les histoires de chrislebo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes," came Randy's meek response.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Conclusion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Conrad's Secret


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Unless what?" He asked eagerly.

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

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

"What do you mean?"

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

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

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

"Okay.

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

"Now kiss my foot."

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

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

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

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

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

"You love what? Say it!"

"I love...your ass."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmmm. This feels really nice".

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Get down on your knees!" She ordered him.

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

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

"Y-yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Suck it! Suck my pussy!"

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

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

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

"Can't breathe?"

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

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

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

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

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

She straightened herself out and then stood smiling over him.

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

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Dear Karen

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Escapade


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I sure got hot watching."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Home from the Resort


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I mumred, "Yes."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Life on the Farm


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Little Sister


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No. Never before," he blurted out.

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

"No," Gene responded.

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

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

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

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

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

"Anything you say," replied Gene.

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

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

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

"Uh, I guess not," stammered Gene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh, thanks," muttered Gene.

"I think you deserve a reward."

"Really," said Gene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where are we going?" asked Jean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And, what would those indicators be?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why loathing?" asked Jean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No," replied Jean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'd love to," said Jean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jean giggled and said, "It was great!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I told him I was having my period."

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

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

"And?"

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

"Did you like it?" asked Denise.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What about Ralph?" asked Jean.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I'm fine."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really, what kind of offer?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What do you mean irreversible?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Um hum," mumred Jean.

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

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

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

Ralph appeared and said, "Damn Jean that was the most incredible blow job I think I've ever witnessed. This is going to work out great." After a moment Ralph said, "You remember that I said I wanted to fuck you don't you?"

"Oh yes, I remember," purred Jean.

"Well I think you're hot enough right now to really enjoy getting fucked and it will make a great addition to the movie, don't you think?"

"Whatever you want Ralph," replied Jean with a smile. "I'm so hot I'm about to have an orgasm."

Carl had recovered and gathered up his clothing, which he took with him to the chair where Ralph had been sitting and watching the action unfold. He dropped his clothing on the floor and plopped down in the chair his energy spent.

Ralph reached out and took Jean's hands and pulled him to his feet.

Ralph turned Jean around so he was facing the chaise and then put his arms around Jean and then ran his hands over Jean's abdomen, his hands then moved up to squeeze Jean's silicon tits. Ralph leaned down and pushed Jean's head forward with his own head, which exposed Jean's neck that Ralph then lightly kissed. Jean accepted and responded to Ralph's ministrations confident that they were his due. Ralph raised Jean's dress up until it was around his hips and told Jean to hold the dress up. Jean took the bunched dress material at his stomach in his hands and held the dress up while Ralph knelt down and began unhooking the garter belts from Jean's stockings. When the grater belts were unhooked, Ralph reached up and took hold of Jean's panties and gently pulled them down and over the top of the stockings. Ralph slid the panties down until they were around Jean's ankles and then lifted one of Jean's feet and guided the panties over Jean's pump and stiletto heel leaving the panties dangling around the other ankle.

Ralph then rose and told Jean, "You can turn around now and have a seat on the chaise." Jean did as requested. Ralph said, "Jean, unbuckle my belt, and unzip my trousers and pull them down. Jean complied and was rewarded with the sight of Ralph's hard cock straining to get out of his briefs. Without any further instructions Jean reached out and tugged on Ralph's briefs until they came down over his hard cock allowing it to spring free. Jean tugged the briefs further down around Ralph's ankles while getting bopped in the head and face by the erect cock. When Jean straitened up and found himself staring head on at the cock jutting out into the space between his face and Ralph's crotch, he felt compelled to lean forward and kiss the head of Ralph's manhood. Ralph reached in his shirt pocket and retrieved a small tube of lubricant, which he handed down to Jean as he said, "Jean, take this and lube up my dick real good to get it ready to slide into your cock hole. Jean took the lube, opened it and squeezed it out onto the fingers of his right hand. Licking his slightly parted lips in anticipation, Jean reached out and began spreading the lube over Ralph's stiff prick until it was well coated with the slippery substance.

With a smile on his face and heat in his eyes, Ralph told Jean, "Turn around and get all the way up on the chaise on your hands and knees. When Jean had complied, Ralph said, "Position the pillow so that you have some support to lean down on to." Jean got the pillow positioned and with fore arms on either side of the pillow lowered his chest down on the pillow with his head just past the front edge of the pillow. Jean now had his ass raised and was ready for Ralph. Ralph climbed onto the chaise and positions himself between Jean's stocking clad legs. Ralph reached out, placed his hands on the sides of Jean's buttocks and pulled Jean's ass back and into better alignment with his glistening fuck pole. "Jean," commanded Ralph, "reach back and grasp your butt cheeks and spread them." Jean did as he was told. Ralph grinned and said, "My, my what a clean, tight looking cock hole. I can hardly wait to stick my dick in it." Jean replied, "Fuck me Ralph. I want to feel your manhood inside me. Fill me up Ralph."

