was drunk.

Pam finally woke up, still drunk and totally horny. She stepped from their bed room and saw Glen’s back. He was dressed in stockings and heels bent over a very nude Sammy. He was slowly fucking Sammy’s smooth young brown hole. Every time he pulled out she saw his hard meat was shiney with pre cum and Sammy’s ass juices. Then he would drive his big cock deep into the little ass hole while Sammy moaned with pleasure.

This was just fucking perfect. Sammy had a tremendous hard on as Glen fucked him. Pam silently slid under Sammy’s bent form and took his leaking fucker in her cock sucking mouth.

Glen and Sammy came at the same time, crying out with pleasure. Pam sucked all of Sammy’s huge load and then repositioned herself so that when her husband pulled his spent cock out of Sammy’s ass hole she sucked up the cum and ass juice flow and then Glen’s slimey spent prick fell into her mouth.

After they recovered a bit Pam looked at Sammy and said he would be a striking looker of a girl. Sammy said he would like that. While Glen watched and played with his cock Pam did Sammy’s hair and applied make up to his pretty face. She painted his toe nails and found some girl’s clothes from a young lover who used to stop by for sex.

When she finished Sammy looked like a very pretty young girl with a very hard cock. He gave Pam a big hug and his new mother told him to go over and kiss his daddy like a good girl. Oh yeah, and he did. When Pam left to get more drinks for them Sammy had his daddy bent over and was pounding his shit hole with his rigid prick.

This was almost to much for Pam, watching a pretty young girl fucking her husbands panty clad daddy’s ass. After Sammy finished fucking his father and pulled his prick out for mommy to suck clean she said that he made a perfect Samantha. So, Samantha it was.

After that and many years later Samantha remembered his loving parents and how they drank and fucked as a family and taught him the joy o being a girl, well, almost a girl.

Now, in the present, years later:

Samantha looked at herself in the mirror and loved what she saw, older but still sexy. Already her cock was swiming in warm cum in her panties waiting for her new friend and his son as she set out drinks and lit candles.

The door bell rang and there they were, the good looking divorced man who had picked her up at a dance and then fucked the shit out of her when he found out his date had a cock. He had told her about his 14 year old son who was teased because he got hard in the shower with other boys. He had found him playing with himself looking at fashion magazines one night.

He continued that his son had started to cry and tried to cover his smooth nude body and stiff prick when his father discovered him. His dad climbed in bed with him and held his nude body close with love, kissing his tears away. He told his son that he had been teased as a loner too when he was young and even worse, sent home from school.

He admitted that he had fallen in love with another boy who also didn’t fit in. His son asked him to continue and he said the school called his father and said the boys had been found kissing and fondling each other.

His father had beaten him and called him a queer and other names and he felt unloved and crushed. He said he wasn’t going to do that with his son. His wife hadn’t respected him and left them for what she called a real man because she found him wearing woman’s under clothes.

At that point he removed his robe and let his son see his bikini panties and shaved pubic area. They spent the rest of the night looking at woman’s fashions and holding each other. He woke up hours later with the motion of the bed while his son masturbated. His son’s back was against him and he held him tight and kissed his neck and told him he loved him as his son frantically jerked off. He had a huge orgasm with streams of cum splashing on the sheet.

His son then turned to him, his young smooth hairless body covered in sweat and sticky warm cum and told his father that he loved him and it was his turn. His son gasped as his daddy pulled his panties down and his huge erect cock streaming pre cum sprang out. As he started to stroke his son put his little had on his daddy’s wet cock and helped him cum until his little flat belly was covered with his father’s splashing cum load. They went to sleep and awoke in the morning holding each other covered with sticky drying cum.

In the morning he told his son that he had fallen in love with the perfect mommy for him. He said she was beautiful and warm and caring and wanted a son to love. His son amazed him when he said he bet she had a penis and he would love her for that too.

So here they were, father and son, As his father hugged and kissed Samantha she noticed that the boy wasn’t even trying to hide the hard bulge in his pants. She knelt down and took the boy in her arms and when she kissed him the little fucker stuck his tongue in her mouth.

The father had mixed drinks for all of them and proposed a toast to their new home and the boys new mommy. The boy smiled and winked at her as his cock grew in his pre cum spotted pants and Samantha knew that life was good, very fucking good.

I would love to hear any comments. I answer all emails. Thanks…Charlie
jonesrulestoday at yahoo dot com

Author: Brianne Macky
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Krissy’s Note: I read this story a little while ago and immediately fell in love with the character. There is just so much fantasy in this story that I find totally hot… being caught and dominated is one of my favorite recurring fantasies. If this story doesn’t leave you with a huge hard-on, I’m not sure what will!

My sister knows that I have been dressing in girls clothes for four years now ever since she caught me in her black string bikinis and white patterned tights when I was 14. Needless to say, I freaked out but she was completely cool with it. Ever since, we go shopping for new clothes together whenever she comes into town. For our last trip we went to the mall an hour away and pretended to shop for her since I am still very much in the closet. In one store we found a tiny, cotton stretch black skirt that hugs my ass perfectly, a soft gray and white striped tight tee that gives me amazing boobs with just a bra. I noticed a 6’1 guy, mid-forties, with jet black hair staring at us. My sister didn’t bother to look and when I turned back, he was gone. I just put it out of my mind as we paid and left the store. Next, we bought some AE panties and patterned tights, black, white, and blue. After that, we decided it was time to go home and go our separate ways, besides, I couldn’t wait to put on the new outfit.

By the time I got home it was dark. I live in the country surrounded by trees with the next neighbor a mile down the road. There is never crime so half the time I don’t even lock the door. I ran upstairs to the bathroom, started a scented bubble bath, and looked at my new clothes. I hopped in and shaved my entire body, god I loved the smoothness as I rubbed my hands up and down my legs. Time to get dressed. I start by sliding my new white and black polka dot string bikinis up my newly shaved legs and squeezing my tiny penis into the tight panties. Next is my white bra and new top. Now my favorite part, the tights. I roll the tights up, inserting my toes and savoring the feeling of sliding the silky black pattern up my smooth legs. That part is heaven for me. Lastly I slide my new black skirt up my tights and around my waist. The skirt stretches and lands around my mid thigh. I go to look in the mirror at the smooth blonde hair bombshell looking back at me who is 5’5 140 pounds. I also see that guy I saw at the mall standing behind me.

He reaches around me and covers my mouth while using his body to slam me up against the full length mirror. I try to fight but he takes an arm and pins it behind my back while still hand gagging me. I try to reach out with my other hand but he just squeezes my arm tighter into my back. He whispers into my ear “I like the new outfit my fuck toy just bought.” I redouble my effort only to be slammed back against the wall, the wind knocked out of me. He takes the opportunity to tie my hands together using an extra pair of tights he must have grabbed. He warns me not to yell for help as he leads me out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I can’t help but love the feeling of my silk covered feet on the soft carpet. A fleeting thought as he pushes hard on my shoulder and I fall to my knees. He moves in front of me and I’m face to face with my first cock and his is much bigger than mine is, by several inches. “Open wide” he says. I’m too scared and don’t move. SLAP. He doesn’t have to say it again and I open as wide as possible. At first he places the head just in my mouth and I taste his precum as it lands on my tongue. I can’t believe I have a cock in my mouth but there is no time to think as he slides in to the hilt causing me to gag. He holds onto my head as his hard throbbing cock is deep in my mouth and throat. I can’t breathe, I can’t get away. “Take it deep bitch” he yells as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. I barely get a breath in, drool is dripping down my chin as his balls slap my chin and neck. It seems like forever but within minutes he is shooting a load of semen down my throat and I am ready to throw up.

I hope and pray that that is the end but I know thats not the case as he grabs my arm and forces me to stand. With a shove I land on the bed face first. I begin to panic and try to struggle again but he is on top of my holding me down. “What did I say about struggling fag?” he says as he starts to spank me. I cry out with each smack as I feel the burn spreading across my ass cheeks. “If you want it rough, I can make it rough. If you are a nice girl though, daddy will make it nice for you.” He reaches under me and my skirt to find my tiny penis rock hard and dripping precum into my new white and black polka dot panties. While rubbing it he says “I think you are really going to enjoy this, aren’t you baby?” “No, please stop” but he didn’t and I couldn’t help but moan as he ground his now hardening penis into my ass crack through my skirt. He tells me not to move as he gets off me and starts rummaging through my drawers. I’m too scared to move, not like I could do much anyway with my hands tied behind my back. He comes back to the bed, grabs my long hair and pulls making me arch my back and forcing my mouth open. He shoves a pair of my girlfriends used panties into my mouth and ties them in with her worn pantyhose. I can taste and smell her as he ties my ankles together with another pair of tights. I am now completely helpless.

“She said you were a fag but I never knew you’d actually enjoy this.” This can’t be happening, Becca set me up. My girlfriend set me up. “She thought you only liked to be dressed up but I guess it is much more than that. Are you still a virgin with that lovely pussy you have?” “Y-y-yes daddy.” “That’s my girl. Daddy is going to make you a woman tonight. You would like that and you better give me the right answer.” I know better than to hesitate even though its not what I want. “Yes daddy.” With that he slides a pillow under my hips forcing my ass in the air and my face into the mattress. I am panty gagged, hands tied behind my back, ass in the air, and completely helpless. I feel my skirt being flipped onto my back, my panties and pantyhose being pulled down to my knees as he climbs on the bed behind me. I start to cry and whimper as a lubed finger enters my ass, then another one. “I hope you’re ready to become a woman” he whispers in my ear as he moves his penis to my hole. “Just stay relaxed and it won’t hurt too bad.” He starts to push and I whimper into my panties. My ass stretching hurts as his thick and long penis moves in me inch by inch. He takes me gently, making sure I feel everything. Each thrust pushes my face into the tear stained mattress and each thrust starts to spread a warmth throughout my body. “You like that bitch, don’t you?” he says as the intruder reaches around to start rubbing my dripping little cock. He picks up the pace, his moans getting louder and deeper as my moans turn into squeals of delight. His hips slap into me, his hand reaching around to jerk me off, my arms tied tight, his penis thrusting deep within me, and I am forced to take it like his little bitch. “I’m going to cum bitch, cum with me.” Mmmphyes mmdaddymph I scream into the panties as I feel shot after shot filling my ass as he pulls my panties up in front and I cum into my new white polka dot panties. He rests on top of me until he goes soft, breathing heavily into my ear. He slips out of me and pulls my panties and tights the rest of the way up to catch his warm cum sliding out of my ass. Grabbing another pair of tights, he ties my ankles together and leaves me helpless on the bed with my panties full of our cum. “Don’t you dare tell a soul what happened here unless you want Becca to tell everyone about your little secret.” he says as he snaps a photo and walks out of the room leaving me tied and helpless on the bed.

The Author would enjoy your feedback. Please email Brianne at sissybarbimastr at Hotmail dot com

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Kisses,
Krissy

Author: Ken Johnson
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Krissy’s Note: I really love autobiographical stories like this one that Ken Johnson sent me. I think there is something really, really erotic about remembering a favorite encounter and then writing about it and putting it down on paper for others to enjoy. I can definitely relate to some parts of this story… from the girl’s perspective of course! I can’t wait for the Second Encounter!

Well, I occasionally surf Craigslist in the Casual Encounters section clicking on the t4m button. More often than not I see the regular posts. No one over 35, big cock, muscular a +, face pic a must, no cock pic, 420 friendly, you must host, etc, etc. I wonder, ‘what are these people thinking?. Is there actually a boatload of people out there surfing who are willing to share a face pic and meet all the other requirements?’ Hmm. All I know is that I am in my 50s, relatively fit, normal sized equipment, a nice guy and clean but cannot host due to my personal situation and am only available occasionally during the day and some evenings. A tough set of parameters but what the heck – I keep looking.

