Deep Sea Detectives

Vivian slammed down the phone angrily after having gotten into a furious debate with her colleague that turned into an out and out verbal brawl. Shaking a little, she sat down at the desk, wondering what on earth was wrong with her. This wasn’t the first time in the past couple weeks that she’d lost her temper like this, but she just didn’t know why. It was such an odd feeling, as though she was completely on edge, taking some of the smallest things far too personally; and the anger gave her such a rush of adrenaline that she couldn’t keep quiet. Being aggressive wasn’t a problem in the courtroom of course - she’d just finished a case brilliantly the day before - but she did need to be able to keep a hold on her temper!
Sighing, she decided that she just needed more sleep. She’d been feeling rather off lately, as though there was something off balance in her body, it had made sleeping very difficult.
Pushing the intercom button on her phone she asked, “Brenda, could you please bring me a cup of coffee?”
The usual chipper voice of her secretary answered, “Of course Ms. Schaffer, right away!”
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Brenda walked in with her usual smile and the cup of coffee, which had its usual addition of the little white pill. Things were not going as quickly as she’d hoped, part of it was that the first couple of weeks Ms. Schaffer hadn’t been drinking much coffee… although of late she’d been drinking more. As she walked into the room she could feel her boss’s eyes on her shapely legs, which were well displayed by the shortness of the skirt and the high heels she was wearing. Bending low over the desk to set down the coffee she imagined that she could feel her Vivian’s eyes peeking into her shirt to roam over the firm curves of her cleavage.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Ms. Schaffer?” she asked, practically purring.
Vivian cleared her throat, “No thank you Brenda, that will be all.”
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As her secretary sashayed out the door, Vivian realized that her eyes were riveted on the compelling sight of Brenda’s ass as it swayed back and forth. It was only when the door shut that she was able to look away. Slumped in her desk she wondered just what on earth was wrong with her… it wasn’t like her to be attracted to another woman. Granted, she’d had her college crazies along with everyone else, but she’d always preferred men to women. And she hadn’t been attracted to Brenda when the young woman was first moved up to her office… in fact that was how she came to work for her, so that the men downstairs wouldn’t be sued for harassing the young secretary.
More and more, Vivian was starting to sympathize with them. Brenda’s skirts seemed to be getting shorter and her heels higher, although she always looked professional. And had she always kept her top three-buttons unbuttoned?
Maybe she just hadn’t noticed before. Wiping a hand along her slightly sweaty forehead, the lawyer forced herself to get back to work.
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Brenda had been getting rather frustrated until she called her friend John, the same friend who had given her the pills. She hadn’t seen any difference in her boss at first and had thought that maybe he’d given her a bad batch of pills. Over the phone he detailed the changes for her; first the changes were hormonal. Vivian would start to become more sexual, her emotional state would become less stable, she’d be more prone to primal emotions such as anger and lust. Her body’s changes would mostly be internal for awhile as they changed from female to male organs; eventually she would start to become more muscular (if she worked out - which she did and Brenda almost salivated at the thought of the possible manly physique), her breasts would shrink, and finally she would grow a penis and balls.
Giggling a little, Brenda sat at her desk as she realized that this scientific phenomenon gave a whole new meaning to the expression, “Grow a set.”
Now that she knew the progression of changes she wasn’t so worried… she was sure now that Vivian was watching her every time she came into the office. And she was making sure of it by wearing her most revealing business clothes; all the classy but sexy suits that she’d had to put away when the men downstairs had been all over her. She certainly wouldn’t mind if Vivian started doing that, so why worry? The other thing she had noticed was her boss’s temper, the way that it was getting less controlled…
‘Just like a man’, she thought. And smiled at the thought.
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A week and a half later Vivian was extremely sexually frustrated. Although she was masturbating almost every day she didn’t seem to be getting the fulfillment that she needed. It seemed as though thoughts of sex had practically taken over her body - and disturbingly most of her fantasies seemed to involve her secretary. Every so often she wondered if her clit was bigger than it had been before, sometimes it seemed to peek out and brush along the inside of her panties when she got aroused. Which was often now, especially with Brenda dressed the way she was. And was she imagining it or was her secretary throwing her side-long glances and subtly flirting with her?
Every day she felt more and more confused about the thoughts and urges running through her head and body. It seemed as though she was working out twice as hard as usual, trying to use up all this extra energy that she had. The extra workouts were certainly showing though, her arms and legs seemed more powerful than they ever had been before.
Quickly she began to get dressed for the workday… and frowned as her bra sagged around her breasts. She was only a 34B, she didn’t have that much boob to lose… and yet there was all that space where there hadn’t been any before. Come to think of it, her bras had seemed looser recently. It was probably just due to the heavy workouts she was putting in. Maybe she was losing weight.
That thought sustained her until she got to the kitchen to make breakfast and stepped on the scale. She’d gained 10 lbs. Gaping at the weight reading she was stunned. Getting off the scale she decided to try again, maybe it had been a mistake… but no, the scale came up with the same weight. Well… muscle weighed more than fat… so if she was losing fat and gaining muscle that wasn’t anything to complain about right?
But it was a very uneasy way to start the day.
At the office, Brenda was more flirtatious than ever. That afternoon Vivian masturbated in the bathroom… was it her imagination or was her clit really getting bigger??

Lady Gwendolyn gently closed the heavy door to the King’s chamber, stifling a yawn. It had been a very long night. The King had been insatiable. She hardly got any sleep. Normally it wouldn’t have bothered her, but the King had drunk far too much last night and although he had plenty of energy, there was very little wind in his mighty sail. She was frustrated and exhausted.
She turned the corner heading toward her room where her nice, warm bed waited and to her surprise she saw light spilling from Edward’s chamber. She crept silently to the room and peered through the crack in the door.
What she saw should have shocked her but for some reason only peaked her curiosity. The Crown Prince, Edward, was sitting at the foot of his bed with his robe open and his cock in his hand. He was yanking it hard and fast, his breathing labored. She was mesmerized. He looked beautiful. She always thought he was handsome but with his long bronze hair flowing over him and his head thrown back as he reveled in the ecstasy of his touch, he looked stunning. She watched as his finely sculpted muscles contracted while he gripped his large organ tightly in his hand.
She knew it was wrong to watch him but she couldn’t take her eyes from him. He was moaning quietly, intent on the pleasure he brought himself. She caressed her tongue slowly, sensually across her crimson lips. A familiar weight began to build in the lower half of her body.
She was so frustrated and aching from her less than pleasurable night that she couldn’t help but touch herself over her shift. Even through the silk of her gown she could feel the wetness of her slit. She rubbed it slowly, savoring the feel of the silk over her swelling folds. She fondled her rather well endowed breast with her other hand, rolling her rock hard nipple between her fingers. She stifled a moan as she watched him come closer to spilling his seed. She could tell he was close. His breath had picked up and his moans grew more intense.
She fingered herself through the silk, sliding the ample fabric into her hole as she slipped her finger inside. She was close and hoped to bring herself before he did. She closed her eyes briefly as she slid another finger inside. She opened her eyes just in time to see her him arch his back spilling his seed in strong pulsing arch.
He cried out as he came causing her orgasm to crash into her. An involuntary moan tore from her lips. Edward looked up. Their eyes met and she knew at once that he had seen her. I didn’t think the door was open wide enough to be seen, she said slightly panicked. She watched as anger flooded his beautiful green eyes.
“Gwendolyn, come in and close the door please.” He said in a trembling voice. The anger boiled off him in a wave yet he managed to keep his tone even and low.
She did as she was told opening the door just enough to squeeze in and closed it tightly behind her. She said nothing as his eyes traveled angrily over her, pausing a moment at the wetness on the front of her gown. He filed that piece of information for later, concentrating on the immediate problem.
“Come here, Gwen.” He waited silently while she walked to the bed and stood directly in front of him. Her long blond hair was hanging loose over her angelic face, her blue eyes turned down slightly in embarrassment. He noticed how her full round breasts heaved in excitement after what she saw and no doubt did. He couldn’t believe she was spying on him.
“How dare you invade my privacy? Is this how you repay my mother, the Queen’s kindness, by spying on her only son in his most intimate moments. She found you as a babe, abandoned, brought you in and raised you as one of her own, and this is how you honor her memory? She would roll over in her grave if she could see your behavior this morning. What do you have to say for yourself, Gwendolyn?”
She didn’t need to be reminded of how she came to live here, by him of all people, because his sisters never let her forget it. Only Edward and his father, the king, ever treated like she belonged, but she didn’t think that now would be a good time to point that out.
“I, um, your door was ajar and I am so sorry, Edward. I saw you and couldn’t help myself. It was wrong of me, my lord.” She lowered her eyes submissively in attempts to lessen his anger.
“Yes it was wrong, very wrong, and you must be punished. I fear that you have become spoiled living here. I blame it on father and the way he dotes on you.” He paused to gather his thoughts. “You must learn to give me the respect that I am due, Gwen. It will not be long before I am your king and you will have to learn your place. Now how should I punish you?”
“Please, Edward. I said I was sorry.” She kept her eyes down but Edward noticed that her kissable pouting lips trembled slightly as if she were about to cry. Oh how I would love to have those beautiful lips wrapped tightly around my cock. – He thought then shook his head slightly to bring him back to the task at hand.
“And I believe that you are but that is not going to save you from my punishment.”
“But…”
“No, Gwen. It is past time you learned a lesson.”
He paused remembering the wet spot on her shift. “Well what do we have here?” He said bringing his hand up to touch the darkened area on her gown. He brought the area up to his face inhaling the musky sweetness of her lust deep into his lung. He groin pulsed in excitement. “I see you enjoyed my performance.”
