Transvestite

Fantasy

Explicit powers Chapter 3

Sorry for the long wait. Please read chapters 1 and 2 to fully understand whats going on. Please constructive critisim only. Resuming from chapter 2

Fantasy

The Walk

Ok, so this is a bit of a long intro to the story, and bit romantic and flowery? But its my fantasy so bear with me!

Fantasy

While Parents Are Away The Kids Will Play

My name is Erin. I”m 5″5, 115lbs, shoulder length dark hair, toned body from playing lacrosse and 38b breasts. I live with my parents and my older brother Billy. He is about 5″10, 180lbs, brown hair, played sports in high school so he”s got a pretty good body. We are pretty close in age and have a lot of the same interests so even though we are siblings, we consider each other close friends also. Billy has a girlfriend named Kelly that comes around quite often. She”s quite the looker at 5″1, 105lbs, medium length blondish hair, skinny but with a pair of big 36C breasts. I”ve never been attracted to girls but there was something different about Kelly that made her different from any other girl I”ve ever met. I often caught myself checking her out and have even day dreamed about a possible lesbian expiermentation with her.
The story begins one spring day at my house. My parents had left for a business convention and would be back in a few days, leaving the house to me, Billy and by default Kelly seeing as she would be over the entire time they were gone. I was in my room in the basement, bored out of my mind so I was just gonna go to the park and shoot a ball around but unfortunately Kelly parked behind me so I had to ask her to move it. I walk upstairs and don”t see her or my brother in the family room so I assumed they were in his room. I walked over and opened the door. The door was almost closed but I assumed if they were fooling around, they would have made sure the door was closed. How wrong I was. I walked in and instantly saw Billy and Kelly naked on his bed. They both stared at me with a look of shock on their face. I blushed and apologized and then my jaw dropped. Thats when I saw it. Between Kelly”s legs was a rock hard 8 inch cock.
I couldnt believe what I was seeing. A cock and balls, covered in a big, thick bush of black hair covering her genitals and expanding outward from the base of the cock. I finally figured out what made her so different from the other girls. She wasn”t one.
“”I can explain!”” Billy said. “”just shut the door””
In a state of shock I closed the door. As I was turning around Billy was trying to put his boxers back on and I could see his cock, just as big and hairy as his girlfriend”s.
“”Kelly is a male to female pre-op transvestite. She has been taking hormone supplements which is why she has those big tits and look like a complete natural woman minus the fact she has a cock. I had been interested in trannys for a while so I posted an ad looking for one and Kelly responded. It was supposed to be a one time thing but she”s just so beautiful and seductive that I fell in love and we started dating.””
I couldn”t believe what I was hearing. I never would have guessed that my brother would be into this and I definitely never would have imagined in a million years that Kelly was hiding a penis. I couldn”t take my eyes off it. It was so big, thick and hairy. Nothing I”d ever seen before.
“”well I mean whatever makes you guys happy. I”ll keep your secret.”” I said with my eyes still fixated on Kelly”s body. Looking at her soft, freckled face, her flowing dyed blonde hair, moving down to her plump boobs, her big dark pink nipples, her flat stomach before my eyes settled on that cock of hers.
It must have been noticeable that I was staring at it because Kelly spoke up.
“”mmmmm you like this Erin? Wanna touch?”” she said as she slowly stroked herself.
I thought about it for a minute and decided to let my curiousity take over me. I looked back at my brother for approval and his face had a look of intrigue. He was imagining his little sister and his hot tranny girlfriend together. I took his silence and facial expression as a yes so I smiled at Kelly as I put my hand around her cock and began to stroke slowly. My other hand was running my fingers through her thick bush. I myself am quite the fan of bush and have spent many hours running my fingers through my own thick, dark mess but this was unreal. Kelly looked at me as I stroked her and moaned softly. I smiled back at her and stroked a bit faster.
Billy, watching his little sister stroke his girlfriend, slid his boxers off and began stroking his own penis. Kelly”s and Billy”s soft moans filled the room. I could see him in the mirror, his hand sliding up and down his big, cut cock. I started to get more and more turned on by this with each passing second. Stroking my brother”s she-male girlfriend while he”s behind me on the bed, stroking his own cock. It was surreal and felt surprisingly right and comfortable.
I leaned down and gave Kelly a kiss on the lips. She closed her eyes and pressed her lips against mine. I pulled back when she put her hand on my face and says to me “Don”t think that a little peck is going to be acceptable Erin.” She grinned and pulled me back down. Her lips pressed up against mine as I opened my mouth to let her tongue in and to let mine out. We began to kiss passionately. Our tongues intertwined. I moved my non-stroking hand up from her crotch to her breasts where I began messaging them. I wasn”t sure if this counted as a lesbian encounter and quite honestly did not care. I was enjoying this a lot more then I could have ever dreamed of.
“I can”t take this anymore. I”m joining in.” Billy said. He moved from the end of the bed to right next to us, kissing Kelly”s neck while he massaged the breast that I wasn”t. Kelly began to moan in my mouth as we kissed. I broke the kiss and took off my tank top and unhooked my bra, deciding that topless was the best way to go. Kelly and Billy began to kiss as I did this so I took his place and kissed her neck. Kelly began running her hand on my body as her other hand began to stroke Billy. Her soft, delicate hands sliding up and down his cock, I couldn”t help but sneak some looks at his member.
Kelly broke her kiss with Billy. “Now you two” she said as she looked at us. I hesistated for a second before giving in and passionately kissing my brother. Our tongues twisting together. Our bodies getting closer and closer together. I reached over and ran my fingers over his balls while I continued to stroke Kelly. Kelly giggled sensually as she watched brother and sister make out and enjoy our incestous lust.
I decided that I wanted to take this further. I had already gone way past normal limits. I”m stroking a transvestite while making out with my own brother and fondling his balls in my hand. I broke my kiss with my brother and readjusted myself. I had a grin on my face that just let them know I was up to something.
“You ready to get your dick sucked Kelly?” I asked.
“o fuck more then ever!” she responded back excitedly.
I leaned down and put my lips right around the tip of her cock, gently kissing it and sucking the tip. I moved slowly down the shaft, savoring the taste of every inch of her. Kelly began moaning and running her fingers through my hair while simultaneously guiding my head up and down her cock. With each stroke I would go further down until I was able to deep throat all of her penis in my mouth. I could smell her natural must trapped in her thic pubic hair. The scent filled my nostrils and just filled me with more desire.
Billy watched as his little sister took all of his girlfriends cock in her mouth and pleasured her. He stood up and got behind me. He pulled down my shorts, exposing my own thick bush.
“mmmmmm like brother like sister” he said as he leaned in and took a sniff before diving into my bush and probing around with his tongue. I instantly was overwhelmed with pleasure as I began moaning as I sucked Kelly”s dick. My brother”s tongue felt around, tracing my lips, teasing me for a minute before he went all in. He grabbed my ass and dove right in, flailing his tongue at my pussy. His tongue pulsating around my clit. I had never been ate out this good. I began sucking Kelly faster, both of us moaning loudly, filling the room.
“oooooooooooooo fuuuuuuck!!!!!!” Kelly screamed as I gave her the last couple strokes before she unleashed a load of cum in my mouth. I tried to swallow as much cum as possible but her load was just to much and it started to drip out, covering my lips, chin and dripping down to my breasts. Kelly grabbed my face and we began kissing, swapping her cum between our mouths. Billy was still behind me, licking my pussy. By this time he was sliding two fingers in and out. My moans were growing louder and louder. I moved my mouth from hers and kissed her body until I reached her breasts. I sucked on her nipples and played with her breasts, trying everything to distract myself from the extreme pleasure my brother was giving me. Trying to hold out from cumming just yet. His tongue swirled around my clit, knowing all the right spots. My body began to shudder as I knew what was going to happen soon.
“I”m going to cum soon!” I yelled. Billy began fingering and licking faster until I just started gushing out cum all over his lips and mouth. I let out the loudest, longest moan of my life as I eventually just collapsed onto Kelly out sheer exhaustion from having my pussy played with that just seemed out of this world.

