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Games That Grown-ups Play – Part 2Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Games That Grown-ups Play – Part 2 “What are you looking at?” asked Dawn opening her eyes. She had always been able to be instantly alert, like her s*ster, but unlike her Mom who was a gradual waker. The fact Joyce was cradled in Dawn’s arms with her eyes open and a small smile on her face said she had been awake for a while – otherwise she’d still be yawning.”Nothing,” blushed Joyce, moving her eyes upwards and away from her daughter’s face.”Liar,” said Dawn, grinning. It was obvious that her Mom had been staring at her daughter’s sexy features, same as when Dawn swung back the covers and stood up. Her Mom was checking her sexy behind. Dawn slowly straightened and moved her hand to scratch her naked butt-cheek; there was no itch, but Dawn felt it was a sexy move that would get her Mom. Then she slowly sashayed over to the drawer and opened it.She pushed some old clothes to one side and looked at her secret stash; her dildos and her girlie magazines were there as were her cigarettes and lighter. Her Mom hadn’t mentioned anything, but Dawn had noticed a few days ago that they’d been disturbed – a sure sign her Mom had been rummaging and noticed. The teen reached in and flicked open the cig pack, she pulled one out with a lighter and paused, her hand still in the drawerIt had been obvious for a few weeks that Joyce was starting to develop feelings for Dawn, feelings she would never act on. Which was why Dawn had to. It was Sunnydale and it wasn’t that hard to find a Wicca who was willing to make some magic dust to lower Joyce’s inhibitions. She had sprinkled the dust on her Mom’s cereal yesterday morning, whilst her Mom wasn’t looking, and waited for the effects to come – praying that she had judged Wesley right and he was such a dork that even with lowered inhibitions her Mom wouldn’t be interested. ‘It had been a good call,’ Dawn thought, now she just needed to follow it up with a reminder to her Mom that she was an adult. And that she was in charge.She turned round and lifted the cigarette to her lips, she flicked the lighter and a flame shot up, but before it was lit she pulled the cigarette out of her mouth and dropped the flame. She looked at the cigarette and then at her Mom, her Mom blushed – still admiring Dawn’s naked form, rather than her smoking habit. Dawn grinned, “I’m going to have a cigarette, want one?”Joyce shook her head, “No… thanks. I didn’t know you smoked…” she paused and then added quickly, “Not that I mind. You’re a big girl.”Dawn grinned. It was the answer she had wanted to hear. Still she decided to give her Mom a little treat for saying so. Licking her finger she ran it round the aureole, smiling, “In more ways than one…”Joyce licked her lips, “Yes,” she agreed. Dawn grinned and picked up a cup from her sideboard, she never drank from it, instead using it as an ashtray the few times she had smoked at home. She crawled onto the bed, the cigarette clamped between her lips and put the cup down between herself and Joyce before moving into a cross-legged position, as she did so briefly exposing a breast before her long hair fell back over to cover it. She made sure, as she sitting position didn’t conceal her smooth, tasty teenage pussy so that her Mom got a good view of her cunt.Dawn took a drag of her ciggie, before speaking, “We need to talk… about us?””Us?” Joyce sounded nervous and as if to drive home the point her hand reached up to play with her blonde curly hair.”Yep, you and me, Mom,” Dawn took another drag of the cigarette and frowned as she thought of something, “Mom… it sounds weird calling you that now… I should call you Joyce, shouldn’t I? At least when we’re alone.””Joyce… yes that’s fine,” Joyce nodded she still sounded nervous.There was a nod from Dawn, “Good. I think Joyce sounds better, but perhaps I ought to think of a nickname – Joy? J?” she shrugged and tapped some ash into the cup, “I guess Joyce will do. Have you thought how weird this is?”Joyce nodded, “Yes. We’re Mom and daughter… we’re having… we’re doi… we’re very close.””Yeah, I guess,” Dawn frowned as she thought, then she smiled, “I was thinking more our age difference – I’m sixteen, you’re in your forties. That’s some gap.”Joyce nodded, obviously unsure what to say as she didn’t want to say it was a problem, she didn’t want to say it wasn’t. There was silence for a few moments as Dawn waited for Joyce to speak, but then seeing that she wasn’t the teen continued, “Last night was really fun. I’ve no regrets.””No, nor me,” said Joyce, she smiled, it was a nervous smile, but still a smile.”Good,” Dawn tapped the cigarette and took another suck, blowing smoke to one side, “I want us to continue, but are you… do you? It’s not like I’m Mom age, and you’re not going to be making out with me at parties with half Sunnydale High drunk round us. So I want us to be sure…””Y… Y… yes,” Joyce’s voice quavered. She stopped and swallowed, forcing herself to breathe easy, “Yes, I want it Dawn. I want us to continue our relationship… our sexual relationship.””I do too,” Dawn confirmed, she stubbed out the cigarette and leant forward to tenderly kiss her Mom’s mouth, her hand leaning on one of the MILFs tits as she balanced herself. It was only for a moment and then Dawn rocked back to her cross-legged position. She smiled, “We should keep it quiet. I think Buffy would wig if she knew. With her and me it was just about sex, her teach me. And we don’t need to move too fast – it’s new for me and I guess you’ve not dated too many schoolgirls either.””No, yes. I mean no I’ve not dated many schoolgirls, not even when I was at school. And yes, let’s take it slow and keep it from Buffy at the moment,” Joyce replied.Dawn swung her legs off the bed and followed it with the rest of her body, “I said I’d hit the Mall with Janice and grab some lunch. So I better have a shower and head out.””Will I see you later?” asked Joyce, her voice sounded so worried it seemed she had forgotten Dawn lived there.”I’ll be back for dinner,” said Dawn, picking up her robe. She hummed a little ditty as she headed to the shower.* * *Joyce looked in the mirror; not bad she conceded, before popping open another button on her silky blouse; ‘better.’ She ran a hand through her hair, frizzing it slightly and making it bounce, and before rubbing her lips together for about the sixth time to remove any excess lipstick – there was none. The outfit was all new, sexy blouse, short skirt and heels, which both added to her height and drew attention to her legs. At first Joyce had been disappointed that Dawn was out for the day; as she had lay looking at her sle*ping daughter she had been hoping for some one on one time with her. Not that Joyce had been expecting anything – she hadn’t been even sure that Dawn wouldn’t wake up and freak out – but expecting and hoping are seldom on the same planet. Her stomach had lurched from one extreme to another during their brief conversation this morning; but once it had finished looping the loop one thing was clear – Dawn did want to continue.Which was good…As her daughter showered Joyce quickly collected her thoughts. Perhaps Dawn going out for the day was for the best; rather than just having a random morning and afternoon Joyce could plan an evening. It wasn’t long after Dawn had left that Joyce had headed for her car and to the shops; new clothes to wear and food for Dawn’s favourite home-cooked meal. Joyce had wondered whether to get some wine and then decided that if Dawn was old enough to smoke and old enough to finger-fuck her Mom she was old enough to drink.* * *The meal was almost prepared, simmering nicely. Joyce just hoped that Dawn would be back soon; it would be just her luck to go to all this trouble and for Dawn to call to say she’d be late. In fact so nervous was she that Dawn wouldn’t be in for dinner she’d been jumping all afternoon as she imagined every noise was the phone ringing. It hadn’t rung once; not even Buffy to confirm she’d be round for Sunday Roast tomorrow. Nervously Joyce looked at her watch and wondered whether to turn down the heat to give Dawn a little more time to arrive. Just as she was considering it, she heard the front door open. Joyce rushed out into the landing and towards the stairs, meeting Dawn as she came up laden with bags. The MILF tried to appeal nonchalant, “How was your shopping?””It was fun; I got some things I wanted,” grinned Dawn. She looked at her Mom’s new clothes, “Looks like I wasn’t the only one – new gear?”Still trying to appear casual Joyce nodded, “Oh just some things I picked up whilst I was out; nothing special,” the words were ruined by the way Joyce ran her hands down her sides, smoothing the material, but also pulling her blouse further down onto her large. She watched for an immediate reaction, but after half a second not getting one she continued, “Do you like them?””Very sexy,” drawled Dawn. Her eyes ran over her Mom’s body appraising the sexy MILF. Joyce went red, but didn’t make any effort to play down her sexiness – it was good that Dawn thought she was attractive. The teen licked her lips and sniffed, “And is that Spiced Pork Burgers I smell – home made. You hardly ever make them…””Oh,” Joyce again tried to appear nonchalant, “I had some free time this afternoon, so I thought I’d throw something together.”Dawn gave a slow nod, which suggested that her Mom’s attempt to appear effortless hadn’t fooled her daughter for a moment. Joyce side-stepped, “Why don’t you put your things in the room and come down to dinner; it’ll be ready in five minutes.””I’ve got time to change?” asked Dawn.”Yes,” said Joyce, making a mental note to turn down the grill a notch to give Dawn a few minutes more. She side-stepped and headed downstairs.It was lucky she had turned down the heat as it took Dawn slightly over ten minutes to put on some lipstick and change. ‘Though,’ Joyce thought, ‘it was worth it.’ Dawn didn’t so much as enter the room as flow into it, moving slowly so her Mom could admire her. The teen’s mouth was bright red, the colour bringing out the sensual curve of her mouth and the tint of her skin. Instead of the jeans and baggy sweater she had been wearing she had changed into a dark dress, which clung firmly to her body, exposing the sexy curves of her hips and bosom and the tight firmness of her stomach. “I hope you like red,” Joyce poured it into a glass and passed to Dawn; “I’ve some white, but it’s not been in the fridge long enough.””I hope you’re not saying that you just happened to find some wine,” said Dawn, “Red’s fine…””I may have done a little preparation,” conceded Joyce, “I thought it would be nice… after our talk this morning and last night.””Oh, it is. I’m not criticising, not at all,” said Dawn. şişli escort She took a seat and sipped at her wine, “I like it, it’s very flavoursome.””Wait here,” said Joyce, “I’ll go get dinner.”She headed to the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with the meal, home-made spicy pork burgers, fries and veg – all Dawn’s favourites. She served it onto Dawn’s plate, “Enjoy…””I will,” grinned Dawn as she tucked in. Joyce sat down at the table opposite and began to eat herself. She looked nervously at Dawn, “Enjoying it?””Yeah, it’s good,” said Dawn, “You know it’s my favourite.””I do,” said Joyce and normally she wouldn’t have had any concerns that Dawn would eat it and love it. But then normally this wasn’t a first date and Joyce felt herself worry that she might blow it and Dawn would realise she’d made a mistake. Whilst Joyce thought it was unlikely poor cookery would be a major factor in Dawn ending their relationship, at least compared to things such as them being mom and daughter and the age difference, it might be the final tipping point. She needed to make sure she was a good hostess, hopefully even if the meal wasn’t up to par – and from her own tasting the burger was too dry and potatoes too hard – Dawn wouldn’t be too unforgiving. She reached for the bottle, “More wine?””Sure, yeah,” smiled Dawn, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”Joyce blushed, “No, why would I do that?”The grin from Dawn was lascivious, “Oh I don’t know, good food, drink… perhaps you’re trying to get into my panties…” she paused and licked her lips seductively, “…not that I’m wearing any.””Oh,” replied Joyce. Before she could say anything else she felt Dawn’s foot sliding up her legs; the teen had kicked off her shoes and the touch of her skin on Joyce’s calf was soft, but sensual. Dawn smiled as she moved further up her mom’s leg. Joyce smiled, “That’s nice,” She popped a bit of burger into her mouth, from the heat she felt she might have overdone the spices.Dawn slid a piece of food into her mouth; even that looked sexy as she slowly chewed, whilst eyeing her mom with seductive eyes and massaging her leg slowly. Joyce took another sip of wine; ‘she should have put the white in earlier and chilled it,’ she decided as Dawn seductively swallowed. Her daughter licked her lips again, “Yep, I’m free of underwear. My pussy is totally bare and I shaved it smooth as well. It’s like velvet to touch.””That’s good. I remember,” said Joyce. She took another deeper drink of wine as Dawn lifted her head and brought the fork to her mouth, sliding the small piece of potato off with her tongue. She chewed it slowly, as her foot moved higher.”Are you wearing panties?” she asked as she slid her foot over Joyce’s thigh. The MILF gave a little moan as the teen slid under her skirt and touched the thin cotton of her underwear with her toes. Dawn smiled, “Oh you are… that’s a shame.””I could take them off,” Joyce made to get up.The teen’s face creased in a sensual pout, her foot was unmoving, gently forcing her Mom to remain sitting; “But we’re still eating…””I’m almost finished,” said Joyce.”I’m not,” said Dawn, in unison she lifted a small chunk of meat to her mouth and prodded her Mom’s pussy through the material. Joyce felt it tingle and she took another drink to remain calm. At least, it seemed, Dawn was enjoying her food. The teen swallowed and licked her lips, cleaning away a trickle of juice; “You know why I’m not wearing panties?”Joyce had a pretty good idea, but decided it was a rhetorical question and the correct answer was, “No, why?””Because my cute little cunt is so, so hot. It’s boiling, almost molten,” the teen’s toe pressed harder at her Mom’s slit, pushing the material into the hole, “Your pussy feels hot as well. Red hot, like its melting.””It is a bit,” said Joyce, feeling herself straighten as Dawn’s toe pushed at her. Her slit was starting to leak, the cum clinging to the cotton panties and making it stick to her, “Ooohhh, that’s good.””It’s wet as well. So slick I can feel the dampness. You’re the same, I can feel it,” Dawn’s toes moved round and pushed deeper, the teen leaning back seductively on her chair as she felt her Mom’s slot.”More wine?” asked Joyce as she started to refill her glass. Dawn’s touch made her shiver with lust and not all the wine made it into the glass.The teen ignored the interruption and purred “Oh my red hot, wet pussy; it’s so horny that just a touch will make it cum – gushing warm juice everywhere… so warm, so hot, so damp, so smooth and wanton…”Joyce quivered as Dawn’s toes traced a pattern round her own wet and warm hole; one also wet and sticky with cum against her underwear. She gulped down some wine and wiped her head with her napkin. Dawn smiled seductively and put her knife and fork together, “Pussy hot,” she purred. Then with a wicked smile, she slowly slid her leg away from her Mom’s slit and back down the thigh and calf, at the same time sitting up straight like a good little schoolgirl. Finished she gave an innocent smile, “Is there afters?””Ice-cream,” said Joyce, “I’ll get it.” She stood up, collected the plates and headed into the kitchen. After scooping some ice-cream into the bowls she paused and put the carton against her forehead to cool her after Dawn’s footsie. It partially worked, though as she removed her panties they were damp. She dropped them in the washing machine; she’d not want them again tonight and headed back into the dining room, “Here it is.””Thanks,” said Dawn, “Spiced burgers, ice-cream and wine… I am being spoilt.””I think you’re worth it,” replied Joyce. She sat down and waited in hope for Dawn’s foot to move up her leg again. But as she had teased by touch during dinner Dawn had switched tactics and was now teasing by non-touch during dessert. Which wasn’t to say she sat demurely, she slowly moved the spoon to her mouth and equally as slowly sucked in the ice-cream; for a moment she slid the ice-cream round her mouth, before swallowing it “Mmmmnn, oooohhhh, mmmmmnnnn,” she moaned sensually. Joyce took a taste of her own ice-cream as Dawn took a second dip. The movements were just as sensuous, but this time she let a little trickle between her lips. She swallowed the remainder and stuck out her tongue, moving it slowly, but firmly round and round her red lips, continuing way after she had licked away the spillage. She smiled, “Ooooohhhh, mmmmmnnnn, oooooohhhhh…”Joyce felt her pussy stirring with anticipation as Dawn continued to slowly and seductively finish her dessert. The teen was so slow and seductive that soon the ice-cream was melting, dropping from the spoon and down her chin as she brought it up. It ought to have been disgusting, so that Joyce should have words on table manners; but the way Dawn’s tongue flicked out over her red lips, licking and lapping at the cream on her chin was so sensual that Joyce found it impossible to complain. The teen’s mouth opened as she swallowed the last bit, “Ooooohhhh…. mmmmnnnn… that was so hot…””Did you enjoy it?” asked Joyce, despite all the evidence she still felt a bit nervous.”A lot,” grinned Dawn. She stood up, “A ciggie would be just perfect though,” she said and headed out. A few moments she returned with a lit cigarette and sat down. She drew on it and blew the smoke in a blue plume above her head, “See, that’s good.” She flicked some ash into the empty bowl in front of her and sipped the last of her wine. She looked at the bottle, it was empty.Joyce stood up and took it, “I’ll get us some more.”Dawn shook her head, “Don’t bother. I’m fine… unless you are trying to get me drunk?”Joyce didn’t answer, but she stood up and started to clear the table, “Do you want anything else? Coffee?””Sure, why not,” Dawn sucked at her cigarette. “I’ll bring it into the lounge,” said Joyce. She picked up the dishes (except the bowl Dawn was using as an ashtray) and took them into the kitchen, putting them into the dishwasher as she waited for coffeemaker to come to the boil. There was a footstep behind her and Joyce turned to see Dawn walk into the kitchen. The teen smiled at her Mom, “I thought I’d see if you need any help.” She took a step forward to stand behind the blonde MILF, sliding her hands up under Joyce’s short skirt to clasp the butt. The teen leant her chin on the top of Joyce’s back and said, “I see your panties are off.””They were getting sticky,” giggled Joyce.”Were they?” asked Dawn. She moved one hand to Joyce’s slit, running her finger over the smooth pussy lips and up to the small tuft of hair and then down again. Joyce purred as the touch made her quiver with excitement. Dawn lips lightly touched the back of her neck, kissing her gently as she continued to stroke the cunt. After a moment Dawn’s mouth moved away, “Shall we skip the coffee and head to my room for an early night?””Mmmnnhh, good idea,” said Joyce. Dawn let go of her butt and took her hand instead, leading her upstairs to her room.As soon as they were in Dawn twisted her mom round to face her and brought their mouths together. Joyce returned the kiss passionately, knowing now that this is what she wanted. Their hands moved over each other’s bodies as their lips pushed together and their tongues intertwined and glided around their open mouths. Joyce could feel her daughter’s body under the tight dress the teen was wearing, it was firm and toned round the waist, but squeezable and bouncy tits. “Nice…” purred Dawn, she took a step away from her Mom and turned her back, “Unzip me.”Joyce did as she was bid, sliding the zip slowly down Dawn’s back to the top of her ass. The dress was so tight it didn’t fall of its own accord and Joyce put her hands on it to slide it off. Once past the hips it dropped and Dawn stepped out of it, exposing her sexy butt. Joyce fondled the cheeks, whilst resting her head on Dawn’s shoulder and kissing behind her ear and at the lobe, “You are so sexy,” she murmured, “cuteness on legs.”Dawn swung round again to face her Mom and began to undo her blouse, “You’re pretty fuckable yourself,” she smiled, as she slid the blouse off her mom’s shoulders and down her arms. The MILF’s large tits wobbled as Dawn rubbed her naked body against her mom. The teen’s hands moved to the back of the skirt and Joyce could feel her daughter playing with the button and zip, undoing them and sliding the skirt past Joyce’s hips. The teen and her Mom’s pussies rubbed against each other; both damp with anticipation.Dawn smiled, “Yep, Joyce, def a fuckable fuck.”The swearing turned Joyce on even more and her hands slid down to her daughter’s ass, “You better believe it. My cunt is just itching for a fucking.” She kicked off her shoes and kissed her sexy daughter, their mouths opening and closing against each other. Joyce grinned, “What do you say? My cunt’s şişli escort bayan so hot it’s melting, you can feel it wetness.” She moaned as Dawn took her up on the suggestion and rubbed the wet twat, “Bed me, baby, fuck me.”They moved to opposite sides of the bed and pulled down the covers, getting in and rolling so they met in the middle. Joyce ended on her back, she stopped and gave a moan of pleasure as Dawn continued moving, rolling onto her Mom and lying on top of her. Their cunts were touching, the juice from one soaking with the juice from the other. Dawn grinned “Such a fuckable pussy, you’ve got. So fucking sexy.””Mmmnnn,” Joyce replied, a light moan of pleasure as Dawn began to slowly rub her twat against her mom’s. The teen’s movements were slow, but she pressed down hard, making Joyce wet with excitement as her cunt vibrated with Dawn’s motion. She groaned, with pleasure and moved her hands to Dawn’s back, massaging the teen’s spine and squeezing the flesh between her fingertips. “Ohhhh, oooohhhh, mmmmnnnnn, don’t stop, don’t stop.”Even as she rocked against her mom, Dawn’s finger was touching just below the hole, a light scratch and rub in the flesh between the start of the ass and the end of the pussy. Joyce moaned as her daughter continued to tickle her perineum; it felt so good, especially combined with the rhythmic motion of Dawn’s pussy against hers. She moaned again, “Oooohhhh, baby, baby, that’s it, that’s it. I want you… I need you.””So fuckable,” giggled Dawn. She began to lightly kiss her mom’s nipples and then lick round the areola. Joyce moaned and stretched, gripping Dawn more tightly, as her daughter’s tongue stimulated another erogenous zone. The teen’s tongue pressed harder, pushing at the tits and flicking the nipple hard. She moved her head up. “Mmnnnn, tasty tits as well,” she murmured before dropping onto Joyce’s other teat, licking, sucking and kissing it.Joyce gasped in pleasure as Dawn’s smooth pussy ran over her, “Oh God, Dawn, that’s it. Make me cum… Make me cum.”The teen moved faster, rocking her body and pushing it hard against Joyce. Cum from her teen twat dripped out as she stimulated her cunt. The juice came out, leaking over Joyce’s equally wet cunt and soaking the well-kept tuft of blonde pubic hair above the MILF’s cunt. Joyce could feel the perspiration as well as Dawn moved faster, the teen’s skin heating up and secreting little drips of salty sweat. The tears of salt slid down and onto to Joyce’s flesh, covering her in the sheen of her daughter’s sweat. Dawn was starting to move faster and faster, her body rhythmically slipping up and down her mom’s, both cunts grinding together in a slick embrace. Joyce could feel the excitement building up, higher and higher, an avalanche of excitement. The orgasm hit her and she screamed, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”Dawn continued rocking hard at her, the teen’s head up and moaning as she ran her body at her mom’s. More juice came out over her mom and she gave a series of guttural moans, “Ohhh, oooohhh, oooohhh!” Then she began to slow, gradually her rhythmic motion became less intense and friction between the cunts less heated. Then with a moan she stopped, “Oh God, that was good,” she rolled off to lie next to Joyce.’Last night,’ Joyce remembered, ‘Dawn had said she gushed when she had a really good orgasm and had then gone onto to show it. Dawn had certainly leaked, Joyce thought, but she hadn’t squirted.’ She smiled at Dawn and started to move down her daughter’s body, worshipping and kissing her as she moved down. She stopped when she came to Dawn’s moist cunt. The teen’s legs opened as Joyce looked up and gave a sultry lick of her lips, “It isn’t over yet, sexy thing.”The pussy was already wet when Joyce slid her face between the teen’s thighs and her tongue into the cunt. She licked slowly at first, savouring the taste and enjoy her daughter’s moans of pleasure. The slit began to get damper, more cum and Joyce’s saliva mixing together in the hole. Joyce pushed her tongue deeper, exploring and probing until she found the hard bud of the clit. Above her Dawn gasped, “Fuck… fuck, fuck, fuck.”Guessing that Dawn wanted her to concentrate on this spot Joyce began to lick and lap harder and faster. The bud quivered under her ministrations and the rest of Dawn’s body shook and tensed, relaxed and trembled as the sexual gratification became more intense and enjoyable. The teen was gripping the bed clothes and moving her pelvis up, grinding the cute cunt in her Mom’s face, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”Joyce hit home, slamming her tongue hard at the bud, making her daughter’s erogenous zone slick with cum and hot with excitement. The teen screamed in pleasure and shot her girl cum load over her Mom’s face. The gushing liquid slapped into Joyce like a fountain, leaving her dripping with juice and licking her lips in a vain attempt to drink as much as she could. Dawn gave another quieter murmur, “Oh fuck.””It was,” said Joyce and moved to spoon into her daughter.* * *For the second morning in a row Joyce had woken naked in her daughter’s bed; it was becoming a habit – though she had to admit, an agreeable one. Her head lay on her daughter’s breasts, as Dawn absent-mindedly stroked at her hair. The MILF yawned and stretched, “Did I say morning?”Dawn stroked the top of her Mom’s forehead and gave her a small kiss, “You grunted something and dropped your head on my tit. I took that as you being awake.””Morning then, sexy,” Joyce kissed the near-by nipple tenderly, “That was some night.””Mmmnn yes,” Dawn agreed, “That was one fuck of a pussy licking you gave me. Best I’ve had.””You’ve had others?” Joyce raised her head and looked at her daughter. She had assumed she was the first, though from the skilful way Dawn had done her over the last two nights she should have realised she wasn’t.”Yeah,” Dawn shrugged, “A couple. I’m not a virgin.””Oh. Anyone I know?” asked Joyce. “Aside from what you’ve said already?”Dawn gave another shrug, “Me and Janice helped Cordy get over Xander a few times. And I had a couple of one-nighters with Faith before she went loony-tunes.””So, nothing serious?””No,” Dawn kissed her Mom’s forehead again, “Not until now. Although I would have guessed Faith may have wanted to be serious with Buffy given half a chance.”That made Joyce squirm and giggle with happiness, “I’m your first serious girlfriend… that’s a big responsibility.””I’m sure we’ll manage,” said Dawn laughing. Her face straightened, “When’s Buffy round?””About four,” her Mom replied. “She’ll stay until after dinner.””That’s a long time to keep my hands off you,” said Dawn.Joyce’s face gave a little crease, “We’ll have to. I don’t think Buffy would cope yet. Despite what she’s been through.””She would wig,” agreed the teen. She gave a theatrical sigh. “I’ll suppose I’ll have to keep my legs crossed and try to ignore any horny itches in my cunt.”Joyce looked over at the alarm and smiled, “Well we’ve got some time yet.” She slid down under the covers, licking as she went down.* * *Dawn loved her s*ster, ‘but God’, she thought, ‘couldn’t she be gone already.’As expected Buffy had arrived about four with a grin and a bag full of dirty clothes for the laundry. It had been fun to catch up with Buffy and Dawn had missed her, at least a little, and much more than she would be ever willing to admit. But dinner was way over and one could get too much of a good thing. She surveyed the empty dishes; it had been Buffy’s favourite food, not hers and a soft drink not wine – and she was dying for a cig. And to fuck her Mom…Joyce, was showing, no hurry to get rid of Buffy. ‘I know she’s her daughter and she’s been away,’ thought Dawn, ‘but she does realise her other daughter is hot to trot.’ She gave Buffy a grin as her s*ster continued telling them about some boy she’d met called Parker; Dawn had a feeling that one wouldn’t last.Suddenly Buffy turned to her Mom and shot out, “And what about you and Dawn?”The switch of conversation between threw Dawn and it seemed to do the same for Joyce as she looked stunned that Buffy had picked them up. All she could say was, “Dawn and I?””Yeah,” Buffy took a drink of her cola, “You’re both looking happy. Is it cos I’ve left?” she smiled to show she was joking.Dawn felt herself relax, Buffy hadn’t discovered their secret after all. She was about to answer that having Buffy around was exactly the reason she was looking so happy, but her Mom spoke first, “I maybe… er… seeing someone.”Buffy’s eyes widened, though not as much as Dawn’s; it was lucky that Buffy was looking at their mom and not her. The blonde teen gave a small gasp, “So go on Mom, spill it. Who is he? Where did you meet? What’s he like?””It’s early days, not worth discussing,” said Joyce, obviously regretting saying anything, “Perhaps in a few months… Christmas at the latest.””Oh, okay,” Buffy sounded disappointed, but she quickly perked up and looked at the clock on the wall, “Look I better be going. I really need to get back and change before I put in a quick patrol.”She stood up and gave her Mom a quick peck on the forehead, unaware of Dawn’s split second of jealousy as her s*ster’s lips touched her Mom’s skin. Dawn stood up and went to get Buffy’s bag from where it had been tossed; she didn’t want any further delays in her s*ster’s exit. Buffy took the bag, unaware of Dawn’s ulterior motive and grinned, “Thanks Dawnie,” she said as the two s*sters hugged each other tightly. Buffy then headed to the front door, turning to her Mom as she opened it, “I’ll be around next Sunday to pick up my clothes.””Okay, see you then,” Joyce smiled and gave her daughter a small kiss on the cheek.Before she left Buffy gave Dawn another quick hug, and managing to whisper to her little s*ster that she fondly remembers their adventures together in the bedroom, and has been reliving them in her head, giving her ass a quick squeeze and quoting the fact that she was not wearing any panties, before waving goodbye and headed down the path to get the bus. The MILF and teen waited a few seconds to politely wave goodbye before Joyce shut the door.As soon as it was closed Dawn grabbed her close and pulled her Mom’s face down to kiss her. The MILF’s mouth opened and Dawn pushed in her lithe tongue, moving it around and forcing it against her Mom’s. Her lips pressed hard against the MILF, as did her body and her hands moved sexily and speedily over Joyce’s ass and waist. “Fuck, I thought she’d never leave,” Dawn broke the kiss and grinned at her Mom.”You managed to resist the horny itches in your cunt?” Joyce asked, laughing.”I did… just; when you bent over to take the chicken out of the oven I almost finger fucked myself – that skirt is way tight. And almost jumping on Buffy if it meant I’d get off.””Mmmnn,” mecidiyeköy escort Joyce gave a titter, “That’s the kind of reaction I like. I was tempted to wiggle, but I thought that Buffy might notice.””I think she almost did, I thought you were about to blow it when you said you were seeing someone,” admitted Dawn.”I don’t think she’d guess it was you,” Joyce giggled and ran a finger down Dawn’s sweater, between the teen’s firm tits, “Though you are sexily gorgeous enough for anyone. Maybe even Buffy herself.””Let’s get you out of that skirt, all this talk of sexy women fucking is getting to me.” Dawn’s hands moved to her Mom’s ass as she undid the skirt and pulled it down. Her hands moved to her mom’s naked butt cheeks and massaged at them lightly, “No panties again, this looks like it’s becoming a habit.””And are you wearing underwear?” Joyce asked.”Of course not,” said Dawn and pulled off her own skirt. The two women’s hands moved to the others naked pussies, rubbing and touching the lips and sliding fingers into the holes. Dawn smiled, “Looks like there’s a benefit from being panty-less. Even Buffy mentioned it.””Buffy?! No panties?!” Joyce said, astounded that her eldest daughter was just as naughty at time as she herself and her younger s*ster.”We’ll have to teach that nymph a lesson… sooner or later,” Dawn commented with a smile.Giggling Joyce nodded, “So I see.” She gave another giggle, which turned into a deeper moan as Dawn’s finger slid into her pussy, pushing at the walls and swirling round the hole. She returned the favour, moving her finger back and forth in the tight teen cunt. It didn’t take long for both the Summers women to dampen. The wetness slid down from the slits, covering their digits and palms. Joyce moaned again, “This is good,” she gasped, “So good.”Dawn gasped in pleasure herself as Joyce hit her clit. She fell forward leaning against the MILF, even as Joyce leaned against her. The elbows of the two women jacked in and out as they hit each other’s pussies, extra fingers being added to give additional excitement. With their spare hands they clutched and grasped at each other, as if they needed the support. Dawn gasped again and moaned, “Fuck me, finger me, finger my fucking cunt.”Harder and harder the teen and MILF fingered, hammering their digits deep into the other’s wet and willing slots. Their bodies trembled bouncing against each other as the pleasure hammered home, making them slaves to lust.”Oooohhh, aaaaarrgggghhh,” Dawn gasped, giddy with excitement as her pussy shot pleasure barbs through her, “Ooooohhhh, ooooohhhhh…. Yesssss, aaaarrrgggghhh, oooooohhhh.”Joyce’s mouth was buried on Dawn’s shoulder and the teen could feel the warmth of her Mom’s pants and the light bites of teeth as the MILF gasped into the flesh. The moans were muffled, but still loud enough to be distinctively recognisable; “mmmnnnn, ooooohhhhh, mmmmmnnnnn.”Dawn shook and squealed more as the orgasms tore at her, she thrust harder into her Mom, slamming the MILF’s clit and transferring the orgasmic pleasure. Joyce squealed harder.They came apart, panting heavily, their faces red and giggling. Joyce smiled, “I hope that helped your itch.””Only a little,” replied Dawn, “With you standing in front of me it’s coming back.”Joyce blushed at the compliment; giggling she said, “Well let me see what I can do about that.” She took Dawn’s hand and led the sexy teen into the lounge, positioning her on the couch, “Would a pussy licking help?” the MILF asked.”It couldn’t do any harm,” Dawn smiled and pulled off her sweater, before unclipping her bra and dropping it to the floor. She opened her legs wide and stroked Joyce’s head as the MILF leant forward. The brunette’s twat began to seep in anticipation and she moved her hands up to rub and cup her teen titties. She gave a small whine of pleasure as Joyce’s tongue flicked out and ran over her quim lips. The MILF gave just the merest dab into the hole before moving round and licking at the outside. Her laps were slow and sensual, playing skilfully with the puffy labia. Dawn squeezed her titties as the tongue teasing continued, “Oh that’s it, that’s good, lick me out, Joyce, lick me out.”Joyce gave a small giggle as she paused and pushed a strand of hair away from her forehead. She quickly returned to the juicy slit in front of her and continued to lick, but still she teased. Any touches inside the hole were brief, but tantalising, tasters. They still made Dawn quiver with excitement and she knew that once Joyce slid down the hole it wouldn’t take much for Dawn to cum. She gave another cry of excitement, “Eat me, eat me, eat my fucking hot cummy cunt!”It was getting frustrating that Joyce still wasn’t going in, continuing to tease her daughter with long, slow, licks of the exterior. Trails of saliva marked the progress of her tongue, circles round the outside with brief detours where it would go in and tickle the inner twat. The teen shivered, “Oh eat me, fucking eat my cunt.”It was like flicking a switch. Joyce moved from long, low sensual touches round the outside to brutal, fast, hard thrusts at the teen’s clit. Dawn squealed in ecstasy, her whole pussy alive with sexual delight. She felt herself shaking, her body tensing and relaxing in time with the orgasmic waves riding through her, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Eat me, fucking eat me,” she screamed loudly.Harder and harder Joyce slammed her tongue down, driving Dawn from one orgasm to another until her whole world was an explosive blast of gratification and enjoyment so mind-blowing that it was like her brain had disconnected from any ability to think. She screamed, her back arching and her pussy thrusting at her Mom’s face as the orgasm volcanoed within her. The cum blew out, like warm lava from Vesuvius, splattering her Mom’s face and blouse, and soaking both. Joyce pulled her head away and wiped her lips as Dawn fell back to the sofa, panting heavily as the orgasm slowly and reluctantly dissipated.The MILF looked at her sexy daughter, “That help?””Y’know,” gasped Dawn, “I think it did… at least for a little bit…””Well let me know when you get the itch again,” giggled Joyce as she stood up, “I’m more than happy to help relieve you.”Dawn looked at her Mom’s face; it was still dripping with girl cum. The teen stood up and took her lover’s hand, “Let’s have a bath.””Together?” asked Joyce.”Yes,” said Dawn leading her Mom upstairs, “I promise to scrub your back.”When they left the lounge the figure watching through the window from the outside smiled to herself, knowing that her mother and s*ster had found someone to share themselves with. Leaving them to patrol Buffy felt the slightest pang of jealousy hitting her.* * *In the bathroom Joyce took off her blouse and dropped the cum sodden garment in the laundry basket. That done she leant against the wall and admired Dawn’s butt. The teen was running the bath water and was leant over the side dipping her hand in it and swirling the water round to make sure the bath foam bubbled. Joyce felt her excitement mount as she looked at the smooth cheeks, wiggling enticingly in front of her. Dawn must know exactly what she was doing to her mom, which was why she remained in situ, allowing Joyce to gaze lustfully at her sexy ass. Joyce touched herself and gulped as Dawn straightened up and turned, having place two little clumps of bubbles artfully on her titties. The teen smiled, “Bathy time.” She stepped into the bath and lay back against the end. Joyce stepped over to the bath. She couldn’t see any of her daughter’s body beneath the hordes of bubbles, if Joyce hadn’t explored it before, they would have given Dawn an air of sexual mystery. Joyce smiled and got in, lowering herself between Dawn’s open legs and lying against the teen’s tits; the curve of her ass fitted snugly against Dawn’s pussy, as if they had been designed to fit.The teen picked up a sponge, “Lift your arms, and let me give you a wash.”Joyce did as she was told, giggling as Dawn sponged her waist and under her arms, swashing the MILF’s flesh with the warm sponge. The teen moved to the MILF’s back, moving round in circles, slowly at first and then more vigorously so that Joyce could feel the friction, even with the warm bubbly water, sluicing down her back. It was a good feeling, making her warm and relaxed at the same. She gave a little moan, “Oh that’s good.”Dawn ignored her, “Let’s give these large titties a wash now.” She leant her body forward, pushing her own firm pair into Joyce’s recently cleaned back. The MILF moaned as Dawn hands came round and she began to sponge at first one tit and then the other. The MILF felt her nipples stiffen, as Dawn tweaked at it with her finger, like she was trying to wipe away a particularly stubborn stain. The teen grinned and push the sponge hard into the ample flesh, “They’re very dirty, y’know,” she giggled.”I am very dirty person,” tittered Joyce back; she pushed her ass backwards, grinding it into her daughter’s pussy so that Dawn would know exactly what she meant.”So I see,” grinned Dawn. She gave the titties one last sponge and then dropped it to float just under the top of the water. She wrapped her arms round the MILF, just under her titties and lent back again, bringing the MILF with her. Joyce lay back against her daughter as Dawn kissed the top of her ear and blew away a bit of bubble which had cheekily ended in the permed blonde hair, “That’s it Joyce, relax with me.””Mmnnn I am,” said Joyce truthfully. Dawn’s hands were squeezing and massaging her stomach, with the teen’s lips brushing her ear. The hot water lapping at her body and the soft bubbles running across it were a bonus. The MILF lay back closed her eyes and drifted in a sensual dream state, it was like there was nothing but her, Dawn and the warmth. She wasn’t sure how long she lay there, it might have been minutes or close to an hour – it wasn’t that she was sle*ping or dozing, more that time lost meaning. It was only when Dawn gave her a shake that Joyce moved back to reality. The teen gave her a kiss, “We better get out and dried; it’s getting a bit cooler.””Okay,” Joyce hopped out of the bath and got a towel. Dawn followed her and grinned as she picked up another towel and began to dry herself. She looked so sexy in the buff, thought Joyce, her wet hair clinging to her equally wet skin; both shining under the bathroom light. The teen moved her towel over her body, the motion sexual as well as practical as she slid it under her cunt and over her titties, making the pert pair bounce. Dawn chucked her towel over the laundry basket and grinned, “Are you finished?”Joyce nodded and looked at the drying bubbles and the wet spots on the floor, as well as the discarded towel and soaked bathroom rug, “I’ll just give a quick tidy.”Dawn shook her head and moved closer to her mom. Her hand slid down the MILF’s tummy to her pussy and she lightly ran a finger over the labia, “No, bed now, tidying in the morning.””That’s a better idea,” laughed Joyce as she followed Dawn to the teen’s bedroom.