“Edward, I…” She started.
“Silence!” He said cutting her off.
He lifted her shift and touched her sex. She flinched at the invasion, but did not move. She was in enough trouble already. He kept his eyes locked on her while he began to massage her wet cunt. Her clit was still swollen and wanting for another release. She moaned when he lightly pinched her little nub.
“Now what shall I do to punish you. Let me think a moment.” He spoke as if he was not at this very moment gliding his finger into her dripping wet pussy. He fucked his finger in and out of her hole several times before withdrawing his attentions bringing his finger up to his nose to inhale her sweet perfume.
“Mmmm, very nice.” He said before retuning it to her cunt, adding another finger to fuck her deep. She was going insane with pleasure. She had completely forgotten about her impending punishment. Her mind was focused only on what he was doing to her. She was so close that she only barely heard him talking.
“I have it!! There is a room in the bowels of the castle. It is where Master Gurney used to punish our prisoners and anyone else father felt deserved it. I want you to meet me there in 4 hours, when father gathers his advisors for court. Do not be late. Wear only a shift, nothing else, and do not tell anyone of your destination. I want no one to see you. Do you understand, Gwen?”
She barely understood anything right now with his hand pumping her cunt. She was so close. So close. Yes, right there. Oh god!! – she thought.
“Gwenie? Do you understand me?”
“Yes! Yessss! Oh god yesssss!” She screamed as another orgasm ripped through her. Her knees buckled and had it not been for him supporting her she would have fallen. He waited a moment before withdrawing his hand from her mound.
“Did you hear anything I said, Gwendolyn?” He tried to be stern but you could hear the desire in his voice and the pleasure he got from bringing her.
She tried twice but finally managed to say, “Yes.”
“Yes, what Gwen?”
“Yes, Edward, I understand you. I will be in the punishment room in precisely four hours dressed much like I am now. No one will see me and I will speak to no one. I have heard you, my lord.” She sounded tired but thoroughly sated.
“Good. Good. Now Gwen. There is something else you must know. I was appointed the unofficial punisher for father after Gurney died since I showed such an interest when he was ‘entertaining’ guests of fathers choosing. I will not hurt you but know that I will be thorough. Do you understand?” He paused hoping to scare her with this knowledge and then as if remembering added, “And Gwendolyn, you will address me as your highness or master, for I will treat you as a servant until such time as I feel you have served out your punishment. Do you understand me, Gwen?”
“Yes, Edward.” She said showing none of the panic she was feeling.
“What did you call me, servant?” He said sternly.
“I am sorry, your highness.” She said proudly.
“Curtsey when you address me, wench.”
“Yes, my lord.” She curtsied low, holding the position.
“That’s better, Gwenie. Now off to bed and do not be late.”
“Yes sir.” She said as she got up and left the room. She was so tired and need the sleep she was about to get. She had no idea what she was in for but doubted it would be at all pleasant.
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After she left, Edward pleasured himself once more relishing the scent that Gwen left on his fingers. This is going to be fun. It has been a long time since I have had the pleasure of punishing someone and for it to be Gwen! I have had my prayers answered. If she only knew I was pleasuring myself to the fantasy of her every night. – he thought laughing gaily.
“Well I must get started. I have much to get prepared.” He said quietly getting up from the bed wiping himself on the sheets that the servants would soon be in to launder.
“Phillip!” He called. And within moments a tall, thin man came into the room. He had been the prince’s servant for years. They had practically grown up together. They were the best of friends and Edward trusted this man with his life as well as his secrets.
“Highness?” He said bowing at the waist.
“Morning Phillip. I need you do me a special favor. No one can know about this.”
“Of course, my lord. How can I be of service?”
“I need you to set up the punishment room for me, but not like you usually do. Bring in a cot or small bed if you can find it and dress it with fresh linens, warm blanket and quality pillows. I need a dressing table, basin, and wash things, including a straight blade and hairbrush. Also, bring a goodly amount of candles. Yes, I think that should do it. If I think of anything else, I will alert you to it. And Phillip, don’t let the servants catch you.”
“Right away, my lord. But, sire, may I ask who our special guest is?” He asked respectively hoping he had not over stretched his bounds.
“In due time, Phillip, in due time.” The smile on the prince’s face was wicked as he ushered his man out.
“Oh, Phillip, I thought of a couple more things. I will need some scented oils and some silk ribbons. That should be all for now, my friend. Be swift. This needs to be set up in under 4 hours.”
“Yes, my lord. You can count on me.” He said as he bowed out of the room.
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Gwen asked her handmaiden to awaken her in three hours and not a minute longer and then fell into a deep, deep sleep.
She woke to a gentle shaking and someone calling her name. Sondra, her handmaiden, was gently shaking her and calling out to her. Stretching she opened her eyes and smiled at the young woman.
“Sorry to wake you my lady but it has been three hours as you requested. How can I help you on this beautiful day?”
“Today, I think all I request is that you enjoy your day. Go and visit your sister in town. It has been a long time since you have seen your niece. I will fend for myself. I feel like going riding. I need some time to think. Ok?” Gwen smiled at the young woman. It had been some time since she gave the girl somewhat of a breather.
“Are you sure you don’t need me, my lady?”
“No, no. Go on. You deserve a bit of a holiday. Stay a couple of days if you’d like, no make that a week. I will ask Mary to assist me if I need help.”
“Thank you, my lady. I cannot tell you what a gift you have given me.” The girl was so happy. Gwen was overwhelmed by Sondra’s emotion. She hugged her and gave her a light kiss on the check.
“Now go on and pack. I will have the stable master ride you into town.” She said gaily.
“No need, my lady. I will ride in with the baker when she leaves for supplies.”
“As you wish. Give my best to Matilda and the little one.”
Sondra curtsied one last time before closing the door. A feeling of foreboding settled in the Gwen’s chest as the door closed. What would Edward do to her? He had known her all her life and treated her like a sister, until this morning that is. Would he really hurt her? Did he have that right? She dare not even ask the King for fear of what the repercussions might be.
Resigning herself to her fate she washed and braided her hair. She changed her shift choosing one of her favorites. It was robin egg blue and brought out the color of her eyes. She then reached for her under-things but closed the drawer remembering his instructions. She looked in the mirror and was pleased with her reflection.
She smoothed her hands down the gown and headed for the door. She would have no trouble getting to the dungeon steps undetected since she had long mastered the skill of traversing the castle undetected.
It took her longer than she anticipated but she eventually reached the door leading to the guards’ rooms. Master Gurney’s punishment room was at the far end of this corridor. She had only met Master Gurney once before he died but knew where his room was by reputation alone. Officially, the room and the dungeons were no longer used but she new better and apparently Edward was the punisher now.
She arrived about ten minutes late and Phillip was guarding the room when she reached it. He looked worried.
“Oh, my lady, you’re very late. My lord will not be happy by this. I am sorry it is to you that will be punished. I will not ask what it is that you did for it is not allowed, but know that I will keep your punishment a secret.” His sincerity was genuine. She had always liked Phillip and this wouldn’t change her opinion of him. “You must hurry in, Gwen. He is already very angry about your tardiness. Whatever you do, do not try to make excuses. Just take the punishment and try not to anger him further, please.”
“Thank you, Phillip.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek, squeezing his arm as he opened the door for her.
“YOU’RE LATE!” He bellowed just as Phillip closed the thick heavy door behind her.
“I’m sorry, my lord.” She said as she fell to her knees.
“Silence! You will speak only when I request it of you. Now get up.” He grabbed her by the hair pulling her up by her braid, causing her to cry out.
“The more you cry out the worse you punishment will be. Now take off your gown. I wish to start this immediately.”
“But, Edward…” She protested.
“Did I tell you could speak, slave?” He said as he backhanded her throwing her to the floor.
“Get up! Maybe next time you will hold your tongue.”
She got up with tears in her eyes and a small amount of blood pooling in the corner of her mouth. She stayed quiet and averted her eyes to the floor.
“That’s better. Now go over to that wall an pick out what I will use for your punishment.”
Reluctantly she walked over to the wall and looked over the instruments. There were paddles of all shapes and sizes; some had fur lining one side, some small needle-like spikes. She also noticed what looked like riding crops and various sizes of whips. There were even leather straps like a smith might have for sharpening a knife. She picked the least offensive looking of them all. It was a wide leather paddle with a strong handle. She reluctantly brought it to Edward.
“Good, good. This is one of my favorites. I will give you 25 sound smacks to start. For every noise you make I will add 5 to the total. Keep that in mind. Now give me that paddle and bend over my knee.” He was getting hard before he even started. This was not a good sign of his resolve.
She wasted no time bending over his knee, her ass high in the air and her breasts resting against his thigh. She was trembling in fear.
He did not start the punishment immediately but first ran his palm over her ass cupping each cheek giving it a light squeeze. Then without warning he brought the paddle down on her tender flesh hard. The pain was immediate but she did not cry out. Again he raised the paddle and brought it down hard against her awaiting ass. She jumped but again did not cry out.
God how he loved this, her ass vibrating when the leather hit her flesh and the feel of her breasts bouncing lightly against his thigh was erotic. He was going to enjoy this. He brought the paddle down 5 more time in quick succession in hopes to bring a cry from her, but it didn’t. He put down the paddle and felt her red hot flesh.
“Yes. Very nice. You are doing well Gwenie. Do you want me to stop?”
“It is not for me to say, master.” She said as tears slipped down her cheeks.
“Good answer. For that you get a little reward.” He rubbed her ass gently then reached down into her crevice fingering her wet hole. She moaned. He fingered her cunt pumping two then three fingers into her until she was close to cumming then withdrew.
