Toxin Handler

Author’s note: This is a story about a woman turning a man into a compliant, sissified plaything. If that idea doesn’t appeal to you, don’t read the story. If you like the idea, read on, and don’t forget to vote and leave a comment. More will be added if comments from readers justifies it.
A Natural Sissy – Ch. 01
Stacy is a natural sissy. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on him when he came to visit at my request on an Internet forum. After 3 months of Internet chat, I was ready to implement my plan. I knew he had money. He inherited most of it from his parents when they died in horrible automobile accident a few years ago. I knew he was well educated, too, with a doctorate in electronics, but he was retired now that he was rich. He drove six hours to get to my home from his. When he knocked on my door he had two dozen roses behind his back, and when I opened the door to let him in, he stuttered his name, and brought the roses from behind him to hand them to me.
“Hello, Gail. I’m… I’m… St… Sta… Stacy. I brought you some roses.” He looked concerned that I might not like roses.
“Well, thank you, Stacy. The roses are lovely. Please come in.” I took the offered roses, filled a vase with water, and placed them on the bookcase at the far wall of my living room. “Would you like some wine? Or a beer?”
“Uh… thank you. Wine is good.”
“Coming right up.” I brought out a bottle of Chablis and poured two flutes, handing him one as I sat beside him on the sofa. I purposely sat so that my thigh brushed against his, and I put my hand on his leg just above the knee. I could see that he was quite nervous, and I hoped the wine would settle him a bit. You can’t train a skittish horse, and you can’t train a skittish man, either. As we continued our conversation, I continued to refill his wine flute, while nursing my own with small sips to avoid getting high myself. My object was to seduce the poor widower of two years who probably hadn’t had sex since his wife’s death. At 46, he was twenty years my senior, just the way I like my boi toys.
His build was almost exactly what I had expected from information gathered during our Internet chats. At six feet tall and weighing about 155 pounds, he was slender, and I noticed he had very little stubble on his face, so I expected to see only a minimum of body hair. He was taller than my 5 feet 5 inches, and heavier by 50 pounds, but that wouldn’t be a problem. He’d be perfect for what I had in mind. It was going to be fun turning him into a plaything for my friends and me.
We continued to talk, about everything and nothing, and I inserted some seemingly innocuous questions to gain more information without appearing to. After several flutes of wine he began slurring words, so it was time to set my plan into motion.
I began stroking his thigh, moving higher and closer to his crotch as I continued our conversation. I could see that his cock was growing, and from the bulge it appeared that he was well hung. Even better than I expected. A sissy with a large cock had advantages not inherent in a minimally endowed boi toy.
“Are you tired from the drive down from Atlanta?”
“I think the wine is making me sleepy, Gail. I’m sorry to be such a dullard.”
“Oh, you’re not dull, Stacy. I find you quite the opposite.” Yeah, right. But that would change. “Why don’t we go to the bedroom, and you can lie down and rest a bit. We have time before we go for dinner.” I stood and took his hand, pulling him up beside me.
He followed me like the puppy he would become as I pulled him along toward the bedroom. I stood him beside the king size bed and faced him. “Let me just get your shirt off so it won’t wrinkle, okay?”
“Okay…”
I took his shirt, and placed it over a nearby occasional chair, and went back. “Now, just sit on the bed and let me get those shoes off for you.” He didn’t object as he sat. When his shoes and socks were off and shoved under the bed, I unbuckled his belt, told him to rise up a bit so I could pull his slacks off, he sleepily complied. I put them with his shirt and then pushed him onto his back on the bed.
“Just close your eyes now and have a little nap. I’ll wake you in time to get ready for dinner.”
I watched for a moment before shedding my sundress and shoes. He blinked. So, he was watching as I took a place beside him on the bed. I saw his cock throbbing. Just what I wanted, without even trying. He closed his eyes again, pretending to sleep.
So there he was in t-shirt and boxer shorts, and I was down to my 32C bra and matching bikini panties. I put my hand through the fly of his boxers and found his still growing cock. I pulled it through the opening and took it in my mouth, sucking gently on the tip while I jacked the staff slowly. His eyes flew open as he lifted his hips trying to put more of his cock in my moist, warm mouth. I put a hand on his stomach and pushed his hips back down as I took more and more of his now fully erect cock to the back of my mouth, just grazing my throat. There was still three inches to go. Wonderful. This was going to be even better that I had hoped for.
