les histoires de chrislebo

Sandy eased us up and we again were profiled in the mirror. It looked as if I were sitting on her lap. You couldn't see the giant cock still imbedded deep in my ass.

"Clean it up baby. Clean up your mess," she commanded me. I raised my hand coated with my own cum to my mouth and tasted the salty remnants before scooping up more from my stomach and licking that off my fingers too. When I had completely licked up all the cum, Sandy moved out from under me as the large cock slid from my gaping hole.

Sandy left for a few minutes, cleaning up in the bathroom and preparing for bed. I heard her running water in the sink and brushing her teeth as I lay on the bed on my back. It was the first time I could recall we had fucked that I hadn't stuck my dick in her pussy. It was her fucking me, fucking my ass. Yet I had never cum harder in my life.

Both of us slept soundly that night. Her head lying lightly on my chest. Much like she had done countless times before. Almost as if nothing had changed. But it had - I had become her bitch - Randy's bitch. I was a bitch.

I was anxious the rest of the week as Sandy and I talked several times on the cell about the coming weekend. The weekend we would both serve another couple at Randy's apartment. We would be his sexual slaves. We would do anything he wanted. While I was nervous about having sex with another man, my second guy, I was so turned on thinking Sandy would have her first lesbian encounter. To see her eating another woman's pussy. Perhaps see that strapon, the one she had used on me, with another girl.

A couple of times I went on the Internet looking at some of the porn sites and jacked off to the videos. But I was also fantasizing it was Sandy in the lesbian scenes. Eating another woman's cunt. Me getting fucked in the ass or sucking on the hard cock as I watched the video playing on my computer screen.

Sandy called Saturday and told me Randy had called her and instructed us to be there at 7 PM. She would meet me there and for me to just walk down since we were in the same apartment complex. Saturday, I took a long shower and shaved my cock smooth as Randy had directed. I had kept it that way since Randy instructed me to shave the pubic hair off several weeks ago. I dispensed with any briefs since I would likely be nude most of the evening anyway. I slipped on a pair of shorts and polo and headed across the courtyard, past the pool, to Randy's.

I started to knock but figured I was expected so I opened the back door and walked on in to the den to see Sandy already naked on her knees before Randy, who had a shirt on but was otherwise nude from the waist down.

"Keep your fucking hands behind your back slut," he barked at Sandy who was sucking his dick, her head moving back and forth on his pole, with her hands tucked behind her back.

"Well, come on in Dale. We got started without you," he said as he took a gulp from the beer he was holding as Sandy continued her blowjob, never looking up.

"That's Larry...and his wife Ann," pointing to the couple on the couch, "And I think you know this slut sucking my cock. Your girlfriend..." he added with a smirk.

"Why don't you get more comfortable and lose those clothes. I believe you could also refresh Larry and Ann's takes," he barked.

"Nice to meet you," Larry said, "Scotch, if you don't mind. That would be great," he said as he held a glass out. I took it from him and surveyed the man who would likely be fucking me. He was in his thirties and seemed to have a nice, athletic build. Certainly he was handsome and his wife was extremely pretty. She was a blonde like Sandy and I couldn't help but be relieved at how attractive the couple were.

"I'm takeing the merlot," Sandy said with a smile, taking the last sip from the glass before gently handing it off. As I reached down to take her glass, her fingers touched mine and lingered. I felt a charge as we touched. I couldn't help but think this was the woman who would soon have my girlfriend between her legs. My dick was already straining my pants as I thought about Sandy licking this pretty woman's pussy.

I walked into the kitchen and poured both takes, then slipped the shirt over my head and my pants off, emerging from the kitchen naked as Randy had directed. I walked the wine over to Ann who took it but also reached out with a free hand and cupped my balls.

"Look honey, look what I found for you," Ann said as she looked at Larry and then up to me from the couch.

"I'll bet you would love to suck on this wouldn't you," Ann continued as she slid her hands from my balls to my growing staff looking directly at her husband.

"Yea, it looks nice," Larry added as he gazed at my shaft.

"You ever had a man suck your cock Dale? Randy said you like sucking cock but I'm pretty sure he hasn't reciprocated," she was saying as Randy shot back.

"Fuck no. I'm no cock sucker. That's Dales' job. I like fucking and getting my dick sucked...like his little girlfriend is doing here," Randy continued as I looked back to still see Sandy sucking his dick, kneeling under him.

"May I?," Larry inquired looking up at me as I moved closer to him, setting his scotch down on the table. Larry took my swelling dick in his hand and moved the head to his warm mouth. He eased the head between his lips and licked on the crown before taking it fully into his mouth. His lips moved up and down on my cock and took it deep, actually moving his mouth all the way down until his lips pressed on the base of my cock. I had never had anyone deep throat me before, including Sandy. But Larry was taking my dick all the way down to his throat without gagging.

I'm not sure I had ever had a better blowjob as he would remove the cock and then lick the shaft and my hairless balls with his tongue.

"Oh fuck, I'm cuming," I heard Randy groaning behind me.

I turned to see Randy move Sandy away from his dick and then spurt stream after stream across her face, aiming at her titties and unloading his sperm on her chest.

"Fuck, that was good. Yea, I don't know who sucks better cock. You or your boyfriend over there," Randy said looking over at me before he took another hit off his beer.

Larry was still working my cock over, cupping my ass in his hand as his finger snaked closer to my hole, teasing, toying with my anus.

"Come over here sweets," Ann said looking over at Sandy, her chest covered in Randy's fresh load. "Damn, you are a pretty, pretty girl," Ann said softly as she reached out and touched one of Sandy's tits. There was a load of cum moving slowly down the breast as Ann took her fingers and moved the sperm in circles around Sandy's nipple. The nipple hardened under her touch as she pulled the little nub, pinching it, as her fingers slid over the cum covered nipple.

"Bend down angel," Ann intoned as Sandy scooted closer and Ann drew her lips to the nipple. She covered the tip with her lips, sucking, licking, and biting as Sandy's head rolled back on her shoulders, her eyes closing as her tit was sucked by another woman for the first time.

Larry was still sucking expertly on my cock as Ann released Sandy's nipple and stared into my girlfriend's eyes. They gazed at each other for a minute before Ann started closing in on Sandy's mouth. Their lips met and Sandy tilted her head. I saw Ann's tongue snake into Sandy's mouth and thought I saw Sandy return her tongue to Ann's before I felt Larry's finger probe deeper in my ass.

"Unbutton my shirt and suck my titty. Suck me angel, " I heard Ann instructing Sandy. I looked over to see that Sandy had unbuttoned the shirt and was easing it off Ann's shoulders. She wasn't wearing bra and her golden breasts were in plain view. She appeared to have some type of Asian symbol on her tit which Sandy immediately took into her mouth.

"I want to fuck you. I want to fuck your ass," I heard Larry moaning as he removed my cock from his mouth. He shifted me to a sitting position on the couch as he stood, kicked off his shoes, removed his socks and lowered his trousers leaving him in a pair of boxers.

He slipped off his shirt and I was startled to see he had piercings in both nipples. A gold little bar bell went through both of his nipples. I had seen pictures of women with their nipples pierced but had never seen a guy with piercings. I looked up at Larry and he was smiling seeing how entranced I seemed to be with his jewelry.

"Take them off," he said with his hands on his hips, directing me to lower the boxers, exposing the member that would soon be in my mouth.

I lowered the boxers and Larry stepped free exposing Larry's own hairless crotch. Like me, he shaved his cock and balls. I cupped his heavy balls, much bigger than either mine or Randy's. I bent down and kissed them. I kissed his dick, still hanging limp as it began to grow little by little.

I took the soft member in my mouth marveling at how soft it was. Unlike Randy who was rough and commanding, Larry eased his cock in my mouth, appreciative of what I was doing. Much more a partner, a lover, than what I was accustomed to with Randy.

I looked over to see Ann standing up and removing her skirt, easing it off, then her panties, stepping free of both. She had a tattoo on the small of her back. She had a beautiful ass and really pretty legs. Sandy seemed to be gazing at her first pussy. She looked up at Ann, almost as if asking for her next move.

"Lick my pussy angel, I want you to eat my pussy, your first pussy," Ann instructed as I focused on my task - sucking Larry's cock which moved back and forth in my mouth. I wanted to do as good a job on him as he had done on my cock. I knew I couldn't deep throat him but I was determined to make up with enthusiasm what I lacked in experience.

I must have been doing good because Larry was groaning, his head rolling back on his shoulder as he stroked my hair in his fingers, caressing my head.

I heard Ann groaning as she collapsed to the couch beside us, Sandy still attached to her cunt with her mouth. Sandy was going at Ann's cunt, licking and sucking madly, using her fingers as Ann moved her legs up on the couch and buried her heels into the couch. She moved her ass off the couch just barely giving Sandy more access to both her cunt and ass.

Sandy seemed to be licking both as she ground her face into Ann's cunt. I looked over and could see that Ann too shaved her pussy completely bare and there seemed to be writing tattooed just above her pussy but I couldn't read it with Sandy's head blocking my view.

"I'm gonna' fuck you now. I'm gonna fuck your ass," Larry growled as he pushed me off his cock and back onto the couch. He bent down on one knee and threw both my legs over his shoulders as he positioned the head of his cock to my hole. He guided the tip in and it slipped in effortlessly as he moved slowly at first and then more deliberately. His cock was much larger than Randy's, much like the cock Sandy had used on me, as he sawed back and forth in my hungry hole.

He let my legs slip down from his shoulders and moved closer to my face. He looked as though he was going to kiss me..and then he did. I had never kissed a guy. Even though I had been sucking and fucking Randy for several weeks, he had never done anything like that. I felt like a teenager kissing my first girl. Only Larry's lips were much harder than Sandy's.

His tongue pushed into my mouth which yielded under him. I was unprepared for what he was doing but it didn't upset me. Actually I liked it. I liked him kissing me, fucking me. I returned his kiss. Moving my tongue into his mouth which he sucked.

Larry wrapped his arms around me and we slipped off the couch onto the floor, his cock buried in my ass. He continued to kiss me, his arms wrapped tightly around me, as he moved his cock slowly into my bottom.

I had never been more turned on. We weren't fucking. Larry was making love to me. Making love only like lovers can. I opened my eyes to see Sandy still glued to Ann's cunt, eating her first pussy with complete abandon. Just as I was hooked on cock, I knew Sandy would be eating lots of pussy in the future. She went at it like an experienced lesbian. A hunger which always wants more and she would likely get it.

I couldn't believe how our roles were reversed. Here was my girlfriend eating another woman's pussy while a stranger I had just met was fucking me like I had fucked Sandy so many times before. Me with my legs wrapped tightly around his back, sucking his tongue, grabbing his ass and trying to pull him deeper inside.

"I'm going to cum baby," Larry groaned as he moved his mouth from mine and sucked on my neck, pulling on my hair, "I'm gonna cum."

I couldn't believe he had called me baby. But I liked it. I felt warm and wanted as he held me tightly in his arms.

"Cum in me, cum in my little pussy," I said back in his ear. Here I was referring to my ass as a pussy. That's what Sandy had called it earlier in the week. My little pussy.

I felt his cock twitching in my ass and then I felt it. I felt his warm cum filling my chute. I loved it. I wanted it. I turned my head and sought out Larry's mouth. He kissed me passionately and I attacked his mouth with my lips. I stuck my tongue deep in his mouth. He sucked on it as he rose slowly up and down, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into my ass...his pussy.

Finally he came to a rest. As he eased out of my hole, I stroked my dick which seemed to be leaking cum. It already seemed covered in cum which had been oozing out and with just a few brief pulls on my cock, it spurted hitting both Larry and myself in the chest.

In just moments I heard Ann crying out in orgasm as well as Sandy ground her face into her twat. Ann bucked up and down and eventually her cries subsided as Ann collapsed on the couch and Sandy's head came to rest on Ann's quivering thigh.

It was then I noticed the tattoo from earlier. Tattooed just above her pussy was the word's "Mark's Cock Slut". It was small but distinctive in black letters and I wondered who the hell was Mark. I was pretty sure Larry's middle name wasn't Mark.

We all took a long break laying exhausted on the floor, when Randy announced he wanted to get a little bit of Sandy's hot pussy.

Larry asked if I would be interested in going back to my apartment with him. Maybe leave the girls and Randy and come back later, or even in the morning. He said he wanted me to fuck his ass. But before I could respond, he moved in and again placed a wet, passionate kiss on my lips.

I had never fucked another guy in the ass before and nearly jumped at the chance.

"You okay leaving Ann here?" I asked back.

"She's a big girl. Besides, I'm sure she's just getting started with your girlfriend. I suspect it's going to be a long night for Sandy," he said with a smile.

We informed Ann, Sandy, and Randy that we would be back later. We were going to head over to my place for a little while. We dressed and walked the short distance to my apartment.

"So, who's Mark," I asked wondering if the tattoo predated their relationship.

"Mark? You saw that huh?" Larry smiled as we walked back through the courtyard area.

"Ann and I started out sort of like you and Sandy. Sort of experimenting. Like Randy, we ... actually I, met a guy who was much more dominant. He seduced me and then later Ann. He showed us a side of us we never knew existed. For a while we were his, we belonged to him. I mean Ann and I were still husband and wife, but sexually we belonged to Mark. He marked us both as his property. He had those tattoos placed on Ann and he had my nipples pierced. A reminder that I was his slave," Larry said telling a story that had me in awe.

"We're both left with permanent reminders we were his slaves. That tattoo on her titty actually is the Chinese symbol for 'Slave'. I guess my nipples could close over but Ann will always be reminded of where her journey began."

"So do you guys, are you still his property, his slaves?" I struggled to get my question out.

Well, it's different now. We still see him but he's in a relationship with my sister in law. They're a couple. Not married but defiantly a couple. Maybe you should meet him. You and Sandy both."

I swallowed hard. Randy had made Sandy and I his slaves but he had never suggested getting tattooed or "marked" as Larry referred to it. I wondered what kind of permister Mark must be to have that much influence over another couple. That much dominance that they would permanently mark their body for him.

We reached my apartment and went inside. Larry and I spent the rest of the night together. We took turns sucking each other and I fucked my first man in the ass. We fucked and sucked well into the night until we finally fell arelax in my bed.

Not before I thought about Mark. Meeting him as Larry suggested. Kneeling naked before him. Perhaps he would have me swallow his load as he played with my hard little nipples. My nipples that had been pierced by him. Pulling on the little gold piercings that he made me get. He would mark me because I was a slave, a little slut. That's what I had become.

"I want you to put this on and under no circumstance take it off until I tell you. You understand?" she asked handing me a blindfold. One of the blindfolds we had been given by the airline when we took a recent vacation to Jamaica. I pulled the blindfold snuggly over my eyes wondering what she had in mind.

Then a freezing sensation seized my cock. "Fuck," I exclaimed as she pushed me back down as I tried to raise up.

"Settle down," she explained. It's just ice. Just cooling you down. You're a little too excited."

"What the fuck are you doing?" I inquired as she continued to rub my cock and balls with ice which seemed to melt and drip cold water into the crack of my ass.

"Just settle back. I'll be done in a minute. I could feel her grabbing my balls, holding them in her warm hands. With the sensation of the cold ice and her warm hands I had difficulty grasping what she was doing. It was like she was tying them, maybe putting a hair band around them. I couldn't quite tell with the blindfold on. Then I felt her slide something over my cock. She put my dick in something. Something hard and cool. My dick was still cold from the ice and then I heard a click and she raised off the bed.

"Okay. You can take the blindfold off now," she informed me.

I slid the blindfold up to the top of my head and saw that she was standing, leaning against her dresser with her arms folded across her chest. I looked down at my crotch and there was something on my cock. A clear tube. It was plastic. I reached down and it was a clear plastic holder which surrounded my dick. I reached down and felt and my nuts had some type of ring around my balls. There was a small Master lock on the top of the plastic device. My cock seemed to be locked up in some type of plastic holder.

Sandy turned on the light. "It's a chastity device. A male chastity device," she informed me. I was holding the plastic device in my hand, my dick completely encased as I pulled at it.

"It won't come off. Your cock is locked away baby and I have the key. It's called a CB6000 and you can't remove it, break it, or get free from it. No use trying. Your dick is under lock and key and comes out only when I want it to."

"What the fuck is this for?" I said.

"Your cock is what keeps getting you in trouble. From now on, from this very moment, I will say when it can come out to play. I have the only key. Now you're free to take it," as she held the key out for me to look at. "But if you take it, we're done. You can leave and there's no looking back. Or... I'm in control now. I control who you fuck, when you fuck, if you fuck. You want this key...or do you want me? It's as simple as that."

I looked at her still dangling the key. Her eyes staring back into mine.

"But how do I go to the bathroom? How do I shower?" I inquired looking at the plastic cage which held my dick hostage.

"There are slits as you can see. There in the end and on the sides. You can pee, shower, bath, everything. You just can't get a hardon with your "cage" on. So, I would caution you about looking at all that porn because you'll just be one frustrated lady fucker if you can't beat off," she scoffed.

"You're not going to leave this thing on me?" I scoffed.

"Did you not listen? This stays on till I say it can come off. You're my little cuckold now. Just like Ann said. From now on I'm in control of our sex lives. You like to watch me with other men, so now you'll get what you wanted," Sandy continued.

"From now on I'll be bringing guys home to fuck. Likely some women too. That's what you wanted. And you'll watch me. You'll sit with your dick in your cuckey cage and watch me fucking some stranger and then you'll clean their cum out of my dripping pussy. If you do a good job I'll take my strapon and fuck that little ass of yours. I may even let you jack off before we put the dick back up. Back in its little cage," she added with a smirk.

"If you've been a good cuckey, I'll let some of the guys or women fuck your ass. They might even let you fuck them in their ass. But under no circumstance will you fuck any of their pussies. Mine is the only pussy you can have and you're gonna' have to earn the right to fuck that. It might be a while before that happens since you've been so bad. You understand?" she said so matter of factly.

I looked down at the plastic cage which held my cock. My cock seemed to fill every square inch but it wasn't erect.

"Do you want the key? You want your freedom? Or do you agree? Agree to be my little cuckold?" she inquired still dangling the key in front of me.

"I...I still want to be with you. I'll do what you say. I'll... I'll keep my dick in this cage until you let it out," I replied meekly knowing that was the only way to keep her. Under her conditions.

"I also think its time to move forward in our relationship," she added as she dropped the key on the dresser. "I've been waiting on you to ask me to marry you. I think we both know what we want. We're going to get married and now we both know the terms of that marriage. I love you and you love me but we both have needs. I know what yours are and I'll take care of them. To our friends and family, we are the average loving couple. But at home, I will control our lives, particularly our sex lives. I'll fuck anyone I want, when I want and that will make you happy. Actually that's what you do want. You want me to fuck other people. Most of the time I'll let you watch. But they'll be no questions of me. And you will always do what I ask you to do. Do I make myself clear?"

I held my head down, resigned I was giving up total control to Sandy. "Yes, I understand."

"Good," she said with emphasis. "Tomorrow night we're going over to Larry and Ann's. I'm going to leave your cage on you tonight for you to get used to but I'll likely remove it tomorrow night."

"Did you and Larry talk about Mark?"

"Mark?" I asked knowing full well who she was speaking about. Mark was the man who had so completely dominated Larry and Ann. The man who had them so submissive they allowed him to permanently mark them with tattoos and piercings.

"Ann wants me to meet him, for us to meet him. So I told her to expect us about 7:00 right after dinner. Maybe we'll pick something up on the way over there."

Ann surveyed me. She seemed to take pleasure that I was so submissive to her. My cock under lock and key. Resigned to submit totally to her.

"Oh, and another thing. You'll move in with me. You're leaving that apartment at the end of the month. Actually we'll begin moving you in this weekend. Now, crawl down here and thank me for your gift. Thank me for keeping your ass when other women would have thrown your cheating, bitch ass out the door."

I crawled off the bed and knelt naked before her. I bent down and kissed the top of her feet, her little burgundy painted toes. I kissed up her leg. "Take my panties down. Kiss my cunt," she commanded me.

I lowered her panties, the ones' I had bought her with the outfit and she stepped free of them. I kissed her bare pussy lips and tasted the juice which had already began to pool at her lips. I stuck my tongue deep into her hole as she rubbed my head.

"Damn you're a good little pussy licker. You might like cock but you're a good cunt licker as well. Suck on my clit. Use your tongue on my clit," she moaned.

I ran my tongue around her clit in circles and was just pulling her lips apart with my fingers when she barked out, "No, don't use your hands...just your tongue. Only touch me with your tongue!"

I looked up to see her staring down at me. It dawned on me she was staring at my caged cock. She had a smile on her face. She was in control -- complete control. I wondered how many guys got engaged to a woman by having them cage up their cocks. To agree to their wives bringing home men to fuck and then clean out their well used cunt with their tongue.

A cuckold - that's what she called me. That's what Ann had suggested I was. Maybe she was right. I did like watching Sandy fucking other men. I did fantasize about sucking their cum out of her used hole. I wasn't sure I wanted to be caged up, unable to cum if I wanted. But I didn't want to lose Sandy. In fact, I had never been happier.

I know how strange it seemed but I knew she would take care of me. Allow me to continue to have sex but it would be on her terms.

I licked her. I ran my tongue up and down her wet slit as she spread her lips letting me get my tongue deeper.

"Eat me bitch. Suck on my cunt. That's what you're good for. To suck my cunt. Maybe tomorrow night I'll fill it up with cum. Maybe fill it up with Mark's cum or Larry's and you can suck it out. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Sandy sneered.

"Yes, yes, I want to suck your cunt. Suck their cum from your cunt," I groaned in her pussy.

"Will that turn you on? Will it turn you on watching me fucking Larry like he was fucking you in the kitchen Sunday?" Sandy chanted. "Maybe Ann would like to fuck that little ass of yours. Fuck your little pussy. You want Ann to use my strapon, my cock on your little pussy?" she groaned.

"Yes," I grunted into her hot box.

"Tell me. Tell me what you want," she pressed.

"I want Ann to fuck my pussy with your cock. I want to be her bitch too. And Larry and Mark can fuck your hot pussy and I'll clean it up. I'll suck their cum from your cunt. Cause I'm your bitch. Your cuckey boy," I said.

My cock felt like it was on fire, trapped in its plastic cage.

I watched as Mark's cock slid just a little and then more into her cunt. Sandy groaned as he moved deeper, more and more, until his cock was fully immersed in my girlfriend's cunt.

"Oh fuck," Sandy groaned. "It's so fuckin' big."

"Yea, and we're gonna fuck that tight hole of yours. Stretch it out real good. You like that? You like that cock? We gonna' make you a black cock slut like Ann there. Like her sister Cindy. All you white bitches who get a taste of this cuckolds brownie. You can't get enough. You'll want it all the time...want to get ya' some black cock," Mark chanted as he thrust in and out.

Larry stood up on his knees and then squatted over my legs, positioned my cock at his hole, and slowly lowered his ass down on my shaft. As my cock slid into his ass, he rode up and down, slowly as his butt swallowed my cock. He bent down and kissed me. His lips moving over mine. He moved his ass up and down and from side to side as he fucked my hard dick.

I could hear Sandy groaning as Mark's hips slapped against her ass, slamming his cock in and out, all the while Sandy tonguing, licking Ann's wet cunt.

"Fuck that dick bitch, take that cock," Mark barked between thrust "Fuck that's a tight pussy you got. I bet that ass is just as tight. I can't wait to fuck that. Fuck that little tush of yours. You got a sweet little ass. The brothers gonna' love that ass," Mark went on.

Mark was making it obvious. This wasn't a one time thing. He intended to fuck her again and share her with some of his black buddies. I listened as Sandy groaned. I knew she was loving it. She loved having his big black cock up her pussy and I knew he was right. There would be more black lovers. It was like Ann said earlier. Things would be different. I wondered if like Ann, Sandy would prefer black cock? Would she be a lesbian like Ann who, when she did fuck a guy, wanted black dick?

Here I was watching my fiancé fucking a black man and eating a woman's pussy while I was fucking the woman's husband in the ass. And yet, it seemed right. Larry was riding me up and down as he reached down and pulled on my nipples, pulling, twisting them. He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking, biting on the nub. I looked over to see Ann grinding her pussy into Sandy's' face, "Suck on my clit baby. Suck it. Lick my cunt," Ann groaned.

Mark reached under Sandy and squeezed her titty. I watched his dark hands wandering over her tight frame. His long black body lying astride her white back. "Fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna breed that little cunt of yours. I'm gonna' shoot my black seed in that pussy. Are you ready? You ready for my cum?" Mark chanted.

"Yes, please, cum in me, cum in me baby," Sandy was almost crying.

Mark groaned as he let loose. I could tell he was cumming hard as he slammed into her calling her a cunt, a slut, a black cock slut. The nastier he talked, the more she seemed to slam back into him.

"Fill me up. Give me your seed. Fuck my cunt," Sandy groaned.

I couldn't hold back any longer and launched my own sperm deep into Larry's ass. Larry who had been sucking my tit moved up to my mouth and kissed me hard sliding his tongue between my waiting lips. I rolled over on top of him, my dick still deeply imbedded in his ass. I moved slowly as his ass milked my cock. I wrapped my arms around him as we continued our embrace looking up to see Sandy collapsing on Ann's legs as Mark withdrew his pulsating wet cock from her gaping pussy.

All of us seemed spent as Mark rose from his knees and sat on the couch. "Come over here cucky boy and lick your woman's juices off my cock."

I pulled my cock from Larry's ass and crawled over to Mark on my knees. Cum still oozed from the head as I took the shaft in my mouth recognizing the familiar taste of Sandy's pussy juices on his still stiff dick.

I licked and savored their juices until he seemed to be satisfied with the job I had done. "Now clean your bitch up," he commanded pointing over to Sandy who was still laying exhausted over Ann's legs.

She flipped over on her back and spread her legs as I positioned myself between her well fucked pussy. The cum was already leaking out as I scooped it up with my tongue before dipping my tongue in and tasting their juices. Sandy's pussy was filled with cum and she ran her fingers in my hair as Ann positioned herself over Sandy's face and lowered her gaping pussy lips down to Sandy's mouth. Sandy licked Ann's box as she eased a few fingers into Ann's asshole.

I continued to lick Sandy, swallowing the load Mark had planted there, until Ann came hard on Sandy's face. Calling Sandy a slut, a lesbian cunt, she moved her pussy up and down Sandy's face until she collapsed exhausted on the floor, leaving Sandy's face covered in Ann's pussy juice.