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Fantasy

Late Night In The Office

It was early spring in London, England. The sky was clear and sunny but there was a cool breeze coming off of the river Thames that caressed Mica’s bare long, slender legs as she stepped out of her sports sedan.
“Oh bugger, why in the world did I wear such a short dress today!” she said, cursing the unseasonable cold day while at the same time trying to hold the hem of her skirt from rising up her legs further then it already had.
Mica Doren started working for Thames Incorporated as a professional administration specialist right after she graduated from a local university, but back then she was known for a different name, a more masculine name, but that was a long time ago.
Throughout her early life, Mica didn’t feel right about her physical appearance and while at university she began to change herself. First it was with clothes, then make-up. Mica began to shave her body, of what little hair she had, and grew her blond hair long and styled it according to the female fashions of the day. Eventually she had small cosmetic surgeries to give her more of a lady like appearance.
Now, at 49, Mica was truly a stunning woman. She had small but pert breasts. Legs that any model would kill for, hips the swayed while she walked, with a slim waist and a sexy smile that would stop men in their tracks. The only thing she didn’t change was what was between her legs.
Although she felt more female than male, the idea of removing her penis felt wrong for Mica. She enjoyed having it there. Mica loved how it felt in silky panties and how it felt as it ejaculated when she was with someone, be it a strong man or a sexy woman.
As for Mica’s career, it changed more and more as she transformed into the woman she was today. She went from a lonely professional administration specialist to the executive specialist of Thames Incorporated, where she became the “right hand man” for the C.E.O., Mr. Thompson.
She loved working for Mr. Thompson, An older gentleman that knew about her past. To be honest, everyone knew about Mica’s past and no one seemed to care. As for Mr. Thompson and everyone else, Mica was a competent professional and a good person, so, for them, what was between her legs was irrelevant.
For Mica, she knew that today was going to be a long day. Mr. Thompson was meeting a gentleman from the United States about expanding the business into America and he was going to need Mica to provide all of the numbers and plans to the “yank”.
Mica had gone through these meetings before, and they were always tedious. Normally it was either some old fat man that blathered on about why they should use their organization, or it would be a big breasted tart that tried to use her overt sexuality to convince Mr. Thompson to sign on with them. But this time it was different than before.
After Mica unlocked her office and turned on her computer, she went over to her coffee station and poured herself a strong black coffee. Before she could return to her desk her cell phone rang.
Looking at the display screen on her phone she saw it was Mr. Thompson’s number. She pressed the answer button and said, “Yes Mr. Thompson.”
“Mica, are you in yet?” he asked.
“Yes Mr. Thompson, I’m at my desk and about to pull up the data you requested for your meeting with the yank.” Mica could her that something was a mist in his voice then asked, “Is everything okay?”
There was a bit of a pause in his response but, in a ‘stiff upper lip’ tone he replied. “No Mica, it’s not.”
“What’s the matter?” Mica inquired.
She heard a slight quiver in Mr. Thompson’s voice. “My mother passed last night.”
Mica felt a wave of sadness wash over her. “Oh Mr. Thompson, is there anything I can do for you?”
“Yes,” Mr. Thompson replied. “I need you to work with Mr. MacDuff and give him what he needs.”
Mica stammered, “Me? But I’m just your secretary! I wouldn’t know…”
Mr. Thompson interrupted and said, “Mica, you’re more than my secretary! You know more about this bl**dy business than I do, hell,” Mr. Thompson paused then said, “You run this company more than I do.”
“Well if you think it would be best,” Mica said.
“I do,” Mr. Thompson replied. “Mica, I have the upmost faith in you otherwise I would haven’t asked you to do this for me.” Mica went over a few notes with Mr. Thompson then hung her phone up.
Later in the day, Mica’s desk clocked chimed, letting her know that it was 1 P.M. and her meeting with Mr. MacDuff was in about an hour. She gathered up her note pad and computer and went to the large conference room that was located in the building she worked in.
When she got to the conference room, Mica immediately set up her computer so she could show the company’s figures onto the large digital screen that was hung neatly against the wall.
So busy with the task at hand, Mica didn’t hear Mr. MacDuff enter the room. “Excuse me,” he said with a deep and powerful voice, which had a slight western twang to it. “Is this the place I’m to meet with Mr. Thompson?”
Mica looked up from her laptop and felt her heart skip a beat. There before her was a large, powerful looking man. To Mica he stood much taller than her 5’9” frame. She had to guess that he was 6’3” to 6’4” tall. He was broad in the chest and even through the tailored suit he had on, she could tell his arms were large and muscular. His waist was narrow, his legs were long and his hair had just a hint of gray in his otherwise brown hair. Mr. MacDuff looked like he was in his early thirties, later she found out he was actually a year younger than her at 48. But what really caught Mica by surprise were his eyes. They were steel gray in color and had an intense look to them, as if they could see inside of her. That look both scared and excited her.
“Ma’am?” the strange man asked. “Is this the right place?”
Mica shook her head to snap herself back to the present. “Yes this is the place but Mr. Thompson wouldn’t be able to attend this meeting.” She said. “He had a death in the f****y but he sent me to handle the transactions at hand. So I am to assume that you’re Mr. MacDuff then?”
“Please, call me William.” He said. “Mr. Macduff is my farther.”
Mica smiled and replied; “Okay William, I’m Ms. Mica Doren, and I’m here to assist you for the next few weeks.”
“Ms. You say?” William asked.
Mica nodded to confirm.
“Well I think this trip became a whole lot more interesting.”
Normally Mica would have taken a little offense by that kind of comment but this time it was different. This time she found the idea of William being interested in her marital status arousing.
For the next couple of weeks, Mica and William worked on spreadsheets, numbers and several legal issues so the two companies could work together. During that time Mica learned that William was a former Seal team member and specialized in intelligence. Mica also learned that William was also single and he was far more intelligent that he already appeared to be. She also learned that she liked the smell of William’s cologne, the way his tailored shirt fit around his chest and how it tapered down to his narrow waist. Even, when she thought when William wasn’t looking and she could take a glance, the way the bulge in the front of his pants looked.
During those first couple of weeks Mica would get home and try to sl**p but found she couldn’t unless she masturbated while thinking of him. She even found herself wearing more evocative dresses and sensual underwear; even though she knew that nothing would happen between them; but that all changed one late night.
It was a Saturday and the two were alone in the office. Both had been there since 9 A.M. and now it was close to 9 P.M. Mica was sitting at her desk rubbing her eyes with her thumb and index finger, trying to ease the strain.
“Are you okay?” William asked.
Mica looked across the desk to see William looking at her. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit of a headache that’s all.”
“Here, let me help you with that.” William said as he moved from his chair and over to where Mica was sitting.
“No, that isn’t necessary,” Mica said.
Secretly Mica did want William to touch her, caress her. Hell what Mica really wanted is to have William pick her up, lay her on top of the desk and shove his cock deep inside of her. But if she allowed him to touch her she knew that her and her body would give her desire for William away and not knowing how William would react to her hard penis made it very uncomfortable for Mica.
“I insist,” William said as he moved behind the chair Mica was sitting in.
As soon as William’s strong hands touched Mica’s tense shoulders, she forgot all about her concerns and let out a soft moan of delight. She could even feel her cock twitch inside of her silky panties which excited her.
William rubbed Mica’s shoulders for a moment, silently, before he finally spoke. “So, how long have you been living as a woman?”
Mica tensed up from the question. ‘Was William spying on me?’ she thought. ‘Was he going to harm me?’ was the next question that ran through her mind.
“How… How did you know?” Mica asked thinking that after years of work and training that no one could see through her ruse.
William chuckled a little and replied, “What part of Military Intel did you forget about?”
“And it doesn’t bother you?” Mica could feel William’s slowly moved off of her neck and begin to rub her upper chest.
“If it did, I wouldn’t be trying to seduce you.” William replied.
Goosebumps erupted all over Mica’s body. Her midnight masturbation fantasy was becoming a reality. Her breathing became a little shallower and she could feel her cock begin to grow and press itself against the silky material of her panties.
“So… you’re trying… to seduce me?” Mica asked between her breaths. “What makes… you… think… that I… want to be seduced… by you?”
Mica felt William’s hands move further down her chest, stopping when he reached her now hard nipples. She let out a soft moan as William teased her body through the satin blouse and bra she wore, causing more chills to race through her body and making her cock even harder.
“I could tell since the first day we met you wanted me.” William said confidently. “And each day you came in looking a little more tired but not the kind of tired one gets from going out, but the kind of happy tired one gets from some sexual experience, and since you aren’t seeing anyone I deduced you were staying up late fantasizing.”
‘God he’s good’ Mica thought to herself while she began to rub her stocking covered legs against each other, causing her cock to brush harder against her panties.
William continued to speak, “Besides, if you didn’t want me to seduce you; you wouldn’t be unbuttoning your blouse right now.”
Mica looked down her body and realized that William was right. Unknowingly Mica had moved her hands to the buttons of her top and began to open her blouse to expose her floral printed bra to him, allowing William’s fingers better access to her breasts.