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The DealAt 18 Josh was broke and needed money. He was cute, 5ft 7, 110 pound, blond with large brown eyes, small frame. He was offered a ‘job’ by Bob Jones a millionaire. Josh wasn’t keen on doing what Bob wanted, but the money was too good to pass up. Bob offered to give Josh a sleeping pill if he could hire his body for just a few hours. (Mm-teen, reluc, 1st, oral, anal, d**gs)***Josh who was 17 and cute, he had been cleaning Bob’s cars and cutting his grass for 3 years. Bob was made of money and always paid Josh well.During the summer Josh finished cleaning Bob’s Jag.”All clean sir,” Josh said with a broad smile. he was wearing just shorts, his hairless chest covered in a light coating of fresh sweat, his skinny body packed well with stomach muscle.Bob found it hard to take his eyes of the youth.”Got any other work? I need the money I’ll do anything.” Josh asked.Bob smiled and shook his head. “Josh a good looking young boy like you should not offer to do ANYTHING, for a guy like me, you know I am gay?” Josh blushed. “Yeah I sorta figured that out.””You know I would pay a few hundred for a couple of hours with you.” Bob said as a matter of fact.Joshed blushed again. “Yeah, I’m not into that sorry, but thanks for the offer.”A week passed and nothing happened Josh was cutting his grass on a Saturday morning and asked his usual.”Can I do anything else for you?” Josh asked.Bob laughed. “Yeah şişli escort $200 for two hours.”Josh blushed. “I-I… can’t I mean… yeah, I want the money… but I’m not into it, not with a dude. Take my brain out and then you can rent my body for 2 hours,” Josh joked.Bob looked and studied the youth. “Well, that could work.””What?” Josh smiled.”Well, what if you were asleep. I have some pretty powerful sleeping tablets, knock out a horse they would. When you wake up, you will have $200 and not know what happened.Josh thought. “Ok,” although as soon as he said it, he regretted it.Bob took josh into his home and gave him two yellow pills and a glass of water.”Um, are you sure I won’t know anything?” Josh asked nervously.”Not a thing, you will be fully clothed and just had a nice sleep for two hours. Except you will be $200 richer.”Josh swallowed the pills.”What now?” Josh asked.”Come on up to the spare room and lay down, you’ll feel sleepy soon.”Josh loved Bob’s home it was massive. He kicked off his shoes and lay back on the bed. Bob sat next to him and rested his hand on Joshes thigh.”Um. I’m not asleep yet,” Josh said nervously.Bob got up and left, after 15 minutes he came back in. Josh was out cold.He kissed the boys face, licked his eyes nose and mouth and worked down to his neck.He pulled down Josh’s shorts, the boy was wearing briefs, he could makeup a small bulge.Slowly he placed şişli escort bayan his fingers in the waistband of Josh’s briefs and slowly peeled them down.”Oh,” Bob said, looking at the boy’s cock. It was cut, soft and lay to one side, he had large balls for a 17 year old.Bob’s mouth made contact and slowly sucked on his soft penis, in no time at all it got hard and stood upright.Bob sat up admiring his prize. The boy must have been 6 inches, it looked massive on his skinny frame.Bob went back down and expertly worked the hard teen cock with his mouth, sooner than expected, Joshes hips raised and he squirted a large load of teen sperm down Bob’s throat. Bob drunk every drop.When he was done he rolled the boy over and got himself undressed.Josh momentarily woke, his eyes opened. In-front of him was Bob’s 8-inch ugly cock, dripping pre-cum. It was not nice and slim like Joshes own cock, it looked aggressive, with huge veins down the length.Josh went back to sleep.Using baby oil, Bob worked Joshes anal hole with his finger. He placed the head of his cock against the clean perfect hole of Josh. He parted Josh’s cheeks and pushed. He pushed and pushed again, stopping to apply more oil. Suddenly it popped in about 2 inches stretched Josh. Bob lowered his weight down and with one mighty thrust pushed deep into the boy. Josh moaned but stayed asleep.Bob slowly started to hump the boy, mecidiyeköy escort his massive cock pounded the young prefect anus.Bob pushed as deep as he could, with each heavy thrust until he no longer he could stand it. He bit Josh’s neck and started to come. His cock started to swell and pump 4 large squirts of male semen into the youth, giving the boy his own DNA.Bob lay there for ten minutes enjoying the feeling Josh’s tightness. When he did pull out, sperm and a little blood flowed out his anus.Bob cleaned himself off and wiped Joshes ass. Then he turned the boy over and took some pictures. He lay down next to josh and made out with him, pushing his tongue deep into the boys mouth, feeling his white teeth and mouth, feeling his body.After a while he put Joshes briefs and shorts back on the boy. Dropped $200 on the bed and took a shower,It was another 3 hours before Josh woke he slowly came down stairs yawning holding the $200.”Sweet tea?” Bob asked.Josh nodded and sat on the kitchen stool. He drunk back the drink in one go.He waved the $200 at Bob. “So this is mine?””Yep. And although you slept for longer I only had my 2 hours worth,” Bob said.”I woke up,” Josh said. “When, I was upstairs. You were naked.””That was the idea.””I’m glad I was asleep for it, I am not gay, your dick is disgusting and huge.””Well yours is beautiful,” Bob smiled.Josh blushed. “Um I can tell you did it to me, I’m swore and… wet… Did I?”Did you what?”‘Did I, you know… get off.””Yeah, so you won’t have to jerk off tonight.”Josh nodded and left.His new arrangement came a permanent thing. Four years later he was working as Bob’s personal assistant.END

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Double trouble…………So Frank was clearly excited and so was I, As I had scratched his crotch with my shiny plum newly manicured nails I was aware of what a slut I was becoming. Any chance for cock and I was taking it. The door bell rang again interrupting my train of sexy thought. One moment I said to Frank, Kissed my finger and pressed it against his lips, he was obviously as horny as I was. As I approached the door I could see James peering through the opaque glass.I opened the door and he quickly stepped inside, kissed me lightly on the lips and said quite loudly what did that busy body Frank want. I pressed a finger to his lips and whispered in hhis ear that Frank was in the conservatory and having a drink and that he should join us. He threw me an amazed look. I slowly kissed him and squeezed his cock. His response was immediate and erotic as his cock was already slightly stiff. I walked back into the conservatory holding James’s hand and waving at the fridge and drinks cabinet said. Boys play nicely I’m going to freshen up, make yourselves another drink. Make mine a weak one. I walked over to Frank and kissed him on the cheek. I then walked over to James and did the same. Frank looked very scared but from the strain in the front of his trousers his arousal was none the less diminished.I moved sexily from the room and went upstairs to douche myself, I could feel a session coming on. Having cleaned myself I came down stirs but briefly reapplied my lipstick and some perfume.As I came down the stairs I could hear laughter from the conservatory, the boys were playing nicely. I first walked over to James and letting me gown fall open leaned over and kissed him fully on the lips. His hands explored my legs and his playfully sacked me on the bum, I turned around, my gown fully open and walked over to Frank, As I şişli escort my tongue explored his mouth I enjoyed the sensation of his moustache rubbing against my lip. He ran his hands up my legs and he rubbed my bum in a very seductive way. I kept my legs firmly shut and returned the favour of massaging his slightly flabby chest.I held my hands out and said common boy, it’s getting hot in here, lets go to my room….They both stood up and it was clear to see both were excited at the prospect of our coming encounter. They both willingly followed me upstairs, stroking my legs as we went. As we entered my room, the scene of my sinful encounter with James, I let the robe fall from my shoulders and walked to the curtains swishing them closed. I turned around and unclipping my bra let it fall to the ground. Frank spoke first and said oh my goodness…. I walked over to him and pushed him onto the bed. I straddled him and pressing my breast into his face he began to greedily suck my nipples and knead my breasts. He was a little clumsy, at this moment I felt James gently pull the gusset of my panties to one side, my cock head, well hidden thus far was tucked close to my anus, I felt his hot tongue begin to circle my cock head and dart into my willing anus. I reached down between Franks legs and slowly unzipped his trousers, his sucking on my nipples intensified and he began to more gently bite them. They we’re rock hard and throbbing. I released his cock which although slightly shorter than James’s was much fatter. I slithered backwards and through my new longer lashes looked him directly in the eye. James obliged by backing up and continued to lick me cock and circle my anus. I motioned to the bedside cabinet and James quickly recovered some anal lube. I heard it squirt and help it’s coldness and he inserted first şişli escort bayan one the two, then three fingers, I pushed back hard against this invasion, I was the rewarded with him entering me in one smooth movement. I could then feel his balls rubbing my cock head with each forward thrust.I had never deep throated such a large cock but was determined to try. Here I was being spit roasted by two neighbours and absolutely loving it…James thrusts were getting deeper and quicker, I knew he was close to coming, the movement was bringing me very close as well, so I moved slightly to avoid coming but to still gain pleasure, James shuddered and rammed me one last time and I felt him explode deep inside me. I squeezed my sphincter muscle to juice him fully, I felt him go soft and withdraw, he got up and walked out the room. I heard a distant tap running.I had continued with a slow rhythmical deep throating of Frank. His cock stretched my throat and almost made me gag. He was running his hands through my hair and I could also feel James’s spree slowly running out my legs and down my stocking tops. I stood up and pushing Frank down turned my back on him, I pulled my panties to one side and pushed against his swollen cock. It hurt a little but with a satisfying pop he passed my opening and I rode down his cock. James walked into the room and I beckoned him over. His cock was limp and wet from his wash, I appreciated this and wanted to thank him properly. Gripping his testicles I pulled him towards me and opened my mouth, which tasted of Frank, I replaced it with a mixture of James and soap, an odd combination I thought. I scratched the underside of his ball sack whilst pulling his growing cock back and forwards with suction. He soon responded and soon began to harden.I was not neglecting Frank and continued to mecidiyeköy escort ride his cock slowly, I hope you are on the pill Simone, I am about to come inside you….. No problem I purred I don’t think you’ll be getting me pregnant any time soon. I felt him come and he literally flooded me. He gave a big sigh and then quietly said, that is one of the best fucks I have ever had, and the first in nearly five years. I stood up and turning to face him slowly removed my panties, he looked in amazement as he saw my cock come into view. First anal with a transvestite as well, I presume, I said. A wicked smile crossed his face and he said, I thought so but wasn’t sure, my goodness Simone you are a girl with something extra. I motioned for James to sit next to Frank, Now boys I want you to take it in turns and thank Simone for pleasuring you both, they sat forward and were almost kissing each other in their greed to suck my cock, as I came powerfully they could have been kissing as the sperm entered their mouth and their lips were touching. I leant forward and tasted my own saltiness on the tongues. I picked up my robe and feeling the sperm running down my legs said, boys from now on I want you to come over every Thursday for drinks, nibbles and fun. Can you let yourselves out, I need to bath.They got up and walked of together. i heard the front door close. My anus was sore, I had an empty belly as the only sperm I had swelled was my own. I ran a long bath and just putting on a robe and kitten heels went down stairs for a light supper.As I was curled up on the sofa I received a couple of text messages. The first from Mistress, saying she was staying over in Germany and might be home on Saturday, the second from Hannah. “Boyfriend, Josh is taking me away on Sunday Morning, can we bring the surprise forward to Saturday night?” Smiley face with a wink. I immediately text her back, of course darling Hannah, text me address time etc and we can speak tomorrow to discuss the scenario.I retired early a tired and slightly sore but happy girlTo be continued……………….

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Bank Tellers Don’t TellBrian walked into the bank at 11:15. He saw that the tellers were busy, but the cute young black girl at the customer service desk looked bored. He sat in front of her, smiled, and said, “I’d like to transfer some money between accounts.”She looked up and smiled back at him; her nameplate said Saundra. “I can help you with that, sir.” Her smile exposed perfectly white and even teeth contrasted against her thick shapely lips that were coated in a subdued burgundy lipstick.He placed his account card on the desk and slid it to her. Brian studied her as she tapped away at the computer keyboard. A generous swath of eyeliner dramatized Saundra’s jade green eyes and soft, thick lashes. She brushed her long, kinky hair away from her face several times as she typed. Brian could not help but thinking what those succulent lips would feel like wrapped around his dick. He found himself getting mildly aroused at the thought of having his way with this little hottie. He fantasized about waiting until the bank closed and then doing her right on the desk in full view of the locked glass door. The sweet contrast of a stodgy bank and him, a middle-aged, pale-assed mick, fucking a hot black chick made him hard. He watched as she typed. Her pale green blouse strained at the buttons over her breasts. As she got a slip of paper from the drawer, he could see her lovely brown flesh gap. Slight bulges at the sides indicated her tits overflowed her cups. She kept her arms spread between the keyboard and a printer. Finally, he looked up from her breasts into her face.Saundra smiled; she knew that he was staring, so she shifted her shoulders to give şişli escort him a better view.Brian told her what he wanted done with his money. She completed the transactions and provided him with receipts. “Is there anything else I can do for you today, Mr. Doyle?””Do you have safety deposit boxes here?””Of course.””Could you show me where and how they’re kept?””Come this way.” Saundra led him into the back and into the safety deposit box room. Brian followed, watching her healthy butt shimmy as she walked. He loved her long, tight skirt with the large slit to the knee and the tall, high-heeled boots she wore. She described the features, sizes and prices of the deposit boxes. “Also, we have private viewing rooms where you can examine the contents. Would you like me to show you?”“Please.”He followed her to a small room with a counter two chairs and a shredder. “Is there anything else I can show you?” Her voice was husky with desire.He thought for a moment, wondering if she meant what he thought and took a chance. “Yeah,” he whispered, looking her in the eye, “your boobs.”Saundra closed the door quietly, leaned against it, and unbuttoned her blouse. She smiled at him again, and pulled each hefty breast free from its bra of bondage.Brian approached, staring at her smooth pear shaped breasts as they hung, framed by the pale green blouse. He could see tan lines, indicating that she wore a small bikini top that covered only her nipples and the tips of her breasts. He wondered how many hard-ons she provoked wearing a small top like that, and he wondered if her bikini bottom covered just as little of her ripe ass.She let out a small gasp şişli escort bayan as he pressed his warm, wet mouth against her breast. Reaching for his crotch, she massaging his erection through his pants. As he sucked, she slowly unzipped his fly and expertly maneuvered his throbbing cock and heavy balls free.He inhaled sharply as she worked his cock with both hands. He stood straight, caressed her ear with his tongue and whispered, “Lick me. Please.”Without hesitation, Saundra hiked her skirt up to her waist, spread her feet wide, and squatted in front of him. She quickly took his cock into her mouth and rolled her tongue over the top of his cock-head while stroking him. She then fed his thick cock inch by inch into the back of her throat. As she mouth-fucked him, she undid his pants and slowly dropped them to the ground. Once they were around his ankles, she held the hem of her skirt, stood up, and kissed him.Saundra wiggled out of her thong, let it fall to the floor, and set her bare ass on the table. She motioned for Brian to shuffle forward. As he did she spread her thighs and pulled her heels up to her ass. When he got close enough, she put the backs of her legs up against his shoulders, exposing her almost cleanly shaven pussy; she left only a centered racing stripe the width of a finger. Brian parted her wet, thick pussy lips with his fingers, looking at the tan lines from her bikini bottom. Imaging her in only this thong bottom and tiny top on the beach made him hard. He rubbed his wet cock-head against her pussy and then slipped his cock in. He could feel her pussy muscles expand and contract as she helped suck his cock mecidiyeköy escort in deeper and deeper. The whole while she encouraged him with whispers of “Oh yeah.”When Brian had his cock firmly embedded in her crotch, she reached around her leg and gently clutched him balls. “Oh yeah, honey, that feels good!”Saundra smiled and licked her lips. She placed her other hand over her pussy and rubbed her clit, leaving his pumping cock between her index and middle fingers.Brian began really fucking her with slow, short strokes. The heat of her muscular ass warmed his thighs as he pumped. She rolled her head slowly from side to side with her eyes half open and her lips parted. When he was ball-deep in her pussy, he raised up on his tiptoes and pushed just a little more. Every push he gave on his toes elicited a groan from Saundra. Finally she said, “Just like that baby.”Brian stayed on his toes and leaned hard against the back of her legs as he pushed like he was trying to crawl inside her. She felt so good, and her dark skin looked so sweet and sexy. Her breasts jiggled as they fucked. “Oh yeah, that’s it, that’s it, that’s IT!” Saundra put the crook of her elbow over her mouth to stop from crying out as she came. He felt the growing tension in his own groin. One more, two more three more, just one, “Argh,” he said quietly as he spewed his hot cum into her dark pussy. He lingered, letting her soak up his cum, then withdrew. Brian watched as she winked at him and licked her lips. Sandra then put her fingers into her crotch, scooped out his cum, and sucked her fingers. “Yum,” she said.He dressed; she took her thong and slipped it into his pants pocket. Putting her arms around his neck, she kissed him passionately. “I have a feeling that you might need to see this room again before committing to a box. Wednesday? Perhaps around 2:00. It’s pretty slow then.””I think you’re right,” he replied.