Larry bent over and licked Sandy's face. Licking up the juices his wife left there, until their lips met. He kissed her, lightly, but not nearly as passionately as he did with me.

We all lay on the floor for some time when I heard someone enter the house from the garage. I could hear the garage door open and then close before someone came through the kitchen dropping keys on a counter.

"Hey baby sister," Mark called out. "Get anything?"

Even before she came into view, we heard, "A couple of outfits for the baby."

A little blonde walked into the room, slipping off her shoes. Obviously very pregnant, she took off a jacket and walked up to Mark planting a wet kiss with a loud smack on his lips.

"Meet my sister Cindy," Ann said.

"Hey guys! I hope I didn't interrupt anything," she smiled. "I gotta' shed this cuckolds brownie, I'm about to die," Cindy said as she continued to walk thru the house.

I wasn't aware that Ann even had a sister much less one that was pregnant. While Cindy was in the back, Ann explained that on a trip down, she had gotten together with Mark.

"Tell 'em what really happened Ann," Mark chided her. "You gave her to me. You recruited your own sister for me. Your little baby sister, a newlywed at that. The ultimate act of presentation. Giving something that meant so much to you. Tell em'."

Ann looked down for a second. It was the first time I had seen any sign of reluctance. "Yes," she said as she picked up her wine from earlier and took a swallow. "Mark saw a picture of her and told me to ask her down for a visit. I knew if I did, what he intended to do. He would have her. Just like he had you," she said looking over at Sandy.

"I did it. I set her up. I let him seduce her," Ann said almost in a defeated tone.

"Fuck woman," Mark scolded her. "You act like it's a bad thing. "Little sister loved it. She loved the dick. Matter of fact she couldn't get enough. She went home to that pathetic wimp and before long she was back for more. Then when we took her clubbin' she couldn't get enough black cock. She wanted to fuck all the brothers..."

"Well, you're right there," Ann smiled. "She got hooked. Her husband found out and threw her out of the house. Now she lives with us."

"You act like that's a bad thing woman," Mark shot back. "Baby sister ain't never been happier. One night we were all in here fuckin' and she announced she wanted to have my baby. She wanted me to breed her. Give her a little black baby. She knows what she wants."

About that time Cindy reemerged from the bedroom wearing a pair of blue satin shorts and a white top. She was braless and you could see her hard little nipples poking thru the top.

"Come over here baby," Mark said patting the seat beside him. "You jealous I've been here fuckin' some white slut," Mark questioned.

Cindy looked over at Sandy who was still sitting on the floor, leaning up against the couch. "Your first black cock?" Cindy asked looking over at Sandy.

"Yea," Sandy smiled back.

"No, I'm happy for her," Cindy said looking back at Mark. "I'm happy when you let other white women, white wives experience black sex. Turning them on to black cock. You her husband?" Cindy asked looking at me.

"Fiancé'," I shot back.

"I take it that's your cum leaking out of Larry's ass over there," she smiled nodding in Larry's direction.

Without waiting for a response, she added, "You know she'll want more," Cindy said with the smile still on her face. "She's likely a black cock slut now. Just like me. Just like Ann."

"Show Sandy. Show Sandy what you did so all the brothers will know what you are," Mark commanded.

Cindy bent up from the couch and pulled her hair up in a bun on her head. I couldn't quite make out what she was showing. It looked like a tattoo of something on her neck but I couldn't tell.

"What does it mean?" Sandy asked.

"It means I'm black cock only now," she retorted.

I leaned over to get a better look. It was a black spade located just at the nape of her neck. The spade had the letter "Q" in the middle.

"She loves going in the clubs showing off her tat to the brothers. Raising her hair up in a bun so all the brothers can see she's a black cock whore. And aint' nothing better a brother likes fuckin than a white slut who loves black cock. That is, the only thing better than that is a white slut carrying a brother's black baby. Baby sister here was getting all kinds of dick until a few weeks ago when I cut 'em off," Mark informed us.

He raised up her shirt and rubbed her swollen belly, and then lifted her shirt completely up and over her frame. I had never seen a pregnant woman before. Her titties had puffy little nipples and I noticed she had a black Asian tattoo on her right breast just like her sister Ann. The two Chinese letters for "slave". The sisters had identical tattoos on their titty.

Mark lifted her ass up and slipped the panties down her legs and off her little feet. Cindy now sat naked on the couch as he continued to rub her swollen belly and kissed her on the lips. His tongue snaking into her mouth as she groaned her approval.

"Come over here Sandy. Come over here and thank baby sister for letting me fuck you," Mark stated as he looked over at Sandy. Sandy crawled over and took her position between Cindy's outstretched legs. I couldn't believe my fiancé was licking some pregnant woman's pussy. But here she was, her tongue buried up Cindy's snatch as Cindy's sister Ann took up a position on the couch and took Cindy's pouty nipple in her mouth.

"Come on," Larry said as he took my hand and led me back to his bedroom. He pushed me back on the bed where we continued to make love. This time Larry fucked my ass as we kissed and fucked for the better part of the night. We left the women in the den with Mark.

When Ann woke me the next morning, I was wrapped in Larry's arms. She told me coffee was on when I decided to get up. Sandy and I didn't talk much on the way back to her apartment but I knew she was okay when she rested her hand on mine in the car. When we arrived back in the apartment, we both took a shower and then she refastened the chastity device informing me it was time to put the horse back in the barn.

Our lives had taken some very unusual twists over the last few weeks. We had both found out a great deal about ourselves and each other. I knew that I was her cuckold and would do anything she asked. But I wondered, even while we were to be married, would I ever be allowed to fuck her pussy again. Now that she had a taste of Mark, she was a black cock slut too - like Ann and her sister Cindy. The only question – was she black cock only?

If you have been following my story, you know that Randy, a friend of mine since high school, has been blackmailing my girlfriend Sandy and me for the last few weeks. Sandy and I agreed to be his sex slaves for one month, as long as at the end of that term, he would turn over the compromising videos he filmed of me.

I was the first to be blackmailed into gay sex and it seemed the more I complied with him, the more entangled I became as he videoed more and more of me giving him blowjobs or allowing him to fuck my ass. Prior to this, I had never had any same sex encounters. However, that all changed with the blackmail and I found myself reluctantly assisting Randy in seducing my girlfriend and eventually joining me in becoming his sexual slave.

Randy introduced us both to a bisexual married couple named Larry and Ann who often engaged in swapping with other couples. Ann prefers women to men and relished being the first woman to have sex with Sandy. It was a first for me as well as I found that Ann's husband Larry enjoyed reciprocating as well as having guys service him. After just a couple of encounters with Larry, I found myself drawing closer and closer to him. It wasn't just great sex with Larry. I honestly felt something with him that I had never felt with anyone else.

It was Ann who both encouraged Sandy to cuckold me as well as introducing her to interracial sex with a man named Mark. Mark had engaged in a dominant relationship with Larry and Ann for some time, and eventually carried on a master/slave relationship with them both.

In the previous chapter I detailed Sandy's first encounter with Mark as well as describing how my life has changed as Sandy's cuckolded fiancée. Sandy had even gone to lengths to purchase a male chastity device to lock my dick up in its cock cage when she travelled for extended periods as a pharmaceuticals sales rep.

Sandy had made arrangements for us both to service Randy on Saturday. We had two weeks left on our agreement and Randy told Sandy he was looking forward to a whole weekend with us serving as his permisteral slaves. Randy had enjoyed having anal sex with Sandy and he made it clear that he intended to fuck her long and often.

Saturday morning, Sandy arrived at my apartment and I heard her on the cell phone asking if there was any way Randy would consider coming over to my apartment instead of us walking over to his place in the same complex. I overheard her describing that she was cooking some items and didn't want to dirty up his kitchen and it would allow her to keep an eye on things. Randy agreed, but informed her that we were both to be nude and kneeling in the den, our hands tucked behind our backs, when he arrived in about an hour.

Seconds after she ended her call with Randy, I heard her making another call but I couldn't tell to whom at the time. That was made clear when Mark, her new black lover, walked through my door. I wasn't sure what was going on but I knew Sandy well enough to know she had the matter well in hand.

Punctual as ever, Randy knocked on my door, and seemed to be quite agitated that I had not undressed as he had directed earlier. As he made his way into the den, Mark and Sandy both emerged from the kitchen.

"Who are you?" Randy inquired of the black man who stood as an imposing figure in the doorway.

"I'm Mark and you must be Randy," he responded.

"Mark?" Randy questioned until a moment of clarity appeared on his face, "Larry and Ann's friend?" he continued.

"Exactly," Mark nodded back.

"I see. Well, I don't want to seem rude Mark, but Sandy, Dale, and I have plans this afternoon," Randy shot back, as he started to make his way past Mark into the kitchen, before being rebuffed at the doorway.

"Actually, I'm part of those plans," Mark responded as he blocked Randy's entrance into the kitchen where Sandy was standing with her arms folded tightly across her chest.

Almost without anyone noticing, two more black males had entered through the back door where Randy had come through just moments earlier.

"My boys Travelle and Chris, they're part of those plans too," Mark stated as Randy turned and noticed for the first time that there were now three black men, none of whom were invited to his private party.

Assessing the situation, Randy decided to make a hasty exit as he started to head for the back door. "Okay, that's cool. I'll drop back by later," Randy retorted as he tried to move past the two large men blocking his exit.

"I don't think so," Mark said smirking back at him. "You see, today, you are the party. I understand from Sandy here, you like playing games: Master and Slave games. That true home boy?"

Randy turned realizing his exit was blocked. "Look, I was a little short a while ago. You guys are free to do whatever, I'm just gonna' leave, and ya'll can have your fun," Randy reamistered, a look of uncertainty now filling his face.

"Yea, we're gonna' have fun all right. But today we're gonna' have fun with you. Sandy tells me you like playing master...but unfortunately we have a few too many masters here. So we're going to have you play slave today. Just like Sandy and Dale have been for you. So, why don't you go ahead and get undressed there and we can all get started."

Randy had a look of terror on his face and quickly tried to push past Travelle and Chris who each grabbed an arm and held him in place.

"Sandy, why don't you go on back to the bedroom for a second? It appears Randy and I need to have a bit of a discussion," Mark said turning briefly to look back at Sandy and then back to Randy who stood helpless in front of him.

Sandy turned and walked away as I sank back in a chair in the corner of the den watching it all unfold in front of me. When Sandy had made her exit, Mark walked over and stood in front of Randy before taking his arm half back in a quick motion and landing his fist to Randy's stomach.

Mark didn't draw back far but it was enough that Randy's knees buckled instantly as I could see his breath was momentarily lost in the unanticipated punch to the gut. Travelle and Chris let go of him as he crumpled to the floor, slamming on his knees and coming to rest on his hands.

"Now, do we have an understanding boy," Mark snarled as he stepped back. "I don't want to play rough, but we will play. Now, like I said earlier, undress, and be quick about it."

I watched as Randy slowly straightened up, his hair disheveled as he held his stomach. Still on his knees, he slipped his shirt over his head.

"Stand up and get those jeans off," Mark barked. Randy slipped off the shoes and peeled off his jeans leaving him in his white socks and grey Polo briefs.

"That too," Mark commanded looking at the briefs.

Randy hesitated just a second before Mark appeared to take a step toward him. He immediately dug his thumb into the waistband, lowering the briefs, and then off his legs leaving him naked except for a pair of white Under Amour athletic socks which Mark allowed him to wear.

Mark surveyed the humred man before him who seemed to shake once as Mark appraised his naked physique.

"And you call yourself a master there boy?" Mark chided him as both Travelle and Chris looked on and snickered.

"Get back down on your knees lady fucker," Mark commanded.

Randy slumped back on his knees, resigned to his fate, as he awaited Mark's next direction.

"So, my little slave boy. Are you worthy to suck on this black cock?" he smirked cupping his hands to his crotch and giving a quick tug.

"I don't..." Randy started before Mark slapped him with an open hand to the cheek. Its pop shot across through the room and I saw instantly the red handprint which appeared across Randy's face.

"Don't fuckin' tell me what you won't do boy. You'll do what I tell you," Mark barked back.

Randy's bottom lip quivered as the full realization set in on what was happening. The tables had been turned and now he found himself in the situation I had been in with him. Only, he stood to get his ass kicked rather than exposed or humiliated on video.

"I believed we answered the question as to your worthiness," Mark sneered. "T.C., why don't you break the little virgin in," he said glancing over at Travelle.

I found out later that Travelle, who's last name was Campbell, was a bouncer down at one of the local clubs Mark often took his white dates. Travelle, who played a little NFL ball before he tore up his knee, went by T.C. to his friends. I never really found out the story about Chris, but he seemed to take his cues from Mark.

Travelle zipped his fly on his trousers down and whipped out his man flesh that must have been nine inches completely flaccid. He unsnapped his trousers and let them slink down his legs, slipping out of his shoes, he stepped out of his pants leaving him standing in his sock feet like Randy.

Randy now was eye level at the cock which hung down from Travelle's crotch.

"Go ahead boy, show T.C. your gratitude for letting you suck your first cock. A black cock at that," Mark went on.

Randy appeared frozen in place. His face was ashen white until T.C. reached down with his hand and grabbed the back of Randy's head and pulled his face to his cock which he moved all around his face.

"C'mon cock sucker. Put his dick in your mouth or am I going to have to kick your ass some more," Mark bellowed.

Randy was hesitant, but eventually he reached up with his right hand and took the cock in his trembling fingers. He looked back at Mark before he closed his eyes and pressed his lips to the head of T.C.' s cock.

"That's right boy. That's right. Now open that virgin mouth of yours. Let him fuck that face," Mark chanted.

I watched as Randy opened his mouth just a little as Travelle pushed, easing the black shaft into his mouth until Randy gagged. He fetishd as he removed the cock before Travelle pushed it back in again.

T.C. began thrusting back and forth and I watched as the black shaft moved through Randy's clenched fist, his eyes closed tightly, perhaps denying this was actually happening to him.

"That's right lady fucker. Your first cock. Yea, you're sucking him like a real pro. That feel good T.C.? That white boy sucking you good?" Mark sneered.

"Yea, he's pretty fuckin' good," T.C. shot back as he continued to pull Randy's head into his crotch, fucking his face. I hadn't paid much attention to Chris but I saw that he had retrieved a small video recorder out from his pocket and was now shooting the scene unfolding in front of us.

"Yea, I think we got us another little cock slut. He's taking to sucking dick like a real whore," Mark kept on. "Suck that cock boy. Lick it. Tongue those nuts."

I watched as Randy opened his eyes. He seemed to be less resistant as he moved his lips back and forth on the flesh. Occasionally removing the head and then pressing his lips back and then swallowing the shaft. He lifted up on the cock and like Mark ordered, licked T.C.'s nuts and then sucked on the balls taking them into his virgin mouth.

"Yeah, suck my cock bitch," T.C. sneered as Randy moved his lips up and down on his black shaft, making loud slurping noises as his mouth swallowed the dick.

Mark began undressing as he removed his shoes, socks, and trousers. He wasn't wearing any underwear leaving his cock and balls hanging as he pulled up, stretching his cock as he watched Travelle face fucking Randy.

"Okay, I think he's proved he's worthy. Move over and let me get at this fucker," Mark said as he moved his cock toward Randy.

"Are you worthy now lady fucker? You worthy to suck this cuckolds brownie?" Randy sneered as he held his hardening cock he had been stroking up to Randy's face.

"Yes," came Randy's meek response.

"Yes, what lady fucker?" Randy shot back.

"Yes sir, yes sir I'm worthy," Randy said looking up at Mark. When he didn't get a response back, he continued, "to suck your cock. May I suck your cock?"

"That's real good. You learn quick," Mark smiled back as he stroked the cock in front of Randy. Mark held the tip out. "Kiss it. Kiss the head. Show me you're worthy. Show me how much you want to suck this cock boy."

Randy leaned in and placed his lips on Mark's cock. His lips enveloping the head and holding there as if waiting for Mark's permission to continue. I couldn't believe Randy was now totally resigned to his role, showing no hesitation as he took on his next cock.

"Good boy. Go ahead and suck it. Suck my cock. Show me what a good cock sucker you've become," Mark chanted as Randy now stroked Mark's cock and moved his lips up and down the shaft.

Chris was still filming and I wondered if Randy had even noticed his first blowjob was being recorded on video.

"Raise up," T.C. commanded urging Randy to all fours.

Randy knew what he intended and removed Mark's cock from his mouth and had just started to say, "no" when Mark again popped his cheek with an open hand slap. Randy's head was slapped back as Mark chided him. "I told you. Don't fuckin' tell us what you won't do. You're our slave today boy and we'll do what we want. Now raise that cherry white ass up."

Slowly Randy raised up and went back to work on Mark's cock as I watched T.C. spit into his hand and begin to rub his thumb into Randy's back side. Randy groaned as Travelle worked his fingers and thumb into his tight ass, stopping only to add more spit to loosen and lube him up.

T.C. then moved between Randy's outstretched legs and I watched as he positioned his cock at Randy's asshole. I almost wished it were me he were going to fuck as he eased the head in and Randy groaned loudly. I knew it had to hurt, his very first cock there but I also knew how much he would come to enjoy it if he just relaxed.

Chris was still filming and it appeared he was zooming in on the fucking that was going on as well as the blowjob Mark was receiving. All the while Mark taunting and calling Randy a bitch, a cock slut, a little white whore.

"Damn," came Sandy's voice from the kitchen doorway as she stared into the room. Randy on his hand and knees as he sucked Mark off while T.C. was moving in and out of his virgin ass. "Look's like we have another gay slut. That's a sight I didn't think I would see," Sandy said with a broad smile across her face. "Ask him. Ask him where they are" Sandy said to Mark as he moved his hips back and forth, driving his cock deep into Randy's mouth.

"Where are the videos slut? Where are the videos you took of Dale?" Mark demanded.

"Videos...they're in my closet. In a box in my closet," Randy stammered back as Chris continued to drive his cock into Randy's tight virgin ass, his balls slapping loudly on his back side.

"And your password? I know you have those videos stored on your hard drive. What's your password?" Sandy grilled relentlessly.

"Heels...." Randy groaned. "Heels97," he finally blurted out before Mark stuck his cock back in his mouth, muffling his response.

Sandy walked out the door, headed over to Randy's to retrieve the videos he took of me and likely reviewing and erasing any he had stored on his computer. In the meantime, Mark appeared ready to cum.

"Damn boy, you're one good little cock slut. I'm ready to drop my load. You ready? You ready for your first load?"

Randy didn't have time to say yes or no before Mark grabbed the back of his head and pulled his hair, driving the cock deeper into his mouth. I could tell from Randy's expression that Mark was cumming. I watched his struggle as he tried to swallow but some of the cum dripped out of the corner of his mouth. Mark pulled out of his mouth and barked, "Stick your tongue out. Stick that fuckin' tongue out,"

Randy opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out as Mark jacked on his cock sending another stream of cum splashing on his face and then dribbling onto Randy's tongue as Mark rubbed the slimy cock across his face. Mark dipped it into the cum splattered on Randy's cheek and slid it all across his face.

T.C. was still fucking Randy's ass as he slammed against his cheeks, the balls slapping loudly as he grunted with each thrust. Not long after Mark came, Travelle moaned, sounding off that he too was cumming as Randy experienced his first load deposited deep in his virgin ass. No sooner than T.C. pulled out, Chris lowered his pants, sank to his knees and took his place. Randy was getting gang banged.

Mark motioned for me to disrobe and take his place as I felt some sense of deep satisfaction having Randy suck my cock. The man who had blackmailed me into my first gay sex was now sucking my dick. He didn't hesitate as he took the cock and sucked it like a man possessed. He licked and took my shaven balls into his mouth as Chris fucked his ass.

I couldn't help but notice that Randy was pushing back on Chris's cock. Actually meeting Chris's thrusts with his ass. His first gay sex may not have been consensual but he was definitely getting into it.

Mark was standing beside me. His now limp dick still wet from Randy's blowjob. I dipped my head and took the cock, still warm and wet into my mouth. I had wanted to do that all afternoon watching all those cocks plunge in and out of Randy's mouth and ass.

While Mark had already shot his load, I felt him stir in my mouth and begin to harden again. When Chris finally shot his load, I took my position at Randy's ass. Randy had already had two cocks in his ass before mine and he was really loose and I could feel all the cum both Chris and Travelle had already deposited there.

I think Randy even surprised himself when he groaned, "Fuck me, fuck my ass, oh yeah, fuck me." I didn't last long before I too added my load to his hungry hole.

When Sandy walked back through the door, I was removing my cock from Randy's gaping hole. He collapsed on the floor and I could actually see some of our cum leaking back out of his ass, dripping down his balls, and collecting on the carpet.

"Got it, got it all," Sandy exclaimed to Mark holding up what appeared to be three disc.

"Okay slut," Mark said as he kicked Randy's pile of clothes in his direction with his foot. "We're done here. You can leave now."

Randy pulled on his clothes and looked up at me once. He never said anything as he dressed and walked out of the apartment.

After Randy left, Sandy and Mark went back to our bedroom and Travelle and Chris took turns fucking my ass and letting me suck their big cocks. It was evening when Mark finally walked back down the hall naked. He announced he and the guys had a great time but needed to leave if they were going to make it out to the club.

After they had all dressed I walked back to find Sandy sprawled naked across our bed. Her hair was wet with sweat as I made my way to the bed. "Lick me baby. Clean me up," she purred. I slipped up on the bed and began to lick and suck at her well fucked pussy.

I could taste Mark's cum mixed with her juices as I licked it up, dipping my tongue deep into her hot wet box. Sandy stroked my hair lovingly as she ran her fingers though it and moaned her approval at the job I was doing. When I had sucked up all their juices, I crawled up and kissed her juicy plump lips. Her tongue ran into my mouth and she kissed me back as passionately as she ever had.

Conclusion

It's been about eight months since our March Madness began. Randy moved shortly after his encounter with Mark and the guys. Mark took the video Chris had taken of Randy and loaded it on the Internet site that Randy had originally posted with those of me. Only, these videos clearly showed Randy's face as he sucked cock and had his ass fucked. The word around the apartment complex was he quit his job and no one has heard from him since. He just packed up and left and didn't even hang around to collect his security deposit.

Sandy had already decided I was to move into her apartment and I left at the end of the month myself. We now share her apartment.

Cindy, Ann's younger sister, gave birth to Mark's little baby boy. Within weeks she was back at the clubs with Mark's blessing. Usually when Cindy and Ann go out, they invite Sandy, and Larry and I stay home with the baby.

Sandy met another black man one night when the three were out. His name is Paul and the two of them have been very close since. Paul has always treated me respectfully almost acknowledging that Sandy is my fiancé but he is her lover. Unlike Mark, he's not really into fucking my ass but he does enjoy having me suck him off either before or after he fucks Sandy.

I haven't fucked Sandy, or any woman for that matter since March, but Sandy still fucks me regularly in the ass with her strapon and loves having me eat her out after one of her lovers has fucked her pussy.

We are to get married next month and she had me book a cruise with a suite for the two of us and Paul. While Sandy has assured me she intends to allow me to fuck her on our wedding night, she has already made it clear that Paul will do so first. While I was initially disappointed, she let me know that Larry and Ann would also be going and I would likely be spending a great deal of time with Larry.

Two weeks ago, Sandy informed me that she wanted me to have a tattoo as she intended to get one as well. She told me it was to be of a man kneeling naked before another man, sucking his hard cock. She would have it placed on the cheek of my ass and held out a folded slip of paper. She informed me I was to hand that to the artist, and have him tattoo it exactly as shown.

I couldn't believe what she was asking me to do but was resigned to do as she asked. I figured anyone who saw it on my ass would likely already know I was a submissive cock slut.

When I handed the paper to the male tattoo artist, he asked if I was sure I wanted this particular design. I was embarrassed as hell but told him, yea, I was sure.

He had me climb into a chair and strapped me down so I didn't move as he inked my ass. It didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would and for good reamister. When I got home, instead of the kneeling man giving a blow job, it was three circles. One with an arrow, linked with one with a cross, and then another with an arrow that hangs limp. Later, Sandy explained that was the mark of a cuckold. Sandy enjoys having me show off the tat to her lesbian girlfriends or one of the many guys she brings home from time to time.

While I was there, I asked could I get my nipples pierced like Larry's. While he had bar bells, I selected a 14 gauge captive bead hoop. The little gold hoops look great on my nipples but I have to admit it hurt like hell. Larry had said it wasn't that bad when he had it done but mine hurt like cuckolds brownie. Particularly the second one! The guy at the tattoo parlor said it may be about four to six months before they were completely healed up.

Larry was excited when he saw them and spends a great deal of time playing with them. I really believe piercing them has made them more sensitive. Regardless, I love the look and am really glad I had it done.

Sandy got a tattoo like Cindy's. If you recall, Cindy had a black spade with the letter "Q" on the nape of her neck. Sandy had the same design placed just to the right of her little shaved pussy. Like Ann, Sandy prefers lesbian sex to that of a man now. But when she does crave cock, she is black only.

When Sandy travels, she locks my cock in our cucky cage. The CB6000 prevents me from getting a hard on so I avoid looking at the Internet pornography that I used to enjoy but got me into trouble in the first place. The cage is only left on when Sandy travels or occasionally when she has some of her lesbian girlfriends over. They enjoy putting on a show for me knowing that I can do little about it as they lick each other's pussies or fuck each other with a strapon.

Larry and I get together quite often when the girls go out. I really enjoy having him fuck me or perhaps me fucking him. We both clean up the girls when they come home from a night out fucking at the club.

Looking back to last March, I could have never imaged that today I would be a bisexual cuckold whose fiancée is a lesbian black cock slut. I'm not sure I have ever been happier and I know that while Sandy prefers sex with other people, she loves me more than she ever did. To our family and long time friends, we are a devoted couple whose love knows no bounds. At home, she has total control over our sex lives. She is the love of my life ... and I am her devoted little cuck.

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Conrad's Secret


As Conrad approached her desk, Debbie prepared herself to get pissed off. She hated Conrad, absolutely hated him. He was an arrogant prick, and he was fairly high up in the company's food chain. Debbie always made an effort to give Conrad a hard time whenever she could.

"Good morning Conrad, forget how to turn on your PC while you were gone?" She asked with false sweetness.