“Oh damn,” Mica let out of her mouth in a raspy tone.
Mica didn’t care anymore if William had been spying on her or if was as good at intelligence gathering as he claimed to be. All she wanted at that time was William and his cock inside of her.
So Mica broke free of William’s sensual probing of her chest and turned herself around in the swivel chair she was in until her face was near William’s groin.
Without a word she looked up at William and with both hands she unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his trousers, while William unbuttoned his shirt. With a quick pull of his zipper, William’s pants fell off his muscular body.
Once William’s slacks hit the ground, Mica looked back down to William’s groin and was shocked at what she saw. Before her, even though William’s cock was still covered in his cotton briefs, was the biggest cock she had ever seen.
‘Oh my god!’ she thought to herself while she stroked William’s cock through his underwear. ‘It’s bigger than I had imagined!’ Slowly Mica reached up with her delicate fingers and grabbed the elastic waist band of William’s shorts and pulled them off of his hips.
As soon as the waist band passed below Williams cock, it sprung out almost hitting her in the face. Mica inhaled deeply, taking in the musky smell from William’s groin, then leaned forward, while opening her mouth, and began to let his cock slip past her full lips.
Never before that night, had Mica had a cock that was bigger than William’s. She could feel every vein, every artery pulsate while stretching her lips wider and wider. She could feel the heat radiate from it against the soft skin of her inner cheeks and as for the taste, for Mica, it was divine.
While William’s cock pressed deeper into Mica’s mouth, she could feel his strong hands gently grab onto the side of her head. Then she felt the tip of his cock touch the back of her throat and begin its travel down her neck.
William’s cock being thicker than any other one else’s that Mica had before, stretched the opening to her throat. As William’s cock pushed deeper a strange mixture of pain and delight came over Mica. The first time in many years Mica had to resist the urge of gagging by relaxing the muscles in her neck.
Inch by inch, William’s cock slipped into Mica’s stretched out throat until her nose touched the soft mound of pubic hair of William’s groin.
Mica heard William moan softly and couldn’t help herself become turned on further. So she reached down between her own legs and freed her throbbing cock from their satin prison.
While she let William’s cock slide in and out of her throat, she stroked her own cock, making it harder. Mica could feel her pre-cum ooze out of her and paint her delicate fingers, which she used like a lube so she could enjoy more sensation of her flesh rubbing the tip.
“Oh god….” William moaned. “Your throat feels so fucking good!”
Knowing that William was enjoying her cock sucking, Mica sucked even deeper and harder than she was already doing. Thick gooey spit dribbled off of her chin, which she scooped up with her hand and used it to paint her hard cock with it, and the sounds of her throat making hard, guttural noises began to fill the office they were in.
Within minutes of Mica sucking William’s cock, she could taste the sticky fluid of William’s pre-cum ooze onto her tongue. To her, it was thick and sweet and she tried to suck more of it out of William as hard as she could.
Just as Mica was getting into her cock sucking; letting William’s cock go deep into her throat then pulling it out just enough to feel the bulbous head of it stretch her mouth into an “O” shape, William gasped and pulled it out quickly from her mouth, leaving Mica feeling empty.
“Oh shit!” William moaned out. I don’t want to cum yet!”
“But I want….” Mica began to say but was interrupted by William’s warm, wet tongue entering her mouth.
Mica love kissing and William was fantastic at it. He gently grabbed the side of Mica’s face and pressed his lips against hers. Mica let her tongue slither out of her mouth in to William’s while he softly pulled her up from off the seat she was on.
Now Mica was standing in front of William, still kissing. Her hard cock stood straight out and pushed against the satin fabric that lined the inside of her skirt. The sensation of William’s body mashing into hers and the silky material rubbing against her swollen cock made Mica groan loudly.
“I want you inside of me!” Mica said in a primal tone.
Without any words from William, Mica could feel William’s strong hands slide down her smooth legs and grabbed onto the hem of her skirt. Then she could feel the cool air in the office against her burning hot flesh as William pulled her skirt up to her waist. Then Mica could feel William grab her satin panties and rip them off of her in primal lust.
Normally Mica would have been furious having her expensive panties torn apart, but this time it just made her more excited and she groaned, “Oh fuck yes…”
Before Mica could say or do anything else, William had pushed some paperwork that was resting on the table off onto the floor then he had picked her off the ground and, in an instance, had her on her back against the oak desk.
While William was removing his shoes and slacks, Mica had just enough sense to remember that she kept a small bottle of lube in her purse that was laying next to her head, for those ‘just in case’ moments. So she quickly opened her purse, throwing almost everything that was inside all over the place until she found the small bottle.
By the time she had found the lube, William had already had his hands on Mica’s milky white flesh, just behind and below her knees, and had opened them so he could slip his throbbing cock into her body.
Mica squeezed the bottle and let a large amount of the slippery goo spill onto her hand. Then she rubbed the slick stuff onto her anus and then William’s throbbing cock. Once Mica had felt there was plenty of lube, so she could easily accept William’s large cock, she pulled him towards her quivering anus.
She could feel the heat coming off of William’s cock as it began to push past the soft skin of her bottom. Then Mica could feel the tip touch her anus. Mica looked down her body so she could see William’s monster cock disappear into her. She also saw a steady stream of clear, gooey pre-cum ooze out of her own aching cock.
“God! You’re so tight…” William moaned as he continued to press himself into Mica.
Slowly Mica could feel her anus being stretched open and the pressure was becoming almost too much for her to handle. But just as the pain of being stretched wider than she had ever been opened before, Mica felt the tip of William’s cock ‘pop’ inside of her, and the pain was quickly replaced with the most euphoric sensation she had ever felt.
Deeper and deeper Mica felt William’s cock push into until she could feel his balls against the crack of her bottom.
“Oh fuck….” Mica moaned. “Fill me with your cock… fuck me like a whore…”
Mica felt her body being pulled close to the edge of the desk and her legs being moved so they rested on William’s massive shoulders. The whole time enjoying William’s cock, that was hot and hard inside of her.
Within minutes, Mica went to feeling William’s cock slipping in and out of her slowly, to fast and deep thrusts. With each push of William’s hips, Mica’s bottom was being slapped by his hard body and the sound of each slap sounded like cracks of thunder to her.
Again Mica looked down her body and saw little squirts of clear pre-cum eject from her cock each time William slammed against her.
While William fucked Mica savagely, she freed her small breast from the bra she wore and began to pull at her nipples, making them harder.
Several minutes had past and Mica was now covered in a light sheen of dewy sweat. Her body was alive with lustful desire. Her nipples burned with exquisite pain; her cock had turned a deep purple from being engorged with bl**d and her anus had completely open.
For the first time in Mica’s life something strange had happened. She felt the tip of her cock begin to tingle and she was about to cum without anyone ever touching it.
“Oh… my… fucking… god…” Mica whimpered in gasping breaths.
Within seconds, Mica could feel her cock begin to rhythmically convulse, which caused her anus to contract around William’s cock, almost as if it had a mind of its own and was trying to milk the cum out of William’s cock as well. Then, with one good deep thrust from William, Mica’s cock erupted, shooting hot wave after wave of sticky cum all over her chest and belly. Covering her bra and skirt she still had on.
As Mica thrashed about on the desk, she could feel William’s cock expand inside of her. “Oh fuck…” William screamed.
Then Mica’s anus was being stretched even more as she felt his hot cum erupt inside of her. So much so that some of his gooey load spilt out of her as he kept thrusting and oozed down the crack of her bottom and landed onto her desk.
For several minutes Mica kept coming, digging her nails deep into William’s chest. Than with one last push from William’s body, Mica had moved her legs from his shoulders and wrapped them around his waist, drawing him closer to her.
William lowered his body onto Mica and she could feel his heart pounding against her chest. For minutes Mica basked in all the glory of their combined sex; the smells; the texture of his skin and feeling of his chest expanding and contracting against her.
“So do you want to continue with the numbers?” Mica asked.
“I think it can wait until tomorrow.” William said. Then Mica could see William look into her eyes and then feel him press his lips against hers.
For the rest of the time William was there, Mica would always find a reason why William and her had to work late. Sometimes they would be in the office and other times they would go to her place to work. Regardless of where they went that last thing they did was work.
When William left, Mica was a little sad. Until her boss, Mr. Thompson, had come into her office and instructed her to pack a bag.
“Where am I going? Mica asked.
“To the United States,” He replied. “William said he needs some more help with something and he requested that I send you to assist. Apparently he was impressed with your skills and only wants you.”
Mica did her best not to show how excited she really was about going off to America to see William again. “Yes Mr. Thompson, I will do my best to please him,” Mica realized what she just said a quickly said; “I mean to represent our company in the best possible manner.”
Mr. Thompson smiled and replied, “I know you will,” Than he chuckled to himself and left Mica alone in her office.
Once Mr. Thompson left, Mica smiled to herself because she knew in a few short days she would be riding William’s hot cock again and would have orgasms after wonderful orgasms.
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the most amazing story ever told part 3 finale