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Lesley part 21McPeevie was having a cup of tea and a packet of biscuits in the staff canteen, when he saw Syria the staff nurse, strutting in and making herself a brew. He watched her talking to one of the male support workers and got the impression that she was a real flirt. She always wore her uniform with plenty tit on display and he wondered what she would look like in the same gear that his Lesley wore today. He immediately scolded himself for thinking of Lesley in such a way….my Lesley….McPeevie…ya getting soft, he thought. ‘Lesley the fucking slut’…that’s what the wee cunt is. He knew he’d been outdone today and he didn’t want him thinking he was going soft. He watched Sylvia having a laugh with the man and noticed she was very tactile…all touchy feely. He made a mental note to get hold of some staff reports and see what could be altered to get her in a ‘spot of bother’. He smiled to himself as he drank his tea and ate the last biscuit from the packet, ‘aye, life’s, gid after all’. He was still a little annoyed about Lesley getting one over on him and he decided to make her pay. She was going to come to his office later and give him a blowjob….she had reminded him before she left…., and he’d told her he’d send for her. He realised that, by reminding him, she was taking an active part in the way that this was all panning out. Me digested this, and decided that ok, it was good to have a woman who was enjoying and looking forward to having sex with him, that’s not how it worked. Al and Mary McPeevie, were sadists…. and proud of that fact. If it got out that Big Al McPeevie was going soft over some plain ugly slut….and English…ooooh what trouble he’d be in. Mary! She’d cut his balls off. He made his mind up he had to put her in his place. Today….. He watched Sylvia at the sink washing her cup and called her over. “Sylvia…wid ya mind washing me cup pet. I’d be ever so grateful. And….by the way….ya staff appraisal is due. I was checking ya records wee the inspectors today and I need to go over a few things.””Oh ok Alan. Sent me an email and I’ll be there.””Right, ok. That’ll be gid….I’ll look forward tae having yee””Ok bye” she picked up his cup and took it too the sink. She shivered with distaste at the horrible man, thinking I’ll bet he’s a pig to everyone. No wonder he gets called Mcpervert. She washed his cup, unaware that McPeevie was licking his lips profusely imagining getting his tongue into Sylvia’s wet folds. By fuck Mary would enjoy taking that cunt down a peg or two. She left the room and he turned his attention back to getting Lesley put back in her place. He had the ideal plan. OooooIt’s funny how important things and ideas just pop into peoples head, and Lesley, while not the brightest card in the pack, ossasionally was blessed with one herself. It happened when she was reading a get well card in a female patients room, at 5.00 pm. At the bottom of the card it said in neat hand writing…….hugs and kisses, David. “Rob…I’ve thought of something else..I’ve just read a card and I suddenly remembered. ‘Kisses’ it might help. When Mary was watching me via face time.she told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn’t aloud to ‘kiss’ Alan I could do anything else to him…..and he could do anything to me, but she was very adamant that we were not aloud to kiss. Not that I’d want that pig kissing me, but…I dunno, might be able to use that. What dya think””Mmm yes. It’s something. Keep thinking. Make sure you keep him pleased. Don’t show weakness. What ever he makes you do, make him think you love it…in fact….now you’ve told him we are finished, we need to maybe make him think your starting to develop feelings for him. Yes….the ‘kissing’ thing just might be useable. Good…now remember….enjoy it!” And he hung up.Sylvia cringed….’have feelings for him’….double yuk! OooooBig Al had it all set up. He called for Sylvia and told her that the inspectors had suggested that a senior member of staff should sit with a junior member of staff and have an informal chat with one of the residents and talk to them about their life in their probably, last home, and if their was any room for improvement from the residents point of view. He told her that it might be a good idea to start this new practice with a problem person….someone who might benefit from such a talk. He told Sylvia he would conduct the first one along with a support worker and would she chose the first one. He knew who she would put forward, as the man in his head was hated by all the staff and they all would love to get him off the list of their potential interviewees. “Ok i see, let me think. Ok Mr Ernest Hedley, I think would best be interviewed by a man. He’s probably the most difficult person we have on our books. If you could trial this on him I think that would be of great help in the future of this new standard. We can have a group meeting and set goals and objectives based on your result”‘Yea right’ McPeevie thought but said nothing. “Do you want me to set it up in the ‘quiet’ room that would be a nice setting for it””Aye gid thinking” it’s got an internal lock in the door. He thought to himself. “Seen o’clock. After tea….and get that Lesley…her and me will get the ball rolling. Aye that gid, well done Sylvia.”..Sylvia, left the office and breathed a sigh of şişli escort relief. He took Ernie….fuck that’s a result. The girls will be pleased…oh….not poor Lesley though. She decided to not tell her just yet. OooooLesley was thinking about knocking on McPeevies office door and suggesting she might deliver what she wanted to do for him. She wasn’t sure how much she should be ‘willing’ to do his bidding. She knew she had to be nice, to him, but unsure how to do it. She was still playing it over in her head when Sylvia saw her and said…’hi k**…bad news…Mcperverts got some new scheme going and you, him and old fuck face Ernie Hedley are the guinea pigs….sorry babe….’Quiet room’ in ten…sorry babe. “Www what’s it about?” “Oh just something the inspectors cooked up, bout giving the residents more say…it’ll not last, but….gotta be done. He’s requested you…good luck”Lesley was panic stricken and suddenly struck dumb. The urge to pee hit her and she rushed off to the loo. As she sat on the pan she Robs words resonated in her brain….’keep him happy and make on as if you enjoy it.’ ….easy for him to say, she thought. She wiped her pussy, dry, through her open crotch, and looked at herself in the mirror. Her makeup was fine and she touched her lippy up…checked her gelled hair, and thought….lets do it! The quiet room door was slightly ajar as Lesley walked up to it. She heard voices from within, and recognised both sets as the two people she hated most in the world. She took a deep breath, knocked , and entered. “Arr, Lesley. Glad ye cud mek it. Shut the door and slide the do not disturb sign along. That’s a gid gurrrl.”She did as was bid and sat down in a big comfy chair designed for the residents to have a sleep in when they needed rest. Ernie was in a wheel chair and McPeevie was sitting behind a desk not normally in there. “Ok people..I’ll explain what this is aboot. Mr Hedley….Ernie, if I may…””Spose so””Gid…now Ernie…Lesley…this is a trial to see if we can make this a more enjoyable and comfortable place for our residents, staying here, in the twilight years of their lives. It’s purpose for…you, Ernie…and others is to have more of an input, if you have any gid ideas, that would benefit you and others. This is all confidential and we must keep this private until we can decide if any of the ideas will be beneficial. Now, this is just a discussion and nobody is taking notes…we three are…guinea pigs…if you like. Haha. Now…any questions so far?””No…none fem me” Lesley said confidently. “So…out I say, is er..off the record. No comebacks….I can have my say…. and you two will listen?” Ernie said with suspicion. “That’s it. Ernie…that’s the plan….if this works well, we want to have everybody have their say, and this will only be the start. Obviously I’ll be leaving soon but Lesley will be your designated nurse and frae now on she will be your ‘person to go tae” so to speak. The first meeting will be like this and from then on it will be a yin to yin…see what i mean. Ok Ernie.?””So it’ll be me and her from this day…is that the score..me and her in this room together…and she listens to me.?” “Yes.. And if your ideas are good, for your happiness, I’ll tell her she has to do it..how’s that sound?” Ernie suddenly developed a new lease of life. “Sounds fucki….flipping marvellous””Lesley? How does that sound to you GURRL?” Her heart sank. A few hours ago she could see this nightmare maybe starting to lift…now, she was seeing it only getting worse. “I I I ttthink its fine” “Good…right….we are here for anoyher 45 minutes…so Ernie, what are your immediate thoughts,,,as to our…new arrangements….”Well er….I can say what I like?…” “Aye…out you like…its your meeting…fill ya boots””Well…saying as I’m the first…I’m gonna test the water… as they say…heehee. You…Mr north of the border man…took something from me…something that belonged to me. Something precious…I want them back.””Oh…wat was that then Ernie?” “That sluts knickers…””Oh aye I remember.” Perfect thought Big Al…straight to the chase. “Yes…she gave me them, and you took them off me. I want them back! They were fucking stinking of pussy, I want em back”Lesley sank further and further into her chair, not daring to speak. “I’m sorry Ernie…they were chucked oot. I didna ken they were so precious to you. Sorry again…what can I do to mek amends””Mmmm I’m gonna like these meetings heeheehee. Well, this bitch could give me the ones she’s wearing, how’s that? Eh.””Seems a reasonable request…what do you think Lesley?…. Just remember the things on my phone, before you answer…” He added in a low voice so Ernie might not hear. “Oh er um…I I I …don’t know…I I suppose so””Hee hee. Here….jock..get her to get all her kit off…she’s not half bad for an ugly cunt…ya should see the tats on the twat…and the wedges….fucking right little cocksucker…you should do the bitch. Hee heeheehee. She’s got that boyfriend with the big cock…is he still shafting her?””I’m not sure….Lesley, have you still got a boyfreend..Ernie’s askin…ansa..the man””Nnnno. We finished yesterday””FUCKING HELL…Mr Jocky…she’ll be fucking gagging. Heeheehee. Getting all that cock…then nowt…heehee. Come on then ya ugly cunt…shows ya knickers şişli escort bayan heehee” Ernie would happily die tomorrow if today continued like this a bit longer….Christmas Day sent by the Devil himself. “Lesley…do as the man asks..it is his meeting”Lesley knew that this was payback for earlier in the day, but she was determined not to lose too much face. Her heart was racing but her brain had a plan…she knew what she would do. She stood up, turned the big armchair round, so it was half facing the desk and McPeevie, then turned Ernie’s wheelchair round so it completed the triangle. She looked at both of them and took a deep breath. She took the three steps back to her chair and sat back down. McPeevie leaned forward so he was resting his elbows on the table, concentration etched on his face. Ernie was smiling from ear to ear, and was dribbling saliva down his open necked polo shirt. “Jock…ya in for some treat here..heehee. She’s the dirtiest cunt on two legs…heehee in fact she prefers to have them legs in the air..hoo hoo”Lesley sat back down, and leaning back, slowly raised the front of her uniform up her thighs, and as the uniform went up…her legs parted according. She hooked her legs on either side of the big armchair and let the two sets of eyes settle on their target. “FUCK ME……WELL I FUCKING NEVER…….I’m fucking speechless….jock…is my eyes ok….jock?” “Yes Ernie. Your no seeing things. She’s wearing knickers we no front in them” “Crotchless fucking knickers…hee heeheehee. Told ya…I fucking told ya…didn’t I…heehee. What a tramp. She’s after some cock…jock….who the fuck gos to work in a shit hole like this….dressed in crotchless knickers if they’re not wanting the cock. Heeheehee. You should ploat the cunt…well I’ll be….crotchless fucking knickers. Ooooh….get the fucking rest off….come on…”Lesley didn’t wait for instruction, stood up, then went into a similar routine as the one she had earlier used today, ending up with her hands by her side and her legs slightly open. Ernie’s condition, bad as it was, did not include a dicky heart. If it had, he would have just had a massive attack and died. For nearly twenty seconds, he gazed at the best thing he’d layed his eyes on in 50 years. He slowed his breathing right down and in a calm voice said….”Lesley….let me tell you this…the last person, I saw…dressed totally in black underwear….mind there was no peepholes in them days…the last person I saw dressed like you…was…..ya mother. I….fuck, I remember now…it was the morning she was marrying ya dad….I’d spent the night in her bed….by fuck did she want some cock that night…she’d had a bath and tried to get all me muck out of her. I was still in bed…must have been 1100. I watched her put the gear on, and….fuck me, I was fucking hard again. I had to get her to giz a blowjob. Fuck…did your mother suck cock well…bet your the same…here jock….if she’s like her mother she’ll be fucking ace. I watched her put her white dress on….what a fucking joke that was….virginal white….she’d been banged more times than the front door. So anyway…..off she goes to the church….I remember it well, coz Newcastle had just won the cup….fucking last time that happened…useless cunts…and every fucker was in a good mood..anyway, she…her slut mother,,,says all these vows about…love… honour…obey….pile of shight. Two hours later the best man had fucked her up the arse and her black knickers were in his pocket. He showed me them…n they were the same ones…i should know…I’d fingered her cunt in them when she was sucking me cock. I Lesley. 50 years ago…that’s the last time I saw a woman in all black with seamed stockings….” Ernie’s mind seemed to fade off into the distance as he recalled moments from a bye gone era. McPeevie was looking at Lesley’s shocked face as she listened to the old mans reminisces. He needed to keep the momentum going so he moved his chair and the noise brought Ernie back to the present. “Well jock…what dya think of ya little support worker now eh? Did ya think she was dressed like that under her uniform. Cunt on view and tits poking through her bra…eh. I’m surprised we cant smell her cunt..eh? Heeheehee…..so…what dya think of the metal…and the tats…she looks like a hooker…dresses like a hooker…come on jock…ya must have tapped this fuckers arse by now…look….she’s fucking dripping. And them nipples…fuck me they’re like navvies thumbs…hahaha. Why don’t ya get the cunt to blow ya….fuck me…if I could get it up…. Haha if I could get it up I could mark her and her mother out of ten”. Lesley thought he’d piss himself he was laughing so much. Nothing he said upset her anymore. She’d heard all the insults. The thing she didn’t like was that it would please McPeevie. He was so obviously enjoying himself. Bastard. She guessed what was to come. “Hey…jock…why don’t ya get ya dick out and I’ll watch her blow ya. She’s gotta do as she’s told…your the boss..heehee. Come on Les. Get on ya knees and gobble the big bad boss. Heehee. Do it over here so I can have a feel…jock? Sound good eh?” McPeevie walked around the desk at the same time as Lesley stood in front of Ernie. She bent at the waist putting her hands on her thighs for balance. mecidiyeköy escort McPeevie shuffled his fat arse on to the desk, which groaned under his weight, and undid his trousers. Lesley felt a scrawny boney finger scratching the right cheek df her bottom. Big Als trousers hit the floor and he pulled his shirt up so she could get at the waist band of his boxer shorts. She wasn’t surprised their were no panties today…Ernie would have crucified him. She then, felt a slobbery kiss being planted on her bottom at the same time a hand was creeping round her leg towards her pussy. Nothing wrong with his memory either. Ten more minutes she thought….ten more minutes. When Lesley lowered his boxer shorts, Ernie’s hand stopped moving. It was only about an inch from her dripping flaps, when Ernie saw the size of big Als cock. “Fuck me….heehee. Lesley…have you got ‘cock radar’…..Attention..Atention….if you’ve got a horses cock….see Lesley…phone no xxxxxxxxx heehee. You must have a cunt like a fucking bucket……hehehehe. Don’t think ya mother could even Hoover that bastard. Heehee..Gotta see this happen….back up a bit as well…can’t reach ya clit!” Not wanting to give in when she was this close,, she pushed her arse back, dipped her back and opened and stretched her jaw in readiness of the impending sex act. A finger was now running up the length of her wet slit, and then, when she felt a long finger nail on her clit she nearly had the most unwelcome orgasm of her life. It just never occurred to Lesley,,that the old coffin dodger might make her cum….it just wasn’t part of the script. Big Al, took her by the hair, and jammed her head, hard down over his cock. He held her head down for twenty seconds then released her. She nearly choked to death…more from, the not having enough oxygen in her lungs, than the size of the thing blocking anything else getting in. She might have got that wrong. Lesley felt that finger nail on her clit and despaired. She was trying to concentrate on making him shoot his load but was still very aware of the sensation coming from her senseive bud. She could here McPeevie growling insults above her, as she tried to ignore the sensations building up in her groin. He had her by the hair now and was forcing her head and neck…up and down….hold….up and down….hold…. Each time she was down he held her a second or two longer. He’d experimented over the years with oxygen depravation and he had it down to a tee. Ernie had two fingers from one hand sliding into her soaking mess of cunt flesh and the finger nail of his forefinger working her engorged clit. “Right ya fucking slut. Are ya ready coz here it comes.” He pushed her head right down and every last inch and piece of flesh, disappeared into Lesley’s mouth and throat. He held her head on his lap with such a force that she feared he would break her neck. She started counting as soon as the pressure held her still. At 30’seconds she was struggling,,,, she felt the jerk each time bis balls contracted and the spit burst in her throat. She counted six spurts in all,…..still he held her there, still she kept counting. She realised that it wasn’t the internal clock in her head she was counting…no, it was the pulsing in her clit that was giving her the coumting mechanism. Over a minute he held her there. He could have kept her longer. He knew that with the attention being given to her cunt, as soon as she got air she would cum like never before..He was right. Ten minutes later Lesley was still lying, out cold on the desk in the quiet room. Mcpeevie had laid her out on the large desk in a position so her legs were d****d over the edge of the desk where the chair went into, between the desk drawers. McPeevie had then pulled Lesley’s legs up and placed them on the side of the desk. Five minutes later Lesley felt something lovely happening to her. She felt as though she was floating and her body was a mass of nerve endings. Her eyes opened slightly, and she smiled….Rob was giving her an early morning treat with his tongue. She closed her eyes and whispered…”oh that’s good….your so good to me…don’t stop…” She was just starting to tense and let it flow, when she heard a noise as someone cleared their throat. She opened her eyes…all,confused…saw McPeevie. Naked…wanking his huge cock….she looked down and the only thing she saw was half of Ernie hedleys head. She couldn’t see his mouth because it was buried in her pussy. She tried to make the feelings sto and get up…but, it was to late..her hips jerked and her throat gargled. The tongue made a mockery of his age and he brought Lesley to a stunning climax. As her eyes rolled in her head and the juice ran from her cunt, the globules of male ejaculate landed on Lesley’s near naked body. They had stripped her of all but her stockings and suspenders. Her stockings had Als cum on them and Ernie had rubbed them that much they were full of holes. He now had her clit ring between his false teeth and had pulled her clit to an inch in length. McPeevie leant in close to her head and whispered.. “Look down and see, what I’ve done to yee, ya wee cunt. Old Ernie’s eating his porridge…heehee…how’s that feel..eh slut” Lesley took a few seconds….caught her breath. Looked down at Ernie…still licking her pussy and fingering his prise. Looked at her naked,cum splattered body, looked up at him and kissed him squarely on the lips and said…”darling…Al…that was fucking brilliant…can we do it tomorrow….please Al….darling She lay her head on the hard desk, and fell sound asleep.

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Watching My MotherIt was a gorgeous morning outside as I leaned nervously near the top steps of the staircase. My name is Paul, I am 37 years old, and I’d only recently woken up to the joys and possibilities of sex and the female form. I’ve always been such a shy and nervous person, but I’d been skirting the edges of thoughts about sex for quite some time now, probably a randy boy since the age of 13, but I went to an all boys high school and it took me a very long time for the information to get through to me that girls were good.I had taken of late to spying on Carolina, my 67-year-old mother, as she was the only female I was really exposed to regularly. My mom was lovely, everything a man could want, very large breasts (36D), chubby, with a plump big ass. She was, this morning, going through her morning routine of tidying the house up and getting dressed. Well, there she was at the other end of the long hallway in her bedroom facing the huge mirrors she had on the wall as she began the process I had waited for.I watched as my mother pulled her nightdress up and over her head. I began nervously fondling my cock as her nakedness was revealed for me to see. I was the only one in the house and she thought I was downstairs watching TV. Her massive breasts sat proudly on her chest, sagging significantly from her old age, but nothing bad at all.She stopped and looked at herself in the mirror then walked across to her drawers and pulled out a pair of panties and a bra, items that I’d fondled at times in the past and knew well. Whilst she was gone I ducked back and gave myself a couple of good hard tugs on my cock thinking about myself getting to play with those luscious tits.I heard my mom move back in front of the mirror and I moved back forwards so I could watch the rest of the show. It must have been that movement that gave me away now that I look back on it. Probably the bright sunshine coming through the window behind me cast a shadow I hadn’t really considered in my voyeuristic adventure. But nevertheless she continued to put her panties on which was a heaven sent picture, her bending over, reaching down, letting her saggy breasts dangle there in front of my gaze is something I still to this day can’t get out of my mind.When she stood and pulled her panties the rest of the way up she walked out of my sight again. I waited as she’d left her bra behind, naturally assuming she’d decided on a different bra. That’s when my heart leapt into my mouth as I heard her say, “Paul, come here,” in that stern voice of hers. I couldn’t move. I didn’t know what to do or what to say. I’d been caught red-handed intruding on her privacy.My mother waited on me and didn’t say another word. But I could tell it wasn’t a wait to see if I was actually there, it was a wait that said şişli escort no matter what she knew I was there. Finally I stood up and walked to her bedroom to find her standing in front of me still with only a pair of panties on.”Mommy, I’m sorry.””It’s Okay honey, but why are you doing this?” She replied. Still amazingly calm given the situation.I paused before I replied. I didn’t really know what to say, in fact, I didn’t really know what to do. Finally I said, “Well mommy, because, well, you’re just so beautiful.” My voice carried every ounce of fear I was feeling.It was then that the real shock happened. “Okay, well, you’re old enough to do this, I suppose it’s time that you learned a few things.” I starred at Mommy open mouthed. She still wasn’t making an effort to cover her breasts and I found my gaze returning there continuously.I was visibly shaking so she came towards me and wrapped me in a hug. I was now in a position I’d dreamed of for a long while, but my fear still stopped me from acting, though now the sexuality of the situation was getting through the fear. I hugged my mother back and began crying. She shushed me saying, “It’s Okay, Paul, but we’re going to have to stop this, I can’t have you watching me when I don’t know about it. Besides, I have feelings too, so I’m going to teach you what to do with a woman, and use me to teach you everything.”With those last words she took my hands firmly from around her, stood back and placed them on her breasts. I think it was at this point it finally dawned on me what was going to happen and that I was about to have a very, very good time.I started tentatively at first squeezing my mother’s breasts with my hands, then looked up at her face and she nodded at me to continue. I squeezed her breasts really hard and she stopped me, “No, Paul, not too hard, like anywhere else, they can hurt.” I began to focus on her nipples, playing my fingers over them, amazed at how erect and tight they were getting. She said, “Suck my nipple, Paul.”And I did. Probably for the next half hour I was in heaven just sucking, kissing and playing with her tits. Then I decided to get adventurous. After all, my mother still had her panties on, so I figured it was somewhere forbidden so I traced my hand over her stomach. Finally I reached the top of her white panties and dipped my hand ever so slightly under the waistband. Instantly my hands caught on to her heavy, very thick patch of pubic hair. My mother, knowing exactly what I was doing, moved her hands, without my really noticing and slipped the panties all the way off, giving me free access to her mature bush.Pushing me back, my mommy pulled my pyjamas off. “Fair is fair son, if I’m naked, you have to be too.” I didn’t argue, although for a minute or two I still tried şişli escort bayan to hide my embarrassment. She wouldn’t have any of it, so she batted my hands out of the way and knelt down. “I know you’re still a virgin, Paul, but not for much longer.”Mom smiled. “Okay, Paul, I’m going to give you what’s known as a blow job. I don’t mind if you cum in my mouth and I don’t mind if it’s fast, the first time you’ll cum quick, I want to get that out of the way.”I believed her, because I already felt close to cumming and she hadn’t even touched my dick yet. She leaned forward quickly, gently pulled my foreskin back and, before I could grasp what was happening, I felt my dick surrounded by warm, wet air then I felt sucking. Mommy’s tongue started twirling around the head of my penis like a merry go round gone mad. Almost instantly I let go, cumming a huge load right in her mouth with the best orgasm I’d had since the first time I’d whacked off when I was 13.She continued sucking and milking me until my dick deflated, swallowing every last drop of what I deposited into her mouth. I was stunned by the whole experience and hoped that this was not over.It wasn’t.My mom got up and hopped lithely onto the bed and motioned me to lie down between her legs. “You’ve had yours, now you give me mine. Remember son, it’s only fair that if a woman gives you an orgasm you should give one back in return.”Now I have to confess that eating a woman out has never been a fantasy of mine, but I knew this was not something mommy wouldn’t let me get away with, so I looked at her pubic mound, noticing how thick and matted the hair was and that there was a faint fishy-smelling aroma coming from her. It was a bit unpleasant to my nose, but didn’t phase my excitement. In fact, I was already beginning to get hard again.Mommy moved her fingers, explaining what I was seeing. Spreading the lips of her vagina apart she said, “This is my vagina, usually called a cunt, pussy or something else equally vulgar. Don’t call it a vagina when we’re having sex, it’s not exactly erotic, cunt is a better word.” Then her fingers traced up to show me a protuberance. “This is my clitoris,” mommy said. “If you want to send me to heaven, pay lots of gentle attention to it. Just imagine it’s like the head of your penis and think about how much you love rough playing with it, that’s how much I like it with my clit.””Now I want you to lick my pussy. See how it tastes.” I did. My reward for that was to hear a gentle, “Oh,” come from my mother. I licked again, and this time, I dashed my tongue gently over her clit. My mother jumped at the contact. I stopped, worried I had done wrong. But she said, “No, that was good, carry on.”I did, licking and dipping my tongue regularly into her pussy and then I tried something mecidiyeköy escort a friend had told me. He did say it didn’t always work, because some clits were just too small, but to try it anyway. I curled my tongue over and wrapped it around my mommy’s clit. Then I moved it up and down, sucking whilst I did so. The response to this finale, though I didn’t realize it, was electric. I could feel my mother tense and begin shuddering, the whimpering caught me slightly off guard, but I carried on, sure my mother would stop me if need be. Then a flow of juices flooded out of her. I lapped them up quickly, and then felt my mother lift my head away from her pussy. She had a glazed smile on her face as she said, “That was good, Paul. So very, very good.”She bent down and kissed me. Not the tender mother/son kisses we’d had before, but a passionate lip lock. I hadn’t been kissed this way ever before and I wasn’t sure what to do. I discovered it was a gentle exploration of each other’s mouths, not fighting each other to see who could get who’s tongue furthest into the other’s mouth, but a simple rolling of the tongues together, moving back and forth from each mouth. We settled back next to each other on the bed as we kissed. My dick placed itself firmly at my mother’s stomach and demanded her attention, whilst my hands explored the whole of her body.Suddenly she broke away from our kiss and sat up then pushed me back on the bed. “I’m going to do all the work this time honey, but don’t get too used to it.” She laid me on my back and knelt with her legs on either side of my body. Taking hold of my hard cock she gave it a small tug or two. My penis is not anything to write home about. I’ve never been big. I’m just under four inches when I’m fully erect. But I know now it’s not the size that counts, it’s what you can do with or without it that counts, although I’m reliably informed there is a great difference in feeling between a big cock and a little one. My mom gently lowered herself down and I could feel the head of my dick gently slide into her. I have no words to describe what I felt as her warmth surrounded me. It felt like putting on a very tight warm wet glove, but the sensations that went with it started to drive me out of my mind right there.Once she’d lowered herself all the way down my penis, I gazed up at her, seeing her smiling face above those wonderful naked breasts, I realized I was no longer a virgin. Then I also realized I loved this woman far more than just how a son should love his mother. Then she lifted herself up and dropped down. I don’t think I lasted too long, I know I lost count of the number of times she dropped down on me. But finally I felt my balls tighten and my muscles across my stomach tingled and I shot my load deep into my mother’s cunt. She kept me inside of her afterwards and bent forwards to kiss me. I held her in my arms as I fell asleep exhausted after such an emotional and tumultuous morning. I had finally realized my dream. I gave my virginity to my loving mother.

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Watching the Boys Part 13I quickly glanced over and made out the silhouettes of Mister Grossa and Bryan standing just inside the bedroom. Both of them, their cocks erect, staring directly at me. Bryan had a lust filled look on his face as Grossa smiled deviously at me. His arm hidden from view behind Brian as my boy made small pushes back against the man’s hand. Grossa was finger fucking my boy right in front of me, and Bryan loved it. The room was dark but I could see Bryan’s hair all messed up, at first I thought he had put hair gel in his hair, and then I realized it was cum. “Hello Frank, Bryan wants to tell you something.” Grossa said in a deep low sexy voice, which made my cock, grow instantly hard. It felt like a dream as my glassy eyed nine-year-old son slowly walked to the side of the bed with Mister Grossa following close behind. Grossa keeping his hand in place behind my son’s ass, no doubt still held his fingers in place deep inside my boy. Bryan, Grossa stopped, and where now standing right next to me along side the bed. They both reeked of sex. Bryan stood staring at me and Leaf, taking in our nakedness with Leaf curled up next to me sleeping. My son had a look of wanting in his eyes, almost sadness as he took in how Leaf was cuddled up next to me. I realized my boy, my son, and my own offspring that I’d rose since he was a baby, wanted me more than ever, and I wanted him now too. Our eyes met and I smiled warmly at him. He smiled back as I opened my arms for him to join me. “I love you daddy.” Bryan said as he climbed onto the bed and settled down into my arms as I hugged him close to me. “I love you too son. I don’t know what I would do without you.” I whispered into his ear as I stroked his smooth sticky body. My hand moved up and down his perfectly smooth back, then slowly over his pert boyish ass. I then ran my fingers down in-between his wet butt cheeks. My fingers then ran into what felt like a rather large butt plug lodged inside his boy hole. My fingers encircled it, and then grasped it gently. Then I gave the plug a gentle twist. “Mmmmmmmmmph…” Bryan tilted his head up and looked at me with lust-filled eyes. I could feel my heartbeat speed up as we held each other for split second, but it felt like a lifetime. Then we both plunged into a passionate kiss as we melted into each other. Kissing like the long lost lovers, we were as we finally made the connection both of us so desperately wanted but I wouldn’t admit too. My boy was so warm, and felt so smooth in my arms as we made out. Bryan moaned into my mouth as I manipulated the butt plug inside my boy’s ass. We were both extremely hard now as my son rubbed his body against mine, humping against each other. Bryan suddenly pulled back from our kissing. “I want you to be part of my new family daddy.” Bryan said breathlessly. “I saved up their loads so I could share them with you.” Bryan cooed. “You need to eat their cum all out of my ass.” Bryan said as he ground his hard boy cock against my stomach. “It’s the first step to becoming a part of the family.” Bryan said with a glint in his eye. “Did you want to?” Bryan said with a hopeful look in his eyes. I smiled at him, knowing I wanted to share what he had become a part of more than ever now. “I would love to my boy. Anything for you.” I said with a lust-filled tone as we leaned into each other and tongue dueled again like lost teenage lovers. Leaf was still sleeping soundly next to me as my naked, cum covered nine-year-old son repositioned himself on my chest, facing away from me. Bryan’s boy hole finally came into view as I got to see what was buried in his ass. It was a huge white butt plug, firmly lodged inside his sphincter, keeping who knows how much cum inside him so it wouldn`t leek out. My son’s ass looked so hot with that huge toy lodged inside it, his boyish ass lips stretched obscenely around it. Bryan sat back, his ass just inches from my face. I steadied his hip with one hand as I grasped the butt plug with my other hand. “You ready Bry?” I said, as I got ready to pull out the plug. I was rock hard at this point and I suddenly felt Bryan’s nine-year-old hand grasp my leaking cock. “Yeah…” Bryan replied as I felt him lean forward a bit followed by the sensation of his hot breath on my cock head. Then he plunged his mouth down onto my cock making me gasp out. My own son now had his daddy’s cock buried in his mouth. That thought pushed me over the edge and sealed any doubts I had about all of this, not that I had any left at this point. I pulled the plug out and quickly covered my mouth over his gaping wide hole. My mouth was immediately flooded with cum. Huge amounts of cum flowed out of him! It filled my mouth as fast as I tried to swallow the many, many loads that had been deposited earlier into my son’s ass. I kept on swallowing, load after load of the salty liquid still filling my mouth as I swallowed. The sweet juicy goodness left by the members who fucked my boy, injecting him with their hot man seed. I pulled back briefly as I encouraged him. “Push out for my Bry, give me all you got!” I moaned, my face smeared with cum and his ass juices. I quickly covered his hole again with my mouth as Bryan did what I asked as even more cum flooded into my mouth. Bryan moaned uncontrollably on my cock as he sucked me completely down his throat. I could feel Bryan push back as I shoved my tongue deep inside him, licking out his insides like a bear licking a honey pot. I tried to get every last drop. Now father and son where completely connected at both ends as we sucked and tongue fucked each other. Me with my tongue buried up my son’s ass and my son with my cock, balls deep down his throat. Milking his daddies cock like the good son, he was. We both grunted and moaned as Bryan’s throat drove me to the edge of climaxing. “MMMMMPPPHH!” SLURP! SLURP! “MMMMMMPHHH!” SLURP! SLURP!…”UUUUNNNGH GONNNA BLOW MY LOOAD BBABY BOY!” I quickly gasped out, then went back to tonguing my boy’s hole …”MMMMMPH!” I couldn’t hold back any longer! I felt my nuts pull tight as tingly sensations ran up from the back of my balls and up through my cock, spreading throughout the rest of my body. I grabbed hold of Bryan’s hips and firmly pulled his ass down as hard as I could against my face, shoving my tongue as deep as it would go. “MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMPPPPHH!!!” I moaned into Bryan’s ass as I started to fire shot after shot down my boy’s nine-year-old throat. Bryan kept milking my cock with his tight throat as I continued to unload into him. The orgasm I was feeling felt like it could go on forever. Finally, I was now connected with my own son like never before. I was amazed that my son had learned to take my cock so deep into his throat for such a long period of time as he kept milking my now sensitive daddy cock. He finally let it slip out of his mouth as I heard him recovering, breathing hard as he regained his breath. I also felt him shudder and push his ass back on my face as his hole tightened around my tongue. I pulled my tongue out and licked around his hole cleaning him up. Bryan shifted himself around again and laid flat on top of me. “I love you daddy.” Bryan whispered again breathlessly to me as we held each other, grinning in our post orgasmic bliss. Both our expressions changed to one of wanting again as Bryan leaned down and started kissing me passionately again. God I loved kissing my boy! Bryan and I continued our hot make out session for a bit longer until we heard a moan from Grossa next to us. We both looked over and saw that Leaf had woken up and was now sucking on Grossa’s hard massive cock. Leaf was truly a gifted boy as he had more than half of the man’s large cock buried down his 15-year-old throat, milking it for all he was worth. “It’s time for you…uuugh… to become part of the family…uuungh… Fffrank.” The large Brazilian man gasped at me with a lust-filled grin. I watched in amazement as Grossa ran his fingers through Leif’s golden curly hair, then he gripped Leaf’s hair in his hands and started pulling the teen boy’s head slowly down onto his cock. I felt my cock go instantly hard as I watched Grossa’s monster cock slip down Leaf’s throat. I could actually see the bulge make its way down his young teen throat towards his stomach. “Leaf is pre…oooghh…preparing me fffor you.” Grossa continued to stare at me in a lust-filled daze. Before I knew it, Leaf’s nose pushed up against Mister Grossa’s crotch. The teen boy’s lips stretched wide around the base of the Brazilian man’s huge member. Leaf had obviously done this before as I watched the teen boy’s throat start to ripple and undulate as it stimulated the entire length of the Brazilian man’s cock with his talented teen throat. “Time for meeee…ungh…to make you…hmmm…a part of out family now.” Grossa grunted and gasped as Leaf stimulated Grossa’s hardness. “Prepare your father my son. ” Mister Grossa said to my son. I looked at Bryan, who was smiling up at me with a wide smile. He was holding my hard şişli escort cock in one hand and slowly lowered his mouth onto it. I then felt my youngest son start to finger my asshole with his boyish nine-year-old digits. I felt his wet lube covered fingers press against my hole, then slide easily into my clenching sphincter. “UUUUUUGGHH! Oh fuck!” I whimpered as Bryan started working my cock into his mouth, and at the same time, I felt his fingers search, and then find my prostate. Aaaaaaagh! Fuck Bry, that feels so goood!” Bryan was rubbing my prostate so hard, making me groan out in pleasure as I felt my cock hit the back of his throat. Then I felt my boy swallow as I felt the rest of my cock slip down into his throat until his nose pressed against my groin. “Wow! My boy has my entire cock in his throat!” I thought to myself in amazement as I watched the sight of my son deep throating my hardness before me. I then felt him slip in another finger to join the other two. Fuck, he was working my button good! I couldn’t help it. I u*********sly spread my legs open for my boy to allow him better access to my loosening daddy hole. Bryan twisted and rubbed his boyish fingers as deep as he could into me as I moaned out from the sensations his fingers where giving me. I glanced over and watched mesmerized, as my sexy Leaf continued to throat massage Grossa’s massive cock. “uuungh…Bryan take thisss…aaagh…and prepare your father pr…UHG!