Just before Halloween I am browsing and come across a post – Asian, 29, nearly passable CD looking for older Caucasian male, interested to play, bottom only, maybe a Halloween date. I decide to check it out even though I realize the likelihood of being free on Halloween is low. On the other hand, maybe I can make the connection and meet at another time. I like Asian t-gurls and although I have been with transsexuals, nearly passable CDs do turn me on. I can’t imagine being with a guy but somehow the girly look, the sexy underwear and the garter with sheer nylons does it for me. So I reply without much optimism ‘Hello: Older caucasian gentleman here who enjoys asian tg gurls. I am 6′, 185 lb, fit and not bad on the eyes. I hope to be out and around this Saturday. It would be fun to meet. I am well educated, professional, play safe but would enjoy treating you like a lady and then enjoying a sensuous erotic time in bed. Also, I’d be interested to meet other times if that interests you. xo Ken’.

Well what a surprise. I get an answer.

‘Hi Ken, got your message (obviously!) & you sound like someone I’d want to meet. What part of town are you at? As in my ad, I will be driving around to many places on Sat. night. It would be great to meet up somehow. I will be starting from my Lynburg then going into downtown some time. I will be on the computer here for another hour and one half. Lana.’

So after multiple e-mails we were set up to meet on Halloween. Since her cell phone was a work phone she didn’t want me to call her on it. Also, I discovered that she didn’t have a computer at home so communication was tied to her visits to the local library to check her e-mails. So no real time communication – not good. Our first meeting time planned for Halloween was a bit loose. Anyway, it never came together – I had e-mailed her in the afternoon and she was never able to get back to me so it never happened. I thought, probably this was just another flakey CL connection.

I decided to e-mail her again to say I was disappointed that it hadn’t worked out but maybe we could come up with another time. Perhaps a waste of time but one never knows. A quick e-mail wouldn’t take much time and perhaps the mix-up on Halloween was unavoidable. On the other hand, maybe this was just another flakey CL connection. It was a shame though as Halloween is the perfect day for being out and around with a CD. I thought opportunity lost but her e-mails seemed sincere so perhaps it was worth one more try. Of course, I had still not seen a picture nor had I shared mine so there was that uncertainty as well. ‘Nearly passable’ could mean lots of different things.

So I in a day or two, I received a response….

‘Hi Ken, Sorry about Saturday. I didn’t know how to get a hold of you without a computer & there was no time to get to one. It (Halloween) was very mellow for me as it turned out. Too swamped & tired to want to do anything in the end. Anyway, I don’t live full-time as a tv so I am limited as to when & where to meet (that’s why Halloween would have been good). Would it be possible for you to come to my place one of these days? See if we hit it off or not? I like no pressure. If you somehow don’t feel a connection with me or vice versa, we could just say, “Nice meeting you & best of luck.” How does that sound? Lana’

No regular computer access, no phone that I could call. This is going to be tricky. On the other hand, a nice invitation. No pressure. Check out the chemistry and go from there. So I followed up. Several days and multiple e-mails later we had arranged a date. I had a free evening as did she and I was to go to her apartment at 7:30 pm just to meet and see where things go. I had agreed to bring a nice bottle of pinot grigio – I enjoy relaxing with a glass of wine and it seemed that she was up for that as well. Things were looking good.

During the multiple e-mails she had confessed to her nervousness about the whole thing particularly given that she didn’t know much about me other than from my initial response to her post. I had told her a bit about me – professional guy, straight acting, easy going and more about my physical appearance and sexual preferences. It seemed as though we were a pretty good fit. Her job made meeting somewhat difficult although she confessed to a willingness to take a sick day to meet if we hit it off. I had learned that she was quite tall, had natural long hair (a big plus+ for me as I just can’t get excited about wigs), no boobs (actually kind of a turn on for me) and smooth. She said she loved to suck and enjoyed mutual oral, liked to kiss and caress and wasn’t sure about anal as she had not had a lot of experience and was tight. She said she was almost passable in the evening but lived as a guy and was not effeminate. She did say she had been dressing for a long time.

So the day arrived and as usual I was a bit nervous. I found myself in kind of a daze as I drove to her apartment hoping that things would work out and looking forward to a relaxing sex filled evening. We had talked on the phone once to set up the evening and she had a very feminine voice but I could tell that it was her ‘tv’ voice, something she had perfected over time. So I knew this was not some passing fancy of a guy experimenting with a CD experience.

I found the address. A clean looking 3 story condominium property, not fancy but OK, a property occupied by hard working immigrant families, most of them Asian. I found parking in the street (two hours). I ring the buzzer and, at the same time, feel a reaction in my groin. Somehow, my brain has signaled to my c**k where I am and where I am about to be. Maybe it knows something I don’t. Anyway, I go with the flow.

I head to the elevator thankful that there is no-one else in the reception area or entering or exiting the building the same time as me. Why that would worry me I don’t know. But somehow, I am more comfortable without others around. Who knows, maybe someone will recognize me and ask what I am doing in this neighborhood. There is nothing wrong with the neighborhood, it is just somewhere I don’t normally go. This is a private part of my life and I don’t need anyone else to know, just me and my new friend.

I find the apartment and tap at the door thinking that I do not want to generate any unnecessary attention from any neighbors and assuming that my new friend probably feels the same way. I hear the deadbolt being turned and the door opens slightly, my new friend is behind the door so I have no idea yet what she looks like. I enter and she steps out from behind the door. With heels, she is my height. Cool, I think, I like tall and she has natural black hair (almost big hair, but straight) falling below her shoulders. I like that too. She is wearing a halter style shoulderless black evening gown which stops above the knees, black sheer nylons and high heels. Her shoulders are a man’s shoulders although only because I know she is a man. She could as easily be a woman and have an athletic swimmer’s build. In a one piece Speedo swimming suit I am thinking she would look just fine. Maybe a little bulge but… I like that.

She welcomes me with a little peck on the cheek. I respond and seek out her lips and give her a brief kiss. I fuss with the wine after she finds the corkscrew and she hunts down some glasses. The apartment is sparsely furnished but comfortable and there is straight porn playing on the flat screen TV. I am not that excited about the straight porn – a beautiful blonde giving head – but it does get me thinking. There is a couch with a coffee table in front. She brings the glasses and I pour some wine. ‘Cheers!’ I say and take a larger than normal sip. I am still nervous and I can feel the wine warm my throat and I begin to relax….

We make small talk for a while. She works for a small accounting firm and is divorced. I explain that I have my own business, am separated. We have similar interests and we talk a bit about our history. She had her first experience with a guy as a teenager in a shared room on a trip and coincidently had been dressing discreetly at home for years. Her interest had never been discovered and she ended up marrying thinking that it was the thing to do. It hadn’t worked out, even though she viewed herself as ‘bi’, things never panned out. She was much happier on her own but actually seeking out a male companion who would meet her as a transvestite was something new. The CL post that I had seen was her first venture out into the world of ‘Casual Encounters’. She wanted a regular thing and had no interest in multiple partners. As well, it was clear that she had two lives, one as a straight accountant and the other as the attractive sexy transvestite sitting beside me.

I had to admit that I was a CL ‘Casual Encounters’ junky – although, there were seldom ‘women’ that posted that interested me or were interested in me. ‘35 and under’ seemed to be the big stumbling block for me. In the back of my mind I kept thinking that if they would only spend some time with an older guy they would come to appreciate the patience and life experience they typically offered. Realistically, I wanted a regular arrangement as well. It was just hard to find the right person.

After a while I was reminded of one of the reasons I was at her apartment. Although relaxed chatter was great, there was periodic stirring in my groin. She was sexy and I was eager to explore and find out more about the woman beside me. I leaned in for a kiss and next thing I knew our tongues were locked together and darting about one another’s throats. We embraced, paused, pulled back and started again. Wow, how long I had waited for this experience – a great kisser, a seemingly genuine honest real person who just happened to be a CD, and a hot, sexy one at that.

Another sip of wine and a bit more chatter. And another long embrace and kiss. I felt her hand work its way down to my pants and seek out my hardening c**k. Ahhh. She knew what she wanted because after feeling me she sought out my belt buckle and zipper. Next thing I knew her hand was caressing my c**k, moving up and down, exploring, gently but firmly. Hmmm. What more could I ask for… Soon I was hard and we continued our embrace and wild kisses as she played with me. I thought I should do a little exploring myself but I was enjoying being taken care of and Lana seemed totally happy and engrossed in her activities.

Before long she was pulling at the waist of my pants and boxers. She wanted them off, or at least out of the way. Before I knew it they were around my ankles. I didn’t even bother to slip them off as I was lost in the enjoyment of being seduced by my hot companion deeply engaged in the eroticism of the moment. Next thing I knew, her lips found me and I became even more lost in the moment. I thought – this is too good to be true. And even better, soon I was completely down her throat. She had done this before and was good at it. Then she was no longer beside me on the couch but kneeling on the floor in front of me giving me 100% of her attention. Her eyes looked up at me with all of me down her throat. Her tongue worked my c**k as she looked into my eyes. Alternately, she swallowed my c**k then pulled back and kissed and bathed its length with her lips and tongue. I could tell she was happy. She continued and I thought about pacing myself. We had a bottle of wine to drink and the better part of an evening to enjoy plus the last thing I wanted to do was to cum too soon revealing an inability to control myself and sustain the enjoyment of the encounter. After a while she dropped down, exploring my balls with her lips and tongue which drove me crazy. I was leaning back with my feet in the air – my clothes now somewhere on the floor – enjoying every minute of the attention I was receiving.

The wine beckoned. Probably a good thing to take a pause. We chatted some more and I told her how much I was enjoying our first meeting. After another glass of wine my curiosity overwhelmed me. I reached under her gown and worked my way up her leg, feeling the garter straps and eventually finding the edge of her black satin panties. My exploration confirmed what I already knew. She was a CD and there was a c**k. It was very hard and, to my surprise, very big. She had to have a 7 or 8” c**k and it was thick. I was in heaven but I thought about my 6 inches and felt a bit inadequate. I didn’t comment on her size but eventually she let me know that size was not important to her. In fact, due to her lack of experience with fucking, she was more than happy with my average size. She had gagged a bit earlier so unless it was an act, any more would have been wasted. I liked her size but was relieved that I had made it clear that I wasn’t versatile. Deep throating was one thing but having that in me was something I couldn’t imagine.

I asked her to stand while I remained seated on the couch. Then I was staring straight at her c**k pointed at the ceiling but pushing out the front of the black satin panties. One of the things that drives me wild is a hard c**k, its shape visible inside sheer panties. With two fingers, I pulled the panties aside and her c**k sprang free. Could I manage to get it down my throat? I started slowly and eventually my lips where at the end of her shaft. I couldn’t stay there long but I was able to show her my appreciation for the fine treatment I had just received. And I was enjoying the reciprocation. She was hard and clearly enjoying my efforts. As I leaned in she whimpered and sighed and occasionally thrust her c**k deep into my mouth gently holding the back of my head.

After a while she said ‘my turn’. ‘Face fuck me.’ I stood as she kneeled on the carpet. I had now removed my shirt and my c**k was throbbing. I grabbed it briefly and felt the hardness and the ridges of veins engorged with blood. I held it as I moved toward her and she sucked me in deeply. I placed my hands on the back of her head and began to thrust in and out. I could tell she loved it. I paused and she wanted more. After a while I pulled out and stepped forward so that my balls were draped over her mouth. She licked them and worked backwards to my prostate area. This was driving my out of my mind. I had never had such an erotic experience before. I could barely control myself.

Time for another glass of wine. We chatted some more, both sharing how much we were turned on and enjoying one another. After a while, I settled down. She was lying on the floor. I pulled her panties down and over her heels. I couldn’t keep myself from taking her in my mouth again. This time I was opposite her but facing the other way and soon her lips found my c**k and we were locked in a ’69 with me on top. I paused and leaned forward as she worked my shaft, then sucked my balls and the sensitive inner part of my thighs. We ravished one another for several minutes. It seemed like we had been making love for hours.

Finally, during a pause she said ‘I want you to cum in my mouth. What do you want?’ I could barely contain myself. I was so hot and ready to erupt but at the same time I wanted to prolong the ecstasy that I was feeling. She took me deep in her mouth and grabbed my butt, one hand on each cheek. She pulled me toward her and I began to thrust in and out as she pulled and let go. For some reason I thought about the word synchronicity. This was it. Except these weren’t unrelated events. Here were two people totally engaged with one another experiencing pure erotic joy. I came with intensity I could not believe. She swallowed everything and I could tell by her smile that she was as happy as I was.