Petey, now fighting Rabies, thought about the afterlife. He figured he would go to hell for what he did to Marco. He sees a nurse who resembles Miss Johnson. He remembers her and runs up and says hello. Taken back she remembers him to. She is Miss Johnson. He gives her a hug and remembers what she had done to him. The killer part of his brain snaps. He took a scalpel and tries to shove it in her chest. She runs off. He starts to beat people. He steals estrogen pills and takes them intent on becoming a woman.
Shaneequa and Megan have no clue where in Mexico to look. They put up posters and notices. But little do they know that Petey doesn’t look very much like the picture now. He sees the picture of him and calls the number they gave out. He says he’s in Sailtillo and he’s recovering from Rabies. Shaneequa gives Megan head while she drives. She bites Megan’s penis. They fly off the road and run over a dog. The dog is walked by Natasha from prison. The two argue but then remember who they are talking to. Natasha explains how her sentence expired. The three walk around together. They go to Sailtillo from Corpus Christ airport. Their plane has a midair collision with a hot air balloon. Natasha receives a broken femur in the incident. She sues and goes to court. The mother and daughter continue on and wish Natasha well. They travel through Mexico in a rental car which they manage to total. Megan does more coke and LSD. Megan is kidnapped by a rapist who takes her to his house. Alone again Shaneequa looks for answers.
Meanwhile, fully recovered, Petey disguises himself as a woman. He walks through the desert and decides he wants to be called Lindsey. He takes off his make-up and costume to meet with Inez. He tells her he must leave. She understands. He goes across the border where he is mistaken for an illegal immigrant. He is grabbed by border officials and sent into custody. One of the Nazi’s follows him and beats him horribly.
The rapist is a strange man who loved hermaphrodites. He picked Megan because she has a big cock. He says his name is Robert Fountain and that she will die soon. They fuck in the back seat. They’ve gone 50 miles. Ass fucking the man, Megan decides to stab him in the back. She twists the knife and stabs his face. She leaves the man to die. She takes a ride from a fat man. She must give the guy a blowjob to ride with him. She bites off his dick head and throws him out onto the road and drives off. She stops to take a shit in a public port a potty. The toilet is filthy. She sits on a diaper, piss, vomit, and diarrhea. She tickles her asshole to get herself going. She takes another big bloody shit. She looks at it and it has dead ants in it. She shits continuously for 1 minute. She has the runs badly. She released one hard long bloody turd and lets the rest fly out. She vomits and it is yellow and chunky. The attendant asks if she’s okay. She pisses also and shits more and more. She stands up when she thinks she is done but she releases a tight coil of shit onto the lid. She leaves with ass pain and tries taking and Advil. She continues trucking. It is not long before she thinks about her past.
At age 7, Megan lost her virginity. It was to a teacher named Mr. Wright. Mr. Wright was the son of a fishing guru. He told stories about his father while they were in bed. One day while rimming Megan, Mr. Wright puked a great deal up her ass. He puked twice. It was green. She fired the puke out her ass and asked he was okay. The puke looked like blended broccoli, spinach, collard greens and pears. He was fine. He used his puke as a lubricant. Megan thought of her condition with nymphomania. She was a slut and had fucked ten people by the end of that year.
Megan masturbated with one hand and steered with the other. She was driving to Brazil. She shit her pants when she found thousands of dollars in the back. She went to a store and brought:
1. Two bags of cheetos
2. Two twelve packs of water
3. Five packs of starburst
4. Three rolls of toilet paper
5. Salami
6. Two loaves of bread
7. 2 jars of pickles
8. Seven bananas
9. And a flashlight
She shoved the pickle up her ass. Then she discovered her vagina which was far back near her asshole. She slipped a pickle inside of it. She fingers it. Then she put her cock inside of it. Having bought this stuff she drove on she ate everything fast and stopped in Tegucigalpa. She flew back to Atlanta by accident. She meant to go to California but caught the wrong flight.
Petey walked on for days, this time with a sun hat. He sneaked over the border and cut himself with razor wire. He breasts start to develop. He was going to west Texas. He planned on staying in El Paso if he could find it. He broke into a car and drove in the wrong direction. He drove to Atlanta. He realized Atlanta was the biggest city he was close to. He found Megan. But not as Megan normally was.
Megan had been taken in by a family of rednecks, who turned her into a boy. They call her Mike. Megan or “Mike” for the sake of the story still fucks the sisters, Ann and Julie. One when Julie is on the toilet Ann sites on her pussy sucks her boobs. Then she shits on her and they smear it on each other. Her brothers Buford jr. and Crawford chase her knowing she has breasts. Their neighbors are Hank and Tony. Although Mike doesn’t, Tony recognizes Petey. They greet each other. Petey remembers Tony. He becomes attached to Mike. He has sex with “him” one night. They decide to call it quits once Ann suspects something fishy. After a few days of living in the South, Petey remembers who he is. He remembers Megan and others. He recognizes her and tells her it’s him. She doesn’t believe it. They leave together and Petey salutes Tony as he leaves.
Shaneequa once again is missing her children. She OD’s one day. She almost dies but is revived. When the doctor asked what happened she says she wanted it.