Needing no further invitation. Ralph pushed forward pressing the head of his greased cock into the entrance to Jean's waiting cock hole. As Ralph began pushing in Jean began pushing out and as Jean's muscles relaxed and spread Ralph hard shaft began making its way into Jean. Jean grunted as Ralph pushed deeper. "You like that girlie boy?" asked Ralph.

"Oh yes," answered Jean, "fill me up Ralph. I want to feel you all the way in me."

Ralph pushed harder and his long shaft disappeared into Jean's ass. As the last couple of inches drove home Jean let out a moan and grunted as if in pain and then was quiet. Jean now looked as if he was impaled on Ralph's fuck pole. Ralph wiggled around a bit until he felt comfortably situated and fully in command. Ralph began rocking to and fro and exclaimed, "I'm going to fuck your balls off now sissy boy and fill you up with my cum!"

"Fuck me hard, fill me up, squirt all of you sweet juice up my ass," cried Jean.

Ralph gave a little laugh of pleasure and told Jean, "Reach back between your legs with your right hand and rub my balls." Jean worked his right hand between his legs and felt Ralph's balls hanging down just below where Ralph's pubic hair pressed against his buttocks. Jean cupped the balls in his hand and began to gently massage them as Ralph rocked to and fro causing Jean's ass to ride back and forth on the slippery cock inside it. Ralph said, "Damn, fine piece of ass for a girlie boy." Soon Ralph began breathing harder and Jean could feel the big balls in his hand starting to draw up a bit preparing to spit their ample product through the rigid hose that they served. In a moment Ralph still grasping Jean's buttocks pulled Jean back as he thrust his cock forward and as deeply into Jean's ass as it would go. Jean let out a little yelp and a moan with the final thrust and then felt Ralph shudder and his cock begin to convulse as cum surged through it and into Jean's waiting bowels. Jean was certain he could feel the wetness and heat of the thick cum as it spurted into him and gave a long sigh of satisfaction as Ralph collapsed onto his back pressing him flat on the chaise and face down into the pillow.

After a few minutes Ralph raised up on his hand and pulled back causing his still rigid cock with sperm dribbling from the tip to slide out of Jean's cock hole, which oozed a mixture of cum and lubricant. Ralph struggled to his feet and looked down at his cock and exclaimed, "Not only a damn tight fuck but my dick is clean as a whistle. You got a damn fine cock hole girlie boy. Keep it clean and ready to go because I'm planning on fucking that ass a lot!" Jean smiled with pleasure, nodded his head in agreement and then rolled over looking up into Ralph's face. Ralph looked down at Jean and said, "I think my sissy boy should get off as well. Does a hard cock in your mouth turn you on as much as I think it does girlie boy?"

"Oh yes, exclaimed Jean, "I love the feel of a warm, hard cock resting in my mouth. I just love the feel of it radiating heat into my wet mouth as my lips clasp its shaft and hold it firmly in place."

"Good girl," said Ralph and then called to Carl to come over and to bring a towel with him.

Carl who was still nude rose from the chair by the door, went to a cabinet and retrieved a towel and then crossed the room to the chaise. It was obvious that he had become aroused again while watching Ralph screw Jean. Ralph took the towel and wiped his cock as he told Jean to get up. When Jean was standing, Ralph said, "Take off that strap holding you clit-prick between you legs and let it all hand out." When Jean had complied, Ralph said, "Get down on your knees. Carl, come over here in front of our cock loving girlie boy." Carl moved in front of Jean so that his erect member jutted out toward Jean's face. Ralph handed Jean the towel that he had wiped himself with and said, "Put the towel on the floor in front of you. Now, take Carl's cock into your mouth and suck on it while you jerk your little clit-prick off onto the towel.

Jean leaned forward and took Carl's hard dick into his mouth and savored the warmth of the firm flesh that filled his mouth. While gently sucking on Carl's dick, Jean took his clit-prick in hand and began to massage it. It didn't take long until his highly charged body cut loose and he was wracked him with a wave of orgasm that caused him to fall forwarded onto his hands jerking Carl's cock from between his lips.

When Jean's breathing had slowed, Ralph said, "Jean, there is a bathroom through the door to the left. Go clean up and put yourself in order. We're through with this shoot. I'll drive you home in a few minutes. Jean headed for the bathroom door with his panties and cock "pocket" in his left hand and his right hand held the hem of his dress up around his waist to prevent it from being soiled by the fluids oozing from his cock hole and his clit-prick. Ralph and Carl headed for the door leading out of the room.

When he was presentable, Jean went to the condo's large living room where he found Ralph sitting on a sofa sipping whiskey from a glass. Ralph rose from the sofa smiling at Jean and asked, "Would you care for a take Jean?"

"No, thank you. I'm beat and at this late hour it would probably knock me out on my feet."

"I'll be finished with this in a minute," said Ralph, "then I'll run you back to your sister's place and you can get some well deserved rest. You put on a great performance tonight. I was very pleased."

