Toxin Handler

“Hi, have you got my costume for tonight?” I asked Amanda as soon as I returned home from my Honeymoon.
“Well; there’s been a change of plan. We aren’t going as the Spice Girls after all. I’ve had to put something special together for you instead.” She laughed, before asking about my Honeymoon in Corfu. As she hung up we agreed that my new husband, Paul, would drop me at her house at 6.30.
As I talked about my holiday I completely forgot to ask what my new costume was going to be.
Later in the day I began to worry as Amanda has a completely different sense of humour to me.
We had worked together in accounts for 5years and had become best friends despite being completely opposite in character and her being 10 years older than me. Amanda was married with 3 young sons and I had only been married for two weeks, although Paul and I had lived together for 5 years since leaving University.
“Are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up?” My darling husband asked as he dropped me outside her house.
“No, it’s fine, I’m sharing a taxi with Nicky and Clare; don’t worry.” I reminded him as we kissed goodbye.
Amanda’s house was its’ usual chaos as I stepped over discarded toys in the hallway leading to the kitchen.
Before I could say hello to the kids she produced a bottle of red wine and two glasses grabbed me by the arm and dragged me upstairs to change into our outfits.
Once inside the bedroom she took two large bags from the wardrobe and giggled as she unpacked the first one “Ta Da! Lara Croft for me!” then emptying the second onto the bed -, “Trust me, please, trust me. For you…….Miss Whiplash!”
I couldn’t believe my eyes. “Tell me you’re joking!” I gasped as I looked at the fancy dress outfit that she was laying out onto her bed for me.
“There…there’s nothing to it!” I stammered, “But…everyone will see my underwear…and I can’t wear …them!” I pointed at a pair of stockings.
Amanda was already getting undressed as I picked up and stared at a short leather skirt.
I glanced at Amanda; her breasts were smaller and softer than mine as she unclipped her bra and dropped it on the floor.
“Come on, hurry up”, she chided me, as she slipped her white knickers off, exposing her neatly trimmed pubes.
I must have been staring at her private parts as I gulped at my wine.
“Surprised?” she laughed as she stopped pulling up a sexy black g-string. She ran her hand over the stubble and smiled.
“John prefers it this short. Sometimes I even shave it all off for him,” Amanda laughed, revelling in my embarrassment, “It’s better for him when he licks me out! Ha, ha, ha!”
“Come on…hurry up. You haven’t got a choice… get your knickers off and get that outfit on!” Amanda chuckled as she pulled the small tight Lycra top over her head, “John can’t wait to see you”.
I grudgingly discarded my sweatshirt, jeans and boring white bra until I was only wearing a pair of green panties.
Paul and I had met at University and still dressed ‘very casual’ even bordering on ‘hippyish’. I normally wore jeans or jogging pants and trainers with loose fitting tops to disguise my large (34dd) breasts. I would only put on a little bit of lipstick and mascara to go to the pub. My hair is brown and cut quite short. I would never ever wear anything as revealing as this and my husband wouldn’t want me to either.
Amanda was already fastening her boots as I tentatively picked up a half-cup black bra that was lying next to a tiny red thong.
“I’ll never get everything into this!” I playfully moaned looking at the size – 32c.
“Oh come on,” she sighed as she hitched her leather shorts even higher up her hips until they were nearly cutting her in two, “it’ll be a laugh.”
I smiled as I turned away to take my knickers off.
With a heavy heart I stepped into Amanda’s tiny red panties.
Amanda fastened the bra for me as I fumbled with the clasp. It was obviously at least a size too small making my heavy breasts appear to spill out at any moment.
“Have I got to wear these?” I pleaded waving the packet of fishnet stockings at my friend.
“Yes you do!” She insisted as she fastened her gun belt to her hips.
I carefully pulled the first one over my toes and up my leg making the elastic snap against my thigh. As I straightened the top of the second stocking I glimpsed myself in the mirror, my bushy pubes where poking out of the top and sides of the tiny red slip of material. I blushed.
As I pulled up the zip on the side of the leather mini-skirt I hissed, “I’m going to look a right tart dressed like this.”
Amanda just laughed as she opened her wardrobe and handed me a pair of her high-healed boots. “Wait until you’ve got these on!”
I looked in the mirror as I buttoned the front of the transparent blouse. I was right; I looked like a tart as the skirt hardly covered my stocking tops and when I moved my breasts wrestled to get out of the bra.
I turned to see Amanda taking something else from a bag.
“And to complete the outfit!” She threw me a long, curly, bright auburn wig.
“Put that on and I’ll do your make-up for you.” She grinned.
I sat in front of the dressing table sipping the last of the wine as my friend began ‘painting my face’. Her wobbling breasts casually brushed my cheek as she moved from side to side. My eyes became fixed on her erect nipples as she applied a thick coat of bright red lipstick to my pouting mouth.
As I pulled a pair of long velvet gloves onto my hands I again looked at myself in the full length mirror; for some reason the long curly red hair was perfect with my tarty outfit and began to turn me into a different person.
I gave my reflection a smile and a sultry vamp winked back at me. I had been transformed into a sexy vixen.
“What do you think?” Amanda called to her husband as we walked downstairs. John stepped out of the kitchen and peered at us as I tentatively moved downstairs step to step in my 3 inch heeled boots.
“Jesus!” he bellowed and nervously adjusted his crotch. Amanda fired a pellet from her gun at his head.
“You can stop that now!” She laughed then fired a second at his chest making him flinch. “You’ll have to make do with me when I get home!”
Pretending to be frightened of his wife John cowered behind a tea-towel, “What about…you know?” He nodded his head at a bag lying next to some shoes in the hall.
“Shit. I nearly forgot.” Amanda chuckled as she chased her youngest son, firing pellets over his head, “the plastic bag is for you too.”
John nodded again at the plastic bag.
As I stepped towards it I realised John was watching my every movement. Cheekily I bent straight over from the waist to pick it up.
For the first time in my life I felt deliciously naughty when my skirt rode up my thighs flashing my stocking tops and bum cheeks at him.
As I stood straight again I opened the bag. A riding crop! Of course – how could I be Miss Whiplash without a whip?
I turned to see my best friend’s husband leering at me. With a look of admonishment I flicked the end so it clipped his crotch making him jump back.
“That’s what happens when you look up a lady’s skirt!” I chuckled.
Amanda joined us and grimaced. “Was he trying to see your knickers?” She asked as she playfully punched him in the arm.
John and I both grinned as he held the door open because the taxi had arrived.
Sandra was dressed as a French-Maid and handed us bottles of Alco pops as she sat beside the driver.
She laughed out loud when she saw me and teased, “I can see what kind of night this is going to be!” As I slid along the back seat showing my stocking tops to the world.
The taxi pulled up in front of a huge marquee behind one of the cities top hotels.
As we climbed out of the car I had a massive surge of self-confidence. Swaying my hips and making sure that my breasts wobbled; led the way into the party. The long wig, heavy make-up and sexy clothing were turning me into a completely different person; a very sexy woman.
The first man I saw was Alex, the Sales Manager dressed as a Blues Brother.
‘TWANK’ I hit his backside with the riding crop. He jumped with shock (and pain) spilling his beer, making his friends laugh.
“What does a girl have to do to get a drink around here?” I joked.
He rubbed his buttock and looked me up and down, “Phwoar! I guess she would have to be dressed like that!” Still rubbing his buttock he asked the rest, “What would you ladies like?”
Minutes later he returned with an assortment of cocktails. As we stood drinking Alex produced his digital camera and made us pose together in a group, then individually. Amanda was now in her element posing as Lara Croft firing plastic pellets at anyone who looked her way. Sandra quickly lifted her skirt showing the men her stockings and suspenders.
I could feel the adrenaline surge through my body as, for the first time in my life; guys looked at me as a sex object. I don’t know what magic potion was in the wig but I very quickly felt and acted like a bitch on heat, flirting with the sales guys and even one of the Directors.
We soon chose a table for dinner and Alex made sure that he was sitting next to me. He was a great guy anyway, always making us girls in the office laugh, so I didn’t mind.
He would flirt and flatter us or tell crude jokes that would make a sailor blush. He was in his late forties, short and stocky – not attractive in the conventional sense but his charm made all of the women in the office like him. One lunch time two women from accounts had joked that they ‘would let him fuck them’ if they had the chance, which had made me look at him in a different light.
During dinner he kept taking photos, even taking a couple of ‘sneaky’ ones of me as my skirt climbed up my legs. I pretended to be offended (I smacked him with the crop) but I secretly loved the attention.
When the meal finished we all separated; dancing, drinking and chatting to friends. Whenever I came back to the table Alex would be waiting for me. We talked and flirted and he kept taking more photos of me as the others danced or drank close by. He kept telling me how sexy I looked; that I should model for him and he could get my pictures into magazines or on the internet. As the drink and flattery began to take effect I began posing for him, making sure that he saw my stocking tops, and I would bend forward making my cleavage look absolutely massive. At one stage I pouted and put two fingers into my mouth which must have looked like I was simulating oral sex – his eyes lit up.
“You’re giving me a hard-on!” he whispered.
I sat back in my chair and eased my thighs apart so that he could photograph my little red knickers.
Alex looked around and stroked my hand, “Let’s go outside for some more intimate pictures.” Without hesitation I followed as he discretely opened a fire door when no one was looking.
We quickly moved away from the marquee and were soon standing behind the kitchens. Alex looked around to make sure that we couldn’t be seen, pressed me against the wall and kissed me. He kissed me like I’d never been kissed before. His lips were as soft as butter and his tongue as slippery as an eel. I tried to kiss him back but he was taking my breath away. I clung onto his shoulders as his hands began groping my bum. My head was spinning as his hands pulled my skirt up to my waist as he stroked the back of my thighs above the elasticated stocking tops until he was grabbing huge handfuls of my tight arse. Without thinking I began grinding my crotch into his stiffening cock as our tongues tried to choke each other they were so deep in each others mouths.
With a gentle peck on my tingling lips he suddenly whispered; “I want to take some more photos. Is that okay?”
I was so drunk I could hardly speak so just smiled and nodded.
He stepped back and began adjusting his digital camera.