To be continued….

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Author: Charlie
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Krissy’s Note: I just love this story. I suppose it is necessary and important to say that I do not advocate incest in any way, but I think writing out feelings can be therapeutic for the Author, which is not to say that this Author has issues with that at all. Actually, I’ve emailed this Author back and forth a few times now and I’ve really enjoyed getting to know him a bit. And, I totally love his style of writing… which is intimate and sexy.

Tony was a beautiful baby boy. Perfectly healthy and well formed. The mother, Susan remarked to her husband James that Tony got a little stiffy everytime she nursed him and wondered if that was normal.

They all slept together and that night as soon as Tony started to nurse he sprang a boner. Susan giggled and said the baby must have gotten a load of his daddy’s genes as she saw how hard James was. James frantically fucked her while the baby nursed and he had a huge orgasm.

She didn’t know that James spent hours on his computer masturbating to nude young boys. Now he was in heaven with a beautiful little boy of his own. Safe from the worry of being found out and arrested if he actually tried meeting a boy.

James loved his little boy, loved bathing him and rubbing his little prick with soap. Once he got so turned on that he masturbated and washed his little stiffy with his fresh warm cum. Later, during Tony’s nap James leaned over and sucked his son’s stiffy and loved it. He was slowly giving in to his gay urges with his son.

He couldn’t wait til his wife went to visit her mother. Little Tony was 5 years old now and loved being a big boy, nude with his father. Tony still slept with his parents and James made sure he was awake when he fucked his wife and got his cock sucked off. Tony learned that his dad’s hard cock was a sign of love. He learned that his father loved watching him rub his small cock to show his father he loved him too.

By the time he was 12 his hormons had started to kick in and he really enjoyed rubbing his growing cock in front of his dad. By this time his mother had moved out and deserted them and he and James were nude in their apartment most of the time.

He knew his dad sucked him while he pretended to nap. It felt so good. He wondered how it would feel to suck his dad’s large cock but was to timid to ask.

Tony decided to to try something. During nap time he waited til James leaned over to suck him and he reached up and pulled his father’s head down further and came in his mouth. James pulled off in shock but Tony reached up and pulled him down and kissed him, sucking his cum from his dad’s mouth.

He took his dad’s hand and had him lay next to him. He knew this was a good time because his dad’s cock was raging hard and leaking pre cum. He said he was glad his mother had left because she never would have understood his need to love his dad. He told his dad he was actually awake and loved that he had been sucking him.

Tony said it was his turn to please his loving father and he wanted to suck him off. He looked his dad in the eye as he took his wet cock in his mouth and loved the taste and feel of cock. He held his dad’s balls and was rewarded by a cry of pleasure from his dad as he sucked him until warm cum flooded his mouth.

Tony said he had always felt like he should have been a girl and wanted to be his daddy’s little girl, a girl who wanted to make real love to her dad. To suck him off like mommy did and let him fuck his ass like mommy’s cunt.

Before James could cum up with an answer Tony had his throbbing cock in his mouth and gave him a mind shattering blow job, gulping cum down his throat. He was the perfect little cock sucker.

Two years later Tony had become Toni. They had moved to a new area and Toni went to school as a 14 year old girl named Toni. She had long hair and a winning smile. Everyone loved her, specially her male teachers. There was just something exciting about her. No one questioned the fact that she was too bashful to shower nude with the other girls.

James couldn’t wait for her to get home from school. She would cum skipping up the walk, long hair in her eyes, pretty little pleated skirt, bobby socks and loafers, and a white blouse and fucking horny. Little girl panties kept her hard cock from protruding.

She stood in front of her nude father, legs spread, hands on her hips, giggling and saying he must love her from the looks of his hard cock. She was so beautiful, slender, nice legs, smooth white hairless skin that was so nice to kiss and pretty feet in her bobby socks.

She said she had a surprise for him and took him to the bedroom where she handed him a jar of vasoline. She got on her hands and knees on the bed, pulled her skirt up, her panties aside and told him that it was time that he fucked her like he had mommy.

His cock was about to explode as he took his finger and stuck a blob of vasoline in her brown pucker hole and rubbed it all over his cock. She told him not to worry, she had been fucking herself with one of her mom’s dildos to prepare herself for his big cock.

Toni moaned as James rubbed his cock head on her little hole and then gave a little push and his cock slid into her very depths, warm moist depths. He asked if he was hurting her and she said to keep fucking, it felt wonderful. James was in heaven, his wife’s boring cunt never ever felt this good.

He took her smooth hips in his hands and fucked faster and faster until he released huge streams of cum in her ass cunt. As he pulled his spent cock from her fucked hole she sucked his slimey cock and said she could use more fucking. He said he was fucking wasted and he might need help and laughed. She didn’t laugh. Instead he watched his little girl frantically jacking herself while fingering her fucked hole.

By the time Toni was 16 years old she was a single minded fucking machine that was wearing her father out. She was awesome at 5’4″ tall, 110 pounds, long slender legs, milky white smooth skin, shaved pubic area with a man sized 7″ cock and smooth white balls. She could shoot a stream of cum four feet.

James had introduced her to wine and marijuana to calm her but it had back fired, making her a wild dirty mouthed demented slut who was high most of the time. One night he had too much to drink partying with her and passed out. When he finally came to he saw her standing there looking at him. Her legs were spread, hands on hips wearing nothing but black stockings, black garter belt, high heeled fuck me shoes and a raging hard on slippery with pre cum.

She told her dazed dad that she was motherfucking horny for more cock in her dirty ass cunt as she slowly stroked her huge shiney prick with one hand and took a huge hit from her joint with the other. She told him to suck her or fuck her or she was going to fucking jack off again.

He took her rigid cock in his mouth and about choked on the big load she blew down his throat. He couldn’t get his cock hard again for her moist ass that he had fucked earlier.

She told her father that she loved him but maybe he would be open to letting someone else fuck her so he could rest. The fucking slut was stroking again, glassy eyed and stoned. He had an idea.

He had her sit down and he knelt between her open legs and kissed her leaking cock. He said he had an old friend, Rick who he used to jack off with talking about taboo subjects. Rick said he had a 13 year old neighbor boy who walked around in the summer letting his cock bulge show. He wanted to kiss him and suck him off but was afraid of getting in trouble.

Toni said he should call his fucking perv friend and have him cum out for a visit. After James told Rick about his girly son Rick said he would fly right out.

The afternoon before Toni and James went to the airport to pick up Rick Toni took a long bubble bath, saving her legs and pubic area and painting her toe nails. James noticed that she was so excited that she smoked several joints and drank several drinks. As she steadied herself to get out of the tub her dad had never seen her so fucking turned on and hard. She was like any slender 16 year old who was pretty, except for her huge cock and big cum filled ball sacks.

She spent a lot of time on her long hair and make up, red painted lips ready for cock. Put on a tiny bikini panty with just thongs to hold them on, open to the back leaving her brown puckered ass cunt open for cock. She drunkenly giggled as she finger fucked a glob of vasoline in her hungry hole.

The small silk panty barely held her leaking prick. Then black pull up stockings over her slender smooth legs and high heeled shoes. She picked out a short black party dress that barely covered her white thighs.

She attracted a lot of attention as her father helped her through the airport. She had to sit down she was so fucking high. She hoped the motherfucker was as awesome as her dad told her he was. The vasoline in her ass hole was squishy and turned her on even more.

At least the motherfucker was good looking and pretty well built for an older man as James rose to greet him. She saw that he had nice tits through his thin white shirt. The cock sucker either had a large banana hanging down his pant leg or a huge cock. She giggled at the thought of a banana.

Her dad introduced Rick and she held out her little soft limp hand for him to kiss. She gave him a suck my pretty cock smile and his big babana twitched and left a little wet spot.

As soon as they were in the empty parking garage her dad and Rick grabbed each other and started kissing and rubbing each other’s cock bulges. Toni stepped in between them and told Rick he could fuck her dad anytime later. Right now she was fucking high and horny and needed a fucking smoke and more wine.

On the way home she sat between them and lit up a joint and finished a bottle that she had left in the car. Rick rested his hand on her bare thigh, just above her stocking and Toni spread her legs a bit and put her head on his shoulder.

She whispered in his ear that she hoped he wouldn’t mind if he found a horny cock in her panties. Her dad told Rick that he might find her horny cock in his ass hole if he played his cards right.

She had passed out by the time they got home. They carried her in and laid her on the couch, both sitting next to her. Rick put his arm around James’ shoulder and told him he loved him. James looked up and found himself kissing Rick, tongues in each others mouths.

Toni came to and found her father and Rick both naked with hard cocks hugging and watching her. James told his daughter that he and Rick loved each other and Rick was moving in with them if that was ok.

Toni said she would love to have two daddys and crawled over and took a cock in each hand and kissed each one. She got off of the couch, stood up swaying and let her dress drop to the floor. The little fabric of her bikini panties was soaked with cum and held out from her slender body by her full 7″ prick.

She told her daddy Rick that her fucking cock was about to explode and a good daddy would suck her off. Rick took her throbbing cock and squeezed it until the head was red and shiney with pre cum and then took her young ass in both hands and pulled her swollen meat deep in his mouth. She started humping his mouth and said he was a hot motherfucking cock sucker. She blasted streams of cum down her new daddy’s throat as he gulped and gagged.

Then she bent over in front of him and spread her brown ass cunt and told him to ram his cock deep in her vasalined slippery cunt. Rick took her hips in both hands and rammed his big fucker deep in her moist and warm cunt. As he was pounding her she told him that he was also a motherfucking hot ass fucking daddy.

Daddy James was under her to catch the cum and ass juices as Rick pulled his spent fuck meat from her dark place. He then took Rick’s spent slimey cock in his mouth and sucked him clean.

By the time Toni finally passed out James and Rick breathed a sigh of relief. Toni had fucked them completely dry. James took Rick in his arms in their bed and kissed him, tasting Toni’s cum and ass juices and told him loved him. Rick said he loved him too as he felt James’ cock enter his ass hole, deeply probing.

A perfect loving family.

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Thanks, Charlie
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Author: Lauren Westley
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Krissy’s Note: This is a pretty grim story and not one that will appeal to everyone. However, I think that’s the great thing about the human imagination… what one person finds objectionable will rock someone else’s world! I love some aspects of this story and others made me a bit sick to my stomach… but there’s no denying that the author has one great imagination.

Prologue

I am standing here wearing a red plaid schoolgirl uniform skirt. It is so short that although I looked in the mirror before and couldn’t see my white satin panties I felt anyone looking at me could. My blouse is a white collared blouse typical of what you’d expect to see on a schoolgirl. But, the top buttons are opened lower enough to see a bit of my lacy black bra. The sleeves are three quarter length. White schoolgirl stockings with a lacy top (they must have come from an adult mail order house) rise up my smooth hairless legs like a snake crawling towards its prey.

Dramatizing my look is a properly powdered face, a thin black line on my eyelids and silver hoop earrings. This forms the backdrop for my “pretty in pink” lipstick and a fragrance one could only call “Girlie.”

I have no one but myself to thank for these items.

My nails are manicured as well as my toenails and of course they are ‘hot pink’. I didn’t pick these colors out but they were in my makeup kit.

My hair is a light auburn and over the past three months it has grown enough for many types of hairdos. Right now it’s in a ponytail with, you guessed it, a big pink bow attached to a scrunchie.

I’m wearing 5″ Stiletto heels that took me over a month to learn how to walk in. With them on I am about 5’8″ tall. My mind drifted as I looked at the foam pad with neck brace while Dick is fastening a red leather open mouth ring gag. He was explaining how I had learned how to stretch my body so my ass would be in the air while lying on the foam pad. And how ‘comforting’ the neckpiece would be. He laughed at the word ‘comforting’.