…properly. ” Grossa moaned, shuttering as he handed Bryan that white box again. Leaf’s expert throat never missed a beat as it worked over the Brazilian man’s hard flesh. Bryan grabbed the box with his free hand and placed it next to him without taking his fingers out of my ass. My boy then reached into the box and pulled out. Bryan smiled at me as he held it up, showing me one of those white “kryptonite” nuggets. He then lowered it between my legs. I felt him pull out his fingers then I felt it being pushed into me. It easily slipped in followed by Bryan’s three fingers again as they pushed the “kryptonite” deep into my loosened ass. It took a few seconds then I felt it. “aaaagh…” I gasped and sucked in some air as the sharp sting suddenly hit me. My ass clinched tightly onto Bryan’s embedded fingers. “I want you to fuck me daddy.” My young son whispered lustfully to me. Bryan suddenly yanked his fingers out of my gripping ass, causing me to grunt. He then got on all fours next to me, his young nine-year-old ass pointing up in the air like a cat in heat. My cock firmed up to a painful hardness at the sight of my boy`s ass waving at me. I suddenly felt so horny. “Put it in me daddy.” Bryan whimpered as he reached back and spread his ass cheeks wide open, his well-stretched pucker winking at me. I quickly got up behind him and nudged my cock against his hole then gradually applied pressure. “uuuugh yeeeah daddy…” I suddenly felt his hole open up as it swallowed up my cock, completely sinking into my boy’s nine year old ass. We both shuddered and held still as his small boyish ass rubbed against me. His warm insides caressing my steel hard cock as I fit perfectly inside my own son. The burning sensations inside my ass was transforming into the need, an ache to have something inside it. I wanted cock in me and I wanted it now! It was as if Grossa could read my mind as I heard him pull out of Leaf’s throat and came up behind me. I could feel him lean over me on my back as his smooth skin made contact with mine. His cock teasing my wanting hole with just the tip of his hardness. “Do you want to be part of our family Frank?” Mister Grossa gruffly whispered into my ear. The lust in his voice sent a sexual shudder through me and made my cock flex inside Bryan. I gripped Bryan as I pushed back a bit against Grossa’s teasing cock. However, Grossa pulled back with me and kept the tip of his huge cock just at my entrance, not allowing it to penetrate me. “Just like your Bryan and Leaf…” Grossa grunted as he pushed forward slightly causing my ass to dilate just a bit. “… and soon Ben too.” I felt my hole open up even more as the bulbous head crept into my ass. “You want this don’t you?” Grossa growled as he teasingly poked and prodded my hole with his head. “Yes…” I moaned low as the sensations from Bryan’s ass and Grossa’s teasing cock where overwhelming my senses. My ass wanted that large cock so badly. “You have to tell me…you want it…Daddy!” Grossa grunted as he pushed hard into my ass briefly, making my hole dilate even more then backed off. “Aaaagh…oh gawd YES! Fuck me Grossa!” I cried out desperately as I watched Bryan smile warmly, waiting for what was about to happen to me. “Once I start there’s no going back.” Grossa continued, whispering in my ear. “Fuck me pleeease…I want it sooo badly.” I moaned out staring into Bryan’s eyes. My boy gazed back at me, noticing my need to be connected with what my boy had been through and was now a part of. “Address me as Master.” Grossa said firmly, pressing his swollen head against my twitching sphincter just enough to feel my hole stretch even further. “What am I?” Mister Grossa commanded, pushing harder against my hole then backing off. “Master…please fuck me Master.” I whimpered out. “Do you accept what you are about to receive?” Master Grossa said with a slight thrust of his hips. I felt the tip start to push through, stretching me further than Bryan`s three fingers.. “Yeees Master! I accept! Please fuck meeEEEAAAAAAAAGHHH FUCK! AAAAAAWWW GAAWD!” I couldn’t help but succumb to the feeling of new Master’s hard 10 inches being thrust fully into me. The force was so strong it pushed my cock deeper into Bryan causing my boy to moan out too. Fuck I felt so full! He was so much bigger than Jamal, stretching me deeper than Jamal ever did. “AAAAGH!..Oh Gawd Bry… Uuungh fuck…AAAAGH!…mmmmmm…oh..Daaad…fuck me daaad…” A mixture of grunts, groans, and wet slapping noises filled the room from all three of us. Master Grossa was setting the pace with his ten-inch monster as we started to sync up as we fucked. “Fuck yeah Frank!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “Welcome to my family!” SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “AAAGH! AAAGH! UUUGH! FUUCK MEE MASTER! OH GAAAWD!” I’d never been as thoroughly fucked in my life as I felt Master Grossa’s monster cock re-arrange my insides. Bryan was watching me with a dazed look of lust on his face, making slight boyish grunts and moans with each hard thrust he felt from Master Grossa through me. I quickly leaned down and started kissing my boy in wild abandon with Bryan returning the kiss just as passionately. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! “mmmmm…Ooooo ggwwaaad feels so gooood…” I finally blurted out as I broke off my kissing with Bryan. “Leaf likes…” “UUUGH!” “…watching you…” “AAAGH!” “…get fucked Frank!” “AAAGH FUCK!” I glanced over and saw Leaf watching us in a sexual daze, stroking his impressive teen cock. “So fucking hot…yeeeah fuck him Grandmaster… fuck him with your fat cock…,” Leaf mumbled to himself, as he watched Grossa pound both me and Bryan hard. “Yeah, you hear that Frank? Leaf wants you taking all of my cock.” Master Grossa grunted into my ear, as he got more forceful with his fucking. Leaf and I locked eyes as our Master said that. We kept watching each other as Grossa continued to pound me into Bryan. SLAP! … SLAP! … SLAP! … SLAP! Suddenly Grossa stopped. His hard 10 inches buried deep in my quivering ass. “Frank, I know you want him.” Master Grossa whispered into my ear “I know you want Leaf as your son.” The words that Master Grossa just said flashed through my head. Hitting me like a ton of bricks. “And I know Ben and Bryan would love to have him as a brother.” Master Grossa said with a smile. “Don’t you Bry?” Grossa continued as he looked at my boy beneath me. “Mmmm yes…” Bryan moaned out with a smile as he weakly nodded his head. “Let’s bring Leaf into the circle.” Grossa said as he held on to me as he sat back pulling me out of Bryan’s boy hole as Leaf scrambled into place between my son and me. I watched my son spread his smooth nine-year-old boy legs wide to accommodate his future brother. I watched Leaf lean over my boy and then heard both boys let out a long moan, the signal that Leaf’s hard cock was now sliding deep inside my boy. I watched Leaf’s back start to contract as he started slowly fucking his cock into and out of my boy. “Join with your new son Frank” Grossa whispered into my ear as I watched the two boys fuck in front of me. I did want Leaf as my boy. I wanted to care for him as if he was my own son. He was such a beautiful boy. I was now realizing I was starting to fall in love with this blonde teen beauty. My cock was rock hard as Grossa and I leaned over the two slow fucking boys. Leaf slowed his thrusts as I nuzzled the tip of my cock between his flexing ass cheeks. Pre-cum accumulated in his crevice at the thought of bringing Leaf home to meet Ben. “Yes, Master…I would love to have Leaf as my son.” I groaned şişli escort bayan out. “Goooood, my proud daddy.” Grossa said as he made a hard thrust into me forcing me forward. I heard Leaf, and then Bryan grunt then both moan as I felt my cock pop through his sphincter muscles and slide fully into my new son. “Now we start…” Grossa said as he braced himself over Bryan, Leaf, and me. Keeping his hard cock buried deep inside me. “We call upon you in the guise of Eros…” Grossa chanted as he gave a firm thrust with his hard 10 inches. “Kindler of desire, Bringer of love…” Fuuuck …Master Grossa’s cock felt good as it slowly stroked my insides. Combing that sensation with the feeling of Leaf’s smooth skin below me was bringing me quickly to the edge. “…to join us here and witness the bonding of Frank, Bryan, Leaf and our family.” Grossa started to grunt as his thrusts became firm and deliberate. His ten inches pistoning in and out of my now well-stretched and wanting man pussy. “Do you Frank…” I concentrated on Grossa’s voice as he steadily long dicked me causing me to hump the moaning boys below me. “aaaaaaaaggh…mmmmph…uuuuugh…aaaaagh…” The Noises of the boys intermixed with Grossa’s chanting. “…join us here of your own free will…uuugh” Master Grossa was getting into the fucking now. “…to acknowledge before…mmmm…Eros…” “…the bond that is shared between you…oooh fuck…and our family.” Grossa grunted. I heard Bryan moan out, then I felt Leaf’s boy hole grasp hard onto my cock. Which caused my ass to spasm and grip Grossa’s hard spear. Each thrust of my new Master’s rigid cock bringing all four of us closer to orgasm. “Repeat after me everyone…” Master Grossa said in a shaky controlled voice. “Heart to thee,” Grossa thrust hard into us. “Heart to thee.” The three of us beneath Grossa repeated. “Soul to thee…” Grossa grunted as he thrust into us once again. “Soul to thee…” We chanted in moaning unison. “B..Body too theeee”Grossa groaned out as he picked up the pace of his fucking us. “Uuugh…aaagh…shhiii…Bodee to thee…” We blabbered out as Leaf started to fuck both Bryan and I at the same time bonding with his new father and new young brother, bringing them to a much-needed orgasm. “Forever and always…” Grossa whispered, as he continued his hard fucking of the three of us as he tried to hold of his cum. “uumm…maaaa…nnngh… forever aand always…” All three of us said weekly as we felt Grossa start to really pound into me. Leaf increased his thrusting back and forth between Bryan and me. My son was now moaning uncontrollably, his eyes closed tightly as Leaf sucked hard on Bryan’s neck. We were on the edge of losing control. “So mote it be!” Grossa suddenly roared as he started to fuck hard into me. AAAAAGH…SOO…UUUNGAAA…MMOTE…AAAGH…IT BEEEEEEAAAAAAGGHH!” “Fuck your new brother Leaf!” “Oh god! So hot!” “FUCK YOUR NEW SON FRANK!” “UUUUGGH GAAAAWD!” “Can’t hold it…” “AAAAGH! GONNA…” “UUUUGH! FFUUUCK!” I felt Master Grossa give one final loud grunt as his cock finally unloaded deep inside me, filling my hole with shot after shot of his hot cum. I felt Bryan moan and grip Leaf harder as my youngest boy was ravaged by a massive orgasm. I felt Leaf`s body react as his teen boy pussy gripped me hard, milking my cock, as he started to unload his seed into my son. Leaf’s milking boy pussy sent me over the edge as I let out a loud grunt and started to unload my love frosting into my new son. The four of us ground our bodies together, bonding, as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over us. All four of us slowly humped ourselves down from our combined orgasms. Our deflating cocks enjoying the warm wet tightness of our freshly seeded holes. Low moans and heavy breathing filled the room as we eased down from our sexual highs. “We thank you Eros, for your presence here this day, and ask, as you take your leave, that you leave in each of us, the ability to be a bringer of desire, and kindler of love and the ability to each be a Sensual Lover, and desirous one.” Grossa chanted in a calm low tone as he regained his breath. I then felt Grossa slowly pull his deflating 10-inch cock out of my well-fucked ass. The sudden vacancy of his meat caused me to let out a gasp. Bryan, Leaf, and I slowly rolled onto our sides as me and my sons stayed connected. Our cocks still hard and buried in each other even after Leaf and I had both popped. I now felt connected to my boys. My youngest boy Bryan and my new son and new lover, Leaf. I also felt I had broken down a wall inside me and a completely new side of me was revealed. I felt like a changed man. The three of us slowly drifted off to sleep, complete, and as a family. “Fraaank’ I heard faintly as I felt a hand caress the side of my face. I slowly opened my eyes and saw Grossa, now dressed, leaning over me with the warmest smile on his face. Our trusty Bell Hop, Paolo was standing behind him in dressed in his uniform. I hadn’t notice Paolo had left before Grossa and Bryan showed up. “My dear Frank, you did well.” Grossa said in a whisper, so not to wake the boys. “You’re a good man Frank. Thank you for giving Leaf a good home.” Grossa said with glowing sincerity before leaning in and kissing me, at first gently then we both started kissing like long lost lovers. God this man was sexy. Grossa pulled back from our kiss, a hint of wanting splashed across his face for a split second then vanished behind his warm smile. “Make me proud Frank.” Grossa whispered again. He then stood up and walked towards the hallway with Paolo following him, Grossa paused at the door and turned to look at me. “Bright blessings to you and your new sons.” Grossa smiled one last time before vanishing out of view with Paolo quickly following behind him down the hall. I was now alone with my two sons in my arms. That warm thought relaxed me as I drifted off to sleep. The warm morning sun woke me up. I felt so rested after the wonderful night I had before, as I stirred out of my slumber I glanced around and noticed the bed was empty. Then I heard a muffled noise coming from the hallway. “mmmmph…” It was the unmistakable noise of a boy moaning. I couldn’t tell if it was Bryan or Leaf. My cock grew hard as I got up to follow the noise. I stood in the hallway and listened. The sound of the shower running became clearer. “uuuuugh!…sooo good…” Leaf’s voice echoed faintly from the bathroom. My curiosity got the best of me as I slowly opened the bathroom door and peeked in. The humid air from the shower hit me first, then the unmistakable sounds of slurping and sucking, along with the moans from Leaf and Bryan filled my ears. “Uuuugh fuck yeah Bryan…eat my ass..” “mmmmph…mmmmph…” Then I saw them, under the spray of the shower, both Bryan and Leaf framed perfectly by the open shower door. Leaf was leaning against the tiled shower wall, his ass arched up with Bryan’s face buried deep in-between those perfect teen cheeks. Leaf’s eyes were closed tight, his mouth open, as he moaned uncontrollably, while his new younger brother ate my load out of his ass. I slowly entered the bathroom trying not to make any noise. My cock was now rock hard as I quietly sat down on the toilet seat and gently stroked my aching hardness while taking in the sights and sounds of my boys in the shower. “Fuck Bryan, that feeels sooo good.” Leaf moaned out as he kept pushing his ass back on my youngest boy’s face. Suddenly Leaf straightened up and turned around, his hard teen cock making little bobbing movements in time with his heart beat. Leaf pulled Bryan up, kissing fiercely, and then the teen positioned the nine year old so his back was against the shower wall. Bryan whimpered as Leaf lifted the boy’s ass up and impaled the boy onto his hard five inches. “AAAAAAAGGGHHH!” The nine year old moaned as Leaf slide fully into him with one thrust. The blonde teen froze in place, holding his hard five inches deep inside my youngest son. Leaf then glanced at me and smiled as I continued slowly to stroke my leaking cock watching them. “It’s getting cold.” As Leaf reached back and slowly slid the glass shower door closed. I could still see them through the steamy glass as I watched Leaf lean into Bryan, kissing him hard then just started fucking Bryan relentlessly under the spray of the hot shower. Bryan held onto the shower nozzle above while wrapping his coltish legs around Leaf’s waist as the teen pounded my young slutty son’s ass. “AAAGH!…FFUCK!…UUUGH!…GAAWD!…YEESS!…UUNGH!…” Bryan’s loud moans echoed through the bathroom as Leaf ravaged his younger brother’s hole. The steam from the shower was starting to fog up the shower doors making it harder to see what my boys were doing. Soon, all I could see were two humping shapes accompanied by the low moans of Leaf, intermixed with Bryan’s high-pitched wails. “UUNGH!…UUNGH!…GAAWD!…UUNGH!…UUUGH!…The intensity of the moaning coming from the shower increased as the fucking intensified. Suddenly Bryan’s hand slapped hard against the glass, followed by one of his feet as he braced himself to fuck back on Leaf’s thrusts. I stroked harder as I watched the two shapes start to move faster and faster. The room quickly filled with the rapid sounds of Leaf’s hips slapping against Bryan’s ass and thighs. SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!… “AAAGH!…AAAAGH!…AAAAGH!…AAAAAGH!…AAAAAGH!…”The boyish moans intensifying as the shapes started to fuck more forcefully. Bryan went quiet as the sensations his ass was receiving overwhelmed his young senses. SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!…SLAP!… “Yeeeah, feel your new b*o’s cock fucking you…” Leaf grunted breathlessly. “AAAAGH GAAAWD FFUUCK MEE LEAF! ” Bryan’s hands and feet pressed harder against the glass shower doors as Leaf and Bryan’s shapes made a few last hunches then slammed forward. “AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUNNGH!” The orgasmic moans from both boys mingled together as they climaxed as one. Watching and hearing my boys cum together pushed me over the edge as I unloaded a huge load of my daddy love frosting all over my stomach. Orgasmic waves washed over me as I slumped back on the toilet seat, slowly stroking my now sensitive, cum covered cock. I watched the shapes of the boys behind the steamed up glass doors slump and relax as they recovered from their massive climax. Bryan’s hands and foot disappeared as he wrapped his arms and legs around Leaf as the two tenderly kissed under the shower. I quickly stood up, walked over to the shower stall, and got in behind my two sexy boys as they made out under the spray of the water. They didn’t even notice me as I grabbed a washcloth and a bottle of body soap and started lathering up my two horny boys. I took in their beauty as I caressed their smooth bodies with soap. The boys finally broke off their kissing and enjoyed my cleaning of their bodies. As I washed Bryan and Leaf’s bodies, my cock grew hard again. It hadn’t recovered like that in years and now it wanted more as I started to wash Leaf’s strong back and down to his tight teen ass. “You want me to fuck you son?” I whispered into Leaf’s ear as moved up and stood behind him. My cock now firmly pressed between his smooth soapy ass cheeks. My hands reached around and started to soap up his stomach and chest. “You want me to fuck you like the lil slut you are?” I continued. Then I felt Leaf arch his ass up, causing my cock to align perfectly with his boy hole. I helped Leaf position himself by holding him under his balls, almost lifting the teen up onto my cock. “Is that a yes? Daddy wants to know…” I teased his hole with the tip of my hardness. “Uuuuugh! Yes Daddy! Fuck me good daddy!” Leaf finally mumbled out. “Anything for my boy.” I said as I pushed forward long and deep. Burying my seven-inch cock deep with one long thrust, giving Leaf no time to react. “AAAAAAAAAGGGGHHH FUUUCK YYEEEAAH DADDDIEEE!!” “Yeah… you like daddy long dicking you?…” I grunted into Leaf’s ear as I pounded his 15-year-old ass. “…don’t you?” I said more firmly and emphasized my point by thrusting hard into my Leaf and holding it balls deep in him. “Aaaawwww gawd YES! Please fuck me, please fuck me…” Leaf moaned out as I felt him push back against my cock, his ass muscles clamping down on my dick, milking it like the good boy he was. “Please fuck me what…?” I said with another hard thrust up into him. “Uuuugh…pleeeeasse fuck meee Daddy!…uuuunnngh!” Leaf groaned out as he really started to push back on my cock. I leaned into him and whispered into his ear. “I love you son.” I whispered huskily as I started fucking him hard. Leaf started moaning and groaning with each thrust. Bryan was on his knees fisting his little boy nail watching us the whole time during all this. He looked so in awe of his dad and new big brother going at it. He leaned forward and took Leaf’s hard cock into his mouth as I fucked Leaf from behind. I slowed my fucking as a new idea flashed across my mind. “Bryan, stand up and turn off the water.” I gasped. Bryan quickly did as he was told. He stood up, facing away from us and turned off the lukewarm water. “Hug you’re brother.” I whispered into Leaf’s ear. The older teen then pulled Bry’s hot 9-year-old body into his, his hard teen cock now rubbing in between Bryan’s ass cheeks. “Mount your brother…slide your cock into your younger brother…make him yours again.” I whispered into Leaf’s ear. I could feel Leaf lining up his cock with Bryan’s sphincter. I helped hold my wet slippery boys as they slowly merged. I then heard a low boyish guttural moan come from Bryan signaling Leaf’s cock was now in him. That and feeling Leaf’s hole grip me a bit harder as he flexed his cock into Bryan as he penetrated the boy. I reached around both boys and pulled them tightly against me. “My boys.” I thought to myself as I started fucking into Leaf and Bryan. “These are my boys.” I smiled as I hugged them tighter and really started to get into fucking them. Uuungh!…Mmmmmmgh!…oooh fucck…uuuuungh …uuuuuungh…” The sounds of three of us fucking echoed in the shower as we bumped and ground ourselves against each other, edging closer to our i****tuous group orgasm. I had my knees slightly bent as I fucked up into Leaf, causing him to thrust forward into Bryan. Leaf tilted his head back and I quickly shoved my tongue in his mouth as I held Bryan tightly against Leaf with one hand while stroking his nine-year-old boy nail. The whimpers and moans coming from my sexually joined boys were pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “A A A A A AAAAAAAAGGGHHH!” Leaf cried out as I felt his ass clamp down tight on my cock. Then I felt his ass muscles contracting as he shot another load of cum into Bryan’s ass, the second time in less than 30 minutes. “Oh fuck! Oh, FUCK! OH FUCK! AAAAAAAGGGHH!” I held onto my boys as my mind flashed white, and sensations were shooting all over my body. I felt Bryan’s cock spasm in my hand then heard him cry out in a high-pitched groan. We all sunk slowly to the shower floor as we laid there slumped in a heap as the boys and I tried to catch our breaths. “Thanks for the morning fuck dad.” Leaf groaned with a wide smile back at me as my deflating cock slipped out of his loose teen ass. “Anytime son.” I replied as I leaned in to kiss him gently on the lips. “How about you Bry? Did you enjoy it too?” I said to Bryan who was laid out next to Leaf, still mounted on the older teen boy’s still amazingly hard cock. “Yeeeah..” Bryan sighed contentedly with a dreamy smile on his face.. “You boys hungry? I asked. “Yeeaahh” they both giggled out at the same time. “Let’s head downstairs and worry about cleaning up later.” The boys took the hint and slowly stood up on wobbly, coltish legs, and then the three of us made our way downstairs naked, with cum still leaking down the insides of both boys’ legs. It was a sight to see. The boys headed into the kitchen and started grabbing bowls and spoons for cereal. I headed into the dining room and noticed a manila envelope with a name on it. The name said “Leaf Kayden Torgils”. “We got a bowl for you dad.” Bryan announced as Leaf and Bryan headed to the living room with bowls, spoons, and a carton of milk along with two different boxes of cereal. I paused as I watched their hot little bodies walk by me. “OK, I’ll be right there.” I cleared my throat as I broke my staring off my hot boys and concentrated on the yellow envelope in my hand. I opened it up and pulled out a stack of very legal looking papers. It was Leaf’s adoption papers. In addition, a plane ticket for Leaf to fly back to Los Angeles with us. “How did they get this all together so fast?” I thought to myself as I thumbed through the pages. The sound of an incoming video call request from my laptop jarred me out of my stunned daze. “We got it dad.” Bryan yelled as he switched the input on the TV over to the laptop. My Skype page popped up on the flat screen, it was Ben calling. I looked at the clock and it was eight in the morning here in Miami. That means it was five in the morning there in Los Angeles. What`s he doing calling so early? I put the papers and the plane ticket back in the envelope and a sense of pride washed over me. Leaf was my son now. “OH MY GOD!” “WOOO GOOO BRAD!” Slurp! Shlorp! Slurp! I glanced up and my jaw almost fell out. On the screen was Ben and Jonny getting skewed side by side by four muscular, sweaty black men. In the background I could make out some of Ben’s soccer teammates also being fucked hard by more large daddies. “Who is that?” Leaf gasped as he pointed at the spectacle on the screen. “That’s your brother Ben on the left, and that`s Jonny on the right.” Bryan said proudly, I also notice his little boy nail was hard again. “Oh wow, they’re both hot.” Leaf said in a more low husky tone as he started lightly to stroke his now steely hard teen member. Both boys leaned back in the couch and started stroking each other’s cocks without taking their eyes away from the screen. I looked down, my cock was hard as a rock again, and my boys were beating off watching their other brother get skewered along with half his soccer team. “Oh shit.” I thought, as my cock grew hard.

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A Great Trip To The DMV!Had a pretty interesting day, thought I’d take a few minutes to put it down here and share with you :)I woke up around 7am to the horrible sound of the alarm, I took the day off so I could go to the DMV. I wanted to get there as early as possible and just get it over with, but at that moment I convinced myself I had all day to do it and hit the snooze button a few times. During these short sleeps I had the most fantastic sexual dreams, nothing elaborate but intense all the same, a solid fucking. I finally woke up fully, turning off the alarm and ready to get up, but feeling really amorous.I pulled my panties aside and slid two fingers straight for my warm, wet hole, thinking back to the dream a bit. As I imagined the faceless stranger pushing his hard cock against my ass, I begin sliding my wet fingers up and down my slit working my way to an amazing morning orgasm. Rolling over onto my back to spread my leg wide open, I found a more accessible position to rub my pussy. Firmly, but lightly, I slapped my snatch, imagining it was the stranger’s nice thick cock instead. Ready to bring myself to climax, spreading my legs just a bit further apart, my fingers circled my swollen clit, I was moaning quite loudly now, my other hand tweaked my nipples as I came hard. I pulled my fingers up from my sopping wet pussy and licked them clean before finally getting up and hopping into the shower.Freshly showered, hair straightened; pinned halfway back, makeup on, I check myself out in the mirror in all my glory. I’ve come to appreciate my body and my curves, I love my big body. I put on my new quarter-cup bra that my hubby really loves, it just barely covers my nipples, and matching lace panties. My knee length black skirt, a green low cut blouse and what I refer to as my “cum fuck me” boots completed my ensemble. I don’t know why I picked this outfit this particular day, I was just feeling the need to look exceptionally hot. Maybe it was the dream and morning orgasm or maybe I was craving a little attention.Anyway, now 2 hours later than I had planned to leave this morning, I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. 30 minutes later I’m at the DMV.Immediately when I walked into the DMV I noticed that there were a ton of people there, just like I figured there would be, and that I turned a couple of heads. şişli escort Walking more confidently, I took a number, grabbed a form and a pen, and found a seat. #92, and it looks like they’re just in the #50’s, so it would be a couple hours for sure. I chided myself for snoozing and taking too long to get ready. Crossing my legs, I filled out my form quickly.I just sat an people watched for awhile, until this really gorgeous guy walked in, older than me, no ring. I watched as he grabbed a form and looked around the room, all the chairs were taken so he found a place along the wall and sat on the floor almost directly across from me. After a bit I was still just watching everyone around me, people were coming and going and I noticed the cute guy on the floor was now on his phone. What is he doing? Is he taking pictures of women? I giggled a little to myself and found myself wondering if anyone had ever done that to me before?Women were walking by him and he continued taking pictures of their ass and legs and such. I became very intrigued, especially since the women he was picking to photograph were bigger women. My mind was racing when an idea comes to mind. I stood up, feeling confident and sexy, and walked in his direction, swaying a little more than normal in hopes to catch his attention, and then turned towards the nearby water fountain. Bending over, I got a nice, long drink of water, then glanced back, hoping not to be too obvious. I was thrilled to see that it worked, his phone was aimed toward me.My heart was pounding a bit harder and my panties were getting a little moist. As I stalled there, bent over and pushing my ass out for him to see, I decided to go a bit further. I stood upright and smoothed out the back of my skirt over my ass, then as I walked back toward my seat, I dropped my pen on purpose, I know he had an ideal seat for this show. I bent my knees, stooped down, and grab the pen. Straightening my legs before I stood up completely, I’m sure he is got an eyeful and I’m hoped his camera got a great shot as well. I paused there just a second, not noticeable to everyone but to be sure that he got his shot, and then strolled over to my seat.I sat back down and crossed my legs, I started caressing my outer thigh while secretly watching him still. He really slowed down on the picture taking since şişli escort bayan I pulled my little show for him and I’m thinking that he’s looking at the pictures he’s taken so far. Then I see him glance back over to me and he starts watching as I stroked my thigh. He was so into what my hands are doing he wasn’t even paying attention that I was full on checking him out by that point. I want to tease him so my hands run up my thigh, across my tummy and I adjusted my tits, pushing them out more above my cleavage line for a moment. At this point, he finally noticed I that I’m watching him watching me, it was cute the way he blushed.I smile very suggestively at him as I continued to tease him from across the room. I wasn’t sure if anyone else was watching, and though I was really trying to not make my movements noticeable, I didn’t really care. Working my hands back down my body, I uncrossed my legs and slid my hands down to my knees and up my inner thigh. I made subtle movements so no one else would notice, the show of my fingers rubbing my panties just for the one lucky man.I glanced up and saw my number on the screen. I jumped up, walked once again by the guy, flashing a sexy but apologetic smile and went to take care of my business.When I was finished, I was surprised to find the man was gone from the waiting area and, slightly disappointed, I continued to the exit. When I was almost to my car, I heard someone calling out behind me, it was him. I stopped to let him catch up, butterflies rushed around from my stomach to my crotch. My panties, already moist from my earlier thrills at getting my pictures taken, were sudenly soaked with anticipation of what might happen.He walked directly up to me, grabs me and kisses me firmly, his tongue assaulting mine! It took me a couple of seconds to react because it kind of stunned me. At the time, I didn’t care who was watching because this was better than I could’ve imagined. He was holding me tight, with one hand on my waist and the other at the nape of my neck slightly pulling on my hair, such a turn-on. I admit I wasn’t thinking completely straight and got caught up in the moment. I didn’t even know this man’s name or anything about him, other than I liked the way he looked and loved what he was doing to me. I grabbed his hand and led him right to my car across mecidiyeköy escort the lot. He sat in the passenger seat and I pulled the lever to lay his seat back a bit, then hiked my skirt up and climb in as well. Straddling him I continued to kiss him hungrily and he got a bit more handsy in the car, grabbing my ass and slid his hand up my blouse and towards my tits. I could tell that he was kind of surprised by all this but jumped right in. He pulled up my blouse and took a moment to admire them before yanking my bra down and latching onto my tit, flicking my nipple as he lightly bites it. I could feel my pussy contract as I had a small orgasm!He still hadn’t released his cock and I still had my panties on but I was sure his jeans were wet from me grinding against his obviously hard cock, so I growl “I want your fucking cock in me right now.” He quickly reached down, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, and pulled out his cock. I took him in my hands and stroked him a few times, he was very thick and so fucking hard! I pulled my panties aside and used the head of it to tease my slit for a moment before I finally lowered myself and guided him into my wet cunt, moaning loudly.I slowly started to fuck him, making every inch count and and very quickly I had my second orgasm, my cunt contracting on his throbbing cock as I continued bouncing, my juices gushing and dripping to the base of his shaft and down his balls. My pussy clenching around his cock and me cumming and moaning must’ve set him off, I felt him shoot his load deep in my pussy and he grabbed my hips, gripping my fat, and thrusted deep into me. I remember thinking how incredible it felt as his cock was pulsating with each shot!I laid there on top of him for a few minutes, he was kissing my neck and shoulders, before I reluctantly climbed off of him, got out of the car and straightened myself up. He was about to put his cock away, but I wanted a taste, so I leaned over and took his softening cock into my mouth, cleaning our mess up. We tasted so good together. I let him get composed so he could leave but before he walked away, I gave him my number and told him to text me the pictures from earlier and that next time I’d let him sneak even better pics.I drove home quickly and was very happy to find my husband was home. I told him the story and he proceeded to eat me out as I finished and once I was done he fucked the shit out of my sloppy pussy, finally adding his blast of cum to the strangers before we collapsed and napped the rest of the day. Such a great day I just had to share this with you 🙂

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Fashion’SlaveFashion’s SlaveIt was the night of the presentation of our tenth couture show in Paris. Our company NIARTSER FASHION was not a big one, but we had grown steadily little by little and the number of the special kind of people that appreciated our art had grown and now people were coming from all over the world to see our presentations, which — like at the big couturiers and the “pret-a-porter”-houses — were held twice yearly. Actually we were more in accord with the timing of the “pret-a-porter”-houses, because our clientele liked to have their orders made to measure. Showing the fall/winter fashions in the spring and the spring/summer collection in the fall gave us the time necessary to fill all orders before the season started without having to employ a large work-force. We were a very well organized little group and — I believe — a unique one.For the celebration of the tenth collection or our fifth anniversary we had prepared a big party and sent out invitations to all of our customers. In contrast to all the other Paris fashion presentations there was no press allowed — our customers preferred to remain among themselves. The whole affair had more or less the atmosphere of a private party. Even the models themselves were customers.As the co-owner of the company you would expect me to act as the master of ceremonies or in a similar position — however, here I was immovably posted as a mannequin upon a pedestal among a row of very natural looking dummies all displaying in a retrospective the most popular models of our previous collections. I was wearing a very elegant evening ensemble, a gown with a high-waisted, skin tight skirt of black taffeta and a top in the form of a sphere starting at the lower ribs, leaving the shoulders bare, made of a sparkling, silvery, metallic looking material. My hair was swept up into a delicate arrangement of ribbons and curls, long dangling rhinestone pendants almost touching my shoulders were inserted into my ears and sparkled in competition with a flashing rhinestone choker just over 3 inches wide that tightly circled my throat and made me hold my head very high. Just below the knees the skirt seemed to merge into a bouffant wealth of the same silvery material that encased my upper torso.I projected the picture of an exquisitely coiffed and extravagantly dressed lady about to enter an elegant ballroom, pausing for a moment in front of a mirror to check her appearance before making her great entrance at the arm of her escort.However, the outward appearance belied the truth: the skin tight taffeta skirt continued underneath to below my ankles and prevented any movement of my legs. There actually were two zippers which — when opened — would have allowed me to take small, mincing steps, but now they were closed and my legs were securely tied by the skirt.Oh and, of course, my arms: they were tightly folded on my back, hands facing outward close to my neck and the elbows laced into special pockets at the upper end of my corset which tightly encased me from breasts to thighs. The choker, the corset, the tight skirt, and the extremely high heels on my shoes really made all movements impossible. My makeup reflected and continued the static theme: it had a waxy texture and looked absolutely artificial in its glamorous perfection. The whole picture was that of an elaborate life-sized doll, like a display at a wax museum.This ensemble precisely portrayed our specialty: High fashion that restrained the wearer to the utmost without being directly noticeable. Actually the company name spelled this out quite clearly if you read it backwards. We had a lot of male (and lesbian female) clients who bought our dresses and other items for their girlfriends and wives who liked this kind of bondage, but we also had an almost equal number of women (and men) who liked to cross-dress and enslave their male partners in our finery just as I had been ensnared and subsequently enslaved by Sylvia, my wife and partner in the business.Just before the first guests arrived, Sylvia had observed, that I tended to follow the actions in the room with my eyes and what little movements of my head were allowed by the Rhinestone choker. Of course, I could not comment on them, as my mouth was kept shut by the intricate little mechanism which Sylvia had had our dentist install on my back teeth and which locked my teeth tightly together over a plastic gag that exactly filled the cavity of my mouth and held my tongue down. But the movement of my eyes and my head in her opinion disturbed the picture of the motionless doll that I was to portray because it made my pendants swing a little and send sparkles through the room. To end this, she inserted a pair of lenses into my eyes with blackened pupils which effectively blinded me without being noticeable by any onlooker. And not being one for half measures, she inserted little wax- balls into my ears which almost completely cut off my hearing.As you can see, she had the power to give me freedom as and when she deemed fit. She could open the restricting zippers in my skirt and lead me around with my vision and hearing still severely checked, or ungag me and let me have a drink and again restrain my legs with the skirt wherever she wanted to leave me. She could unplug my ears and let me hear the conversation around — and probably about — me while not being able to see who was talking and not being able to take part because of the invisible gag. There was no way however that I could sit down because of the long corset and my arms could not be released until the corset was taken off. I was completely dependent on Sylvia or whomever she might appoint as my mistress or master for the night.You think the situation I was in would make me feel terrible or humiliated? To tell you the truth: I cherished it, my mind danced in bliss. Waves of delight raced through my mind and body and I was incredibly excited. From time to time somebody (was it Sylvia?) stroked my legs and my behind and each time I came close to an orgasm.Well, what had brought me here and to this? What had caused me, a grown man of 25 years, rich by most standards, contrary to everything one should expect of me under normal circumstances, to be immovably stationed on a pedestal, dressed in exquisite feminine finery and looking like the epitome of femininity, and be a willing subject to the whims and caprices of a beautiful, but strong willed woman? Let me explain and tell you how everything happened from the very beginning.I, Rene de Brinville, was the only c***d of a couple, who had been extremely successful in the French fashion industry after the second world war. My parents were not actually creating fashion, but had an excellent ability to determine what would sell. They acted more or less behind the scenes, picking out young designers, backing them, building them up, and not only selling their creations but building a marketing empire around their names. When I was born, they had very successfully exploited every turn in fashion the fifties and early sixties and continued to do so. I grew up in my early years among fashion sketches, designers and fabrics.I was not overly touched by all of this, I had the normal interests of a boy: I’d rather go out and play soccer with the other k**s and generally make a mess of myself in the park, than sit at home. I abhorred little girls and I remember throwing a tantrum when my mother tried to persuade me to play an angel in a Christmas play. I definitely rejected the idea of being dressed up as an angel, which in my view was on par with wearing girls clothes — a terrible idea.As both my parents were working, I was sent to a boarding school when my time came. There is nothing exceptional to report from this period, except maybe that if any mischief or prank was discovered, the headmaster would at first enquire where I had been at the time of the incident and more often than not his hunch was right that I was the culprit or, at least, an accomplice.My happy small world collapsed when my parents were both killed when their plane crashed on a flight from Milan to Paris. I was 13 years old and on the verge of puberty when it happened. Economically I had no problems. My parents had practically retired and sold their company to a multinational chemical company interested in it because of its potential to propagate new chemical fibers and fabrics, and just worked as advisors. All their money was invested in blue chip stocks which made me totally independent. By the Swiss definition that a rich man is one who can live comfortably on the interests earned on his interests, I would have been a rich man. But I was not a man yet. I was a school boy and the problems that I created at the school immediately grew immensely after the death of my parents. The headmaster found it necessary to inform my uncle, the brother of my father, who had been appointed as my guardian, that I had become so unbearable that he suggested I leave the school at the end of the year.When the school year ended, I went to live at my uncle’s house at least for the summer holidays. My uncle told me that he would decide later, whether I could stay there or be sent to another school. My uncle was not exactly poor either. He had a booming wholesale company in Paris. His wife and her daughter (from a previous marriage) lived in a small chateau (the English would have called it a manor) about 200 miles southwest of Paris and he only came to visit them once in a while. Now he was there to spend the summer vacations.I soon found out that my aunt was the domineering figure in this marriage and my uncle’s prolonged sojourns in Paris were his way of escaping her. Her daughter Sylvia was a very pretty girl, about nine months older than I was. Immediately, my aunt set out to correct what she described as my unbearable and impossible behavior. Before she had married my uncle, she had been a teacher. From this experience she had a wealth of methods of punishing me for all my wrongdoings without so much as touching me. She would for instance restrict me to my room and give me a task to complete — like learning a poem with 24 stanzas in German — before I would get anything to eat and the like. During the summer holidays she convinced my uncle that it would be best if Sylvia and I would not be sent to a school, but that instead she and another tutor would teach us together. My uncle was only too glad to be relieved of my schooling problem, and a teacher whom my aunt knew was employed.The teacher turned out to be an attractive woman but at least as stern with me as my aunt had been before. Here I was with two domineering ladies as my teachers and no male to turn to. My future really looked gloomy. The only solace that I found was with Sylvia. She comforted me when I was down and out from the attentions that I got from our teachers.Looking back from where I am today, I am sure however that all this was going according to a master plan devised by my aunt: I was to take Sylvia as my confidant and protector and thereby become dependent on her. It all was a variation of the age-old good-cop-bad-cop-scheme. Anyway, it worked and I soon accepted Sylvia as a higher authority who had it in her hand to help or to hurt me.