Jean blushed slightly at the unaccustomed praise and replied, "Why thank you Ralph. It wasn't difficult. I really enjoyed myself and delighted that you are pleased."

Ralph put his now empty glass down on an end table and rose from the sofa. He walked over Jean's right side and placed his left arm around Jean and gave him a one armed hug and said, "I am very pleased with you Jean." Ralph dropped his arm from around Jean, stepped around to face Jean and then leaned down placing a light kiss on his forehead. "Come along and let's get you home."

When Ralph and Jean arrived at Denise's condo Jean retrieved a key from his purse and opened the door. Denise came out of her bedroom in her pajamas where she apparently had been relaxing. Denise placed her hand in front of her mouth and yawned as she walked toward Ralph and Jean. Denise came up to Ralph and took hold of his upper left arm with her right hand giving his arm a little squeeze. Looking up at Ralph Denise asked, "How did the shoot go?"

"It was a fabulous shoot and very enjoyable as well thanks to your little sister," answered Ralph.

"Wonderful!" said Denise as she turned her attention to Jean. With a slight smile on her lips Denise said to Jean, "Girl, you look worn out but happy. Ralph, make yourself at home. I need to take care of my little sister." Denise stepped over and took Jean by the hand and said come with me." Denise led Jean to the bedroom Denise had just exited and they disappeared into the room closing the door behind them. Once inside, Denise turned and gave Jean a lingering hug and said, "I'm so happy for you Jean. It sounds like your were a big hit with Ralph. Come on into the bathroom and I'll fill the Jacuzzi with hot water. I have a new bath oil that is just divine that you can try out." Once in the bathroom Denise told Jean to strip and she began running water into the Jacuzzi. She added an ample measure of the bath oil and it sweet fragrance rose from the steaming water and permeated the room. "Jean have yourself a nice soak and then get some relax. Please feel free to use my bed, if you like. I'm going to go with Ralph and will be back later." Denise stepped out of the bathroom and closed the door behind her leaving Jean who was sliding down into the Jacuzzi with a peaceful and relaxed expression already spreading over his face.

After putting on some clothes Denise went into the living room and found Ralph sitting quietly in an armchair waiting for her return. Seeing Denise Ralph rose and said, "You look great as usual even if it is the middle of the night. Let's get back to my place. As tired as I am, I can't wait to get a first look at the recording from tonight. I've alerted my two edit-guys and they should already be at the condo pulling together the various video and audio recordings onto a single hard drive. We'll take a quick run through to get an overview then I want you to supervise the initial editing while I get a little rest. After I've had a little relax, I'll take over and wrap up the first cut.

Upon arriving at Ralph's condo they went straight to what had been intended as a large guest bedroom but had been converted to a digital-video editing lab. Peter and Marlene were sitting at workstations pulling files together into subdirectories and assigning labels to the files so it would be easy to identify where specific scenes, angles and perspectives were stored. As Ralph and Denise crossed the room, Ralph said to the editors, "Let's run all the wide angle files taken from the west side of the room in temporal sequence for a quick preview." Peter and Marlene began dragging files around on their monitors and soon had the desired files organized. Peter initiated the digital player that displayed the material by sending it to a large plasma screen monitor on a wall to the left of the workstations.

After a few minutes, Denise could see why Ralph was so pleased with the evening's shoot. She could also see that the product was going to be very effective by the erotic feelings that it elicited in her. She also could see that it was having an observable effect on the two editors who usually managed to maintain profession restraint when working. Denise's intuitively knew that this was going to be a very successful and profitable production. As the selected sequence of files was completed, Ralph said, "You have certainly gotten off to a great start with your first project as a new partner in the enterprise. Well-done girl. I'll leave you and the editors to your work while I go grab some shut-eye." With that Ralph left the editing lab. Denise asked Peter and Marlene to put all the recordings from the different cameras in sequence and project them on a panel above the workstations with multiple monitors for simultaneous viewing and editing sequences.

When Denise arrived back at her condo it was mid-morning. She went into her bedroom and found Jean arelax in her bed. He had the sheet pulled up to his waist exposing the upper portion of the forest green, silk chemise that he had selected to relax in. She walked over to the bed and slipped out of her jeans and blouse. Wearing her panties and bra she got up on the bed on the side opposite from where Jean dreamed. Her weight on the bed woke Jean and he rolled over in her direction and opened his eyes. Denise smiled and said, "Good morning sweetie. You look much better than when I left you in the Jacuzzi." Jean grinned and sat up and turned facing Denise who was now sitting on her left hip with both of her legs bent at the knee and laying along side one another. Her legs were pulled back to the right and her left arm was extended and supported her position on the bed. "How did the shoot look?" asked Jean.

Denise grinned widely and replied, "Little Sister, you are going to be an adult video star of the first order. I'm sure Ralph will have that $50,000 check cut for you by this afternoon along with some business papers to sign."