“That’s enough, for now.”
He picked up the paddle and brought it down mercilessly on her ass several times hard. So hard that she did indeed cry out for mercy.
“Please highness. I beg of you to stop. I cannot take the pain.”
“You can and you will. And for you disobedience I will add 20 more.” He said and brought the paddle down.
She began to wail as he continued the abuse on her ass. She lost count exactly how many times he hit her but she was certain he had far exceeded his earlier promise. The pain was unbelievable. She was certain that he would never stop, but eventually he did.
“You have done well for your first lesson. Your punishment is over for now. I will be back later to continue. For now, you will service me like the good wench you are and then you may rest. Phillip will bring you something to eat. But first get on your knees.”
“As you wish Master.” She wiped the tears from her face and did as she was told. She rested her ass on her heals wincing from the pain, but she dared not get up.
He pulled his hard cock from his codpiece and guided her to his erection.
“Suck my cock.” She had done this many times to the King and knew just what to do. She drew his member into her mouth running her tongue along the full head. Then sucked him deep into her throat. She bobbed up and down on his cock getting more excited by the minute. Her tongue massaged his thick rod with every plunge into her gullet.
“Yes, Gwenie. Just like that. Suck my cock. Yes, yes. Do you want me to cum in your mouth, baby?” Gwen wanted more than anything to drink Edwards cum down her throat.
“Yes Edward. Shoot your seed down my throat. Then fuck me. Fuck my red hot ass.” She went back to servicing Edward. He was so close. He was going to blow soon. The tormenting of her ass was almost too much for him to withstand. He grabbed her by the hair and fucked his cock into her mouth.
“Oh yeah, fuck. Suck me. Uh-huh. Yes! God yesssss. Gwenie my love! Ugh!” He shot his seed deep down her throat. She sucked it down, licking every last drop from the tip.
“Oh Gwenie, that was so good. I am so sorry I had to punish you. Let me make it up to you baby. Come her and let me taste you. Let me eat your pussy.”
“Yes, I’d like that, but don’t be sorry. I deserve to be punished and even though it hurt, it made me so wet, wet for you.”
She laid down and spread her legs wide wincing as her sore backside rubbed against the sheets.
“God you’re beautiful, little one. You have no idea how long I have wanted this.”
He wasted no time in diving into her very wet pussy. He drove his tongue deep into her ravishing her clit. He was hungry for her and it showed. He dipped two fingers into her cunt and pumped them hard into her causing her to cry out. He removed them not wanted her to cum to quickly and placed one of his dripping finger at little puckered hole.

Susan sat in her bedroom the next morning, thinking of how wonderful it felt to be really satisfied. Her mind drifted back to several hours ago, when Jan and Steph left to go back to their place. They of course never left without saying good-bye properly and had a fabulous three way lick-a-thon with her. Susan took to her new lifestyle like a fish to water. The three women had gone in the shower after waking and washed each other lovingly. No part was left unwashed on any of them. When they were dried off, they returned to the bedroom and Jan and Steph lay on either side of Susan, making her the centre of attention. Susan found she truly enjoyed this, as she again realized how selfish Scott had been in their lovemaking. Jan ran her warm, wet tongue around Susan’s mouth and Susan felt the shivers of delight race through her body. She felt an immediate swelling in her nipples, as the instant arousal brought them awake. Her pussy turned wet and warm as she felt the sensation travel on a direct line from her nerve centre to her clit. Steph lovingly let her tongue twirl around her ear and neck, causing a further increase in her stimulation. Susan shifted her arms so she could hug them both as they went about treating her to a morning session of lesbian lust.
Susan couldn’t remember at all of Scott ever making love to her first thing in the morning, or in the afternoon either. This was going to change from now on she thought to herself, as her new friends/lovers each cupped a breast and massaged her supple flesh. It didn’t take too much more stimulation to make her nipples stiffen and crinkle, as they tweaked and pulled on her sensitive buds. The sighs escaped her mouth easily as she revelled in her new delights. Their hands slid down her body and caressed her thighs and stomach and hovered around her pubic area.
They loved arousing Susan and awakening her body to new sexual highs. Susan loved that they knew so much about a woman’s body and showed her how wonderful the different levels of touching could bring her body such thrilling sensations. Little beads of perspiration rose on her skin as she panted faster and grew more excited at what Jan and Steph did to her. She felt their hands slide up her inner thighs, their soft fingers on her silky skin, tracing up with the lightest of touching. They ran their fingers over the smooth, hairless skin of her mound and along her little strip of hair. Their fingers met at the top and then slowly, with a stronger sense of touch, they worked back down over her labia. Susan could feel the wetness seeping from her as her expectancy grew. She wanted to feel those magic fingers bring her to orgasm again and again.
The thrill of finding out that she could have more than one orgasm per session had opened a whole new world of fantasy to her. She wanted to experience the joys of erotic bliss, as she’d never had before. She knew Scott would protest at having to do more than his ‘usual’, but she was now determined that he give her complete gratification whenever they made love. And that was going to change too. She understood that he couldn’t be with her if he was away, but when he was at home, he was going to be giving her every other night of his time, bringing her to new sexual highs and she was going to do new things to him as well.
Susan felt the tightening in her stomach as the first wave hit. She was so worked up about cumming, that she was almost there before her pussy had even been touched. Jan was first to cup her mound and massage her plump, moist skin. Steph worked her fingers lower and ran her middle finger around her puckered anus. The dual touch was bringing her higher and closer to that magic moment she was becoming so enamoured with. Two wet tongues worked her taut stomach over, leaving shiny trails behind. Jan’s fingers worked the slippery labia apart and slid her fingers along and into Susan’s ready pussy.
Steph worked her finger up as she felt the flow of Susan’s pussy juice touch her finger. She swirled it around and worked the slickness around and into Susan’s puckered ass. Steph pushed her finger in slowly and steadily, feeling Susan’s tight sphincter yield at her intrusion. Steph felt Jan’s fingers from her side, and pushed hers to make harder contact. The sensation brought Susan to bear down on Jan’s fingers and she in return pushed in harder. Susan’s back arched and she strained as both holes were tantalized by seasoned lovers.
Jan worked her tongue down and ran it around and around Susan’s clit, never hitting it, just teasing the area. Steph’s tongue joined Jan’s down there as Susan felt the area between her stuffed holes being laved with a broad stroke of warm softness. Susan was at the limit of her endurance. As much as she wanted this to go on, she couldn’t control the intensity of the stimulation being given her and felt her self going over the edge. It felt like slow motion at first as her body was consumed by a warm rush, emanating from her pussy, and then it seemed to explode in her and her pussy went into spasm and clenched as it went through the beginning of her orgasm. Susan bucked and heaved as it took her muscles over and left her thrashing on the bed. Jan and Steph held on to her as they continued to work her to a complete orgasmic euphoria. Susan was panting and whining as it ebbed and the heat lessened in her loins.
Jan and Steph licked and lapped like hungry kittens at Susan’s flow. Their tongues delved into Susan’s hole and worked her cum out to their mouths. Susan held her legs tightly to her body, giving her lovers complete exposure to herself. Steph slowed her finger thrusts down and as slow as she could, pulled it out. Susan’s labia were red and engorged. The swollen flesh looking ragged from the friction of Jan’s thrust. Her anus was gaping slightly from the reaming Steph had given her.
This was how lovemaking should be. Spontaneous and fun. Not twice a week on a schedule and only the barest of attention paid to her needs. This was what she was going to have Scott learn to do. She was going to waken him one morning by sucking his cock. She wanted her mouth on his cock to be his first waking memory and one that would last for many mornings to come, as his fantasy alarm clock.
Soft, warm hands were caressing her pussy and ass and kissing her damp skin, as she felt the rush in her body subside and clarity of her senses resume. Susan sighed in satisfied contentment, as Jan and Steph kissed and sucked Susan’s cum off their mouths. They kissed and tongued with loving passion as they came together beside Susan.
Susan watched them and felt such closeness to them, recalling her first days with Scott, after getting married. It made her heart ache with sadness at the loss of that feeling with Scott, and the hurtful things she had felt towards gays and lesbians, Jan and Steph in particular.
In her mind she imagined herself as a lesbian and waking with her partner every morning and sharing a wonderful orgasm before they started the day. Susan could see herself like that and being happy, but she wanted to be with her husband, Scott, who unfortunately didn’t seem to want to be with her the same way.
Susan had become determined in an overnight endeavour to change her life and be more fulfilled as a woman, as a lover and as a wife. She was going to let Scott know in no uncertain terms, that the way things had been done were over and he was going to be the man he used to be, the one she fell in love with, so many years ago. It did seem like so many years ago to Susan. She tried to remember the last time Scott had taken the time to really please her. It was over three years ago on their anniversary to be exact. She remembered how they had gone out dining and then dancing. Ending up laughing and partying with some friends they hooked up with at the club. They had come home and Scott had taken her to bed and made love to her several times. That was the last true loving sexual experience she could remember Scott putting an effort into. Since then it had been quick and perfunctory. Like it was his duty to perform a certain statistical number of sexual acts in a month.
Jan and Steph brought Susan back from her thoughts of Scott, by pinching her nipples and giving her a kiss on each cheek. Susan smiled and playfully hit back at the two women. They told her they were going to straighten out their things and if she wanted to drop by later, they would be more than happy to put her to work. Susan said she’d be happy to help and was going to shower off the sweaty film she had now, after her morning romp.