He had also rigged a couple of hoops through two eye hooks in the wall and said with my ankles wrapped in them it would help me stay in position and besides keeping my legs spread a bit they would also make holding my knees over my head an easier task. Of course this meant my ass would be facing up towards the ceiling.

“If one of the men tell to get into your position it will mean here and you must stay there until you are excused, Dick said in the same quiet voice he had used for weeks.

“Do you understand,” he said closer to my face. I was nearly crying. These past weeks had been an ordeal.

“Yes Sir,” I answered demurely as I had been taught.

Dick was definitely on edge with the other men arriving. Nearly all my training over these weeks had been as if I wanted to be the girl standing here. Dick had drawn so much out of me and a spanking was a learning experience not a punishment.

Amazingly, regardless of my repulsion inside, I now obeyed every command.

The tears in my eye were overshadowed by the sound of a vehicle, the first in a month. I was hoping it was someone coming to rescue me. But I knew it was just the opposite. I was afraid, nervous, apprehensive, and submissive about what would be next.

“Here come the men. Go open the door. ” he said.

I walked obediently towards the door and although the plug wasn’t that big I could feel it every step. Between the walking lessons of short steps foot in front of foot and the plug I could feel myself swaying to the door. I heard car doors open and some muffled male voices. Apprehensively I turned the old rusty knob and the door creaked open.

Emerging from the big black Yukon SUV with muddy tires were seven men none of whom were smaller or younger then Dick. I shuddered with fear as I looked at them with my practiced smile and learned demur stance.

Even though I had become compliant on the outside and tamed on the inside I had not reached any point of being ok with what was happening to me.

These men were old rugged beer drinking hunters. All had big guts flopping over their belts. Some had beards and as I was soon to find out grooming was not in their vocabulary. I also learned not much later they nearly all
chewed tobacco and had yellow teeth. Some were a bit toothless. But they are appeared ruthless.

A couple of them headed to the trunk but one of them looked directly at me and said to the others, “What a nice looking cunt we have here.”

But, perhaps I should take you back to the beginning of my demise about three months ago.

Chapter One – The Unfriendly Woods

“Hello sweetie,” the gruff male voice sounded from behind me. I was still squatting and had just finished peeing when this deep baritone hilly-billy voice shocked me starting my adrenaline flowing faster then an open fire hydrant.

“Just get up and turn around,” he commanded.

I began to pull my panties up but he told me he was pointing a gun at me and for me to “turn around so I can see your pussy.”

Nervous tremors rippled through my body as I turned into my fear and saw his gun.

“I don’t have a pussy but please let me explain,” I weakly answered hoping this would all end.

I’ve always enjoyed my annual camping trips deep in the West Virginia woods. Over the past 3 years I had only had one visitor pass by my camp site while I spent my six night alone and dressed as a woman. And that particular time it was just a friendly wave from across the wide river. I was a bit shocked then but I took it in stride and continued my annual event driving deep into the woods and then hiking about fifteen miles to a small-secluded campsite on private land that I rented each year.

This area in the woods that I rented encompassed a couple of hundred acres and backed up to thirty thousand acres of state forestland and many more thousands of acres of Federal land.

Three years ago I saw an on-line ad about a secluded campsite. The thought of doing this and then follow through of renting the campsite opened up the ability for me to explore my feminine side. A side I had hidden for all 23 years of my life. I had always felt more like a girl then a boy but I had never done anything more then wear a pair of panties until these trips began.

The ad read “Complete hideaway campsites for $150 for a week with assurances of privacy” and all I need to do was make a simple PayPal click. Of course I had checked with the owner about such privacy and that I wanted to be sure whoever rented before or after me wouldn’t be there when I arrived. He assured me no one rented at the time of the year I was renting and my privacy would be a certainty.

I started writing erotic romance novels when I was 18 and by the time I was 20 I was living on my own. I had no family since my parents were killed in a terrible auto accident just after I had turned 18. I left the small town I had been raised in and moved to New York. I just felt more comfortable since I wrote under my pen name Gloria Summers. Even my mailbox listed both my real name and my pseudo name since I got some mail for her. How they got my address I will never know but I figured I should have both.

I lived in a very large apartment building and my mail was always forwarded to my agent since she paid all my bills regularly. I wasn’t rich but it was much better being my own boss. Sometimes I’d either lock myself in my
apartment or simply disappear and write for months alone. Once I had traveled to Mexico and rented a villa while I wrote my third novel. I didn’t have friends, well perhaps my publisher but she was well aware of my idiosyncrasies.

And, in my fear of being found out I never talked about going to West Virginia. The few who knew me thought I had gone to Maine each year.

Turning to face this intruder I could see his hand holding a mean looking gun. It looked like those guns in the movies. I had even used one in a story of mine, the famous Glock. Naturally I raised my hands and as I did so my shorts and panties fell around my knees. I was exposed.

I had on those girlie hiking short shorts with a cuff. Hey, it was late spring and the temperature during the day was in the 90′s at night it cooled off to around 70. Besides if my balls weren’t showing I’d have looked every bit like a woman. The shirt I was wearing made me look like I had tits because of the padded and gel stuff bra underneath. In a way my thought was, this may be better with me standing naked from the waist down since he wouldn’t want to rape me since I was a guy. And more likely he would be so repulsed he would just tell me to get lost. Perhaps take my money but that was fine.

My lips quivered but he hushed me as his eyes focused on my privates and he then mockingly said, “So what we have here is one of those ‘sissy’ girls. Right?”

These words came out of a big fat beer belly man. It was hard to figure out how tall he was but his girth was substantial. He was wearing a plaid lumberjack shirt and a pair of dirty overalls. All I know was my 5’6″ paled next to him.

My backpack was still strapped to my shoulders since I hadn’t set up camp yet. Everything I carried was for a woman camper. At my car was my change of clothes. I had become bolder each year and this year I had decided to go all the way. I even had a summer dress packed as well as a week’s supply of panties. There was a makeup kit. And, I can’t think why I had brought a box of tampons.

“Pull up your panties and shorts pussy,” he commanded and then said.

I started pulling up my shorts and panties but he said, “Wait, turn around and let me see your ass first.”

There wasn’t much I could do with a gun pointed at me.

“Sweet cheeks,” he whistled. And before long we were hiking away through the woods. Not on a path. We must have wandered onto the federal land since the over brush was quite dense. However, he seemed to find each turn that kept us from being caught in the brambles or stopped by other natural barriers.

Finally we walked into a small clearing completely surrounded by trees wasthis cabin. It looked pretty make shift from the front. Like something you’d see in old pictures and wonder ‘who could live there?’

Chapter Two – The Shack

The inside smelled of stale smoke and it was very messy but it was not as makeshift as it looked from the outside. As you entered there was a very large room with a good kitchen tucked into the far corner. One cabinet door was missing and another one was hanging down from a broken hinge. They were made of the cheap orange stained looking wood. The floor was a wide rough-hewn oak plank oak.

The sink was stainless steel and had dishes, pots and pans all stacked up. The counter tops were plain white, well now faded and chipped, Formica.

A round dining table sat sectioning off the kitchen/dining area from the rest of the room with eight captain chairs surrounding it. The table had a ceiling light with fan above covered in dust. One of the bulbs was burned out. On the table was an ashtray filled with butts. There was also a mason jar with what looked like tobacco chew spit.

However, the inside of the house seemed to have been ready for all seasons since there was both a huge fireplace in the living room and an air-conditioner through the wall to the left of the fireplace.

Dick had me take off my backpack and then handed me one of those plastic handcuff things you see on crime shows. Once my wrists were in the loop and I had pulled the plastic tight with two fingers Dick checked with one had while he held the gun with the other to make sure the plastic strap was well secured. Next he had me get down on the floor and roll onto my back. He knelt over me putting the gun down.

I so wanted to escape but I wouldn’t be able to either get him off me or get the gun, which was out of my reach. From somewhere he produced a metal collar that was lined in the inside with a soft padding. He got it around my neck and then he snapped it close. It connected on the side.

When I got up he told me about the collar.

“Pussy,” he said, “there’s a ring on the front and on the top for a leash but more important is where I snapped it shut is a small cylinder about the size of a Vick’s Inhaler.”

Dick explained this was actually filled with an explosive.

“The cylinder on your collar if detonated will blow your neck away. Don’t try to remove it. Don’t try to run away,” he said.

After that he took me to the perimeter of the property showing me it was well marked with red plastic tape dangling from tree trunks like you see for markings in the woods.

“Now watch closely girl,” he said and tossed a cylinder like the one fastened to my collar pass the red tape.

BOOOOM…it exploded violently.

“Once you collar was set it cannot be removed by me. It is controlled outside this compound so trying to escape is futile,” he said.

In a more mild voice he continued, “Now you will learn to understand your role and you will be trained over these next weeks to obey commands with complete and immediate obedience. I won’t need to raise my voice but instead you’ll learn and it will become your mission to obey men and their desires.”

From that moment on I was being trained though to me it was simply being told what to do. Besides cleaning the house and washing the dirty clothes I was given many other duties, as Dick put it, ‘woman’s work’ and other feminizing submissive roles.

Dick reminded me on several occasions he was not going to yell or shout since he preferred a quiet home and a docile girl and he felt the collar should be enough of a reminder.

“However,” Dick said, “a spanking may come at anytime depending on my mood even though in times you’ll know before and may probably desire to be spanked.”

I couldn’t figure out why I’d ever want a spanking.

But the first time Dick spanked me it had nothing to do with a mistake. Instead it was a lesson. He had me come over by the old faded blue couch and he hooked a small lead to the front of my collar and had me bend over till my head was as low as the seating on the couch. He lifted a small metal plate on the floor and there was an eyehook to which he snapped the other side of the lead too.

Then he used some sort of Velcro thing around my legs in a eight patter making me unable to spread my legs more then about 16 or 18 inches. At the center of the 8 a lead came out and he hooked that to another eyehook connected to the leg of the sofa.

“Now for this lesson I want you to lower your panties only in the rear so your ass is bare and then hold your skirt up with both your hands. In time you won’t need to be tied but holding this position will take time to learn.”

I had already had several obedience lessons and of course realized obeying was easier then the alternative (being told to walk away) so I did as he said.

He was sitting on the sofa with his legs between my arms and legs and suddenly I felt his big hand just smack my ass. Instinctively I screamed.

“Girl, there will be no screaming, no yelling. You can remain silent, you can whimper or you can cry. But if you decide to whimper or cry make sure it’s real and not an act or you will regret it.”

I could smell both the perfume I was wearing and the strong smell of his sweat. My ass cheek stung then he slapped the other cheek. His hand covered nearly all of my cheek. I held the painful scream inside me. Not a sound came out of me except an exhale breathing.

Dick didn’t slap fast. It was more a slow painful slap and then a wait. During the first few I kept silent. Dick stopped at about the seventh slap and said, “Now let yourself go into your past and remember how you could cry. Reach back and find that pussy girl you are and you will have taken a major step forward in your new life.”

About the fifteenth slap I felt a little whimper out of me. Dick consoled me saying, “Good girl,” and at the same time rubbing my ass. He waited a bit before he slap my ass again.

Somewhere after the fiftieth hard full hand slap I started to lightly cry. All of this spanking was taking time and I drifted away into somewhere in the past. A girl was crying and I didn’t know who she was. There was no rush by Dick. And so, at some point, I started hear myself crying like the girl in my mind. I was that girl. Shortly after that he stopped spanking me. He undid the leads and then told me to pull my panties up.

“Don’t touch or rub your ass after a spanking girl,” he said. “Just go about your business. Did you enjoy that?”

Turning toward him and crying I obliged the rules and answered, “Yes Sir.”

“And,” he said coaxing me.

Of course I curtsied as I had been taught from day one. My thumb and two fingers took hold of the hem of my skirt, then bending the right knee and I said, “Thank You Sir,” as I rose.

Dick had told me just the day before, “I want you to learn the following. From today forward you will have only four words in your vocabulary and they can be used in only two phrases. You will not call me Dick ,” he said.