"$50,000 is a lot of money for having fun with a couple of great looking guys."

"Oh, that is just the beginning Jean," said Denise. Denise then explained how Ralph's business worked. She told him that Ralph has about a thousand permanent and wealthy clients around the world who have standing orders for each of his productions. The clients pay $1000 for a copy of each production four times per year. Ralph grosses four million per year just from the distribution of product. Ralph does not make any public sales, which means his clients have an exclusive access to the productions. Many of them have private showings for their own clients and friends but no one else has copies of the productions except the clients. If a client is found to be distributing copies whether for a fee or as gifts, the client is suspended from the program and the open place is sold to any number of potential clients who want into the "club."

Denise went on to explain to Jean that the next level of the program provides another significant income stream. After distribution of a new production, Ralph puts out a call for bids. Clients can bid for an opportunity to have their own permisteralized video recorded in which the client plays one of the roles in the movie along with the star. In the case of Jean's video, the clients will bid for the opportunity to play either Carl's or Ralph's role with Jean. Ralph usually limits the number of permisteralized shoots to five per month for each role up for bid but not to exceed ten shoots in a month. Usually, the bidding and permisteralized videos are terminated after three months when a new production is released. Occasionally, there will be a production for which the demand for permisteralized shoots is so high that an exception will be made.

"So," Jean asked, "I could be looking at up to 30 shoots of various scenes from the movie?"

"That right," answered Denise. She then went on to explain that the bidding for those 30 spots could get pretty heated. After all, if even only 100 of the 1000 clients want a permisteralized shoot only 30 will be able to secure one. Rich and powerful clients like Ralph's don't like taking no for an answer and will pay exorbitant amounts to get what they want. Ralph guarantees his stars a minimum of $10,000 for each permisteralized shoot. However, if a shoot bids out high enough to so that the $10,000 fee represents less than 20% of the total bid then the star's fee is 20%. Thus, if a successful bid were to come in at $100,000, which isn't all that uncommon, the star would get $20,000.

"Wow," exclaimed Jean, "I see what you mean about the pay being phenomenal. You're serious that I am virtually guaranteed $100,000 per month for three months for this shoot?"

"You got it Little Sister. Actually, over the next few months you'll gross a minimum of $350,000 and I will be amazed if it doesn't exceed half a million and that's for one quarter. Now you see how I afford this great condo, my car, pay for an expensive private university education and invest significant sums of excess income for the future. As you can see, there are some great benefits that come from being my little sister."

"I've always loved being your little sister," replied Jean. I sometimes feel like it has me in a state of sexual ambiguity though, suspended between male and female. At times I have doubts about who I really am but can never see my way out of the duality I'm in. Since I've been here visiting with you I've become more comfortable with my ambiguous identity."

"You can draw on the benefits of two worlds Jean," replied Denise. As a girlie boy you can be either a girl or a boy whenever one or the other best suits your needs of the moment. Not many people have an opportunity like that. You should consider yourself fortunate." Denise smiled and said in a low voice, "Enough of that talk little sister. Come to me." Jean moved over toward where Denise was sitting as she reached over and turned off the bedside light. Denise reached behind her and unhooked her bra freeing her modest but perky tits to swing free. She reached out for Jean and cradled him in her lap and whispered, "Suck my nipples off Jean."

Jean turned a little and reached out grasping one of the nearly perfect tits in his hand as he pulled it toward his eager mouth. Jean began sucking one tit while massaging the other and then switching. Denise's nipples grew taunt and hard as he sucked, licked and flicked his tongue over the nipples. Denise grew very aroused from his ministrations and her right hand slid down the silky fabric of the chemise and then came back up the inside of Jean smooth thigh until it touched the crotch of Jean's panties. As her hand continued upward, it was immediately apparent to Denise that Jean was not wearing his "pocket" because she could feel his erect clit-prick lying against his belly with its underside face up under the soft and smooth panties that prevented it from becoming vertical. Denise smiled with pleasure from Jean's ministrations to her tits and began gently rubbing the underside of Jean's clit-prick through the fabric of his panties. Denise rose from the bed and pulled her panties off. She got back on the bed and slid Jean's panties down enough to allow his stiff clit-prick to stand erect. Denise reached down and cupped Jean's balls in her hand and gently squeezed and released them several times as Jean softly moaned. Denise swung her right leg over Jean's prostrate body and positioned herself above his face and lowered her pussy down to his waiting lips. Jean licked and probed Denise's pussy with his tongue until he had brought some of its slippery juices to the exposed lips and lubricated them. When the entrance to her womanhood was nice and wet, Denise moved back and positioned herself over Jean's erect member. She began easing herself down on Jean's clit-prick. Jean gave a little gasp as his clit-prick penetrated Denise's pussy and slid deep into her cunt. Denise told Jean to massage her tits and his hands eagerly reached up and grasped them. Denise began to fuck Jean riding up and down on his pole. It was not long before she could sense an orgasmic wave building in her body and she pressed down as hard as she could, pushing Jean's clit-prick as deep as it would go into her love channel. As she strained to press the hard flesh deep into her body she was hit by several orgasmic waves that caused her to squeal in pleasure. Just at that moment Jean's clit-prick began to convulse repeatedly as Jean's body jerked and shuddered. Denise collapsed on top of Jean and whispered in his ear that she thought that he was going to be the perfect roommate. They soon fell arelax in each other's embrace.