Jan and Steph kissed her goodbye and went back home. Susan lay there and languished in her post-orgasmic revelry, feeling so wonderful inside. She brought her mind to bear on her prior thoughts of gays and lesbians and realized how wrong she had been to judge someone just because she had been raised to believe things like that were wrong. She knew now that after her experience and her initiation into same sex loving, she could no longer allow Scott to continue making his beliefs, her beliefs. Susan got out of bed and showered again, feeling her body refreshed by the body scrub she used. Her skin tingled and glowed as she stepped out and saw herself in the large mirror. It seemed like a new her standing there, looking back. This woman had a satisfied smile and a new look of confidence on her face.
Susan got dressed and went over to her new neighbours and brought some drinks and snacks for later. She rang the bell and looked back at her neighbourhood. She wondered what they would think if they knew the people in this house were lesbians. Would they feel disgusted? Would some of the women feel threatened? Would the men be trying to get in on a three way with them? She was wondering if any of the women on their street would be secretly thinking of them sexually, when the door opened and Steph was standing there looking frazzled. She invited Susan in and told her they were trying to arrange furniture, but they were having a hard time finding the right location for everything. Susan came in and put her things in the kitchen and came back out. She looked at all the furniture and the way the room looked. It took her no time at all to figure where everything should be in her mind and told them her plan. The set about pushing and pulling the pieces into place at Susan’s direction and within ten minutes, they were standing and looking at a well laid out room. Susan told them she had taken a course in design and found she had a gift for putting things in their place. Jan and Steph hugged her and said she was welcome to try their bedrooms out next. Susan saw the master bedroom and saw the furniture scattered around. She asked how they liked their bed faced and if the morning sun shining in on them was a good thing or not. Getting all the particulars made it easy for her to then assemble the room in her mind and she set to work making everything fit.
Jan and Steph worked hard putting everything together and placing it where Susan directed it to go. Susan pitched in and helped put drawers and clothes away and arranging their closet as well. With the bedroom finished, they took a break and had some drinks and ate the cranberry muffins Susan had brought. They said the house was looking great and thanked her very much for her help. Susan said it was the least she could do for such wonderful friends like them. She thanked them for awakening her to a world of pleasure she never knew about. They said they were so happy they could help and said they had so much more that they knew, that they wanted Susan to know and experience.
Susan sat intrigued that there could be even more things she didn’t know about herself. She asked them what other pleasures she could feel that Scott hadn’t done or she hadn’t tried on herself. Jan asked if she had ever had a G-spot orgasm and Susan said she’d heard of this spot, but hadn’t had an interest in looking for it, her orgasms were good, so she didn’t think she needed to try looking, when her clit worked just fine. Steph and Jan sat looking at her in surprise and said she was missing out on probably the biggest thrill of her life. They described how intense and pleasurable it was and how much more there was to it than just an orgasm. Susan felt disheartened that she had overlooked something so joyous out of her naivety to try new things. The women saw her looking a bit down in the mouth and said there was no time like the present to find out and get started. Susan lost her frown and felt glad that it wasn’t too late for her to get in on this new orgasmic joy. They talked at length about where it was and how to stimulate it and how powerful it was and how intense the feeling was in your body after it.Susan was rapt in her attention to the detailed explanation of this new and exciting adventure into sex.
Jan suggested that they finish what they could so that things were almost normal and then asked Susan if she was eager to let them find her G-spot for her. Susan looked at them both with an expectant grin and said she would be thrilled to know what lay inside her. Jan and Steph hugged her and said they could start as soon as she helped them with the guest room.
Susan went straight to the room and gave her opinion on things and they all worked at putting the plan together. Within ten minutes, they had the room looking perfect and sat on the newly made bed. Susan sat on the end of the bed and the two women came to sit on either side. Jan kissed her cheek and asked if she wanted to rest first or if she was ready to begin the next stage in sexual gratification. Susan wasn’t nervous, but she shook with anticipation at what lay ahead. Steph said that she and Jan should have a quick shower and then they’d be ready. Jan said to get naked and relaxed in the mean time. Jan and Steph left for their room and Susan heard the shower start. She stood and took her top and shorts off and then with eager thoughts, removed her panties. She lay on the bed caressing her body, feeling how sensuous everything felt now. She ran her fingers over herself, the way Jan had told her, and then firmer, the way she said later.
It was the new awakening in her that made her feel so aware of herself. She loved her body more than ever and wanted to become as experienced in herself and others as she could. Fifteen minutes later, Jan and Steph came back in, naked and smiling. Steph carried her ‘toy box’ under her arm, Jan, a couple of large towels. They lay on either side of Susan and joined her in caressing her body. Susan could feel the heightened sensation of their touch compared to her own. This confirmed her thoughts of Scott having to be more aware of her body when they made love. She wanted him home now, and secretly, she wanted him to see her and her friends making love together. She wanted him to know what her body was capable of experiencing and how to bring her to real fulfillment now. Jan explained the process of foreplay again and told Susan she could expect to feel a different kind of pressure in her pussy as the new orgasm came. She described it like wanting to pee, but she was not to worry, that it wasn’t urine that would come, but a new vaginal fluid that her body would be thrilled to release upon ejaculation. Susan couldn’t understand what Jan meant by ejaculating, as her mind only thought of men doing that.
She felt her trust in them grow and wanted to feel this new experience, regardless of her doubts and inexperience. She lay back and let them do the things that they wanted to do, it would all be good, she told herself. Jan and Steph prepared the bed for action, putting the towel under her ass and then the other on top of the first. Susan looked at what they were doing and asked what the towels were for. Steph grinned in knowing anticipation and said that the flood from inside her would be so much, that they didn’t want the new mattress to get soaked. Susan became nervous at the thought of having so much ‘cum’ come out of her. Jan sensed her apprehension and calmed her by saying it was a normal event and most women squirted like she would. Susan was still concerned by the upcoming event, but relaxed in their hands. They were good at what they did. She knew that and trusted them with her body to let her experience this new thrilling orgasm.
Susan lay back and let herself relax. She knew that what the lovers were going to do to her in the beginning would be fabulous. It was what was coming after that left her apprehensive. Jan leaned in and kissed her and Steph stroked her hair as they started and Susan felt the tension leave her. They kissed and nibbled and licked her upper body, caressing her soft skin, making her swoon to their touch. Susan enjoyed what these wonderful women had taught her so far and wanted more than anything to be just as good as they were at sexual satisfaction. She felt their tongues circling her breasts and then being cupped in their hands. They squeezed the mounds, making her nipples stand out for the assault from their tongues. Susan gasped at the sudden burst of stimulation and felt her pussy get very wet. With her nipples being well sucked, she felt soft hands and fingers tracing a path down her body to her waiting pussy. She loved how these women brought her to such a state of arousal when they touched her. Shivers ran down her spine and she felt a warm glow consume her body as the hands worked closer and closer to where she desired them. Susan spread her legs as wide as she could and felt them rest against their thighs. Both women pulled her legs over theirs and spread her open even more. Hands caressed up and down her silky thighs, causing her pussy to respond with more flowing of her juices.
At last after what seemed an eternity to her, hands were now touching her outer labia and spreading her slick wetness around them. Susan sighed and then took a deep breath in, as she felt a finger slide between her lips and stroke her opening. Another finger found her clit and very softly rubbed it in circles. The finger at her opening worked her lips farther apart on each rotation, going deeper every time. Susan shuddered as her clit shot a bolt of lightning to her nerve centre and then another finger dove in deep inside her. With her nipples being sucked at furiously and her pussy receiving the dual stimulation, it didn’t take them long after to bring her to her first climax. Susan cried out her enjoyment at the rush of sensations in her body and Jan and Steph worked at her to keep the level of intensity high. Susan thought the feelings would subside as usual, but felt the constant stimulation keeping her in arousal, as much as before her climax.
Jan worked another finger inside and stroked her long and slow, while Steph worked the area around Susan’s engorged clit. Susan never had the chance to relax after her orgasm and the level of arousal seemed to keep going higher. She wondered how much higher it could go and if she was able to stand it. It took only a few minutes more for her to be brought to a peak again and her pussy let it spasm its delight. Cum washed out of her onto Jan’s waiting palm and she in turn cupped her palm to spread it liberally over her mound. Susan cried out loudly as her body shook through the intensity of her orgasm. Her pussy shot wave after wave of body wracking pleasure through her. When it finally started to end, her back relaxed and she sank to the bed breathless and heaving. Sweat beaded on her skin and dripped slowly down her, causing shivers of delightful feelings as they coursed across sensitive areas. Jan looked at Steph and nodded her approval that Susan was ready to have her first G-spot thrill. Steph looked at her new friend and smiled, knowing what fantastic delights they were about to introduce her to. They continued their stimulation of Susan’s highly aroused pussy and Jan slid her long slender fingers inside, feeling for that most magic of all female areas. Steph and Jan continued their sucking and licking of Susan’s nipples as they worked to keep her arousal level up and bring her higher yet. Susan felt herself glowing in rapturous reverie as her body responded to the things being done to her. She knew she had never been so aroused or sated like this before and wondered how much more they were going to do to her. She wasn’t scared or worried about herself, but apprehensive to what was going to happen inside of her. Trust assuaged her misgivings, and she allowed herself to rise higher and farther in passion than she could ever imagine.

Feeling the warmth of the sun on her face as she walks through the heavy oak doors she takes a deep breath of the fresh spring air. The grounds before her are alive with activity as her sisters prepare for the afternoons function.
Her Mentor has released her from duties for the morning and she decides to spend her free time in her favourite place under the large red gum at the front of the property. She wanders towards the tree slowly, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her skin.