I pressed my shoulders against the wall leaving my small leather skirt wrapped around my hips exposing my barely covered private parts to him.
Alex grinned and the camera flashed. He moved around taking another three photos from different angles, and then said, “Show me your tits.”
Without hesitating I slowly unbuttoned the blouse as he took more pictures, then put my hands behind my back and unclipped Amanda’s bra. I gasped as my large breasts tumbled free from their lace cage.
The feeling of relief was wonderful as I closed my eyes and squeezed my aching breasts, forgetting that Alex was taking photos until the flash startled me.
“That looked good!” Alex chuckled, “now keep squeezing your tits but put the other hand down the front of your pants for me.”
Again I conformed without hesitation. My pubes felt like barbed wire as I slowly ran my fingers through the forest of curly hair.
“Pull your pants down for me,” he panted.
Still squeezing my pendulous breasts with one hand I got the tiny red g-string as far as my knees with the other, then raised my hand back to my aching breasts. My nipples were puffed up like marshmallows and my heart was beating like a drum as Alex moved in closer with his camera.
“Take them off and spread your legs for me,” he whispered in a husky manner as his camera clicked in front of my hairy pussy.
My breasts swung like pendulums as I bent forward to take the panties completely off.
Alex’s breath got heavier and faster as I had to lift my legs up and wide apart to get the knickers over the long spiked heals, giving him plenty of opportunities to photograph my now dripping honeypot.
My mind was an absolute blank by now. I never gave a second’s thought to my husband of two weeks or the fact that apart from my GP no other man had ever seen my most intimate parts.
“Oh God, Lynn, my balls are going to explode if you don’t do something about it for me,” Alex groaned as he held the camera six inches away from my love tunnel.
I didn’t move or say anything as he took a step back and unfastened his trousers.
“You’ve got to suck me off! Okay?” he asked as his trousers and boxer shorts slid down his chubby legs leaving his straining cock jutting out like a dagger.
I smiled and slowly dropped to my knees, taking his meat into my velvet gloved hand. His camera flashed as I opened my mouth and licked the bulbous purple tip.
His balls did feel heavy and about to burst as I stroked them while I sucked and licked his cock.
I was amazed that it looked much thicker and a little longer than Paul’s; I thought that they ‘all looked the same’. With one hand holding my head and the other taking photos Alex forced his fat cock deep into my face until he completely filled my mouth, which Paul never could.
Alex moaned and groaned as he stroked my long false hair and dangling tits as well as taking more pictures of me sucking his cock.
“I can’t cum, I can’t cum,” he sighed, as I wantonly ran my wet tongue along his throbbing shaft, “stand up, I’ve got fuck you. I’ve got to.”
Alex helped me to my feet and pushed me against the kitchen wall.
His eyes were like saucers as he ran his fingers along my honey pot, “Jesus! You’re soaking!” he gasped as two or three fingers easily slid inside my hole.
I bit my lip and didn’t say a word as he flexed and twisted his fingers inside my hot pussy.
With little or no ceremony he pulled his fingers out and instantly replaced them with his twitching cock. We groaned in unison as his fat dick stretched my juicy love hole.
Alex was struggling to get all of his cock inside my pussy as my high-heeled boots made me a little bit taller than he was.
It felt wonderful as this man fucked me and we both tried to move and thrust in our quest to satisfy our primal needs.
Finally I bent one leg and wrapped the other around his waist instantly allowing all six inches or so of his cock to fill my freshly married pussy.
Our lips met again and we kissed like our lives depended on it.
Alex was sucking and licking my swinging tits as he fucked me like a demon. His cock felt awesome as it battered my cunt.
Then with a grunt and a large sigh Alex pressed his face deep into the soft flesh of my breast. As he panted for breath I felt my pussy fill up with his warm juices.
“Oh Lynn, oh Lynn,” he panted as his body went limp, “that was fantastic; fantastic.”
Shaking, I un-wrapped my leg from his waist allowing him to withdraw his shrinking cock from my sloppy hole. As I steadied myself I could feel my pussy-opening contorting as it tried to get back to its normal size.
With a cheeky grin Alex asked, “Just one last picture?” Without waiting he knelt in front of me and took three more photos of my stretched hole which was oozing his sticky cum down my thighs.
I pulled my skirt back over my stocking tops and just as I was forcing my heaving breasts back into Amanda’s bra I heard her voice.
“Lynn? Lynn? Are you there?” She called, “Your taxi’s here.”
Still fastening my blouse, but without any knickers on I staggered towards her voice.
“Oh you’re there,” she sounded relieved. “Hang on!” She questioned me, “What were you doing back there?”
Amanda tried to get past me but I grabbed her arm and kept on walking.
“You dirty cow!” she laughed, “who were you with?”
As we stumbled back to the marquee Lynn kept looking over her shoulder to see who my ‘mystery lover’ was.
“You dirty cow,” Amanda repeated, “I don’t believe it! You’ve only been married a fortnight! You will tell me who you were with and what you were doing – you will!”
At the taxi Clare, who was dressed as a Red-Indian was sitting beside the driver, so I had to sit in the back.
“Nicky has disappeared with Jimmy from Sales,” Clare giggled.
As the taxi slowly made its way along the driveway I spotted Alex with his Pork-pie had and shades standing beside the road. As the taxi passed him he waved my red knickers in the air!

Fancy Dress Party (Taxi Ride)
My drunkenness was now making me very sleepy as the taxi sped along the motorway.
“Lynn! Lynn!” Clare shouted as she shook my arm, “I’m getting out now, will you be ok?”
“Yes, yes…sure,” I mumbled as my eyes blinked with the sudden light.
“I’ve got her address. She’ll be fine.” I heard the elderly Asian taxi-driver tell my friend.
I looked forward and spotted his dark brown eyes staring back from the rear-view mirror as he adjusted it.
Not realising what he was doing I smiled back at him.
“You look like you’ve had a good night” the man grinned through his tobacco stained teeth.
“Yes…yes I have.” I slurred as I remembered the shafting that I’d just had from Alex.
The taxi sped around a corner making me slide along the back seat.
“Whoo Hoo!” I giggled as I spread my arms and legs to steady myself.
I looked up to see his twinkling eyes in the mirror again.
“Are you okay?” he asked as I drifted into a light sleep.
Hardly able to speak I just smiled and raised my thumb.
“I sometimes drive kiss-o-gram girls and strippers around. Have you ever done that?” He asked as he looked in the mirror.
Flattered, I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.
“You should think about it,” the driver continued as I struggled to keep my eyes open, “a pretty girl like you could make a lot of money…if she dressed like you.”
“Whoo Hoo!” I giggled again as he turned another corner making me slide along the warm leather upholstery.
After about 20 minutes I desperately tried to shake my head to try and stay awake as I was nearing my home town.
A sudden wave of panic overtook me as I spotted the meter as it reached £25. I frantically searched through my purse. All I could find was a £10 note and £7 in coins and I still had a couple of miles to go!
“Stop, stop!” I pleaded, “I haven’t got enough money. I’ll have to get out here …I’m sorry. Stop the car!”
“What?” He looked over his shoulder, his grey flecked beard shining in the street lights, “How much have you got?”

I woke up and slowly opened my eyes to see that I had not been dreaming, My master was still there sleeping beside me. I could feel his warm skin all the way down my body and his cum still inside my ass. I loved being his slut so as a proper cock-whore I immediately slipped down on the bed until my face was even with his big beautiful cock. I loved when my master fell asleep, it was so fun to suck his cock until he woke up. I lightly licked around the soft head of his cock, playing with his slowly hardening shaft gently. I let his cock slide into my wet mouth slowly sucking him deeper, letting just the head rest on my tongue. I sucked and licked around the head of my masters cock, loving the taste of myself and his cum. I let my mouth go farther down on his long cock, sucking him slowly into my mouth.
I move my hand to his balls and roll them around, I know my master loves me to play with his balls when I suck his cock. His long, thick cock now fully hard in my mouth, I began sucking him harder, moving my head slowly up and down his big dick.
“Ah… I love when you service me like this bitch. You are such a good little girl, I knew you would be.” my master said in his pleased Daddy voice, and then moaned as I fully deep-throated his cock.
I love it when my master is pleased by me, I live to be his whore. I’m made for him and he uses me so well. I kept his cock deep in my throat and moaned, knowing he loved the vibrations on his hard shaft. I began sucking his cock harder, moving my mouth up and down his shaft. I stop at the spongy head of his cock so I can taste his pre-cum and tease him a bit. I bring my mouth off of his cock for a moment and look deep into my master’s eyes, questioning him.
“Yes baby girl, what do you have to say?” he asked me softly giving me permission to speak.
“Chris I love the way your cock feels in my mouth and the way you taste. Master my pussy is dripping wet just from having your cock in my mouth.” I moaned out and then returned to sucking my master’s hard cock. Without warning I quickly deep-throated his cock and began sucking hard.
“Oh god you little bitch! Suck my cock, slut!” my master grunted as he grabbed my head and began fucking his cock into my throat as I relaxed and just sucked his shaft as he fucked my face. I loved making him lose control like this, he made me feel like a fuck toy when he used me like this. I came hard while he fucked my slutty mouth, moaning around his cock. “Oohhhhhhh Fuck!” my master yelled as his cum spurted into my throat and he pulled his cock out fast to cover my pretty young face with his spunk.
I keep my mouth open to try and taste my Masters creamy cum and catch a few shots but most lands all over my face. I lick my lips and swallow the bit of cum in my mouth moaning as I taste my master’s treat.
“Did you cum, bitch? Did you?” Chris asked me in his stern Daddy voice, the one he used when he was going to punish me.
“Yes sir I did, I just love being your little cock whore so much that I couldn’t help it. I love being your cunt Master.” I whispered in my little girl voice.
“Ok baby girl, this time is ok. Look up at me doll. You look like such a whore right now. My cum all over your face, you are such a fucking slut. Today you get rewarded for being such a good girl for me” my master replied softly. “Now, let’s go get cleaned up for your surprise” he smirked. Chris lifted me off the bed and carried me into the bathroom, putting me down in the shower. “Ok slut, let’s clean my cum from you and get you shaved and soft. I want your soft, sweet, young pussy to be as fresh as it can be.” my master whispered as he turned on the spray and began lathering his hands with sweet smelling bath gel.