THE END

She sat, staring at me with suspicion and a degree of fear.

"So - anything, you said. Is that still the offer? What did you have in mind?"

"What you want. To do with me. You know."

"Like - the obvious thing?"

"The obvious thing, yes. You can fuck me."

It took some spirit for her to get that out.

"I might fancy a bit more than just fucking you."

"How do you mean?"

"I don't know quite what might take my fancy. I promise you this though - no physical damage. I draw the line at that."

This took her aback. She stared at me, taking it in. Exploring it in her imagination, I dare say.

"Is this a one off, or do you mean you want it to go on and on?"

"It can't go on and on because I'd have to report what's happened it in the next week or two. If I don't you're off the hook. If you wanted to leave I'd give you a decent reference."

"How do I know?"

"You'll have to trust me. After all I trusted you. But I'll play fair by you. So it's up to you. Saturday morning - on for it or not on for it.?"

An understandable pause.

"On for it. I have to be. No damage, whatever that may mean," she said dolefully and, without waiting for me to rise, made her way to the door.

"Not office hours - half past nine is fine," I said, "And just in your normal office clothes." I liked the idea of violating her in those, as it was in those that she had set off my daydreams.

Saturday dawned cheerful and bright - or to be literal, as bright as the perpetual haze ever allowed in those parts. A full breakfast - I hoped to need all my energies. Then off to the office, where I had taken care to let the caretaker know he could have the day off as I was there myself. And into my office behind my desk shortly before nine thirty to wait for her.

She appeared on time. I sat motionless. She made her way to the front of my desk, which was as normal, awaiting instructions. I handed her our mortise key. "Go and lock the outer door and come back," I said. We had a mortise lock and a Yale, but only I had the key to the first.

She came back and stood as before. I stared at her - particularly formal to-day, in a black pin striped suit and skirt and the immaculate white blouse. She looked determined, quite strong in fact. She would get on with it and get it over with, she hoped. And why not - I was not out to make her life a misery, just to make the best of a unique piece of luck.

"Turn around, " I said. She duly did. I admired the full curve of her bum.

"Lift your skirt," I said, "Slowly. No - slower than that - we're in no hurry."

Slowly she lifted the black formal skirt. She had a job easing it over her bum, with it being tailored to fit. She had to pull on one side then the other. Suited me. Eventually she got it up round her waist. She was wearing white panties cut round the sides of her bottom, with lace round the top. There's something particularly succulent about white pants on black skin. Her full firm black cheeks shone slightly - they tend to use some sort of oil, to preserve their skins in the heat.

"Very appealing," I said. She meanwhile said nothing, which suited me fine - for the moment I was interested in her bottom not her conversation. "Bend over and touch your toes. Now part your legs." Simple stuff, but pleasing, her pants clasped tight around the full pouch of her sex and a few wiry black hairs at the sides shown up by the white.

I did not have a set program - just a few ideas and go with the flow. I rolled my chair back. "You'd better come and lie across my lap", I said, "Keep that skirt up."

She came round the edge of the desk, her skirt up round her waist and her dignity somewhat diminished thereby, but less so than you might think given her determined expression. She lay across my lap, head hanging down to my left, hands on the floor in front of her, high healed black shoes just touching the floor on the other side, and the two cheeks of that delectable bottom right there in front of me,, naked except for her pants. My idea had been to spank her, with some words about her deserving her punishment. But in the event the words seemed hopelessly corny. If I spanked her that was not so she could get punished but so I could enjoy myself. First though, faced with those cheeks, I did not want to spank them but to get acquainted with them. I slid my hands over the satin and lace of her pants, pushed down into her crack, tight not because she was clenching herself but simply from youth and fitness. I ran my fingers up and down over the white, pressing them into the hollow where her anus must lie. Then I stroked up her thighs then slid under her pants to feel the twin creases at the base of her cheeks, and moved up over her slopes and fullnesses. The slightly grainy, sticky feel their skins have, because of the oil or whatever. I gripped her cheeks tight in my fists, at which she squeaked. I clenched on them, took possession of them. I thrust under her pants deep into her crack, felt the rougher skin around her anus, ran up and down the deep valley, slightly sweaty from the heat, and over ridges and hollows of her anus itself.. There under my hands - indescribably real, after imagining her often enough.