Megan and Petey travel on a stolen motorcycle. They drive for days, stopping to eat, piss, sleep and shit. They do nothing else. One day they stop at Bismarck, ND. They decide to go to restaurant. Megan realizes that Petey wants to be a woman. She asks him why. He says everything would be simple. He tries to cut his nuts off with scissors but Megan stops him. They need some money so they take it from a car’s trunk. They car goes up a mountain and it turns out the people inside are nature lovers. They go on the side of a cliff. Megan hears on the radio that Tarea survived and had major reconstruction surgery. Suddenly there is a rock slide. The car is crushed on top of the mountain. The father of the family falls out over the cliff into the river. The mother explodes as a rock falls on her. The son loses his arms. He is scared. He eats with his feet. He eats raw steak. Megan realizes this and tells him to stop so they have some. He ignores them. He soon bleeds to death. Megan takes the body into a cave. Petey and Megan camp out. They discuss all that’s happened since they last saw each other. They take the camera from the car and make stop motion animations. They make 19. They have no food and are forced to drink steak sauce, boiled shoes, grubs, a dead chipmunk, snow, urine and sticks. They decide they must eat the boy. They boil him in melted snow. They consume his flesh. It smells awful. They snuggle up near each other. After 18 days a helicopter finds them. Both are severely underweight. Megan weighs about 39 pounds and Petey 45. They each eat a great deal. They release the stop motion animations and become cult figures. Megan enjoys the fame and attends press conferences. Petey runs off to find Shaneequa, who is now suffering depression. Megan moves to the Netherlands and smokes pot all day while riding her unicycle. She becomes an expert at unicycle riding. She rides on across a rope connecting two hot air balloons. The balloons collide. They crash. Megan is seriously injured. She is visited by Tarea who pistol whips her. Tarea came from America to visit her. She figured out that Petey is her brother. She vows to hurt him badly. Tarea is taken away. Tarea looks different. She has no breasts and lost a lot a weight. She screams profanity at Tarea as she is hauled off. Tarea comes back and says that her mother was the fat lady was her mother and that her father remarried. This means that Petey is her brother. Megan tells Tarea not to hurt Petey. She claims it was Petey’s fault that her mother is dead and sets out a vendetta for him. Tarea leaves.
Shaneequa finds Petey. They hug and kiss. They tell stories about each other. They eat at a diner and Petey talks about what happened to Megan. Petey hopes to win Shaneequa over. Petey tries to convince her that he is the best child. But she bluntly states that she favors Megan. Petey is crushed. They go to the Netherlands. Megan recovers eventually. The family goes back to America. Natasha wires them a million dollars from her lawsuit. Now rich they splurge. They lose all the money and have a lot of junk and drugs.
One day Petey crosses the street. An orange car drives fast. Petey is run over at 100 mph per hour. The driver is Tarea. Petey is killed on impact when the car smashes into him. Megan runs out into the street. 42 bones in his body are broken. The car swerves around and heads for her. Megan jumps onto the car and strangles Tarea. Tarea puts a vacuum on Megan’s cock and sucks of the skin. Megan’s foreskin is in the vacuum. Megan beats Tarea with the vacuum. One of Megan’s piercings flies out of the vacuum into Shaneequa’s eye. They drive on for a mile. Tarea claims that she was so badly disfigured that it gave her father cancer. It is in fact true. He has duodenal cancer and is undergoing surgery. Megan wraps up her cock in tissue. Megan grabs Tarea’s tongue and pulls on it. She takes the wheel and drives across a train track barely escaping being smashed. They drive for miles. Megan rapes Tarea again. Tarea throws Megan out of the car and runs over her torso she tries to run it over again but Megan moves. Tarea flies into the train car. She smashes threw the window. She lands out on the hood. She is knocked unconscious. Megan waits for her to wake up. She holds a knife over her head. When she wakes up Megan drives down. She throws the knife at Tarea. It misses. Tarea punches Megan. She rips off her shirt. Megan, topless, rips off Tarea’s shirt. Tarea looks at Megan’s scarred boob. She laughs and Megan punches her in the face. Tarea still laughs and walks away victorious. Megan yells “You fucking cunt!!!!!!!!” Megan runs away to Shaneequa.
Marco’s dad has arrived from Spain to kill Petey. He hears Petey is with Shaneequa. Shaneequa has a cell phone from Irvine that she stole. The phone has a tracking device in it. He takes her hostage. He has sex with her. He realizes she has a penis and stops disgusted. Megan finds the two. The father, named Gael, yells “Where is Petey! He killed my son!” in Spanish. Megan takes a shotgun and blows off the man’s head completely. Megan yells at the corpse that Petey is dead. Shaneequa hears and hugs Megan as she cries. They kiss each other. They take Petey’s corpse to the river. Tarea had come back and removed his head. Nobody ever found the head. They put him in a go cart and burn it and put it out to sea. They read good things they gathered about Petey. Petey was a mysterious character to them. They realize this but still say things.
Together they engage in quantity and not quality sex. They cry day after day. Shaneequa goes insane and sniffs nail polish while having sex with men for money. Megan becomes a cabalist. She quits after a few days. She obsesses over Tarea who got away. Megan has to get her penis and balls amputated from infection. Tarea becomes a media hero. She becomes the poster child for juvenile prison safety. The juvenile prison that Megan was imprisoned in is still runs. The cops find out that Megan is responsible. They collect outside one night. Megan shoots 5 cops and then takes the shotgun and fires into her chest. Megan is almost dead. Her breasts explode all over the side of the house. The neighbor’s dogs come to eat her remains. They disembowel her and eat her face off. One chews up her dead fetus. Shaneequa takes 8 shells and kills 5 dogs. She fires at a surviving officer’s knee cap. His leg is blown off. There are 2 shells left. Megan asks Shaneequa to shoot her. Shaneequa can’t do it. Megan takes the gun and fires it under her head. Megan is still alive. The blonde haired cop, named Toby Wright, crawls to take the shotgun. Megan recognizes Wright as her teacher. He recognizes her. She pleads for him not to shoot her. He kisses her bloodied face and blows off her head completely. Shaneequa tries to stab him in the back. But he counters with the gun barrel and she flies across the room. He throws the gun in her hands. He frames her for the murder for revenge after blowing off his foot. She is jailed. She is soon sentenced to life in prison. Shaneequa is soon put in an asylum after going completely insane in prison.
In the asylum Shaneequa tells her story to everyone around her. They agree to help her escape. They break out of the asylum. The police fire hitting 15 people, including Shaneequa. The loons run wild while 14 others lay dead. Shaneequa consoles herself by eating. She gains 30 pounds. She cries all day and all night. Her house gets repossessed. She has only enough for a cheap airplane ride. She spends everything on a plane ride to the island of Honshu. She runs into a yakuza boss named Seguichizo in a bar. She scuffed his shoes and he orders her to pay for a shoe shine. She hits him not knowing who he is. They fire again. She jumps behind the counter into the kitchen. She takes some fugu and slurps it down. Will she die? That’s for you to find out.