The four words are “Sir, Yes, Thank You”

“Your only two phrases will be ‘Yes Sir,’ and ‘Thank You Sir.’ No matter what the question asked you will answer ‘Yes Sir.” And, you will have to learn when ‘Thank You Sir’ is appropriate. “Yes Sir,” will be your answer to any question you are asked regardless of how you would like to answer.

You probably are wondering why I was so easily subjugated. But, I think there are many reasons. Of course I already was submissive before all of this happened. The video certainly pushed me into compliance but I think it
was also the way Dick carried out his training of me. It’s hard to say but I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into what he was making me into. I was the girl he wanted me to be. I am this girl.

A few days later I was in the kitchen washing the dinner plates crying from spanking Dick had administered for my ‘mistakes’ of the day. My ass was so sore. I had spent the afternoon cleaning the house and getting spanked for when I said something under my breath. But, this would not be the last time I was crying after a spanking. I would cry during every spanking after the time in the living room.

Another instruction I had been given earlier today (There were many new ones each day and at night I had to write them down. If I forgot one then I’d be punished for that) put me in my place of complete sublimation.

Dick had called me into the living room in the early afternoon and had me insert a disc into the DVD player. Before he started it he had me sit by his feet.

He started the DVD and I watched. It was the same place we were in but there was a man dressed as a woman. His features weren’t nearly as feminine as mine. However, he was wearing a similar housedress as I had on and it hemmed just above the knee as mine. There was a supply of women’s clothing in a small closet in one of the 5 bedrooms. But this guy’s was also stockier so the housedress didn’t hang on him but instead stretched on his frame. It fit me very femininely since I tried to keep my weight at 135 pounds before and guessed I must have already lost some weight since arriving here.

This was the first time I realized there must be cameras recording the different rooms and outside. He walked outside and started walking towards the perimeter. My eyes were glued as he neared the red taped trees.

The guy/girl kept walking and as he passed the trees the next part of the video became gruesome. There was no sound track but suddenly you could see a glow around his neck with smoke emitting and finally you saw his head was detached from his body. It was flying up into the air and back towards the camera before it fell out of view.

The rest of his body just collapsed and the DVD went to snow.

“Your choice girl. Will you be a good girl and do whatever you are told?” Dick asked. “Or would you like to walk away as he did?”

I was shaking inside. A man had been killed. I didn’t want to die. It was overpowering so I meekly answered, “Yes, Sir.”

The next day he had me tan in a bikini. The bra had holes cut out at the nipples and I could tell this would make me look like I had areola. The bikini bottom was a typical bikini bottom. The bikini was plain black. The bra part bunched at the middle of the front and two small cups were held by a thin spagetti strap wrapping around my back and tied in a bow. The other two straps were each on the top of a cup tying in another bow behind my neck.

He also used three water tattoos. You know the kind you apply with a wet cloth and will last about 10 days. Above the center of the bra was the word “girl” and above the center of the bikini bottom was a slightly larger “Cunt”

I couldn’t see what he had stuck on my ass but I found out later it said, “Spank Me”

For the ten days I sunbathed twice a day for about 30 minutes each time. The last day of tanning was the day before the other men arrived. By this time the tattoos had started to wash away and instead I had dark skin
except where the tattoos had been. The words, Girl, Cunt, Spank Me were very easy to read against the tan.

But there were more rules and training. I had to practice my curtsy many times a day with the “Yes Sir” and “Thank You Sir,” until it became automatic.

When I was asked if I wanted a spanking I had learned to curtsy and of course say, “Yes Sir.” It was humiliating but better then dead. And some of my spankings weren’t for misbehavior. Others were simply because when I was asked if I wanted a spanking and I had to answer “Yes Sir.”

A typical end of day example was like this. I would come over to Dick and he would have me lift my skirt and lower my panties. He would be sitting on the sofa and he’d grab my arm and have me bend over.

“Do you think you misbehaved today girl?” he’d ask.

Of course I would answer, “Yes Sir.”

“You forgot to say “Thank you Sir” after I gave you permission to pee. Right?”

“Yes Sir,” I’d reply.

(Oh, I forgot to tell you. I had to ask permission to use the toilet at first. Over time this changed. I’ll explain that later.)

After which I would be given ten hard hand spanks and have to say, “Thank You,” when he was done.

Sometimes I would get many more swats then I needed to cry so my cheeks would be streaked with tears. My mistakes were mostly for forgetting to say ‘Thank You Sir,” but there were others for not cleaning a dish thoroughly or if he found a pubic hair on the toilet. Sometimes the spankings not only made me cry during them but also long after especially when I went to bed with my butt still stinging. Even in bed I was afraid to touch since I thought he might be watching

One day Dick took me over to what had been an empty spot in the living room. He had set up a chalkboard on an easel and a couple of feet in front was a piece of duck tape adhered to the floor parallel to the chalkboard.

“Remember what I said about you would one day ask for a spanking?” Dick asked with a sly smile.

“Yes Sir,” I replied and thought back to that spanking just a short while ago.

“Well, I’m sure you’ve remembered your spankings since then. Right?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Soon there will be a group of other men here and making mistakes could lead to a many worse spankings. So, this is an opportunity for you to perhaps reduce the number of swats on your ass..

“However, I assure you this is a better choice,” he said and then explained to me that if I made a mistake I was to come at the beginning of the next hour and write my mistake on the chalkboard. I was also to pull my panties down, bend over and hold my skirt up and wait for someone to come over and give me an appropriate punishment after which I would be dismissed and I should know by now my “Thank and Yes Sir.” “Do you now understand you will ask for your spanking with the hope of mitigating your punishment,” Dick questioned.

“Yes Sir, ” I said with a quivering voice. I knew this was another behavioral change. And with that I was dismissed back to my current task which was sewing a hole in a pair of underwear which was so old there were still yellow stains the wash didn’t get out.

Then one evening I was wearing a thin satin negligee Dick had picked out for me. It rubbed seductively against my cock. Actually, the feel of satin against my body was one of the first big turn-ons for me. I could easily cum rubbing myself through satin panties before all this. I had just finished washing his boxers when I heard him call to me.

“Pussy, you almost done?” Dick called out from the living room.

“Yes Sir,” I answered nervously.

“Hurry up unless you want another spanking,” he mockingly said.

I hurried as fast as I could but I wasn’t allowed to run or walk normal. I didn’t want another spanking but I had to walk slowly with my ass wiggling. As Dick had taught me, “Have your pussy hole, when you walk, make a man want to push his cock up there.”

I just wanted to go home. As soon as I was done I came around the sofa I felt so naked in the flimsy negligee.

As I said before, Dick was a big guy. The sofa was indented with him sitting there. He must have been over three hundred pounds, I thought as he handed me a DVD.

“Go put that in the DVD player and come sit by me,” Dick said.

I took the DVD and walked over to put it in. Of course I was hoping it wasn’t like the other DVD. I was so scared.

The disc was black with yellow block print. All it said was Lessons. And then I turned and started back towards the sofa. I didn’t want to look him in the eye so instead I just looked at this disgusting fat man with stained plaid shirt as his hand patted where I should sit. I thought I knew what was going to happen but I didn’t want to believe it.

Up to this point I had only be spanked and trained but as I turned to sit down and his hand caressed the back of my leg. I felt his fingers going under the skirt touching my ass. I couldn’t sit right away with him touching and probing. Finally he had me sit. I felt so tiny next to him and I smelled so girly while he emitted a strong smell of testosterone.

The film had started and Dick put his arm around me. “You will do everything in this movie and more and you will do it always with a sweet smile and a ‘yes sir.’ he grinned as he talked.

The movie played and although the guy in the film a bit younger and not as fat as Dick he was still nasty. Just as I saw the guy in the movie start to finger the girl Dick put his hand between my legs.

“Well Pussy girl, do you understand you will do anything I ask or any man asks immediately, without hesitation and without complaint?” Dick asked.

“Yes Sir,” I said my throat dry.

This was the beginning of my sex servitude lessons. As I’ve said before, more and more I sank into this docile obedient girl. He coaxed me to rub my ‘pussy’ while I sucked his cock and said if I could get myself to cum when he did I’d get a pleasant surprise.

Well of course that didn’t happen but I was surprised when he touched me there I did get a bit hard. He laughed a bit and said I was a “real girl.”

What was also weird was I never felt like I was enjoying myself but more like I was allowing myself to be used and to be controlled.

Much of the time Dick wasn’t harsh but nearly always I was taught or perhaps a better word ‘conditioned’ to be a particular type of girl who was also a boy. I learned how to walk in heels in short steps. And although I had walked in heels this was different. Once I forgot to put one foot in front of the other so my ass would sway I immediately went to the chalkboard and wrote it down bent over waiting with my white satin panties lowered just below my ass, my hands holding my blue flowered skirt up. I must have waited about 15 minutes before Dick came over. He didn’t spank me then or later. Without even realizing it I began to immediately go to the chalkboard on the hour for things I thought I had done wrong.

When I chipped a dish once I was standing there on the duct tapeline waiting. He came over and lubed my hole pushing a butt plug up

As I said my duties included keeping the cabin clean, washing the dishes and clothes and also cleaning Dick’s tobacco juice Mason jar. Unfortunately there was neither a dishwasher nor washing machine so I had to do everything by hand in the large restaurant sink.

But, I did get good long spankings at times. They mostly turning my ass red not blistered. However when I was instructed on ‘how to sit’ my ass stung. Dick had me lift my skirt and then sit down so I wouldn’t crease my dress. And, with my ass burning hot from a spanking sitting was not the most comfortable thing in the world especially my bare bottom on the coarse fiber chair seats. The various lessons and rules went on day after day. Of course there were only four words I was allowed to say. I wasn’t allowed to start a conversation nor end it. I was only to reply with the “Yes Sir,” or “Thank You Sir.”

I was taught to sit with my legs slightly spread apart so men could see my panties and would want to fuck me. My various cleaning duties were inspected each day Dick explained this was for me to have a more pleasant time when the men arrived.

And although I had to stand in the corner many times with my skirt up and panties down, ass burning from a good over the knee spanking I also was given time to relax or nap. Among the hardest things to learn was the kiss especially from a fat old guy who was sticking his tongue in my throat. Funny how a French kiss could be more humiliating then sucking his dick.

I was taken several times around the perimeter so I’d know the boundaries even at night.

The cabin had five bedrooms, one bath and the large main room with giant fireplace, kitchen and dining table. From the outside it appeared as a hunting cabin but inside it was a tad more civilized. Although the floors were wood plank various carpets of fur and fabric were laid out with a bit of woodsy decor.

The kitchen was functional and there was even a small room off of the kitchen with several stocked freezers. I don’t know what generated the electricity but really only the lights; refrigerator/freezer and ceiling fans were electrified. Oh, and the scant bit of hot water too.

The four bedrooms were quite Spartan with knotty pine paneling, typical off white ceiling and trim pain. There were two single beds in each room and each had a dresser though none matched.

A small alcove was cut into a wall of the kitchen housing a vanity table, chair and a wood poll for hanging clothes. This would be my domain. Even though I knew make up there were many more items then I carried with me. Dick explained the girls of the past had left these as I would leave my stuff when I left. That seemed reassuring. The idea I would leave someday.

A routine began to develop over the months.

At some point Dick added something new to the spanking. He told me I was going to learn to have a spanking, cry and have an orgasm at the same time.

The first training of this was the following way. He called me in one day and he had a sex tape running and told me to watch. It was a very simple man and woman sex tape.

After it ran for a bit I felt some urges going on. I always related to porn. But then I felt his hand rubbing my penis through my satin panties. I got harder

“Good girl,” he said, “now bend over and hold your skirt up.”

Then he pulled my panties down a bit and put his lubed hand over my cock saying, “You can orgasm and continue to be spanked until you cry. You can cry and orgasm at the same time. Or you can cry and continue to be spanked till you orgasm.

Then he started to jerk me and spank me. The first time I had an orgasm before I started crying so he kept spanking me till I cried.

Over time I learned not only to cry and orgasm at the same time but even for me to simply rub myself through my panties without lube and to orgasm as I was crying from being spanked.

In time I associated spankings, tears and my little orgasm as if they all went together. Often I’d be hard when getting just a spanking and when I was allowed to please myself. Pleasure and pain blended together as I drifted lower into the desire of humiliation and degradation.