When his hands were covered in the white foam he began washing my hot little body, my cunt was still soaked from sucking his cock and I wanted him to fuck me. I needed his cock inside me soon. I was moaning as he washed my big breasts. My nipples were rock hard by the time he rinsed the soap from me. He laughed as I wiggled closer to him and grabbed his already hard cock and began jacking him off.
“You want my cock slut?” he asked me laughing.
“Oh god, Chris please.” I begged as he bent down and bit my nipple while suddenly shoving two fingers into my wet cunt.
“Please what bitch? What do you want? Do you want me to let you ride my fingers, want me to lick that slutty cunt or fuck your tight little pussy? Or maybe you want me to fuck your ass again? Well, little girl what do you want?” my master growled roughly into my ear as he grabbed my hair hard and pulled me against his chest, flattening my big tits, his thick fingers still buried deep in my cunt.
“Oh master, please fuck my cunt, I need your cock inside my pussy master. Chris, mmm, Chris please fuck my cunt” I screamed as I rode hard on his fingers.
“That’s my little girl, turn around slut and put your hands on the wall and spread your pretty legs for me. Let me see your cunt baby girl. Show me my pussy, now bitch!” He replied as he pushed me to turn around so my ass was facing him. Slap Slap Slap Slap his big hands slammed down on my white ass, the water from the shower making the sting worse. I cried out in pain and pleasure, he spanked me without warning and the shock almost made me cum.
“You came while sucking my cock cunt, WITHOUT my permission. I cannot let you get away with that. A good whore knows better” Chris yelled at me while continuing to slap my reddening and stinging ass.
I cried out, “I’m sorry master, please forgive me, I’ll be a good slut”. After he slapped me about ten times on each burning red cheek his assault stopped, my cunt was dripping wet from my well-deserved spanking. “Master I am sorry for being a bad little girl, you made my little cunt so wet by spanking me. Will you please fuck me Chris?” I begged him in my sweet little girl voice.
“You make me so proud baby girl, you’re such a good slut for me.” my master whispered as he shoved his thick cock in my dripping cunt from behind, pushing me against the cold shower wall as he fucked me. Chris reached up and grabbed my wet hair pulling my body away from the wall and my back against his chest as he fucked my wet pussy. He pulled his cock from my tight little cunt and swung my body around lifting me up to his waist and impaling me on his hard cock. I wrapped my legs around him and rested my back on the shower wall as I rode his cock. Master thrust his cock up into my pussy as I slammed down to meet him, I loved fucking my master like this. I loved it when he used me like a fuck toy.
Master began sucking and biting hard on my nipples and breasts, digging his nails into my ass as he pounded my tight cunt and I screamed “please Master, let me cum, I need to cum. Your cock..oh god..master…please…Chris..ohh god let me cum!”
He stopped with his cock all the way deep into my cunt, and looked deep into my eyes and whispered “Ok bitch cum for me, cum for daddy whore” and then kissed me brutally and started fucking his cock in and out of me hard and fast. I screamed as I came on his big cock, my cunt pulsing around him my master groaned and kept fucking me hard.
My head slamming into the shower wall as I kept cumming on his cock, “Oh baby girl your so tight. You’re gonna make me cum bitch!”Master growled out as he thrust his dick in and out of my tight little pussy. My pussy juices were running down his cock onto his balls and thighs, I just kept cumming as he fucked me until Chris finally pulled out of my grasping cunt and pushed me to my knees so he could cum on my face again. I loved it when he covered my face in cum, then I really looked like his whore.
I smiled as he jacked his cock off into my face, and he laughed “Want this honey? You want me to cum on your face? You like being my slut whore?”
“Yes Master Chris, I want your cum and I love being your slut and your whore.” I responded in my girly voice hoping that would make him cum faster. His already big cock swelled and he cried out as he began to spurt hot white cum on my face.
After he finished cumming and calmed down he pulled me up off of my knees in the shower stall and began washing me again, not letting me have his cum off my face just washing it off. I pouted up at my sexy master as he wasted all that yummy cum but said nothing, a slave never complains. My master cleaned my whole body softly, washing away our sweat and sex juices. He washed my soft little pussy and then got his razor and my shaving cream so that he could shave my pussy soft and bare. He liked me to be shaved completely or to have just a strip of hair down the center. He shaved my little cunt, on my lips and near my asshole making sure not to cut me but getting every hair.
“We need you to be perfect for your surprise slut, so while I wash my hair you shave your legs and arms, and wash your hair and then I will wash your body again.” he said sweetly and I nodded and followed his directions. After I was done shaving and washing and conditioning my own hair, Master lathered me up and rubbed his big soapy hands on my big tits, tweaking my nipples and roughly squeezing my flesh, slippery with soap. I lathered my own hands and began washing his chest paying close attention to his nipples and then washing softly down his stomach to his big cock and soft balls. I tried hard not to play, I knew he didn’t have time to fuck me again and he didn’t want me to get dirty again I just soaped up his cock and balls, washing all of our cum from his body and then stopped.
I stood there so my master could wash me to his liking, he washed my cunt again and my ass, slipping his soapy fingers inside me to make sure I was really clean.
“Oh Chris, please let me cum one more time. Your hands…your fingers in my pussy and ass..oh…oh..oh…they feel so good..please let me cum sir?” I panted out as he rinsed the soap from my ass and pussy, still fingering both my holes.
“Ok baby girl, you can cum. You’re such a slut I can’t even wash you without you getting all hot.” My master replied as he roughly fucked my asshole and cunt with his thick fingers.
“Yes sirrr..I am a slut..oh god, yes master make me cum for you.” I stuttered out as I came hard on his hand. After my master let me cum we finished our shower and got out to dry off.
“I bought you some clothes for tonight baby girl, go get the bag from the living room and bring it to me.” Chris ordered once we were both dry. I got the bag and came into the bedroom to find him already dressed and sitting at my computer, looking at the pictures I had taken for him. When I can’t be with my master I am allowed to play with myself whenever I want as long as I am not expecting him and I take pictures of myself. Master likes to see how slutty I am when he is not around, and to be able to see my wet cunt when he wants so I take lots of pictures with my fingers and my toys.
“Thank you slut, I see that you have been busy. You took almost a hundred photo’s of yourself, playing with those big tits and that tight little cunt I love. Now open the bag and get dressed. I think you’ll like the clothes.” he smirked at me.
My pussy already getting wet again I sat on the bed and opened the bag to see a black lace camisole with underwire cups and a short black skirt. Master had also bought me some black thigh high stockings and some tall black stiletto heels to wear. I loved dressing as his slut, so the world could see the body that he used whenever the mood struck him. I put the shirt on and adjusted the cups around my breasts, master had of course bought the shirt a little small so that my tits spilled out almost to the nipples. Not that it mattered much, the shirt was so sheer the light pink of my nipples showed clearly in the black lace. The skirt so short that when I bent down to roll the stockings up Master smacked my visible ass cheeks and I jumped.
“See whore, you want to be my slut you will look the part. Now do your make-up, black eyes red mouth, I want you to look like a street walker.” he told me in his Daddy voice.
“Yes sir, I love looking like your whore. Master, can I ask what my surprise is?” I begged.
“No! You do not ask me anything whore. I will do whatever I want with you bitch, no questions. Understood?” Chris responded angrily.
“I’m sorry sir, I’ll do as you say.” I replied quietly, saddened that I had disappointed my master again. I went into the bathroom and applied thick black liner to my eyes, shadowing them darkly and heavily before lining my lips in bright red and painting in the color. When I looked in the mirror I looked like a young hooker, tits all displayed, my skirt so short it barely covered my ass and my face painted so heavily. I hoped Master would be pleased.
I walked out of the bathroom to the bedroom and put on the slutty fuck me heels that Master had bought before walking into the living room where he was waiting for me. “Oh Baby Girl, you look so good dressed as my whore.” Master said proudly, smiling at me while his cock rose in his pants. “Let’s go out. You’ll get your surprise soon enough bitch, you’ll be happy. I promise you that.” Chris said to me smirking evilly as he pulled me outside to his waiting car. My neighbors happened to be walking to their apartment as we left and stopped speechless when they saw my practically naked body.
“Hi Boys! She looks good dressed as my slut doesn’t she? Maybe some time I’ll let you fuck her, if she behaves.” Chris said to the college guys next door as he dragged me to the car, they laughed and asked me to please be good. I just smiled and followed my master to the car.
After we got in Master reached between my legs and felt my damp pussy, “You want those young boys to fuck this baby girl?” he asked me, grabbing my cunt hard.
“No, master. I only need your cock. You are my master, I don’t need any boy’s cock. I am your slut and only yours. But if you want me to please them I will, anything you want Chris. I am your whore.” I replied, grinding my pussy into his hand as he smiled at me and nodded.
“You are such a good girl. Let’s go get your surprise.”

Jessica gagged a little. The shaft in her mouth went in just a little bit too far this time before pulling all the way out. Just like that, her mouth was empty. A tear slid down her cheek and a drop of saliva dribbled out of her mouth. Was that a tear of fear or of sadness? Sadness that she was helpless to see or chase down her oral intruder? She silently mouthed the words “please?” and parted her full, red lips in a gesture of obedience.
The next few seconds felt like an eternity. There was no sight, sound, taste or feeling except for the hard Chair she sad upright on and the ropes and shackles that held her in place. She had sound dampers over her ears and a tight strand of fabric over her eyes. She couldn’t see or hear anything and she could barely move her head except for a few inches forward and to the side.
Her lips though, were soon forced open more by the same monster cock that had been between them earlier. She bobbed her head forward to match the rhythm of the cock that was sliding in and out. She didn’t care if her head movements or the actions of her tongue swirling around the shaft betrayed her arousal. She did love sex and the rougher the better. Double anal, golden showers, 3-somes, 4- somes, gangbangs, she had done them all with wild abandon. This was a bit different though. She had never been drugged and awoken bound to a chair! Was she in trouble? Was this one of her rough friends or one of Seth’s aquantences out for revenge? Did it really matter? She couldn’t do anything anyway so she may as well go along and see what happened.