"Very funny. No, I forgot my password. Please change it for me." He returned, thinking to himself that even her expensive maroon business suit couldn't hide her portly figure.

"OK. I'll change it to something you can remember until you get back to your desk." Debbie told him, having an idea. Usually she changed people's passwords to "password", and they would log on set their own new choice. Conrad deserved special treatment though.

"Alright, it's done. I've changed your password to 'bad memory', all one word."

"Very funny." Conrad told her, making sure she could tell from his face that he didn't think it very funny at all before he turned and stomped off.

"Make sure you remember to change it." She called after him, chuckling lightly at the chance to make Conrad's day even a little bit unhappier.

Back at his desk Conrad tore into the workload that had piled up in his absence. Just returning all the voice mail and e-mail took him several hours. It was an hour after quitting time when he finally felt satisfied that he was caught up. He glanced out of his office door and saw that the outer offices in his department were deserted. He closed his door and fired up his web browser, it was time to have fun.

Debbie waited until over an hour after quitting time to check if there were any connections to the server still open. She had maintenance to do that required she take down the server, and she wanted to wait until there was nobody connected to it. There were still three users connected, so she went back to reading the news on a popular web site.

A half hour later, Debbie checked again and there was still one user connected. She was getting pretty bored, and wanted to get home and watch her taped soaps. She clicked on the button that would let her see who was still connected, and found it was Conrad's machine. She thought about just disconnecting him, but then decided to take a peek at what was on his machine instead.

She mapped a drive to Conrad's machine using the hidden system share that every drive in Windows NT has associated with it. Looking at his hard drive, she wasn't sure where to probe around. First she looked at his e-mail, but it was all pretty boring office stuff. Next she used an image browser to see what was in the cache of his web browser. She practically fell off of her seat when she saw what Conrad had been looking at.

Image after perverted image showed on her screen as she marveled at the sort of twisted pervert Conrad must be. In his office, Conrad was visiting his favorite sites, saving every image he liked to his hard drive. He had a PC at home, but he loved to surf at work where he had a fast LAN connection to the internet.

There was only one type of porn he was looking for, images and stories about women sitting on men's faces. In the picture he was looking at at that moment, a beautiful blond was grinding her bare ass in some lucky guy's face. What he wouldn't give to be that guy.

Debbie quickly found Conrad's entire stash of images by searching his drive for files with the .jpg extension. He had several *hundred* megabytes of images stored in a deeply nested directory. And .txt files that were kinky stories too. After reading a few, Debbie opened up the backup software the company used, and told it to back up Conrad's entire machine.

Conrad cursed as his machine seemed to slow down even more. For some reamister it had been running slower than usual for the last half hour. Finally it started to behave normally again. He switched to another of his favorite sites and started browsing.

The backup of Conrad's machine complete, Debbie hid the DLT tape away. Conrad would be fired for sure. She smiled at the thought of how humiliated he would be when she busted him the next day. Still connected to his machine, she had a kinky idea as she looked through Conrad's stash. She copied a few choice images off to her machine, and then began setting up scheduling the print job. She set it for a five minute delay, and then she stood up and started for Conrad's office.

Conrad practically jumped out of his seat when Debbie knocked on his office door. He panicked, and frantically dashed to close all his browser windows and adjust his erection in his pants so it wouldn't show.

"Come in." Conrad was extra pissed to see that it was Debbie who had surprised him at this late hour.

"What do you want?" He asked her. She didn't answer, but instead stepped inside his office and close the door.

She'd timed it just perfectly, and the light on the top of his laser printer started flashing as she turned to face him.

"What the-what's going on?" He demanded as the printer began printing.

"Look and see what you're printing." Conrad was astonished at the sight of the facesitting images that were coming out of his printer. He had a sinking feeling as he realized how much trouble he was in.

"I noticed some unusual activity, and look what I found." Said with a nasty smile.

She had set up the images to print to his machine's printer for dramatic effect.

"Please Debbie, don't tell anyone about this." He quickly started to plead with her.

"I'm sorry Conrad, but this is totally against the corporate IS policies. I've backed up your entire machine to the servers, and you're sure to be fired unless...."

"Unless what?" He asked eagerly.

He would give her how ever much she wanted. He knew that if she exposed him his career would be ruined.

"I *really* like the idea of seeing you publicly humiliated. But if you do *everything* I say, right now, I might just settle for humiliating you in private."

"What do you mean?"

Debbie picked up one of the pages from the printer and dangled it between her thumb and forefinger. "This. I want to do this to you." She told him.

Conrad's cock twitched in his pants in spite of himself. Even though he hated her, now more than ever, the thought of actually being facesat in real life turned him on. His own perversion disgusted him now. He wanted to be dominated by a beautiful blond with huge silicone pumped tits, not some fat frumpy computer geek-ette whose body was shaped like a pear.

Even her expensive maroon business suit couldn't hide her shape. But he couldn't let her ruin him. He decided he had to do it.

"Okay.

"You'll do whatever I tell you? No matter how humiliating? Otherwise you're fucked." She told him.

"Yes."

"Stand up." She ordered, and he did. He stood shifting uneasily from side to side as she pulled the chair away from him. She sat down in it, facing him.

"Now get down on your knees." She ordered him, glancing up at his little "egg-cam" to ensure that its little green led was lit as he knelt down.

He was totally unaware that the video-conferencing camera was busily streaming video to one of the servers.

"Now kiss my foot."

Once again, in spite of himself, he was turned on by being ordered around by a woman as he knelt down and pressed his mouth to her shoe. She pushed his head away with her foot and stood up in front of him. He watched, on his knees, as she turned around and placed her ample behind in front of his face.

"Now kiss my ass, slave!" She commanded him powerfully.

She wasn't sure he'd actually do it until she felt his hands at her hips as he leaned forward and kissed her ass. Pressing his lips to the tight maroon sheath covering her ripe bottom, Conrad found himself with a full erection. The situation he was in was truly humiliating, yet that just seemed to turn him on even more.

"Tell me you love it." She told him.

"I love it." He said, still kissing her behind.

"You love what? Say it!"

"I love...your ass."

Debbie was amazed that he was doing what she ordered. It was making her hot, controlling and humiliating him this way.

"I bet you want me to sit on your worthless face. Don't you? Beg me. Beg me to sit on your face."

"Please Debbie, please sit on my face." He pleaded to her.

She couldn't believe how into this he was getting. It seemed that the more she used him the more he liked it. She stepped away from him, and turned around. Looking down at him she had to laugh. There he was, kneeling in a suit with an erection bulging in his pants. She giggled a little at the sight of him, and his face flushed red. "Turn around and sit in front of the chair." She ordered, and he did as she wished.

"Now lay your head back on the chair, and get ready to be my seat."

Conrad lay his head back on the chair, reamistering that it wouldn't be too bad. She'd sit on his face and then she'd leave. He got more and more apprehensive though, as she turned around and began to actually lower her broad ass towards his face. His cock strained rock-hard in his pants as her ass first lightly brushed his face. And then suddenly she just sat her full weight down onto his face.

She wiggled her butt until his face was mashed deep into the crevice between her huge pillow-like ass-cheeks. Unlike the guys in the pictures he downloaded, whose foreheads or chins were always visible, Conrad's face totally disappeared under Debbie's ass. It was really frightening to have your breath completely cut off, and Conrad lifted his arms to struggle.

"Give me those." Debbie said as she grabbed Conrad's wrists and held his arms down to her thighs.

Debbie was enjoying sladying Conrad under her ass, and she didn't want him struggling free. Kicking off her shoes, she moved her feet up onto Conrad's thighs so that all of her weight was now supported either by his face or his legs. She had him completely trapped. He kept struggling to move his hands, but she held them tight. She heard muffled cries of distress and it just made her laugh. She loved this.

"Mmmmm. This feels really nice".

"What's wrong Conrad, can't breathe?" She said laughing at his predicament.

Debbie began stroking Conrad's erection with her foot. He was struggling less and less now, but he was still bulging in his pants.

"It's obvious you like having my ass in your face. You must be in heaven under there." She laughed, wiggling her ass for emphasis.

Conrad was desperate for air. The fat cow must have been crushing his face for almost a minute now and he was about to pass out.

Finally he could breathe again as she stepped off of his legs and lifted her ass up off of his face. He gasped weakly for breath, and barely felt it as she reached down and opened his fly. He was aware that she was yanking his erection out of his pants, but he could only lay there gasping.

Suddenly she began to squat down over him again, and he tried to stop her but it was no use. She had all the weight and leverage she needed to easily overpower him in his weakened state.

She sat her fat rump down on his face again, depriving him of the oxygen he needed so badly. Now he was getting really terrified. She had control of his hands again and he was totally helpless.

"Conrad, if you want to breathe you're going to have to do exactly what I say. I'm going to get up again, but I'm going to sit right back down unless you start masturbating and saying 'I love Debbie's ass.'" She told him.

She lifted off of his face, and he just lay there gasping again. It was a struggle just to breathe for him.

Unhappy that he wasn't obeying her, she sat back down on him. Conrad was paralyzed with fear. This fat bitch was crazy! She was going to fetishte him if she didn't let up. He reached down and began to feebly stroke his erection, and immediately she climbed off of him.

"I......love......Debbby's.....ass." He managed to wheeze as he fought to fill his lungs with air.

Debbie still hovered over him, squatting with her ass only an inch from his face.

"I....love..Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass." He kept saying it as he jerked off

Something about having this woman take control of him was making him so hot. The more he said the humiliating phrase, the more aroused he got. He stroked faster and faster.

"I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass". He cried out as he came, his cum bursting up into the air like some demented fountain.

"Good boy! Now it's time for your nap." Debbie told him, before sitting back down on his face.

This time she sat continuously for close to a minute, ignoring his muffled cries. Lifting up, she let him have only the tiniest breath and then continued sladying him. He got weaker and weaker as she repeated this cycle several times, until finally when she lifted her ass up, he didn't even move. Debbie thought she'd *******ed him, for an instant, until she realized he was still breathing, lightly.

She left him and headed back to her office. Debbie couldn't wait to play back the huge avi file that was storing on the server now. She planned to copy it down to her laptop and take it home with her. The video conferencing connection was still running, and Debbie returned in time to see Conrad began to stir. He groaned and coughed a little and gradually regained full consciousness.

She watched, enjoying the voyeuristic thrill of observing unnoticed. What she saw next was astounding. Conrad was beginning to masturbate! Watching Conrad masturbate, she realized he was turned on by what she had done to him. It made her so hot she almost started to masturbate herself, but then she had a better idea. Why not go use Conrad!

In his office, Conrad was jerking off. He couldn't believe what had happened to him. Debbie had just come and taken control of him. He was embarrassed, but aroused as well. He'd actually been facesat by Debbie! He was so caught up in what he was doing, jerking at his hard cock, that Debbie totally surprised him when she burst in. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

"You pathetic little fuck. You loved my ass so much you couldn't even wait until you got home to masturbate".

Get down on your knees!" She ordered him.

He didn't know what to do. He sank to his knees in front of the chair, his erection straining in front of him. Debbie stepped in front of him, and glared down at him.

"You were thinking about me, weren't you?"

"Y-yes."

"I'll give you something to think about." She told him, and then she pulled his face forward into her crotch! She held his face there, sladying him with her crotch.

He didn't struggle very much, and she easily held him there.

"Can you smell my wet pussy? You're going to get to see in a moment. I already let you have an orgasm once today, and you think you can just have another?"

"If anybody's going to cum around here it's going to be me!"

"I'm going to throw you down and then I going to plant my naked pussy in your face and you're going to make me cum or I'll just slady your worthless little face until you die!" She shouted at him, while she continued to cut off his air.

He was starting to jerk and shake a little, so she let him fall back on the floor. He gasped and wheezed for breath while she quickly pulled off her pants and panties. She moved over him and he tried to hold her off but she easily planted her fleshy mound on his face. Her fat pussy was wet as it had ever been, and Conrad was submersed in the smell and taste of her.

"Suck it! Suck my pussy!"

She periodically let him gasp in a breath as he sucked and slurped, but as she got more and more aroused she started to just use his face. She began to hump his face without regard for his breath. She was in control, total control, and she was going to enjoy it. She crushed his head down under the power of the powerful, rhythmic thrusts of her hips.

She realized that he couldn't breathe at all, and it just turned her on more.

"Worthless little cuckolds brownie, now you see who's in charge".

"Can't breathe?"

"What are you going to do with my pussy in your face?"

"I think I might just slady you to death!"

He was making all sorts of funny moaning noises under her as she just kept grinding her pussy in his face until she couldn't take it anymore.

She came, crying out loudly as she bucked so hard against Conrad's face that he felt like she was going to destroy his face. She sat there, suffocating him in her wet sex as she shuddered with the power of orgasm after orgasm.

She continued to slady him until he was practically ***, before finally climbing off of him. Conrad lay gasping and moaning, his face wet with her juices, while Debbie pulled on her clothes.

She straightened herself out and then stood smiling over him.

"You'd better show up to work tomorrow. Don't worry, I'm not going to report you. I've got other plans. You and I have a date tomorrow night, you little worm." She told him, and then she walked out the door.

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Dear Karen

I just want to tell you what a pleasure it was to meet you at the contract negotiations last month in San Francisco. Because of you, it was a delightful trip and one that I hope to make again soon. You are such as beautiful and loving permister. You showed me the absolute ecstasy that one woman can bring to another. I never dreamed sex with a truly loving permister could be so wonderful. I also appreciate you listening so attentively to my ruminations about my unsatisfying marriage and my worthless husband who thinks he is the next Picasso and spends his time dabbling at painting. The advice that you gave me about how to get control of my marital situation made for entertaining conversation but I did not, at the time, dream that it might be put into practice. However, I came home late from the office one night last week and there the worthless bastard was lying on the couch watching TV. Not only has he been unemployed for the past three years but he makes no effort to employ himself around the house. The first thing out of his mouth when I came in was how long before dinner?

I was furious at him. Then I remembered our conversation and commanded him to get up off of his duff and face me when talking to me. He looked like he had been slapped. I told him to get on his feet and face me and to do it now and while he was at it to turn that damn TV off. I looked on in amazement as he complied. I went eye-to-eye with him and told him things were going to change around here. I told him this is a joint operation and I'm the only one around here holding down a full-time job and bringing home an income. I reminded him that as a successful attorney with large law firm I bring home a very nice income and it is for that reamister and that reamister alone that he has the luxury of pretending to be an artist. I told him that if he was happy with the current economic arrangement then it was fine with me but it was high time someone took on the job of homemaker.

William asked me what I wanted him to do. I told him to get his lazy butt in the kitchen and get busy with making us some dinner. That I was going to go take a nice hot shower, change clothes and have a glass of wine. By the time I finished my glass of wine I expected a decent meal to be prepared and on the table ready to eat.

I could tell from the expression on William's face that he was getting ready to lodge an objection. Before he could get started I told him here's the deal William you got two choices. First, you can get with my program and be the housewife in this arrangement or you can get your ass out of my condo. I will cancel your credit cards and if you dare to drive away from here in one of my cars I'll have you arrested for auto theft. In short, you can earn your keep here or live on the street for all I care. With that I turned and walked up the stairs to the bedroom.

Karen, I could hardly believe my eyes. When I came out of the bedroom in my nightgown and slippers and ready to pour myself a glass of wine, the little darling already had a glass of wine poured and waiting for me. He had on my ruffled apron and was busy as a bee working on dinner. I went into the living room and sat back in a comfortable chair and watched, as dinner was prepared. I sipped on my wine and felt myself begin to relax and consider how nice it might be to have a homemaker to keep up the domestic front while I was out slaving away in the corporate jungle.

As I watched William preparing dinner, I decided that a more diminutive name was in order for his new role. I decided on Billie Jean, which had been the name of a close friend from my high school days whose friends called her BJ. For all practical purposes, Billie Jean was going to be the "wife" in this relationship but referring to him, as my wife was somewhat incongruous. Therefore, I decided the perfect label would be to refer to him as my sissy husband. Billie Jean soon had dinner ready and on the table. He came into the living room and asked if I was ready to eat. I told him I was and we went into the dinning room. He pulled out a chair for me and I sat down. After I was seated he proceeded to serve me my dinner and then prepared a plate for himself and sat down. The meal was passable for a first attempt, which led me to think that he had promise as a cook. I told him the food was good and that I expected his cooking to get better with practice. I suggested that he might want to look into taking a cooking class.

Karen, Billie Jean actually seemed to be relieved to finally have a purpose and place in our life together. Just as you predicted he needed someone to take control and give him a direction and purpose in life. We had a pleasant evening listening to music and takeing wine. After a couple of glasses of wine we headed to the bedroom. I pulled out a pair of my pink satin pajamas and told Billie that he might as well look the part. He took the pajamas without a word and stripped his clothes off and put them on. I told him he looked sweet and that I was sure that he would get more comfortable with the idea of being a homemaker as time went on. I then got one of the best nights of relax that I have had in a while.

We have come a long way in a few weeks. A few days into our new arrangement I went into the bathroom and BJ was standing in front of the commode taking a leak. I told him I wanted him to stop, which he did as he gave me an incredulous look. I told him to put the seat down and to sit. After he was sitting, I told him to pee his heart out but not to ever raise that seat again unless he was cleaning the toilet. I stood there and watched him pee with the hint of a smile on my face at the thought that I would never have to put that toilet seat down again.

While he was sitting there, I told him that when he took his morning shower I wanted him to get rid of all his unsightly body hair. He asked me what hair in particular and I told him all of it. I told him that I wanted his entire body to be slick as a baby's butt, except his head hair. Without any argument BJ simply nodded and said OK. I told him that he would look much sexier shaved and that I wanted him to stay that way. I also told him to wash his hair and that he needed to use some conditioner on it. In the past, he had kept his long hair tied back in a ponytail. I told him to stop tying it back and that from now on I wanted him to put a little time into keeping his hair looking nice.

I stayed and supervised his bath to make sure he did a good job of shaving and washing his hair. After his shower was complete and he had dried off, I told him that since he and I were similar in size that I was sure my clothes would fit him. I told him that my clothing would look and feel much nicer than the drab rags he usually wore. I took him by the hand and led him into the bedroom. I opened the chest-of-drawers and tossed a nice pair of panties and a matching camisole on the bed and told him to start with those. I then went into the closet and looked through my dresses and found one that was attractive but functional that I thought would be nice for working around the house. I also grabbed a pair of low-heeled sandals from a rack in the closet and took them into the bedroom. BJ was standing beside the bed wearing the panties and camisole. I told him he looked sexy and that I had a few more things for him to wear. I handed him the dress and sandals. BJ slipped into the dress and then sat down on the dressing bench at the end of the bed and put on the shoes. I told him to get up and turn around. He complied and I thought he looked great.

Karen, I could hardly believe the transformation. BJ began trying things from my wardrobe and became in short order a pretty snazzy dresser. Perhaps that artistic eye that he has been cultivating has finally found a use. He has done a great job of keeping up the house and is becoming ever more adept at cooking. He has ordered several cookbooks and has been studying them and experimenting with a range of gourmet dishes. The only downside to this has been that since I have put him in drag he calls me to stop by the grocery and pick-up things he needs for cooking. I decided that I didn't have the time for this and besides he was the homemaker and the homemaker should be doing the shopping. I decided to take things up a notch.

One evening as soon as we finished eating, I told him that I had a surprise for him. I got my purse and told him to come with me. He hesitated for a moment and I told him I have an outing planned and you're not going to spoil it so come along. I turned and stared out of the condo. I didn't look back but I heard him behind me so I knew he was following. When we got to the elevator I turned and looked at him. He was very uncomfortable since this was the first time he had been out of the house wearing a dress. I told him to relax and just pretend he was back in the condo and everything would go smoothly. The elevator came and we went down to the parking garage. We only saw one other permister as we walked to my car and he hardly gave us a second look. We got in the car and I drove us out of the parking deck.

I had arranged with my beautician of some several years to give us an after-hours, private appointment. When we got to the shopping mall where her shop was located, I drove down into the delivery area under the building and parked in a space reserved for her shop. We got out of the car and rang the service bell. Denise came and let us in and led us to the working area of her shop. I told Denise that this was my sissy husband, BJ, who wanted to learn how to be the best woman that he could be. I thought BJ would curl up and die on the spot and the blush on his face was so bright it almost lit up the room. Denise turned and looked BJ over and told him that he had a pretty good start and that she was anxious to help him meet his goal. We stayed with Denise for several hours as she styled his hair to look more feminine. She also gave him a manicure and did his nails up in a very nice color. After that Denise spent some time demonstrating make-up techniques, having BJ try them and finally a lesmister on selecting proper clothing colors and make-up colors for his skin tone.

When Denise was finished, I was very pleased with the look she had created. BJ looked absolutely smashing. Denise had worked wonders on his eyebrows. She had nicely accented his eyes with shadow and liner. His lashes were now darkened and clearly visible. There was just a hint of blush on his cheeks and his lipstick color was perfect. I told him that I thought we should all go take a walk around the mall as a confidence building exercise. Denise said first she wanted to coach him a little on feminine movement, which she did along with some practice and critiques. We then took an uneventful walk through the mall and by the end of it BJ was moving and acting just like one of the girls.

After we got back to the shop, Denise let us out the back and told BJ to please call her if he had any questions. As BJ started for the car, Denise told me that she was so jealous of me for having such a compliant and beautiful sissy husband. She said the only thing left was to put some curves on him. She said to come by and she would take me to a shop where I could get some special padded briefs that would put a butt on BJ and get some very realistic prosthetic breasts for him. I thanked her and pressed a generous tip into her hand and told her I would be back soon. She told me anytime and that it had been fun.

We pulled out of the mall and headed for home. I told BJ that he really looked gorgeous and that if he had been alone in the mall he'd probably have had guys hitting on him. He grinned and looked pleased with the compliment. Before we got home, I pulled into a grocery and told BJ to go in and pick out a nice wine to celebrate with. He asked me if I was coming and I told me that I wasn't and that this was his solo outing in his new permistera. I handed him my purse to carry since he hadn't brought one himself. I told him to just relax and act as if he had done this hundreds of times and no one would give him a second look. He got out of the car straightened his dress a little and strode off across the parking lot and into the store. He looked very natural and everything went without a hitch. After he returned and got back into the car, I told him from now on that he would take care of the shopping as well. He nodded in agreement and we drove back to the condo. Once in side we had a couple of glasses of the wine BJ had picked out and called it an evening.

Since my last letter, I have finished transforming BJ's appearance. I went back to see Denise and she took me on a little shopping trip. We got some great "curves" for BJ and he fills out his clothes much better now. BJ looks and acts very feminine, is becoming a good cook and keeps the house spotless and maintains our clothing to a high standard. BJ has also become quite the clothes hound and is running up my credit card bills buying clothing for both of us. As it turns out, BJ's artistic eye can tune in on fashion quite well so his purchases are spot on. I no longer have to give a thought to shopping to maintain my wardrobe. In spite of all his duties as a homemaker, he has even found a little time for his painting. Amazingly, even his painting seems to have improved as a result of my taking control and creating his new role as my sissy husband. His paintings have taken on themes exploring his feminine side and depict males at various stages of feminization and in situations where they are subservient to their female partners. Life has been much easier for me and BJ is much happier than William ever was. The only thing missing from my life was sex.

A few nights ago, I was feeling pretty mellowed out and began to think about my tryst with you, which made me very horny. I so wanted to feel your eager and experienced lips and tongue playing on my body and pleasuring my wet vagina dripping with sweet, slick girl honey. I looked at BJ and thought why couldn't this beautiful she-male be my lesbian lover. The more I thought about it the more aroused I became. I got up and took BJ's hand pulling him to his feet and led him toward the bedroom. When we reached the bedroom, I pulled BJ around in front of me as I leaned back against our rather high bed. I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him toward the floor. I wasn't sure how he would respond but I think he felt the urgency behind my gentle downward pressure on his shoulders and complied.

When he was on his knees in front of me I pulled my gown up around my waist and spread my legs farther apart. I looked down into BJ's eyes and told him to make me come. His eyes shifted to my crouch and then he leaned forward and began kissing the inside of my thighs. Not nearly as well as you did Karen but I did so enjoy it. He soon began nuzzling my pubic mound and sniffing of my woman hood through my panties. I told him to pull my panties off and he did. I then leaned back more, reached down and took his head between my hands and guided his face into my pussy. Soon he was licking my pussy lips and sucking on my clit. I told him to thrust his tongue into my pussy and tongue fuck me. Karen, he never resisted or balked at anything I commanded. He was as compliant and obedient as one could wish for. Watching the top of his head moving between my legs and feeling him respond to my every command was exhilarating. I have never felt so in control and powerful in a sexual relationship as I felt while BJ was on his knees bowed before me eating my pussy. I think it must be how men feel when they have a woman kneeling before them sucking their cock. What a power trip and so sexy!

I was so horny and so aroused that I could hardly wait to have an orgasm. I grabbed BJ's head and pulled his face tight up against my pussy and pinned his head between my legs. I then began to thrust my pussy hard into his face and telling him to stick his tongue in deeper. I could feel his tongue sliding around in my slick cunt like a hot little dick. Whenever my hips pulled back a little for a new thrust I could hear BJ gasping for a breath of air. I was so turned on and so intent on reaching a climax I didn't care if he ***d. Shortly, I had an intense wave of orgasms that nearly caused me to pass out. I'm sure all the neighbors heard my screams of pleasure. I collapsed back on the bed exhausted and began to gently rub my tits to prolong the intense pleasure that was cascading through my body. I felt BJ slip a way and heard him fall back on the floor gasping.

Shortly, I sat up and looked down at BJ. He was lying there on the floor beside my bed. His mouth and nose were wet with my pussy juices. I saw movement and looked down his body and saw that he had hiked his skirt up exposing his nylon panties. His panties were stretch by his hard cock pressing to find a way out. I made a mental note that the next item on our shopping list would have to be a gaff to maintain a proper female profile between his legs so he wouldn't stretch out his panties. His hands had moved to his bulging cock as if to masturbate. I told him emphatically to stop. His hand jerked back from where it had been caressing his cock through his panties. I told him that he was not to play with my toy unless I gave him permission. He just lay there passively with his hands at his side, while he licked my juices from his lips.