Of course I was instructed ‘never’ to play with myself without permission.

Dick also said what I did was more of a feminine orgasm not man cum and so from now on I was to think of my clit and my g-spot and that I was just a girl.

He would ask me after I squirted if I had ‘squirted pussy juice?’

I would answer, “Yes Sir.”

Sometimes he replied, “Good girl,” and he’d give me a treat, like a piece of chocolate.

In time I associated with the words ‘good girl’ as well. Sometimes I wanted him to spank me and let me squirt. He also taught me to get hard without release depending on various things besides spankings. Like when I was sucking his cock or he was feeling me up. As I said before, I had spankings with my little hard-on yearning away. One time I almost squirted without even being touched. Often I’d leak a little pre-cum. When I did Dick would say, “good girl.”

My bathroom control was simple. I was to stand by the bathroom door and squirm like a girl needing to pee. If I needed to poop I was to stand there with my panties down to my knees.

He always let me go poop but he often let me squirm for a while and a couple of times I’d leak a bit. Once he spanked me when I needed to go but had wet myself a little. Before I knew it I was crying and peeing myself. I was so ashamed when he stopped and said, “girl you need to learn some control.”

Sometimes he watched me pee. He also had trained me to pull my panties just to my knees and sit down on the toilet (I wasn’t allowed to use the toilet seat) making sure all of me was tucked in so I only showed my pussy pubes and thus appeared like the girl he said I was.

Everyday, every moment was training but eventually things started to come naturally to me. I walked with the sway. I knew when to whimper and when to cry and I became this creature of his.

Chapter Three – The Arrival

Holding the door open for the men I thought this must be the big fat old beer belly man convention. I had learned before to only address them as Sir. Dick had both trained and spanked “thank you Sir,” into me many times over the past months.

My pink lipstick smiling lips uttered “Yes Sir,” as the first burly man started through the when he asked me if I was a cum slut. Each man came in with a different remark followed my either a “Yes Sir” or a “Thank You Sir.”

One of them who was a bit shorter then the others in height but not in girth stopped at the door with his belly against me said, “Oh, you will do nicely,” and he patted my ass as he entered.

For the next ten minutes they unloaded the van of ice chests, luggage, cases of beer and booze etc. My collar had become a part of me now but I noticed in one of the bedrooms a leash. It made me twitch a bit at my neck. I was left in the kitchen to put the provisions away as the men gathered in the living room making jokes and talking. Some of the conversation was about how nice it was to be here again and about getting away from the everyday.

One man called out, “Bring me a cold one,” to me. I had been taught how to serve as well during this period of isolation. I got a beer out of the cooler and placed in on the bar tray with the bottle opener next to it and carried it out ‘barmaid’ proper. But in serving it there was a difference. I had been taught to bend at the waist and not the knees.

As I bent over he touched my ass and said, “you have a nice ass girl and you smell pussy perfect. “Did you wear that perfume to entice us?”

Nervously I answered, “Yes Sir.”

Later that night I had my legs were in the air, and my ass high. My panties were pulled down to my ankles.

“This is great,” the man said, “so this just screws off?”

Although I didn’t know what he was doing his comment and the feeling I got from him screwing some counterclockwise on my butt plug made me worry.

“You guys have to see this. She has a pussy,” the man continued and one of the other men came to look and also confirmed his comment.

“You’ll have to look how pink and sweet it is when you get up here,” the first man said.

I was looking up at him as he unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly laughing.

“Wait,” Dick called out, “don’t forget whoever is last to use the plunger cap on the mantel not the one removed. What is will do is pretty self-explanatory. Our spunk will be forced into her butt when she stands it
will not flow back. Like a backwash valve on a toilet.”

From the back of the room I heard one guy say, “I so enjoy when we come out here and get to try the kinky sexual devices we make at home. Whose idea was this one?”

Dick smiled and took credit.

The man above me laughed. His pants fell to the floor with the belt clanging. He put the key and whatever he had undone on the fireplace mantel next to us.

“Now girl, this is what is going to happen. I’m going to jerk off into your pussy and so will the other seven men. When you are fully loaded we’ll push our cum down into you and your plug will be capped and you will serve
us. Do you understand what serves us means?”

Tears began to well in my eyes as I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“And while we are here after anything one of us MEN does to you or with you, you will always say Thank You,” he continued.

“Yes Sir.”

When he was finished he slapped my ass he picked up a magazine from the mantel. I could see if was a porn magazine from the cover as he stood there looking at it. Then he started jerking over when he started to come not all of it went into the plug some landed on my balls. He exhaled when he was done and over the next hour the other seven men drained their balls into the plug.

The last man took the other device from the mantel and said “Bottoms up,” mockingly as he inserted it and twisted. At that moment I knew it was a mini plunger. While the other men came I felt some of their spunk seep through the butt plug into me. Now I knew the rest was being pushed past the nozzle of the plug and deep inside me.

The Man said, “All done, now get up and get me a beer.”

I got up and although I couldn’t really feel their cum sticky inside me my mind knew it. I began to walk to the kitchen when he called me back.

“Girl have you lost your manners?”

I could only answer, “Yes Sir. Thank you Sir.”

“Go get my beer and then come back here for a good spanking.”

“Yes Sir,” I answered in a frightened whisper and started walking to the kitchen.

“Hey always wiggle your ass. Shake like the cum cocktail waitress you are,” he said loudly.

I wiggled to the kitchen but when I was walking out with the beer I was afraid I’d drop it so I couldn’t wiggle much.

I bent over pouring the beer into his glass. There were a eleven beer glasses and Dick had told me to be sure always to have a nice clean one for each man.

The man had a gray unkempt beard and although I didn’t know their names I could easily distinguish them. None were completely clean-shaven. They were all dirty old men who acted like I wasn’t the first.

“Are you ready for your spanking?” he asked.

“Yes Sir but may I first go pee?” I replied.

The man turned to Dick and said, “I’m glad you left the toilet training to us.”

He turned to me and asked, “Do you know how an indoor bitch gets toilet trained?” The man didn’t expect a reply but continued, “a well trained bitch, and I’m talking dog, waits till her master takes her out to do her business. And, a bitch in heat is happy to sniff ass and be fucked. You have seven Masters and you will be a bitch in heat from this day forward. So from now on we will know when you need to eat and when you need to piss and shit.and where. Do you understand?

Shamefully I meekly answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Good” now take that butt plug from your ass and put it into your mouth then bend over and don’t lose a drop of our man juice.”

I was sobbing a bit as I pulled the plug out of my ass making sure I tightened my sphincter to hold the seven loads of cum inside me. My mind thought about being a ‘bitch in heat’ and having to wait for a Master for me to relieve myself etc.

The plug tasted funky as it slipped over my pink lips into my mouth.

“All the way in just like it was in your ass. Your ass and your mouth are now both a pussy and an ass. Close your lips around the narrow part as your asshole did. You don’t have a mouth now just a vagina and an asshole.”

It wasn’t very long but it was a bit bulbous. When I had pushed it all the way in with just the outside plug part showing it touched the back of my throat. Just near the gag reflex.

“You see guys, the plug is perfect. She will learn the thrill of being throat fucked and how to let the gag be a part of her bitch duties, the man said as he had me bend over.

Holding my ponytail (my hair had grown since I had been there and it was blond now. Dick had me bleach my hair, my pubes and even the area around my asshole. That had hurt

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

His open hand slapped against my ass. Hard but not blister Hard.

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

And each slap after he’s ask me a question

“Will you be a good cunt?” “Yes Sir,” I answered.

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Is your mouth a vagina?” “Yes Sir.”

My ass began to heat

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Are you our cum slut?” “Yes Sir.”

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Are you here to serve men?” “Yes Sir.” SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Are you a bitch in heat?” “Yes Sir.”

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

“Do you know how to curtsy? “Yes Sir.” (I had been taught by Dick)

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

This continued on for sometime. I was crying now. Dick had trained me not to yell or scream. Just to either cry or whimper. And the spanking was expertly given. I knew my ass was red and the heat would last for hours. I also knew I wasn’t allowed to rub my ass.

When he was finished he had me pull my panties up and thankfully I remembered to say, “Thank You Sir.”

Seven men would control my life and I had to please each of them separately and as a group. My head ached as I stood in the kitchen in front of the sink only wearing panties, bra, garter belt, stockings, a dainty apron hooped over my neck and tied in a bow around my waist. My toes a bit arched in my Mary Janes. This was my waiting position. The men could easily see me. They could see my ass filled with their cum. The view from the living room to the kitchen was open. A small dining table was a bit off to the side between the two rooms. I could hear the men talking but not what about.

Chapter Four – The First of Many Days.

I had to wait till one of the men woke up and took me to pee and poop.

The tallest man, he was about 6’4″ came into the kitchen and put a package down to the side of me saying, “You are a whore slut, aren’t you?”

Standing over the sink I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Then softly say ‘I’m a whore slut’ until someone tells you to stop.

I had forgotten to say “Thank You Mister,” (that’s what he wanted to be called) so he spanked me several times on my already reddened ass.

“I’m a whore slut,” I said almost in a whisper.

“I’m a whore slut.”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

“I’m a whore slut,”

And finally the day came to an end but before I could go to sleep two of the men went out to the car and brought a large trunk in. It was pink with the gold corner bracings. They also brought in a large dog sleeping bed and a cage. They put the bed inside the cage in the kitchen.

“Be a good girl now and get down on all fours. wiggle your ass and go into your new doggie home,” one of the men ordered me. He had the largest cock head of them all. I had sucked it earlier. It wasn’t very long but it looked like a swollen fruit on a on a tree branch. I was afraid if he stuck it in me it would be like a dog knot.

I had been allowed to take the apron off. I was happy for the warmth in the house. When I got down on all fours he pulled a bit of the bottom on my panties and cut a hole. Then he eased a butt plug up ass. The plug had a tail on the end and it was weighted.

“This should hold you till morning,” he said as he locked the cage

“Yes Sir, Thank You Sir,” I answered as I was locked in for the night. I fell asleep crying.

Chapter Five: Time Goes By

Over the next week there were major changes. I wanted to run through the woods and not care if I had my neck blown off but I was to chicken. They had chosen well. I would be their girl. Even more I would be their bitch.

My cage rattling and a deep baritone voice saying, “Okay bitch time for you to do your business” awakened me. Looking up I saw the fattest of the men standing with a leash in his hand.

“You are going to be house broken this week bitch. Just like any dog you will be taken by leash to go do your business outside. When I open the cage you will crawl out and I’ll snap the leash on you. Then you will crawl outside and sniff around for a good place. And once you’ve found it you will pull down your panties, pull out the plug if you have to poop or if not just pee and be the bitch dog you are. Have you ever seen a bitch Labrador do her business?”

My ears hurt from this new degradation but my mouth opened and said, “Yes Sir.”

He opened the cage and I crawled out. The leash snapped into place and the man walked towards the door. If I were a bit slow he’d pull on the lead. I wasn’t too fast even though I really did need to pee. I didn’t know if I needed to poop since the plug made me feel like I always did but this was a good time to get their cum out of me from the night before so I figured I’d give it a try. Also, I figured if I could learn to poop once a day it would be a plus.

From that day forward I would be taken out and I had to learn that instead of standing by the bathroom squirming I was to be at the door on my knees at specified times and wait or when a man decided to take me out for a walk.

It was always embarrassing for me to kneel down and then have the leash clipped to my collar. Even worse was for me to be taken outside and have to sniff around to find the right place to go. That was mortifying. In time I was taught to sniff trees and find the fresh man pee scent and that’s where I was to do my ‘business’.

They began playing wilder games with me especially after this one man had me crawl into the bathroom with him. He pulled down his pants and underpants in one motion and sat on the toilet. Grabbing my hair he pulled
me in closer to him saying, “Suck my cock while I take a shit.”

Most of the men were fairly mild but this one and another weren’t. They were very dominating.