Reaching the tree she kneels gracefully beneath it, her white silks flowing softly to the ground around her. Picking up a leaf she admires it’s texture as her mind wanders to the year she has just lived.
She was young and naive when she made her decision to enter the College of Submission, but in just 12 short months she had blossomed into a well-trained young lady. The Mistresses at the college were kind and very tolerant of new girls, training them patiently in the ways of an obedient submissive worthy of serving a Lord or Master in any way He desired. She had passed her tests both mentally and physically with flying colours. Her level of tolerance of pain had improved also over the year, she had passed the nipple piercing ceremony without a scream and her Mentor had proudly entered her for the pending auction this afternoon. The only thing that scared her I little was the knowledge of her new Lord or Master placing His brand on her inner thigh, but she will cope with that when the time arises.
“There you are sis” comes a voice from behind her and she jumps with the suddenness of being jolted from her thoughts.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you xtc” chirps the girl approaching her
xtc turns and sees her sister trinity skipping towards her
Trinity is a spritely little sub that had become her best friend from the first day she started at the college. She is petite with beautiful, curly auburn hair and a personality that bubbled from her. This was her second year at the college, her Mentor feeling she hadn’t been ready after the first year. Although still a little feisty and unruly at times her Mentor had decided she was ready to join me and another 15 girls to be auctioned today.
“Won’t be long before the Sir’s start to arrive sis, shouldn’t we be preparing ourselves for the presentation?” She asks as she plonks down beside me
A little shiver runs through xtc’s body as she senses the excitement but also the uncertainty of her future.
“Yes sis I suppose we should start preparing for this afternoon” she smiles to trinity, and they rise together and holding hands start to walk back to the dormitory.
As they near the building a black limousine passes them on the drive and they watch as it disappears behind the building into the car park.
Trinity turns and takes xtc’s other hand. Looking up xtc can see a fear in her sister’s eyes that she has never seen before.
“The One in that Limo sis is One that you would never wish to serve. He is a cruel, hard Man that has broken many submissives. I have seen many that have been returned here for retraining, all have had their spirit destroyed and most bare scars for life from his inhumane beatings” she says with a sigh
Xtc’s heart begins to race at the thought of having to serve such a monster, but she knows that if He wins the bidding for her then she must obey Him.
“Come on sis” trinity says with a hug “we’ll be ok”
As they turn to walk inside they hear a roar from behind them making them spin on the spot to see a large black motorbike coming down the drive. It slows momentarily as it passes the girl and although they can’t see the riders face they can sense He is watching them.
Suddenly the bike roars back into full throttle and disappears into the car park, leaving the girls wondering just who the mystery rider was…

Barnabas lay back on the bed. He looked over checking one more time that the old man was cuffed to the headboard and that the seemed to be sleeping. It was often hard to tell for certain, the man was sneaky, that much he knew. But when he’d come back to the vehicle with the room key, Osiric seemed to be rather resigned to his fate. He didn’t really speak and didn’t protest at all when he was chained to the bed after being allowed a short shower and to redress in his boxers.
The two queen beds with the sickly puce colored bedspreads sat limply and lopsidedly next to a particleboard nightstand that clashed with the wood paneling. A proper marketing person would have called it a rustic getaway, but Barnabas would rightly call it a dump. The plumbing groaned and he could still hear the freeway outside as if he were sleeping on the side of the road.
But still he was exhausted, and though his mind spiraled over what there was to do and how he might do it, his breathing settled in to a regular pattern and soon he was dreaming again of the family he killed. Often in this dream the family was his own, and not belonging to the police officer. But still he had his orders and he had to kill them. He was just about to bring the hatchet down on one of the children when he was interrupted.
This was a new development in this recurring nightmare. Although he had seen these floating heads somewhere before, he thought, they also seemed new. The walls around him went away and he felt hopeless and small in a void.
The main head spoke, “The girl is to be stopped. You are the one who will stop her. But she is invincible. You cannot kill her. What you must do is lure her to this cave,” he said as the light seemed to brighten in the void and they found that they were deep underground. Somehow Barnabas just knew where this was automatically and did not need directions on how to find it. He knew that once he had Charlotte he would be led here again.
“The incantation is simple and it will take Osiric’s blood to make the seal. Once she is locked in down below, your duty will be fulfilled. You will be finished, your part in this over and you may go on about your life as you see fit. This will be your reward,” it said to him, its red eyes flashing as the void again grew dim and Barnabas shivered a bit, feeling cold and trapped in this dank cavern from which he would not die, but be left in forever.
“What? She is to be stuck there? Locked away in a cave alone? That is not fair! She didn’t ask for this!” Barnabas threw at the floating heads.
The all laughed around him, encircling him tightly and then backed away for one and then another to take turns speaking, “Fair? When did you get the impression that any of this was fair? And regarding the girl, at least our motives in this are impersonal and for the greater good. Where was your sense of fairness when you found her and brought her into this life? Where was your concern over justice when you beat her and raped her for your own pleasure? Why would you ask us to be fair to her when you have yet to be? You humans are so arrogant as to think things might be fair when you rarely act with anything beyond selfish malevolence. Don’t plead to us for fair, boy!”
Barnabas’ eyes were wide as he took in all that was being said to him. His mouth opened and mouthed wordlessly as he tried to mount a defense for himself, but what could he say, really? They were right. He’d never particularly treated her like a human being. He’d never given her any thought or consideration. He’d treated the dogs better. The servants better, he’d used her as his punching bag to rail at the world with. They all had. No wonder this creature had latched onto her to use her the same way. It knew she wouldn’t fight it. And she didn’t.
Finally he looked down and removed his glasses to rub at the bridge of his nose. He could feel tears of his own mortification rising up and he choked them back and shook his head to clear himself of it. “Well then, is there any way that I could be down there in her place? It’s just not right that she trapped. Again. This wasn’t her choice. I can’t… live with that,” he said as he swallowed hard.
“It’s not about you, boy!” they growled as they started the dizzying turning. “It’s about her and it’s about the world ending. Your feelings are arrogant and of no consequence. Haven’t you learned that by now? You are simply our tool to trick her underground. Beyond that we care not of your feelings or desires.”
“Still. Alone? I will lock her up as you say. I will put her down there but not by herself. I will stay with her. And I can only appeal to you to allow me to stay there with her for as long as she must stay,” he said. He swallowed hard. This wasn’t an easy decision to make. And maybe he was being flip and glib about it. Maybe after a few years or decades or millennia he’d regret it deeply. Perhaps he was regretting it now.
But there was no arguing that it was the right thing to do. He could feel it in his very soul. He had helped to make her what she was. He had gone and gotten her. While he wasn’t alone in tormenting her, he knew this is what he must do to attempt to make it right.
The four heads swirled away and seemed to confer on what Barnabas had said. “If you do not let me stay with her then I will not help you!” he shouted to them.
“Silence boy!” A head turned to look at him critically and then pulled up to face Barnabas. “We have no time for your insolence. If we wish you to help us, you will. You do not have the power to turn us down,” it growled to him and then started to float back to the others.
“Then why did you ask me? Why didn’t you just make me do it?” Barnabas said, now flailing a little helplessly in his confusion.
The heads laughed at him and started to stack one atop the other and look at him. “Because we wanted to give you a chance to redeem yourself. We needed to judge you as sincere in your regret,” they said as they started to meld into one another and formed a human body. The face looked familiar: something like his own. Barnabas tilted his head as he looked at this new being.
“Son, I am proud of you. This is a big sacrifice, and while what you said has gotten you a good way to redemption, the rest of the path will be long and hard as you stay with that woman. You will not see your guides or me again until the world does end. But so long as you resist coming back up until then, you will be forgiven,” he said to him. For a moment Barnabas felt his father’s hand patting his shoulder and a single tear slid down his face. And then he was awake.

The big difference between school and art college was the inclusion of “life drawing”. It was all very well painting plants and bowls of fruit, but was it really the best of ideas putting a group of 10, 18 and 19 year old boys in a room with a naked model?
As the group of boys sat around the studio each had their easel set up, all facing a central platform with a chair placed upon it. The class had been looking forward to it all week. There was a buzz around the room. The boys had been picturing a beautiful young model, with long blond hair, slender bronze thighs and firm full breasts.
As the clock ticked ever closer to 12, the time the lesson was due to start, some of the lads had to cross their legs in anticipation caused a stirring in their pants. The minute hand moved slowly, 11:50….tick……12:00, the tension in the room was now almost unbearable as they held their breath, waiting eagerly for the gorgeous young girl who was going to stand naked before them.
The room collectively inhaled as the door handle clicked, and the door creaked open.
“Good morning”, came the deep voice which preceded the entry of the lecturer. “I am John Stevens, welcome to life class”. “I realise this will be a new experience for most of you”, he continued “But please try and refrain from any silliness and show the model some respect and dignity as it is a very difficult and demanding job.” “Set up your easels and paper, the model is getting prepared.”
The class fumbled with large sheets of paper and clips as they waited for the entry of the model.
Then the door opened and in she walked, wrapped in a thick black robe. The boys collectively dropped their jaws. However, this was not in awe of her beauty. It was in sheer disappointment, and to some degree, disbelief.
“This is Susan, today’s model” said John as she made her way towards the platform. “Susan is not only the model, she is also my wife”, he continued, as she sat on the chair and put her hands on the belt of her robe. John gave her a nod and smiled, an indicator for her to begin the class. Susan slowly unfastened the belt and opened up the robe.
The boys all hid behind their easels as Susan slipped off the robe and let it fall to the floor. The emotions in the boys ranged from embarrassment to hilarity as Susan shifted herself to a comfortable on the chair. John could hear the odd nervous giggle, and ordered the class to settle down before adding “OK class, begin.”