Still in the mood for some more sex play, I slid off the bed and onto the floor beside BJ. I reached over and took the waistband of his panties and pulled them down part way. His rigid cock released from confinement leaped out and stood erect. I sat and admired my toy for a few moments before I began to play with it. I ran my finger nails slowly up the underside of my toy from its base to its tip. I was thrilled to see BJ shudder at my ministrations. I continued this for a few minutes and then took his balls in my cupped hand and gently rolled them around, which caused BJ to thrust his hips into the air. I could see little globs of pre-cum oozing out of the tip of my toy and decided that I wanted to see it erupt.

I took my toy in hand and began squeezing and releasing, squeezing and releasing it almost as if were a cow's tit being milked. I was soon rewarded with several spasms and a generous amount of hot, sticky cum. The first spurt went straight up in the air and came down on BJ's abdomen. I moved my hand over the head and the remaining spurts splashed against my palm and then slid down the shaft. When BJ quit moaning, I told him to sit up. He sat up and looked at me out of eyes that were drooping with exhaustion. I told him that he had made a perfect mess of my hand and that he should clean it up. I held my hand covered in cum out to him and gave him a one word commanded -- "lick."

Karen, I almost came again myself sitting there watching him eat cum from my hand. When he had my hand cleaned up, I scooped up the cum on his stomach and fed that to him. After that I ran my fingers up my toy's shaft and got the excess off it and then milked the last few globs from the head into my hand, which BJ dutifully slurped and licked up. Sex was back in my life and better than ever. We both crashed into the bed and were soon sound arelax.

You helped me explore the fantastic feelings that breasts can produce when properly handled and I yearned to replicate the feelings that you elicited from my tits. So, since my last letter I have been training BJ to be the consummate breast lover. I have coached him in techniques that I recall you using and he has become very adept at manipulating my erect nipples with his lips, tongue and teeth. I've also taught him your finger to nipple techniques and whole breast hand massage. I can now enjoy long sensuous evenings or weekend mornings of sexual arousal and even orgasm produced solely by BJ's dedicated attention to my breasts. What a wonderful gift your advice has turned out to be. I now have my husband and marriage firmly under my control and am enjoying the best sex I've ever had, excepting of course your wonderful ministrations. What a treat to it is to have my little boy bitch always ready and willing to pleasure me on command.

BJ's has become the perfect homemaker that I needed so that I could fully focus on my corporate law practice. Recently, I decided that it was time to have a few of the "girls" over for a little social. The "girls" are a small group of successful women attorneys here in town that gets together once a month for lunch to talk about methods for being successful in high-powered law firms dominated by men. I thought that I would invite them to my condo for lunch and have BJ prepare lunch and serve us. To be honest Karen, I really wanted to show off BJ. I was certain that having taken over the dominant role in my marriage and molded my spouse into the perfect sissy husband to support me in my career would make me the envy of the group. I contacted the girls and they agreed to hold the lunch meeting at my condo.

BJ was excited about having a party and very anxious about everything going well. He cleaned the condo until it was spotless and prepared a very nice but light lunch. I had purchased him a very nice black satin serving uniform with a ruffled white apron just for the occasion. When the girls began arriving BJ looked great. He had done a perfect job on his make-up and had his hair pinned up with a little cap perched on top of his head. He also had some small, pretty earrings adorning his pierced ear lobes. The uniform was impeccable and his legs looked great in the white nylons covering them and ending in black pumps. BJ answered the doorbell each time it rang and invited the guest in then showed them into the living room where he took their wraps and purses and whisked them off to the bedroom where they would not be in the way. BJ's movement was very graceful and fluid as he conducted himself around the condo giving the impression of efficient professionalism. I was so proud of him that I am sure I was just beaming.

After everyone had arrived, we moved to the dining room and took seats at the nicely decorated table that BJ had furnished with our best china. BJ then proceed to serve lunch and attend to our every need while giving the impression that he was enjoying his work. While we ate our lunch, BJ removed himself to the kitchen and began cleaning up. We had the usual conversation about the male pigs that we all had to deal with in the firms where we worked and related things we had used to minimize their effect on our work and move up the career ladder. When everyone was finished with this topic, I suggested that we go back into the living room and have a glass of wine to finish off our lunch. We sipped on our wine and gossiped a bit about this and that until someone asked me where I had found such a wonderful domestic. I stood and called BJ in to the living room. I took him by the hand and told the ladies that my wonderful domestic was actually my wonderful sissy husband and that I had not found him but created him.

There was a look of disbelief on their faces so I told BJ to show the ladies my toy. With a smile BJ said, "yes madam" and reached under his skirt, unsnapped his garter belt, pulled down his panties and released his gaff. He then lifted his skirt up around his waist and my compacted toy became visible. I told the ladies that anyone who still had doubts had my permission to come up and feel out the authenticity of what they saw for themselves. One adventurous soul actually came up and cupped BJ's shaved balls in her hand and then turned to the other ladies and with a big grin said, "nuts." The room was filled with nervous giggles and whispered comments. BJ excused himself and retired to the bedroom to repackage my toy.

Karen, the girls were really envious and just full of questions about how I had managed to take control of my marriage and transform my husband into the perfect homemaker. I pointed out that it was much easier than I had ever imagined. I told them that I had recently met an attorney in San Francisco who had suggested that I simply take control of my marriage by asserting myself and insisting on my husband making a significant contribution to our home life. The idea to transform him into my sissy husband followed naturally from his acceptance of the idea of his becoming a homemaker. By this time BJ was back and the girls fawned over him and asked him several questions about his wardrobe, make-up and hair. A few of them were even bold enough to squeeze his silicon tits and butt pads. Most of the questions were about his household duties including compliments on how well he obviously performed them. As my guests departed, they couldn't resist giving BJ one last look and as they said their good byes to me, there were grins on their faces and envy in their eyes.

After we had the luncheon, I noticed the beginnings of a regular stream of ladies calling for appointments to view BJ's artwork. These ladies were clearly excited about the turn that BJ's artistic expression had taken and were anxious to purchase his paintings. He has even gotten several very nice commissions to do specific paintings desired by his lady patrons and is now making a pretty nice income from his art. It was also pretty obvious to me that the ladies had an interest in meeting and getting a good look at the artist as well as the art. I am regularly amused at the look upon their faces when they see him and the envy in their eyes when they speak with me.

Following my successful luncheon, I was simply giddy with success. One result of this was I became man hungry. I wanted the warm, full feeling that only a hard cock could provide but I didn't want to demean myself by submitting to being fucked by my sissy husband. In fact, I could hardly imagine submitting to being used by any man for his pleasure. What a dilemma these contradictory feelings put me in. While I was struggling with this dilemma, I ran into an attorney from another law firm in a bar where I'd met a client for a take. Shortly, the client had to leave to catch her train and I noticed Frank. Frank is a handsome man who looks athletic and has a pleasant disposition. I thought maybe Frank could be the answer to my dilemma. I went over and said hello. Frank invited me to sit down and have a take with him, which I did. After several takes it became apparent that we were getting on very well and I asked him if he'd like to come up to my condo, which was a short walk away. Frank grinned like guys do when they think they've just gotten lucky and said he'd love to see my condo. A bit tipsy we left the bar and walked to the building where my condo was located.

We arrived at the door and I let us in. BJ had been preparing dinner and seemed surprised that I'd brought someone home with me. He asked if we had a guest for dinner and I told him to put dinner on hold for now. I led Frank into the living room and told BJ to mix us some takes. When BJ arrived with the takes Frank and I were kissing and pressing body parts. I could feel his cock swelling in his trousers and knew that he was nicely endowed. Ideas for how I might get control of this situation began running rampant in my head. I wanted his cock but I wanted to maintain some control. I decided the first thing I needed to do was cool him down a bit. I unfastened his belt and unbuttoned his pants and pulled then down exposing his under shorts. His rigid cock was now highly evident and his kisses were becoming very passionate and insistent. I slipped his short down so that he now stood with his clothing around his ankles and his member charged and ready for action. I called BJ over. I asked Frank if he'd mind if my sissy husband found out what a handful of balls on a real man felt like. Frank looked a bit taken aback and looked at BJ as if for the first time. I could tell he was unsure whether I was serious about BJ being my sissy husband but he as too aroused to really care and nodded agreement.

I took BJ's hand and guided it to Frank's balls and told him to get a good feel, which he did. I then moved his hand up to Frank's cock and told BJ to wrap his hand around it. The look in BJ's eyes and his breathing told me that he was turned on. I moved behind him and pressed down on his shoulders. I had pushed him down to service my cunt so often by now that BJ dropped to his knees reflexively. I told Frank that we were going to get started by my sissy husband giving him a blowjob. Frank was so horny that he was ready for anything that would give him some relief. I told BJ to suck Frank's cock. He looked at me as if to ask, "what?" I told BJ, I promised Frank a blowjob and that I love to watch a cock getting sucked, so that the only way we were both going to be happy was for him to suck Frank off while I watched. I told him we'd already established that he would eat cum from my hand and it wouldn't be that big a jump to take cum from the source. As I knew he would BJ submissively leaned forward, opened his mouth and engulfed Frank's member. This little scene and conversation with BJ had Frank in a near frenzy. He let BJ suck and lick on his cock for a few moments and then couldn't stand passively accepting BJ's attentions. Frank grabbed BJ's face between his large well-manicured hands and took control. Soon he was face-fucking BJ like his mouth was the greatest piece of pussy his cock had ever encountered. I had sat down on a chair close to the action and hiked up my dress, pulled down my panties and plunged a finger deep into my dripping wet cunt.

I heard Frank grunt and saw his cock spasm as he shoved it about as deep into BJ's mouth as it would go. Frank's body jerked several times as his balls pumped cum through his dick and into BJ's mouth. Frank finally collapsed back onto the couch that was behind him pulling his still rigid cock from BJ's mouth. BJ turned toward me and I could see that he was holding a mouth full of cum uncertain what to do next. I told him to swallow it all and get busy cleaning Frank up. BJ gulped down the load he was holding in his mouth and moved over to where he could lick Frank's cock clean. Frank definitely looked cooled down now.

Next, I needed to get him aroused again so I could make use of his cock. I told BJ to get over here and eat my pussy, which he dutifully did. Frank sat collapsed back into the couch and watched as BJ sucked and licked my sloppy wet pussy. I commanded BJ to put his tongue as deep into my pussy as he could and I humped his face and tongue until I shuddered with an orgasm. I pushed BJ away and looked at Frank. As I had hoped, he had gotten aroused watching BJ go down on me and his member was at attention again. I got up and went over to the couch and told him to stretch out. Frank was now in a more passive frame of mind and did so. I climbed up on him and positioned my dripping cunt over his erect member. I slowly lowered myself down on his stiff pole. The soft plump head of his cock gently spread me open and his rigid shaft followed the head deep into my body. It was an exquisite feeling that I had not experienced in some time. Once Frank was fully embedded in me, I fucked myself silly on his rod while he lay beneath me and held onto my tits, which he gently massaged. I must have had another half dozen orgasms but Frank never reached a second climax, which was not unexpected since men seem to be so limited in the amount of pleasure they can sustain.

I collapsed on top of Frank and after a short respite from my arduous activity; I got up and looked around for BJ. He was sitting in a chair and had apparently been watching. He seemed to be highly aroused by the escapade but was being a good little boy bitch and had not played with my toy. I told him to get over to the couch and to clean Frank up and that he could play with my toy while he did it. He was soon licking and sucking on Frank's member, which in spite of BJ's ministrations was melting down. BJ was at the same time eagerly playing with my toy. I told him to catch his sissy juice in his hand and not to get any of it on my carpet. Soon enough he shot his little batch of sissy juice into his hand and slumped down with Frank's limp dick in his mouth. I gave them a minute and then told BJ to go take a shower. I told Frank that I thought his luck had run out and he needed to be on his way. After Frank left BJ and I had a nice dinner and discussed our little adventure.

Well, I have had quite a surprise. I came home at lunchtime recently and found BJ had a visitor. I walked into the bedroom and there was BJ and Frank. BJ was only wearing a bra and panties along with stockings held up by a garter belt. He was on his knees beside the bed and Frank was sprawled back across the bed. Frank's pants and shorts were down around his ankles and BJ's head was bobbing up and down on Frank's rigid cock as his mouth and saliva made loud slurping sounds. It was disgusting! The little cuckolds brownie was actually cheating on me. I slammed the bedroom door to announce my presence and both of them immediately focused on me. I had to suppress an urge to laugh at how comical BJ looked with the cuckolds brownie-eating grin he had on his face, which was distorted by the head of Frank's cock puckered in his lips. I told Frank he had two minutes to vacate the premises or I would cut his balls off. Frank wasted no time in getting his pants up and beating a hasty retreat.

Apparently, BJ's recent blow job had been a most excellent experience for Frank, not to mention BJ. BJ told me that Frank had been coming by at lunchtime almost every day. I told BJ that it looked to me like he was an unfaithful cock slut and that I was half a mind to throw his ass out. BJ pleaded with me to forgive him and let him have a second chance. He said that he was only doing Frank because he thought I want him to keep Frank happy. I told BJ that was a load of crap and that he was doing Frank because he was a cock slut and enjoyed sucking Frank off. I reminded BJ that he was my sissy husband and that I was very disappointed in his behavior. I told him that he was never to suck cock again without my permission. BJ submissively nodded his head with eyes cast down as if inspecting the floor. I told him that I had to get back to work and that I would give his unfaithfulness further thought. As I headed back to work, I felt like a cuckold and I didn't like the feeling. I knew that I needed to find a way to put myself firmly back in full control of BJ. As I drove toward work, I noticed a sex shop and an exciting idea came rushing into my mind. I resolved to make a stop on the way home.

Karen, when I visited the sex shop that evening I found the perfect instrument for my pleasure and BJ's discipline. The shop had a line of two headed dildos. I found one that was designed to slide into a vagina leaving half the shaft and the other head sticking out at a 90-degree angle to the body looking just like a fully erect cock. I purchased the dildo and some permisteral lubricant and hurried home. When I got home BJ had gone all out to prepare a great dinner, so I sat down at the dinner table. After we had finished out meal, I told BJ to come with me to the bedroom. When we got to the bedroom, I opened my briefcase and removed the dildo placing it on the bed. BJ's eyes were fixated on the dildo. I told him to take it in the bathroom and give it a nice washing with hot water. While he was gone, I took off my dress, removed my panties and fingered myself until I was nice and wet in anticipation of what was to come.

When BJ returned with the washed dildo, I handed him the lube and told him to grease up one end, which he did. I then. I then took the dildo from his hand, spread my legs and slide the greased dildo deep into my pussy. I then fastened the restraining straps and looked at BJ whose was staring at the erect cock protruding from between my legs. I told BJ if he was going to be a cock slut he could go down on my "cock." He dropped to his knees and I pressed the dildo toward his face. BJ opened his mouth and let the dildo penetrate his lips and push into his mouth. I then stood over him and watched as he sucked and licked my "cock" just like he had done Frank. Watching the way BJ dedicated himself to my "cock" convinced me that I was back in control. The more he sucked the hotter I got. Finally, I needed more action than I was getting so I grabbed his face between my hands and began thrusting the dildo deep into his mouth, powering it into his throat. As I did this, there was an equal reaction on the other end that gave my cunt a wonderful massage. Soon I was happily humping away and enjoying watching BJ on his knees submitting to being face fucked by my "cock."

After I had a couple of orgasms face fucking BJ, I withdrew the dildo from his mouth and told him to stand up. When he was standing I turned him toward the bed, pushed on his back until he leaned forward with his hands on the bed, raised his skirt, pulled his panties down his smooth, bare legs and around his ankles. I told him to step out of the panties, which he did though the high heel sandals he was wearing caused some minor problems. I told him to stay put and went into the bathroom where I got a latex finger sheath and some tissues. I went back to the bedroom and greased up my finger with copious amounts of lube. I pulled one of his butt cheeks aside with my free hand and inserted my lubed finger into his butt hole. I worked the lube in and then repeated the process. When his hole was slick as a wet cunt, I began to slid my finger in and out of his hole telling him what a nice feeling it was to finger fuck him. Karen, the little cock slut was practically purring.

I pulled my finger out and wiped it with tissue while removing the latex sheath. Next, I started lubing up my erect "cock." Wow, what a powerful feeling to have that rigid pole protruding from my body as I felt the firm shaft slide through my amply lubed hand. When the shaft and head were well lubed, I turned back to BJ who was still bent over the bed waiting for me. I stepped up and spread his cheeks and pressed the head of my "cock" against his butt hole. BJ meekly told me that he thought I was too big for his hole. I told him virgins always thought that way. I told him to relax his muscles and flow with it. I pushed hard and saw the head pop through the opening and into his waiting tunnel. BJ groaned and whimpered that it hurt. I told him that if he wanted to be a cock slut he would just have to endure some discomfort until he was experienced. I then worked my pole in deeper filling up his tunnel. When I was fully in, I grasped his hips in my hands and began to hump his butt. The little twit whined and cried as I fucked him. The more he whined the hotter I got. It was a real thrill to look down and see BJ impaled on my "cock" and unable to do anything but submit to my desire. As I happily humped away, I was flooded with orgasms like I'd never had before. It was all I could do to maintain my position behind BJ and stay on my feet.

Finally, I reached an end to my orgasms and decided to give BJ a little reward. I reached down and released his gaff and let his little dick hang free. I took the limp member in my hand and started to massage it. It soon came to life and filled my hand. I then played with my toy until it erupted and spat its juice onto the bed. I pulled out of BJ's butt hole and he collapsed onto the bed. I told him to get up, which he did. He had wet stains from his juice on his skirt. I unfastened the dildo and pulled it out of my pussy. I handed it to BJ and told him to clean everything up and then to come have a glass of wine. While we were takeing our wine, I told BJ to start douching my new toy and to keep it pristine for me. With eyes cast down he just nodded in acknowledgment. I told him that after he was "broken" in that maybe we could have Frank over again for a threesome. At that, BJ looked up into my eyes and his ruby red lips spread in a smile as his highlighted eyes virtually glowed with anticipation. I do truly love having a sissy husband. He is a real sweet boy, a wonderful homemaker and dedicated to my pleasure.

P.S. When you and your new partner come to town for the convention in a few months, please plan to stay with me. Maybe we can have a little sex party and gang bang BJ for a warm-up. The little cock slut will probably love it.

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Escapade


I'll never forget Homecoming this year. My boyfriend, Blake, came by my dorm to pick me up around 6 pm. He was in a very excited state and I could tell something was in the works. I asked him why he was so hyper and he told me that he was about to win the sex escapades, which was an annual challenge his fraternity put up each year to its members. There was a $2500 prize for the winner, which was determined by a committee of seven senior members. The way it worked any member that wanted to contest for the prize arranged a sexual escapade for the committee. At the end of the school year the committee voted on the best escapade and the winner got the prize money. Members of the fraternity could buy tickets to watch the escapade on the fraternity's closed circuit TV system, which was how the prize money was raised. Pulling off a really good escapade had grown progressively more difficult over the years because the word had gotten around and all the girls on campus were on their guard. Occasionally, a good escapade could be pulled off drawing on a naïve freshman or a clueless town girl but otherwise it was a tough gig.

I learned as we drove that Blake had met a guy earlier in the day that he was willing to bet was, as he put it, a sissy boy. It seems Blake had met this guy, James, at the library while he was checking in some books. When one of the books fell to the floor, James retrieved it. Blake said that when James bent over to get the book his shirt rode up his back and exposed the waistband of a pair of pink panties. Blake said that it hit him right then and there like an epiphany that the $2500 was his for the taking. As soon as James turned back to face him, Blake remarked that he hadn't seen him in the library before. James told Blake that he had recently transferred from another school and started working at the library just this week. Blake said he invited James to attend a homecoming party at the frat house and James accepted. Blake told me that we were in fact on our way to pick James up as we spoke.

I waited in the car while Blake went to fetch James and when they returned Blake introduced James to me and I leaned forward so that James could get into the rear seat of the car. I looked carefully as James crawled into the back seat hoping to get a peak of his underwear and verify for myself that this slightly built and pretty boy was wearing panties. Alas, my curiosity had to go unsatisfied as his shirt was tucked in and did not pull out of his pants. I was so anxious to know if it was really true that he wore panties that I almost asked him outright but didn't want to spoil Blake's escapade plan. We soon arrived at the party and Blake took James in tow and the three of us made the rounds having takes and talking with members of the committee who had been alerted that an escapade was on tap. I could see that they were a bit puzzled about how James fit into the plan. We soon made our way to the upstairs room used for escapades and I slipped away to go to the in house theater in the basement with a complimentary ticket provided by Blake. Normally, only members were allowed to purchase tickets but an exception was made for an occasional guest from time to time.

I got settled in along with a number of other ticket holders and the door was locked to keep out intruders. One of the members fired up the big screen plasma TV and we saw Blake ushering in the last of the committee, closing the door and locking it. Blake walked over and joined the group of guys, which included James. Blake asked the group, "How many of you have ever had your dick sucked by a sissy boy?" No one in the group volunteered having had that experience. Next, Blake said, "I have it on good authority that you've never had a really good blow job until you've had you cock sucked by a sissy." Several of the group nodded their head as if to confirm this piece of sexual lore. Blake next asked, "Would you agree that a guy that wears panties is a sissy boy? Again there were nods all around. We could see that James was getting very uncomfortable with where the conversation was going. Blake next announced, "Well, brothers I think we have a sissy boy right here in our mist," as he looked directly at James who looked as if he would like to shrink into invisibility. "I say let's have a look and see if Jamie here is wearing panties. If he is, I think we have a real live sissy boy to play with."

Just as James made a move toward the door Blake grasp his upper arm and a couple of other committee members grabbed a hold of him as well. They quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them down. And there in all their feminine glory were a pair of dainty hot pink panties. My curiosity was satisfied but I could feel my lust rising rapidly as I anticipated what was developing. I could feel my juices starting to flow and knew that pretty soon my panties would be wet with those juices. Everyone in the room watched with rapt attention to see what would happen next. Soon the committee had Jamie, as they now called the sissy boy, stripped of everything but his panties. At this point, I noticed that Jamie had all of his body hair shaved. His legs, chest, arms and under arms were clean and smooth just like a girl. Jamie stood their looking embarrassed and vulnerable with his eyes cast toward the floor.

Blake said, "OK, guys it looks like we have us a cock sucking sissy boy to play with. Isn't that right Jamie?"

Without looking up and in a soft voice Jamie said, "I'm not gay. I just like the feel of silky things on my skin."

Several of the committee members laughed and Blake replied, "Look at yourself. If you had tits you'd look just like a hot piece of ass. Hotties love cock and you will too when you're on your knees servicing these horney brothers."

Jamie said, "No. I don't do that. Give me my clothes back I want to leave."

Blake told one of the members to turn on the TV on a nearby wall, which when it came on showed the room and the group standing around Jamie. He then turned to Jamie and said; "See yourself up there on the TV. Either you're going to cooperate so we can have a little fun or tomorrow stills of you in your hot pink panties will be all over campus announcing a video that will be uploaded to an Internet site."

Jamie looked defeated and asked, "If I do what you ask will you keep this private?"

"Of course, we'll keep it private. It'll be just be between our crotches and your mouth," answered Blake with a smirk.

Blake grabbed a pillow and threw it to Jamie saying, "Use this so you don't hurt your cute little knees when you go down on them." As he said this, Blake positioned himself in front of Jamie and told the committee to get in line. There was a good bit of jostling for position in the line. After the line was formed it was agreed to swing around in such a manner as to give everyone a good view of the action that was going down. Blake reached over and began rubbing Jamie's ass through his panties and commented, "Nice ass too. I bet you're a real tight fuck."

Jamie whimpered, "Please, don't even think that. I couldn't take that."

"Just kidding," said Blake with an insincere chuckle. "Now kneel."

Jamie dropped to his knees on the pillow and Blake said, "Take my big boy out and make it happy bitch."

Jamie reached up and unfastened Blake's pants and pulled them down around his ankles. I could see Blake's growing erection pushing against his white briefs and looked on in anticipation of getting a good look at the cock that had frequently filled my love tunnel up and pumped me full of hot, thick baby juice. Oh what a feeling. I loved riding that cock naked and thanked science for the pill that made it possible to do so worry free. The room was completely silent as everyone waited with eyes fixated on the screen. Jamie pulled Blake's brief's down and his rigid cock sprang to attention. The cyclopean eye in its head stared Jamie in the face like a one-eyed snake ready to strike. Blake said in a commanding voice, "Suck it bitch."

Jamie hesitantly opened his mouth and slowly leaned forward. Blake thrust his pole like a spear right into Jamie's mouth, which took in about half of it and closed around the shaft. I had never sucked Blake's cock but I could imagine what it felt like going into Jamie's mouth. I had held that cock in my hand many times and knew how hard and hot it was when it was erect. I had also felt that heat and hardness as it had pushed its way into my love tunnel expanding me to accommodate it. Wow. What a great feeling to have that hunk of hard meat massaging my insides slick with my girl juice. I was envious of Jamie having that wonderful cock all to himself while I watched in lustful silence. Jamie had begun to suck on the shaft filling his mouth and seemed to be getting into it some. Blake took Jamie's face between his hands and gently began to fuck Jamie's mouth. Jamie passively submitted and let Blake have his way. Soon I saw Blake start to lengthen his thrusts just like he did when he fucked me. I knew from experience he was going to try to push his cock into Jamie just as far and deep as he could. I loved the feel of that cock filling me up and pushing hard to get every last centimeter inside my pussy. I hoped the sissy boy would love it like I did. I resolved to have a little girl-to-girl chat with him about it sometime. Maybe he could convince me to give it a try myself. It looked like fun to me. As I expected, Blake soon had his cock deep into Jamie's throat. All we could see of his cock was his pubic hairs pushing against Jamie's lips. Blake started slowly withdrawing his cock about half way to give Jamie a bit of breathing room and then driving it in deep again before a slow withdrawal.

At last I could see that Blake was reaching his limit and I knew that he would shoot his load pretty soon. Moments later I saw Blake jerk and shudder as he held Jamie's face tightly between his hands while pushing his cock deep into his pussy throat. I could almost feel the hot spurts of cum that were erupting from Blake's cock into Jamie's throat. With one last quiver, Blake withdrew his wet cock from Jamie's mouth. The cock was still stiff and glistened with the saliva and sperm coating it had soaked up from Jamie's mouth. Jamie put his hands on his legs and panted as if trying to get his breath, which I suppose is exactly what he was doing. Everyone in the theater was excited and I suspect horney as hell. I felt a little strange being the only girl in the theater but it was turning out to be quite a show. Blake reached down placed his fingers under Jamie's face and tilted his face up until he was looking Jamie in the eyes. He said, "You are one hell of a cock sucker sissy boy. Damn, I haven't had an orgasm like that in a long time. Go ahead now and lick that big boy clean for me." Jamie reached out and took the base of the cock in hand and began to lick the length of the shaft. As he worked up the shaft a big glob of pearly white sperm oozed from the tip and he slurped it up almost eagerly. I thought to myself, 'whoa bitch save me a little for later.'