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Fantasy

Playing Wifey

Sitting at the traffic light my left foot taps the car’s floor anxiously while my other foot holds break. Seemingly the only thing restraining my extreme sexual desires. All day I’ve been looking forward to getting home before my girl friend. I generally finish work at least an hour before her. And I need that hour to indulge in my hobby. Or fetish. What ever you choose to call it. She would not support my fixation, and especially my intentions. I had to get home and check my email.
Not just any email. My secret account, which I’ve been using to solicit nude pictures of men I’ve met on craigslist. I have been using the “casual encounters” section of the site to post pictures of myself wearing women’s panties. Indicating my desire to trade pictures of me for pictures of men, their cocks and thier wives. The amount of replies my slim, petite, frame adorned in sexy panties attracted was impressive. All sorts of men wanted to fuck me. And they weren’t shy about telling me so. Its just too bad for them I never intended to meet with any of them. To be fair, in my add I never mentioned meeting, just trading pics. Or course these men wanted more. I can’t blame them. My ass was very sexy. I had a short boyish figure at 5’7″, 120 lbs on a good day. Though I had a supple ass that was very tantalizing in panties.
Though my adds did just fine supplying me with fresh nude pics, I still liked to search craigslist for people with similar fetishes. One afternoon I came Across this add:
Seeking Hot Twink to Dress in my Wifes Panties – 45 – Chicago
I was intrigued. I wanted to know more.
Opening the link the add stated:
The title pretty much says it all.
I can host. You dress in my wife’s clothes and we’ll see where things go.
There were a few pics attached. A pic of various panty styles, and a full body shot of the host. He had a thick build. Appearing to be big and manly though not muscular. His cock was a thick piece of meat.
My imagination went wild. Picturing me raiding his wife’s panty drawer, prancing around in her clothes. How sexy! But there was this man who posted the add to contend with as well. His add was ambiguous, stating I could try on his wife’s clothes, but I know when he sees me he will want more than just to look. After looking at that cock of his I’m starting to think that may be quite fun, and sexy.
So I replied:
Hi
I’m very slim, usually where a medium size panty. I’d love to dress up and dance for you. Put on your wife’s dresses and skirts, sexy panties, give you a little show, sit on your lap and feel that hard on. The thought of wearing your wife’s clothes really turns me on!
I attached a few of my sexiest pics to further entice this hunk. In minutes I received a reply.
You have a nice body. I think you’ll fit in my wife’s clothes. Actually she’s my ex now. What’s your shoe size?
And so our correspondence began. We emailed back and forth for an hour. Talking about our fetishes and fantasies. From what he told me his divorce wasn’t final yet. It seemed that he was upset about the way things ended with his wife, and he saw this as an opportunity to get back at her. Having a man come and dress in her clothes while she was at work and seduce her husband.
Seeing as how I live with my girlfriend, and she would be home soon, my window of sexual freedom for the night was rapidly dwindling. I sent one last message:
Have to go, but I’ll be dreaming of that fat cock of yours! Did your wife suck your cock? I’d love to see your member in action!
I signed off and resumed my straight male life.
I spent all night rolling around with and uncomfortable erection. Dreaming of dressing up and going a step further. Indulging in my oral fixation and going down on that fat cock. All day at work I kept thinking of his dick. Just sitting around in torment, thinking of the possible emails waiting for me. When the clock struck 5, I was gone. In my car and zipping home. I burst in the door, dropped my bag, threw down the keys and quickly sat down in front of the computer. Opening my secretive porn mail I saw six new messages. Some from new and old men wanting my ass, but two from my new friend. I decided to open them in the order received.
She didn’t suck me too often. Thinks she’s too good for it. I liked to fuck her with her clothes on. Skirts, tights, panties that kind of thing.
Here’s a video of her sucking me. Hope you can do better!
I clicked the link. It went to his personal sight where the video was hidden.
The vid was shot with him, John, sitting on the couch nude. The camera perched over his shoulder. His wife on her knees between his legs. She was leaning forward with her hands wrapped around his cock, stroking. Up and down the thick length. She lowered her mouth down to his head and began pumping it with her lips. It was a pretty crappy blow job. The kind you expect from a teen girl sucking her first cock. But she kept at it. Pumping his shaft, letting her lips lightly touch his head. You could see his breathing get more short and ragged. His hips bucking, trying to get deeper in her mouth, but she refused. John grunted and moaned indicating his imminent orgasm. His wife pulled her mouth off and pumped with only one hand. I got a good look at her face in that brief moment. She was homely, with brown hair, a wide nose and plain features. John grunted and pushed as she stroked him. His hips drew back, his back arched, he shot a big thick spurt of cum into the air. Several more shots erupted and landed on all over his naked body.
God, I was hard. Seeing her make him blow that big with a crumby bj/hj, I was hot thinking of how big I could make him cum with a real bj. Though, honestly I had never been with a man before. This was the closest I had come. Just talking to a man about sex and hearing about what he wanted to do to me.
I opened his next message:
Hope you liked my video! I’ll be home alone all day tomorrow. Come visit me. We can have some fun!
Included in the message were his address and phone number.
Overly excited I impulsively replied:
Oh wow! Thanks for the vid! Do you always cum that much!? I can’t wait to see you shoot! When can I come over?
During our short exchange I made my plan. I was going to leave for work tomorrow morning, then call in sick and go meet John instead. My gf shouldn’t suspect a thing. It was a long night. In the morning I showered and shaved all the hair I could, without things seeming weird to girlfriend.
I pulled into Johns driveway. Sitting in my car I contemplated the weight of my actions. I was being unfaithful to girl friend, if she knew I would never be forgiven. But this was a part of me, something I needed to explore at least this once. I exited the car. His house was a nice two story suburban home. Nicely manicured lawn, trees, flower beds, the works. I approached his unassuming front door and knocked, initiating the lose of my innocence. Immediately I had the instinct to bolt. Just turn and run to my car. But I had come too far and wanted this too badly. I could hear him approaching the door. My heart pounding in my chest.
The door swung open to reveal a burly, mature man. He was tall, taller than me, 6 foot at least. Broad shoulders. Brown hair with bits of grey streaking the sides. Looking down on me he smiled broadly. “Nice to finally meet you, Chris.” He extended his big manly hand. I gripped his hand, and squeaked hello. His other hand clasped my shoulder and drew me inside.
His house was neat and clean inside. Releasing my hand he moved he cupped my face in one big, rough palm. He turned my face toward his. “Your cute. Not too masculine.”
“Thanks.” I replied sheepishly, dropping my eyes again.
“Relax, sweet heart. This will be fun. We don’t have to go too fast.” I nodded my head, feeling rather uncertain. “Lets go upstairs and you can see my wife’s collection.”
I tried to explain, “Sorry, I’m just nervous. Never done this before.” I felt comfortable relating to him. “Being dishonest with my girlfriend is wearing on me.”
He extended his arm across my shoulders angling me toward the stairs. “But if feels so good to indulge in fantasy. I’m sure you’ve had these feelings for a long time, just like me. Its time we enjoyed them.” John walked me upstairs and guided me into his bedroom. The room opened to the left, with the head of the bed against the left wall. There was a door in the far right corner of the room leading to a master bath. On the right wall close to the door was a long, low dresser. He left me and approached the dresser. “Come explore.” John said in a dubious tone, after sliding the top drawer open.
I approached.
My eyes feasted on the treasure trove of panties before me. I started getting hard seeing all the lace, cotton, silk, variously colored and styled panties.
“You can wear what ever you want.” John told me, “This is all about you feeling sexy.”
I let my hands dive into the drawer, sorting through this magnificent collection. “I can wear anything?”
“Absolutely. There are skirts, tops, and lingerie in the other drawers and shoes in the closet. I’ll be down stairs when you feel comfortable.” And with that he walked to the hallway. Pausing in the door he said, “Oh, and I left some things for you in the bathroom.” He gave me a wry smile, winked, and shut the door. Curious, I made my way to the bathroom, my interest piqued. Standing in the door to the bathroom I found his gifts. On the counter was a brunette wig and makeup. I walked in and approached the wig. Stroking the fine hair I new this would make my crossdressing fantasy complete. Well, almost.
I striped my clothes. Standing in front of the large bathroom mirror I admired my boyish figure. Narrow shoulders, slim arms, andas of this morning, hairless. I took the wig and positioned it upon my head. It took some adjusting, turning, moving back and forth, but eventually it fit. And looked quite convincing. My new hair was very straight, the bangs were cut in a stylish arch over my eyes. I looked like a teen girl. I began looking through the make-up. Having never used make-up before I really didn’t know where to start. Lip stick is always sexy, so I selected and nice red shade and began applying it to my upper lip. It did look sexy. I decided to leave it at that for now.