To be fair, the class did seem to settle pretty quickly and the lads’ faces peered from the sides of their boards to examine the model.
Susan couldn’t have been much further from the idea the boys had created of what she would look like. She was in her mid-forties, not stunningly beautiful (but not unattractive in her own way), with striking green eyes and thick waves of rich chestnut hair framing her round face. She was certainly a well-built woman not massively obese, but certainly very overweight, with stretch marks evident on her thighs, hips and breasts, glimmering silver in the bright spotlights. She had adopted a pose on the chair with her chin resting on her fist, leaning forward with her elbow pressed deep into the soft pink flesh of her chunky right thigh-a pose similar to that of Rodin’s “Thinker”.
Her bosom was very large, but time and gravity had both taken their toll and her breasts rested heavily on her legs, spilling astride her legs, and her leaning forward created 3 large rolls of fat in her belly.
The boys observed and sketched as they focused on their pictures, with Mr. Stevens visiting each boy in turn and giving comments on each sketch.
The pose was held for around20-25 minutes and then John ordered the class to stop work and Susan stood up and put on her robe as the class were given a 10 minute break. The class all filed out and Susan and her husband went round the easels and looked at each picture.
“They’re good aren’t they love?” Susan enthused, happy at the representations of the boys had made of her naked body. Many of the pictures had captured the pose well, and had made her appear much slimmer than she actually was. While this appeared to please Susan, it had the opposite effect upon her art-teacher husband. “Oh, they’ve got the pose”, he explained “But they haven’t at all captured the essence of your form.”
He showed her a couple of pictures to illustrate his point. “These look like you’re carved out of marble. They haven’t captured your gorgeous sexy curves at all.” John slipped a cheeky hand inside Susan’s robe, grabbing a big fleshy handful of her love handles. Susan smiled and grabbed hold of her husband’s crotch, cupping his packet in her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Ooooooo saucy!” she grinned as she felt his penis reacting to her warm hand.
Just as the pair were getting frisky, the handle clicked on the door and the door swung open. Susan quickly withdrew her hand from her husband groin, and smiled as the class slowly filed back in. The first few to enter saw the couple and had a wry grin as they saw John slip his hand out from beneath her robe.
Susan slinked away back to the platform, as the boys retook their positions. John followed his wife over to the platform and took away the chair. The bulge in his pants was quite visible to the lads and they all had little smiles as t5he tutor began. “Your pictures are good, but they lack a certain sense of life.” “The human form is round and soft, these sketches are flat and hard….Susan, would you take off your robe please?”
Susan responded by slipping off her robe, so she was totally naked once again. “Flesh is soft, it yields, it moves”, started Mr. Stevens as he placed his hand on his wife’s stomach. He dug in his fingertips, pressing into her fat as the boy’s watched uncomfortably. “See how it behaves” he enthused, as he moved around behind her. He then reached his hands around her bulky body and cupped her huge heavy breasts, pushing them clumsily together. The boys watched open mouthed as their tutor mauled her breasts. Many of them were also feeling a stirring in their trousers. Although not exactly their ideal of a “dream girl”, watching her sensuous flesh yield beneath his firm grasp was deeply erotic and both John and Susan could see the effect they were having on the class.
“Now boys” said John, “I want you all to come up here and feel the flesh for yourself.”
The class sat frozen, not even flinching towards the couple. “Come on”, he issued again, “All of you come over here.”
This time 2 of the 10 gingerly rose and shuffled their way over. They both looked at each other and tentatively reached out a hand. One boy’s index finger barely brushed Susan’s back and the other placed his hand on Susan’s thigh.
“Come on boys”, smiled John, “Don’t be shy”.
With that the other boys rose and moved over to join their classmates. John moved away from Susan and the boys formed a circle around her. John went to the back of the class.
“Ok class” he said “Touch her, feel the soft sensual flesh.”
The boys each reached out a hand. As she felt 10 cold hands upon her warm naked body, Susan shivered, making her flab ripple beneath the boy’s hands.
John stood at the back of the room watching the group curiously groping and rubbing at his large wife’s body. The group were gaining in confidence, and what had previously been innocent examination at their teacher’s insistence, was rapidly becoming more vigorous and rough, with some of the boy’s wondering how far Susan would let them go.
One boy grabbed a big handful of her ass flesh while another groped clumsily at her soft fat tit. Susan was actually really enjoying having 10 young lads rubbing their smooth hands all over her soft warm body, and she could feel hands creeping slowly up her thighs.
Susan was looking flushed as John watched eagerly as he observed his wife’s arousal growing from the back of the room. Susan could feel hands groping almost every glorious inch of her body and her pussy temperature was rising. Had one boy’s hand ventured a couple of inches higher up her leg, he would have felt that her pubic hair was damp with her pussy juice.
However, that hand was ceased from doing so by an unwelcome interruption from Mr. Stevens. “OK class”, he smiled, winking at his wife, “That’ll do, well take another 10 minute break there and then do the final pose.”
The class were somewhat reluctant but took their hands from Susan’s trembling body and shuffled, with bulging trousers, out of the room. “You bastard!” hissed Sarah, as she watched the last boy close the door behind him as he left, “You enjoy humiliating me did you?”
John smirked, “So you didn’t like it then, all those young horny lads feeling your big tits, rubbing your thighs, kneading your round voluptuous ass?”
Susan could see that John had clearly enjoyed watching her getting felt up by the bulge in his trousers. “You were getting off on that weren’t you?” she uttered in disgust, “Show me!”
“Yes”, beamed John, “I fucking loved seeing all those guys grabbing at your sexy body”, slowly unzipping his trousers. He reached inside and pulled out his cock. Sure enough, it was fully erect, proving he had indeed been getting off.
“You dirty bastard!” hissed Susan as she watched her husband proudly gripping his 8 inch cock.
“You didn’t enjoy it then?” he smirked knowingly, “That’s why your cunt is all wet?”
Susan knew to herself that her pussy was burning, but didn’t know it showed. She reached her hand between her legs and, sure enough, her cunt was leaking fluid which trickled down her leg. She coated a finger tip with her juice and raised it to her lips, tracing her mouth as if applying lip-stick.
“You dirty slut!” muttered John as he began rubbing at his hard throbbing member.
Susan removed her hand and slowly lowered herself to the ground. She now sat on the platform and spread her massive thighs wide open.
“Well then you dirty pig”, she barked at John, “Better finish what you started, get over here and eat my fucking hairy cunt out!”
John grinned and let go of his dick. As he arrogantly strode over towards his wife, his cock swayed with his movements. As he reached her, he knelt on the floor and crawled on all fours towards her glistening vagina. Soon, his head was between her legs.
When home in their bedroom, Susan loved John to kiss her pussy lips, and he puckered his lips and planted 2 soft kisses on the slit of her moist cunt. The hot breath from his nostrils breezed through her lustrous thick pubic bush.
Suddenly, his gentle kissing was interrupted as he felt Susan’s hands grab a handful of his hair in each hand, and she sharply pulled his head right into her sweaty groin, almost suffocating him in her pubes.
“We haven’t got time for that shit, John!”, she spat, “Get your tongue in there and make me cum!” John responded by opening his mouth and clamping his lips over her slit. Then he puffed his cheeks, and sucked hard, before pushing out his tongue, prising open her vagina. As he lapped skilfully at her pussy, Susan closed her eyes and leaned back, removing her grip on his hair to rest herself, propping herself up on her elbows. Her hands were replaced however, by her legs, as she wrapped them around John’s head, keeping it firmly pressed again her groin.
John was really expert at giving oral sex and within 5 minutes her cunt was squelching noisily as he gobbled at her intimate folds of flesh.
“Oh God!”, she whispered, “That’s good baby, that’s so fucking good!” Susan threw her head back as she felt her climax beginning to build, and she purred softly as John expertly feasted on her pussy, eager to bring her off.
With a few more slurps and sucks, John had his wife writhing and shuddering, and he pushed his face hard against her crotch as he anticipated her imminent climax. John was really munching at Susan’s vagina, when she suddenly jolted violently, making her whole body wobble uncontrollably and her stomach began cramping.
“I’m gonna cum!” she grunted, with her teeth firmly clenched, and sure enough, her hips bucked and she screamed as she sprayed John’s face with her forcefully released ejaculate.
John kept hi face pushed against her throbbing vulva for the 2 minutes that his wife’s fierce orgasm lasted, before she unhooked her legs from around his head, and he got up off the floor and stood over his wife’s huge body, his still-stiff cock jutting out straight in front.
John would have loved to give his wife a good hard fucking, but he knew he didn’t have that kind of time. He decided he would have to settle for his second preference. He didn’t even have time to undress. So he simply stood astride his wife, and lowered himself down, so he was kneeling over her chest. He then steadied himself and laid his long cock in the centre of her chest. Then he pushed her down flat and grabbed her enormous tits in both hands, wrapping them around his fat shaft.
Susan’s breasts were so massive and soft that they had little grip around his dick and had to be assisted by Susan, who also struggled to manhandle her fleshy boobs around John’s cock. However, the pair managed to clamp Susan’s breasts around John’s member, and he was soon thrusting back and forth, clumsily fucking his wife’s huge bosoms.
John had satisfied himself this way several times before, but was usually undressed, and as he slid his legs and crotch over his wife’s naked flesh, the rough fabric of his pants chafed her skin, causing painful looking red grazes on her sides and abdomen. Not that he was going to stop now!