Blake pulled away with a big grin of satisfaction on his face. He looked down at the front of Jamie's panties and said, "Look sissy boy. You got a hard on sucking my dick and you're leaking a little juice in your nice clean panties. You're a damn cum slut and didn't even know it." He then shouted, "Next," and walked away. The next boy in line stepped up and dropped his trousers and briefs releasing another stiff cock that stood at attention impatiently waiting to be attended to. Apparently reconciled to being the object of a gangbang, Jamie reached out and took the hard, throbbing cock in hand. Soon he had it buried in his mouth up to his hand, which was wrapped around the base. Jamie was eagerly sucking the swollen dick while his other hand gently massaged the fully loaded balls urging them on toward exploding and releasing their juicy content into his mouth. Jamie worked his way through the line of committee members some of whom were so hot they hardly lasted long enough to cum in Jamie's mouth. In fact, one premature ejaculator sprayed Jamie's face with his full load before Jamie could even take him into his mouth. By the time it was over, I could tell by the musky smell in the theater that most of the guys in the room had jerked off or spontaneously shot their load into their underpants. I knew the feeling since I could feel my wet panties sticking to me. As the scene on the TV faded out leaving a blue glow to fill the screen, I slipped quietly out of the theater and went to find Blake.

Shortly, Blake came down the stairs with Jamie in tow. He was fully clothed now and looked down at his feet *** to make eye contact with any of the party goers in the house some of whom where whistling and making lewd remarks. Blake asked me to take Jamie to the car, handed me his keys and suggested that I drive Jamie back to his apartment. I took Jamie by the hand and said, "Come on sweetie, let's get out of this place and go home."

Jamie actually looked up at me with relief on his face and said, "Yes, please get me out of here."

I took Jamie to the car and we got in and drove away. I remembered where Jamie lived and headed for his apartment. I said to Jamie, "Jamie dear, I saw everything. I know you feel like you were taken advantage of but a girl has to expect that sort of thing if she lets herself get into vulnerable situations. You'll learn. You looked so sexy in your hot pink panties. You'll have to tell me where you got them."

Jamie replied, "I will. I just love to wear pretty panties. They do make you feel sexy don't they."

"Yes they do and when I'm down nothing perks me up like some pretty new panties."

"I'll have to admit that I got turned on wearing nothing but my panties and seeing all those guys staring at me and radiating lust and desire just for me," said Jamie.

"I sure got hot watching."

"By the way, what is your name," asked Jamie.

"You can just call me Tara honey pie," said Tara as she pulled the car into a parking spot in front of Jamie's apartment building.

"Tara, would you like to come in for a minute? I've got some dynamite weed."

"O.K. for a few minutes," said Tara as her cell phone began to sing out.

Tara answered the call, which was from Blake. She told Blake that they had arrived at Jamie's and that she planned to stay for a little while for some girl talk and to make sure that Jamie was handling the escapade all right. Blake told her not to be too long and hung up. Once inside they sat down on a couch in Jamie's living room and he brought out some fixings and rolled a joint, which they smoked along with some wine that Tara found in the kitchen. After they were high, Tara sat cross-legged on the couch facing Jamie and took one of his hands between her hands. She then began to ask Jamie questions about how it felt to be the center of attention by a gaggle of hard cocks hanging off of horney hunks. Soon they were giggling about various aspects of the escapade, which even to Jamie seemed funny in hindsight. Tara told Jamie how hot and wet she had gotten watching him suck cock and guzzle warm creamy cum. With hardly a thought, Tara slid her skirt up around her waist and showed Jamie her damp panties. Jamie stared at the crotch of Tara's panties and said, "You have nice panties too. Could I touch them?"

"Of course you can touch my panties," answered Tara with a giggle.

Jamie reached over and ran his fingers lightly across the silky fabric that covered Tara's abdomen. Tara closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of Jamie's fingers sliding across her body. Slowly Jamie's fingers moved down and felt the damp sticky crotch of Tara's panties. The feel of Jamie's gentle touch on her crotch made Tara hot. When Jamie removed his fingers, Tara opened her eyes to find Jamie smelling of his fingers and then licking them. In a low husky voice Tara said, "If you like the smell on your fingers, you'll really like the smell when you press your nose into the crotch of my panties." With that said Tara spread her legs wide inviting Jamie to take her comment as a suggestion. In no time, Jamie was on his knees beside the couch and had his face buried between Tara's legs sniffing her girl scent deep into his nostrils. Tara was getting hotter and hotter and her juices were really flowing. After a few minutes of Jamie's stimulation Tara said, "Let me slide those panties off and you can taste my pussy, if you want to."

Jamie pulled back and with a shy grin on his face replied, "Would you really let me taste your juicy pussy?"

Tara answered, "I always wondered what sex with a girl would be like. I suppose a pretty sissy boy in hot pink panties is about as close as I'm going to get. Strip down so I can see those pretty panties and dive in."

Jamie pulled his shirt over his head, kicked off his sandals and dropped his pants revealing his panties. Tara reached over and ran her hand up and down his smooth shaved legs and then across his panty covered buttocks. She then reached up and took each of his nipples between her thumb and finger and gently massaged them, then squeezed his nipples, which had become rigid from her attention. Tara released Jamie and he dropped to his knees in front of the couch and soon had his face buried between Tara's spread legs. Tara became almost insanely aroused as Jamie's tongue slick with her juices pressed between her pussy's lips and moved up and down her slit. The pleasure was almost too intense to stand. Just when she thought she couldn't stand any more Jamie began thrusting his tongue as deep into her love tunnel as he could get it. Jamie's tongue felt like a hyperactive little cock doing its best to wiggle its way up her tunnel. Tara had never felt anything like it before in her life. Finally, Jamie reached her clit and began sucking her clit into his mouth and holding her flesh firmly between his lips as he sucked and tongued the flesh captured in his mouth. With convulsive jerks Tara began multiple orgasmic waves that led her to yell out in pleasure before collapsing back on the couch exhausted.

Jamie got up and collapsed on the couch beside Tara. His cock was hard and lying against his belly with the head oriented toward his navel. His erection was straining against the silky fabric of his panties grossly distorting their feminine shape and was now soiled with leaking pre-cum that left a large wet circle in the area occupied by the head of his dick. After Tara had regained her composure she turned and looked at Jamie and his obvious state of arousal. Tara felt so good she really wanted to do something for Jamie so she said, "Let me give you some relief girlfriend," as she leaned over and placed her hand on Jamie's rigid member. "My what a big clit you have," giggled Tara as her hand came to rest on Jamie's erection. Just the touch of her hand gave Jamie intense pleasure as was evident by his long slow intake of breath accompanied by a little shudder and a soft moan of pleasure. Tara loved the feel of the hard cock beneath the silky fabric of Jamie's panties and she began to gently rub her hand up and down the silky underside of the shaft along with occasionally running the tips of her pink fingernails up and down the shaft. After a few minutes of this treatment Jamie gave out a gasp and began thrusting his hips upward pushing his cock harder against Tara's hand as it spurted out successive globs of warm, sticky cum leaving his panties soaked in his ball juice and a spunky odor drifting through the air.

After Jamie had expended himself and was lying back against the couch with his eyes closed, Tara said, "Wow, you had yourself quiet an orgasm honey. I've felt orgasms like that but this is the first time I've seen one. You need to wash out your panties and put on a fresh pair."

Jamie opened his eyes and looked at Tara and replied, "Good idea. I'll be right back." He rose and sauntered toward his bedroom with his panty-clad buttocks swaying from side to side as his girlie walk carried him forward as if being drawn by a cord attached to his pelvis.

Shortly, Jamie was back wearing a fresh pair of panties and a silky tank top. Tara rose and came over to him and took each of his hands in one of hers and looked deep into his eyes. Using almost a whisper she said, "Jamie, you really got me off tonight I never knew having a girl go down on me could be so exciting. It was the best orgasm I've ever had."

Jamie asked, "Doesn't Blake ever make love to you with his mouth?" "Heavens no, exclaimed Tara, "Blake says doing something like that puts him into the role of a lesbian lover and though he doesn't say so I'm sure it threatens his sense of masculinity."

"Surely you've had orgasms from having sex with Blake."

"Actually, I haven't. To be honest Blake doesn't have enough staying power to get me off."

"Why do you have sex with him or even go out with him then?"

"Blake is well connected on campus and so it is socially advantageous to be his girlfriend. I also love the feel of sex with him. The feel of his hard cock pushing its way into me and filling up my insides is a wonderful feeling. When he is inside me I can feel every inch of his firm rod pressing against my love tunnel and radiating natural heat into my body. I really love it when he starts thrusting and running his big pole up and down my love tunnel. When he is about to cum, he pushes in so deep I fill like I've been impaled on a spear. I can fill every convulsion as his balls pump his juice through his cock to the head that then spits glob after glob into my belly."

"Sounds exciting. Don't you get an orgasm from being fucked like that?"

"As good as it feels, it just doesn't last long enough to bring me to an orgasm. Of course, once Blake has gotten off he isn't interested in any more sex so I have to wait until I get home and use my vibrator to finish myself off. But, Jamie dear, your mouth is ten times better than a vibrator and is just as exciting in its own way as Blake's cock. My pussy loves both so now I have the best of two worlds. I have a man to fuck me and a girlie boy to eat me like a lesbian lover would."

"I loved the smell and taste of your pussy," said Jamie, "and I really got off on your excitement and orgasm. I'll get between your legs anytime you want me to nuzzle your muff."

Tara released Jamie's hands and gave him a hug and then kissed him on the cheek. "I've got to run now. Blake is waiting on me to bring his car back. I want you to come over to my apartment tomorrow night and just us two girls will have a dress up party. I've got lots of sexy lingerie and pretty clothes that we can experiment with.

"That sounds like fun," said Jamie with a big grin.

"Girl, I've got a pair of Rumba panties that will really turn you on. They have these cute little rows of ruffles all across the backside. When I'm wearing them I really feel like strutting my stuff."

"Wow. I can hardly wait to try them on," exclaimed Jamie.

"OK. It's a date," said Tara. "I'll come by and pick you up around 7 pm. Also, if you have any special things you'd like to share with me pack them up and bring them along. We're going to have one fun evening dressing up and just being totally fem." With that Tara turned and started for the door.

"See you tomorrow," said Jamie as Tara stepped out of his apartment and closed the door.

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Home from the Resort


A couple of years ago I got into some serious gambling debt and wrote a bunch of bad checks in an effort to deal with it. My wife, Dawn, was very angry with me and stressed out by the situation that I put her in. One evening shortly after I was paroled from primister, Dawn, and I were sitting in our living room takeing wine. The holy water had loosened up her tongue and she was giving me a bit of a lecture on her opinion of my prior behavior. I sat quietly sipping my wine, feeling guilty and only gave an occasional nod of my head. I thought she was largely correct and had a right to vent her feelings on me. As Dawn was winding down, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door I was shocked to see, Bart, a former inmate that I had hoped to never see again standing on the doorstep. Bart gave me a big leering grin and just walked in like he owned the place. I had never mentioned Bart to Dawn because to do so would be embarrassing and because I really wanted to put Bart and the primister experience behind me. Bart walked up to me and gave me a pat on the ass and told me that he had really missed me since I got out. Bart put his arm around my shoulders and began walking me into the living room.

Dawn gracefully lifted her petite frame from the couch as she gave her head a quick jerk that caused her blond hair to spring into motion and smiled at Bart. I could tell that he caught her eye from the way she looked at him. Bart was a handsome, well-muscled guy who was over six feet tall topping me by at least a head in height. He gave Dawn an appreciative once over and broke out into one of his charismatic smiles that pretty much got him his way with most people.

Dawn moved toward us as if drawn by a magnet and warmly greeted Bart, "I'm so happy to meet one of Jimmy's friends from the "resort." Resort was our euphemism for talking about primister.

Bart hugged me closer and replied, "Jimmie and I were very close when we were at the resort, as you say, together."

When Dawn got close to us, Bart let go of me and reached out and enclosed one of Dawn's hands in both of his hands. While holding her hand and looking into her eyes he said, "I had no idea that Jimmie was married to such a beautiful woman." Dawn smiled broadly and I could tell she was flattered by his attention.

Dawn offered Bart some wine but he declined saying that would appreciate a real man's take, if by any chance there were any whiskey in the house. Dawn smiled and asked if some bourbon would do. Bart told her that would be perfect and she went into the kitchen to get the take. When Dawn returned with the take, Bart took the glass and sniffed the aroma of the evaporating whiskey. Dawn returned to her seat on the sofa and Bart took a seat beside her. I stood there for a moment not sure what I should do and Bart said, "Grab a seat Sweetie and finish your wine." I reached over and took my glass of wine from the coffee table and sat down in a near by armchair. Bart proceeded to charm Dawn with tales about his rather exciting life and experiences. Finally, the shoe dropped that I knew was coming.

Bart grinned and leaned down and whispered something into Dawn's ear and then glanced at me with a twinkle in his eye. For a moment Dawn looked shocked and then she giggled. Bart laughed and put his arm around Dawn and leaned in to whisper in her ear again. Dawn was obviously getting a bit inebriated from wine she had been takeing and was easily captivated by Bart's charm. There ensued a bout of whispering and giggling and laughing while I sat there feeling like an uninvited observer. Finally, Bart turned to me and as he patted the couch beside him said, "Come on over here Sweetie and join us on the couch."

I was reluctant to get within touching distance of Bart but then Dawn joined in. She caught my eye and with a knowing smile said, "Come on Sweetie sit with us."

I got up and sat on the couch so that Dawn was on one side of Bart and I was on the other. Bart put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me close to his side. Dawn then asked, "Is what Bart told me really true?'

I replied, "I don't know what he told you."

Bart laughed and said; "I told Dawn that you were my "wife" while we were at the resort and a damn good one at that, which is why I came to see you when I got out."

I was terribly embarrassed that he had revealed this to Dawn but she appeared to take it in stride and seemed more curious than upset. With a leering smile, Dawn asked, "Jimmy dear what sort of duties does a "wife" have at the resort?"

Looking down at the floor and in a meek tone of voice I said, "I did permisteral chores for Bart sort of like a servant."

Bart took a sip on his whiskey, laughed and said, "A wife's most important duty was to service her husband when he was horney." He gave my shoulders a squeeze, looked at Dawn with a cuckolds brownie-eating grin on his face and said, "Sweetie here gave better blowjobs than any other man or woman who has ever sucked my cock." Dawn giggled at this and was clearly enjoying my offense.

Dawn looked at me and in a stern voice said, "Well, Sweetie, while you were at the resort having fun with a hunk, I was working two jobs to get us out of the financial hole you put us in and living like a nun."

I noticed that Bart had become aroused and that his cock had swollen and was pushing against his pants clearly showing an outline of his erect member. Bart saw me looking at his lap and reached over and took my hand placing it on his hard cock and held it there. He then turned to Dawn and said, "After Sweetie here got out I couldn't find anyone who could suck my cock with the same gusto as Jimmie." Dawn giggled again and looked at my hand resting on Bart's hard on. Bart then asked, "Dawn would you mind if I had a little fun with my "ex-wife" for old times sake?" Dawn looked at me with that leering smile on her face and replied, "Bart I would never come between a man and his wife, especially if I get to watch."

"You're more than welcome to join us if you would enjoy seeing Jimmie in action. Hell, you might even learn something," replied Bart. He then took my hand and stood pulling me to my feet and said, "Lead me to the bedroom Sweetie. I can hardly wait to feel that tight throat of yours squeezing my cock." In something of a daze, I began leading Bart toward the bedroom. Dawn followed and as she entered the bedroom she turned on a small bedside lamp that dimly lit the room.

Bart said, "Get naked Sweetie." Feeling totally humiliated, I took my clothes off never looking up from the floor but acutely aware that Dawn was watching. Bart looked over at Dawn and asked, "Do you have some nice sexy lingerie that Jimmie could wear?" Then he added, "I really don't like sticking my dick in anyone that doesn't wear panties."

Dawn went to the chest of drawers and pulled out a pair of mint green panties and a matching slip and handed them to Bart and said, "I think your wife would look sexy in green."

Bart said, "Thank you. This looks perfect." He then turned to me and asked, "Don't you think these are sexy as hell?"

I mumred, "Yes."

Bart laughed and commanded, "Put those panties on girlie boy." I stepped into the panties and pulled them up very aware of the silky, soft touch of them as they brushed against my skin. I then pulled the slip over my head and let it slide down caressing my skin as it slid down my torso. Bart spun me around and gave an approving smile and said, "You never looked this sexy at the resort."

Bart pulled me toward him, leaned down and gave me a long kiss on the lips. As he kissed me I could feel his hands cup my buttocks. He began rubbing the slip over my panty-clad buttocks. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach and knew he was getting very hot. Bart released his grasp on me and said, "Assume the position."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and stared at the bulge in his pants for a moment. Finally, resigned to what seemed inevitable I reached up and unfastened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, unzipped his fly and pulled his pants down. Once his pants were down his swollen cock was nearly bursting through his underwear. I pulled his jockey shorts down and his large rigid cock sprung to attention pointing right at my face. I heard a little gasp of appreciation come from Dawn's direction.

Bart thrust his rigid member at my mouth, which reflexively opened to accommodate his cock as it had done many times at the resort. I began sucking on the soft head of his cock and then grasped the shaft at the base and raised the cock exposing the underside. I took the head from my mouth and began stroking the underside with my tongue making sure to get it very wet with saliva like I knew Bart wanted. I soon came back to the head, which was slippery with pre-cum now and began running my tongue around the head spreading the slippery pre-cum all over the head.

In the background I could hear Dawn's heavy breathing and knew that this was turning her on. When the head was nice and lubricated, I opened my mouth wide and thrust my mouth forward powering the rigid cock fully into my mouth with the head pushing down into my throat. I now sucked down on Bart's throbbing cock and pulled my head back causing his cock to slide partially out of my mouth. I then plunged down again powering the hot rigid flesh back down into my throat. After repeating this a few times, Bart grasped my face in his hands and began to control the action. I simply relaxed my mouth and throat and let him have his way.

In order to speed up his release and end my offense in front of Dawn I began to massage his balls. Soon I could feel his balls tighten and knew he was about to blow his considerable load. A moment later I felt the first convulsion as his cum began to spurt in large gobs from his cock. I could feel the warm, sticky cum spread out over my tongue, the roof of my mouth and slide down my throat. Bart sat back on the edge of the bed and leaned back on his arms while I licked his cock clean and then milked his dick with my hand until the last of his load oozed from the tip. I took the head of his cock into my mouth once again and gently sucked the last of his load from the head.

Bart opened his eyes gave a little sigh and looked across the room where Dawn was sitting. He smiled and said, "I hope that was nearly as much fun to watch as it was for me." He then added, "Jimmie is a real artist when it comes to giving head."

Dawn was sitting in a chair with her legs spread apart, her skirt hiked up, her hand down the front of her panties and at least one of her finger busily pleasuring her pussy. Bart grinned and said, "Give me a few minutes and I'd be happy to fill your wet pussy up with wildly thrusting man meat." Dawn withdrew her hand and thrust her wet fingers into her mouth and lustfully stared into Bart's eyes.

Bart sent me out to get Dawn another glass of wine and another whiskey for him. When I got back Dawn had moved from her chair and was sitting on the bed beside Bart. As I handed Dawn her glass of wine she reached up and wiped a small dribble of Bart's cum from my cheek. She looked me in the eye and slowly brought her finger to her mouth and licked the gleaming white fluid from her finger. She then giggled and asked, "Jimmie baby doesn't Bart's baby juice taste yummy?" I just stood there staring at her.

Bart said, "Answer the question Sweetie." I just nodded my head in affirmation. Bart grinned and said, "Jimmie loves to eat my cum." I handed Bart his glass. He took the glass and said, "Go sit in the chair in the corner and watch your wife get fucked by a real man."

They sat on the bed sipping their takes and soon I noticed that Dawn had her hand wrapped around Bart's cock, which was growing rigid again as it became engorged with red. Bart said to Dawn, "Go ahead baby and try the taste of a real cock." Without any hesitation she leaned over and filled her mouth with Bart's rigid cock. Bart soon pulled her off of his erect member and said, "I want to stuff your pussy with that cock meat." Bart laughed and then added, "Let's leave the cock sucking to an expert."

Bart stood and pulled Dawn up from the bed. He began to undress her and throw pieces of clothing toward me, which he told me to fold stack on the nearby dresser. After Dawn was naked, Bart picked her up and laid her on the bed. He spread her legs and began rubbing her pussy with his open hand and massaging the lips with his fingers. When his fingers were slick with her juices he plunged his fingers into her cunt and began finger fucking her. Dawn moaned and withered under his touch and was soon highly excited and thrust her pelvis toward Bart's hand.

Bart withdrew his hand and flipped her over on her belly. Next he spun her around so that she was lying across the bed and raised her hips. Dawn cooperated by drawing her knees up under her and sitting back on her legs while leaning forward with her forehead resting on the bed. This position left room for her pert little tits to hang down and swing free. Dawn's glistening pussy was exposed and ready to be filled. Bart stood at the edge of the bed and pushed forward bringing his rigid member into contact with Dawn's slippery tunnel. As Bart slid his hard cock into Dawn's cock socket, Dawn moaned in pleasure. The more cock Bart fed into her the louder she moaned. Soon Bart had her by the hips and was pushing his cock into her as though he was trying to reach her throat. Dawn fully impaled on the Bart's rigid pole began to move her hips and was soon fucking herself on the shaft of man meat filling her hole. I saw one of Dawn's slender hands sneak back between her legs and cup Bart's balls. Bart watched Dawn fuck herself with his tool for a few minutes and just when it seemed Dawn was wearing down Bart sprung into action.

Bart began withdrawing his cock from Dawn as she thrust back trying to retain his full length inside of her. Bart grasped her hips so that he could stop her thrusting and began his own thrusts. Bart slowly withdrew his cock until only the head remained buried inside Dawns pussy and then he would quickly push the full length into her. Dawn would let out a cooing sound from deep in her throat and then Bart would begin the slow withdrawal of his cock followed by another quick deep thrust. Dawn's body was soon quivering as orgasmic waves rippled through her body. Bart then began fucking Dawn so hard that I thought he would hurt her but as his rigid tool pounded her pussy making sucking and slurping noises as it rapidly ran in and out of her cunt she squealed with joy and urged him on telling him to fuck her harder. Bart did his best to comply with her urging until he suddenly jerked and thrust deep into her pussy as he shot a load of cum that took several spasms to pump out of his balls. Bart fell on top of Dawn and then rolled so that they were in a spoon position. He kept his cock thrust deep inside her while cupping her tits in his hands and gently massaging them and occasionally rolling her erect nipples between his thumb and finger. Dawn's reached several more climaxes before Bart finally pulled free and turned his attention toward me.

In a commanding voice Bart said, "Get over here and take care of your wife."

I came over the bed and asked, "What do you want me to do, Bart?"

He pulled Dawn around on the bed so that her legs were hanging off the side. Dawn was lying with her eyes closed and a beatific smile on her face. Bart spread her legs and said, "Lick that pussy clean." I kneeled down between her legs and began licking her pussy, which was slippery with her juices and Bart's cum. I thrust my tongue between the lips of her pussy in order to reach more of the juices still oozing out of her cunt. Dawn soon responded to my ministrations and I could hear her moaning with pleasure. While I was cleaning up Dawn, Bart said, "You can eat Dawn's pussy anytime she wants it but you are not to fuck my woman." Dawn gave a little shutter as she had another orgasm and Bart reached over and grasped my hair and pulled me away. He pulled my face into his crotch and said, "Tongue clean my dick now, cocksucker." As I began licking his dick clean of Dawn's juices and his cum I noticed that Dawn now had her head resting on her hand, which was supported by her elbow pushed into the mattress. She watched in apparent fascination as I licked Bart's cock and balls clean.

When Bart was satisfied with the job I'd done, he pushed me away. He looked a Dawn and said, "You are the best fuck I've ever had. I don't know how a girlie boy like Jimmie could have ever satisfied you."

Dawn grinned and replied, "My girlie boy never fucked me into oblivion like you just did."

Bart said, "Well, I need a place to stay so why don't I just move in with you and I can bang your brains out every night."

Dawn giggled and said, "I would love to have a man around the house."

Bart asked, "Do you think you can help Jimmie learn how to look like the cock-sucking slut he really is?"

Dawn replied, "I can make him look just right for the part." She added, "It's about time I had some fun around here."

Bart smiled and said, "Get that bitch looking hot and I know plenty of guys that will pay well to pump a load or two down a good looking girlie boy's throat. I think that should cover all of the household expenses and leave enough for us to go out and have some fun."

Dawn said, "I'll have Sweetie here looking like sexy slut in no time.

Bart replied, "You can quit your job and take over managing Sweetie full time. I think he's going to be very busy sissy boy. Don't let the hot little bitch get off without permission. Jimmie will give better blowjobs if he is horney.

Dawn giggled and said, "From now on I'm your woman and I'll keep your resort wife looking good and faithful to you."

Dawn then said, "Jimmy, you are going to pay dearly for all the hell that you put me through." She threw me one of her satin nightgowns and told me to get ready for bed. After I had changed into the nightgown, she said I should make a pallet at the foot of the bed in case she or Bart needed me during the night. After making up the pallet, I settled down and tried to go to relax but I was kept awake by the sounds from Bart and Dawn's activities in bed. I was also so horney I could hardly stand it and wanted to jerk off for a little relief but knew that if I did I be in big trouble with Dawn. I finally drifted off to relax and had a dream about being on my knees, naked except for a pair of pink panties and in the middle of a gaggle of men all of whom had erect cocks sticking out of their pants, lust on their faces and a hundred dollar bill clutched in their hand. Dawn was working her way around the circle collecting the money and assuring each customer that they were about to have the best sex of their life as she gave, in turn, each cock a little squeeze with her hand as if to prime it for action.