This particular man had a mean streak. I had fresh red lipstick on and had finished doing my nails and spritzed some perfume. His fingers combed through my hair and played a bit with my earlobes and the looped earrings I was wearing.

“Ahhhhhhhh,” I heard him utter as his cock started to harden a bit and a little squirt of pee shot against my tonsil. Then there was a cacophony of farting followed by stink, a sigh and the first plop. I wanted to vomit but his cock was in my mouth and his hands wrapped around the back of my head holding me in place.

He fucked my face as his shit plopped down into the toilet. The smell was revolting. Once a bit of toilet water splashed up hitting my chin. Finally he shot his load into the back of my mouth pulled my head away.

“Open your mouth and show me,” he said with a mocking voice.

I didn’t look at him but kept my eyes focused on his cock since that’s what I’ve been taught but I knew he was looking at his dick snot on my tongue. I have learned men don’t shoot the same amount of spunk. Some of the men are more liquid then spunk. Some drop a big load and others not so much.

But as bad as the smell was at first after awhile his poop smell faded and the taste of his spunk took over.

“Swallow girl,” he instructed.

As I swallowed I felt his slime passing from my tongue over my tonsils and falling over the back of my throat.

“Was it good?”

“Yes Sir,” I answered politely.

He pulled the toilet paper to wipe his ass several times and then the roll was empty.

“Girl, there’s not enough toilet paper. Isn’t maintaining this bathroom your job?”

“Yes Sir,” I replied.

“Well then I guess your tongue will have to be the extra toilet paper I need. Isn’t that right?”

My eyes opened wide like a deer in the headlights. I didn’t answer. I was so sickened.

“First for being insolent and not answering I’m going to give you a spanking later. Second, answer me,” he said with a very authoritative voice.

Almost crying I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Are you answering that your tongue is a wet wipe bitch?”

“Yes Sir,” I answered with my least assured and most diminutive voice.

He got up; all three hundred pounds of fat with gray and black body hair and turned around with his ass in my ass.

“Now clean my asshole and make sure you do a great job or I’ll have you eat my shit in the toilet.”

The next minutes were disgusting as I licked his bum. At lease the toilet paper had run out after he had wiped pretty clean. I didn’t know that when I began licking but still it was a vomit inducing moment.

“Don’t you dare vomit girl or you’ll lick that up too,” he said.

I held back the choke in me. He reached back and grabbed my head pulling me into his ass. “Lick in the hole.”

Finally it was over and we exited the bathroom. A few of the men were hanging around.

One of them was looking at me and asked, “Hey is that shit on your nose?”

Mortified I answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Well, when I ran out of toilet paper she offered to let me use her tongue. You might say she’s a ‘wet wipe.’ And I think she enjoyed it,” the man said.

Turning towards me he rhetorically asked, “Did you?”

He knew my only answer could be, “Yes Sir.”

One of the other men said we should make a “Call the Wet Wipe Girl” sign and hang it in the bathroom.

“Go wash your face and show me a curtsy before you leave.”

I curtsied and said, “Thank You,” and went to the sink in the kitchen to wipe his poop off with tears falling down my cheek. I had sunk so low since I had gone on my vacation.

Chapter Six: Sinking Deeper Into Depravity

After that incident humiliation became a part of the program. One morning I was standing in the kitchen when one of the men came in. He had me turn around facing him and lift my skirt. He unzipped his fly and told me not to move or utter a sound.

And then he started peeing. His urine splattered on my ‘clit’ as he called it and the warm pee soaked my panty liner and cascaded down on the floor. When he was done he had me lower my skirt and wait there.

While I stood there I thought about how many times I had cum in my panties when one of the men rubbed me there or that I could make myself cum while being spanked. Who was I? What had I become? Between being sickened by what was done to me I had also become aroused by command.

Five minutes later two of the men came into the kitchen. They looked at the puddle and then me.

“Lift your skirt girl,” one of the men instructed.

I did as I was told and also answered, “Yes Sir.”

“Look at that, she peed herself,” the other said and then asked me if I had as I lifted my skirt and he also said, “Her panties are dark yellow stained.”

This all led to what happened two nights ago.

“Come here,” he said.

I walked into his room wearing exactly what I had been instructed with my hair curled, falling over my shoulders. The matching black bra and panties were scant and lacy. The demi-bra was wired underneath. The panties were regular cut with sheer see through lace in the derriere and above my small pubic hair patch. I imagined the butt plug I was wearing could be seen but I didn’t know since it was black and like the others the plastic T part was thin so it would fit like a thong. Happily this plug was not as big as the others so it was more comfortable in my ass.

The gold belly ring with cubic zirconium diamond matched the diamond pendant necklace and diamond stud earrings. My eyes had just a bit of sea green eye shadow to illuminate my green eyes and the mascara was lightly applied. The lipstick I had been instructed to wear was the same pink as all 20 of my nails and I knew I had used too much of the Channel perfume but there wasn’t much I could do about it.

Standing there in my 4 inch black strappy heels I must have been 5’9″ but I still paled in size next to him. Like the other men he was big in all ways.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

Turning slowly I could feel his eyes burning through my skin as hot as my ass felt after a spanking. The first thing I felt was his tobacco breath swirling over my shoulder and wispy through my hair. Then I felt his arms and presence as he lowered a black silk cloth over my head ending up over my eyes and blocking out the light. Now everything was black from my outfit to my sight.

“Follow me,” he said taking my hand and leading me out of the room towards the living room. Finally we stopped somewhere in the room.

“Lower your panties girl,” he said.

As I lowered them I heard the men whistling approval though I couldn’t see a thing I also felt their eyes upon me.

“Now behind you is a special butt plug. Take the plug you have in your ass out and then find the dildo and sit down on it,” he instructed in almost a monotone.

I took the plug out with my right hand and reached back to find this other plug. He helped me by moving my upper arm until I felt it. It was well lubricated and it was connected to something. Slowly I began to sit on it letting the tip find my asshole and lowering myself at the same time. It wasn’t too long since the hilt was against my hole. It was a less bulbous plug. As I sat back my legs were a little raised from my ass and I felt I was sitting on porcelain. It was like sitting on the toilet without a toilet seat except for my thighs fit in some sort of form fitting porcelain and it had that cold feeling as I first sat back.

“Drop your plug and bring your upper arms back along your side,” he continued.

My arms came back and he helped me get the middle of my upper arms in some kind of handcuffs for them. There were many sensations running through my body but the next thing I felt was myself being raised until my feet could only touch the floor by leaning my toes forward. I couldn’t steady myself. I was supported by what I was sitting in.

His hands came up to my head and undid the blindfold. I was sitting in a custom-made urinal. A chain with a handle hung down just above my right hand like the flush device on an old toilet.

“I made that in my shop,” one of the men said as others congratulated him on this human urinal.

The men were drinking beer and putting on a DVD. I heard the TV say something about “Footballs greatest moments,” when I heard his voice in front of me.

“Now girl, tonight you will be our toilet and here are your instructions,” he said. “When a man comes up you are to unzip him and take his penis out if he’s standing there waiting. Otherwise he will have handled that already. Then you will let go of his penis, unless he instructs otherwise. When he is done and says, “Flush,” you will pull the flush cord and then let it go. You will have the pleasure of the urine in the bowl emptying through the dildo into you. Thanks to an electric pump and a bit of engineering you will feel the urine as a very strong stream. If he wants to piss in your mouth you will accommodate him and you will also swallow what’s in your mouth and when he is done. Then you’ll either shake his cock or lick the head and after you put it back in his pants, zip him up you’ll say. He waited for me to answer

“Thank You Sir,” I answered.

Fear, repulsion and the fact of my submission over the weeks crashed around in my brain when he finished his instructions. Then he asked if I understood the instructions. Obediently but miserable I answered in the same docile feminine way as I had been taught.

“Yes Sir, ” I said through my pink pouted lips.

The position I was in gave me a view of all the men but not the television. I could see them as they drank beer and watched TV. Time passed and the empty bottles began to accumulate.

One of the men got up and said, “I’ve got to take a wicked leak.” The other men either ignored him or laughed as he walked over towards me with his hands on his balls. He was wearing a stained white t-shit. The kind with no sleeves and a pair of camouflage pants and his head had one of those military cut haircuts.

There he was, standing right in front of me. Well his crotch was there in front of me since the urinal was lower. It was just a tad higher then the height of a child’s urinal setting my mouth at cock level He leaned in a bit and I knew what was expected of me. My pink fingernails reached forward and my fingers held his pants as the other pulled his zipper down. He was wearing the dreaded dull white with some yellow stained briefs.

Reaching into the slit on his underpants my fingers touched his cock head and I heard him above saying, “Hurry up girl I have to piss.” I wanted to cry but I seemed to do a lot of that lately.

His cock finally poked out. He was uncut and had a lot pubic hairs. With his prick in my face and I could smell his musty odor of his manhood. I let go of his cock as instructed and he reached down and he took it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Do I have to remind you to open your mouth wide,” he said grinning. “And keep your eyes open and looking at every cock you see tonight.”

As my pink painted lips parted I thought back to just the other day when the idea of pee entered into this wild journey. That time in the kitchen. My eyes focused on his cock. It was small and shriveled. The way a cock looks most of the time. He held the head about three inches from my mouth and shook his cock just a bit.

Suddenly, a dribble, not a spurt came out of his pee hole and sprinkled down landing on my little landing strip over my penis. I could feel the wet warmth against me and again I thought back to the time one of the men peed on my panties as I stood in the kitchen.

It was just a couple of days ago. I was cleaning up the kitchen early one morning when one of the men came in. I was wearing a summer frock, green with yellow daffodils. He had me turn towards him and he was wearing just a shirt. No underwear.

“Lift your skirt and look me in the eyes girl,” he said.

Frightened, as always, I lifted my skirt.

“No matter what happens keep your eyes on mine and don’t move,” he commanded.

I looked directly at him.

“Oh, what nice white panties,” he said. “Too bad they don’t match your dress.”

Then I felt a warm flow hit my crotch. He was peeing on my crotch. He kept peeing and peeing. His urine flowing over my dick and then splattering against my legs as it slowly fell to the floor making a puddle around my bare feet.

“Now your panties are the color of your daffodils and your pussy has been properly watered,” he laughed.

When he finished he instructed me to let my skirt drop down and for me to stand there like that until one of the other men dismissed me.

He shook his cock a bit more and some pee landed on my face. I could see two other men standing behind him. One was urging him saying ‘Hurry up, I’ve got to piss real bad.” Then a little more pee dribbled out with most
of it landing on my lip and chin dripping down onto my bra soaking it and wetting my nipples.

A moment later he peed enough to fill half my mouth and shook is cock putting in back in his pants, zipping up and saying, “Damn this enlarged prostate. I’ll probably have to piss every fifteen minutes. The other men
laughed.

“Swallow girl,” he said and I gagged as his piss passed over my tonsils and into my tummy.

The next man already had his cock out and just started peeing all over me. I felt the bowl under my ass start to warm and the urine started to fill up over my balls. When he was done he had my lick his cockhead. Then
he had me look into his eyes. I’m sure my eyes betrayed my humiliation as I reached out and pulled the chain. The sound of a toilet flushing emanated from a speaker under my ass as the silent motor whirred and a flood of pee shot up the dildo into my ass as if someone was peeing right up there.

My legs instinctively tried to close to stop the warm pee. I felt his piss in the bowl emptying knowing it was going up inside me and then it was done. He looked at me waiting.

“Thank You Sir,” my pink lips pouted.

Several of the men commented on how much they liked the sound of a toilet flushing.

After a couple of more men peeing into my mouth my swallowing as well as the bowl being spurted into me made my stomach distended.

“I think our toilet needs to be emptied,” one of the men said.

“Go outside and find a place to squat like the little girl you are and empty our toilet,” one of the men instructed.

So, I was allowed to get up and because I was trained to take small steps I waddled toward the door my ass swaying and inside feeling like a wave of piss was swishing back and forth.

Before I got there one of the men had me stop and do a little extra wiggling. I know it didn’t really slosh inside me but I felt like it was. It seems the men liked this extra maneuver and it was added to all my ‘toilet’ walks.