If anything, he became more erratic and roughly pounded his prick into Susan’s cleavage. They both knew that he was close to cumming. Susan lifted her head to see John’s cock head emerging from her bosom with each thrust forward, and he grunted and dug his fingers deep into her ample tits. Susan knew he was very close to cumming now and she looked deep into his eyes as he juddered.
“I’m gonna cum!” he grunted as his gaze met that of his wife.
“I know”, she replied, “Shoot it in my mouth!”
As she ended her sentence, she opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue as far as she could, in anticipation of his ejaculation.
After 3 or so more quick thrusts, John’s cock head emerged one final time before out from it shot a long stream of white creamy spunk, with such force that it clean overshot Susan’s open mouth and it splattered across her forehead and hair. However, Susan was soon receiving the taste she craved, as she felt jets of thick salty jism hitting the back of her throat.
She gulped down all her husband’s cum before gathering the last little puddles which dripped from his softening cock onto her chest on her fingertips, and sucking it off she smiled sexily past her husband to the back of the room.
John clambered off his wife, and putting his long wet cock back into his pants, zipping it away, he turned to see what Sarah was looking at behind him.
He had clearly lost all track of time, and as he turned, he was greeted with the sight of his class, all with serious bulges in the front of their pants, staring at Susan’s naked body and cum-spattered face.
John wondered how long they had been there and whether or not Susan knew they had come in. Whatever the case, he could see from their state of arousal that they had clearly seen plenty. As it turned out, Susan had seen the lads come in while John was eating her pussy and had watched them silently shuffle behind their easels. As John feverishly nuzzled her cunt, the lads had been scribbling on their papers, before they finally emerged and gathered to watch as John shot his cum deep into Susan’s eager gullet.
Now here John was, stood startled, fumbling for something to say. Susan came to his rescue as she broke the silence.
“I think they’ve been busy love”, she smiled “show him boys”.
The boys all turned their easels to show their latest efforts. They had sketched images of Susan getting her pussy eaten and her tits fucked, but it was not the subject matter which caught John’s eye. He was pleased to see that the group had portrayed the expanses of flesh with vigour and life.
“Fantastic!” he enthused, as he viewed picture after picture accurately depicting the sensous curves and folds of his wife. “See class, you just need a good teacher!” he grinned.
The boys laughed. “Yeah, but I think you may have been a bit too good!” said one, gesturing down towrds a large swelling in his trousers.
“Oh I think I can help there boys” shouted Sarah, sitting up and spreading her legs.
“You sure love?” questioned John, “All 10?”
“Sure babe”, she enthused, if as she was unsure about satisfying all 10 boys, she was determined to have fun trying.
“You heard the lady fellas”, laughed John, “Help yourself, but be gentle with her, she’s quite a delicate creature!”
John left the room, leaving his naked wife alone with 10 horny young students, all of whom were busy frantically tearing off their clothes.
They al stood naked before Sarah, whose hand was rubbing the hairy triangle between her bulky thighs. “OK then boys, lets see what you’ve got!”
Sarah’s eyes traced along the line of erect penises, briefly glancing up at the face of it’s owner, before eyeing what he had to offer downstairs. The cocks ranged from around 5 to 7and a half inches, but there was one which immediately caught her eye and made her gasp as she took it all in.
It’s owner, an 18 year old lad was proudly stroking his fist along 10 and a half inches of gristly hard cock meat, it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
She was extremely keen to feel what such a beast would feel like inside her, but as the boys moved towards her, it was a case of “first come-first served”, and the prize place between her legs was soon filled by a rather average 6 inches.
Soon, Sarah was inundated with throbbing erect penises: she had one inside her cunt, one in her mouth, one in each hand and 5 more engulfed in rolls of fat which the lads had wrapped around their shafts to satisfy themselves with.
The guys showed their inexperience by not bothering with any foreplay, and soon Sarah was being pulled this way and that as cocks were being thrust into her body from all areas and she was trying to keep up a steady rhythm on the two cocks she was manually masturbating. However, despite being kept busy by 9 horny young studs, she couldn’t keep her attention away from the guy with the huge ten-incher, who was sat on a chair stroking his big cock slowly, not attempting to bring himself off, but merely keeping it erect. He sensed Sarah was confused by his actions, and winked at her as her frame was pummeled by his eager classmates.
“Don’t worry bitch”, he muttered arrogantly, “I’ve got somewhere special planned for this!”
Sarah’s attention was forced back to her own predicament, as some of the more inexperienced boys were close to cumming.
It was the cock in her right hand which was first to jerk, splashing a stream of cum across her right tit before more drizzled down her palm. It was closely followed by one wrapped in a fold in her belly, and then a third beneath her left breast. Soon a forth beneath her right bosom and a fifth in her side was spraying its load.
As those who had cum withdrew, little puddles were left of deposited spunk all over Sarah’s body, with 4 more still inside her somewhere or other, not to mention the cocky bastard with the monster erection sat in front of her.
Within a minute, a guy with his cock embedded in her right thigh was pouring spunk down her leg and after another 2 minutes the cock in her mouth and the dick up her cunt were filling her from both ends as their owners achieved orgasm almost simultaneously. Finally, the boys watched as the final boy who had been happily screwing a fold in her belly thrust one last time before firing a long jet of spunk across her stomach, again making a little pool of cum on her, as his cock poured out its load.

Over the years I had fantasized more and more about kinky sex. At first it was just a little kinky but after surfing the Internet I have wanted to try almost anything and everything. The problem was I had been dating Jen. She wonderful and beautiful but she was not kinky at all. I would have loved to experiment but I loved her and was not willing to cheat. The fact I couldn’t try any of the things I saw it made me want it even more. At first I spent a lot of time on bondage websites and I would even tie myself up while I masturbated. I started to pretended I was a slave to a mistress I named Valerie. I pretended Mistress Valerie was forcing me to do things to myself I didn’t want to do.
As time went on I became more and more kinky. I went from looking just at girls and bondage websites to adding in she-male and gay websites. I never thought I would get a turned on thinking about cock but as you can tell, it happened. It got to a point where I would wear women’s clothes and make-up while I masturbated and looked at the Internet. I even pretended Mistress Valerie gave me the name Amber. When I pretended to be Amber I would call my cock my clit, and my asshole was my pussy. I would dress up completely like a girl and fuck myself with a dildo. I would also do my best to walk and talk like a girl. As time went on I became more and more convincing as a woman. I think the fact that I’m thin, (I am five feet, five inches tall) and my face had feminine features helped me pull-off pretending to be a girl.
After about six months of this, I took it to a new level. Sometimes I would wear women’s underwear under my clothes while I went out in public. I always wore them when I went to sex shops. At those shops I would buy assorted toys and videos so I could play with myself when Jen was busy or out of town. When I was alone in my fantasy world, I would watch she-male and bondage porn. I loved teasing my clit and keeping it hard without allowing myself to cum. Once the movie was over I would finally cum and I would make myself lick up every drop. It was almost like I had a second life but I justified it because I never actually cheated. Sometimes I would stuff a pair of pants and shirt with towels and have a dildo sticking out the zipper. Then I would set up a video camera, hit record and when I sucked on and rode the dildo it looked like I was making my own she-male porn. I loved watching myself on film giving head and riding a cock. I only wished it was a real cock and not just a dildo. I got real good at controlling my gag reflex to the point where I could handle an eight in dildo in my mouth. My pussy had also become use to it have the eight inches sliding in and out of it.
This went on for about a year when one day I came home to find a letter that had been place though my mail slot. The only thing on the envelope were the words, “I’m sorry”. I opened the letter to find Jen had left me. She didn’t say much except she was leaving the area and she was sorry for hurting me. I was crushed because I loved her and loved being with her. This is when things really changed for me.
To distract myself from the depression of her leaving, I spent more time being Amber. I went on the Internet and I bought a lot of new slutty women’s clothes and tons of make-up. I even ordered a very real looking set of fake breast. I already had long hair so I didn’t need to buy a wig. Kinky sex chat rooms became my best friend and I would use Amber as my log on name. I would always wear the breast and dressed up pretending I was a she-male when I did this. I spent most of my spare time either doing this or I would make my porn films and analyzed every aspect on how I acted and looked on film.
Finally my curiosity got the best of me and I decided to take Amber from fantasy to reality. I have been good at business ever since I was a little kid and my whole life I have been an entrepreneur. This is why I figured if I was going to try having sex with a man, I might as well get paid while I found out if I liked it. One thing that helped me decided to do this, is the practicing I have done made it easy to pass as a woman. Now the way I saw it, it was too dangerous to be a street whore and I could make better money as a tranny escort. I had made enough money from my previous entrepreneurial endeavors I did not need to work. Therefore, I decided to spend my time building my own She-male/Tranny website. The main purpose for the site was to have a kinky sex chat room that I could control. I also figured I would used this medium to set up my first sexual experience as Amber. However, to get people to the site I made deals with a bunch of pay websites, which had sex pictures and videos. I would get daily thumbnail pictures to show for advertising their websites. I used these pictures to draw people into the website. My website took off in no time and I branched out having chat rooms for many different fetishes.
I met a guy in one of my chat rooms that used the name Tranny-Lover. He and I spent a lot of time in private chats discussing many aspects of our lives. We also had cyber sex and did a lot of role-playing. He didn’t know who I was but he knew I spent most of my time as Amber. He thought I would go out in public as Amber but that was not the case. Even though I became real comfortable being Amber I was still afraid to let anyone see me that way. Tranny-Lover decided he wanted to meet me and was willing to pay me to do it. He appeared to be very rich and he was willing to pay me $1500 to spend one evening with me. From all of the chats we had, I felt comfortable with him. To be safe, I told him the money was strictly for my time and not for sex. If any sex occurred, it would be because we mutually wanted to have sex with each other. He agreed to this and I had it recorded on my website just in case it was some kind of set up. He didn’t live in my town but lived only a few hours from me.