*Hi, this is Sylvia. I simply have to break in here and tell my side of the story. Of course, there was a plan and it even then went much further than Rene suspects even now. When my father became his guardian, my mother at once saw the possibilities that opened up to subject him to our strong wills. We just had to steer him into a position which made him completely dependent on us — in spite of all his money. We were not exactly poor, but my mother did not want to be dependent on the whims and the fate of my father, who recently seemed to have developed a separate life of his own in Paris. When my mother first saw her nephew, she saw at once what nature offered us: he was a boy OK and his behavior was the perfect definition for roughhousing, but his features were very pretty and delicate, almost feminine. Maybe subconsciously he tried to neutralize this outward appearance with his actions. My mother immediately hit upon the idea of completely feminizing him and slowly turn him into a girl and thereby make him totally dependent on us or — later — on me. She had distinct lesbian tendencies and rightly foresaw a similar inclination in me. Of course, she only took me into her confidence after some time when she explained her intentions. I was very enthusiastic about her ideas and did everything I could to further her plans as you will see.*Soon after my uncle returned to his work in Paris, my aunt found it advisable to have my health checked and I remember the visit of a lady doctor who examined me thoroughly and diagnosed that I was a little anaemic, and who prescribed some medication that I had to take in the morning with my breakfast. I took it assiduously, though when she returned after two weeks, she found it necessary to give me an injection and from then on I got one every week for the next two years. I did not notice any changes in my health, but she insisted, that if she did not give me the shots and I did not take my pills, my health would soon deteriorate.Nothing out of the ordinary happened until, first, Sylvia, and, nine months later, I, became 16. The thorough schooling that we both had had enabled us to pass our high school graduation examinations before a state school board with flying colors. Living together with women only, I had not paid attention and had had no real chance to observe the development other boys went through during the same period in their lives. I did not notice, therefore, anything out of the ordinary with my own development. However the fact was, that I did not grow much more from the time I joined my aunt’s household. At 16, I had reached 5’8″ and was very slim. I tipped the scale at 115 pounds. I did not know it then, but I had very small hands and feet for a boy. When I said I did not notice anything extraordinary, I really lied to myself. At first, I had only noticed a slightly fleshier chest and tried to disregard it. However over the months my chest grew out more and more and there couldn’t be any doubt, I was developing like Sylvia and grew girls’ breasts. At first, I tried to hide them from everybody, I avoided being seen without a shirt on, I wore bulkier sweaters and wider coats and I shunned tight T-shirts. However during a visit of the lady doctor I summoned all my courage and told her about my problem. She was not at all surprised and explained to me, that this often happened to boys of my specific type of constitution, that it was a hereditary strain in me, but in due course it would disappear by itself. She also pointed out, that my voice had not really broken as was common in boys of my age, it had changed just slightly into deeper tones, more of an alto than a baritone. This too was caused by the same precondition and would rectify itself gradually over the next years. I was very relieved by this assurance.I was less cautious now and even let Sylvia catch me with my chest bare. To my great surprise, she was delighted to see that I had a bosom like hers. She immediately offered to lend me one of her bras, but I flatly rejected this. I explained to her what the lady doctor had told me about it and asked her not to tell anybody else. She promised it solemnly. This — what I thought to be — our little secret drew us still more together. Sometimes she teased me a little and said that I would make a cute girl.*At that time Rene was brimming with the female hormones that the doctor had given him and had the smooth skin and the facial features of a very pretty girl. I did not have to break my promise not to tell anybody about it, because everybody of importance knew about it and even better, knew the real reason for it. Of course, we did not mention anything about it to him and I just once in a while teased him very cautiously a little about his female features to test his reactions. We just led him deeper into the trap by pretending that nothing unusual was happening. My mother even had encouraged him to let his hair grow out — this was the time of the flower power and the hippie movements and long hair was a way of protest among the boys — and he was only too willing to join this kind of protest against the suppressions of society. At the time of our graduation his blonde mane almost reached to the middle of his back when he tied it with a string at the nape of his neck. It had evidently escaped him, that his body was hairless save for a fluff under his arms and a perfect triangle of soft blonde curls somewhat lower. I had more hairs on my arms and legs than he had. All in all he already had a perfect girlish body and I was intrigued by it — actually, I found him quite sexy that way.Sex had not come very early in our lives, but when it came to me, it came with an incredible impact as if a tightly wound spring was suddenly released. In my case, it was shortly after my 16th birthday and the spring was released by our tutor. I had long suspected that there was something special going on between her and my mother. One night — my mother had gone to see my father in Paris — she introduced me to the Sapphic delights. She was very gentle, not a single spot on my body remained unkissed that night. She took me through all the stages of lovemaking up to a whole row of earthshaking, shattering climaxes.Of course, I, with my slightly dominant nature, wanted to try everything on a subject of my own. I wanted to be the teacher, not the pupil. So, Rene was my natural choice. With his feminine body he tempted my senses and I lured him into my net in a fashion worthy of a French courtesan at the court of Louis XVI. I started with unexpected little touches and caresses. I discovered, that his nipples were extremely sensitive and hardened at the slightest touch. I made him help me undress and flaunted my nakedness before him — always keeping him at a distance. It was hard for me not to jump into bed with him right away, but I knew I would lose a lot if I would let on my own desires. Sex for him had always to be a favor he would have to beg for. I instinctively knew it would only work for me if I made it look like I would magnanimously grant him something to soothe his desires and then only in exchange for something that I wanted from him.This play acting, hiding my own desires and playing on his, in fact intensified my pleasure immensely. I showed him every trick that I had learned from my very good teacher — and I think I even invented some new ones. After a while he was not only putty in my hands, he was sincerely devoted to me. On the other hand I had grown very attached to him, as someone who could fill all my desires for a soft feminine body and a submissive mind combined with some extremely male equipment. If you put aside all this reasoning and analyzing, you could bluntly say that we were both very much in love with each other and I intended to make absolutely sure that he would not slip away from me. I had several long conversations with my mother about the situation and together we formed a plan which we then carried out very successfully in every detail.*During the summer vacations after our graduation the family discussed what we should do next. My aunt suggested we should both go to a fashion school in the south of France near Grasse where the headmistress was a friend of hers. Sylvia had expressed a great interest and talent for designing fashion and in view of the profession of my parents and their former connections in the industry, it was suggested that I should be able to make a career in it myself, if not in designing, then in other fields like marketing. It all sounded so logical that I finally consented. The school was located in an old mountain castle and my aunt pointed out that she had already received the consent of the school if we would like to share an apartment there. I liked this idea very much because it relieved me from the problem of having to share the secret of my body with other guys. Everything came quite naturally and there was not the slightest doubt in my mind that this was the right move for me.Consequently at the end of the summer vacations everything was packed and we went off to our new school.The school was located in the French Sea-Alps off the Route Napoleon about two hours by car from Nice and Cannes. In former times it had been a fortified castle high on a mountain and it was still barely accessible. It still was very much self-supporting. We had our own electricity and well and were mostly independent save for the food supplies. There were large workshops and studios where every fashion-related item could be designed and produced from shoes to hats and everything imaginable in between.It turned out that our living quarters were a little separated from the living quarters of the other students. We had two bedrooms, a large livingroom, a common bathroom and a little pantry. As we were told by the housekeeper who showed us around, this portion of the castle formerly was the living quarter of the captain of the guards. After we settled and unpacked our bags, we were requested to see the headmistress, who turned out to be a strikingly beautiful woman in her mid-thirties, a little on the severe side in dress as well as in behavior, but this was to be expected of somebody who would have to guard and chaperon about 40 students.To my surprise I heard that I was the only male student, the rest were all girls — which was the reason for our detached living quarters. The headmistress told us that it was strictly a school for girls. Only the personal friendship of my aunt with the headmistress and a sizeable donation to the school had let the school-board make an exception for me and only on the grounds that Sylvia and I were regarded as a couple already engaged to be married. Well, they could regard me as whatever they liked, it would not stop me from developing new and maybe even some intimate extracurricular relationships to at least some of the other 38 girls — I thought.The first weeks at the school passed without any special events. We had a tight class-schedule and mainly I had to learn a lot of new things. The school was exclusively dedicated to female fashion in all of its aspects. We had classes in history about the development of the female dress from the antique Egyptian, Grecian and Roman times trough the middle ages to today’s clothes. Of course, we had classes in drawing fashion designs, classes that taught us all about the materials such as fabrics, leather, plastic and rubber and how to handle and use them and much more. The whole curriculum was scheduled for two years and from previous graduates of the school it was known that they all had been given excellent career opportunities. My life with Sylvia did not differ very much from our life at home and we both enjoyed it very much.*Now listen to the hypocrite! First of all I always arranged it so that I had a marvelous sex life — but I let him have his share too — if I felt like it. During the first days in our new school I felt it necessary to draw the reins tighter. It was the way he looked at and talked with the other girls that made me show him where his limits were. I had detected a few luscious morsels of femininity which I was not at all averse to tasting myself and if there was any playing around, I was determined to make sure that I, and not he, would do it.I never argued with him about his relations with other girls — I didn’t want any discussions about jealousy, but I found other methods to discourage him from pursuing his outside interests like giving him a task to fulfill at the time he wanted to meet somebody else. And I introduced a new ingredient into our love-play: bondage. Very slowly and very low key at first, but steadily increasing.I began one night by objecting his caresses with his hands saying they were too rough and that his nails hurt me. When he continued to stroke me, I tied his hands to the upper bedposts while he was lying on his back. I made this an uncommonly delightful experience for him because I caressed, patted, massaged and kissed every part of his body, taking extra care of the spots I knew to be extraordinarily sensitive, mainly his breasts and his nipples and, of course, his rod. I had noticed, that it had literally jumped to attention even during the tying of his hands — evidently he was as much turned on by it as I was. I played with him for the better part of an hour. When he started to moan and his moans grew into cries I felt it necessary to silence him with a gag that I made up from my panties and a scarf. Finally, my own excitement had reached the point where I couldn’t contain myself any longer. I straddled him and my first climax occurred the minute I lowered myself onto his shaft and it continued into a row of orgasms until he reached his and his rod weakened and slipped from my hot nest.I did not find it necessary to ungag and unfasten him immediately after this. I remembered the old Roman truth my teacher had taught me: “post coitum omnis a****l triste” (after coitus every b**st is wretched, meaning every male b**st), and I did not want to let him just slip away into sleep leaving me alone with my stirred up passions. I wanted to keep up the tension for him too, at least until my own excitement had cooled down a bit. So I started to play with him again very softly. Much to my surprise it took only seconds to put new life into his love-tool and it all started over again. Three times in a row it happened that night and it was long after midnight when I finally let him loose and sent him to the bathroom to clean himself up — but only after I had luxuriated in the tub for quite some time while he was still waiting tied and gagged on my bed.From this time on I found many reasons to tie him this way or other, e.g. to prevent him from smoking or eating too many sweets, or because he had caused a run in my stockings with his nails, or because he did not wash his hands before eating, or simply because I liked him to be quiet and not be disturbed by him while I was studying.While at first I used whatever came into my hands to tie him, I soon gathered some special utensils for that purpose, like at first some ropes and straps, later some light chains and a whole bunch of padlocks of all sizes. The fact that the school had excellent workshops helped a lot. I devised and made or had made for me numerous items for special purposes. For instance I had made a U-shaped leather glove to tie his arms behind his back for longer periods without causing too much pain for him. He sometimes had to wear this over night. I also had soft leather cuffs made for him for his wrists, for above and under his knees with which I could hobble him and for his upper arms just above his elbows. When I fastened these on him, I could draw his elbows together behind his back until they actually touched. At first I could leave him like this only for very short periods but I trained him to be able to take it for a little longer time every time I used them on him — which became quite frequent. Bondage became a steady element in our love play and which I could see from his reactions, Rene was increasingly turned on by it. Of course, he would deny emphatically if anybody would have asked him. I did not ask, however, I just put him into bondage more and more.One night before I released him, I snapped one of the padlocks shut around the base of his cock and his scrotum telling him that I regarded this as my property and, therefore, had every right to keep it under lock and key. I told him, I had mailed the key to myself in the afternoon and there was no way he could get out of it before the postman brought it — hopefully, because you can never be sure with the post — the next day. He protested profusely but also fruitlessly and had to wear it throughout the next day until the key arrived in the post and I relented. I repeated this on several occasions and could be very sure then that he would not date any other girls.Under the pretense of instructing him in the handling and care of feminine garments I made him perform maid duties for me. Not only did he have to do most of the hand washing of my delicate lingerie and stockings, he had to help me select the things I was going to wear and then dress and undress me from the skin out, brush my hair out, help me in the styling and setting of my hair and assisting me with my makeup. At the same time I insisted that he took good care of his own long hair by washing and brushing it thoroughly. He became quite proficient in his duties as a maid and there were days when I just relaxed and let him do everything for me and with me, starting with bathing and drying me, rub my entire body with sweet-smelling lotions, brush my hair and then set it, put on my lingerie and stockings, bring me some dresses to choose from, put on my makeup and finally dress me according to my choice.This mostly was our routine for a Saturday or Sunday when we had no classes and we wanted to go down in my car to Nice or to Cannes to do some shopping or just mingle with the people there at a nice restaurant or discotheque. It was extremely convenient for me to have him around as a combination lover, escort and maid.I also started him on the way to feminine dress. Also, very innocently at first by asking him to help me with some homework project: designing and making a set of lingerie. I told him, I could not construct the bra on myself and needed a model, but I did not want to go to any of the other girls for fear they would steal my ideas. He was very reluctant at first but finally I won him over. So I first designed and made a bra with half cups that pushed his breasts a little inward and up enhancing their sexy form, letting the nipples free.The work on the bra was interrupted seriously when, while working on the thing, adjusting it here and there, I ‘accidentally’ brushed over his nipples and not only they hardened. There was no other way to quiet him down but by a quick roll in the bed — which I wouldn’t have done if I hadn’t enjoyed it so much myself. After that I decided the only way to escape his roaming hands was to tie them on his back and while I was doing it I also tied his elbows tightly together to push his bosom further out.Then I told him the set consisted of three more items: a panty, a garterbelt and a slip and proceeded to put these on him too, so that I could see how they harmonized with each other. Without waiting for an answer and thereby cutting off all protests, I snapped the garterbelt shut over his hips and drew the panties up over his legs. On the way up however, I again encountered a rather large obstacle that in no way would fit into the small panties. However, I immediately took it into my hands to remove this obstacle and reduce it to more manageable proportions — evidently much to the delight of my model, who stopped complaining instantly.After the garterbelt and the panties were in place, I observed that the straps hung loose and the garterbelt had a tendency to ride up to the waist and I would never be able to see correctly the complementing lines of it and the panty. So I told him he would have to put on some stockings that I could fasten to the garterbelt. Surprisingly enough, this endeavor was carried out without any protests but again the panty came within inches of being ripped apart from a raising inner tension and I immediately had to attend to this problem with hands and mouth to prevent serious damage.After a while, I had everything under control again and made him parade up and down the room. He made such a cute and sexy girl now that his male equipment was out of sight that I could hardly keep myself from flinging myself into bed with her. I noticed that his nipples were still quite hard and erect. Obviously and contrary to his complaints, he still was quite excited in spite of having being drained three times in such a short period. His nature seemed to play directly into my hands. Mentally and intellectually he may have been opposed to it, finding it unbecoming to a man and opposed to everything he foresaw for his life, but there was no denying the obvious signs of sensual excitement that the wearing of the feminine garments caused him.I already had set the trap and this discovery assured me that finally there would be no really strong opposition when the trap was sprung.This evening I made him don the short slip too and had him wear the ensemble for the rest of the evening. To prevent him from tearing the stockings I even made him wear my mules which possessed feathery pompons and had two inch spiked heels, which he was able to manage perfectly. In this getup he was the perfect girl, cute figure, sexily dressed and very seductive. All it needed now was some makeup and another hairdo. However, I did not want to put too much pressure on him too quickly. I wanted to let it sink in a little, getting him used to the feeling of the lingerie, the stockings, and the heels before I set out to achieve my next goals.The next morning I persuaded him to wear the ensemble under his male clothes explaining to him that I had to know how the items wore during a normal day, if they pinched, chafed the skin or changed position or what else they might do. As he was always easily persuaded by logical reasoning, he soon gave in after I had told him, that nobody could possibly detect it under his jeans and the heavy and wide sweatshirt he usually wore. I made him wear it for several days, always making him wash and dry it over night, explaining, that I had to know how the materials chosen responded to the washing and if they would change their size or texture or lose their color or form.After a few days, I had made another set in a different color and the design a little different from the first and started the whole process over again until I had made him wear four different sets.By now this kind of underwear almost came naturally to him and he put it on in the morning without much thinking about it. Of course, I stored the sets in his drawers. One day, I removed his jockey shorts telling him I would look through them if they needed repairing. I would do it for him as he was helping me so much with my lingerie project. I put them all in a basket and succeeded in ruining them thoroughly when I spilled a quart of latex- based paint on them, accidentally — of course — and only because he had startled me by unexpectedly entering while I was standing on the ladder repairing some painting at the upper window.As he was wearing one of my lingerie sets that day, all of his own underwear was ruined and he had nothing but the lingerie sets I had made to wear until we could go to town the next time and buy some male stuff. Of course, we never got around to that and he never wore anything but the finest female underwear from this day on. On the contrary, I had prepared to put him into dresses completely very soon, again in a way that seemed purely accidental and he was in no position to resist it. To make it work, I had to enlist the help of my mother and the other girls at least to the degree that they kept quiet for whatever unusual might happen.*One day it was announced that our whole class would go to Florence in Italy to visit the museums and a famous Italian shoe designer and see his factory. We would go by bus very early in the morning to the Nice airport and fly by chartered plane to Florence and return the next day. Everybody was very excited about this excursion and the girls endlessly discussed what they should wear. They wanted to be elegant but not overdressed and as there was dinner scheduled in Florence, the problem was what to wear that was not too conspicuous during the daytime and still dressy enough for a dinner at one of Florence’s elegant restaurants. Well, I had no such problem. I planned on wearing grey slacks and a blazer over a white shirt and at night simply add a tie — things really are easy for a man, I thought and pitied the girls. Sylvia helped me and got everything ready the night before. She even brushed out the blazer and the slacks and hung them on the side of the large cupboard. Then she suggested I might want to refresh my summer tan a little bit and set me in front of the sun lamp before going to bed.In the morning, however, disaster struck me. My face was burning like fire. I had evidently gotten too much radiation from the sun lamp. I called Sylvia who confirmed this. She immediately suggested that she would put on a soothing lotion and use special creams on the most sensitive portions of my face, the eyes and the lips, which would also protect me from further sunburn while we were walking around in Florence. I was glad that she was so competent and active and gladly reclined in the chair, closed my eyes and let her go to work. The lotion stopped the burning soon enough and I felt her creaming my eyes and lips, finishing with a peculiar tasting fluid on the lips which she explained was a sealing coat that would prevent the protective cream to be rubbed off while having breakfast or lunch.As we were already very late, I jumped to get my slacks and coat only to discover another catastrophe. When hanging up the clothes Sylvia must have accidentally overturned a bottle containing liquid rubber which I had used for pasting together some drawings and left on the cupboard. Evidently the cap had fallen off during the night and the gum had dripped all over the blazer and the slacks. They certainly could not be cleaned in time for our departure — if at all. Well, I would have to wear one of my usual jeans and sweatshirt outfits and maybe get some other stuff in Florence. When I was looking for my things, Sylvia informed me, that she had sent them all out the night before when I sat under the lamp, because I would not need them today and they all truly needed washing. That really crushed me: I really had looked forward to this excursion and now I sat there with not a stitch to wear.But Sylvia came to my rescue. She would lend me one of her stretch pants and a pullover to go with them. However, I had trouble getting into them. Sylvia again knew a way out: I should first put on nylon stockings so that the legs of the stretch material could slide up on the slippery nylon. I did and it worked. However, I could not close the pants at the waist. About three inches were missing. When Sylvia saw it, she exclaimed “Oh, I forgot, I always wore these with my waist-cincher — let me get it and put it on you and you will be able to close it easily.” She went and came back with what I can only describe as a real corset. On the outside it was black lace but the inner part was a very strong pink material with heavy boning. It had a front opening and laced in the back. Sylvia clasped it around me from behind and asked me to draw in my stomach as far as I could. Then we both tried to close the front busk. It took some doing but Sylvia explained, that first the skin had to be drawn to the front by this because when closing the lacing in the back, it would automatically been drawn back again. If it was just laced in the back for the whole distance, the skin would be drawn too far back at the sides and in the back and it would be squeezed into the lacing and hurt.Well, what could I do, I surrendered to her doings and let her lace me into the damned thing until I could hardly breathe anymore. I was sure I could not put up with this for the whole day but once we were in Florence I was sure I could run into a store and buy some decent clothes. The wretched thing had another unwelcome effect: it pushed my breasts in from the sides and up and made them stand out more without covering them. Fortunately, the pullover she gave me was a large affair which camouflaged this and my corseted waist effectively. Featuring a large stand-up collar, it reached down to my thighs so very little of the gleaming stretch pants, which looked like painted on, could actually been seen. I slipped into some western boots and was ready.I helped Sylvia to get ready and we rushed out to the bus where everybody was already seated. We got in at the back door and sat down on the last bench thoroughly exhausted. When we got out and into the plane I thought I received some curious glances from the other girls, but nobody said a word about my strange get-up, they were all very nice about it.In Florence we went to see the famous dome first, because the teacher accompanying us had explained, that in former times the painters of the ecclesiastical pictures clad the saints and other figures in their paintings in the fashions of their day and that way we had a very reliable source of information about the clothes of each period.I was stopped, however, at the entrance by a guard with a deluge of Italian which I did not understand at all. All I could make out was “Signorina” and “non permesso”. Our guide came to my help and she explained, that she had been afraid this would happen, when she saw me, but had hoped I would slip by among the others. It was not allowed for girls or women to wear pants to church and, therefore, I was denied entrance. When I was about to explain that I was not a girl, Sylvia took me aside and said “There is no use arguing with him. To him you look like a girl — period. If you tell him you aren’t, how can you prove it in the middle of all the people şişli escort around here? And what will he say if you should convince him? Let’s face it, you are wearing my clothes. Come on, let’s get you something different to put on.” I could not agree more with her and immediately followed her across the square. However, she entered a very chic boutique, pointed at a mannequin in the window and said to the saleslady “We want this outfit as it is, completely, I am sure it will fit her.””Hey — wait a minute, this is a dress, I am not going to wear a dress, this is the wrong store, let’s get out of here!” I objected. “So you don’t want to wear a dress. What else do you think you can wear to make the guard let you pass. Look into the mirror over there and tell me!” And she turned me around to face a mirror. I got the shock of my life: I looked into the perfectly made up face of a young woman, makeup base, blusher on the cheekbones, light blue eyeshadow and a vivid pink lipstick. I turned around angrily: “Why did you do this to me?” “I had to — you were suffering from that sunburn and I had no other medication except my cosmetics. They are clinically tested to soothe your skin and help to heal minor irritations like you had this morning. I had to protect your skin from further sunburn and this was the only way to do it.””Well I have had enough of your kind of kinky medication, let’s just wash it off now and get me some male clothes.””If you think you can just wash it off, you have another thing coming: this makeup is waterproof and can only be removed with a special cleansing lotion. Particularly the lipstick. I already have told you that I put a special sealing coat over it. The makeup will stay on until we get home and I can take it off with the special cleanser. Today your face and body look like a girl’s and you better dress accordingly or you will be the laughing stock for all of Florence.”I was completely dumfounded when the truth of what she had said finally dawned on me. There was no escape now. I had to give in. I let her lead me to the back into a changing room and started to undress. I had hoped to at least be able to get out of the constriction of the corset but it soon turned out, that the outfit Sylvia had selected was a perfect fit with the corset. I did not have the power left in me to protest any longer. I felt like a calf being led to slaughter.The outfit Sylvia had chosen consisted of a narrow black skirt of a linen like structure following the lines of my body closely, reaching to just below my calves and extending for about four inches above the waist which was marked and accented by a narrow red leather belt. The top was a deep red organza blouse with lots of vertical pleats and a high collar reaching almost to my chin. The blouse was buttoned on the back and a big bow of the same material was knotted in front at my throat. I slipped on a bolero jacket over it just reaching to the upper edge of the skirt with sleeves reaching just over the elbows. It was of the same color as the blouse but of a heavy raw silk, collarless and exquisitely tailored.I had taken off my boots when I slipped into the narrow skirt and now wanted to put them on again. Sylvia intercepted this and brought me a pair of red patent leather flats with a black silk flower on each of them. I tried to slip them on, but the corset prevented me from bending down enough. The saleslady came to my help with a shoe horn and I managed to get them on.”You should thank me for selecting flats with all the running around we have to do today. I could have selected these here.”Sylvia showed me a pair of black suede slippers with extremely high heels. And it sounds funny, but at that moment I really was grateful that she had shown mercy for me. It did not occur to me that without her machinations I would never have been in this fix anyway.She thrust a pair of black suede gloves into my hands. “Put them on carefully.” I did and they were long enough to disappear into my sleeves.”Now in addition to this, we want to take this little bustier and these long gloves. And — I almost forgot the hat.”With that she took a large black straw hat of the kind that Florence is famous for and motioned me over to a chair. She loosened the string around my hair and with practiced skill brushed it out and brought the end up under the other hair. She then tied it high at my neck with a black silk ribbon and fashioned a little bow on the outside. She spread the loop that she had created to the sides to give it more volume. Finally she adjusted the large hat upon my head and fastened it with three long and dangerous looking hatpins.”Voila! here you are, ready for a fashion show runway. Perfect!”While she was busy with my hair the saleslady had already wrapped up the other items she had selected and run her credit card through the machine. In a second she had signed and we were out on the street.I could not resist the urge to glimpse into the mirror next to the door while she was signing the credit card slip. I could not believe what I saw: A young woman, not a girl anymore, an elegant, sophisticated young woman, dressed to the nines in perfect taste. I was shocked — it was unbelievable. And the whole operation hat not taken longer than six or seven minutes.It was only after we were out on the street again that I came to my senses. At first I was afraid that everybody would see through my disguise and read me as the man that I was. But I only saw admiring glances from the men and interested, sometimes even envious looks on the faces of the women. And when I recalled what I had seen in the mirror, I knew, that nobody could even have a suspicion of the truth.We walked back to our little group with me trying to adjust my stride to the confining skirt that did not even have a vent in it to make walking easier. It really forced me to take small steps. “Walk from the hips, don’t just throw your legs around. Move your behind in unison with your legs.” Sylvia coached me. I tried it and soon got the hang of it and was not hampered by the skirt so much as before.When we reached our class, Sylvia presented me saying: “May I introduce to you the entirely new and improved RENEE!” We were received with a round of applause and even the teacher mentioned something about a remarkable amelioration of my outward appearance. I could not believe it. Everybody knew I was a man but took it as absolutely normal that I was dressed as a woman. Crazy people these fashion people. All they obviously cared about was that I looked good, no matter what sex my dress proclaimed and whether it clashed with my real sex. All that mattered to them was my faultless outward appearance. And in this respect — I must concede — not even the harshest critic could have found any fault with me at that time.Well, we did our tour through the dome and the famous Ufficii palace and then had lunch. Everybody was very glad to be able to sit down for a while. I had a little trouble sitting down and managed only after pulling the skirt up a little but still the tight corset made me uncomfortable. I ate very little and sat very straight.Afterwards we were driven to the studio of a famous shoe designer and his factory. The maestro received us after our tour through the factory and held a colloquium on shoe design. He commented on the different styles and showed us how a design was turned into the final product.Somebody — I am not sure, but I think it was Sylvia — asked him what he thought of high heels and he explained that at all times high heels were regarded as a method of beautifying the legs of the wearer. Even men used it in the era of the “culottes” at the French court. He wanted to prove his theory with a practical example and called me to the front.”Here you see a very elegant pair of flat shoes and Mademoiselle (he was addressing me) certainly made an excellent choice for the purpose of today. She would probably not have been able to walk everywhere as she did today with high heels and if she had tried it, it would certainly have caused her great distress. She had to reach a compromise between the practical requirements of her day and sheer beauty. No doubt she did the right thing and I urge you to follow her example. But let me show you what a pair of high heels can do to her legs.”He motioned me to a chair and knelt down at my feet to take off my flats and put on a pair of shoes with extremely high heels made of black suede with red patent leather inserts. He helped me to my feet again and had to steady me. I almost would have fallen on my face. I was perched almost on tiptoe, had to straighten my knees and stand very straight. He led me up a few steps to some kind of a runway that crossed the room and urged me to walk up and down on it. I had some difficulty in doing it, but the maestro explained, that it is not easy to walk in heels of this height and it would take some practice.When he asked the group if they did not think the high heels were a considerable improvement to the beauty of my legs, he provoked another round of applause. He ended his demonstration saying to me that he apologized for any inconvenience or embarrassment he may have caused me and that I would delight him very much if I would accept the shoes I was now wearing as a form of reparation and he would be enthralled if I would continue to wear them today.In line with the role I had to play I thanked him profusely and cautiously stepped down from the runway. The maestro bade us all farewell and we got back into our bus to be driven to the restaurant for dinner. At first I had some difficulties walking in the high heels but with the coaching of Sylvia in the form of a few pinches in my backside I managed to walk quite naturally.At first we were driven to the hotel where we would spend the night. It was beautifully located on the bank of the Arno river with a great view on the famous ‘Ponte Vecchio’, the ‘Ancient Bridge’. All the girls rushed to their rooms at once to prepare for the night out.In our room Sylvia unpacked her little bag and prepared herself, letting me just stand there. I actually preferred to stand a little after sitting in the bus. When she had changed, she looked delicious in a bright yellow sleeveless cocktail dress with a flaring skirt and a large collar framing her tanned shoulders. Sylvia turned to me: “Now let’s get you ready.”With that she loosened the bow at my throat and told me to turn around. She unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. She also took off the skirt and told me to go to the bathroom. When I got back, she made me step into the skirt again and close its zipper in the back. In the meantime she dug into the bag that she had brought from the boutique and brought out a red strapless top made of the finest leather. She put it around me and hooked it shut on the back. It was cut so that my breasts were only half covered. Around my throat she snapped a wide red band made from the same leather with a large sparkling rhinestone clip in the front. She clipped long dangling rhinestone pendants to my ears and gave me the long black suede gloves to put on. When I had smoothed them up my arms Sylvia buttoned them at the wrists. They were so tight that I couldn’t have done it myself. They reached almost to my shoulders. Around my wrists she fastened wide sparkling rhinestone bracelets.With my large hat, the dangling, glittering earrings, the wide leather collar in contrast to the bare shoulders and breasts, which seemed ready to jump out of their confinement at any moment and my arms covered by the long gloves, I was again a daring vision from an extravagant fashion magazine. I was glad that Sylvia let me put on the bolero jacket again, for I felt really naked and exposed in my diminutive top. I was already beginning to feel like a woman. As a man I shouldn’t have cared at all if anybody saw my chest but the dress had changed my outlook on the world: I felt like a woman already.When we got into the bus again to be driven to the restaurant, our little group had completely changed its appearance: all the girls wore something dressy, almost formal.The restaurant turned out to be what in France we call a “diner- dansant” a restaurant where people go to eat and dance. It was very elegant and we did not feel out of place in our finery. The men all wore tuxedos or dinner-jackets, the women all wore at least cocktail dresses, some even long stylish dinner dresses.We were seated at a long table and had a very good view of the room. To my embarrassment Sylvia asked me to take off my bolero jacket as soon as we sat down. It was as if she had waved a signal flag: the minute I had deposited my jacket on the backrest of my chair, a young man came up and asked me to dance. I couldn’t very well decline as several other girls were also asked and accepted.Well, here I was, a young man in the finest feminine feathers imaginable dancing with another man. I was a good dancer but I was used to leading, not to being led. It was an absolutely new sensation to me. I really felt like giving up my own will, just holding on to my man and letting myself be carried away. Of course, my clinging tightly to him was also a precaution against stumbling with my unaccustomed high heels. However, it was not an altogether unpleasant feeling to dance with him. You could even say I enjoyed being a girl in these moments.I was glad, however, when our dinner was served and we had to return to our table as he was beginning to get amorous and I wanted to avoid any situation which I didn’t know how to handle.Dinner was pleasant, but after we finished we all were very tired and glad to go back to the hotel.The next morning I pleaded with Sylvia to go out and get me some male clothes but she flatly refused. She simply said she had enjoyed seeing me dressed as I was yesterday and I should continue for another day. Anyway, she reasoned, these rags were expensive and we deserved getting some more mileage out of them.Well, what could I do. I could not go naked to the street to buy something, if I wanted to leave the hotel, I had to wear what I had worn yesterday. There was no escape without Sylvia’s help. After some muttering about her bitchiness I had to give in to her and let her dress me in the outfit we had bought yesterday.