The hard cock started driving into her mouth faster and faster. She was too experienced not to know that he was about to cum. To help him along, Jessica clamped her lips just a little bit tighter and started to increase her suction. It worked all to well, as nearly without warning he erupted into her mouth. Rope after rope of cum shot into her mouth and she hungrily swallowed it all. After all she didn’t know if he intended to feed her in her captivity and she might need all the protein she could get!
After the last violent shutters of his orgasm, her unseen host pulled out his cock with a wet plop and a dribble of sperm that leaked onto her heavy chest. And oh what a chest Busty Jessica had. She had two massive; Cantaloupe sized breasts that stopped traffic wherever she went.
Jessica waited with baited breath for what would happen next. It didn’t take her long to find out. She was soon smacked across the face. She smiled. She always liked it rough and new that a smack like that could only lead to something sexual. She instinctively opened her mouth again which was soon stuffed with another cock.
This one was much thicker than the last cock and the man that it belonged to had a much larger gut. As he started pumping his cock in and out of her mouth his hairy belly kept smashing into her forehead. Jessica was really getting turned on by now and was pretty sure that the wet spot growing in the crotch of her underwear was giving her away.
Soon after a few minutes of frantic pumping the man pulled his cock out of Jessica’s mouth and starting shooting his load on her face and tits. Jessica tried in vain to capture some of his seed with her tongue but most of it landed out of reach or on her thick, tangled hair. How was she ever going to get herself cleaned off? She wondered.
The next half an hour went pretty much the same. A steady line of about 10 different guys invaded her mouth and came either in it or around it. And then suddenly it stopped. At first she thought it was just a little break and she kept parting her inviting lips for more cock. Her mouth remained empty though.
The minutes turned into hours and with all of her senses denied she started to get hysterical. Her mouth was so dry that she felt her tongue start to swell and tears started to stream down her face.
“I need some fucking water!” She yelled. “Anything!”
Busty Jessica started screaming until her throat felt like it was going to bleed.
“SMACK!” She was hit hard enough to draw blood from her bottom lip.
Jessica stopped screaming and was rewarded with a bottle of water pressed to her lips. She drank and drank and started to feel better almost immediately. The water bottle was pulled from Jessica’s lips and soon after, her ear covering were removed.
“Thank you!” Jessica said just a little bit to loudly.
She could here the rustling around of a few men in the room. She couldn’t tell how many though. Next she heard the sound of zippers being removed and she could hear the men closing in on her. Jessica started to quiver in excitement. What were they going to do next?
Soon there was a soft blast of warm liquid on her face. She knew right away from the pungent odor that it was urine. The were giving her a golden shower. The first light stream of urine was soon joined by at least a half a dozen more. Jessica opened her mouth and moved her head from side to side as far as she could to get some in her mouth.
Finally there it was a man directly in front of her was pissing straight into her mouth and Jessica loved it! She kept her mouth open and let the piss well up and spill out of her mouth and down onto her giant boobs and to the chair below. After about 2 minutes of this the streams stopped and she could here the sound of men stuffing their cocks back into their pants and zippers being pulled up.
She could hear their footsteps and the sound of a door opening and closing at the far end of the room. Soon there was no sound. Jessica sat there soaking wet with the taste of urine on her tongue squirming in her seat. Jessica let loose a torrent of her own urine to mix with the rest welling up under her luscious ass.
Jessica didn’t now that the water she was given was drugged, only that within minutes she was asleep.
Jessica awoke to find that her eyes were still blindfolded but that she had been cleaned up and placed in a different position. She was completely naked with he ass exposed in a doggie style position. Jessica was still bound but was placed over a padded rail of some kind so that she was on her knees and her mouth and ass were exposed. She wondered why her and Seth and never thought of a device of this kind?
She heard a sound from beside her to the left and she soon felt hands on her boobs and making a trail to her thick dark nipples.
Jessica Shrieked as she felt a clamp placed onto her left nipple and again as the same thing was done to her other nipple. The initial pain soon subsided and she was left with a dull throbbing sensation at the end of both of her breasts!
“What?” Jessica managed to get out before her mouth was invaded with another cock. This one meant business and the man started thrusting into her with long, deep strokes. She started to drool helplessly as the man fucked her face.
Jessica shuttered as she felt something cold and wet smeared around her anus. Soon she felt a finger and then two inserted into her rectum. After making sure she was good and ready, the fingers were replaced by a hard cock pushing at her anal entrance. Jessica grunted around the cock still invading her mouth as the man behind her slowly slid his cock into her ass to the hilt.
He stopped momentarily to let her get used to him and then started slowly fucking her ass with long, deep strokes as well.
Soon, both cocks had built up a steady hard pounding rhythm as they fucked Jessica’s mouth and ass. Finally, Jessica was receiving the pleasure she desperately needed.
Jessica tried to bob her head and buck her hips as much as the contraption she was bound to, allowed her. It wasn’t much. The men were obviously enjoying her ass and mouth.
“Plop!” The cocks in her mouth and anus were pulled out at exactly the same time and just as Jessica was about to cum!
“No, you fuckers!” She screamed in anger. “Put em back! Put em back!”
She heard the men moving around and suddenly her ass was filled with cock again, much to her delight! Jessica started to open her mouth to say thank you when it was filled with cock again. She gagged around his cock as she realized what had just happened. She knew instantly by the taste. She had tasted this mixture of olive oil and her own ass before!
Somehow this just turned her on even more and she sucked this cock into her mouth with as much force as she could generate as she neared her first orgasm of her ordeal.
Then it hit her with stunning force. Her whole body shook and she screamed around the thick cock pumping into her mouth. At almost the same time she could feel hot ropes of cum shooting deep into her ass. God, she loved that feeling!
The man behind her continued pumping for a few more minutes and then pulled his cock out of her ass abruptly. Just as she was savoring the last few moments of her orgasm a stream of semen shot into her mouth. She barely had time to gulp it down as another and another erupted into her mouth. She made sure to swallow every last drop this time even taking the time to suck him hard one last time before he withdrew from her mouth.
Then it was over. She was jerked up from her position and carried out of the room and into a crisp night air. She was put into an older van, which soon sped away.
Jessica just lay there on the cold metal floor of the van savoring the taste of olive oil and cum. The van came to a sudden stop and the sliding door was opened. Jessica was dragged out of the van by her hair and thrown down hard on the pavement. Just like that the van sped off and she was all alone.
Her hands and feet were still bound tight with what she thought was duct tape but her blind fold had come loose (been removed on purpose?) and she could finally see for the first time in probably 24 hours.
She rolled over to a kneeling position and looked around. She was in a dark ally in the city. From the position of the moon, she figured it was about midnight. She heard a noise from behind her and smiled in delight.
There was a couple of older gentlemen walking towards her.
“Hey!” She said thankfully. “Am I glad to see you two. Do you think you could help me get loose and find a phone somewhere?”
Both men just smiled and kept advancing towards her as they reached down and unzipped their pants. Both of them fished out impressive, massively veined cocks.
Jessica just smiled and parted her lips again. Who knows maybe one of them will decide to fuck her!
The End
Sethp
Copyright 2008

This story is totally fictional and any resemblance to anyone is purely coincidental.
My name is Tony and I am 5′8″ in height, weighing only 58 kilograms, with no body fat and a figure most girls would kill for according to all of the girls I know. I have an olive complexion and tan very nicely, I have short brown hair and hazel coloured eyes. I am in my late 30’s but most people think I am in my mid to late 20’s. I have very little body hair, which I think adds to my youthful looks. My favourite attribute is my circumcised cock which measures almost 9 inches in length when it gets angry and it is almost as thick as my wrist and has no trouble filling my chrome plated steel cockring which has an inside diameter of 52mm.
My wife Shelley is 5′5″ in height, weighing in at 60 kilograms (most of which I am sure are her breasts). She too has no body fat being a fitness competitor/model, her body is tight with subtle muscle definition, and firm DD cup breasts that defy gravity and seem to just sit up and beg without the need for a bra. Her hair is black and soft and falls all the way down to the top of her ass, all in all she is nothing short of perfection. And we have been married for only 6 months.
As my wife makes buckets loads of money I don’t have to work and stayed at home indulging in my hobbies of photography and old muscle cars and when I was not playing with those I would get on the internet and surf porn. One day I was busy jerking off while surfing a site containing women fucking men with strap ons while the men were dressed in women’s lingerie, mean while my wife had come home and I hadn’t heard her arrive and I only noticed her presence after I had cum and had gotten up to go and clean my mess up. Talk about embarrassing moments,
“So how long have you been standing there?” I stammered thinking I was in big trouble.
“Long enough” was her reply. I was expecting her to go right off.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were into kink?” she asked in a very sexy tone. A tone I quickly picked up on but still unsure as to what was going to happen to me now that I had been busted getting my rocks off over anything but straight sex.
“Well it’s not something you just blurt out to your new wife now is it?” I retorted trying to recover my composure.
“Don’t get so defensive darling.” She said coolly
“I thought the images were hot too and if you want to try it I am game.” She said with a cheeky grin on her face.
“In fact I think it could be a lot of fun, so what do you say baby, do you want to be my girlfriend sometime and dress up and do girly stuff?” She continued. By this time my cock had grown hard just from mind racing, thinking of us both dressed up in sexy lingerie.
“I guess I can take that as a yes.” She said staring down at my cock, which was now jutting out in front of me leaking a bit of pre-cum.
“Sure baby, if you really want to then I will do it if it makes you so happy.” I said whilst thinking I was so lucky to have such an open-minded wife, instead of a straight-laced one that would freak out and call me a pervert before walking out the door threatening me with divorce.
She quickly wrapped her arms around me giving me a big firm loving hug, I responded to her affection and hugged her back, feeling her tight gorgeous body clothed in only her sports singlet and skin tight skimpy gym shorts, that as a result from the fact that she wears no underwear under her gym shorts, she is always sporting a very prominent and sexy camel toe. Here I am, naked as a jaybird, sporting wood and receiving a very loving embrace off my wife after finding out that I get turned on by women fucking men wearing women’s lingerie up the ass, talk about a head spin.