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Life on the Farm


In the fall of this year both my girlfriend and I lost our jobs at a car dealership that went bankrupt. After spending several weeks in a futile effort to find employment and under pressure to pay back rent, I agreed to go with her to live with her sister until we could get back on our feet financially. Her sister, Debra, it turned out was a country madam. Debra had a farm in a rural area not too far from a large city. Debra had built up a thriving bordello in the spacious "farmhouse" that had originally been built by gentry from the nearby city. Debra explained that she had an agreement with the local sheriff that he and his deputies would tolerate her operation in exchange for a monthly fee and free services. The sheriff insisted that the operation should not cater to locals and that a suitable "cover" for the operation be devised. Thus, the "farm" became a private "retreat" for urban "entrepreneurs."

Debra had assigned Alice and I to a nice large room and we started settling in to our new surroundings. During the first few days we kept a low profile during "business" hours. Most of the time I was the only male in the house with the exception of customers in the evenings and on weekends. During non-business hours, I began to get to know the women who worked and lived at the farm. I must admit that it felt a bit strange to be the only male in a group of women who frequently talked about their "work" amongst themselves when "off" duty. I think they deliberately tried to embarrass me with some of their talk just for the fun of it. After we had been there for about a week, Alice informed me that she had talked with Debra and planned to go to "work" for her sister. I was not wild about the thought of my girlfriend becoming a hooker, even if it was in her sister's bordello. However, she pointed out that we needed to "earn" our keep and this was a quick way to raise the money that we needed to get a new start. I reluctantly agreed to the logic of her argument and the recognition that she was a free agent and didn't need my permission to begin with.

Alice went to work and began pulling in a nice income. I found myself alone and sitting around in our room in the evenings and on weekends with little to do while Alice was busy at work in other parts of the house. Needless to say, I wasn't getting much sexual action from Alice and felt frustrated and a bit angry at her apparent satisfaction with and enjoyment of her new occupation. One afternoon, Debra and Alice drove into the city to do some shopping and I was left with the "girls." Being socially isolated much of the time, I always took any opportunity to join them during their afternoon get together where they listened to music, drank wine and socialized. On this particular occasion, the conversation focused on cosmetics and they began asking me for my opinion. I truly expressed my belief that they all did a great job with their makeup and could probably get work as makeup specialists. One of the women, Mari, suggested that someone go get a makeup kit and they could do a demonstration for me.

Mari soon had a makeup kit and suggested that the best demonstration would be to show what they could do with me. At first I resisted the idea but soon gave in to their pleading to be a good sport. Mari got a chair and put it in the middle of the floor and had me sit in it. The five women gathered around and started discussing possible approaches to making up my face. The first task was to get rid of my sparse facial hair and cleanse my skin. They then went to work beginning with my eyebrows. They then laid down a coat of foundation followed by work on my eyes. They groomed my eyelashes, applied eyeliner and then eye shadow. There was some discussion about the right shade of lipstick before the job was finished. Shortly, they stood back and admired their handiwork. Mari got a mirror and brought it over for me to have a look. I was amazed when I looked at the beautiful feminine face that was reflected in the mirror. The ladies in the meantime were whispering amongst themselves and giggling.

Mari came over and took the mirror from my hand and said that the group had a new proposal. Their proposal was to finish the job. They said that the facial had gone so well and that given my small stature and slight build they felt certain they could fully transform my appearance beyond recognition. Again I was reluctant to agree but the ladies were very persuasive and as they said it would just be for fun and no one would ever know except us. While this discussion was going on, Mari was standing behind me and I could feel her warm hands running over my shoulders and down over my chest which was very arousing and weakened my will. I finally agreed to go along so they could have some fun. Mari and I were very close in size and everyone agreed that her wardrobe would best serve the purpose. We took the wine and left the common room for Mari's private room.

Once we were in Mari's room the women began to undress me, which was very arousing. By the time they had me stripped, I had the hard of my life on and was in an almost total body blush, which the women found amusing. While a couple of the women began sorting through Mari's clothes two others began working on removing all of my body hair. As soon as I was shorn of all my body hair one of the ladies came over with some pretty pink panties with embroidery on them. She asked the other women if they didn't think that I'd look sexy in the panties and they agreed. However, at this point Mari objected to them putting the panties on me because she didn't want them stretched out by my rigid pole that still stood at attention. Mari also pointed out that it would look ridiculous and not at all like the effect they were trying to achieve. Mari suggested a plan and soon the group of women formed a semicircle around me. Each lady in turn reached out and grasped my erect cock and squeezed it until it almost hurt then she would stroke it a couple of times and relinquish it to the next lady. By the time the last lady had a grasp on me, I was ready to explode, which I'm sure was apparent to all of them. Mari handed me a washcloth and told me not to make a mess on her floor. I just had time bring the washcloth into position before my cock exploded and began spewing cum in large quantities into the washcloth. I could hear the women giggling as I reflexively thrust my cock into the washcloth while barely being able to hold myself up.

After I had completely drained the product of my balls, I wiped myself with an unsoiled part of the washcloth. Mari came over and took the washcloth and applied a sudden sharp slap to the head of my cock. This maneuver hastened its return to a flaccid state. One of the ladies brought over a modified Kotex strap and pad and explained that this would restrain me if I became aroused again as well as soak up any leaking fluids. I was then instructed to put the device on and a couple of the ladies made adjustments to it until they were satisfied. I was then instructed to put on the panties. Putting on a pair of panties with a group of beautiful women looking on in amusement was both embarrassing and arousing. I could feel my cock starting to respond but alas it could not assert itself having been expertly subdued by the device created by the ladies. From there the women went to work and soon had me fully clothed in a padded bra that matched the panties, then a garter belt and hose, next a slip was placed over my head. The feel of the slip sliding across my skin and my panties was very erotic. Shortly, they had me completely dressed, had added a wig and finally put me in high heel shoes.

One of the women led me over to a full-length mirror on Mari's closet door. When I looked at myself in the mirror I was amazed at how feminine I looked and my reflection in the mirror quickly began to draw out whatever femininity resided in my permisterality. I felt pretty and sexy. The women now said that I needed to be trained to walk in the high heels so that I didn't fall down and injure myself. We began with just walking about in Mari's room. When I reached a point where I was steady on the shoes, the women began giving me pointers about how to carry myself and move as I walked about. Next came some instruction on how to primly sit down and position myself in a chair as well as a few adjustments that could be made if I wanted a sexier look, which I didn't feel any need for but was enlightened nonetheless. With the transformation complete and the instruction in the basics of movement finished, the ladies suggested that I practice going down the stairs in the high heels and in the process we would return to the common room and resume our social. I negotiated the stairs without difficulty and felt proud of my accomplishment and the approval from the group accompanying me back to the common room. We selected some music and resumed takeing wine and talking. In no time I truly felt like one of the "girls" and they accepted me as such.

Late in the afternoon, Debra and Alice returned and walked into the foyer adjoining the common room. They were loaded down with packages from their shopping trip and came in to show off their purchases. We all gathered around as they opened one package after another displaying various articles of apparel about which we all made approving comments. I was secretly amused that neither Debra nor Alice had recognized me in my "costume." However, once the show and tell wound down Debra recognized that there was an extra in the group whom she did not recognize as one of her ladies. She looked me over carefully and approvingly and asked the giggling women about the visitor. Alice was still clueless though she stood only a few feet away from me and had looked me over carefully. The women excitedly explained about their afternoon recreation. Upon learning that the new girl was actually I, Debra gave me a long appraising look. She then told Alice that it looked like that maybe I didn't have to be useless baggage after all. She said that she had been thinking of taking on a hostess to replace herself as the greeter for clients when they arrived. She told Alice that it seemed to her that I would be perfect for this role and could thereby make a contribution to the operation. Debra asked the group what name I had been given, which was one item that we had not dealt with. They soon agreed that since my name was Ron that Ronnie should work just fine.

This is how I came to be Ronnie the greeter and placement hostess in a bordello. I was not overly enthusiastic about taking on this job but had to admit that it appeared to be something that I could do and I wouldn't have to feel like a deadbeat any longer. Thus, I settled in to my new role and became just one of the girls. I rapidly built up my own wardrobe and developed some s******* with cosmetics and fashion. I soon stopped bothering with dressing as a male even when out with the ladies on various excursions and passed with flying colors. Several months after my transformation and employment at the farm, a night I shall never forget occurred.

One Saturday night we were exceptionally busy and all the girls were with clients and had clients backed up in the bar waiting for their turn. Debra came rushing up to my station in the foyer and took me by the hand and told me to come with her that she had a special job for me. She led me into one of the back rooms that I knew was reserved for "police" business. There I saw two young sheriff's deputies with big grins on their faces and bulging cocks in their trousers. Debra said, "I only have Ronnie here who has never sucked a cock, as far as I know, but I believe she'll try really hard to satisfy you gentlemen." With that she released my hand and left the room closing the door behind her. I just stood there in shock as the deputies leered at me. After a minute they took off their gun belts and started stripping off their shoes and pants. I turned and started for the door.

Before I could reach the door one of the deputies caught up with me and grasped me by the upper arm. He turned me back away from the door and said, "Don't be bashful Sweet-lips. We're on duty and in a bit of a hurry, which is why we only have time for a blowjob. By the way, you can call me Jack whenever you mouth isn't stuffed."

The other deputy laughed and chimed in, "We just need a little recreation before we spend Saturday night patrolling and you can call me Dick." While he was telling me this Jack was rubbing my ass with his hand. The feel of the skirt and the slip beneath it sliding across my panty-clad buttocks added to my feelings of being firmly in the grasp of this man that I found in a strange way to actually be exciting.

Jack gave me a smile and said, "Relax Ronnie and enjoy your first time. You're in good hands as me and Dick have lots of experience." He then gave me a serious look and said, "You know the continued operation of the farm depends on your doing a good job. If we aren't satisfied we will be back as part of a vice raid. We will shut down this operation and throw the bunch of you in the slammer. Do we understand one another?"

I knew that Debra's business was at stake here and Alice and I could end up in jail instead of on our way to financial recovery. It was also apparent that I couldn't get out of this room, if the deputies didn't want me to leave. I felt trapped and completely at the mercy of these two well built young deputies. Softly, I said, "Yes, I understand."

The two deputies bracketed me between them and started running their hands over my body. I could feel their rigid cocks pressing urgently into my body. One of the deputies reached over and pushed me to the floor. Once on my knees, I was faced with two rigid cocks with gleaming pre-cum on their tips. They were obviously primed and ready for action and they were looking to me to provide that action. One of them cupped my face in his hands and thrust his cock against my lips. As he pressed the hot sticky head to my lips something in me gave way and I was reconciled to sucking off these two deputies. I gave in and opened up and let the deputy push his cock into my mouth. As he pushed his cock deeper into my mouth I heard him say to his partner, "Sweet-lips here won't a virgin cock sucker much longer."

I began to work on the hot throbbing cock in my mouth. I remembered the things that I liked Alice to do when she sucked my cock. I sucked the cock hard squeezing it with my mouth. I then let it slide part way out of my mouth so that I could work on the head with my tongue. I rolled my tongue around the soft plump head and felt and tasted the cock's pre-cum oozing out onto my tongue. The deputy grasped my face between his hands again and began thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth as I tried to hold on to the hot shaft with my lips.

Dick who was just watching at this point said, "Go Jack, go baby, hump that bitch. Show her what it feels like to deep throat a cock. Fill her up with ball juice." Jack responded by thrusting harder and deeper. All I could do was open wide and take the pounding cock meat down my throat. Finally, with one final thrust Jack lodged his cock so deep in my throat that I could feel his pubic hairs brushing my lips. I was almost in a panic because I couldn't breathe. As the deputy held my head firmly in place his hot rigid cock began to convulse and I could hear him groan as I felt wave after wave of his thick cum erupt from the head of his cock and slide down my throat. Just as I thought I was going to ***, the deputy pulled back and his cock popped as it cleared my lips, which reflexively were still tightly grasping the shaft. A long strand of cum stretched between my lips and the tip of his pole.

Dick whooped out, "Man, you had Sweet-lips' throat fully packed with cock meat. I could actually see her throat twitch when your cock started unloading. Shit man, you were so deep she got pubic hair stuck in her teeth."

I could feel myself blush as Dick gave his descriptive summary of my presentation to Jack's need. My hand instinctively went to my lips in search of Jack's pubic hairs and broke the strand of cum between my mouth and Jack's still rigid pole.

Jack looked down into my eyes and his face reflected contentment. He whispered, "Lick that dick clean girl. Get every bit of the goodie off that bad boy." I complied and licked cum off the head of his cock and Jack milked the shaft and squeezed the last globs of cum from the cock for me to lick up before they could dribble to the floor.

Dick who had been watching the initiation exclaimed, "Sweet-lips is no virgin cocksucker now. Move over Jack and let me get in there for some "professional" cock sucking." Dick pushed Jack aside and took his place in front of my face. Dick laughed and said, "Suck Dick's dick Sweet-lips." By this point, I was highly aroused myself and could feel my own cock pushing against its restraints. I eagerly took the second cock into my mouth and began sucking and tonguing it. The cock felt hard as steel in my mouth and was radiating heat. Dick was too far-gone to face fuck me like his partner. I grasped the base of his cock wrapping my hand around the shaft and began bobbing my head up and down on the rest of the cock. I could feel his excitement as his cock slid back and forth between my lips and my excitement mounted as well. After several strokes, I felt him tensing up and prepared for his climax, which soon arrived. Dick's throbbing cock began to gush huge globs of hot sticky cum into my mouth. Jack's spunk had all gone straight into and down my throat. This time I got a mouth full of the thick warm creamy cum. At about the same time I felt my own cock convulse and attempt to spew a load into my panties. My orgasm was so intense I thought I would pass out. Dick pulled his dripping cock from my mouth and told me, "Suck me dry Sweet-lips then lick me clean." It took two big gulps to get all his cum down my throat. I then grasped his cock and began milking it like I'd seen Jack do with his cock. As the remaining sperm came sliding out of Dick's cock I took the head in my mouth and moved the sperm along by sucking his cock like a straw. This nearly drove Dick wild and I had to slack off a little.

Jack handed me a handkerchief and said, "Here wipe the rest of the juice off your face before you go back out in public." He then said to Dick, "Man I have never seen a woman have an orgasm just from giving head. She must be one hot piece." While I was wiping my face, the deputies had put their clothes on and were in the process of putting their gun belts back on. Just as they were ready to leave the door opened and Debra and Alice came in to the room. Jack said, "Ronnie just gave us the best blow jobs we've ever had here. She's got a real talent."

Dick then chimed in saying, "We'll be back to see Ronnie again. Hell, we may have to let some friends in on this."

Debra turned to me and said, "Ronnie, I'm really pleased that you were able to satisfy the deputies so well. I was confident that you could do this little job for me and the for the good of the Farm." She then turned to Alice and told her, "I watched the whole thing on a monitor in my office and Ronnie really does have a talent for sucking cock."

Alice smiled and replied, "I always knew Ronnie would find a niche here at the farm."

Debra said, "Ronnie it looks like you now have two jobs. You will continue to be the hostess but can also pull extra duty giving blowjobs to special clients like the sheriff and his deputies. Of course, there will be extra money given your expanded role and some of the clients tip really well after getting great head."

The next day during the afternoon get together by all the ladies I was mortified and humiliated when Debra opened up a cabinet that contained a large plasma screen TV and began to play back my initiation as a cocksucker, which she had apparently recorded with hidden cameras in the room reserved for law enpowerment officers. The women shrieked with delight at the sight of me going down on the deputies. They kept calling out things like "you go girl" and clapping their hands. There was a lot of giggling and glances in my direction as they watched the recording of me cleaning up the spent cocks. After the recording ended, they all gathered around and offered experiences of their own along with tips for handling future business. All of them gave me hugs and kisses on the cheek and I felt completely accepted by them and fully integrated into their little "sorority."

That is the full story of how a recession drove me from my job as an auto finance agent into a career as a cross dresser, hostess and fellatio specialist in a country bordello

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Little Sister


A small, androgynous young man with delicate features and long blond hair pulled back in a ponytail sat quietly as the plane accelerated down the runway and lifted into the air. Atlanta was over an hour away and the first class section on this late night flight was almost deserted. It was going to be a long flight with nothing to occupy him except his own thoughts. Gene gazed out the window at the lights below growing ever dimmer as the plane gained altitude. His thoughts drifted to his step-sister, Denise, who had invited him to spend his first Christmas away from home with her. The invitation along with a plane ticket had arrived during the Thanksgiving break and he had accepted the invitation. He was enjoying his first year at college and being away from his step-lady. He was eager to extend the separation and the invitation was an opportunity to avoid going home for the holidays.

He was both excited and apprehensive about seeing Denise again after their separation, which was entering its third year. Gene felt certain that a renewal of the relationship with Denise would reawaken conflicts within him that had been largely dormant since she had left home to pursue a graduate degree and had found her way into a career in modeling. She must be doing well in her career he thought as he glanced at the first class ticket that accompanied her invitation. As he gazed out of the window listening to the whine of the plane's engines, his thoughts slipped backward in time to their first meeting.

His now deceased man had married Denise's lady when he had just turned eighteen and was beginning his senior year in high school. They had left their apartment in Dallas and moved in with Denise and her lady in their home in Denton. His man was often on the road seeking new accounts for his business. He had believed that the marriage would provide a home and companionship for Gene while he was away. Left unsaid, of course, was that it would also provide some supervision for Gene during his man's frequent absences. Gene had some misgivings about the prospects of having to adapt to a new situation and new people but was in no position to resist. He had moved in without having ever having met Denise and with only a few brief contacts with his man's new wife, Helen. He had learned that Denise was a very bright girl who was close to finishing a degree in biology at Texas Woman's University. The day they moved in Denise was away with one of her friends. Gene had been assigned to one of the two upstairs bedrooms, which were joined by a common bathroom. Helen told him to make himself at home and he had begun unpacking his belongings while his man and Helen worked downstairs on unpacking his man's things.

When he was about finished with his unpacking, he heard someone at the door and turned to find Denise leaning on the doorframe watching him. She was stunning. She was so beautiful that all he could do was stare at her. She was tall for her age but well proportioned. Her delicate face carried only a hint of make-up and was framed by long, luscious dark hair. The nipples on her modest but pert breasts gently strained against a sleeveless top that ended just below her breasts and exposed clear, smooth skin. Long but shapely legs extended beneath shorts that snugly hugged the gentle swell of her hips.

Denise smiled and stepped toward him extending a delicate hand with perfectly manicured pink nails as she said, "Welcome aboard, Gene."

Gene grasped her hand in his and managed to whisper, "Hi."

Denise had let her hand linger in his for what seemed like several minutes while her sparkling brown eyes held Gene captive. Gene felt as if her eyes were probing every recess of his mind. The warmth of her hand seemed to spread up Gene's arm. Her sweet scent filled his nostrils. Gene recalled vividly how entranced by her presence he had felt that day. Even now, just remembering that first encounter, he could feel a warm flush spreading over his body that left him feeling both aroused and yet passively under her control.

From that day forward Gene had been obsessed with Denise and anything associated with her. He watched her constantly and committed her every movement and mannerism to memory. One night, after he had been living with Denise and Helen for about three weeks, he went into the bathroom. There he found some of Denise's panties that had been left to dry. He was drawn to them and reached out and picked up a pair. The silky softness of them felt so erotic that it was almost like a charge of electricity running through his body. Gene drew them to his face and inhaled their fragrance. He hardly heard the other door to the bathroom open he was so absorbed in the erotic web spun by the feel and smell of the panties pressed against his face. He looked up suddenly to find Denise standing in the doorway grinning from ear to ear.

"Why Gene," she said, "I didn't know boys liked panties."

Gene felt so embarrassed that he could think of nothing at all to say. He had just stood there with her panties in his hand staring at her. He could feel his face growing hot and knew that he was going to just die on the spot. Denise, still smiling, walked over and took the panties from his hand. She reached over and ran her hand through his hair and said, "Come on into to my room and let's talk about this fascination you have with my panties." As she said this, Denise took his hand and led him into her room. Gene docilely followed, unable to resist or even speak. "You know mom and your dad are out for the evening, so we can have a nice long talk about my panties."

Gene felt acutely embarrassed and could feel the flush that was no doubt clearly evident on his face. In response to Denise's comment he mumred, "If you want to."

Denise closed the door to the bathroom and released his hand. As she walked across the room toward her bed, Gene's eyes were glued to the sway of her buttocks, snugly bound by her tight pants. When she got to the bed Denise sat down crossed one leg over the other and leaned back on her out stretched arms. Still smiling and with an amused twinkle in her eyes Denise said, "Come on over here and sit in the chair so we can talk." Gene compliantly obeyed her suggestion. Denise sat and looked at him for what seemed like several minutes, apparently enjoying his discomfort.

Finally, she broke the silence, "Gene, I really don't know what to say about this. Is this something that you've done before?"

"No. Never before," he blurted out.

"Then you're not one of these weirdoes that go around stealing girls' panties in laundry mats and such?" she asked.

"No," Gene responded.

Looking very serious, she said, "I think this is something we should talk over with your man before it gets you into trouble."

"Oh no, please don't say anything to my man. He would ******* me," Gene gasped.

Denise watched Gene squirm for a few moments and then smiled and said, "Well, I guess we could keep it between us for now anyway."

"Yes, please, thank you," Gene, said with obvious relief.

"However," Denise continued, "I do have a price for my silence."

"Anything you say," replied Gene.

With a mischievous smile, Denise said, "I'm really quite busy, so I could use your help."

"Oh, I'll be happy to help you anyway I can," said Gene, "what would you like for me to do?"

With a big grin that exposed perfectly white teeth framed by glistening red lips, Denise said, "Since you seem to like my panties so much, you won't mind washing out my undies for me will you?"

"Uh, I guess not," stammered Gene.

"Good. From now on, I'll leave my dirty undies in a little net bag in the bathroom when they need washing and you take care of them for me."

"Alright, I'll do it," said Gene, "can I go back to my room now?"

"Yes, run along," she said in a dismissive tone.

Gene got up and hastily began making his way back to the bathroom door. As he was opening the door, Denise called to him, "Gene, don't neglect your duties now or I might have to have that talk with your man."

"No, I won't. I promise," he said as he closed the door and let out a sigh of relief.

Gene faithfully attended to Denise's intimate laundry for the next several weeks. Though he was a bit concerned that Helen or his man might catch him in the act of washing out Denise's undies he couldn't control the excitement that arose in him whenever he went into the bathroom and found the little net bag waiting on him. Outside of the apprehension he felt about being found washing-out Denise's intimate apparel, he actually enjoyed the opportunity to handle her undies and imagine her wearing the various articles.

One evening when Helen was out with some of her friends and his man was on a business trip, he heard the bathroom door open and close from Denise's side and then open on his side. He looked up from the magazine he was reading to find Denise standing in the bathroom doorway. The only thing she had on was a pretty, light blue slip that he recognized from her laundry. As Denise slowly walked toward him he couldn't take his eyes off of her luscious body. He could see her erect nipples straining against the silky fabric of the slip and he began to feel very aroused by the sight.

Denise stopped beside his chair and said, "you've been a very good boy, Gene. I really appreciate the way you have been taking care of my undies for me."

"Uh, thanks," muttered Gene.

"I think you deserve a reward."

"Really," said Gene.

"Yes, I do," she said. "I'll bet you've wondered how my panties look on me, haven't you?

Gene could only manage a nod in response. Denise raised the slip as she slowly made a half turn. When her back was to Gene and her panty-encased buttocks were staring him in the face she stopped. Gene could hardly draw a breath.

Denise giggled and asked, "would you like to feel these panties while they're on me? Gene couldn't manage to utter a word but his hand responded for him. He hesitantly reached out and let his open hand slide down the silky fabric covering Denise's firm buttocks. As he repeatedly caressed Denise's buttocks he became so aroused he thought he would explode. After a minute or so Denise let her slip down and turned toward Gene. Her eyes were half closed and Gene could tell that she was aroused also. She looked down at him and whispered, "I have a little gift for you."

Denise then reached up under her slip and began sliding her panties down. After they had cleared her buttocks, she let them drop down around her ankles and stepped out of them. Denise leaned over and retrieved the panties from the floor. She then dropped them in Gene's lap and said, "Here are a pair of my nicest panties all for your very own. If you think they felt sexy on me, they'll really feel sexy on you. Try them on if you dare but don't get caught with them, because I'll have to reveal our little secret if you do." With that she turned and walked back across the room suggestively swaying her hips as she went. In a moment the bathroom door closed and Gene was left sitting in a confused but highly aroused state staring after her.

Not many nights later, Denise appeared in Gene's doorway again. This time she was wearing a pair of black satin pajamas. She didn't say anything but only motioned for him to follow and then retreated back into her own room. Gene was drawn after her as if by a magnet. When they got to her room, Denise had Gene put nail polish on her toenails. She then asked him if he had tried on the panties she had given him. When he told her that he hadn't she insisted that he do it and model them for her. Gene agreed under the threat of exposure if he didn't.

Gene went into the bathroom and took all of his clothes off and put on the powder blue panties. The soft silky feel of the panties on his skin coupled with the thought of Denise seeing him wearing them was highly arousing. He got a terrific erection and was reluctant to go back into Denise's room. Before he could decide what to do, Denise opened the bathroom door to check on him. She was amused at his discomfort and chastised him for getting an erection and stretching out the panties. Denise led him from the bathroom and had him sit on her bed. She took the nail polish and painted his toenails.

Denise then had Gene go and sit at her dressing table. She told him she was going to give him a lesmister on applying make-up, so that he could help her. She then proceeded to give his face the full treatment. After she was finished, she asked him to get up and walk around the bedroom, so she could evaluate her work. While Gene was walking around the room, Denise said, "You are very pretty and much too pretty for a boy. I think I shall call you Jean rather than Gene. In fact, you can be the little sister I've always wanted." Jean was both humiliated and aroused by his domination by Denise. He found the experience to be most confusing. He knew that Denise had him in her spell and he would do whatever she wanted. Finally, Denise said, "Jean, you'd better go wash your make up off and go to bed. I think you should relax in the panties though. That will help you remember your new role as my little sister."

Jean had only nodded and left the smiling and amused Denise sitting on the bench in front of her dresser. He went into the bathroom and looked at his make-up job in the mirror for several minutes. He decided that he did indeed looked too pretty to be a boy. But, if that was true, what was he? Jean washed his face thoroughly but removal of the make-up did not erase his confusion and doubt about his identity. He wore the panties to bed as Denise had instructed and caressed himself through the silky fabric until he reached an explosive climax.