*Victory! Victory! I had succeeded better than I had imagined in my wildest dreams. Renee (I shall use the feminine form of his name from now on and generally refer to him in the feminine gender, because to refer to him as a man now would be completely inappropriate) not only had worn the feminine outfit selected for her, but carried out the deception in a marvelous way. All through the day she had been the epitome of elegant feminine deportment. The original clothes horse. Of course, everything had been scrupulously planned ahead: I had asked my mother to go to Florence a week before and prepare everything: The guards at the dome, the guide (the church had long ago accepted women in pants, they only frowned upon nakedness now), the people at the boutique who prepared the mannequin in the window with the things my mother had selected for Renee, which then were changed to Renee’s exact measurements I had given her. Nothing was left to coincidence, not even the high heels demonstration at the studio of the shoe designer and the ‘present’ of the shoes which curiously matched Renee’s outfit in color and style perfectly. I thought the perfection of everything could give us away, but evidently she had taken everything at face value.At night at the hotel I told her I would only let her out of the tight corset if she would agree to be a girl all through the night and wear a nightgown. She was in no condition to object to anything at that time. I even made her promise to wear the same things the next day, but she wanted to back out of this in the morning.I did not relent, naturally and so she was dressed again in her new feminine finery. Just as the day before when I laced her into the corset for the first time, I took great pains to hide her cock under the front busk which reached down almost to her crotch. I did not want any embarrassing bulges to appear during the day, giving her away. As on the day before her cock was hard as rock during the lacing, but I left it that way and just continued. This way the cock would have its maximum dimensions while the corset was being laced, and if she was aroused later on, it could just grow into its former position without hurting her. The corset was, of course, specially made for her, I would never have subjected myself to something so restricting. It had a row of holes in the front and in the back to which a strap could be connected which would go between the legs and could hold her masculine equipment folded back between the legs. This method of hiding it had its advantages: she could go to the bathroom alone and sit down to pee, while with the other method I had to accompany her and help her to get the plumbing out and stowed away correctly. However, she was much too easily aroused now and folding it back and securing it there would cause her terrible aches and I did not intend to be this cruel.For trying to persuade me to let her off her promise of the evening before I added a new dimension to her femininity: before we left I had a girl come up to our room from the hairdresser in the hotel and give her a comb out and a new hairstyle as well as a manicure.As her nails were rather short and nothing really could be done with them I asked the girl to lengthen them artificially so that they extended for about half an inch beyond the finger tips, sculpture and color them in the same shade of red as the bolero and the blouse. Renee cringed when I asked the girl to do it, but when the girl started to work on her nails, she gave in for fear of an argument with me which would reveal her predicament to the girl, and remained silent in her role of an elegant young woman.While the girl was busy with her hands and nails, I already occupied myself with perfecting her makeup. Her eyebrows were a little too scraggly and thick for my taste. I knew that the fashion now was going more for the natural line and I had seen pictures of models in Vogue and Bazaar with really heavy eyebrows. I was not, therefore, too disturbed by the appearance of her brows yesterday — even in their natural way they looked feminine enough — at least after I had smoothed them down a bit with my lotions when I secretly had made up his face in the morning. But they certainly could be improved.I wanted a wider distance between them and a higher curve. So I started on them with my tweezers. Renee did not dare to protest in the presence of the girl. However, a few times in the beginning she tried to move her head away. A short, but evidently very painful jerk upwards on her earlobes soon curbed her objections and she let me continue until I thought the eyebrows were perfectly shaped. I had deliberately taken a little more off on the lower side than was, in fact, necessary, but I added some fullness on the upper side with the eyebrow pencil, giving her brows a marvelous high arch, which added an aristocratic appearance to her face.I then proceeded with the blusher on her cheekbones and finished by giving her very full, sensual looking lips with a fiery red, wet looking lipstick. I enhanced the sexy look of her lips by just ever so slightly going over the natural edges of the lips creating a very round cupid’s bow. She looked so sexy with this that I really had to restrain myself from kissing her on the spot and ruining the whole effort.With her newly beautified hands I did not let her wear her gloves. I wanted to show off the new addition to her femininity to all the other girls. As we would have to do a lot of walking, I let her put on her flats.From the hotel we walked the short distance to the Ponte Vecchio where we crossed the river to go to see the Museum at the Palazzo Pitti. The Ponte Vecchio is not only a bridge, it is also a fantastic market for jewelry. On both sides of the bridge are little shops with an unbelievable selection. No vehicles are allowed on the bridge and it is like visiting a mall for jewelers only. I started bickering with one of the jewelers for some pieces that had caught my fancy.I told Renee that I wanted to make up for everything I had done to her in the last days and give her a present. As I wanted to make it a secret until I had finally decided what to take, I asked her to turn around and put her arms on her back to enable me to try out the different items without her seeing what it was. I selected two golden bracelets, broad rings actually, which were hinged on one side and closed with an almost invisible lock on the opposite side. They went closely around her wrists.Furthermore I selected a ring for her. However, this was no single ring but rather four rings interleaving each other. I paid and had the bracelets packed into a little bag. The ring I divided by taking two of the interleaved rings and slipped them onto Renee’s ring finger on the right hand. The other interleaved two rings were standing up on the outer side of the finger. Before she could suspect any foul play, I had slipped her left ring finger into these rings. Her hands were suddenly locked together behind her back by the interleaving rings and try as she might she was not able to get them off. Her hands were securely tied behind her back.I did not mind her protests, just pointed out it would be unwise to attract too much attention in public. However, she continued her muttering until we reached the far end of the bridge. I detected a candy store there and went and got some lollipops the size of about a ping-pong ball. I broke off the stick of one and shoved the candy ball into her mouth, completely filling it, as I had expected.”Now here is something to sweeten your life a little bit. And I don’t want to hear any complaining any more (which was unlikely anyhow because the candy effectively gagged her). And don’t you dare spit it out or I will take one of your hat-pins and run it right through your ass — the whole length of it!”She knew I would do it too and immediately was quite subdued. I just walked on and let her follow me. As long as she walked calmly, she knew nobody would pay any special attention to her and neither her sweet gag nor her secret manacles could not be noticed by any casual observer.I do not know how long the candy lasted, but it certainly was more than two hours and then she had to keep the empty stick in her mouth, because she could not simply spit it out. I did not take off the rings until we sat down for lunch. When Renee started complaining about what I again had done to her, I simply reminded her that this morning she had broken the promise of last night and had to be punished for it. When she continued to argue with me, I just took another one of the lollipops from my coat pocket and slowly started to unwrap it without saying a word. Her quarreling stopped immediately and I put the lollipop back into my pocket for future use.After a nice lunch in the old part of Florence we went back to our hotel to collect our baggage, were driven to the airport and flew back to Nice. Under some foolish pretense I made Renee put on her high heels again because I liked to see her in them and we would not do much walking anymore.In the plane I showed Renee the other present I had gotten for her, the bracelets. She liked them very much and objected only on the grounds that she would not be able to wear them as they were not suitable for a boy. However since they would fit me too, I should keep them and the ring for myself. I put the bracelets on my arms and looked at them stating she was right, they looked good on me.”But just for now, please let me put them on you, I bought them for you and you should wear them for the time you are dressed as a girl.”She surrendered to my wish and gave me her arms to put on the bracelets. With a single move I snapped them shut over both her arms and too late she noticed, that I had threaded one bracelet through the other before closing them and her wrists were securely locked together. Before she completely realized what I had done to her, I asked her in my sweetest voice “Would you like to have a lollipop, Darling?” She just gave me a nasty look, put her backrest down and leaned back, closing her eyes, evidently resigning to her fate. I did not take off her shackles until we were in our apartment. When we left the plane I just gave her my light coat to hold and d****d it over her arms. This way we passed through passport and customs control and got into our bus back to the school.*In the bus that took us from Nice Airport to our castle, somebody suddenly suggested everybody should vote on my future appearance: should I resume my identity as a boy or should I be compelled to continue to dress as a girl. It may not come as a surprise to you now but it certainly was a surprise for me: The vote was unanimous: I should remain a girl.The real surprise for me however came shortly after we arrived at the school. I was requested to see the headmistress and further requested that I should not change but should remain dressed exactly as I was dressed during our visit to Florence. I thought I detected a gleam of triumph in the eyes of Sylvia when I told her about it. I was in doubt what shoes to wear. In Florence in the morning I again had worn the flats for our visit to the Palazzo Pitti but for the flight back I had changed into the high heels because Sylvia had told me she had no room in our bags to pack these while the flats would fit in. Now she urged me to keep on the high heels. Actually I didn’t have much choice, Sylvia just shoved me out in them. Here I was again out in the yard of the castle in my tight and rather long, black skirt, high heeled shoes, red blouse and bolero and the big black hat, my hands beautifully manicured with long red nails. Well I did not feel too well right now but I had no other choice than face the stern headmistress.When I came to the headmistress’s office, she made me walk up and down in front of her scrutinizing every move I made, every step I took. After about five minutes of silence she said: “I have heard about your escapade in dresses in Florence and I find very little to praise therein. But when I look at you now, I can at least state that you did not bring disgrace on our school.”I tried to explain how everything had happened and that I was completely innocent, but she stopped me short.”I know you had an accomplice in Sylvia but do not try to tell me it all happened against your will. I refuse to believe such rubbish. Of course, I shall have to punish you. I should have kicked you out for running such a risk of disgracing, at the very least, embarrassing the school, your teachers, and the other pupils, but I’ll show mercy and let the punishment fit the crime: for the duration of your stay at this school you shall wear nothing but the most feminine garments from the skin out. Absolutely no jeans or other pants are allowed, not even girls’ jeans, tights, slacks, leggings or pantyhose — one never would know where to draw the line between them.””The reason I let you off so easily is first that I talked the situation over with your aunt and she consented to this if I would then let you stay here and, secondly, now that I now have an all girl school again I do not have to make any exceptions for a male student. All right — I expect you to appreciate my leniency and respond to it with an increased diligence in your work. You may now go back to your work. Good morning.”With this I was dismissed. I could only turn around and slowly walk off. I knew Sylvia’s opinion and the opinion of the other girls. They wanted to see me as a girl. My aunt had consented and the headmistress was evidently unmovable. I had no hope of finding any support anywhere. I was just stuck with it and had to face almost two years in dresses. I was sure Sylvia would try to intensify her power over me and make me her slave during this time, but I saw no road of escape.Well if there was no other way, I would have to live it down and try to make the best of it. I knew there was a light at the end of the tunnel: I would, of course, resume my male identity when I finished the school. But as in so many other cases: the light at the end of the tunnel turned out to be the light of the oncoming train — but this is yet another story.Things were soon back to normal after our return from Florence. That is back to normal for everybody but me. Or was it normal now for me to wear girls clothes? Well for everybody else it seemed so: it was the order of the headmistress and this order had coincided with the vote of all the girls — including my cousin (and lover) Sylvia.I was still confused about what was normal now. I knew I had to obey the ruling of the headmistress issued as an order of punishment to me, because I had appeared as a young lady during our excursion to Florence. That I had not done so under my own free will was not accepted as an excuse. Nobody seemed to believe me that it all had been a chain of very unfortunate coincidences that had forced me to adopt a feminine identity in Florence. At least it seemed that nobody wanted to believe it, everybody seemed to be quite happy to see me in skirts.But I was a young man, 16 years old and soon to be 17. How could they do this to me, and even more, expect me to like it? But this was the catch. Something deep inside me actually did like it. I fought this feeling with all my willpower. I was to grow up to be and fill my place in society as a man, I was rich, I had ambitions, I wanted to move ahead in the business world and I knew I could only do it as a man. It is true that I was in love with Sylvia, but I regarded this as a teenage infatuation only. She was very dominant in our relationship and this was OK as long as we went to school together, but after that period she would either have to change her manners toward me or I would have to sever our relationship. If I wanted to fill my place in the tough world of business, I could not let myself be dominated by a mere woman.Those were the thoughts that went through my mind when I returned from the headmistress’s office to our apartment and which in one form or another I have repeated to me thousands of times since. But already while I was crossing the yard of the castle, which was our school, there was this unquenchable feeling of delight caused by the tight skirt and the high heels that I was wearing. Even the uncomfortable corset added to this delight deep within me, making me feel like a girl, stirring up my passions. But my common sense told me to fight these emotions.However — I debated the issue with myself — what could I do now: I could leave the school to escape the ruling of the headmistress which forbade me to appear in anything but full female dress during the whole school term, which was a little less than two more years. But I liked the school, I liked the subject of fashion that was taught there and leaving it would mean a separation from Sylvia.And there was the question of my body: during puberty my voice had not changed but instead I had grown a (in the original sense of the word) full set of female breasts, I had no beard or other masculine body hair. Except for one major difference I had a perfect female body. The lady doctor who had treated me for an anaemic condition had assured me that this stage of my development would pass in a few years and I would be a normal man, but to leave Sylvia, who had shared my secret understandingly and having to face the world without her help: I simply was too scared to do this. Maybe I should just sit this out. The two years would pass and I most certainly would have developed a man’s body by that time and would revert immediately to my masculine identity. This way I appeased my intellect — using its own methods. However — I promised myself — if I were to give in to the present situation, it would be for practical reasons only and certainly not because I enjoyed being a girl.When I came back to our apartment, I found Sylvia and a whole bunch of other girls among a pile of female garments. It looked like our whole class was present.”Hi Renee, hello, you are looking great again; that dress really suits you; what a beautiful hat — just like the one Edith Head used to design for her forties pictures — and the shoes, I wish I could walk in heels that high, and, my, what a beautiful slim waist …” I was received like a homecoming queen by everyone and showered with compliments. I returned the greetings and thanked everyone very politely.”We know you have not been able to complete your wardrobe yet, so we all wanted to chip in and bring you a few items you might want to wear for the time being.” They were all very nice — the news of my predicament had surely traveled fast across the campus.Sylvia asked them to quiet down a bit and thanked them in my name for the consideration they showed me. “However,” she declared, “Renee must find her own personal style. She will only borrow a few items for a few days. We will go to Cannes tomorrow, Saturday, for a shopping spree at the chic boutiques to select something that suits her style.”She selected a narrow light brown skirt, a fancy embroidered beige- and-brown sweater, and a wide cape in a heavy red-yellow-brown wool melange, just the colors of the fall leaves.Sylvia asked me to make some coffee. I went to the kitchen and prepared and then served it together with some biscuits. I had to take great care not to stumble with my high heels while balancing the coffeepot and the cups. I could not bend down as I was used too as a boy, meaning from the waist. I had to bend in the knees and the hips, keeping my upper torso almost straight up: the stiff corset did not allow any bending at the waist. Of course, this looked very feminine and elegant, but it was a very exhausting exercise that I was not at all used to. Sylvia watched me intently and with great interest. The other girls just took it for granted that I moved and behaved like a girl. Why shouldn’t I, I looked like one of them? Well not exactly: I was dressed far more elegantly than any of them. Everybody chatted for a while — it was becoming a real hen party. The only remarkable thing was that the most sophisticatedly dressed of the group — I — had to do the maid’s duties. Sylvia just hovered over the crowd and made me run around: “Give Denise another cup of coffee — will you please? — Get some more biscuits please! — Please fill up the sugar bowl! Where is the milk — will you bring it to Adelaide please!” You could have said she kept me on my toes — if I hadn’t been kept on them anyhow by my high heels. The narrow skirt did not help me either in getting around among the girls.After a while, the teacher of our design class joined us. “You know,” she started, “you have to design and make two items until the end of the semester, that is until the Christmas holidays starts, one for yourself and one for a common model. The first one will be judged for your proficiency to deal with your own body — which may be less than ideal in some respects — and the second one will let us compare your designing abilities with all the other students because you will all design for the same model. Thereby nobody has an advantage over the other because she has a better figure.””Now during the last years the class always voted on who would be the common model. This year it should be the same procedure — but let me make a suggestion: I think you cannot find a better model than Renee. She is slim, has an excellent figure, long legs, a very pretty face and long, beautiful blonde hair. And — in my opinion — most important of all, she wears clothes perfectly. And if Sylvia teaches and trains her a little bit more to move and walk like a model, she should be the perfect choice for you. Of course, — I do not want to impose anything on you, if you have any better ideas, it suits me fine, but I think you should consider my suggestion.”After a moment of silence, everybody started talking. And I could not believe my ears: everybody was in favor of the idea. A whole bunch of fashion conscious and probably rather narcissistic girls wanted a boy to model their creations. They must all be mad, I concluded. However in this other part of me these strange feelings stirred again and excited me more than I cared to confess at the anticipation of the dresses that I would get to wear and to model.”Of course, — if you design something appealing to your model, she may just want to keep it and buy it from you. I gather she is in need of some nice things. From what I can see, she is not opposed to wearing sophisticated and a little extravagant things. This should inspire your creativity.”The question was not anymore whether I should be the model — this was set aside as accepted by all — evidently nobody was interested in what I had to say about it. When I wanted to raise some objections somebody who had obviously watched Perry Mason movies on TV a lot interrupted me: “Totally incompetent, irrelevant and immaterial”. “Objection overruled!” the teacher answered laughingly laying down her decision in the best tone of an Erle Stanley Gardner judge. The only question to be solved seemed to be who should make what. The teacher said she would be the coordinator and suggested that every girl should propose a design and she would then assign the different tasks to the girls. “As much as Renee may like it, it would do her no good to have fifteen glamorous evening dresses and no sensible clothes for the day. And you should rather prove your creativity within the limited possibilities of day dresses than going overboard with glamorous evening wear.”Shortly after that the meeting broke up and everybody went. I was glad when they were all gone, because I knew I had to clean up the mess and wash the dishes.When I tried to undress for this to make it easier for me, Sylvia objected and instead tied an apron around me. It was more of a pinafore though. I do not know where she had gotten it, I had never seen her wear it, maybe one of the girls had brought it. It had a skirt that was closed in the back and ended in a wide flounce all around that reached almost to my ankles. Similar flounces went up from the waist in front, ever widening up to the shoulders where they stood out like wings and continued getting narrower to the waist in the back. The pinafore was closed by buttons in the back and wide ribbons that were tied in the back to a large bow that bobbed up and down with every step I took. I was not even allowed to take off my high heels. Sylvia told me: “With the little time you have left until you have to do the modeling, you should grasp every opportunity you have to train graceful walking and moving around in high heels and tight, even hampering clothes.” But she was nice and helped me clean up for the most part.She then went to the bathroom to prepare herself for bed. When I had finished everything and came to bed, I found a shimmering satin full length nightgown laid out for me — another surprise. I put it on and relished the sensuous feelings it inspired. However I was so exhausted, that I soon fell asleep.The next morning after showering Sylvia requested that I cream myself with an expensive smelling body lotion which gave my skin a velvety texture all over. Then she made me put on a bra, panties and a garterbelt. I was glad she did not again lace me into the dreaded corset. When I drew on the shimmering nylon stockings, my emotions again were stirred. I relished this feeling of the soft almost weightless material gliding up my legs and still give the feeling of a certain tightness all over after I anchored them to the straps of the garterbelt.She brought me the brown/beige skirt and sweater ensemble. “You know, when we have to try on things, it is much more practical to wear a separate top and skirt instead of having to take off a whole dress just to try on a blouse or a skirt.” After I put it on, she sat me down in front of her makeup-mirror which stood close to the window. “When you make yourself up for going out at daylight, you have to make up yourself in daylight. The light of incandescent bulbs is much too red and all red colors are washed out under it. If you use red colors like blusher on your cheeks so you look good under incandescent light bulbs, you will look like a clown in the much bluer daylight. If you have no daylight available, try to find yourself a mirror with daylight colored fluorescent tubes.”I realized that the program to train me as a girl had begun in earnest. She gave me makeup base and showed me how to apply it with a little sponge — not too thickly, just as a hue to blot out imperfections but still leave the face looking naturally. Then came eyeshadow and mascara, the eyebrow pencil and the soft brush with the blusher to accent the cheekbones, last was the lipstick. I was trying my best to get everything right, but we had to start all over several times until I did what Sylvia called an acceptable job.”You will have to do this every morning now and I shall check it before you leave the house. During the day you must check periodically if it is still perfect. Nothing looks as bad as a girl with run or smeared makeup. Particularly after each meal or whenever you eat or drink something in between you must check and eventually repair your makeup. Don’t you ever let me catch you with a şişli escort bayan less than perfect makeup.”Well, being a girl sure seemed to hold some inconveniences in store for me. Another inconvenience came up when Sylvia decided I should wear my high heels. “We will not walk around too much and you will be able to sit and rest in between. But for judging the length of dresses and skirts, you must wear high heels, because you will wear them mostly. Not these of course, actually they do not match your outfit very well, we will get some others first thing.”When everything was as perfect as I could get it on my first training day, we were ready to go. Sylvia had gotten herself into an ensemble similar to mine and already wore a light overcoat. She had the cape that I would wear in her hands and asked me to turn around. Before she put the cape on me however, she again fastened the two golden bracelets on my wrists — again one threaded through the other so my wrists were locked together behind me. “Why are you doing this? And what will people say if they see me like this? It is so humiliating.” “That is exactly why you have to wear them, love, to make you humble and submissive and to constantly remind you that you are completely dependent on me. And if you will be careful, nobody will notice.” With that she put the cape around me and off we went.We drove into Cannes and parked the car in the rue d’Antibes which is running parallel to the famous Croisette and a very good shopping district. I pleaded with her to unfasten my wrists when we got out of the car, but she was unyielding. “First, we will go to a shoe store, you do not have to take off the cape there and nobody can see anything.” I was not so sure about that. I already had the feeling that everybody was staring at me. We had to walk a little distance and I slowly regained my composure when I noticed that nobody paid special attention to us. Just passing glances.The shoe store was very elegant in a new building in a side street leading to La Croisette. Sylvia motioned me to sit down, which I carefully did. If you walk on extremely high heels and have your hands tied on your back so you cannot use them for balancing or holding on to something, sitting down requires much care if you want to avoid just falling down into the chair.A very friendly sales clerk came up to us and asked what we desired. “We would like to see some high heeled slippers in brown and in blue, some evening sandals, some high heeled city boots and … well we will see what else we can find for my friend here.” The clerk took off my shoes and I could see he was very impressed by their design and then the name in them. He brought a large selection of shoes in my size and I had to try them all on and walk around a little. Sylvia always asked how they fitted and, after my reply, made her selection.We bought about half a dozen slippers in all colors and different leathers, three pairs for evening wear in black satin and gold leather and one pair of sandals with very thin straps covered with rhinestones and finally a black and a brown pair of boots. All had very high heels, about the same as the ones I had gotten in Florence. Their heels were between just over four and five inches high but since I had a rather small foot for a boy (a small ladies’ seven in US size), I was almost toppling over on the very high ones. Anyway, I was mostly concerned with not letting on that my hands were bound under my cape and let Sylvia carry out the whole transaction with me little more than a silent model. When Sylvia paid, she asked to have all of them, except a brown snake leather pair which I wore instead of the ones I had come in, send over to the Hotel Majestic where she had reserved a suite for us.Out on the street again I thanked Sylvia not only for the wonderful shoes she had selected for me but also for keeping the secret of my bound arms to ourselves. “Well, since you have been a good girl so far, I think I can now take off the fetters and let you run free. But do not try anything funny — you would regret it dearly.” She warned me and released my arms but kept the bracelets on my wrists.After that we went to a lingerie shop to select some underwear. I was very apprehensive because I dreaded having to try something on and thereby probably reveal to the saleslady that I really was a boy in dresses. However Sylvia was very sweet and just selected the things without making me try them on. She selected a wealth of panties, bras, slips, and garterbelts in all kinds of materials and colors. Mostly they were made of silk or shining satin, some plain but refined and stylish in their cut, some with an abundance of lace. The bras were all half cups which would leave my sensitive nipples free and I shivered at the thought of the feeling of the material of the dresses rubbing against them. She also selected some nightgowns with matching negligees.Just looking at the bras and the other lingerie gave me the most peculiar feelings in my groin. As I was not wearing the corset which had hidden my masculinity yesterday, I was terribly afraid of being caught with a protuberance in my skirt front incompatible with the anatomy of a girl. And while I thought about it, it began to happen! Slowly the pressure rose and I could do nothing to make it go away. It seemed, as if the danger of being caught with it, only made it become harder and harder. I quickly retreated to a little stuffed chair in a corner of the store and sat down, holding my purse pressed into my lap. Sylvia immediately noticed my discomfort.”Aren’t you feeling well? Do you want to have a drink of water?” “Oh no, I just wanted to rest my feet a little bit.” I lied bravely. From Sylvia’s knowing expression on her face I immediately knew that she knew. She turned to the saleslady again and continued her conversation. “Yes, and then I want some tight and strong elastic panty girdles and some well made cache- sexes to wear under panty hose and tight pants to avoid the ‘panty-line’.”The saleslady went to get the items and Sylvia looked to me smiling knowingly. I had tried to concentrate on dividing 23,456 by 13 to occupy my mind with something different and make the erection go away. When the saleslady returned, she brought a selection of panty girdles and some items which looked like some wide flesh-colored elastic straps. Sylvia made her selection and had the saleslady pack everything together save for one of these strap contraptions, which she had named cache-sex, and which she handed to me to try it on.I had just reached 1804 in my computation, which had served its purpose, and could get up again. I stepped into a changing booth in the back, took off my panty and slipped on the elastic device. After some tugging here and there and repositioning of my male parts, it did just what its name implied: it hid my sex completely. My balls and cock were neatly folded between my legs and invisible. I tried not to envisage what would happen, if I got a hard-on again. The strong elastic would certainly prevent any rising, but I could foresee, that this would be a very uncomfortable, even painful state and I certainly wished to avoid it. However, I wished even less to see the situation I had just escaped repeat itself. So choosing the lesser of two evils I was thankful to Sylvia for having given it to me and kept it on.When I returned to the front, I saw the saleslady wrapping up several larger items which I could not make out except that they seemed to me rather stiff and about 17 inches long. Sylvia paid and again had everything sent to our hotel.Finally we visited two very stylish boutiques, to complete my wardrobe. I will not go into the details of everything we bought, suffice to say that everything was exceptional in style and quality, and — I must say — rather expensive. After that we checked into our hotel, the Majestic on the Croisette and had a light lunch in one of the little restaurants nearby. We both felt exhausted from the events of the morning and decided to have a little nap.When we awoke, Sylvia stated that I should go to a beauty parlor and have myself thoroughly worked over. “I feel like having a splurge myself, so I will just come along with you.” We phoned ahead and got an appointment for right away at the best salon in town. We were lucky: presently there was neither a festival nor a convention in town and it was off season.We were received and immediately directed to two adjoining booths which were separated by a curtain. Sylvia opened it. “I want to see what they do to you,” she explained. She ordered a hair wash for both of us and then discussed how my hair should further be treated. As a boy I simply had worn it long, straight as it fell down my back, just held together by a string at the nape of my neck. Long hair for boys was still fashionable then. It was considered denoting an artistic or creative personality.”The color is very nice, a natural golden blonde. You may consider yourself very lucky with this. However, it could use a little more strength and body. It is quite straight and you can do very little with it. I suggest giving you a permanent for a nice curl and then we see what we can do, darling.” Marcel, the young man selected to attend to me seemed to be very competent. He was a little effeminate in his movements and his speech. He certainly seemed not to be interested in girls except as raw material to practice his art on, for he clearly regarded himself as an artist. I wondered if he would be more interested if he knew I was a boy, but came to the conclusion that he probably was only attracted to burly he-men.I let him go to work on my hair and relaxed in the chair. When all the lotions had been applied and I was finally sitting under the dryer, someone handed my several fashion magazines which I looked through. Oddly enough seeing all the beautiful dresses