After hugging she looks me straight in the eyes
“Well let’s see if you fit into my clothes.” She says with pure excitement while dragging me by the hand to our bedroom where we have a large walk in wardrobe. She takes me straight to her lingerie section and pulls out a sexy pair of red side laced booty shorts and hands to me saying,
“Here, put these on honey!”
I slid them up my legs all the way till they sat where they are suppose to sit and then adjusted my genitals so they fitted in the panties comfortably.
“Perfect fit.” She says with joy,
“now let’s see if my bra’s fit you too.” She continued, meanwhile I am mesmerised by the way her hot panties make me feel so sexy. She hands me a matching red lacy bra.
“Try this on for size baby.” She says holding it up against my chest. I take it from her and put my arms into it and she gets behind me and fastens the hook into the eye on the back strap and makes the adjustments to where it should sit on my body, the stands back and gets me to turn around slowly for her so she can see how it looks on me.
“Very nice sweetheart but although you are not very hairy it would look better with no hair on your body at all, take them off and we’ll get you silky smooth before we go any further.” She says undoing the clasp on the back of the bra. I am still in too much shock at what is happening to mutter out a response and just do everything she says like a shy teenager.
After I am naked again, she takes me to our large ensuite where she grabs a bottle of lotion and applies it all over my body including my pubic area and ass crack.
“We have to let this sit for a few minutes, then have a shower and wash it all off.” She instructs. After about ten minutes she tells me to have a shower and wash real good everywhere while she goes and gets changed.
I got in the shower and as soon as the water hit my body I noticed that the hair on my legs, arms and chest starts running down in the drain hole. I lather my body up with body gel and then rinse it all off to expose my now hairless, smooth skin. I get out of the shower and dry off, my wife walks in wearing a white lace thong, white lace corset with suspender straps and white thigh high stockings with lace tops and whit thigh high stiletto boots and in her hands were some black lingerie which she sat down on the bench, she then grabbed some of her perfume and sprayed me with it.
“Since we seem to be the same size I brought in the same as I am wearing but in black, but I am not sure if my boots will fit you!” she says to me looking at my feet
“My feet do look a bit bigger than yours!” I responded. We then decided we should go shopping for my own shoes. I put on her sexy lingerie with her help and then put my own clothes over the top of the lingerie so as to not draw unwanted attention and off we go shopping.

Edited by NaughtyMike
The summer I turned 18, I decided to earn myself a little extra spending money for college in the fall by working as a counselor at Camp Haluwasa, located between the sin palaces of Atlantic City and the city of Philadelphia with its notoriously noxious drinking water. It was to be a five-week hitch, and while the money wasn’t all that much, it would be enough to keep me well-supplied with the college-girl necessities of pizza, beer and vending-machine cuisine.
I’d worked previous summers at an old-folks’ home and figured that after that, minding a collection of 6-to-14-year-old rugrats as they played on the beach, made crafts, picked scabs, scratched poison ivy and did all the other summer-camp activities would be a snap. And just think, there’d be no toothless bald guys in striped pajamas patting my ass and calling me Sugarplum.
That five-week job turned into a little piece of hell. The problem was that I hadn’t counted on the fact that most of the snot-gobblers were city kids from Baltimore and Philly, sassy and streetwise and many possessed of a roiling disgust for authority. They seemed to have never been told no in their lives and were not happy being the first.
I was assigned a cabin of six girls between the ages of about 12 and 14. Also assigned to this cabin was a senior counselor named Karen, who was supposed to be like my mentor, help with the kids and generally make things run smoothly. Only trouble was, Karen had apparently decided early on, for reasons known only to herself, that I, Amy Rae counselor with the country-girl accent and hips to match, was beneath contempt.
Karen was a very tall slim redhead with blue eyes and she was the only blue-eyed redhead I have ever known, then or since, who actually tanned instead of burned. She obviously took great pride in her looks, and every morning she’d be up early, hogging the cabin’s bathroom while she showered, styled her hair and painted her face and nails. She dressed to show off her body, always in skimpy shorts with butt cheeks hanging out and a bikini top with ample cleavage showing.
I won’t try to analyze why we did not get along, but I will say the bitch made my life as a counselor a hellish nightmare. She was always offering unsolicited “beauty tips” and offering them in a tone that suggested she knew they wouldn’t help me much but maybe, just maybe, I’d surprise her by improving a little. I just brushed off those little jabs, but something else the bitch did was far more annoying. Karen liked to criticize my methods of dealing with or disciplining the campers, and she did so in their presence. Anybody who knows anything at all about child psychology will tell you that if kids hear an “authority figure” being criticized by another “authority figure” then soon they will lose any respect for the one being cut down and will not obey her again. This is exactly what happened. I’d tell a child to do something, or not do something, and they would automatically appeal to Karen, who would often overrule me, except the one memorable time we told them it was okay to play in the poison ivy.
I had two bright spots in this unpleasant situation. Their names were Chiffon and Brad and they were both SC’s. Chiffon was a black girl, but an albino, something I had never seen before. She had light skin and blue eyes and her hair, though it was as kinky-curly as any black person’s, was a funny shade of yellow. Karen called her Lemon Chiffon behind her back, yet another reason to hate her.
Chiffon may have looked pretty strange, but that girl had eyes in the back of her head and the hearing of a good bird dog. Whenever the tension between me and Karen got to the point where I was afraid I’d lose my temper and say something I might be sorry for, Chiffon would stroll by, as if purely by chance, and diffuse things. She was always very polite and friendly when she sent the Bitch of the Beach off to tend some other camper or get some piece of equipment, and that made Karen crazy. She knew she was being punished but she could never prove it.
Brad was a counselor in one of the boys’ cabins. He was about twenty-one, your typical tall, dark and handsome football player type, but with a ponytail nearly as long as mine. Ask anybody, I’ve always been a sucker for a guy with a ponytail. Brad and I had met and exchanged banalities a few times, but it was Billy that brought us together in a different way.
One morning, Karen and I were supposed to be presiding over a very haphazard volleyball game between two teams of boys, some of whom were Brad’s charges. More accurately, I was sort of trying to preside and Karen was lying in the sun, working on her enviable tan and sulking because Chiffon had been by to rescue me and she’d been unexpectedly sharp when speaking to Beach Bitch. So there I was, trying to coach a game I know jack about and here was this brat Billy bawling and clinging to my leg like a puppy.

Billy was about nine, but small for his age and very immature. He cried at the drop of a hat and kept it up longer than any child should ever be allowed. The issue this morning was the fact I wouldn’t let him blow my whistle, and then he had refused to go back and the play the game. I quickly gave up trying to coax him and just hauled him around on my leg and didn’t pay him any more attention; except for the fact I wanted to smack him.
That’s when savior Brad showed up. He walked by, took in the scene and then stepped up, put his head close to mine and asked softly “Want some help here?”
“Please, yes!” I exclaimed, with profound relief.
Whereupon, Brad knelt down next to Billy Brat and said “Okay, Billy, enough. Get up and get back in the game.” Billy of course continued to cling and make those not so endearing hurt-puppy whimpers.
Brad took hold of the kid’s wrist and said “Act your age and get back in the game.” And what do you know; Billy got up and went snuffling off to join the other boys.
“Oh, thank you so much! How’d you do that?” I asked. Brad hemmed and hawed a little, then said he’d show me a trick if I wouldn’t tell anybody, since it was not strictly within the camp’s rules. I agreed and he took my wrist as if to pull me after him, but instead he pinched the soft skin on the inside of my wrist, and hard. Water came into my eyes and I slapped my free hand over my mouth to keep in “the ouch” I wanted to let loose.
Brad let my hand go and told me to look at the pinched place. I did, expecting to see a big black bruise. But all I saw was a little red mark that even now was fading to pink. The pain was going away just as fast. “That doesn’t work all the time,” Brad said. “But for the Billies of this world, it’s very effective.”
After that, Brad and I started chatting together in the evenings. He’d walk me back to my cabin and even kiss me good-night on the doorstep. He was a fairly good kisser too. I love a good kisser. Finally, we arranged to have our night off on the same date so we could go out for real. We were planning on going out for dinner and maybe a movie or a club, whichever was handy.
The Big Night was hot but breezy. I spent a long time in the bathroom getting ready. I decided to wear a short pink floral-print sundress and sandals. Not really dressy, but I thought the dress did a good job of showing off my own tan and it was both cute and comfortable. I stood in front of the sink and examined myself.
I am not a 10, but I do have my good points. I’m on the tall side, about five seven, and have a decent figure (even if the hips are a little wide) with a very small waist and long legs that I try to keep toned by skating and biking as often as possible. My breasts are only about a 32A, and I debated with myself over whether I should wear my push-up bra and look like a 32B. I decided to go braless because of the heat and besides, I was hoping for some good making-out later with Mr. Good Kisser and a bra would just be in the way.
I left my long straight dark-blonde hair loose except for a barrette in the top of it. I didn’t put on much makeup. My tan was as nice as Karen’s, thanks to the Algonquians in my ancestry. The dress’s low neck showed the white places on the top and sides of my breasts where my modest swimsuit had kept the sun out. I thought it looked kind of sexy that glimpse of creamy white against the dark brown.
I painted my nails Pink Lemonade polish I borrowed from Bitch Karen, even though I had the very same shade in my makeup bag-just for luck. I am sure she wouldn’t mind for a camp sister.
Our date started out to be totally ordinary. We ate at Friendly’s, which was the nicest we could afford, and then drove around looking for entertainments and not finding any. Brad had his own car, a 1988 Escort that I think was supposed to be blue but it was difficult to tell now. It could pick up a radio station if we drove past the tower slowly. The pillow on my seat kept the broken spring out of my ass. Whenever he would apply the brakes I would subconsciously look for something “soft” to hit. It was the kind of car I would later term “a beater”. But right now it was a cream puff with character.
We passed several liquor stores as we drove around. We ended up on the beach near Ventnor. Brad had a valid ID and could’ve gotten us some booze, but we didn’t dare risk going back to camp with alcohol on our breath, so we just drank Snapples. I love their peach soda.