I bunched her pants into her crack, just the one vivid rope of white in blackness, and slapped her right cheek, hard. A slightly pale handprint appeared on her dark skin and faded fast. That stimulated me. I slapped her good and hard again and again till my palm hurt, probably more than her bum. I could have done with her giving a few shrieks but she was not going to descend to that. I could order a few screeches out of her of course, but they would lack authenticity.

Anyway, it was the crack of her bum that drew my attention. I tugged her pants down to the tops of her thighs, dragging them under her stomach.

"Pull your cheeks open." I said.

She did as she was told. How I loved it all - the deep smooth dark hollow n which her anus was set, then the black ribs and valleys of the thing itself, and the little round nub in the middle, slightly raised, with a dark hollow at its centre. It attracted me more than he cunt, more intimate and private. I rubbed round and round the ridges with my forefinger, then I stuck it in my mouth, wetted it, and shoved it into the hollow to wiggle it through the tight barrier and inside her. That drew a startled, "Oh, ugh, oh", from her then silence again. Something she hadn't reckoned on?

I looked down on the vista and twisted and turned my finger, feeling a placid unhurried contentment, as one might feel at a real achievement in one's life, which in fact it was, having her over my knee and I doing whatever I wanted with her.

What about her cunt? A change of approach was called for.

"Take your knickers and skirt off," I said, "Then go and sit in the arm chair."

She stood, slid off the knickers, unzipped the skirt, and with some difficulty got it off. Bare bottomed but still in her high heeled black shoes and her black jacket and her blouse, she went and sat in the chair. She avoided looking me in the eye.

"Cock your legs up over the arms," I said, "Show me your cunt."

She did. "Come forward a bit," I said, "Push your legs out more. I want to see the lot."

She did as she was told. She had a lovely cunt - a perfect neat oval, with just the shaft of her clit visible between her lips at the top. Thick crinkly black hair in a triangle on her mound, pointing down into her cunt, and sparser crinkles on her lips, which were fat and full. I don't like the shaved cunts which have come into fashion since - poor bald irregular insignificant flaps. It's the move from the urbanity of cared for skin to the primeval, the rank, the throwback that turns me on.

"Open it up for me," I said.

She pulled the two lips open with her hands. Still not a word. She had obviously decided to go along with what was wanted. The depths of her cunt were deep glistening crimmister, like the fires of a volcano at the foot of black cliffs.

"Rub your clit," I said.

She put her forefinger there.

"You're not rubbing it," I said, "The tip's not moving. Do it right. And shove your finger up your hole. Masturbate so I can watch you. Get yourself wet, then you won't get sore when I fuck you. Do your best. Think beautiful thoughts."

I have no idea what she thought, but she did close her eyes and worked away at herself with a reamisterable display of verisimilitude. When she took time off from her clit to rub her finger round and round the entrance to her hole she seemed to get her juices going and the crimmister shone the brighter."

"Stuff a finger up your arse," I said. Her face winced and scowled, but she wetted her forefinger in her cunt, lifted her bum to get her hand round, and twiddled and twisted the start of her forefinger into herself.

"Get it right up," I said. I enjoyed watching her wriggle and ease it up her, and her face as it scowled the while. She got it right up, but thereby I lost the view as her hand got in the way.

"OK," I said. "That's enough. Lie down on the floor on your back. Pull your knees right up - tuck them up to your armpits."

It was a wonderful sight, Bathsheba my respectable inaccessible secretary self-trussed like a chicken, her bottom raised from the floor because her knees were right back, with her calves and black shoes waving over her head. And her cunt shoved up towards me, proffered and waiting for me to attend to it. It was all the more titillating because of the blouse and the jacket she still had on, as respectable as could be, with her thatch of black hair and her cunt just beneath it. Her cunt had mostly closed up again, but not quite, like a door ajar, with a streak of crimmister showing inside. Her efforts must have had some affect on it.

I've never gone in much for blow jobs. I was quite encouraged enough standing over her looking down at her. In a leisurely way I unbuckled my belt, slipped off my trousers and pants along with the loose espadrilles I was wearing, and stroked my cock.

But why rush into the fuck? I moved forwards and put my knees on each side of her head. "You can drop your legs for now," I said, "Just look up at me." And she did - I looked down at her face and my balls and my arse hanging close over it.

"Take one of my balls into your mouth," I said, "Gently. Give it a soft suck."

She had to open her mouth wide, and I dipped myself into it - not for nothing is the practise called teabagging. She sucked and licked. I wondered if she had ever done this before. No way of telling.

I pulled out and settled my arse over her. "Lick my arse hole good and hard," I said. I felt rather pleased with myself that I had washed it carefully that morning - sensitive fellow.

"Glad you enjoyed it then. Can I go home now?"

Funny, but I was hoping she had enjoyed it, or parts of it at least. That's how it is in stories, isn't it? The girl starts by hating it and ends up creaming herself. This one was determined to go through with it and equally determined to have nothing more to do with it than she had to, emotionally speaking. Unless it was more that she didn't want to admit to anything- after all she had managed to get her juices flowing. Either way, so be it. No reamister for me to be through with her yet though - chance of a lifetime, and might as well make the best of it.