Returning to the panty drawer, I came back to a silky zebra print tanga I’d seen earlier. It felt smooth and sexy in my fingers, white, with a purple zebra pattern and black lace around the waist and leg openings. I set them out on the dresser, there were other things to put on first. Drawing a lacy little string out of the drawer I slipped it around my waist. The black garter belt fit snugly. Its ribbons hung down my thighs, searching for a pair of thigh highs. Finding a pair I sat down on the bed and slipped them on my legs. Standing, I attached the garters to the buttons on the ornate, lacy black cuff of the stockings. With the panties in hand I slipped them over everything. The silk felt marvelous on my hairless body. They fit so sensuously between ample little cheeks.
Rummaging through the drawers again I found a nice, simple dress. It was short and slim, with spaghetti straps. Its dark purple color complimented my fair skin well. I slipped it over my head, making a note to dress first before applying a wig and make-up, next time. I turned cirlces, admiring myself in the full body mirror. Damn, I looked hot. Like so many young sluts I’d seen flaunting their bodies in public. Then I remembered, I had a man waiting for me. I wonder what he’ll think of me? A sly grin on my face, I needed one last touch; shoes.
In the closet I found many different shoes, I just wanted something simple. I selected a pair black leather heals with little straps that attach around the ankles. I put them on and awkwardly made my way to the door.
John was waiting for me in the living room. I found him sitting on the couch drinking a beer. When he saw me, his eyes widened, a look of pleasant surprise flashed across his face. I noticed something in his eyes; lust. That quickly he wanted to fuck me!
“You look amazing!” he said, rising from the couch.
“You think so?” I asked, trying to keep voice low and demure with out being overly feminine.
“Oh absolutely!” his hand found my hip and lightly encouraged me to turn around. He let out a low whistle as he gawked at my ass. The dress was short, barely long enough to reach the top of the stockings on my upper thighs. I bent at the waist, putting my hands on my knees, to give John a better view. He leaned back trying to see more. Suddenly I felt his hand on my inner thigh. His finger tips slowly and deliberately sliding their way up. John’s hand found my panty covered crotch, lingered for a second before his finger found traced its way between my cheeks. He pressed once on my hole and withdrew.
The whole encounter left me feeling like a lightening bolt had struck the tip of my penis. My mind was fuzzy, reeling with the reality of what was happening. It took me a second to recover. When I did a new personality had swept over me. I was no longer a boy dressed as a girl. I was a girl. A dirt little slut, ready to please a man for the first time.
John had moved to the couch, looking at me he patted the cushion next to him. But I knew where my seat was. I moved into position in front of him, put my knee in between his and pushed his legs open. Standing, I left my hands explore my body. Pushing the dress in between my legs, caressing my little tits. Resting my hands on my hips, gyrating very sexually, I lowered my ass down to my heels, knees together, pointing right at John. I slid my hands out to my knees and opened my legs wide. John’s cock jumped, his thin shorts doing nothing to hide it, when he saw his wife’s panties clinging to my hairless mound.
Moving forward I crawled my way up his body until I was straddling him. My dress pulled up my thighs, barely covering my ass, my panties on display for John.
“Do I really look sexy, hun?” I asked trying to sound like I was his wife. But John was past talking. One hand slipped around the back of my head and pulled me mouth to his. He kissed me long and deep. His tongue exploring my mouth, I could taste the beer on his breath. But I didn’t care, I was swept away in his passionate kiss. His other hand found my ass and gyrated me against his hard cock, I could feel it rubbing against my ass cheeks. God damn, it was big! Our arms entwined, tongues mingling, passion overriding us both. We laid down on the couch. John on top of me, dry humping me. Showing me his strokes. I slid my hand down and grabbed his cock. I had to see this wild beast. My hand did nothing to stop his thrusting.
He broke our kiss and pushed himself up onto his knees. Griping his shirt he pulled it up over his head in one motion. Revealing his broad chest and burly frame. His body covered in wispy brown hair. My legs still wrapped around his lower thighs, his cock still tenting the little shorts. His hand moved to the waist band.
“Wait.” I interceded, “Let me.” Pushing myself up I reversed my position. Now on my hands and knees, staring directly at the top of his tent. I reached one very nervous hand up to his waist band. This was it, the moment of truth. I slowly pulled his shorts down. The band running along his hard-on, pushing it down. The band was almost to his knees before his cock sprung free. Pointing right at my face. It was magnificent.
Big and thick, with an enormous mushroom head. It looked as if it were carved from marble. A work of art, encapsulating all the greatest qualities of a perfect penis. A master’s finest work, curling up only slightly. His throbbing shaft pulsing with veins. The large head pushing the boundaries of the shaft, a warriors helmet, ready to thrust its way to victory. The perfect rim broken only on the underside by a chiseled wedge pointing to his hole. A picturesque drop of precum poised on his tip. That was the first thing I licked.
His cum was sweet but manly. He moaned as I licked at his hole, pushing into it with my tongue. My hot breath caressing his shaft, I was overwhelmed with desire. All the porno I’ve seen, all the blowjobs, all heightening my anticipation of this moment. I opened my mouth wide and stuck out my tongue. Leaning forward ever so slightly I let his engorged cock slide into my mouth. Wrapping my lips around his shaft so his entire head rested in my mouth. I held him there, savoring his manly cock head in my mouth. It was like a delectable stawberry ripe with juice, just waiting to be sucked dry.
I began sliding my tongue back and forth under his head. “Ooooooo, baby! Aaahhhhhh!” John moaned.
Moving one hand up this thigh I began caressing his balls while I sucked him. Pushing my mouth further down on his shaft. His massive cocksliding its way into my mouth. At the precipice on my throat, less than half his cock fitting into my mouth,I pulled back, now beginning to go back and forth on his shaft. My lips sliding up his cock, stopping at his head, and plunging down again. Each time letting him penetrate my throat a little more. I was in bliss sucking his cock, moving at my own pace.
John pulled his hips back, withdrawing his dick from my mouth with a wet SMACK! Poised on my hands and knees, mouth held in an “O” shape, longing to be filled. John sat back on the couch, puting his feet on the ground. “Why don’t you get on you knees, hun.” I crawled over and staddled him again, kissing him on the mouth. I slid down between his legs letting his cock drag against my body. Finding myself kneeling between his legs, his cock at attention before me, I grabbed it and began licking it from base to tip. “Ooooooo, yeah baby! Suck it for me!” Opening my mouth I let him back in. This time using my tongue to push his cock against the roof of my mouth. Slurping, I moved my head up and down. “Yeah! Yeah! Don’t stop!” John moaned between breaths.
His hand found the back of my head and held me down on his cock. Not letting me up past the halfway point of his cock but pushing be down closer and closer to his balls. Filling with semen, his cock swelled to enormous proportions. He grunted and groaned, his breath ragged and quick.
“Yeah baby! Yeah! Don’t stoooooooooppp!”
With that last breath his orgasm broke from his control. John’s hips bucking off the couch, his cock penetrating deeper into my mouth. The first spurt shot out and hit the back of my throat, leaving a trail on my tongue. I wanted to stop and taste his thick creamy cum but his hand on my head continued to move my mouth up and down on his cock milking more of his hot cum. The piece of chiseled stone in my mouth kept erupting in big hot bursts like some lustfully choreographed fountain head. I tried to swallow but the volume was too much and his cum began leaking from my mouth, dripping down his shaft.
Eventually his hand eased off the back of my head and his butt returned to the couch cushions. Sucking lustfully along the length of his cock I pulled his member from my mouth, keeping my mouth open to show him the pool of cum waiting to be swallowed.
“Oh yeah, baby. Swallow Papa’s load!”
I did as I was told. Sealing my lips and swallowing with one big gulp. I gathered the dribbling cum off my chin with my finger and licked it off. “Your cum is soooooo good, hun.” I told him. Grabbing his cock I began licking and kissing it. He was still hard.
“God, you love sucking dick, don’t you?” John asked.
“I never blew one before. I always imagined how hot it would be.”
“You were amazing!”
“Your cock makes me so hot!” I replied from between his his legs, looking up into his eyes. There was still lust there, a look that told me there was more he wanted to do to me.
John sat up straight, pulling his cock away from me. He leaned forward and grabbed my arms below the shoulder. He stood up and brought me with him. Towering over me, our bodies rubbing against each other he kissed me deep again. His tongue mingling with mine. I knew he could taste his cum in my mouth.
“Come upstairs.” He said, “There’s something I want to show you.” John took me by the hand and led me the the stairs. He stopped at the foot and moved to the side. Waving his hand he indicated I was to go first, but what awaited me and tight, virgin body, up there?