Along about eleven PM, we ended up in the back of the Escort making out. This time it went farther than the simple French-kissing we’d enjoyed outside the cabin. First, Brad tried to put his tongue in my ear, but I jumped and banged my head on the car door window. Wet and ears didn’t go together in my book. So he settled for kissing the side of my neck, which felt really nice. I could feel warm tingles all over me. I could tell he was taking some care not to give me a hickey. I appreciated that.
By and by, I felt Brad’s hand at my back, fumbling through my dress. “What?” I said.
He stopped fumbling and said “I can’t find where to undo your bra strap.”
I laughed and slid the dress off my shoulders, saying “I not wearing one.” He ran his hands over my tits lightly; just enough to give me goose bumps and make the nipples stand up hard. I didn’t want him to stop.
We kissed a few more times and then suddenly Brad pushed me back into a half-lying down position and put his mouth on my left nipple. This was the first time I’d let any guy do that and it felt absolutely fabulous. I arched my back up to push my tit farther into his mouth, so he switched sides and sucked on the right one and back and forth like that for several minutes, far better than what his windshield wipers could move.
I suddenly got the feeling I ought to be doing my share of the pleasuring here, so I reached down between us and unzipped Brad’s baggy blue jeans. Oh yes, he was hard enough. Our positions were such that it was hard for me to get a grip on him. He sat up and unexpectedly pushed my head down toward his crotch. What was a girl to do?
The moon was full and shining into the car, so there was plenty of lightfor me to examine his dick. Because Brad himself was around six feet and muscular, I guess I just naturally assumed he’d be well-hung below too. I was disappointed. I’d be very surprised if his little guy was even five inches. I stayed hunched over staring at it so long he asked me what was wrong. Thinking fast, I said “Nothing’s wrong, Brad. It’s just that, well, I never saw one so… big.” It sounded fucking lame, even to me, but he lit up like a neon sign.
“Amy Rae, that’s about the nicest thing you could ever say to me. Nobody has ever told me that,” he said, with obvious delight.
Gee, I wonder why not? I thought.
“Do you think you can suck it?” he asked next. Uh-oh. I had only planned to give him a hand job, maybe let him fuck my tits (hell, small things should go together, right?) but I didn’t really want to blow him, maybe just pick my teeth. I had never done that before, but I wasn’t willing to admit it, same as I wasn’t ready to admit I was still a virgin. Some flags you just don’t wave, especially when are half naked face down eye to eye with a rock hard trouser worm.
But I liked Brad, he seemed nice, and I thought maybe if I sucked him off he’d reciprocate. So I bent to the task at hand. I started at the tip and kissed it like he had done to my nipple. This met with approval and also produced a dribble of pre-come. I wasn’t so sure I liked it but it didn’t seem polite to object. I kept my lips on the head of his dick and ran my hand up and down the shaft as I would when giving an ordinary hand job. I thought I was doing pretty damn great for a rookie. I think Brad thought so too, but he wanted more. Without warning he grabbed hold of two handfuls of my hair and pushed my face down on his cock. I guess that’s where the expression “going down” comes from.
I had no choice but to let more of his shaft into mouth now. This is one advantage of a guy with a small dick as I would later find out: it isn’t such a gag-inducer as the larger kind. I did have a little gag trouble at first, but by breathing slowly through my nose and not rushing it, I was able to control it. At first I just sucked on the portion that was in my mouth, and then I got adventurous and started moving my head back and forth to let his cock slide in and out across my lips and over my tongue, adding a little suction on the outstroke. He loved the little popping noises I was making with my mouth. Then I put my hand underneath and rubbed his balls, which felt disproportionately big and hard compared with the dick.
In just a few minutes, Brad again pushed down on my head and made an aaarg sound and too late, I realized he was going to come in my mouth. Another first, this was becoming to be quite the night for firsts. I got down one final breath before the deluge started. Hot, salty sour fluid filled my mouth and I wanted to gag again, but more kept coming and I had to swallow it like a good little girl. Some of it got into the wrong pipe, up my nose and it burned like a son-of-a-bitch. Then as fast as it started it was done. I licked off a few last drops and suddenly found that the taste wasn’t that bad after all. It was something I could get used to and maybe even like. It would be an acquired taste.
I sat up, hot and gasping for breath. Brad grinned at me and said “That was really something. You didn’t choke, did you?” I shook my head then admitted that some had gotten into my nose. Brad offered me the last of a bottle of Snapple, which I took and drained gratefully.
I was feeling a little uncomfortable after the blow job, so to cover it, I said, putting down the empty bottle, “Snapple Spunk Punch, made from the best stuff on Earth” imitating Wendy the Snapple Lady’s New York accent. Then I burped. I didn’t mean to, it just slipped out. That got us laughing and the tension was broken.
Feeling bolder now, I lay back on the seat and pulled my panties down. Brad was slouched beside me and I nudged his head down toward my shaved-smooth pussy, which by this time was pretty wet. He resisted a little, I kept nudging, and he finally said in this prissy sort of voice “Don’t be disgusting.”
Huh? Disgusting? That’s a new one on me. Here I was, I’d just given a blow job and I was wet and horny and wanting only to get the same thing in return, and he says I’m disgusting. Men.
Well, I was still wet and horny, and that burdensome thing called virginity was growing heavier and heavier between my legs, and it was high time to rid myself of the damn thing. It might as well be now. Besides I didn’t think Brad’s weapon could hurt me too badly.
“Brad,” I said. “I understand and respect that you do not want to eat pussy (it’s a wonder God doesn’t reach right down and pull my tongue right out for the lies I tell) and I won’t ask for that again. Would you like to have sexinstead?”
He sucked air in, puffed his chest out and said in an I-can’t-believe-my-luck whisper, “Yes!” So we got out of the car, he got a ratty beach towel out of the trunk and we walked a little way down the moonlit beach to a spot near the deserted lifeguard stand. After we spread the towel out in the sand, I wasn’t sure what I should do next. It was another awkward moment, which Brad smoothed over by making plain what he wanted to do next. He just dropped his pants and laid down flat, gesturing for me to suck him hard again. I knelt down between his legs and I was an expert now, I went down on him like a pro.
I stopped sucking him well before he was ready to come and asked “Are you ready?” He didn’t answer in any words that made sense, just kind of gurgled and thrust his hips up at me. I stood up, pulled my dress off and stepped out of my panties. Then I took a deep breath and positioned myself directly over his cock. He reached down and rubbed his fingers over the plump shaved pussy lips and I slowly lowered myself onto him. At the first hint of penetration, I flinched; though I’d sworn to myself I would not.
“What’s wrong, did you find a needle?” Brad asked, sounding concerned.
“What, what needle?” I demanded.
“Oh, they’ve found a few hypodermics washed up on this beach, all up and down the shore,” he replied. He paused and thought a bit. “But not this summer, I don’t think.”
OH, thank you, Brad, I really needed to know that, and what a great time to bring that up! I was so annoyed I stayed straddling him but making no move to let him inside. So Brad helpfully took hold of my hips and set me down on his not-so-big stick. I was not prepared for the sharp tearing pain of it and this time I couldn’t hold back my “Ouch!” I also added, for good measure, “Oh shit, that hurts!” If I didn’t know different, I would’ve sworn his dick was ten inches long and thick as a beer can.
Of course the whole situation was now beyond my control, and mostly beyond Brad’s too. I hung on while he bucked underneath me, driving himself further up inside. Gradually the pain lessened and I felt his hands on my hips, lifting me up and lowering me back down, so I started to get into the rhythm of it, moving up and down. It even began to feel kind of good, a nice warm friction.
Once I got in rhythm, Brad let go of my hips and reached up and took hold of my tits, squeezing them like he was trying to milk a cow. Then he added a few good firm nipple pinches. This had the desired effect and I moved faster, trying to get us both off. He just needed to know what buttons to push.
Brad gave both my nipples an extra-hard pinch at the same time and I went over the edge. As I was coming like a freight train, Brad shoved up into me and came himself. I felt the hot blast of spunk and I think I had another mini-orgasm, though my head wasn’t quite clear.
After it was over, I got off and we lay on the towel catching our breath. Brad was the first to speak. “I didn’t know you were a virgin.”
“Well, you didn’t ask and that’s not really the kind of thing I’d brag about” I replied
“I don’t mind if you were one, I thought it was really exciting. Are you bleeding?”
I spread my legs so he could look by the light of the moon. There was some blood, not very much, but mixed with the sperm it looked like a lot. It looked more like the fake blood we would make at Halloween by adding red vegetable dye to Karo syrup. My pussy wasn’t hurting much anymore.
Brad helped me up and made me walk into the water about knee deep. He dipped a corner of the towel in the water and wiped at the mess on the inside of my thighs while I covered my pussy with my hand to keep out the stinging salt water and tried not to think about sharks. When I was cleaned up, I put my dress back on but had to hunt around a little to find my panties. I would eventually figure out panties have legs and minds of their own. Then we drove back to camp.

I wanted to know what he felt, what he saw. I had asked him to describe it to me countless times. How did I look when he fucked me, what images turned him on?
With him I was subsumed, a cipher. I no longer wanted to have to think, to be in charge. My life was control in every other way but the times we shared. He would never let me be with him fully so I took the times we had as precious. God I wanted to please him. How could he understand how much each penetration filled me with pleasure, how each act he made me perform drew me closer, made me greedy for more? I felt like I was a mouse and a queen all at once.
He would spin stories for me, promises of perversions he would perform on my body, things he would place in me. Each time more became a fantasy no longer, instead another memory slotted in with Christmas at home, birthdays, school. It felt like my head was filled with ants when I heard his breath in my ear, his stories making me wet. I wanted the biting to stop. It only went away when he used me, used me for his own wants, never asking me if it was ok, not caring what I wanted. The others had loved me but never trusted me that I really did want this, it was what I craved. He broke through that. No fear, no hesitation. Each session I fell closer to the edge.
Now I asked for more. ‘Tell me please’ I asked, ‘tell me’. He would smile, say it was not a sight for mortals, tease me with cryptic remarks that only burned me, made my mouth water. I kept at him, but he would only push me to my knees, his shaft cutting off the air, making me shut up that way. I would dance my tongue around him, mouth full till it overflowed, as I knew he liked. Deeper and deeper he went with each thrust, I felt myself blacking out, a dull scraping sound in the back of my head. He would pull up at the last minute, my cries so loud in the quiet room.