"Go Home? Don't you believe it. Only mid-morning. I'll have a few more ideas as soon as I've got some lead back in my pencil." She snorted resignedly and put down her cup.

"I need to go to the toilet," she said, "Shall I go to the office one?"

"No, use mine," I said generously, "I'll come and watch you."

"Oh no!" she said, but with resignation.

She went in and sat on the seat.

"You'll have to perch your legs up," I said, "Otherwise I don't get the view. And hold yourself open - we don't want you dribbling all over yourself." I crouched in front of her.

"I can't get going," she said, "Not with you watching."

I go up briefly to turn on the cold tap in the basin, an old army trick. In a couple of moments off she shot, a thick fraying stream bursting out of the tiny hole above her vagina which one normally would not notice but seemed slightly distended by the flow. It splashed vigorously on the front of the pan. I stuck my fingers in the flow and gave them lick. She looked rather scornful, as I suppose she well might.

"Quite tasty," I said, "Rather acid."

"What do you expect?" She dribred to a stop, gathered a clump of toilet paper, and wiped herself. "I don't see what you get out of it."

"Prurient curiosity," I said. For the first time in the whole business she gave a laugh, showing bright white teeth hitherto not much in evidence.

"I need one too," I said, "You can have a sip." I stood up, turned off the tap which I could not see myself needing, and flourished my cock at her.

"Come on," I said, like someone gently wheedling a young, "Come and get it. Get my cock all nice and warm in your mouth and have a lovely takey."

"Shit," she said.

"Luckily for you that's not something interests me."

She knelt at my feet and took my knob in her mouth.

"No spilling mind," I said, and let it come, but slowly to give her time to get it down. Also I didn't want to use it all up. She gulped away, face screwed up in distaste. I stopped and pulled out.

"Nice?" I asked.

"Like hell."

"Take off the rest of your kit and get in the shower."

"What now?" But she did it. First time I had seen her naked. Lovely firm breasts, as she backed up against the far wall of the shower. Fat nipples on a huge dark brown bases like gun emplacements. Just the dark shadow of the slit of her cunt, under its covering of hair.

I stood in the entrance to the shower and pissed at her, wielding my cock like a fire hose over her breasts and her cunt. The pale liquid drifted down her legs. My stream ebbed and vanished and I wished I'd had more to give. A new experience. Curiously satisfying.

"Did you have to do that?" she said, her nose wrinkled up. Well, no, I didn't have to, but why not?

I stepped in, got the shower head down from its holder, turned on the tap, and showered the front of her down. Then chucked her a towel from the shelf.

"You get on and dry yourself," I said.

"I'm not really clean."

"Clean enough for now."

She got out of the shower and toweled away, and an enjoyable sight she made, twisting and turning and bending. She picked up her clothes and we went back to the other room.

"Just put on your bra and shoes," I said. She looked good like that - white lace bra, though she did not really need one, black shoes. Her black thatch between the two, and her black skin.

"That's a clever girl. Now you just bend over the arm of that chair, get your head down, and wait for what comes next.." She bent over, presenting a full firm rump.

"I've got a bit of cream to make it easier," I said, assuming she had guessed what came next, "Sun tan cream as it happens, admittedly unusual for where the sun never shines, but it should do the trick." I squeezed some from the tube I had brought onto my forefinger. Then the pleasant job of pushing it into her anus and moving it around. And some more and some more. You can't have too much in my opinion, otherwise both parties get sore. I was pleased at the idea of being able to fuck her arse with no condom - AIDS had not started to gallop through Africa at that time.

"Now," I said, "I have to get really good and hard or I won't be able to get in. So I need a little stimulation." I bent down to pull my belt out of my trousers, which were still on the floor, and started to larrup her. She began to screech. It hurt. Red welts rose on her bum. "No, you're hurting me. No damage you said. Oh. That hurts."

"No damage my dear. It's really doing something for me." It was. I was stroking my cock faster and faster. For the first time I was carried away - everything till now had been quite measured. My balls felt as if they were boiling with cream, got into full production by it all. I was easily stiff enough to fuck her but I was enjoying hurting her so much. I thwacked away while her buttocks jerked and flailed and she broke down from shrieks into tears. Then I grasped the shaft of my cock and stuck the head into her arse.

The first bit of course was easy, then I met resistance.

"Relax or you'll get hurt," I said. I don't know if she managed that. But, holding and shoving, and turned on finally by grabbing her left cheek with my free hand and really squeezing her so hard she cried out, I got it in.

"It hurts, it hurts," she cried.

I shoved and slowly got right in, up to my root. A curious lack of sensation once I was inside, like cramming through a narrow door into an empty warehouse. Just as well it was empty I suppose, considering what it might have contained. Then slowly I withdrew. Lots of sensation where the rim of my glans came up against the tight band at her entrance. I pushed and pulled a little right there, most enjoyable, then thrust right in again, then did it all faster and faster. She gave a screech every time I shoved, then grunted when I hit up against her bum and my balls slapped her cunt. She greased up a good deal from inside as we went on and it all got easier.