I started to think of how I would look in them. Was it possible that after only two days of being in skirts my personality had changed so much? And even more amazing to me was the fact that envisioning me dressed in these beautiful and elegant dresses again stirred my emotions — I was getting a hard-on.Hell no, this is the last thing I could want now. I closed my eyes and started to think of unpleasant things. The first unpleasant thing that came into my mind was having to wear a corset like I had to yesterday — but unfortunately this produced a reaction entirely opposed to the desired one. My dick got harder and harder and started to hurt under the tight cache-sex that I wore. I saw no other way out of this than giving it the room it requested. As I was all alone for the moment I started to reach into the top of my skirt and under the tight elastic of the cache sex and turned my now really stiff symbol upward where it rested under the broad elastic strap that went up to the waist-strap. I hoped nobody would have noticed it as it was all done under the wide smock covering me from neck to thighs. However Sylvia sitting in the next chair had noticed my contortions and immediately guessed their reasons correctly. “I see you find the reading exciting.” She teased me but did not further pursue the matter. I only hoped that the erection would subside before I had to take off the smock. However, assuming this would take some time, I thought I would continue to enjoy the pleasant feelings of the dreams provoked by the magazines.After a while Marcel reappeared and took the rollers from my hair. He combed and teased my hair, brushed here a little bit and there. For the washing and drying he had turned me away from the mirror and did not turn me around until he thought his work was done. When finally he turned me around, I almost did not recognize me: my face was framed by wide soft curls. The curls almost touched my shoulders and when I shook my head a little bit I felt the delightful sensation of the hair flying around my head. Marcel was very content with his creation and admired me from a few steps way. “I gave you a very natural looking head for everyday wear, suitable for a young girl. But at the same time you can easily comb and brush it into very sophisticated and extravagant styles both for day or evening wear.” He stepped closer and with his comb and brush took all of the hair around to the left side and arranged it in a big puff over the ear. The asymmetrical style gave me an entirely different look, very daring and extravagant. “For a big evening you could do it up like this.” He took apart the coiffure he had just created and twisted the mass of the hair together on the top of my head, wound some red velvet ribbon around it and let the rest spill over the ribbon like a fountain. It looked great.Sylvia had witnessed the show from her booth and freely applauded the maestro. “You really have surpassed yourself today, Marcel. I never imagined you to be able to create such a masterpiece from our little scraggle- head here.” He bathed in her compliments and danced all around me, holding his head to one side and then to the other, fluffed the top out a little more and was really taken by his creation. “But do me a favor, Marcel, we want to shop for some hats for our little Miss and the hair should be set in a way that goes with hats.” Sylvia interrupted his self-admiration party.”But of course, Madam, right away, again this is very easy: look here.” He undid the velvet ribbon and gathered the hair in the back where he fastened it with two combs so its curls cascaded down from high in the back to the neck. “This style goes well with little hats that are worn reaching almost into the forehead, maybe with a little veil.” He undid the combs again and brushed the mass of the hair from the back straight up in the back and all around to the front where he brushed it into a tuft of little curls over the forehead.”And this is the Betty Grable style — remember the musicals of the forties? This goes with turban-style hats.” He undid the clips that had held the hair and brushed it all down as it had when he began his demonstrations. “This style, of course, goes well with large, wide brimmed hats. It all depends on which kind of hat you are going to wear.””I think the first style for the little hats is what is best today,” Sylvia cut in. “Very well, let’s do it this way then.” And in a moment he had repeated the look of a few minutes ago with the two combs in the back. “I am opposed to using hair spray. A hairdo should look soft and natural and be able to move freely. Spray makes the hair look like steel wire. Nothing is as ugly as a very artificial hairdo with sits on the head like a concrete structure. Unfortunately not many of my colleagues share my views — but it needs more work and a better cut to be able to do it without the help of spray.” He rambled on as he worked on my hair. “Here we are,” he finally declared, “all ready for a nice shopping spree and the admiration of an endless string of admirers at teatime.”While he turned to Sylvia to finalize his work for her, I was left to my thoughts seeing myself in the big mirror. I was almost stupefied from what I had just witnessed. What so far I had regarded as just plain long hair on a boy, had suddenly been turned in the most beautiful girlish head of hair you could imagine. Now the last thing in my looks that could have reminded me of my former existence as a boy had been erased. Now I truly was a girl, nothing remained from my boyish past. Even if other people had seen a girl in me because of my dresses and makeup, to me it had been different I still had the same hair as I had as a boy. This was the last tie which held me to my male past. Now this was gone too.In a way it was a relief, now I was a girl completely — nothing in my looks reminded me of my former existence. But at the same time I was a little scared. Would I ever be able to revert to being a boy? But I decided to enjoy the moment, to enjoy the fact that I certainly looked like a very attractive girl. I really had no other choice anyway.When Sylvia was ready, she had a coiffure almost identical to mine, she paid, gave Marcel a large tip and we left. We slowly strolled through the busy streets and I began to notice and even enjoy the admiring glances of passing men.Sylvia directed our steps to “Le Salon des Chapeaux”, a sweet old- fashioned milliners shop which we had already passed before. I had detected some very nice little hats in their window and now was really eager to try some on. On second thought, reflecting on the situation and my feelings, I couldn’t believe it myself: two days ago a rough boy in jeans and a sweat shirt — now all decked out as a pretty girl from the high heels, the gleaming stockings, the narrow skirt and the matching sweater under a wide cape, coiffed by a master and artfully made up, thrilled to the bone anticipating a session in a milliners store trying on ladies’ hats. What had happened to me?We entered and were greeted by an elderly lady, the owner, and her young assistant. Sylvia explained that we wanted to see a few hats for me. I was not at all sure, what would suit me best, there were so many different styles and colors and materials, some with veils, some with feathers, some really outrageous models decorated with fake fruits, some with large brims, some little pillboxes — the variations were endless.Sylvia was not flustered at all by the endless variety presented to us. She selected a few small black hats made of lacquered straw and of fine felt all with little veils that could be drawn over the face down to the chin or arranged so it would just come down over the eyes. She made me put them all on and let me look into the three part cheval mirror that allowed me to see me from all sides. After some deliberation we selected a little three pointed affair with rolled up sides reminiscent a little of the ladies hats at the medieval courts. It too had a stiff veil of nylon net with little velvet like points in it. It looked best if it was placed far to the front and exactly centered with the front point reaching down to my forehead. I was delighted with it.The next choice was a small cap with an asymmetrical design. It came down from the top on one side almost to the ear where it was decorated with a large blossom entirely made of chiffon petals with a rhinestone star in the center. “This one would go perfect with the asymmetrical hairdo that Marcel just showed you,” Sylvia commented as she gave it to the assistant to be packed for us.”Now we need one for daytime wear. Let’s try this one here.” She produced a dark brown felt hat designed almost like a low bowler hat. The hat band was folded taffeta and came down through a slit in the narrow brim. “It can be tied under the chin with a bow on one side of the face, or brought back and tied in a large bow at the nape of the neck,” the shop-lady explained and showed us how to do it, “I think it is complementing your outfit perfectly, you should keep it on.” Sylvia and I agreed and she tied the large bow at my neck. “If you want it to look dressier, just add a veil to it, like this one here,” and she produced a nylon veil and attached it to the crown. She drew it down over the eyes almost to the tip of the nose. It looked great. “I knew you would like it — and you have the face for it. You have to have a slim face for this hat, and the veil adds a little mystery.”I could hardly take my eyes off the mirror. I think, I was falling in love with myself right there. Anyway, if I had seen a girl looking like that when I was a boy, I would have walked ten miles to get a date with her. It was a strange sensation: sixteen years as a boy I had never bothered much looking into mirrors. I knew what I looked like and I really was not very interested in it. A mirror I needed maybe once a day for combing or for checking if my tie was on straight and I had to look into it when brushing my teeth. But now — what a strange excitement my image suddenly produced in me. I simply could not turn away from it. An entirely different creature was suddenly looking back at me — a really beautiful one, sophisticated, elegant, even a little haughty with full red lips and large eyes set off by heavily mascaraed lashes and expertly applied eyeshadow under the veil. Was this really I, the boy that had existed for sixteen years until two days ago? Could anybody change so much in so little time? Was I under a spell? If I was under a spell, it must have been the spell of a good fairy, because I looked so beautiful.We tried on and bought a few more hats, then I put on the brown bowler again which went so well with my outfit. I could not stop looking into the mirror.”Come on beautiful, stop the self-admiration-session, we are ready to go.” Sylvia interrupted my reveries. She was already at the door with the bag with the other hats. I got up immediately, thanked the shop-ladies in passing and hurried after Sylvia. I think I had turned bright red because Sylvia had caught me in my self-admiration.We directed our steps back to the Croisette and to the Majestic Hotel. Sylvia told me to change and check my makeup. She told me that she had booked a table for us at the Moulin de Mougins restaurant. This really was a pleasant surprise. I knew that this is one of the famous ***-star restaurants of the Guide Michelin. Three stars in the Guide Michelin mean “it is worth making a whole trip just to eat there”.I undressed and went to the bathroom first to check my makeup and repair any damage that it might have suffered from the activities at the millinery store.”I put your dress and the other stuff on the bed. Be careful putting it on.” Sylvia disappeared into the bathroom when I was done there to get herself ready. I picked up the dress from the bed. It was one of the dresses we had bought this morning, a waltz-length cocktail dress made of a deep purple velvet. The neckline plunged to below the breasts and the decollete was filled with three rows of the finest lace standing up, a few shades lighter than the velvet. The skirt was very wide and stood out from three petticoats, one a stiff nylon net to get the crinoline effect, a taffeta one with large flounces which rustled deliciously and on top another taffeta one which was covered in the back with the same laces as appeared in the decollete. The first one, the strong nylon net, had another petticoat sewn into it which was rather narrow and checked the length of my steps severely.In the back the velvet was taken up from both sides and seemingly knotted into a bow over my buttocks so that the laces on the uppermost petticoat were freely seen. It was a beautiful gown and I had loved it already in the store, when I had tried it on.I changed my stockings to black ones with seams and took off my bra. I knew the gown would support and even lift up my breasts so that they were nicely nested in the lace and the round top of them could easily been seen. I had felt a little naughty when I tried it on this morning, flaunting my feminine charms like that, but if I had these charms, I decided again, it was no sense in hiding them.I stepped into the dress first. I would put on the petticoats under the dress later. I adjusted the shoulder straps and tried to close the back zipper. It would not go up. Try as I might, the waist of the dress was too tight. It was impossible. It had fitted well this very morning and I could not have gained several inches in one day. They must have sent the wrong size. Oh shit! I went to the bathroom and showed it to Sylvia. “Why, what do you mean it doesn’t fit. You haven’t put on your corset yet. Put on the little black one that I laid out on the bed and lace it tightly, then it will fit,” Sylvia stated matter- of-factly, not at all surprised.”But it fitted this morning without a corset! What did you do?””Well, you don’t really think you could just do as you please and not worry about your figure. Of course, with that figure of yours you will have to wear a corset with this dress. It will look ten times better with a corset than without one. And since we are going out to dinner, a tight corset will remind you not to eat too much and this again will be good for your figure. But if you don’t want to go out with me, just be comfortable and stay here. You cannot escape your corsets anyway. The outfit you are wearing today will be returned to Adelaide and I had altered all the dresses and skirts we bought today to fit with a corset. By the way I was very easy on you with the daytime wear. They are only three inches less in the waist than your uncorseted waist. It is just the cocktail and evening dresses that are made to fit over a fully laced corset. So relax and do not fight it. There is nothing you can do now. Nor tomorrow for that matter.”I was flabbergasted. She had done it again. I had to wear a wretched corset again. This certainly was enough for me to ruin the whole evening. I had persuaded myself not to raise any objections against being treated and dressed like a girl — but this was outrageous. None of the girls I knew wore a corset. Why did I have to? Sylvia and her scheming. I certainly will give her a piece of my mind if she comes out of the bathroom.In the meantime I struggled to get the corset around me. I had taken off my garterbelt, panties and the cache-sex to be able to move more freely. When I had succeeded in fastening the busk and began lacing up the back, a strange sensation came over me and suddenly my prick slowly rose and rose until it stood up like a flagpole. When I finally had succeeded in closing the gap entirely, I tied off the laces and wound the long ends around my waist. My prick would not go down. I fastened my stockings to the garter straps hanging down from the corset and walked over to the closet where I had hung the dress. I had to pass the floor length mirror at the wall. It was a very strange picture that I made. A pretty girl in full makeup in a corset with her nylons tautly gartered to it and her breasts lifted up with very erect large nipples — and a very masculine prick sticking out from her at full attention.The whole picture was a contradiction in itself, yet it was true. And it was also very exciting. As long as I saw me, the erection never would subside. I turned away from the mirror.It was impossible to put on the dress in this agitated state. I thought I would occupy my mind with other tasks and hope my prick would calm down enough to allow me to finish my dressing. On the bed I found the long evening gloves that we had bought in Florence and I thought I might as well put these on first. After I had smoothed them onto my arms almost to the shoulders and buttoned them at the wrists, my prick had stubbornly refused to retract to more manageable dimensions.Well, I thought, gaining time is everything now. It cannot hold forever. I sat down in front of the makeup mirror and brushed my hair. Then I got up again and fetched the hat that I was going to wear, the little three pointed one, put it on and fixed it securely in place with several hairpins. I was so engrossed by this task, that the prick slowly lost its stiffness. Ha — my plan was successful. To gain more time, I fetched the evening sandals I was going to wear, put them on and fiddled with the new and yet unyielding little straps until I succeeded to close the buckles. The pressure of the corset which almost prevented me to get enough air for breathing during this exercise and the concentration needed to get the damn little buckles closed, further deflated the little devil. There — I tricked him, he was soft again. I could proceed to put on the dress now.However when I got up and walked to the closet again and saw myself in the big mirror, it was all in vain, my prick jumped up as if a spring was released. And I defy any man who is not entirely dead to have the same reaction when he sees a picture like I saw in the mirror: a beautiful young girl, perfectly made up with a saucy little hat and a veil coming down over her face to her wet-looking full red lips, dressed in a very tight corset giving her a real hourglass figure with long suede evening gloves covering her arms to the shoulders, her breasts lifted up by the corset and presented as two round apples with large and evidently hard and excited nipples, her gleaming nylon stockings gartered to the corset and her feet balancing in evening sandals with rhinestones on the straps criss-crossing her feet and with heels almost 5 inches high. The only incongruous part of the picture was the prick. But be it as it may, there was a girl in the mirror, a sexily dressed or rather undressed girl, there could not be any doubt about that, and if there was a prick attached to this girl, then it was a girl with a prick, but for all intents and purposes a girl — period.I did not know what to do. I sat down on the bed and slowly started to stroke my prick, watching my image in the mirror in total confusion. The girl in the mirror was I — but I knew I was a boy and the prick proved it. But there was this girl that moved when I moved and which obviously were I too.Suddenly Sylvia burst upon me. “What the heck are you thinking you are doing? Who gave you permission to play with yourself? Why aren’t you dressed anyway?” I tried to explain what had happened and that I could not get dressed in this condition. She was fully made up but stark naked as she had come from the bathroom. This too was not exactly the medicine I needed to make my prick go down.”Just you wait, I will teach you play with yourself without my permission. You know quite well that I own this thing and I and only I have the right to use it. Come here!” She used a tone that did not permit any disagreement. I got up and slowly walked over to her. She had a pair of black nylon stockings in her hand. “Fold your hands before you,” she commanded and I complied. She wound each stocking around one wrist, knotted it leaving one long end. Then she took another stocking and knotted it around my neck, finishing it off with a little bow on the left side of my chin. “Here, now go ahead and play with yourself if you can.” With this she took the long ends of the stockings around my wrists, stepped behind me and drew my arms over my head, knotting the loose ends to the stocking around my neck. My arms were securely anchored behind my head. The position was not at all uncomfortable but I was totally helpless.She directed me in front of the mirror. She got another pair of stockings and tied my legs together above the knees and at the ankles. I was totally immobilized. The picture I saw in the mirror did nothing to dampen the excitement that had again welled up in me. Sylvia, however, did not pay any attention to me or to my excited state, she just progressed with her dressing, combed and set her hair, put on her dress, her gloves, her hat and her shoes.I must say she looked lovely too. She was in a black crepe dress which had a high collar around her throat and clung to her figure like wallpaper. The skirt was narrow and flared out only from the knees down to allow comfortable walking. The dress had long, narrow sleeves down to the wrists. It was in no way exceptional but everything had gone into the cut of it. The big surprise came when she turned and I saw her back. The dress had none. From the shoulders it plunged to the buttocks and you could see the start of the crease dividing them. A thin gold chain held the two sides together at the waist so they would not fall forward when she bent down. She looked deliciously sexy in this outfit.She came over to me and stood beside me. “Well, have you repented your sins? I see you are still in no condition to get dressed. OK then, if it is there and does not go away, let’s put it to use as it is.” She bent down and unfastened the stocking binding my ankles. “Move over to the bed now and lie down on it on your back.” I did as she had commanded. She retied my ankles and then raised her skirt to her hips and straddled me. Slowly she lowered herself on my rigid shaft, engulfing it with her warm and moist pussy. All I could do was moan. I was totally immobile and helpless. I looked into the mirror on the side and saw two girls one fully clad, one in a corset, with gloves and hat, screwing each other like mad. “Don’t you dare come before I have!” Sylvia warned me. I was continually on the brink of my orgasm but as soon as she sensed it, she stopped all movements only to begin again a little while later very softly and very slowly. After a while however she could not control herself any longer and bucked up and down like a cowboy riding a bronco at a rodeo. We both came simultaneously in a long lasting wonderful orgasm. She was quite exhausted, glided down and rested next to me for a few minutes, slowly stroking my nipples.”I really should just leave you here this way until I come back as a punishment.” She got up and went to the bathroom to clean herself. When she came back, she brought a wet towel and started to wash my lower parts, never making a move to unfasten my nylon fetters. I pleaded with her to let me come along, promising I would be a good boy. “What do you mean you will be a good boy, if I should take you along, you would have to be a good girl.” “Anything you say I will be, but please don’t leave me like this, please.” “OK then, I will take you along but: you will really have to concentrate on being a good girl and not get excited again. You will not be allowed to wear any panties or any cache-sex. Your dress has a lot of room under the petticoats and the narrow one might hold you down a little, but I cannot guarantee that a real erection would not be noticeable. Agreed?” “Of course, I agree, anything you want, but please untie me now and let me come along.”She released me, I put on my dress and the three petticoats, checked my makeup and my hat and off we went. When I got the wrap that Sylvia had given me and which was really nothing but a long shawl of taffeta which I put around my shoulders, I noticed that I had to be very careful with my decollete. When I drew both shoulders forward, my breasts lay quite open in their nest of lace and anybody standing at my side or in front of me while I bent forward a little bit, could see them in their entire beauty. Well, I would be careful to avoid this — or wouldn’t I? Maybe I could tease some unsuspecting male a little bit by allowing him some glimpses now and then.We went to the car. I was shivering a little bit in the cold November evening. Walking on the high heels with small steps, hearing the clicking of my heels on the concrete and feeling the petticoats swinging and softly touching my legs made me shiver too but from excitement.Sylvia started the motor and turned the car into the traffic heading for Mougins, which is a little town on the route to Grasse. While she was concentrating on the night-driving, I thought I had a good chance to take up the question of the corsets again without risking immediate reprisal. “Say, Sylvia, why do I have to wear corsets all the time when none of the other girls at our school is wearing one? Corsets have long gone out of style and girls are even running around with no bras now. How come you make me wear one all the time?”She was seemingly ignoring the criticism in my words. Here tone was the tone of a patient mother explaining the facts of life to her c***d: “Look, you are a boy, right?” “Right.” “And therefore you have the body of a boy. — Or don’t you have a prick like boys do?” “Yes I do.” “See, the body of a boy is different from a girl’s body. Now it is true, you have very pretty girlish breasts, but the basic structure of your body is still boyish and therefore we need the corset to correct this. Your waist is too wide in relation to your hips. Now we could pad your hips and your behind to correct the relation to feminine standards. But this would ruin your figure as a whole. You would just look like a fat bottomed housewife. I therefore took the other alternative: reducing the waist to get the correct relation to your slim hips. This looks much better as you can see any time you look into a mirror. Slim hips make you a first rate model for dresses but only if they go together with an even slimmer, well-defined waist and since you do not have one naturally, we create one with the help of the corsets. Isn’t this obvious even to your little birdbrain?””Yes, I understand this, but I do not have to have the perfect figure. I did not choose to wear girls’ clothes and if I look bad in them, you are responsible for it. You started it all. I want to wear comfortable clothes like jeans and T-shirts and baseball boots instead of blouses, tight skirts and high heels. They are so uncomfortable for a real boy.” “Now listen to the cheap imitation macho! Your comfort is all you ever care about. But who ogles girls in high heels and tight skirts and sweaters all the time and whistles after them? Who wants to see us wear these things? It’s you and your kind. But you were right with one thing: I am responsible for what you wear. Therefore, and while you brought up the subject: I do not want to hear any objections from you if I tell you to wear something. My decision from this moment on is to be final and has to go undisputed by you whatever I tell you to wear — and this includes not only your clothes and all of them from shoes to hats and from lingerie to coats, but also makeup, jewelry and everything that influences you appearance. Is that clear?”I was sorry that I ever touched the subject. I tried to get around an answer by just keeping quiet. “Is that clear? I asked you something!” she insisted. “Watch this curve!” I tried to change the subject but to no avail. “Don’t interfere with my driving. If you do not like it, you can get out and walk home or take the bus.”She brought the car to a stop and turned to me. “Let us settle this right here and now. I want you to promise me solemnly not to object to any of my wishes concerning what you have to wear and how you should look. And if I want you to walk down the Croisette in nothing but a corset and high heels on Christmas eve you will do this without a word of protest.”This was crazy and horrifying and yet the thought stirred strange feelings in me when I envisioned this strange picture: me in high heels and corset, my breasts jiggling up and down for everyone to see, my naked behind swinging with every mincing step I took and my prick sticking out in front of me, walking down the Croisette among busy last day Christmas shoppers. The thought was terrifying but at the same time it caused strange sensations deep within me. Sylvia eyed me curiously, she seemed to be reading my mind.”Well, give me an answer now. And if you don’t want to give me this promise, you may as well get out of the car here and now and get lost because I never want to see you again.” She even leaned across me and opened the door on my side to emphasize her threat. The cold breeze crept under my skirts and again made me shiver. Or was it the decision I had to make now? I knew I would give myself into her hands completely now, If I surrendered to her wish, and I was to be a man, and it was for the man to tell his wife what to do and not the other way around. But there was this little voice in me that told me of the sweetness of surrendering to the wishes of a woman, to succumb to her will and I saw pictures of me in beautiful dresses with Sylvia showing me off to her friends. I was torn between the two sides in me: the rational reasoning “you have to be a man” and the troubling emotions dragging me into Sylvia’s net.”Well, what is it now, have you reached your decision, do you want to walk home?” That did it. I simply could not leave the car in the middle of nowhere miles from the next house dressed just in a cocktail frock and skimpy high heeled sandals which were made for a polished dance floor but not for a rough country road. My rationality suddenly sided with my emotions.”OK, I promise,” I heard myself say, still not sure whether I meant it. But there would certainly come a better occasion to discuss this promise with Sylvia than in a dark night on a country road with her holding all the trump cards.”All right darling, you will not regret it. I will make you so pretty, you will love it.” She leaned over again and closed the door. I was still in a daze. “And I promise you not to send you down the Croisette in just high heels and a corset — at least I would give you a mink coat to wear over it.” This picture again stirred my emotions and I cuddled against her to seek shelter and comfort with her warm body. The tension slowly slacked off when Sylvia started the car again and continued our trip to Mougins.It was exactly as the Guide Michelin had promised: the food was excellent, the wine great and the prices out of this world. But we did not care tonight. We both enjoyed dinner immensely and not just the food and wine but also the attention we got not only from the waiters but from everybody who saw us. We apparently made quite a hit with the male population up there in the mountains. Of course, there were actually no locals present. All of the guests had come here from the cities and towns along the Cote d’Azur. Most of them reeked of money and some were even very good looking.One or two invented some business that required getting up from their tables and pass ours a few times and each time they passed, I had to turn their way and reach for my purse or my napkin and lean over a little bit, playing peek-a-boo with my decollete. Several times I could see that their stride suddenly changed and they somehow seemed to bend over a little from their hips so as to reduce some strain. I could well imagine the reason for this and I smiled inwardly. Outside I was quite innocent looking and seemingly oblivious to what was going on and what troubles I had caused. Sylvia however had instantly become aware of what I was up to and I earned several kicks in the shin from her. “Don’t do this, you little cock teaser,” she hissed to me, “you just wait till I get you outside, I will make you pay for this.” But I enjoyed this little play so much, I wouldn’t stop.It was about 10:00 or 10:30 p.m. when we finished our meal leisurely and Sylvia had paid the bill. This is the good thing about plastic money: you do not feel as bad just signing the slip, as you would if you had to hand over a big stack of big notes in hard cash.Before we went out Sylvia led me into the ladies room which at the moment was quite deserted. Once inside she stepped behind me. “Give me your hands,” she ordered. I complied and before I could realize what was happening, she had knotted a stay-lace around each wrist. She then pulled down my gown in the back just enough to get at the top lacing of my corset, threaded the stay-laces through it and began pulling. My wrists were suddenly anchored at my shoulder blades and she knotted the ends of the laces together. The whole operation had taken about twenty seconds or so.”What are you doing — you cannot make me go outside like this. We have to cross the whole restaurant to get to the entrance.” “Of course, I can and I will. That’s your punishment for being such a cock teaser. People should see that you are being punished for your bad behavior. But I will show mercy. I will arrange your wrap so your predicament will not be too obvious. Only people familiar with such things will notice anything out of the ordinary.” She d****d the taffeta wrap around me from the front and knotted it high on the back so that its long ends covered my bound arms completely as I could see in the mirror.”All right, off we go.” She simply turned around and left the ladies room letting me stand there. I hurried right behind her trying to walk as nonchalantly and looking as inconspicuously as possible keeping close to Sylvia and averting all looks from the people around us. We finally made it to the street but not without a detour through half of the restaurant because Sylvia wanted to go back to our table to check that we did not forget anything, always with me in tow.I was quite disheartened when we reached the car. Sylvia opened the door for me and motioned me to get in. “I can’t with my hands tied like that.” “Oh yes you can.” She turned me around with my back to the open door, held one hand behind my neck and shoved the other into my groin, doubling me up like a jackknife. I fell into the seat when I lost my balance and my legs flew up. Sylvia grabbed them and simply turned them into the car. “See how simple it is? But we will have to rehearse this some more some other time to teach you to do it more gracefully. “Please untie me,” I begged. “Why, does it hurt?” “No it doesn’t but what will people say if they see me this way?” “Nobody can see it in the car.” With this she went around to the driver’s side, got in and started our descend toward Cannes.When we had parked the car, Sylvia suggested a night cap at the bar of the hotel. I agreed but begged her to release my arms before we went there or I would rather not go. “Why this? Nobody noticed it at the restaurant, so why should somebody see it here? It’s very late already and there won’t be many people around anyway. And you have to be punished for your cock- teasing back there, you know that. But if you don’t want to come along, suit yourself and go upstairs. However you will have to go to the concierge and get the key first and I wonder how you would explain to him that you take it between your lips.” So what could I do but agree to come along. All she would do, was adjust the wrap at my shoulders and my back so my bound arms were at least not too obvious.We crossed the empty hall and went into the bar. There were about two or three couples that were very engrossed with each other and did not pay any attention and one table with four or five people engaged in a heated conversation who couldn’t care less who else was around.We sat down at the bar on the high bar stools and Sylvia ordered a bottle of champagne. “Don’t you think this is too much for the two of us?” “Don’t worry, we can take the rest upstairs. I am not going to ruin the good memory of the wine at the restaurant with some ghastly concoctions of different spirits and waters that remind me of the waste of a chemical plant.” “But, please now let me free, I can’t get a drink this way, pretty please.” I pleaded with her.”All right then, if you insist, I won’t keep you tied against your will — but remember, punishment time is not over yet.” I turned my back to her and she cut off the strings that had held my arms in a double hammer lock. Was I glad to be able to take down my arms! I had to stretch them for a few seconds to get the stiffness out. Sylvia suddenly reached into my decollete, unfastened some snaps and with a flick of her hand removed the lace insert that had covered my tits. “You were showing your titties all around at the restaurant without my permission. Now you have it, now you can flaunt them anyway you like.”All I could do was to quickly fold my arms across my breasts and sit very still, hoping that nobody had watched what had happened, but evidently nobody paid any attention to us. I wanted to grab my wrap to cover myself but Sylvia had already snatched it away from me and announced she would go upstairs and change her shoes because the ones she was wearing were a little uncomfortable. Before I could decide if it was better to follow her or just stay put, she was gone and had taken my wrap with her. Here I was sitting in a public bar with bare tits all alone. What if some man were to just wander in and sit down next to me — I was too afraid to picture the inevitable consequences. I shivered.But to my luck nobody came until Sylvia returned after a few minutes. She held her glass high and said cheers to me. I did not know how to respond. I could not raise my glass without uncovering myself. So I just sipped from it trying to hold my arms over my bosom in the most natural looking possible way. Although I was not tied now, I could not use my arms as I wanted; in reality, I was still in bondage.Sylvia clearly enjoyed herself and the situation and chatted away about the clothes we had bought and that I needed another purse and more stockings and about the school and the other girls and on and on. The champagne had rekindled her spirits thoroughly. I was not tired either but for me the situation was much less enjoyable.After some time, two other girls came into the bar. Both were very elegantly dressed in short evening gowns. They sat next to us at the bar. The barman had just stepped out to get something from the kitchen and they could not get a drink right away. “Boy, what a night — we were lucky to get away alive,” I heard one of them say. “Yes, but the show was good and they were very responsive. Maybe we were coming on a little too strong for them. They got a bit over-enthusiastic at the end,” the other replied. “I need a drink right away.” “I, too, where is the barman?”Sylvia took up the conversation with them: “He just went out to fetch something, he will be back soon. But in the meantime allow me to invite you to share our champagne, it’s too much for the two of us anyhow.” The girls accepted gracefully and soon we were all drinking champagne and talking. It turned out that they had played at a private party in Antibes but were staying at our hotel. They were from Paris and had come down just for this party. They told us the name of the show they had worked in Paris, but I had not heard of it before. They explained, that at the end they did something like a reverse striptease, coming onto the stage undressed and slowly and with much ado they would dress each other for a night out, talking about the boyfriends they were going to meet and how the night would probably end. When they were completely dressed, they would step down from the stage and walk through the audience just as two other guests and disappear in the back.We chatted along with them, they were very funny and we laughed a lot about their stories. After a little while we introduced each other and another bottle of champagne later we had already reached the first name stage. They were Lise and Louise, Lise (in French this rhymes with freeze) being the taller one, a stunning redhead who was obviously in command. Louise was a charming brunette, less extroverted and as I watched them I noticed that Louise was paying a lot of attention to Lise’s actions and whenever she needed some help, a match, a napkin or just the right word for her tale, Louise would be there to supply what was needed. Lise took this absolutely for granted and did not even acknowledge the help.We were the last guests and even the barman grew a little impatient with us, disappearing for longer and longer periods, always hoping that we would be gone when he returned.The conversation became more and more erotic, all these stories about the strip shows and the reaction of the men — we were suddenly teasing each other about our erotic preferences and such things. Sylvia suddenly took me by my hands and spread my arms wide. “Well, what do you think about our little cock-teasing friend here, sitting all night at a bar with bare titties?” She drew me down from the bar stool and started dancing with me around the room, still holding my hands. Suddenly my petticoats began to slide down and soon rested on the floor. I did not grasp how this could have happened, but there they were on the dance floor. Sylvia continued to whirl me around so that the other girls saw my back. Oops — it suddenly dawned on me that not only my bosom was bare, but my bottom was completely naked too as the velvet overskirt left my entire lower back uncovered. Sylvia, the sly fox, must have cut the strings that held up my petticoats when she cut the strings that held my arms.Lise and Louise started to applaud us and joined our dancing. “Great show, excellent!” Suddenly I was dancing with Lise cheek to cheek. Lise did have very roaming hands and intermittently caressed my bosom and my backside. Sylvia seemed to have as much fun with Louise. Sylvia suddenly stopped and said: “Why don’t we all go up to our suite — it’s much more comfortable there and we’ll have a lot of fun.” Everybody agreed at once. Lise took the champagne bottle along and I tried to get hold of my petticoats, but Sylvia had already snatched them up and led the way across the hall to the elevators. I had no choice but to follow her in my shocking state of dress. Luckily nobody seemed to notice us, not the concierge nor the doorman nor the bellboy — or they were just too well trained to let anything