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Fantasy

Tricked became Enjoyed Part II

It had been six years since my experience with Chris in the move theater. Much to my disappointment, we never did share another passionate session together. While I knew he enjoyed it, he got a girlfriend shortly after, and we didn’t take much. I moved away to college and got a girlfriend myself. I occasionally thought back on, and masturbated to the day in the theater with Chris, but that part of me slowly faded away. Especially the longer I stayed with my girlfriend. However, not to long ago, she left me. Obviously I was devastated at first, she was my first love and we had spent years together. I didn’t date afterwards, instead choosing to focus on both my schoolwork and job. By the time I had graduated, I hadn’t been laid in over a year, and I was getting hornier each day. Eventually, I started to focus more and more on that day with Chris. It made me crave dressing up, taking a cock and making it cum harder than it ever had.
For awhile, I only thought about it, allowing fantasies and masturbation to satisfy my urges. But as anyone with a fetish knows, eventually you have to act. I didn’t know how I wanted to start though, and unlike the past, there wasn’t a certain guy I wanted. That all changed one night when I went to a nearby pizza restaurant and saw him. I didn’t know his name, but he was a tall, well built, tanned god. He was probably 6’3”, 215 lbs, mainly muscle. However, his looks weren’t what I was attracted to at first. I could see a large bulge in the front of his pants, he was clearly hung. He grabbed some pizza and left, he was a delivery boy.
I went back home and pleased myself all night thinking about it. I knew I wanted him, but I had absolutely no idea how to get to him. I was convinced the only way to get to him was to trick him into wanting me.
I had no clothes of my own to dress up in, so I traveled into town and found a lingerie shop. I found a very hopeful lady and told her my girlfriends fantasy was for me to cross-dress and I wanted to surprise her. I tried on countless things, trying to find the perfect combination. I had many things I needed to hide, so not everything was possible. I eventually settled on a tight black skirt, with black leggings. As badly as I wanted nice smooth legs, that would cause more questions than I wanted to answer in my other life. She picked out a nice pair of heels for me that pumped up my legs and ass. Every time I passed a mirror, I couldn’t help but check it out, perfectly plump, even I wanted to squeeze it. For the top, we settled on a white blouse. I was hesitant at first, since it was kind of low cut, and I had nothing to fill it out. She calmed my nerves though by getting a push up bra and showing me a trick to pump up my “breasts” with tape. While they certainly weren’t huge, I couldn’t deny it created a nice mirage of cleavage, which was all I needed. As for the wig, we settled on long dark brown hair to match my eyes, it flowed just below my shoulder blades. I’ve always had an androgynous face, which made me at least passable if I applied makeup. We got a scarf for my Adams apple and after 30 minutes, she made up my face into a fairly attractive woman. She convinced me that it would be all about my eyes, as they’re extremely dark and seductive. She applied a complimentary amount of eye shadow and mascara, hoping that my eyes would be engaging enough to keep focus on them, and not look at any other details.
I walked out of the store feeling like a whole new women. I was confident, but more than anything, I was hornier than I ever had been. As I was putting my keys in my car, I noticed a man checking my ass out. Normally flattering enough, it was even more exciting when I checked out his very attractive girlfriend right beside him. Even if for just a second, I was hot enough for him to stray his eyes away.
I drove by the pizza place and saw that he was working, my cock got extremely hard as I contemplated how I would try to seduce him. I drove home and calmed myself, my body shaking in excitement. I called the place up, and using my most feminine voice, ordered food for delivery. The voice at the end of the phone seemed convinced enough, as he called me ma’am throughout the exchange. I spent the next twenty minutes glued to my front door, my cock throbbing, almost to the point of pain. I needed to suck that mysterious man off. My heart was beating faster than ever when the door knocked, my heart nearly stopped. I was frozen for 30 seconds before the door started knocking again. I stood up and started walking towards the front door. Forgetting that I was in heels, and my legs feeling like jelly, I tripped on the way over and stumbled.
“Everything all right in there?” A deep voiced asked from the other side of the door.
“One second.” I called out, nearly speaking in my normal voice.
I picked myself up, adjusted my bra and skirt and took the last few steps to the door. I opened it, and couldn’t help but squeak in disappointment. The delivery man wasn’t who I was hoping for at all. Rather, in my doorway stood a medium height, overweight middle aged man. Around 45, his gut hung over his belt, his shirt was sloppily tucked in, his hair was partly gray and poorly kept. His face, round and greasy, covered in a poorly trimmed beard. My heart sank, as well as my cock.
“13.50.” He said, his voice shaky.
“Oh, yes.” Disappointment clear in my voice. I walked to the table and while grabbing the money, the change slipped out of my hands to the floor. I bent to the ground to get it, and when I looked back, I saw his eyes sizing up my ass, his jaw partly dropped. Although he wasn’t my mystery man, at least he still made me feel sexy and desired.
He quickly shifted his eyes, pretending to look around my house instead. I got up and walked towards him. I could see movement around his belt, and couldn’t help but smile as I saw a tent rising in his jeans. Surprisingly enough, that movement began to stir movement in mine as well. I was getting hard. I decided right then that I didn’t care who it belonged to, I just needed cock.
I gave him the money and watched him as he counted out the exact change. I could see the disappointment in his face when he realized there was no tip. I took the pizza and he started to walk away when I seductively whispered, “I’m sorry there’s no tip, I’d gladly take yours to show my thanks.”
I wasn’t sure he caught my drift as instead of getting excited he sat there dumbfounded. I hastily grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.
“What…” Was all he managed to stammer as I pulled him to the couch and sat him down.
“Just enjoy this.” I whispered in his ear before getting on my knees in front of him. Before taking off his jeans, I rubbed my hand against his cock, trying to get a feel for how big he was. Somewhat disappointingly, he seemed to be of average length. No matter, when I looked up at him and saw the look of pure joy on his face, the size of the cock didn’t matter. I wanted to make this man’s year. I undid his belt and using both hands removed his jeans.
I grabbed the base of his cock and pulled it towards my mouth. Before it made contact with my lips, I gently rubbed it against each of my cheeks. It was completely hard, but even better, it was hot. My checks got warm as I rubbed him against my face, letting him know that I was all his. Teasing both of us enough, I finally let my lips touch the very tip. I kissed it, and waiting the last 6 years to feel another cock in my mouth finally overcame me. I was in a frenzy, I went straight for the deep throat and took all 5 inches. I was out of practice, so I had to fight off my gag reflex, but it was worth it. As my lips wrapped around the very base of his shaft, I could hear him groan in delight. I then very slowly went back up his shaft, occasionally putting pressure from my lips on him. Reaching the top, I begin to kiss the sides of his dick, frequently sliding my tongue around it, coating it in my saliva. Each time he moaned, it only made me try harder. I went back to deepthroating him, speeding up every time I went down. I could feel him pulsating in my mouth, and I knew that while I wanted to do this all night, he was going to cum soon.
“This feels…so…fucking good.” He struggled to speak, but I didn’t need him to say anything.
I very seductively looked up into his eyes, he could barely keep them open. I was swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, and with each passing circle, he would look up at the ceiling. I brought my hand up and began pumping his shaft. I very briefly took my mouth of him, but only to whisper, “Give it to me.” With that, I began to suck his cock as passionately as possible. My tongue playing with his cock, my hand pumping away at his shaft. The next moment, I felt his large, stubby hand on the back of my head as he forced me down. The tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. And then, 6 long, powerful bursts of his hot cum filled my mouth and throat. Not knowing when I could do this again, I kept my mouth around him as long as I possibly could. Eventually, he got to sensitive and pulled me off. His cum still in my mouth, I played with it with my tongue. Enjoying the hot, salty taste. Eventually, while looking him dead in the eyes, I swallowed it all. I stood up, grabbed his hand and placed it on my ass. To my delight, he squeezed.
“This was the best day ever, and I want to stay for that ass, but I’m late for work.” He said excitedly.
“Don’t worry, you gave me what I needed.” I couldn’t help but wink as I finished. He pulled up his pants and left. As I closed the door, I couldn’t believe I got so horny for an old, overweight man. But I was as hard as I had ever been. I went to my room and thought of each second his cock was in my mouth. I had the most amazing orgasm of my life, alone. I couldn’t help but think if I would do this again, and especially how I could trick someone into fucking my ass without figuring me out…

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