When I got outside a few of the men had come to the door one of them instructed me to squat facing the door and smile? He also told me I should try to make both my holes pee and not to simply flush it all out in a rush.

“Try to make it come out slowly,” he said.

I had to lower my panties (I was told to pull them up before I walked out), squat, smile and then both my holes (penis and ass) started to drain. The pee did squirt out of me like a girl. I hadn’t been allowed to touch my penis since the first week.

Then I would walk ‘ladylike’ with the men in my view back to the device, sitting down on the dildo until I was full again. From the bottles on the table I must have had at least 30 bottles peed into my two holes and I had
to empty myself more 10 times.

It was quite embarrassing when I was outside squatting and the man urine was shooting out of my two holes as some of the men laughed watching me. Once I even threw up at the same time.

It all came to an end at a point where I was the most full of pee during the evening. I just wanted to go out and empty myself but instead I was let up, given a clean pair of panties to put on and a very short schoolgirl skirt with a white blouse. “Ok Missy it’s time for you to get back to your household duties,” Sir said. “Clean up this whole place and when you are  all done come report to me.”

“Yes Sir,” I answered but wanting to ask permission to go empty myself.

During the next 30 minutes I cleared the empty beer bottles thinking how they had gone from bottle to me. Various men asked me questions to which I could only answer with one of the two phrases I’m allowed.

“Did you enjoy my piss in your tummy?” “Yes Sir.”

“Would you like us to play this game every night?” “Yes Sir.”

“Was being a ‘toilet girl’ a dream you had when you were a little girl?” “Yes Sir.”

This went on until all the bottles were cleared and the table wiped off. I was trying so hard not to pee myself or accidentally drip from my ass.

Just when I thought I was done and could go to the bathroom the first man beckoned me to him. I waddled over my bowels sloshing with man pee and wanting to let it out. It was so hard for me to curtsy.

“You’ve been a bad girl, haven’t you?” he asked.

By this time in my training I knew I’d probably get a spanking and began to bend over.

“But, for being a good toilet I am going to let you have an orgasm while I spank you. After that you may waddle your piss filled ass-urinal outside and empty yourself.

“Thank you Sir,” I answered with my eyes nearly about to tear up since I knew I’d be crying soon. I was just hoping I wouldn’t have an accident.

As I lowered my panties he commented on how I smelled like a urinal too. The men next to him joked about how I may need one of those urinal deodorizer sticks in me.

Then the first SLAP..hitting me like Dick did. His hand was also large and the slap burned my ass and jiggled my cheek.

“Guys, she sounds like a half filled bottle of piss sloshing around as I spank her,” the man said.

I was mortified. I wondered could he really hear it or was he just joking but before I could really ponder it he had me rubbing my pussy as his hand got into motion.

But I was sure I could feel their ‘piss sloshing in me.’

Ten minutes later I was crying profusely and had had shot my little white load into the crotch of my pissy panties. I was so embarrassed.

And with the proper, “Thank You” and curtsy I was allowed to wiggle my way outside and empty myself.

That night I was told I was to sleep in my stinky bra and panties.

A few days later this night created a new nightmare. Most of the men wanted me to suck their dicks. And most of those didn’t get really very hard. Only a few wanted to watch my ass squirm on their cocks. Also, I was surprised more then half the men weren’t circumcised. It’s really odd licking a cock head and watching it grown out of its sheath.

Anyhow, the guy who had peed on my panties and started all this was both kinky and liked to ass fuck me.

One morning he was up early and I was wiping the coffee table in the living room when he came in sporting an erection. He had me stay bent over and then squirted some silicone lube in my hole and rubbing some on his cock.

For the next ten minutes he pounded my ass and then his cum oozed into me but instead of pulling out he said he had a morning surprise for me and started peeing up my chute. It seemed me peed longer then he fucked.

“Ah, nothing like a good piss in the morning. Did you like that toilet girl?” he asked.

“Yes Sir,” I replied like I had too but didn’t want to.

“Good,” he said, “from now on you can have my piss hard-on every morning?

“Thank You Sir,” I answered as he pulled out. Then he smacked me on my ass and sent me to clean the kitchen. I could feel his eyes as I walked away. His piss warm and wet inside me with my knowledge I’d be like this every morning from now on. I would never be the same as the day I went camping.

All I could hear myself say to myself is, “Don’t Go Into the Woods.”

(To be continued – perhaps)

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Krissy’s Note: Here is part two of the ongoing feminization of Vivian at the hands of his Mother. Part One of this story really struck a chord with me even though my own experiences were completely different. Still… pretty hot and it sounds as if things are about to heat up even more in Part Three!

Still sitting beside Vivian, his mother put the catalogue down and shuffled closer so he could feel the warmth of her thigh against him. She took hold of his right hand, brought it to her lips and kissed it.

“Can you do it left-handed?” she said, squeezing his fingers affectionately.

“Mum, I am left-handed.”

She giggled. “Silly me… so you are.” Her cheeks were glowing bright pink.

She guided Vivian’s hand down to her knee and flattened his palm on it. The feel of the black stockings quickened his pulse. He could feel his willpower ebbing. An urge to display himself obscenely in front of
his mother began to take over. His left hand started caressing his erection.

“Good boy,” she said. “Do you like my lovely stockings?”

Vivian nodded, exposing more of himself to her.

“Mmm… very nice… What a big boy you are. I never realised. Goodness! I’m sure you can’t wait to show your mummy just how far you’re able to fire your glorious pink cannon.”

Vivian’s left hand pistoned faster. She guided his other hand up under her skirt. She scented victory… he was nothing more than putty in her hands now.

“Isn’t this sweet?” she said, “so cosy, naughty and nice. Mummy has her very own boy to play with and sissify. And one day, when you’re fully trained, Mummy will be able to share you. You wouldn‟t mind her sharing, would you? You’re going to be so beautiful for her and her friends. Soon you‟re going to show everyone just how good you can be.”

Vivian closed his eyes, as if the reality of the scene was too much for him to take in.

“No Vivian, you must keep your eyes open. I don’t want you to miss a thing.”

His eyes came open and immediately rolled back in ecstasy. He rubbed himself faster.

“Look at me and concentrate, or I might have to smack you. Think how much you love me and how much I love you. Enjoy the feel of my lovely, sexy clothes. I think you‟d do anything for me, absolutely anything…wouldn’t you? Look at me.” She pinched the skin of his hand.

Vivian nodded. His eyes were black with lust and he looked at her.

“So come on then… do it for Mummy. Oh yes, show me more, pretty baby.”

He did.

“We’re going to have such a lovely time together. I think I can make a very pretty baby girl out of you.”

This much was true. Vivian’s mother would not have to work very hard to make him into a pretty girl. He was already a good-looking boy with a slender, almost feline frame, soft and virtually hairless; and he would be completely hairless when his mother had finished with him.

She glanced between Vivian’s legs. Her son‟s brazen vigour excited her. No inhibitions now. His energy came through to her full force. She felt hot and prickly, her panties sticking to her.

“Cum for mummy, little baby. Let her see you make lots of white cum-cum!”

She artfully guided his hand round to her inner thigh where it was warm and humid. She eased her legs apart, positioned his hand higher, and then closed her soft thighs around his hand.

“I know you love what I’m doing to you and I know you want more. I don’t think I’ll have to try very hard to make you into a sissy-boy, will I? Very soon I’m going to put you in a nice frock and do your hair, make your face up. You already have the features – soft, pouting lips, the long curling eyelashes… so, so natural. You’ll make such a delightful little girl. Oh, yes, yes, yes…”

She eased her thighs again and moved his hand up as far as the tops of her stockings where the gauzy nylon ended and the tender white flesh began, the contrast in sensation was maddening to him. She guided his fingers over the bobble-catch of her suspenders, encouraging him to play with it. He rubbed feverishly now. She watched him gulp air and knew she had made her mark… she had infected and corrupted him. His face was full of hot young, slightly tainted blood now, as was his cock which was contained in a blur of fury inside his fist. He was ready to explode.

“Yes, Vivian, I think you’ll very much enjoy Mummy dressing you in silk panties and a nice printed frock. And just imagine being put into stockings and suspenders… ooh-la-la! Feel the elasticated straps of your girdle cutting into your skin. Do you know something..? I’d just adore lacing you really tightly in a boned Victorian corset, nice and stiff and restrictive. It will ensure perfect deportment.”

“Uggh, uggh, agghh…”

And suddenly a short looping arc of clear liquid erupted from the tip of Vivian’s cock followed by around half-a-dozen dainty spurts – spitspit- spit! A few errant drops splashed and settled onto his mother’s knee.

“Bravo! Oh my lovely sissy-boy; what a lot you’ve made for Mummy… and just look how far your cannon has shot. Well done… well done, I love you so much!”

In fact, it wasn’t a great amount, what one might call an immature ejaculation, watery and transparent, but commendable all the same. He was after all, only fifteen and still maturing. She had just seen her lovely sissy-boy shoot sperm for the first time. The main thing now was to comfort him and make him feel good about himself. Reinforce him by reward and tenderness. She instinctively knew that immediately after an orgasm a man (or boy)
could feel fragile with remorse and regret, especially when unexpectedly coerced into a lewd act by another person, especially a mother, so she pulled her son to her and hugged him into her bosom, reassuring him.

She was tender and maternal for him, whispering endearments and kissing his sweat-matted hair, restoring him. Vivian could feel the hard points of her warm breasts poking through her skimpy top, gently denting the side of his face. He began to feel a delicious melting calm take hold.

“One of these days you‟ll be able to make nice thick white cream for your mummy… and her friends. I’ll be so proud of you… and so will they.”

***

Vivian stood in the shower in a daze, the hot stinging water pinging off his back. The faint, insipid aftertaste of his own ejaculate still lingered on his tongue. There had been nothing to it really. He had heard stories of cum-swallowing from older boys, how it could burn the back of your throat and make you gag. Had they been lying to him?

His mother had insisted that it was only gentlemanly and polite to lick her clean of the little wet bits on her knee… and of course she had reminded him it was a sissy-boy’s duty to clean up any residue.

“You’ll need to get used to the taste, anyway. A good sissy has to learn how to guzzle lots and lots and lots of warm, creamy cum.”

Strange how his mother was talking so brazenly in these ribald terms all of a sudden, as if a change had come over her. Vivian soaped his cock and balls while thinking about what she had said. Had she meant ‘guzzle’ his own cum, or the sperm of another male or sissy-boy? His own ribald thinking and the smooth slippery soap over his genitals brought him to a full erection again. The sound of his mother’s voice called out from the bedroom:

“I’ve laid out some of my clothes for you, Vivian. I want you to try a few things on for size. It will give me some idea what to order for your birthday present. I would think we‟re very similar actually. Make sure you’re nice and clean, won‟t you, and don‟t make me wait too long.”

His heart beat rapidly in anticipation of what awaited him in his mother’s bedroom. He was very tempted to masturbate again at the prospect. Perhaps he could hit the wall over the taps this time, watch the goo slither down the shiny blue tiles like uncooked egg-white? Suddenly his mother was at the door.

“I was wondering if you needed a hand… you seemed to be taking a long time…” And then she saw the steamy-outline through the screen of what he was doing. “Naughty girl, I’ve told you before… not in the bath. Isn’t once a day enough for you? I can see I‟m going to have to start smacking your little bottom for such naughtiness, young lady. Now hurry up and get dried. I‟m beginning to get fed up waiting for you. And you’ve still got your homework to do.”

For the first time that evening a sense of impatience and irritation had crept into her voice. She opened her bedside drawer and considered two of the items inside – an old, plastic ruler and a thin, gold-buckled leather belt.

“Hurry up, Mummy’s getting impatient.”

Her voice was soft and distracted, as if it was caught inside her head and speaking to her alone. She felt dreamy and strange. Her demand went unheard by her son.

She stepped before the full-length mirror, feet apart and chest thrust out in a stance that symbolised authority and power. She admired herself, running the slim leather thong through her fingers. A thin smile played across her scarlet-painted lips.

(…more to cum in Part Three…)

The Author of Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered: Part Two
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