on.When we got to our rooms, the first thing Sylvia said was: “Let’s fix up our little cock-teaser here so she cannot tease us too.” She proceeded to tie me up with the stockings in the same way as she had tied me before we left with my arms anchored behind my neck, elbows sticking up. “Here Louise, go ahead and tease her a little, so she gets to know what she did to the men all night long. Don’t be afraid, she is quite harmless this way.”We were — except me with my naked tits and bum — all still fully dressed, I had even my little veiled hat still on and the long gloves.Louise came over to me and started caressing my breasts and my bottom, kissing my nipples that had been excited and erect for the whole evening, kissing me deeply on the mouth playing with my tongue, twirling my nipples with her fingers, never giving me a chance to relax. I started moaning and rubbed myself against her body. Of course, my prick had risen during these activities to its fullest dimensions and was now pressing hard against her body.”Hey, what is this,” she suddenly drew back and lifted my skirt, grabbing my prick. “Lise, look what I found here!” “OK, darling, you know how to handle this situation, go ahead you have my blessings,” Lise just threw one glance over to us, registering the fact that this other girl, I, had a prick and was really a boy with not more amazement than she might register a compliment by her hairdresser. She was deeply entangled with Sylvia on the bed and left Louise to pursue her own interests. Louise started right away by taking my hard prick into her warm, soft mouth, licking and sucking it, moving up and down its shaft.”Don’t drain her completely, I want to have a go at her too later on,” Lise shouted from the bed after a short while. Louise continued her ministrations to my cock with great expertise, never letting me come, always driving me to the brink but never pushing me over it.It was a very troubling picture that I saw in the big mirror. There was I, still in my dress with hat and long gloves, my hands tied, unable to do anything, perched on my high heels and having a beautiful girl suck my cock. I almost swooned but I did not want to lose even one second of this.Suddenly she stopped. “Now it’s your time, baby.” With that she got up from the floor and helped me to kneel down in front of her. She reached under her skirt and took down her panties, then raised the skirt up to her hips.I thought somebody had touched me with a live wire: from under her skirt appeared a cock just as big and just as hard as mine. I backed off: “Sylvia, Louise has a cock, she is a boy!” I shouted. “Well, now you know it too. What do you think I am riding on here — Lise has one too and a beauty it is too. I don’t know what you especially should find so shocking about it. Enjoy yourself with it. You should know what pleases a cock most.”I couldn’t do very much anyway, Louise had pressed her big thing into my open mouth and started to really fuck my mouth. I had to take care that I got enough air between her thrusts. She was so excited, that it took her only seconds to shoot her load into my throat. I just had to swallow it all, I would have gagged otherwise. She did not take it out right away but urged me to suck it dry and lick it clean. I complied, I was too dazed by this surprising and totally unexpected turn of events, I just did was I was asked to do, not thinking at all.Meanwhile back at the bed things seemed to have progressed to the final stage too if I interpreted the sounds emanating from this direction correctly. When I turned, I saw Sylvia, still fully dressed too, riding up and down in sheer ecstasy and Lise thrusting from below, moaning and rolling her head from side to side deliriously until suddenly both collapsed like punctured tires.Louise had picked me up from my kneeling position and started again to fondle me, my tits, my bottom and my prick that still stood straight like a flagpole. I was really frustrated. Everybody else had come already, only I had been denied relief from my tension and desires. But tied up as I was, I was helpless, I could not do anything about it.”Come here darling,” Sylvia had noticed my gloomy looks, “now we will all make you happy. But first let’s all get undressed a little more. Untie her please, will you, Lise?” Lise came over to me and undid the knots in the stockings that held my wrists to the back of my neck. She then unzipped my dress in the back and let me step out of it. Sylvia had shed her dress too and since she had not worn anything under it but a garterbelt and stockings, she was quite naked now. Louise had also taken off her dress but she had a beautiful corset underneath to which her stockings were tightly gartered. When Lise was finished with me, she too took off her dress and revealed a very sexy corset too. Both boy-girls had really pretty tits too.”See,” Sylvia pointed out to me right away, “all boy-girls have to wear corsets.” She was not one to let a good chance slip away to make a point. It was only much later that I learned, that these corsets of Lise and Louise were part of their show. People apparently got a special kick out of watching these girls on the stage lacing each other into their corsets.We all were in a sexy state of undress now. We all had a glass of champagne from the bottle we had brought up from the bar and standing together we caressed each others bodies. Sylvia took the now soft penises of Lise and Louise and slowly began to masturbate them. “Let’s see if we cannot instill a little life into these sorry looking little creatures.” She was obviously succeeding as soon again their pricks seemed to show some life and began to rise again.I started nestling with my hairpins to take off my hat without pulling out too many hairs. Sylvia stepped behind me to help me but when I finally had untangled the hairpins from the hairs, she had cunningly threaded the stockings, that were still knotted around my wrists through the stoking around my neck again and pulled my arms to my back, fastening them as they had been before. Again I was completely helpless and in the power of the other girls. Strangely enough this did nothing to diminish my excitement, on the contrary, when I realized what was going on, my prick that had slackened down a bit during my fumbling with my hair sprung up again and betrayed my innermost emotions like a compass needle.Sylvia directed Louise to lie down on the bed on her back and me to kneel astride her in the old 69-position. Sylvia gave me a little push and when I fell forward, she directed my fall so that Louise’s penis slipped directly into my mouth. As I could not use my arms to support me, I could not get up again, all I could do was to lick and suck the growing rod. Sylvia pushed a pillow between my shoulders and Louise’s groin so I could move my head more freely. Louise helped by moving her ass in all directions. She had pushed a big pillow under her head and taken my prick into her mouth, licking and sucking it as I did hers. My ass was sticking out big and round at the edge of the bed.After a few minutes of quiet sucking and licking Sylvia suddenly announced “And now my dear girl we will pop your cherry.” I couldn’t see what she was up to and was taken by surprise when she suddenly started to massage my anus. She had put a little cream on her finger and began to shove it in and out the tight hole. “Just relax, don’t clench your cheeks together, just relax, doesn’t this feel good?” I remembered that it is impolite to speak with a full mouth so I did not answer. I really was ashamed to let on that I liked it a lot, but I am afraid that by my movements she undoubtedly saw that she caused me great pleasure.Suddenly she stopped and I felt something bigger at my asshole, pushing and prying to gain entrance and soon succeeding.”My god, I am being fucked up the ass!” The thought terrified me but at the same time it caused such a sensation within me that it took only a few minutes more to bring me to orgasm — the strongest, most intense that I ever had reached. I cried in ecstasy and finally slumped to the side totally spent.When I recovered, I tried to sort out the thoughts that started flashing through my mind. Was I gay now? I had had sex with two boys — or had I? They were girls — weren’t they? They dressed like girls, they looked and smelled like girls, they even had girls’ bodies with real tits — they must be girls — but they had pricks and I had sucked one and had been fucked by another one in the ass. Girls did not have pricks. I had a prick too and consequently I was a boy — but I looked like a girl too and today I really had felt like a girl, I even had teased the men at the restaurant with my sexy body. Was I really still a boy? And I had been fucked like a girl, did that make me a girl now? The champagne had made me dizzy. Was I just drunk and imagining things? Was all this just a dream — a dream — a dream — a dream …?I must have passed out then. When I woke up, it was bright day already. I tried to recall the events of the previous evening but I did not know if all the things that I seemed to remember really had happened or if I had just dreamed them. Sylvia was in the bathroom, I heard her sing in the shower. I still had on my corset, stockings and gloves but somebody had untied my hands. I was alone. I got up with a strong urge to go to the toilet. When Sylvia heard me entering the bathroom, she greeted me: “Hello, good morning lazy bones, did you finally wake up? It’s close to eleven already and I have ordered a nice brunch for half past eleven. So hurry, remove your makeup, take a shower and put on your corset, slip into a negligee, and put on fresh makeup. Lise and Louise will be over for brunch and I want you to look presentable.”While I was getting myself ready, I asked Sylvia why she didn’t seem surprised by the fact that Lise and Louise were boys in dresses. “Well, they told us, didn’t you hear it?” “I heard nothing of the sort.” “Well they did not exactly tell us they had pricks, but they told us that they had worked in Paris at the Carrousel and at Madame Arthur’s — and everybody knows, that these shows are all male. All of the showgirls really are boys. Some are transvestites who just dress as girls, many are transsexuals who ultimately go through the operations to become girls completely. At first I just did not know of which kind Lise and Louise were, but I had checked this already down at the bar with some casual touches and knew what to expect.” “Then why didn’t you tell me?” “And ruin your surprise? No way baby, I wanted you to find it out for yourself.”Half an hour later I was scrubbed clean, perfectly made up and had my hair set. I was wearing a negligee set of dark blue satin with lots of lace around the shoulders, at the long cuffs and around the hem. On my feet I had a pair of high heeled pretty blue velvet mules covered with gold embroidery. Sylvia had asked me to put on my corset again, but under the wide nightgown and negligee I thought it was not necessary — I would probably have to put it on later anyway when we would depart, but I wanted to be free of it as long as I could. I supposed Sylvia could not see whether I wore one, because the folds of the satin would hide my forms thoroughly. Actually I did not even wear panties or a cache-sex under my nightgown.Half past eleven the room service wheeled in a table stacked with all delicacies imaginable and set the table for four in our salon. Five minutes later Lise and Louise walked in. They looked great, almost like twins. They wore floor length morning gowns in an identical design: they had wide, large collars that left the shoulders almost bare with a plunging neckline. They were buttoned all the way down to the hem like coats. They had short but big puffed sleeves and a narrow waist. Their skirts widened all the way down to the hem and stood out all around, the skirts must have had a stiffening lining to make them stand out that way. The material was moire taffeta, Lise’s was emerald green, Louise’s ruby red. When they passed me, I saw they both wore high heeled mules with swan downs on their insteps.”Well, how do we look? These coats actually are the costumes we make our entrance in for our “reverse striptease act” that we told you about yesterday. We come in wearing these and after some going back and forth to show them off we start taking them off. Of course, we do it slowly and teasingly, starting to unbutton them from the hem up, let the audience see our legs first, then unbutton the top and let them have a glimpse of our tits and then take them off altogether with our backs to the audience.””What are you wearing underneath then?” I asked Lise, who was explaining and at the same time doing it together with Louise just as if they were on the stage.”Well, that depends on where we work and for what kind of an audience. If it is a public hall or theater, we wear our corsets half laced and keep our pricks well hidden. If it is a nightclub with a sophisticated clientele, we wear at least panties, but we make sure, that one can see the male bulge in them to physically prove beyond anybody’s doubt that we do have male equipment. And sometimes, if we work at a wild stag party or for a similar private audience, we are stark naked underneath and make sure, our pricks are showing their full dimensions, if not erect. This usually shocks the guys completely. First seeing us as perfect females, then our male pricks and then have them watch us turn into girls in beautiful dresses again.”Today they wore their corsets but no panties and their penises really were half erect. Instead of taking of their coats, they put them back on again and sat down at the table.”You know, the big crescendo comes at the end, after we laced each others corsets and are all dressed up to go. We appear to switch out the lights on the stage. At the same moment the house lights come on and we leave the stage through the audience — mingling with the other people just like some normal, if exquisitely dressed girls. Sometimes — like, for instance, last night at this private party — we have to be very fast to reach the exit safely. But ordinarily we take our time, usually in theaters, to slowly walk up the aisle, even flirting with some men from the audience. People usually crane their necks so far that they are in danger to dislocate a disc, just to watch us walk out to the last moment.””Sounds exciting, but do start to eat now, please, the coffee is not getting any hotter, neither are the eggs,” Sylvia invited everybody and soon we were all having a delicious brunch.”You know, our little darling here,” Sylvia sometime later began, looking at me, “really could use some training in feminine movements like you just showed us with your big entrance. She has been in skirts for only three days, so her former personality still shows through sometimes. Louise, why don’t you show her how to disrobe sexily and with feminine charm. Go ahead and give her a demonstration and show her how to do it.” “Great idea!” Lise seconded her. “Go ahead you two, give us a show.”Louise got up and motioned me to follow her. She first walked with me around the room, correcting the way I set my steps, the way I held my hands and arms and much more. After a few minutes she started to take off her coat again, telling me to follow her lead, showing me how to step out of my negligee and dropping my nightgown sexily.”Hey you little imp,” Sylvia shouted when I was naked, “didn’t I tell you to put on your corset this morning? You thought you were clever enough to pull a fast one on me, eh? No such chance! Or did you forget what you promised me yesterday? You promised to always dress just as I requested it and I distinctly told you to put on your corset this morning. Not later on. This morning is what I said. Well, if you think you can rebel against my wishes, you will have to face the consequences. First: Louise, please get her corset from the bedroom and lace her into it — and tightly, until the sides meet. I told you, you would not have to close it all the way,” she was speaking to me again, “but as a punishment you will have to wear your corsets laced to the limit now for a whole week, day and night.”I was crestfallen and tried to explain, that I hadn’t understood her words to mean to put the corset on under the nightgown, but she didn’t relent.Louise came and on her face I could see she was delighted to have the opportunity to lace me in. She started right away and did it expertly. To my greatest sorrow my prick started to grow and grow with every pull she took. When she was finally done, it was quite agitated and fully erect. When Lise discovered it, she cried out “Look what we got here! Why don’t we bury it in some nice, warm, dark place.” She got up from the table and came to us. “Turn around and bend over this stuffed chair here.” She directed Louise toward it, pulling me along. She turned back to the table and dipped her finger into the butter, which she then rubbed into Louise’s ass. “All set now, do your best, she loves it — at least she loved it an hour ago with me.” And she guided my hard prick to Louise’s ass. I shoved and shoved and soon entered her round behind. I reached around her and held on to her tits, kneading them and playing with her nipples. Soon she was moaning with pleasure and from the way she moved her ass and pressed it against me, I could see she liked it a lot. One of her hands went down to her cock and started to massage it. I was so excited, it only took a few more minutes for me to reach the top and shoot my load into her.”Hey, you are a spoil sport. Haven’t you learned yet that you have to withhold your orgasm until the lady you are with has reached hers?” Lise scolded me, when I withdrew from Louise exhausted. “Just look what state you left her in.” When Louise slumped into the big chair, her prick stood up like a flagpole. “Well, do something about it, use your mouth and I don’t mean for talking,” Lise continued. Louise pulled me around facing her and made me kneel down in front of her, grabbing my head with both hands and directing my mouth over her prick. I opened my mouth and started to suck and lick its head, letting my tongue play around its rim, taking it into my mouth entirely, letting it slip out, licking and sucking away as best as I could and stroking up and down its shaft with my hand. It seemed to please her a lot and after some minutes, I felt the hot semen spurt into my mouth.”Now that our two love-slaves have had their pleasure, I think they should serve us in the same way,” Sylvia suggested. Lise was all for it. The show that we had presented apparently had started their juices flowing too. They called us and made us kneel in front of them. They raised their skirts and spread their legs. “Come hear my little darling and show me what a versatile tongue you have. After that nice big cock it can now go to work on my eagerly waiting little clit.” She had moved to the very front of her chair to give me easy access to her sweet cunt. Before I was covered with her skirt, I could see that Louise was eagerly engulfing Lise’s big and erect prick. I did my very best to please Sylvia as I had done so many times before and led her to several quivering orgasms before she raised her skirts and let me free again.”Well,” she finally stated “This was a very nice and exciting morning, but I think we should all get dressed now and pack our things. Are you flying back to Paris today?” she asked Lise. “Yes, there is a plane at four p.m. from Nice, we are booked on that.” “Great, then we can take you to the airport before we return to our school.”Louise had already put her coat back on and was about to leave. Lise halted for a moment and took up a plastic bag that she had deposited at the door when she had come in. It bore the label of the “Lise and Louise Boutique” in Paris. Last night at the bar they had already told us that doing shows was more of a hobby for them now and mainly their work consisted of running their own boutique on the left bank, on the Boulevard Saint Michel to be exact.”Here I brought you a little “bag of tricks” with some items which I used in training Louise, I don’t need them right now and I am sure these will be put to good use by you, if you plan on training Renee some more. She seems in need of some training as she appears to be a little sassy sometimes. This will certainly her dampen spirits a bit and prevent her from shooting off her mouth.” “Well thank you! It’s just what I had in mind to get for her anyway, but down here these things are hard to get. I had planned to do some shopping in Paris during the holidays. But I am glad to have this now.” Sylvia was pleasantly surprised when she looked into the bag. I was curious of what this bag may contain, but I didn’t dare ask, because the hints of Lise did not sound as if the contents would bring much enjoyment to me and I did not want to provoke an immediate demonstration.We agreed to meet in the hall in 30 minutes and hurried to get our things together. We packed all the new things that we had bought into two big suitcases that we had brought for this purpose. The skirt and sweater ensemble I had worn yesterday was packed too. Sylvia laid out a chic little skirted suit of dark red wool for me to wear. Its jacket had a velvet collar and sleeves with little puffed shoulders and upturned velvet cuffs. When I put it on later, it turned out to be very tight in the waist and it accented my hips with a peplum with large soft folds. With it came a pink organza blouse which closed in the back in the Victorian style with a high collar reaching almost to my chin and with leg-o’-mutton sleeves.Before I put it on, I had to repair my makeup, draw on my stockings which were the same color as the suit and slip on black high heeled pumps. When I put the skirt on, which barely covered the knees, I discovered that since I had tried it on at the boutique not only the waist had been altered to my corseted size but also the slit in the back that had allowed normal steps had disappeared and my legs were quite hobbled by the skirt. However, not wanting to risk another reprisal, I kept my mouth shut about it and let it go at that.Just when we were ready to walk out the door, Sylvia dug into the bag Lise had brought and took something out. She told me to turn around and fold my hands on my back. I heard two clicks and couldn’t move my arms anymore. When I looked back over my shoulder into the mirror behind me, I saw my wrists encircled by a pair of shining golden handcuffs.”Please don’t make me go down like that,” I begged, but instead of removing the handcuffs Sylvia just gave me a flat handbag to hold. “This way nobody will see your fetters. Just walk naturally and nobody will notice anything.” With that she shoved me out the door. Downstairs, she paid our bill and asked to have our bags brought down and put into the car. Lise and Louise came down too. While we waited for the bags, we stood in the hall chatting. I was embarrassed having to stand there with my hands tied on my back. I leaned with my back to the cashiers high desk and hoped nobody would notice my predicament but I think I saw some sly glances in my direction by two bellboys. Nobody however said anything. The staff of big hotels probably sees so many strange people, they overlook such things with stoic professionalism. Lise suddenly rummaged in the “bag of tricks” and came up with a good handful of gold chains “You should wear a necklace really,” she said and proceeded to fasten one tightly around my neck. I couldn’t see it yet, but it had an intricate design like a choker, almost two inches wide with a big golden ornament in front. It fitted my neck very snugly. Not that it hurt, but I could feel it all around my neck. I was about to say “Thank you, Lise!” when she suddenly affixed a golden chain leash to the ornament and gave the looped end to Sylvia. Instead of me, Sylvia said “Thank you, Lise!” and quietly turned around to walk out to the car, leading me on the leash. I hoped the earth would open up and swallow me, but no such luck. All I could do was follow her. I cannot describe the feelings that befell me as I was led through the now busy Hotel hall on a leash fixed to my collar, I still shiver thinking back to it.Finally we were all sitting in the car and on our way to Nice Airport. Sylvia went all the way down the Croisette until she missed the left turn to go to the highway to Nice and I told her so. “Please let me drive, I know where I am going and if I need your advice, I’ll ask for it.” I was sitting in the front seat and Lise behind me. Suddenly Lise reached around my head and told me to open my mouth wide. As I started to ask her why, she shoved a rounded, oblong object into my mouth somewhat larger than a golf ball. It was made of a strong elastic material and filled with some kind of thick fluid or gel because it adapted itself immediately to the inside of my mouth, filling it completely when I closed it. A little chain ran through it and I felt it being pulled back and then heard a little click when the ends were locked together. I was very thoroughly gagged. “That will stop all unwanted back-seat driving,” she stated flatly as she let herself fall back into her seat.I could not close my mouth completely over the thick gag but managed to close my lips over it in the attempt to hide it from the view of others. I couldn’t even protest or object, it all had happened so fast. Lise must have had considerable practice fastening the necklace with the chain and the gag judging by the time it had required to put both on me and I pitied Louise who probably had been the subject Lise had practiced on. Strange as it may seem, the terrible situation I found myself in, thrilled me to the bones. Sure, I was gagged and led on a leash and my hands were fettered on my back, but somehow this and the fact that I was dressed as a girl all caused a whole avalanche of pleasant sensations in me. I tried to push them back as I knew it to be wrong for a boy to have such feelings, but I did not succeed. In spite of the fact that I was tightly corseted, gagged and had my hands bound behind my back, the only way to describe my innermost feelings was bliss. I never knew I had this in me, but there was no way of denying it now.While we were driving and I was left to my thoughts, I let the events of last night and this morning pass in review. Something troubled me again. I never had liked men. I had never found any erotic attraction whatsoever in their bodies even if they were aesthetically perfect. Yet yesterday and today technically I had made love with two boys and had thoroughly enjoyed it. It must have been that I had not seen boys in them despite their pricks, but had been attracted to them as girls according to the appearance of their bodies. I had simply just seen the girls in them and if they had pricks, well then they had been girls with pricks but still girls. So really I had not made love with boys, I had made love with girls. And if I had permitted Lise to fuck me, it was that I at this moment felt so much like a girl myself, that it was the natural way of making love. So we had made love to each other as two girls would do. The only sensible conclusion therefore was, that I was a girl who had had a lesbian affair. When I had reached this result, my troubled mind quieted down and I again drifted into the state of elation that had been interrupted by my thought stream.Before we left Lise and Louise at the airport, they made us promise to visit them in Paris during the coming Christmas holidays. They invited us to their home, where we could stay and feel comfortable. Sylvia turned the car around and waved a cheery good-bye to the two chic girls. As they were standing there negotiating with the sky-captain, nobody could have the slightest suspicion that they both really were boys in girls’ dresses.We soon turned north to the road to Grasse and were on our way back to the school.”These were two rather eventful and I think important days for you, my dear,” Sylvia began in a sober tone. “I hope you understand, that your position and status in life has completely changed during these days. You are no longer a boy at all. It is not only that you are now wearing girls clothes. You have been fucked like a girl and sucked cocks like a girl. So now you really are a girl. And presently you are corseted, gagged and bound. That means you are a slave too. My slave to be exact. You already promised to obey me in all my wishes regarding your appearance. Now I want you to promise me that you will accept me as your mistress, your absolute mistress, your owner.””I do not offer you any inducements, I do not make any promises — well except maybe that I will never injure you, I may have to hurt you now and then, but I will not cause you real injuries. Now it is your decision alone. You can either accept it or we will part and go our separate ways. If you do not accept, I shall turn around, get you some jeans and other boys stuff, take you to the train station and you can go home. If you accept, you will live with me as a girl and as my chattel at least until we finish school. I do not want you to make a decision now for any longer time. But for the next two years this is what your position in life will be and there will be no escaping. Think about it for a moment and then tell me.”Somehow I had known since we stepped into the car that it would come to this, but now I was still surprised when it really happened. However, the feelings that I had experienced during the last days and especially during the last hour or so were so overwhelming, that I really had no free choice. I could not go back to jeans and sweaters after I had tasted the joys of wearing girls clothes even if they were much less comfortable. I could not give up the feeling of receiving approving or envious glances by other people, men and women alike, for my elegant and fashionable appearance, nor could I give up the delights that Sylvia had caused me during the last days, even if it meant to be totally subjected by her. The venom of subjugation was already in my veins and I did not have the power to break away.After a while, when Sylvia asked me “Well, what is your decision, do we go on or turn around. Do you accept me as your absolute mistress?” I could only nod my head in silent agreement. “I expected you to accept. I will make you very happy, darling.” Sylvia turned her full attention to her driving again and sped through the narrow curves on our way back to the castle.

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Brad Knocks up PaigePaige was an athlete, because of this she had an amazing body, at 5’6 weighing 115 lbs to go with her medium dirty blonde hair, dark blue eyes, 30B size tits, and a big round firm ass, she was desired by all the boys. However she put sports and school above all else, and didn’t have time for boys. In fact even now at the age of 17 she had done nothing more than kiss a boy. Other than her friends occasionally talking about sex, she was rather clueless about it. Neither her nor her parents ever talked about sex, and the school taught nothing but abstinence. Her friends had been trying to convince her to go out with somebody, as she could get any guy she wanted, but time and time again she refused, until finally she gave into the peer pressure. She knew she could get any guy, and she chose Brad. Brad was 6’3 and muscular he was a sports star and had no problem getting all the girls, except Paige. Paige was friends with his sister Jordan, so he had seen her a lot and wanted to fuck her badly.she had turned him down several times So when came onto him he didn’t turn her down, regardless of him already being in a relationship. Now Brad had both the bad boy look, and the bad boy mentality, he would simply fuck Paige and toss her aside, like all the others. However it wouldn’t be that simple, Brad was going to give Paige a little present from their one time together. Brad had recently found some stuff online talking about guys who would fuck and knock up all the girls they could, and Brad, being the alpha male he was, wanted to try it. Unfortunately his girlfriend was both on the pill, and demanded condoms, but he knew from overhearing Paige and Jordan taking that Paige wouldn’t have either, and he knew Paige would make a perfect girl for him to knock up. So they would go out, secretly of course, neither of them telling anyone that they were seeing each other. After about a month of this Brad invited Paige to a party with him. He would pick her up, go back to his place for about an hour then leave. A perfect plan he thought, he knew when her period was, and based off that he figured she’d be ovulating on Saturday. So he’d fuck her at home, take her to the party, get her drunk, and get her to fuck some other guys, with protection this time of course. Well Saturday rolled around and everything was going according to plan, they were back at Brad’s house, with about an hour to spare. They were on his couch, making out, and he was beginning to make usual moves, when she stopped him, like always, and every other time he would stop, but not this time, he kept going, moving his hand further up her thigh until he was almost to her pussy. That’s when she broke off the kissing and told him he needed to stop. Unfortunately for Paige, Brad had a look that he gave girls that would make them almost impossible to say no, it worked perfectly on Paige.”Do I really have to stop?” Brad said giving her the look. She was left speechless so he continued. He bahis siteleri began to rub her pussy through her shorts, she let out a soft moan as they resumed kissing. He began to unzip her shorts and she was unable to stop him. Pulling off her shorts she was left with just her white, wet panties as a barrier between Brad and her virgin pussy. Brad once again rubbed her pussy but this time through just her panties, she began moaning quietly as she became wetter and wetter. This went on for a few minutes before brad stood Paige up, and pulled her panties down, revealing her soaking wet pussy. Then then pulled her shirt over her head and throwing it on the couch. He undid her bra letting it fall to the floor and there she stood in front of him, completely naked. She was as hot as he expected, her body was perfect, especially her tits. He leaned in and kissed her before laying her on the couch. He then undressed himself showing off his tan muscular body, as perfect as she hoped it would be. Pulling down his boxers released his already hard cock, which was 8 inches long, and quite thick. Paige was terrified of how big it was unsure how that could fit inside her. Not to mention she really didn’t want to do it, but was unable to say no. So brad climbed up on the couch and set his cock on the entrance of her pussy. She let out a little whimper as he rubbed his cock up and down on her pussy. He looked her straight into the eyes as he forcefully shoved his dick into her tight pussy. Paige immediately screamed out in pain. She had only heard that sex felt great, but nothing about the pain of the first time. Brad bottomed out with almost all of his 8 inches in her. He pulled his cock out slowly and shoved it back in immediately, sending another little jolt of pain through paige. By Brad’s fifth thrust however Paige no longer felt pain, instead she felt the pleasure she had heard so much about. With each thrust she moaned out in pleasure. Brad reached down with one hand and began playing her perky tits and he thrusted in and out with a steady pace. With his other hand he began rubbing Paige’s clit. She felt something building up inside her, having never had an orgasm before she had no idea. Then a few thrusts later it happened. The most pleasure she had ever felt in her life hit her as she had her first orgasm. Paige’s entire body began spasming, and her pussy clenched down on Brad’s cock and it was difficult for him to keep fucking as tight as she was now. After she recovered Brad again picked up the pace and was fucking her faster than he was before, while still playing with her tits and clit. Soon Brad was on the verge of cumming, and he told her. “Paige, I’m about to cum.” Although he no intention of pulling out.At the same time Paige began to feel something familiar building up in her. She remembered her friends talking about not letting guys cum inside, that you need to tell them to pull out. But she needed to feel the pleasure one more time. “Just canlı bahis a few more thrusts.” She gasped, Brad knew then that it would be all over for her, he’d never have a chance to pull, even if he wanted to. After a few more thrusts sure enough Paige came again, this orgasm just as big as the first one. Her whole tensed up, then spasmed, as her pussy again tightly gripped Brad’s cock. This was too much for Brad, he looked directly into her eyes, and he shoved in as far as he could, the tip of his cocked pressed against her cervix as he exploded, cumming more than he had ever cum before, sending his cum directly into her unprotected, fertile womb. He pumped stream after stream, for what seemed like minutes into her. Another orgasm hit Paige, and she had no idea why. Her pussy milked Brad’s cock of every drop of his cum, sucking it all up into her waiting womb. After they came down from their intense orgasms, Brad pulled his cock out, and just a little cum dribbled out, more than enough still inside her, hopefully doing their job. He sat down on the couch breathing heavily, Paige stayed laying down on the couch, her mind blown, if she had known sex was this great, she’d have done it a long time ago. Snapping back into reality Paige realized Brad did what her friends warned her not to let happen. It took her a second with her mind still in a haze to remember why she wasn’t supposed to let anybody cum in her. “Oh no! you came inside me!” Paige said worryingly. “Yeah I did, what’s the problem?” Brad said nonchalantly. “My friend said you get pregnant if the guy cums in you.” Paige said. Brad, a tad surprised she knew that, Jordan had said she knew absolutely nothing about sex. “Uhhh yeah you can, but uhhhhh, only if you don’t feel pain in the very beginning.” Brad said confidently. “ What do you mean?” Paige asked. “When I first thrusted in, you felt pain right?” Brad asked. Paige nodded her head yes. “Well when you feel that pain, it means you can’t get pregnant.” Brad said, knowing by the look on her face, she believed him. “Oh thank God, I was worries for a second.” Paige said with relief. “Anyways shouldn’t we get over to the party?” “Oh yeah, we should get going.” Brad said starting to get dressed. Once at the party, the next phase of the plan was set in action, get Paige drunk. “Want something to drink?” Brad asked Paige. “No, I don’t drink.” Paige said.“That’s okay, I’ll get you something without alcohol.” Brad said as he walked away. Brad’s friend Mike was a master at mixing drinks, and made a drink that tasted just like punch, but had all kinds of alcohol in it. Brad got two cups and came back to Paige, who hesitantly tried it. Liking it, she quickly downed the rest of it, as she was thirsty. About an hour later she was hammered. Hardly able to walk Brad led her up to a bedroom and laid her down. Brad told her that he’d be right back. He went down stairs and quickly found three guys willing to fuck her, with protection as Brad insisted. güvenilir bahis He went back up and found Paige still sitting on the bed, went up to her and began kissing her. He stopped and whispered in her ear, “Wanna fuck again baby?” Paige just nodded her head and got undressed. He told her to get on all fours, and she did just that, looking the other way, she’d never know it was just three random guys fucking her. The first guy put the condom on and thrust into her, Paige moaned with each thrust, but he only fucked her for a good 60 seconds, before pulling out, pulling off the condom and finishing on her back, not giving her a chance to cum. The second guy also put on a condom but he went directly for her ass, Brad got to him in time, and told him he couldn’t fuck her ass, looking a little disappointed he thrust into her pussy, Paige gasped, and moaned along to each thrust. He lasted longer, a few minutes, but Paige only had one small orgasm, he too pulled out, and pulled off the condom before he came all over her asshole. The third guy was pathetic, only lasted five thrusts before cumming, Paige hardly even realized she was being fucked. This whole time Brad was taking pics of each guy balls deep in Paige, in case she ever questioned that she fucked other guys that night. After the guys were done and they left, Brad decided one last load in her pussy couldn’t hurt. So he mounted her and fucked her as fast as he could, pistoning in and out of her. He grabbed her blonde hair and pulled her head back as he pounded her now used pussy. With his other hand he slapped her ass, Paige must’ve really liked that because she came almost immediately after he smacked her. Her pussy gripped his cock and it was too much for him, as he thrust in her one last time and unloaded stream after stream into her womb, he was certain she was knocked up now. He turned her around, and kissed her again before he helped get her dressed. He walked her downstairs and to his car, before driving her home. From then on Brad completely ignored Paige, at school, didn’t text her back, and was never home if she asked. About a month later Brad was in his room when he heard knocking,“Jordan will get it.” He thought. Jordan did answer the door and that’s when Brad heard the crying, a girl. Brad quietly snuck to where he could hear what was going on, and that’s when he realized it was Paige who was crying and holding something in her hand. She was pregnant. “Your brother is the only guy I’ve had sex with.” Paige said.“What?! You had sex with Brad?” Jordan asked. Then Brad walked in and the both stopped and looked at him. “You got me pregnant!” Paige screamed. “No I didn’t, we never even had sex.” Brad said confidently.“Yes we did, and you’re the only one who I had sex with.” Paige said pissed. “That’s not true either.” Brad said holding up his phone with all of the pictures. “Did you take those?” Paige and Jordan said at the same time.“No, Mike did, and these weren’t the only guys you fucked, Mike said you were really popular at the party.” Brad said smirking. Paige got up and ran out of the house. Brad walked to his room happy as could be. Paige was the first girl he knocked up, but it wouldn’t be his last.

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