There followed many evenings in Denise's room. They dressed up in Denise's clothes and tried out different make-up techniques on one another. Jean became quite good at selecting items from Denise's wardrobe to make flattering outfits for both Denise and himself. Jean learned to put on stockings, snap garter belts and walk in high heel pumps. He loved the feel of dresses as they slid across the slippery fabric of slips and hose as he walked about Denise's large bedroom. Denise even got a couple of wigs, so he could have long beautiful hair when they played dress-up.

One night when he was alone in the house Jean went into Denise's room and dressed up in some of Denise's lingerie. He was sitting on the bench at the dressing table getting ready to apply some lipstick when Denise came home early from her date and caught him. She did not chastise him but simply sat down on the bed and said, "my, you sure look sexy tonight Little Sister."

Denise then pulled her skirt up to expose her pearl white panties. Her stocking sheathed legs were stretched out in front of her. Her feet still in her pumps rested on the floor beside the bed. "Little Sister," she said, "come here and pull my shoes off for me." Jean went over to the bed and knelt down before Denise. He reached down and raised her left foot as he slipped off her pump. He then raised her right foot and slipped off the other shoe. Denise looked down on his up raised face with an alluring smile caressing her lips. Denise said, "Come here and smell my womanhood Little Sister."

Jean moved forward and leaned into the bed between Denise's legs, which she spread wide to accommodate him. He lowered his head until his face was pressed into her crotch. He began to mouth her as her fingers played with his hair. The musky scent of her pussy so aroused him that he thought that his throbbing cock would burst. Denise said, " Pull my panties down Little Sister so you can taste my sweet girl juices."

Jean pulled the panties down and off of her ankles as she adjusted her position on the bed to assist him. As soon as he had the panties clear, Denise leaned back on the bed and spread her legs wide and said, "eat my beaver Little Sister. I'm so hot I can hardly bear it any longer." As Jean buried his face in her warm, wet pussy, he began licking her and tasted her warm, slick juices. As Jean busily worked on this object of his compulsion, Denise began thrusting her hips and squeezed his head tightly between her thighs. Soon she was moaning loudly and her body was wracked by spasms as one orgasmic wave after another rippled down her body.

Jean savored the taste and smell of Denise as she began relating to him the date she had been on that evening. "Oh, Little Sister, you should have been there tonight. Jeff wanted to fuck me so bad he was nearly crazy. I let him play with my tits, which really turned me on, but that is as far as I'd let him go. While he was groping my tits, I rubbed his cock until it was about to burst through his jeans. The feel of that big hard cock was just too much! I had to feel it in my hand and unzipped his pants and worked it out. Little Sister, it felt so good. That big, hot throbbing dick in my hand was such a turn on. I couldn't stand it. I just had to taste it. Before I realized what I was doing, I had Jeff's hard member between my lips. It felt so good in my mouth. It was hot to the touch and both hard and soft at the same time. Jeff began thrusting his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth. It felt so good to be fucked by his big hard cock. I wanted his cum to fill me up. After only a few thrusts his cock was pressed hard into the back of my throat and I could feel it pulsating as he squirted his hot cum into my mouth. His baby juice tasted so good! His hot, hard cock felt so fantastic in my mouth I desperately wanted to feel it thrusting in my pussy. I was desperate to cum myself, but I'm not giving up my virginity to any of these local yokels! The last thing I need is to have my plans messed up by a pregnancy. I saved myself for you Little Sister. I know I can count on my sweet girlie boy to get me off and save me from my desire."

Jean's cock was about to burst out of his panties. Eating Denise's wet, sweet pussy and hearing her erotic tale was just too much to take. His hand rubbed his hard cock through the silky panties that he wore. Denise saw him rubbing his cock and she said, "take it out Little Sister. Let's play with your big clit."

Denise told Jean to jerk off into her hand. Jean stroked his throbbing cock until he felt a wave of orgasm rising from his gonads. As he felt the hot juice begin to flow through his member, Denise grabbed his cock and began to massage it. As his cock began spewing out its dammed up juices, Denise caught most of the hot, thick liquid in her cupped hand. As he collapsed into a heap on the floor, Jean could see Denise rubbing his thick fluid over her bare breast and then eagerly inhaling the aroma arising from them in a blatant display of unbridled sexuality.

In a moment Denise said, "My tits feel so good Little Sister. You don't know what you're missing. Come up here on the bed and I'll let you feel my tits." Eagerly, Jean crawled up on the bed and gazed enviously at Denise's pert, firm breasts rising and falling with her breath. "Go ahead and cop a feel Little Sister. Every guy in town has tried and I don't want to deprive my special "girlie boy." Jean reached out and began to gently knead Denise's flesh. He could still feel his wet, sticky cum that she had rubbed over the breasts. Denise said, "See how nice they feel. It's too bad you don't have anything in your bra except foam pads. Denise's breasts drew Jean to them like magnets and he quickly found himself with his face buried in them. He licked and sucked on them and could taste himself where she had rubbed his cum on her tits.

He felt himself getting hard again and straining against his panties. Denise must have felt his hardness as well because she sat up and looked at his arousal. Denise said, "I just don't know what I'm going to do with you. You're going to ruin every pair of panties I have. We're going to have to find a way to restrain you. Besides, that bulge looks ridiculous in a nice sexy pair of panties. Take them off and go wash them out."

"OK," said Jean as he reluctantly rose from the bed and moved toward their adjoining bathroom.

Denise soon modified an athletic supporter to tightly pin Jean's penis back and between his legs. She had covered and lined the device with satin fabric so that it was soft and feminine in appearance. Even so, Jean's tightly restrained cock ached when it was erect. Denise was very pleased with the result both because of the more feminine appearance Jean now had when dressed up and because her panties were not being stretched as badly by his arousal. Jean complained a little about his discomfort, but Denise would only say, "it hurts sometimes to be beautiful Little Sister." Thereafter, she always insisted that he wear his "satin pocket," as they came to refer to the device, whenever he dressed up.

When Jean and Denise awoke the next morning, they lay in bed for a little while, listened to music and talked. After they were both fully awake, Denise said, "You should go take a shower. You'll find a razor, cream and depilatory in the bathroom so you can really get cleaned up before we go on our little outing. I plan to do the same and then I'll come in and see if you need any help. We can have a light breakfast before we take off, if you're hungry."

After Jean had completed his bath, he came out and began looking through the closet and chest-of-drawers at the considerable wardrobe Denise had provided. About this time Denise entered the room. She was wearing a pair of boot cut, white jeans that hugged her body tightly. She wore a knit blouse that was black with a V shaped cutout in both the front and back with three-quarter length sleeves. She was wearing a pair of open toe black mules, which exposed the sheer flesh tone stockings that she wore. In her hand she carried a white denim waist length jacket.

Jean's gaze took in her appearance and commented, "You look fabulous Denise."

Obviously pleased, Denise said, "I think you have an outfit very similar to this one. Perhaps, we should dress as if we were twins today. By the way, in the closet there is a box that has some special items that I bought for your visit that should help out with the outfit."

Jean grinned like a kid and asked, " What did you get for me Denise?"

Denise replied by going to the closet and taking a box off the shelf. She brought the box over and sat it on the bed and opened it. Inside was a pair of modest sized silicon breasts. There was also a pull on spandex brief with a padded posterior. "These falsies should help fill out all your outfits in a more flattering way and the briefs will improve your appearance in tight fitting pants or skirts," she told Jean.

Denise then helped Jean brush out his shoulder length blond hair and worked with him to put some subtle cosmetic touches on his face. Finally, Denise went to the dresser and got some earrings and a bracelet to finish off Jean's outfit. With their preparations complete they went to the kitchen for some whole grain toast with sugar free jam and hot tea before heading down to the Mercedes in the parking garage and their excursion.

Denise drove the Mercedes along Peachtree Street in the light mid-morning traffic.

"Where are we going?" asked Jean.

"We're going to a large shopping area called Phipps Plaza," replied Denise.

When they entered the shopping area Jean was at first impressed by all the high-end stores. After the initial excitement that seeing all the stores brought, Jean began to have some reservations about being this public while dressed as a woman. After Denise parked the car and turned off the engine, Jean said, "I'm not sure that this is a good idea."

"What on earth do you mean?" asked Denise as she put the keys to the car in her purse.

"I mean, it is one thing to dress up and be your little sister at home but I've never tried to be your little sister in public and this is very public. I'd be terribly embarrassed if people could tell that I was a man dressed in drag," answered Jean.

Denise reached over and took one of Jean's hands in hers and said, "Trust me Jean. With your small stature and delicate features you're a perfect girlie boy. You're a better-looking woman than three-quarters of the women that we'll see in the mall. Oh, we'll be stared at you can be sure, but it won't be because you look like a TV. Pretty much all the men will be attending with lust in their heart and most of the women will be envious of the male attention that we'll generate.

Jean thought for a moment and said, "I understand why the men might look at us but why would the women be envious?"

Denise smiled and answered, "Men, especially in the presence of women, would describe us as pretty or beautiful, which are code words for sex appeal or sexiness. We are sexy and will attract a lot of male attention. The more male attention a woman has the broader are her choices and the fewer prime choices available to the competition. Many women refuse to consciously admit this basic fact of life and will even deny it or try to rationalize it away. However, when another woman demonstrates greater sex appeal most women recognize it and in their gut know that the competition has displaced them. It is a rather blunt way of putting it but the name of the game is capturing the best sperm and then monopolizing it!"

Jean giggled and asked, "How on earth would one know who has the best "baby juice"?"

A girl looks for indicators that provide good clues to who is a "prime choice," answered Denise.

"And, what would those indicators be?"

"A prime choice," said Denise, "is a man who is healthy, intelligent, permisterable and who has put those attributes to work to make himself successful."

Blushing a little Jean asked, "Do I really need to know all this?"

"Yes, because you need to get your head wrapped around the idea of being a beautiful woman. The big test for you is not in your appearance but in your attitude. If you go in there thinking of yourself as a man in women's clothing, it may show through. If you go in convinced that you're a knockout looking babe, you have the appearance to carry the attitude. Can you do that?"

"Yes, I think so," replied Jean with a thoughtful expression on his face suggesting that he was still processing Denise's comments.

"Oh, and another thing that you may encounter," said Denise, "is the displaced will try to diminish the competition. This is often done through slanderous comments about the competitor using pejoratives like slut or whore. They may also try to discount the men whose lustful attention has been captured by calling them pigs or other demeaning names."

"But, I'm not real competition in the sense you're talking about."

Denise looked steadily at Jean with a twinkle in her eyes and said, "You can't compete with genetic women as a biological vehicle, but that doesn't prevent you from distracting men's sexual attention away from genetic women. If women knew that you were an impostor, loathing would be added to their envy."

"Why loathing?" asked Jean.

"Because not only would you have displaced them in the great competition but you would pose a challenge that would confound them. They wouldn't know how to compete with you except perhaps to expose you as a fake. However, there are many men who won't care if the object of their sexual desire is not genetically pure as long as they can have their way with you. There are others for whom your sex appeal will actually be enhanced by such a revelation. The few that will be completely turned off will represent a small victory for any woman who uses exposure as a defense. As a successful imposter you will be feared because you represent an unknown quantity in the game and fear generates loathing. Do you understand now?" asked Denise

Jean looked a bit confused and perhaps a little embarrassed by Denise's frank discussion as he answered, "For me, it is an unfamiliar way of looking at things and seems to be fraught with potential snares, but I'm sure you will help me understand," answered Jean.

"Of course! I'm with you all the way Jean. I know the territory well and will delight in being able to guide my little sister. Let's go in there and strut our stuff," said Denise as she released Jean's hand and reached for the door handle.

Denise and Jean entered the mall arm in arm. They paraded down the mall, heels clicking on the tile, breasts gently jiggling as they walked. Jean could sense eyes turning to look as they passed and smiled. He felt sexy and turned on by the attention. He could feel his organ grow hard in his special "pocket". He became so aroused he thought he might have an orgasm. Jean began to more closely mirror Denise's sensuous way of moving as they paraded down the mall.

Denise looked over and smiled at Jean and said in a very quiet voice, "I knew you'd get into it. There isn't anything that's a bigger turn on than moving through a public place and having every man, young and old, staring at you and wanting to fuck you," said Denise with a grin. "I love to think that we'll leave a hundred hard cocks in our wake and will probably make a lot of women happy because their husbands come home horny and fuck them for the first time in a month. Think of it as a public service that comes with knockout looks," she added.

They reached the beauty salon where Denise had made an appointment and entered. Andre, Denise's hair stylist, took one look at Jean's long, straight blond hair and said, "Honey, if you're Denise's sister, you need something that looks sexier than this plain Jane hair style. Denise told me that you've just moved in with her and I need to help you fit in with her and her lifestyle." So while Andre did Jean's hair a manicurist came in and went to work on Jean's nails. When Jean looked in the mirror he saw his long hair in spiraling curls that hung down almost touching his shoulders. The curls were almost like springs and bounced slightly when he moved. The curls framed and further softened his face, enhancing his already delicate features. "Viola," said Andre, "you're ready to party."

Denise thanked Andre gave him a big hug and pressed a nice tip in his hand. Jean and Denise headed back up the mall arm in arm. Denise said, "You see, I told you you'd do fine and you look fabulous. You're adapting to the female mind beautifully. Just imagine that little prick between your legs is a big clit protruding from a hot, wet pussy that is ready for action. My little sister is going to be a hit at the party were going to tonight."

When they arrived back at Denise's condo, Denise told Jean to go pick out a dress to wear to the party. As Jean headed to his bedroom, Denise instructed him to pick something sexy but in a subtle way. "Don't choose like a little slut. Show some class."

"Alright, I'll see what I can do," answered Jean.

A bit later Denise came in to check on Jean's progress. She was wearing a black and beige print dress. The dress was open at the neck, had an empire waist and cap sleeves. She was wearing black, closed-toe, Mary-Jane pumps with a T-strap. As Denise walked across the room Jean could hear Denise's dress as it swirled about and against her stocking clad legs. Denise observed that Jean had laid out on the bed a teal, faux wrap dress. The dress had long sleeves and a modest V-neckline. The front of the dress had pleats and there was sash tie. Next to the dress Jean had placed a pair of black satin control briefs, a black and white lace chemise and hose. On the floor was a pair of black, peep-toe platform pumps. "Excellent choices Jean," exclaimed Denise. "Now all we need to do is get you some earrings and a necklace and you'll be a knockout."

At around 7 pm, Denise came in and checked Jean over. She touched up his make-up a little and commented that he was doing very well with his make-up considering how long it had been since he last applied it. She fluffed his curls a little and then said, "We're almost ready to go. Come with me to my room." Denise and Jean went to Denise's room and Denise went in to the bath and came out with a pill and glass of water. She handed the pill to Jean and said, "Here try this."

Jean took the pill and looked at it for a moment and asked, "What is it?"

Denise said, "It is X. Have you ever tried it?"

"No," replied Jean.

"Well, believe me you're going to love this stuff. In about 30 minutes you're going to feel like a girl in love," said Denise smiling broadly.

Jean took the pill and washed it down with the water. Jean followed Denise out of the bedroom and to the front door. Denise opened a closet and took a jacket and handed another to Jean. They then headed for the basement and Denise's car. Denise drove them a short distance to a condo complex in mid-town. They drove up to the front and left the car with a valet. Upon entering the lobby Denise guided Jean to the elevators and it was obvious to Jean that Denise was familiar with the lay out of the lobby. They entered an elevator and Denise punched in a code on the pad by the floor buttons. They exited the elevator at the tenth floor and found themselves in a large open room in which a number of people were gathered, takeing wine and talking. Denise led Jean around and introduced him to a number of the people. Finally, she took Jean over to a handsome man who appeared to be in his late 30s or early 40s. Denise said, "Ralph this is Jean, my little sister, that I've told you about. Jean this is my agent, Ralph."

Ralph looked down at Jean and enclosed one of Jean's hands in both of his and said, "It is in deed a pleasure to finally meet you. You're more beautiful than Denise let on. But, I should have known that anyone as beautiful as Denise would have a beautiful little sister."

Jean blushed and glanced down and away from Ralph's face and said, "You're too kind. I'd like to think that I'm at least not an embarrassment to Denise." Jean looked up into Ralph's face and could feel a warm glow spreading through his body. Jean knew it was probably the have that Denise had given him but nonetheless felt drawn to and enchanted by Ralph.

Denise looked at Jean and smiled while giving him a quick wink. She then looked at Ralph and said, "Please take care of my little sister for me Ralph. I must go and visit a bit with a few people."

Ralph said, "Of course, I'd love nothing better than to be in charge of looking after a beautiful visitor." Come," he said to Jean while extending his arm to him, "let's go select a wine."

After getting two glasses of wine, Ralph led Jean to a somewhat secluded corner where there was a small couch with its back turned to the bustle of the nearby party. He invited Jean to have a seat and took a seat next to him as he placed the glasses of wine on a small coffee table in front of the couch. Ralph began talking to Jean about Atlanta and asking questions about Denise before she had come to Atlanta. All the while, Ralph held one of Jean's hands in his and gazed steadily into Jean's eyes. He frequently smiled at things Jean said and appeared to be enjoying their quiet conversation. Jean was virtually glowing from his attention and was stimulated by his touch. After a while, Ralph asked, "Would you like to see a great view of the Atlanta skyline?"

"I'd love to," said Jean.

Ralph rose and pulled Jean to his feet. He guided them down a short hallway and through a door, which he closed behind them as they entered the room. The room was only lit by the lights from other buildings entering the room by way of a large window looking out on to the city. The room appeared to be a large office with a seating area to one side that included a couch and two chairs. Ralph led Jean over to the window and they stood arm in arm looking out at the skyline. Ralph noted several points of interest, including the building where several celebrities lived and then turned and looked down at Jean. Jean turned toward him and looked up into his eyes. After a moment, Ralph leaned down and kissed Jean on the lips. Jean felt like an electric charge had run through his body and eagerly returned the kiss. Ralph pulled Jean against him as he kissed Jean's lips, face and neck. Jean felt a wonderful sense of warmth spreading through his body. Ralph began running his hands over Jean's back and then let them slide down to his buttocks. The slippery fabric of the chemise beneath the dress slid over his panties causing Jean to become very aroused. Ralph too had become aroused and Jean could feel Ralph's hard cock pressing into his belly as he rested the side of his face against Ralph's chest.

Ralph whispered in Jean's ear, "I want to make love to you very much."

Jean was very aroused as well and almost answered yes but then snapped back into focus and realized the predicament that he had gotten himself into. Here he was alone with this handsome, aroused man who wanted to make love to what he thought was a beautiful woman. Jean thought for a moment and said, "Ralph, I'd love to feel you in me. You're such a great and virile looking man and I'm really turned on by you, but it is the wrong time of the month."

Ralph said, "What rotten luck I have, but I'm sure you'll be worth the wait. Let's just enjoy cuddling a bit longer."

"Yes, I'd like that very much," whispered Jean.

After a few minutes, Ralph pulled one of Jean's arms from around his waist and guided Jean's hand down to the bulge in his pants. He grasped Jean's wrist and then began to rub the palm of Jean's hand over his hard cock. Jean was almost faint from the stimulation and was breathing heavily. After a few moments, Ralph said, "I'd really like it if you would give me a little relief with a hand job."

Jean could think of no graceful way of extracting himself from the situation and didn't really want to end the encounter on a sour note so he looked up at Ralph, smiled and said, "Yes, I would love to do that for you."

With that said Jean unzipped Ralph's trousers and reached inside for a better feel of the hard cock captured in Ralph's underwear. Jean wanted to feel the hard, hot cock in his hand. Jean unbuckled Ralph's belt and unhooked the front clasp on the trousers. This allowed the trousers to slid down around Ralph's ankles. Jean was now able to more easily get his hand inside of Ralph's cotton knit briefs and wrap it around the throbbing cock. Jean squeezed the cock and felt it pulse in response.

With heaving breath, Ralph said, "Take it out."

Jean responded by beginning to tug on the briefs. Soon Jean knelt on the floor in front of Ralph so that he could get a better angle on pulling the briefs down. As the briefs came down Ralph's rigid cock sprang free nearly striking Jean in the face. Jean reached out and ran his long finger nails along the rigid cock and then took Ralph's ball sac in his cupped hand and gently massaged Ralph's balls. Ralph was clearly becoming more and more aroused. As Jean ran his fingertips along the sides and underside of Ralph's cock, he could see a small bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip of the cock's bulbous head. Jean could not resist the impulse to reach out with his tongue and flick the bead of pre-cum off the head. The feel of the cock's head on his tongue and the taste of the pre-cum were just too much and before he even realized what he was doing, Jean leaned forward and engulfed the cock in his mouth.

Jean grasped the cock near the base with one hand and placed his other hand on Ralph's naked and hairy leg. Jean began running the cock deep into his wide-open mouth until he could feel the soft head pushing against the back of his throat. When the cock head reached the back of his throat, Jean would close his lips around the hard, hot shaft and pull his head back letting the cock slide through his mouth. All the while Jean was caressing the underside of the cock with his tongue. When the cock was almost ready to exit from between Jean's blush red lips, he would open his mouth and take the cock back deep inside his warm wet mouth until he could feel it pressing against the entrance to his throat. A few times on the withdrawal stroke, Ralph's excitement caused his cock to slip from between Jean's lips with a slurping pop. The sound of his cock popping from Jean's mouth seemed to even further excite Ralph. After a number of strokes, Ralph's cock was wet and slick with saliva and pre-cum.

Ralph reached down and gently took Jean's face between his warm hands and tilted Jean's face up so that they could make eye contact. Jean was relaxed, glowing and anxious to be face fucked by Ralph. Ralph began thrusting his cock deep into Jean's mouth, pressing it firmly into his throat, penetrating deeper than Jean had done, then Ralph would pull back about half-way and repeat the stroke. Jean felt completely possessed by Ralph and passively looked into Ralph's glazed over eyes as Ralph continued to fuck him in the mouth. At last, Ralph pressed his cock as deep into Jean's mouth as he could push it and held fast as loads of hot, sticky cum pulsed through his shaft and into Jean's throat. Jean thought for a moment that he would gag on the thick globs of semen but relaxed and it flowed into and coated his throat with a blanket of warmth. Ralph broke eye contact with Jean and leaned back against the wall panting. Ralph's hands continued to cup Jean's face and his still hard cock remained in Jean's mouth. Ralph let go of Jean's face and Jean let the still hard cock slide out of his mouth. He then took the cock in hand and milked it a few times bringing the last of Ralph's considerable load of cum oozing out of the tip. Jean eagerly licked the cock clean and finally released it.

Ralph looked down at Jean's face and locked eyes with him and said, "Jean, that was much better than a hand job and probably the best blow job I've had in recent memory." After a moment, he whispered, "Thank you, thank you. You are going to be a great fuck." Ralph then reached down and took Jean's hands and pulled him to his feet. He looked into Jean's eyes and smiled. He then reached out and wiped a small dribble of white cum from the corner of Jean's mouth with a finger. He then extended the finger to Jean's lips and Jean took the finger gently into his mouth as if it were a small cock and sucked the residual cum from the finger. Ralph leaned down and gave Jean a lingering kiss on the lips. Jean pressed against Ralph as he held him tightly and sighed with contentment. After a moment, Ralph said, "We had better straighten up and get back to the party before people start wondering where we got off to, especially your sister."

Upon returning to the party, Jean found Denise and hung out with her for a while as she visited with some of her friends. Jean saw Ralph from time to time as he circulated and he would always look at him and give a smile or wink and Jean would blush like a schoolgirl with her first crush. Denise took note of this action at a distance and smiled like the cat that ate the canary. Around 1 a.m., Denise indicated that they should probably head home. She told Jean it was getting late and he looked like he could use some beauty rest.

As they drove home, Denise asked, "Did you have a good time at the party Jean?"

Jean giggled and said, "It was great!"

"I take it you and Ralph hit it off," replied Denise with a small knowing smile on her lips. "You'll have to feel me in on the details when we get home," she said as she reached over and gave Jean's hand a quick, gentle squeeze.

The Mercedes pulled into the garage beneath Denise's building and they took the elevator up to her condo. When they entered the condo, Denise said, "Go slip into your pajamas and I'll change and come to your room."

"OK and please bring some wine," replied Jean.

In a few minutes Denise entered Jean's room wearing her baby-doll pajamas and carrying an open bottle of wine and two glasses. Jean was sitting on the bed wearing his satin pajamas. Denise sat the wine glasses on the bedside table and poured some wine into the glasses. She sat the bottle down on the table and picked up the glasses of wine. She handed one of the glasses to Jean as she sat on the edge of the bed and swung her legs up. She crossed her legs and leaned toward Jean and said, "I'm just dying to hear how things went with Ralph."

"Oh, they went alright," replied Jean. "He's a nice guy."

"Don't hand me that nice guy line. I saw you and he disappear into his study and I saw the way you and he looked at one another after you came back to the party," said Denise as she looked into Jean's eyes. "Did he make a move on you?"

Jean blushed and looking down at his glass of wine whispered, "Yes. He kissed me and caressed me."

"Is that all? I know Ralph and he isn't likely to have stopped there," giggled Denise.

"He said he wanted to fuck me," said Jean with obvious discomfiture. Apparently, enjoying Jean's embarrassment Denise pressed on, "And, what did you say?" she asked with a big grin spreading across her face.

"I told him I was having my period."

"Come on now Jean I'm your big sister and it is just us girls talking. You must tell me all the juicy details."

"Ralph was very aroused and he asked me to give him a hand job. I couldn't see any way to refuse and besides I wanted to please him, so I took his cock out of his pants and caressed it with my fingernails."

"And?"

"The feel of my hand wrapped around his hot, rigid cock was just too much. The next thing I knew I was on my knees with it in my mouth," said Jean as he looked up at Denise and smiled.

"Did you like it?" asked Denise.

"It was exquisite," exclaimed Jean. He was now feeling comfortable talking about his experience. "It felt so good to have his warm, hard flesh filling my mouth. I sucked on him and ran his organ in and out of my mouth. He was slick from my mouth and the cum oozing out of this cock and I just wanted to swallow him and feel his cock pushing down my throat. After a bit he grasped my face in his hands and our eyes locked as he took over and began gently thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. He pushed it deep into my throat with each stroke until he finally pushed it in deep and kept the soft head pressed there and then I felt his cock begin to spasm and he shot his thick, warm cum into my throat. All the while I was staring into his eyes as he shot his load into me and I felt warm and happy to have given him this pleasure."