For our encounter, I made reservations at an expensive hotel in a city between where we both lived. I had already acquired a fake ID with my picture in make-up and the name Amber Sue Williams on it. I also had gotten a couple of credit cards in Amber’s name. The morning of our meeting I got up and packed multiple sets of outfits, sex toys and enough make-up to last for days. I had only planned for this to last one night, but since I was getting paid such a high price for one evening, I wanted to be prepared for anything. I drove most of the way there when I pulled into a rest stop so I could change into Amber. I have a conversion van with plenty of room in the back. I got into the back of my van for the transformation. This way no one from my town would see me as Amber, but I could arrive at the hotel as Amber.
When I got to my hotel suite, I was very pleased. The suite consisted of a living room with a comfortable couch, love seat and chair set. It was charcoal gray which looked nice on top of the cream color rug. There also was a desk, an entertainment center and a mini bar. The walls were a pale yellow with nature paintings on them. Down the hall from the living room were a bathroom and a bedroom, which also had a bathroom. The bedroom was painted a dark red and had a king size brass bed. The brass headboard was perfect for bondage. In the master bathroom there was a Jacuzzi bathtub and the shower had two showerheads.
I sat down and made myself a screwdriver from the mini-bar. Once I finished my drink I gave myself an enema and called the number Tranny-Lover had given me. I told him I had arrived and gave him the name and suite number of where I was staying. He told me he would be over shortly. I was so nervous and scared my heart started pounding just from his voice. To stay busy I spent the time practicing my walking and talking like a girl. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard the knock on the door. I took a look in the mirror to see how I looked. I have to admit I looked beautiful and my make-up looked great. I had on a long black evening dress with a pair of high heels, which complimented the dress.
I opened the door and my jaw dropped when I saw he was such a large handsome man. He towered over me and he must have been six feet, five inches tall. He had a chiseled face, which match his large muscular body. He had short brown hair and his deep brown eyes were mesmerizing. I wondered why I guy this good looking and rich wanted to pay for a she-male. “Hi, I’m Frank and you must be Amber. May I come in?”
“Oh, I am sorry about that.” I stepped back and let him in. He brushed past me as he entered my room.
“Nice suite you have here. I have to say I think you are even more beautiful than you described your self.”
“Thank you, you are quite a looker your self.”
“If you don’t mind I want to get all of the formalities out of the way so we can spend the rest of the night having fun.”
“Okay, in that case you agreed to pay me $1500 for my time. You understand that you are not paying to have sex with me, just to spend time with me.”
“I absolutely agree to those terms and here is your money.”
I took the money and placed it in the safe in the bedroom. When I returned to the living room I could see by the bulge in his pants he had a large hard cock. Now my heart is really pounding because I am finally going to know how it feels to suck and be fucked by a real cock. It made it even better because he is so good looking and I getting paid for it like a slutty whore. As I sway my hips back an forth as I slowly walk toward him looking at his big cock and I ask, “Do you have a name you want to be called or should I just call you Tranny-Lover.”
“Well Amber, how about calling me Frank.”
“Okay Frank, if you could do anything at all right now, what would it be?”
“I would watch you undo your dress and step out of it.” He was so forward I stopped in my tracks.
As I did as he requested I asked, “What else would you like to happen?”
“First thing, you have a great body and your panty, bra and shoes look fantastic on you. Second, I want you to crawl over here on you hands and knees.” I smiled at him as I got on all fours and started to crawl. I was so scared my clit was not in the least bit hard any more. “You look a bit scared Amber. Is it me that makes you scared? Or is this your first time?” Once his socks and shoes were removed I was ordered to kiss his feet, suck on his toes and beg to suck his dick. As my mouth and tongue worked on h “Actually it is my first time. Is that a problem?”
“Actually I like it that way. I love to see how slutty whores react to their first real cock. I hope you like it because if I have my way you will be getting it all night, he stated.”
I continued to slowly crawl to him with mixed emotions. I one way I couldn’t wait to finally experience what I have only dreamt about but when he said he wanted to have me all night I wondered if I could handle it. When I reached him I got up on my knees and reached for his belt buckle. He stepped back and told me I have to beg to be allowed to remove his socks and shoes before I could do anything else. I did as he requested and was allowed to untie his shoes and remove them. The problem I had was to do it with just my mouth and tongue. My hands could never leave the carpet while I did this. Getting his shoes untied was easy but removing both shoes and socks without the use if my hands took awhile.
As I kissed his feet and toes I said, “Please allow me to taste my first cock. I have waited and practiced for years just waiting for this moment. If you like what I am doing to your toes you will love how I will make your cock feel.”
Frank reached down, gently raised my head by grabbing my hair and told me my next test was to remove his belt and pants with just my mouth and tongue. He told me since I would have to get up on my knees I would have to have my hands secured behind by back to prevent me from using them. He walked behind me and he tied my wrist together with his tie. Removing his belt and pants was easier than I thought it would be.
Now I started to get hard. I was actually drooling when I saw his hard cock standing straight up pressing against his underwear. It actually took a little time to remove his underpants. As I pulled them down I was inches away from his cock and I couldn’t believe I have finally gotten this close. Once they were off he stepped back again and looked at me as he took off his shirt. I stared at him and all of his muscles. He was even bigger than I thought he was. He could see I was excited and walked up about a foot away from me.
With his right hand he grabbed my hair so I could get close to his cock but not touch it. I wanted to taste it so bad I stuck out my tongue but he made sure I wouldn’t reach it. Frank then started to gently rub my clit up and down with his left foot. “By the way your clit is swollen I can tell you like this.” He then told me to stand up which was hard to do with my hands tied and still wearing the high heels. I got up and he turned me around. My hands were untied and as he slapped me on the ass he told me to make him a drink.
I poured him a scotch on the rocks from the mini bar. When I turned back around I saw he was in the bedroom, lying in bed up against the headboard with the covers over his lower half. I brought him his drink and started to get in bed. He told me I had to stand there while he sipped his drink. I couldn’t believe just a minute ago, I was only inches away and now I can’t even see nor even get near his cock.
“Frank, you obviously can see how much I want your cock in my mouth. If you let me, I will let you do anything you want to me for the rest of the night. No matter how kinky your request, I will be your slave.”
He just stared at me drinking his drink. “I’m not begging because you wanted me to beg before. I’m doing it because I never thought this day would come and now that I am so close, I can’t stand the teasing. I need to see how your cock feels and tastes.”
Frank smiled and lifted back the covers. “You said if I let you suck my dick, you would be my slave for the rest of the night?”
“Yes, I will do anything you want.”
“Okay whore, make me another drink and then you can suck my dick. But you will do it at my pace so can cum when I want.”
I quickly grabbed his glass and made him another drink. I gave it back to him and crawled into bed from the front. I crawled up between his legs to his cock as I had done in many in my fantasies. I started by lightly kissing his balls and slowly kissing my way up his shaft to the head. Finally my lips and tongue are on a real cock and I felt like I was in another world. I kissed the head of his cock and I was surprised how soft and smooth it felt on my lips. I sat and teased his head for a while just enjoying it and taking it all in.
While I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock I massaged his balls and shaft with my hands. I eased my mouth as far down I could go and back up his long shaft. From all of my practice I was able to take the whole thing with in a few minutes. I started picking up speed sliding up and down when he grabbed my hair.
“Slow down, I want this to last for awhile. Plus we have all night. I can tell you have practiced because I have never seen someone take my whole dick on their first blowjob, not to mention how good you are at it.”
That made me feel like Amber has truly come to life and even though I was dying to taste his cum, I was willing to slow down.
I went back to working just the upper half of his shaft with my mouth and his balls and lower shaft with my hands. I would alternate my techniques and I could tell he liked it. This was much better than I ever thought it would be. I was completely focused on his cock and nothing else. Suddenly I could tell he was tensing up. He grabbed my hair and said,” This is what you’ve been waiting for so get ready.” At that moment he started shooting his load into my mouth. I was able to swallow the first two shots but the next few I couldn’t. I was however able to hold it in my mouth with out any of it running out.
“Look at me while you swallow the rest of my cum.” I looked him straight in the eyes and swallowed.
I told him, “Thank you so much. It was better than I could have imagined.”
“Make me another drink and when you get back it will be time to fully make you a women.” I once again made him a drink and when I returned to the bed he took a sip and placed the glass on the end table.
“Get in bed, kneel in front of the headboard facing it and grab the top bar. I’ll be back in a minute.” When Frank returned, he tied my wrist to the headboard. Once I was secured Frank grabbed my hips, pulled me back and pulled my panties off. He got his legs between my legs and spread me wide.
“Now that you took my dick in your mouth it is time for your pussy to take it.” He teased my pussy with the head of his cock. I didn’t feel any lube and became worried. He applied pressure but eased off. He started to ease one of his fingers into me and I was glad to feel it had been lubed. He worked another finger in and out for a few minutes. After he could tell I was getting use to his fingers he pulled his fingers out and started applying slow but firm pressure with his cock.
He slowly pushed in until he had passed my sphincter. It made me exhale and breathe hard. Frank stopped at that point so I could get use to having him inside me. It has always driven me wild when someone has kissed my ears and the back of my neck. He started doing this to me and with out thinking it made me press my hips closer to him, which caused he to completely fill me up. He whispered in my ear that he wanted to go slow.
I was losing control and told him that I need him to speed up and fuck me like I’m a little