I wanted him back in, I wanted him to do it, push me over. His skin was smooth on the shaft, the taste of the drops that flowed salty, bitter. My mouth went dry each time I swallowed his seed, it seemed to draw all moisture from my mouth. Back in now, pushing again. His fingers reached down, closed my nose off. I tried to fight the panic, the feeling that my lungs were exploding. I knew it was a game, a game, a game. It was a mantra now, a game, breath, suck, do it. I counted to twenty in my mind. He held me long enough this time that I fell when he pulled out. A line of saliva connected us as he caught me. I was no longer able to think clearly, his face a blur as I was turned around. He spun me, or was the room spinning?
I was on my belly when my head cleared. I have no idea how long I had been out, when he put me like this. I started to rise; only then realized that my hands were bound. A tug, my feet also. It was an ottoman; I was close to the floor, but just high enough for easy access I noticed. He had shoved a pillow under my hips, raising my ass up even higher. I had been naked with him before, had his cock in every orifice. This felt different, more open. I turned my head and saw that he was on the chair next to me. He was still dressed, a glass in hand.
“You’re back. Good, we can begin.” He said, bringing the glass to my lips. “Drink.”
It was gin on ice. It bit my throat as it went down. I always think of wood when I drink gin, the juniper so string in its mix. The sting in my throat made me focus a little more. The sting I felt on my ass brought me back faster. Damn, he never started slow, each blow like the first. I closed my eyes against the tears, the pain mingling with the wetness that started immediately. Shame always mixes in with passion as I am slapped. His hands felt like iron as he beat me. I came on the tenth, grunting and trying to rise higher. I pictured my cheeks were red when I heard the ‘clink, whir’! He was still behind me when I realized what the sound was. A Polaroid camera. He was taking a picture of me. Like this, after he had spanked me. With no sounds he placed the picture on the ground.
I saw the gray square swirl, the image coalescing. It was me. Strapped down. In his room. God my ass was not red, it was like a beet, the handprints covering me, down my thighs. I gushed more liquid. I wondered who this slut was? Not me, no. She was a cunt, being used for his pleasure. I stared at the image; trying to fix myself in it, believe it. The chill of the lube on my anus brought my mind back. He was pushing inside me, a finger. It dug deep, my bowels squirming as always. The pressure felt wonderful, made me want to suck him in and push all at once. A second digit joined its friend. ‘Clink’, another picture. I understood now. I wanted to see. He was going to show me. Here was that same slut, only now he had fingers in her ass. I’ve seen porn, even seen myself on tape. It did not compare to this static image, a simple recording. It looked like evidence against me at trial. Proof of how much I wanted this. His fingers never stopped pumping, opening me. I asked for another sip. I needed the courage to face myself.
Each picture revealed me more. He kept the pressure up, relaxing the muscle. Each time he pulled the fingers out, and there were four now, I no longer closed around them as they withdrew. I was open, a hole now. The pictures told me. Each one was placed on the floor carefully. They were a story. Here she is. Cunt. Whore. Slut. Toy. Look at her. Look at her ass, the cream sticking to her cunt lips. She LOVES this. I was no longer cumming. It’s hard to put a word on it. It was simply a wave, rolling from my stomach to my head back to my labia in circles. I know that I was not talking anymore. It was just a keening moan, low, deep. My teeth were clenched so tight now, grinding.
Each time he placed a new toy in my ass I wanted to cry. It was wonderful and the worst torture of the inquisition at the same time. I no longer felt the difference. It was what he wanted. The pictures were a pile now. Some showed my face as he pulled plugs out, mouth open, screaming. Others focused on how open I now was. I looked obscene. I felt like a goddess who became a whore. I loved it. His fingers never wandered now, driving in, in. I knew what he wanted, what he was going to do. ‘Tell me’ I had asked over and over. He was going to. He was going to show me how far I would go.
I tried to remember that first time. The first time I had been touched there. It was a blur now. I know it had been to rough, soured me on it for years. But now, with him, bliss. I sank into the fingers now. The pictures showed me like a flower. Then I saw it, realized that I was not feeling it. His wrist. His wrist was all that was outside me. He had his fist in my ass. All of it. Not my pussy like before, somewhere more intimate. When I focused my eyes I suddenly felt him there, clenching that paw in me. I do not know what you call a sound like that. It was not from me, just from the air around me. Every time I had been with him, everything I wanted to try fell apart like glass shattering. I woke up later.
No longer tied down. He was over my lips, his hand fisting his cock. I recognized the beat, could see the balls jumping to release. The sperm splattered over my lips then, his finger on my lower lip, jaw as he held my mouth open. It pooled in my throat as I lay on my back. He seemed to shoot on and on. I filled up, felt it running down my cheeks. ‘Was my juice this hot I wondered? He finished, legs shaking as he shook the last drops on my face. I know I was smiling; I always do when he gives it to me, that final treat. The pictures kept coming as he posed me, telling me when to swallow. He left me on the floor as he dressed and left. There were pictures covering my floor. I keep them in an album now, look at them as I touch myself, trying to replicate the feelings. It’s an imitation, hollow. But now I know what he sees, why he will always be back.

Hello readers my name is Ashley, I am a twenty year old crossdresser. I started dressing around the age of twelve. This is one of many stories I have written. Some parts are real some are fake, I’ll let you decide which.
Enjoy.
My story begins very normally, one Saturday night some friends and I met up at a local alternative lifestyle club in town. We had some fun, kicked back some drinks and had some fun messed with a couple girls like me, although they had no idea I was a girl like them at times. At about 3 am I decided it was time to go before I went home with one of these girls. So I said my good-byes and walked out of the club. Heading to my car is when it happened, someone came up behind me and grabbed me putting a rag with something on it over my mouth and the last thing I remember is a guy saying, “sleep tight princess.”
When I awoke I was chained to a wall my wrists at my sides, feet together, and a ball gag in my mouth making it impossible to scream for help. The room was pitch black, I couldn’t see anything, then somebody came up and put there face close to mine. I turned my head to avoid any contact, then they pulled away and a woman’s voice called out, “Hunny she is awake.”
A male’s voice calls back “good it’s about time.”
Then all of a sudden the room was filled with light, blinding me for a few moments. When my eyes adjusted the male and female were standing in front of me they’re faces covered by ski masks. The man opened his mouth to speak “welcome back to reality. Sorry about knocking you out like that, but it makes it a lot easier to get you here and where you are now.”
He stopped and the woman said, “we have a proposition I think your going to jump at. Hunny do you want to tell her?”
I’m thinking that’s the second time she has referred to me as a girl but I’m a guy. At that moment the man interrupts my thinking. He says, “we have been looking for someone like you for a long time now. We want you to stay here with us as our ‘daughter’ and slave’. You must be wondering why we keep referring to you as a girl.”
He looks at the woman and nods, she walks back and pulls the blanket off what I think is a portrait of some kind of a girl bound up just like I was. Then I noticed her head moved as I looked down at what I was wearing. I instantly realized the portrait was actually a mirror and the hot blonde in it was actually I. I just looked and stared for a few minutes and was interrupted by the guy saying, “do you like?”
I shake my head up and down, then the woman says, “if you stay here with us you can and will dress like this al the time.”
Then the guy cuts in “so here is the bottom line, you can either stay with us or I can knock you back out and when you wake up you’ll be sitting in your car. No questions asked and nothing ever said about it again. All you have to do is shake your head yes or no.”
I thought for a second and decided this was what I wanted all along and shook my head yes. The woman walked over and hugged me as best as she could with me chained to the wall. As the guy pulled out some keys and starts unlocking my restraints. When he is done and I can move he takes me into his arms hugging me telling me he is glad I decided to stay.
They take they’re ski masks off and am relieved to find out they are old friends of mine, who I will call Kris and bob. Then Kris walked over to a table in a corner and picked up my jeans and emptied the contents of them on to the table and said, “I guess you won’t be needing these anymore.”
And threw them in the garbage can. Then picking my keys up off the table she says she is going to get my car before the club has it towed. We start heading for the stairs and walk to the living room. We sit on the couch me in the middle while she calls a cab. We sit there and have small talk till the cab arrives. She gives her husband a long deep kiss and then me a peck on the cheek then she leaves.
As soon as she is out the door he turns to me placing his hand on my thigh. He tells me again how happy he is that I’m staying, then he moves in and kisses me softly and lovingly, he breaks the kiss a few minutes later and says, “you must be tired let me show you to your new room and lets get you ready for bed.”
We get up off the couch and he leads me by the hand to the stairs and fallows me upstairs and to a door and lets me open it and we enter the room and he turns on the light. The walls are pink thick white carpets and it looks like a teenaged girl’s room would. He asks “do you like it?”
I respond “it’s beautiful”
He smiles and walks over to a dresser and opens the second drawer pulling out a baby pink silk nightie. He then walks over and sits on the edge of the bed and tells me to take off my shirt and skirt. So I reluctantly do what he says exposing my pink lace bra match thong and garter belt that’s holding up black thigh high stockings. He hands me the nightie and I take off my bra and put the nightie on.
He then asks me to get on my knees between his legs. So I slide down to my knees between his legs looking up at him. He leans over and kisses me while I move my hand to his crotch and can tell his cock is hard as a rock underneath. I start to undo his pants and pull his cock out wrapping my hand around it and stroking it. He then breaks the kiss and I move my mouth to his cock kissing it.
I stick my tongue out and swirl it around the head then liking more and more till it is soaked with my saliva. I then move my mouth into an O and start to take his cock in my mouth. I look up at him as I slowly move my mouth down his cock. I slide all the way down and then back up it. I pick up speed with each stroke. After about 10 to 15 minutes he grabs me by the hair pulling my mouth off it saying “if you keep going I’m gonna cum in your mouth and that’s not where I want to.”
He stands up and helps me up taking me into his arms holding me. He then whispers in my ear “I want to fuck the cute little ass of yours.”
I lightly moan my approval as his hands grab my ass. He then slides his hands up under my nightie and starts pulling my panties down. I stop him and turn around my but towards him bend over at the waist and pull my panties down around my ankles. I then look back at him and say “please be gentle daddy I’m a virgin.”