"I'm so glad you made Ralph happy and that you enjoyed giving him pleasure," exclaimed Denise. She took a sip of her wine and said, "Now you're getting a real feel for the pleasures of being a girl."

Jean smiled at Denise and said, "I remembered all the times you told me about your dates back home and I just knew it was going to feel wonderful to give a man pleasure. I hope you don't mind my going down on your agent."

"Of course not! I wanted you to have a good time with Ralph and thought something like this might happen. Actually, think of it as an audition. If Ralph really liked you, he might just offer you some work."

"But, what will he say when he finds out that I'm not a real girl?" asked Jean.

Denise giggled and said," He already knows you're a girlie boy. I told him all about you before you got here. He was anxious to meet you and see if everything I'd told him was true."

Jean looked abashed and asked; "He already knew I wasn't a genetic girl when you introduced me to him?"

"Yes. He was curious to see how you would handle yourself in an erotic encounter and I'd say from the way he was looking at you after you left the study that you were a hit with him."

"Did you really mean it when he told me he still wanted to fuck me?"

"Oh yes, he'll want to fuck you for sure now. You've got a tiger by the tail."

"I think there is more going on here than I am aware of," said Jean.

"Alright, I guess it is time to come clean with you. I'm not a model exactly, but I do work for Ralph. He makes high quality porno movies for an exclusive clientele with lots of money and big sexual appetites. The movies have a limited distribution but generate a lot of money. He also does "instant replays" for his clientele in which they get to play the male roles in the movies with the actresses. He pays really well as you can see from the way I live."

"I can see you're doing very well but why would he be interested in me?" asked Jean.

"Ralph has a number of clients that think it is macho to fuck feminized males. You will be a major turn on for these guys. They will see you as a really hot looking girl and when they find out you are really a girlie boy they will go crazy over your movies and want to do instant replays with you. You'll make us all a lot of money, if you want the work."

"It sound intriguing but I'll have to think about it," said Jean. "This is all so much to take in at once. Yesterday, I was just having fun playing the role of your little sister and today you're asking me to become a prostitute."

"No. Actress," said Denise emphatically. "Well, think about it a bit," suggested Denise. "Keep in mind that this can be very lucrative and lot of fun besides, especially since you seem to have a real talent for filling the role. You could live here with me and you could continue with school if you like. Emory University is an excellent private school that you could attend and it is not too far from here. I've almost finished my masters degree in biology there myself and plan to go on and do a doctoral degree."

"What about Ralph?" asked Jean.

"He is going to want to have his way with you soon to be sure that you're right for the job, but I can coach you and have you ready to be butt fucked by him in no time," said Denise with a little laugh and a knowing twinkle in her eyes.

"I don't know if I can take a cock that way," said Jean with a look of doubt on his face.

"If I can, you can," said Denise in a matter of fact manner. "I've done it and I know how to prepare you. You'll love the feel of having your cock hole filled up with a hard, hot prick. There is nothing like being full of hard cock and feeling it convulse as it spits its creamy cum into your body. You'll love it," said Denise with a knowing smile. "Please say you'll try."

After a moment and a bit reluctantly Jean said, "OK, if you'll help me I'll try. I did really enjoy sucking Ralph off and seeing the pleasure on his face when he came in my mouth. If he wants to butt fuck me, I'll try to make him happy."

"Great," exclaimed Denise. Let's get some relax and tomorrow I'll start working with you on getting ready for your second escapade with Ralph."

The next afternoon Denise told Jean that it was time to start learning how take a cock in his tight little butt pussy. First, she told him that he needed to be sure he was a clean as a whistle. There should be no hair any where on his butt and his cock hole should be well scrubbed. After seeing to external cleanliness he should do some internal work starting with an enema as near as possible to having sex. Then she told him to follow this up with a douche using a nicely scented wash. Denise told Jean that he should also use a tube of vaginal lubricant applied with an applicator so that it was well distributed up in his cock hole. Finally, she took him by the hand and led him into his bathroom and showed him where all the necessary devices and supplies were stored. "When you're finished getting ready," she told him, "just put on a slip and come to my bedroom for the real instruction." With that Denise left Jean in the bathroom and went to the kitchen for a cup of coffee while she waited for him to complete his chores.

After finishing her cup of coffee, Denise went into her bedroom and took a box down from a shelf in her clothes closet. In the box was a strap on L shaped dildo, a jar of Super Slick Sex Lube and some latex finger sheaths. She sat these on the bed as she heard Jean entering the room. She turned and watched Jean wearing a navy blue slip glide across the room to the bed with mincing steps that gave his gait a sexy sway. "My, my pretty girl you look ready for a good fucking," said Denise with a big smile on her face. "Get your cute ass over here and sit it on the bed while I get ready for you." With that Denise slipped out of her satin ecru pajama bottoms and matching panties. She picked up the dildo, opened the jar of lube and applied lube to one of the shafts. With legs bowed, Denise began working the shaft of the dildo up into her pussy. When the shaft fully penetrated her and had reached the oval platform that divided the two shafts from one another she stopped. There was a look of pleasure and anticipation on her face. Denise pulled the straps up an around her waist and secured the dildo in place. The second shaft now protruded straight out from her crotch looking every bit like an erect cock. Denise grinned at Jean and said, "Get some of the lube in the jar there and grease up my dick." Jean complied while never taking his eyes off the dildo jutting out at him.

Denise said, "OK Little Sister its time to find out what it feels like to be fucked like a woman. I want you to hike that slip up around your waist and lean over the bed face down. Pull your big girlie boy clit up under your belly so it doesn't detract from the appearance of you butt pussy." Jean did as he was instructed. Denise then put a finger sheath on and lubed it up. Next she told Jean, "Reach back with your hands and spread your ass cheeks for me." Jean did as he was told. Denise then inserted her finger into Jean's butt pussy and slowly pressed her finger in as deep as it would go. Next she began to slide the finger slowly out and then in again. Jean moaned and appeared to be enjoying Denise's probing finger. "Don't think this is all there is to it," said Denise. You are no where near to taking an erect cock up that hole."

"I know," said Jean. "Your finger feels good but I'm afraid the dildo will hurt me. It looks so big."

"It isn't all that big," replied Denise. "It is about average for a hard cock and it won't hurt, if you do exactly as I tell you."

"OK," answered Jean with a slight quiver in his voice.

"The secret to taking a cock up the ass without a lot of pain is to push out as it is going in. This actually relaxes the anal muscles and allows your cock hole to expand to accommodate the penetrating dick," explained Denise as she positioned the head of the dildo at the entrance to Jean's cock hole. "Now, gently push as if you were trying to expel something. Imagine that you're a woman trying to push out a baby" With that Denise began to push the dildo into Jean's slick cock hole and the muscles expanded as Jean pushed out allowing the dildo to slide deeper into his hole. Jean groaned a little as most of the dildo penetrated him. Denise said, "Don't stop pushing. You don't have to push hard but do push enough to keep the muscle from contracting. If they contract it will hurt as the shaft will prevent them from returning to their normal position."

Jean maintained a gentle push outward and was soon fully penetrated by the dildo. "Take a few deep breaths and just lay there and get used to the feel of being filled up," directed Denise. After a minute Denise said, "OK, girlie boy now I'm going to fuck you." With that Denise began to pull the dildo out and then push it back in with a slow rhythmical half-stroke. As she fucked Jean the dildo shaft anchored in her pussy was pushed and pulled about inside of her and she became very aroused by this action. Until now the whole event had been somewhat mechanical but she was getting turned on now and began fucking Jean with some relish. Jean kept pushing and felt impaled on the dildo, which he thought would split him in half. While Denise kept up her strokes, friction was applied to Jean erect cock pinned between his stomach and the satin comforter on Denise's bed. As he heard Denise begin to gasp with pleasure as the gyrating dildo in her pussy brought her to a climax, his own arousal reached a peak and he felt his cock spasm with pleasure as it shot hot cum from its tip and coated his stomach. Jean heard a plopping sound as Denise withdrew the dildo and slid to the floor and leaned against the bed with her eyes closed and breathing heavily. With the dildo withdrawn, Jean was able to stop pushing and fully relax.

Shortly, Denise got up from the floor and asked, "Are you OK Little Sister?"

"Yes, I'm fine."

"You did good," said Denise. "I could tell you stuck with the technique. How was it?"

"It felt strange at first, but then I started to get aroused and all I wanted was for you to keep fucking me until I climaxed," said Jean.

"Well, that Little Sister is what fucking is all about. If you liked that you'll really like it when a man with real cock fucks you and shoots you full of cum. You're a natural for this business. Let's get cleaned up and have some lunch sweetie."

When Jean stood up and Denise saw the cum stains on her bed she exclaimed, "Wow, you did have a climax didn't you. Wipe down that comforter and strip it from the bed so we can take it to the cleaners. You'll find another in the closet over there to replace it with. I'm going to leave the dildo in the bathroom for you to clean up and store away. I'll get some clothes on and go see what we can have for lunch."

"Alright," said Jean. "I'll take care of things and be along in a few minutes and Denise thanks for showing me how to take cock. I couldn't have managed it without your instructions."

"My pleasure, literally," replied Denise with a satisfied grin "first time I ever fucked a girlie boy. It was fun. Maybe it would appeal to Ralph as a movie idea." With a big smile she turned and headed for the bathroom.

When Jean joined Denise in the kitchen for lunch, Denise said, "I talked to Ralph this morning and he said that if your instruction went well this afternoon that I should make you an offer."

"Really, what kind of offer?"

"Based on your knock out looks, his experience with you at the party and what I've told him about you Ralph thinks you can be a real star in our business. He would like to have you do a debut film for him and if it turns out as good as he thinks it will, he'll pay you $50,000."

"That's a lot of money Denise. What do I have to do?"

"Nothing you haven't already done. Give some head and get butt fucked. But, before the explicit sex there is some verbal foreplay, which you either have a talent for or don't. Ralph likes the dialogue to be as natural as possible, not scripted so you have to improvise as you go."

"Tell him hell yes. I'd like to take a shot at $50K. That would go along way toward paying for school," replied Jean.

"If this works out $50K will just be the beginning," said Denise. "As you can see I've been doing pretty well working with Ralph and there is plenty in the bank that you can't see."

"What are you going to do with all the money you're saving," asked Jean.

"I know that I won't always have the looks or the freshness necessary to keep at this career long-term. I plan to find a good man who loves me, preferably with his own money, and have a fairly normal life. I think I'd like to teach biology in a college. I'd also like to have nice house and kids but with no financial pressures or worries."

"What do you mean when you say a good man that loves you," asked Jean.

"Well, part of it is what I described to you as the kind of man who is a prime choice. I also mean a man who consistently demonstrates that he is committed to me. A man who is emotionally attached and dependent on me to meet his needs is a man who is in love with me. This is how you monopolize the assets of a prime choice. When I have such a relationship with a man that will be the man that I will want to marry and settle down with," answered Denise in a voice that carried conviction.

Jean looked a bit sad and replied, "I think that you've been planning something like this since before you left home. I don't know what I will do when you get married and settle down. I'll be all alone again."

"Little Sister, you have a great opportunity here to become financially independent. As long as you don't do anything irreversible, you can always retire and take on the role of a man again. You can have a career, do whatever you like."

"What do you mean irreversible?"

"Well, just don't get into being a girlie boy to the point you have surgery and try to become a physical girl. There is no going back from that. On the other hand, you could have some modest tits implanted to help with your appearance, if you wanted. Breasts are reversible and if you decide to go that route, I can recommend a great plastic surgeon that is one of Ralph's clients. You just don't want to go overboard because you'll want to be able to conceal them when you need to pass as male, like when you're attending school," explained Denise.

"I haven't really thought much about it," said Jean. But, I do know you're the only family I really have and I don't want to lose you."

"You'll always be my little sister Jean. Even if I get married you can visit as long as you don't start fucking my husband. On second thought, we might be able to have a little fun even after I get married because anyone I marry will have to be a liberal minded permister when it comes to sex. Don't worry about it. I'm not going to cast off my only sister."

Denise rose and walked around the table to where Jean sat and extended her arms. Jean rose and they hugged. Denise gave Jean a kiss on the cheek and said, "I love you Little Sister. I won't ever abandon you."

Jean took Denise's hands in his and stepped back gazing into Denise's eyes and said, I love you too Denise, since the first time I saw you."

"And, I knew from the first time I saw you that you were going to be the little sister that I never had," replied Denise. "It just took a bit of work but it was worth it."

Denise pulled her left hand from Jean's and said, "Ralph wants to shoot the debut film tonight, so we need to start getting ready. Let's go look through your clothes and see what kind of sexy outfit we can find to launch your film career." Holding on to Jean's left hand with her right hand Denise turned and led Jean out of the kitchen and toward his bedroom.

When Jean and Denise got to Jean's bedroom, Denise let go of Jean's hand and told him to go to the bathroom and prep up for his debut in the movies. When Jean returned he was completely nude but appeared to be at ease and gracefully moved across the room to the sitting area where Denise was waiting for him. Denise said, "Jean go put your "pocket" on so we can start picking out some clothes for you to wear tonight. You need to really look great for the cameras."

When Jean returned with his clit-prick tucked tightly between his legs in its satin "pocket", Denise was standing by the chest of drawers and had a couple of the drawers open. She pulled out a pair of high cut panties in a beautiful shade of pink mist with embroidered detailing. "Slip these on," Denise instructed Jean, "lets she if your clit-prick is tucked tightly enough away to make them fit properly." Jean did as instructed. Denise gave him a careful inspection that included signaling for him to do a 360-degree rotation. "Excellent!" she exclaimed. "The spandex straps on the "pocket" are covered by the panties." Next she pulled from one of the drawers a matching merrywidow in a mix of sheer and floral embroidery. She handed the piece to Jean who held it up to his chest and turned with his back to Denise so she could fasten the hooks and eyes that ran up the back of the merrywidow. Denise told Jean to get his silicon falsies and put them in the underwire bra cups. When Jean had the silicon tits in place, Denise looked on with approval and commented, "Nice, the nipples on the falsies push out on the bra enough to be visible. They'll clearly pass for real tits under the right clothing." Denise next selected a pair of buff, lace top stockings and told Jean to put the stockings on and attach them to the garters hanging down from the merrywidow.

Denise took Jean by the hand and led him to his closet where she selected a pair of black pumps with 3 and ½ inch stiletto heels and handed them to Jean to put on his feet. After Jean had the shoes on Denise told him, "Take them for a spin Little Sister. Let's see how they look?" Jean walked across the room with short steps, placing one foot in front on the other almost as if walking a line. Denise admired the way the shoes and Jean's command of them gave his hips a nice twist as he walked. He moved with a fluid grace that exuded confidence. When Jean returned to the closet, Denise said, "I think I have the perfect dress for you," as she handed him a black sheath dress in satin shantung. The dress had a boat neckline with slightly off shoulder straps. The big smile on Jean's face indicated that he agreed with the choice.

Jean took the sheath dress and stepped into it. He pulled the dress up and slipped his arms under the straps and pulled them up onto his shoulders. Denise came around behind Jean and zipped the dress up. Jean inspected himself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. He observed that the dress came down to just above his stocking clad knees and as he spun around to inspect the back he saw that there was a modest slit in the back to provide a bit more freedom of movement. The dress had a soft silky lining that caressed Jean's body as he turned to admire himself in the mirror. "Damn. You look gorgeous Little Sister. You'll be a knock out. Let's get you a small purse with a thin shoulder strap to go with that dress and do a little work on your make-up and you'll be good to go."

As Denise was finishing a bit of touch up work on Jean's eyebrows and lashes the doorbell rang. "That's probably Ralph," said Denise, "I'll go let him in and you get your ear rings in and come on out."

Denise went to the door and looked through the security window observing that the caller was indeed Ralph. She opened the door and greeted Ralph. Ralph came in and gave Denise a small hug and a peck on her right cheek. "Is our new star about ready?" asked Ralph.

"Jean is going to be true eye candy. I think you'll be pleased when you see him," replied Denise.

As if on cue, Jean glided into the room and Ralph's eyes' were immediately drawn to the beautiful and sexy woman entering the room. "Wow!" said Ralph with a smile of approval on his face. "A star is born!"

Jean blushed at Ralph's remarks as he came up and extended a hand toward Ralph. Ralph reached out and took Jean's hand by the fingers and brought the back of Jean's hand to his lips where he gently kissed the hand. Still holding Jean's hand, Ralph raised it high above Jean's head and used it to slowly spin Jean through a full rotation as he took in every detail of Jean's appearance. "You look like you're ready so let's be on our way," said Ralph. With that he leaned over and gave Denise a kiss on the forehead and said, "You've done a spectacular job babe. Thanks." Denise smiled with pleasure at the compliment and then opened the door for Ralph and Jean's exit.

Ralph and Jean moved through the early evening traffic in Ralph's Jaguar. "Where will we be doing the movie?" asked Jean.

"The movie will be recorded at my condo," answered Ralph. "I have a room set-up just for making movies."

"Will there be people in the room manning the cameras?"

"Not to worry. No need for stage fright. There won't be anyone in the room except you, an actor and myself and we all have parts to play. The room is fitted with automatic recording equipment from just about every angle and with close, medium and deep perspectives. After the recording, there will be a lot of editing and integrating to be done from all the recorded material," explained Ralph.

They entered Ralph's spacious, luxury condo and Ralph led Jean to the study where they had recently had their encounter/audition. Ralph invited Jean to have a seat and asked, "Jean would you like a glass of wine before we get started? I need to check and see if your counterpart, Carl, is here and ready."

"Yes, a small glass of chardonnay would be lovely," answered Jean as he sat down on the front edge of a chair swinging his left leg over the thigh of his right leg revealing the lace top stocking and attached garters on the left leg.

Ralph's gaze followed the movement and paused for a moment on the stocking's exposed lace top and garters. Ralph's eyes seemed to twinkle in anticipation as he smiled and said, "Be right back." In no time Ralph was back with a glass of chilled wine. He handed the wine to Jean who lightly ran his fingers down the back of Ralph's hand as he took the glass from Ralph. Jean looked up into Ralph's eyes and lightly kissed the air between their faces and gave Ralph a brief wink.

About the time Jean finished the chardonnay Ralph appeared and said, "Its Showtime my love. Come along."

Jean rose from the chair and placed the empty wine glass on the lamp table beside the chair and joined Ralph. Ralph took Jean's hand and led him to the door opening into the condo's recording room. They entered the room and Jean saw a handsome and nicely built man standing beside a cinnamon colored chaise lounge chair with a paisley pillow resting against the back. The man was wearing tan cotton slacks, brown loafers without socks and a white knit t-shirt that clung tightly to his well-sculpted torso. His exposed biceps were well defined and were obviously worked regularly. Ralph introduced Carl and Jean and then said, "I'm going to move back and sit in the chair beside the door. When I sit down I will activate the recording equipment and you can begin."

Carl's eyes devoured Jean and he smiled in approval. "Ralph told me you are the most beautiful and sexy girlie boy he has ever seen and I enthusiastically endorse his appraisal," said Carl in a deep but soft voice. "Spin around and let's have a look at all of you." Jean complied and Carl grinned in anticipation, which was also reflected in the bulge already visible in his trousers. Carl sat down on the front edge of the chaise and said, "Let's see what you've got under that pretty dress honey." Jean reached down and grasped the dress fabric at about mid-thigh and began to raise the hem in small increments. Slowly more and more of the stockings were revealed until the hem of the dress rested just above the lace top stockings and garter belts. Just a brief hint of Jean's mist pink panties was visible. Carl was leaning forward, his eyes fixed on Jean's thighs. "Nice," said Carl, "I think I see pink panties peeking out." Jean raised the hem of the dress higher until the embroidered mist pink panties and garter belt were visible. Carl stood up and asked, "Does the sissy boy like to wear panties?"

Jean grinned and answered, "I love nice feeling panties. They're so erotic. They make me feel pretty and sexy. With eyes closed and lips slightly pursed Jean held the dress up with his left hand and ran the fingertips of his right hand across his panty covered abdomen and then moved the hand around and caressed his silky buttocks exuding a low sigh of pleasure. "Would you like to feel them?" asked Jean with an inviting smile. Carl rose and walked across the space separating him from Jean. Jean continued to hold the dress high and Carl came up to Jean's left side, reached out and caressed Jean's panty clad buttocks with his right hand and then tightly squeezed the right buttock before removing his hand.

In a mocking tone of voice, Carl asked, "Does wearing pretty panties make the sissy boy want to suck cock?"

"Wearing pretty panties and sucking cock are a natural combo don't you think?" asked Jean.

"I wouldn't let anyone suck my cock that wasn't wearing pretty panties sissy boy," panted Carl who was now clearly aroused as his cock was straining to burst out of his trousers. "Does the sissy boy like sucking cock?"

Jean leaned a bit toward Carl and pursed his lips as if to give a kiss and then answered, "I love to suck cock Carl. I can hardly wait to get your hard dick in my mouth," as he licked his pink lips.

"What does sissy boy like about cock?" asked Carl.

"I love the smell of cock. I like to sniff the base of a cock where it folds down over its balls. I like to lick a cock until I can taste it on my tongue. I love to run my tongue up the under side all the way to the tip of the head over and over until the dick is slippery wet with its own pre-cum and my saliva. I like to take the wet cock into my mouth and feel its heat radiating in my mouth. I love to run my tongue around the soft spongy head of a cock and gently suck down on the head as if it were a juicy plum," loudly whispered Jean with eyes half closed as if imagining the description in his mind's eye.

"God! You're going to talk me into shooting my load in my pants. You nasty little girlie boy," exclaimed Carl.

Jean then reached out and took Carl's hand and started walking toward the chaise lounge chair and replied, "Maybe I should just show you." When they reached the chaise Jean turned to face Carl and began to run his hands over Carl's chest feeling his tight pectorals and then down Carl's shoulders to squeeze his biceps. Jean next reached down and grasped the t-shirt and pulled it up out of Carl's pants and up his torso. Carl took over a that point and pulled the t-shirt over his head. Jean's face was about even with Carl's chest and he leaned forward and licked each of Carl's nipples several times until he felt them stiffen under his tongue. Carl reached down and tilted Jean's face up toward his and then leaned down and kissed Jean on the lips. Carl's kiss lingered as he probed Jean's mouth with his tongue and then ran it in and out of Jean's mouth several times as if fucking Jean's mouth with a tongue cock. Jean was hot with desire and could feel his clit-prick growing very hard in its tightly constrained "pocket" and wanted very much to massage it until he came. Jean reached down and rubbed Carl's hard cock through his trousers. Carl turned Jean and pushed him down into a sitting position on the end of the chaise so that Jean was eye level with the bulge in Carl's trousers.

Jean reached out and unfastened the button on the waistband of Carl's trousers, unzipped the fly and pulled the trousers down. Carl was not wearing any underwear and his erect cock sprang straight out pointed at Jean's face. Carl kicked off his loafers and managed to get one leg out of the trousers and then kick with the other leg until the trousers went flying. Carl now stood before Jean like a naked Adonis with an erect member. Jean grasped Carl's cock in his hand and pulled Carl a bit closer. As though reliving the earlier description Jean pushed Carl's cock up toward his stomach and pressed his nostrils at the base of the cock and inhaled the man fragrance that was abundantly present. Jean next began to run his tongue up the underside of the shaft while pressing up on the base of Carl's dick to keep the underside of the shaft exposed. Jean could feel the large vessels in the shaft gorged with hot red that made the hard cock radiate body heat. Soon the dick was wet with the pre-cum oozing from the hole in tip of the bulbous cock head and the copious salvia coming from Jean's hungry mouth. Jean took the bulbous head and gently sucked on the head as if it were a sweet plum.

Carl said, "Sissy boy hold on to your panties cause I'm going to fuck your mouth like it was the best piece of pussy in the world. Just open wide and relax your throat and you'll love it." With that Carl grasped Jean's face between his hands and began to thrust his cock into Jean's mouth. With each thrust Carl pushed deeper. After several probing thrusts, Carl pushed hard and Jean felt the stiff cock push down into his throat. Carl did this a few times and then began to thrust harder and deeper until Jean had seven inches of cock in his mouth and throat. On each deep thrust now Jean could feel his nose press into Carl's pubic hair. Jean relaxed and accepted the thrusting cock. Jean could feel his throat tightly enclosing the hard cock as Carl pulled back a couple of inches and then pushed back down Jean's throat. Jean was able to get some air through his nostrils even though it felt like his mouth and throat were stuffed full of Carl's throbbing member. Just as Jean was beginning to think that Carl was about to shoot his load down his throat Carl pulled his cock back until only the head was fully in Jean's mouth. Carl asked, "Does sissy boy want Carl to fill his little girlie mouth pussy full of hot thick cum?"

"Um hum," mumred Jean.

"Don't you know better than to talk with your mouth full girlie boy," said Carl in a taunting tone of voice. "Just nod you head."

Jean nodded yes while looking up into Carl's eyes, which were glazed over with lust. Carl said, "Good, hold the head of my cock right where it is and stroke the underside with your tongue until I shoot my load into your hot little mouth." Jean complied by locking his lips around the back of the head and began stroking the underside of the head with his tongue. Jean held the base of the hard cock in his left hand and cupped Carl's balls in his right hand, which gently massaged the balls. Jean soon felt the tension in Carl's body reaching a climax and suddenly the hard cock was pulsating as it shot glob after glob of thick, warm cum into Jean's mouth. Carl's cum was so copious that Jean's mouth was fully coated with it, had it sliding down the back of his throat and even a little excess leaking out past the seal Jean's lips made around Carl's cock.

Carl shook and wiggled his hips as he climaxed, which soon caused his cock to pop from Jean's mouth squirting cum on Jean's face. Carl collapsed to his knees on the floor and reached out to steady himself on the chaise with one hand on each side of Jean. Jean sat looking at Carl and took great satisfaction in the pleasure evident in Carl's face. Jean licked the excess cum from his lips and face as he savored the musky smell and slightly metallic taste of Carl's warm sperm. Jean swallowed several times and got most of the thick ball juice down his throat where it slid down into his belly. With an inner smile Jean briefly imagined the sperm in his belly blindly seeking out a non-existent egg to impregnate.