"Say things to me," I said, "Tell me to do it. Tell me what I'm to do."

"I can't," she cried, "What things?"

I was really carried away by now. I tore her bra open at the back and reached round and grabbed both her tits.

"Don't play little miss know nothing with me. You know what things. Or you can make them up. Or I'll rip your tits off." Not that I could of course, but my sincerity must have made an impression.

"Fuck me," she started.

"Louder. Embroider the theme." A degree of grisly humour might stimulate her imagination.

"Fuck me," she shouted, "Fuck me in my arse. Fuck my bum with your cock. Bugger me, sodomise me" - these biblical phrases! - "Fuck my butt. I want your juice in me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck my bum, fuck my bum, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it."

I did just that, faster and faster in rhythm with her words, and came right down in the depths of her body, came as I never came before or since, flooded her bowels and throbbed myself into exhaustion.

After a bit I pulled out - not easy as she had clenched up somewhat. I sat back in my office chair.

"Stay like that," I said.

She started sobbing softly. Slowly a gout of thick grey-white liquid seeped out of her anus and started creeping down towards her cunt. I got my hankie out of my trouser pocket and went over and handed it to her, "Hold this at the top of your legs to catch it when it drops off your cunt," I said.

I watched as my white spunk slowly seeped down the half distended black lips and started to drip into the handkerchief.

"You can wipe yourself now," I said, "Then get yourself over here."

She came over with bowed head. I stood up. "Get down and suck my cock clean, I said.

She was sniveling hopelessly. She knelt, and licked that cock, rich with every sort of secretion. I motioned her back to the armchair, where she collapsed in a bundle, folded into it sideways to avoid sitting on her sore bum, like a foetus in its womb, and suddenly started to sob and shake.

I gave her a good bit of time, and the sobs dwindled.

"Go off and get a proper shower," I said.

She hobred into my bathroom. I heard the lavatory flush again and the shower run. She took her time - wanted to make a thorough job of it, no doubt. Then returned naked with her hair in a wet mess. Fetching in fact, like Venus from the sea.

"I'm afraid I haven't a hair dryer," I said.

"There's one in the office," she said.

"Then get it and we'll plug it in here."

She went and got it, and stood by the desk blowing and twisting this way and that, stark naked the while, till she was satisfied and switched it off. She was still trembling, but no longer in tears.

"You can get dressed," I said, "In here. Then do your makeup using the mirror in there if you want."

I enjoyed watching her dress. She hooked on her white bra, then slipped on her blouse, then her skirt, her shoes and her jacket.

"You've forgotten your pants," I said.

"I'm not wearing those again," she said.

"Been through too much?"

She picked them up and, before I knew what she was up to, grabbed her bag, shot into the toilet, and I heard the flush again - presumably to get rid of the pants. Time went by. When she emerged she had done a commendable job and looked much as she had done when she first appeared, except her face was a bit puffy and her eyes red from the crying. She didn't ask if she could go - perhaps she was too scared of what I might do next to risk it.

"That's it," I said, "You've given me a marvellous day, unforgettable. I won't ask you for it all again. Feel free to ask me for any of it if you fancy, though." She snorted.

"Before you go, just turn around."

She looked really resentful and impatient, but turned.

"Lift your skirt as you did at when we started."

She did, with equal difficulty.

"Bend right over and part your legs."

She continued to do as she was told. I suppose she had no alternative really, having gone so far.

Once more I gazed, taking my time, at her full cheeks and her cunt nestled below them, its spiky valves now closed and concealing the moist crimmister creature that lived within.

"Thanks," I said. She stood up, turned, pulled her skirt down.

"Just before you go - was it a surprise?" I asked.

"Who's the innocent now? Do you think I don't know about these things? At least you didn't want me to eat your cuckolds brownie. It was a deal. I've delivered. Now it's for you."

I was impressed.

"You're quite a woman. You should go far. Beautiful too," I said, "Till Monday morning, then."

One last glimpse of that pin striped bum and she was out of the door. I felt rather deserted and lonely.

Life in the office became formal in the extreme. She soon got a new job in Port Harcourt over in Ibo country, helped by the reference I gave her. I didn't hold her to her notice. She seemed to have got herself together OK. Not damaged for life. I hope.

I'm not so sure about myself. I got her cunt and her arse but when all's said and done I lost her. The office is a rather dismal place without her.

Off to Lagos soon and my wife. And no doubt fucking my wife. Not the biggest of thrills, judging by past experience. Not that thrill is everything. They tell me. Will I ever get as worked up again? OK I was a cuckolds brownie - but to have the chance to be a cuckolds brownie once in a lifetime, and do someone a good turn into the bargain. I was a lucky man. I suppose.