He puts his cock at the entrance to my hole smiling he says; “I would never hurt you, much.”
Then he slowly started to push against my hole it took him a minute but it finally pops in. he stays for a second letting my muscles relax and when they do he slowly slides in until all of it is inside me. Then he just as slowly pulls out till just the head is in then he picks up some speed pushing it back in and I groan in pleasure/pain. And he keeps at this speed till I get use to it then he picks up speed and so on until he is pounding me and I love every second of it. After about 30 minutes he pulls out and I get a sad empty feeling. He then says “lay on your back on the bed so I can fuck you like a real woman.”
I do as I’m told and he takes my panties the rest of the way off for me and I spread my lags around him as he gets on top of me. I reach down between his legs and guide his cock to my hole and I moan as he pushes it back inside me. He instantly starts fucking me just as hard as he did before. I locked my ankles around his back and held onto by my nails in his back. He fucked me like his girl for about 30 minutes of constant pounding, all of a sudden I had an orgasm some how and shot my cum all over my nightie and then he groaned and came deep inside me. Then he says, “that was great baby, you can look forward to that more often.”
“I enjoyed it too but I made a dress on my nightie.” I told him with a sad face.
“That’s ok put your panties back on while I get you another one.”
I stand up and bend over picking them up then putting my feet in I pull them up. He walks over to the dressed and pulls out a blue silk nightie with white lace trim. He hands it to me and I change into it. I then climb into bed and he tucks me in kissing me on the head. He then leaves the room closing the door behind him, I fall right to sleep thinking about my new life.
To be continued…
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Two months later…
It was a hot night in Miami. Cinco De Mayo!
The club was jumping and people were everywhere!
There I stood on the balcony overlooking Miami while entertaining tonight’s special guest at Night Scene, TLC.
Those girls were the baddest R&B group out and Miami loved them.
Tonight I chose a form-fitting sleeveless red dress that snugged closely to my body with open toed red shoes to match. My make-up was perfect and my black mane obediently behaved in it’s place caressing my neck and shoulders.
Catching an early flight out to Seattle reminded me not to over dress.
It was only 6:00PM and I couldn’t believe the response we received for tonight’s show at Night Scene.
“Mizzes Forbes you got a fon call from me mon in Seattle!” yelled my club manager with his Jamaican accent. “It’s Reggie in Seattle on line two!”
“Hey Reggie what’s up, how’s the club going?” I asked
“Good Miss Forbes,” he said nervously, “I just wanted to call and make sure you were coming.”
“I’ll be there Reggie, don’t worry.” I reassured him
“This is my first time doing this and I’m a little nervous,” He stammered, “with Boys 11 Men coming in tonight I just don’t want to screw things up”
“You’ll do fine,” I said soothingly, “and I’ll be there by midnight, promise.”
“Good!” He said feeling relieved. “I haven’t slept all night hardly and I’m a wreck…”
“Go in my office Reggie, close the door and get some rest.” I ordered
He laughed and promised he would do everything he could to obey.
“Oh by the way,” said Reggie sounding annoyed. “some lady has been calling here for the past two months for you…”
I froze in place knowing exactly who the lady was.
The last I could remember from Jasmine was watching her while she slept in that hotel bed. The feeling of guilt rose inside me as I vividly remembered leaving her in the hotel alone without a word or a trace from me. Jasmine was constantly on my mind but the idea of being with her was too much for me.
“…let’s see I wrote it down…Her name is Jasmine?” he said. “Do you know who that is?”
“yes.” I said quickly, “I know her.”
“Oh…well um…she was wondering when you were coming in. She’s been calling now for the past two months claiming she had a complaint…” said Reggie disturbingly.
“What the hell is wrong with you for not relaying the message sooner?!” I said sharply.
He stammered, “Oh god, um..um.. oh god…I really didn’t know it was important …”
“Did you tell her I was coming in tonight?” I snapped
There was silence.
“I told her not to call us but we’ll call you.” He said apologetically
Silence
Now I was annoyed but couldn’t figure out why. After all I was the one who left her in a hotel room alone without an explanation. It wasn’t Reggie’s fault that I left after fucking her. I was the blame, I was the DOG!
Oh my God! What was I doing calling myself a dog?! Isn’t that what we women call men when they fuck us and leave?
“Stop!” I told myself, “I had to do it for her sake.”
“Huh?” asked Reggie
“Oh, I’m sorry Reggie,” I said embarrasingly, realizing that I was thinking aloud. “I was talking to someone here.” I said lying through my teeth.
‘If she calls again,” I said sharply, “you give her my number, my home number, my pager number, my voice mail, email address, whatever it is you make sure she contacts me! GOT IT!”
Not giving him a chance to respond I hung up immediately.
Glancing at the clock I called my limo driver to pick me up at the front door.
With Jasmine on my mind I couldn’t think right. Everything began to replay in my mind from the night I was with her. Remembering her legs, her breast, her eyes… Oh god she was doing it to me again.
I crossed my legs trying to satisfy the tingling rising in my pussy only to have it teased more.
Stop! I told myself. I couldn’t allow myself to get caught up again.
Rushing downstairs I smiled my approval upon the wild and rowdy audience as they cheered TLC on.
“I think this is going to be our biggest night mon,” claimed TJ with his Jamaican accent, “and the people are still a rolling in…look!”
I laughed at his sweet ambience and kissed him on the cheek.
He blushed, “Let me guide you out Miss Forbes.” He said grabbing my arm.
We quickly rushed through the crowd and I was in the limo in a flash.
Driving to the airport my thoughts were on Jasmine.
Waiting on my flight my thoughts were on Jasmine.
Flying to Seattle my thoughts were glued to Jasmine. I really had it bad for her.
When leaving Seattle’s airport I quickly called Reggie.
“How’s everything going?” I ask calmly
“It’s starting to jump off.” He exclaimed.
“Did that lady, Jasmine call back again?” I asked cutting him off
“No ma’am, she did’nt.” He said suspiciously
“Thank you.” I said hanging up the phone.
We headed straight for Night Scene in Seattle.
It was cold as usual, and I instantly thought of Jasmine in her short black skirt, goosebump shapely thighs, showing off that thong in her …
I had to stop myself. I was getting worked up and wasn’t sure if I would even see her while here.
We pulled up in front of Night Scene.
I had to smile because it was looking like a crowd for a Prince concert.
“Wow!” I said to myself, “Now this is a hot crowd.”
The driver rushed to my door and I got out to a crowd of cheers and whistles.
I smiled, waving and walked right into a rock hard body. It was Terrell.
He was one of a few men that I felt like a midget next to. I looked up into his smile.
“Oh god,” I thought to myself, “Not tonight.”
“You didn’t keep your promise,” He said teasingly, “Can I punish you tonight?”
I blushed, “Well, tonight may not be a good…”
“No you’re not!” he interrupted while grabbing my waist, “I’m not letting you go this time.”
So we’re both standing on the private third floor sipping on wine. Terrell had his arms around my waist and we laughed and talked the entire night. I had to admit Terrell was a keeper but I continued to scan the crowd secretly hoping to see Jasmine.
Suddenly my heart skipped a beat. The familiar body frame and blonde hair weaved in and out the crowd. I loosened Terrell’s grip on my waist and instantly sped downstairs.
My heart beat faster and faster as I neared her…
“Jasmine!” I yelled grabbing her shoulder
She spun around and my overexcitement was quickly replaced with disappointment.
“I’m sorry sweetie,” I said embarrassingly, “I thought you were someone else.”
Shamed-faced I returned to my position on the private third floor.
Terrell looked in confusion at what just happened.
“Looking for someone?” he ask questioningly
“Yes I am.” I said softly
“Oh.” He murmured…not sure of what to make of my connection with a little blonde woman.
“Tonya, are you okay baby?” he asked
“Yes Terrell” I said looking over the crowd avoiding his stare.
“Tonya baby, you have been on my mind since we’ve met, and I really care for you baby.” He said seriously, “But if you don’t want to be bothered with me just say the word… and I promise to stay out of your life…for good. Is that what you want?”
“What are you talking about?” I said softly.
“I really feel like you’ve been avoiding me.” He said “Is there someone else?”
I looked away not wanting to be in this conversation right now.
His face broke like an eggshell knowing that he was probably being replaced. I instantly had regrets for not being honest with him from the beginning.
He looked me in the eye…grabbed my face and gave me the kiss of a lifetime.
“I’m not gonna leave you alone…I’m gonna still be here when you finish doing whatever it is that you think you must do,” he said in his masculine and sexy voice, “but when you’re done…promise me that you’ll call.”
I took a deep breath.
“I can’t promise you that,” I said stubbornly, “But I will keep that in mind.”
He looked long and hard at me, surveying my body.
“I hope you change your mind,” He said grabbing my waist and hugging me hard as he could., “because I’m not giving up on you…not yet.”
Then he was gone.
My mood suddenly went sour. Heading into my office I shut the door behind me.
The crowd roared underneath me and the beat of the music rhythmically matched the beat to my heart.
I pulled out my laptop and engulf myself into what I do best, work.
I was so engrossed into my project until I barely noticed the time passing and the breakdown of the music.
The phone rung, I quickly answered…it was Reggie.
“Hey, I was hoping you were okay up there.” He asked concernly
“Yes, I’m fine. I just wanted to tie up some odds and ends here.” Quicky changing the subject, “So how did it come out tonight?” I ask cheerfully
“AWW MAN!” He exclaimed, “It was da bomb! Those guys (Boys 11 Men) were off da hook, and talk about cool as hell…” He rambled on.
I smiled knowing this was his first major event he had to pull off and he did it up to my approval.
“Congratulations Reggie,” I said, “you have really surprised me and we’ll talk about that bonus…”
“Aww Thanks Miss Forbes.” He said thankfully, “I appreciate it ma’am.”
I put down the receiver laughing out loud to myself and continuing my work.
About half an hour later there was a knock on the door…
“Reggie?” I asked, “Come in.” Still intently into my project.
The door opened and closed but there was silence.
I looked up and my heart skipped a beat. It was Jasmine.
We stared into each others eyes.
She had on a light blue jack