When I was beginning to moisten in my vaginal cannel, I pulled away from his cock with a loud ‘plop’. He wasn’t sleepy anymore. I straddled him, facing the headboard, sank my pussy down on his throbbing cock, and rode him like that for thirty minutes or so, admonishing him not to cum until I said he could. Step one in his training as a boi toy. Obey your superiors, who would be any female, of course. And any male who weren’t a sissy, and maybe a few who were. We’d establish that pecker… er, pecking order as the training progressed.
After bringing myself to three orgasms I decided to let him spurt. “Okay, Stacy, you can cum now, if you’re ready.” The last word was barely out of my mouth when I felt him convulse and send a series of roped cum deep inside my pussy. I leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Good boi.” I’m sure he heard “Good boy,” not “Good boi,” but he would soon learn.
When we recovered, I headed for the shower, pulling Stacy along behind by his wilting cock. We showered together, and under my tutelage he learned to bathe me properly as a good boi toy should.
We dined that evening at an upscale Italian place I liked, at Stacy’s expense, of course, and by the time we returned to my house; Stacy was committed to selling his house in Atlanta, and moving in with me. Little did he know what that meant.
But three months later he began to understand. He sold his house in Atlanta, moved in with me, where he follows me around like the good bimbo puppy he is going to be, hoping I’ll let him fuck me again. And I just may, as a reward, if he trains well. He does have a nice cock. But for now it’s just teasing and training, and learning how to put on his makeup properly. He’s doing well in selecting his lingerie and feminine outerwear when we go out for parties and such. He’s down to one day a month dressing as a male now, and that will cease very, very soon. As soon as the hormones make his breasts too large to hide. They’re coming up on 38B now. I catch him fondling them occasionally.
“Stacy! Where are you? It’s time to dress for dinner.” When I walked into his bedroom, I found him already at the vanity applying eyeliner. He had his lingerie on already, and I must say it is as feminine as any I’ve ever seen. The lavender bra was lacy with an open nipple design, and his pierced nipples were as visible as his erect cock, with its little gold ring at the base just where it joins the ball sac. The matching open crotch panties allowed attaching a leash to the ring when I wanted to lead him along behind me. His garter belt held his lavender stockings ended in purple patent pumps with four-inch stiletto heels. I guess the only thing not ultra feminine was his hair. I kept it cut in a man’s short, almost crew, cut just so he and anyone else would no he was not a woman, but a sissy.
“I’m getting ready, Gail. I won’t be much longer.”
I was dressed to the nines in a smart sequined cocktail dress with a hemline just long enough to hide my ass cheeks. Stacy’s was only inches longer, but he looked sexy as hell with the open nipple bra showing through the gauze bodice of his almost skin tight strapless sheath. His dress was of course pink, the mandatory color for introducing a sissy to your friends. I suppressed a smile as I gazed at the earrings dangling nearly to his shoulders, the turquoise and silver contrasting, and catching the light just as I had hoped. And it matched his silver and turquoise choker necklace perfectly. The sterling chain suspended from nipple to nipple added to the boi toy image I was going for tonight. I had told him to go heavy on his makeup, because everyone at the party tonight would do the same.
I would wait until we were at the party before feeding him a couple of Viagra tablets to assure that his cock would lift his dress enough to be noticeable.
I put him in the passenger seat of his fully loaded, top-of-the-line Mercedes and we were off. “You’ll love this party, Stacy. All of my friends will be there, and I’ll introduce you to those you haven’t yet met.”
“I’m sure it will be nice,” he answered with a bit of trepidation in his voice. I suppose that was to be expected of a sissy about to be exposed to the world for the first time. At least it was with my other four bio toys.
I made a mental note to give him a GHB along with the Viagra to assure that he was compliant once we were there. He would know what it was, of course, because I used it extensively during his training to keep him agreeable to the things I was doing to him. But there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
“Oh, believe me, Stacy, you will absolutely love it.”
He was silent. I could almost see the wheels turning in his mind. I let it go. Ten minutes later I handed the car keys to the valet with a caution to park the Mercedes in a safe spot away from other vehicles to avoid small dents caused by careless people. I emphasized my instructions with a fifty-dollar bill from Stacy’s evening purse.
We walked side by side under the plush canopy covering the entrance to the club. Stacy’s hips were swinging as he tried to navigate in his 5-inch stiletto heels. I could hardly suppress my glee. What a fun night this would be. For me, anyway. Stacy might have a different opinion, but it had to be done.

A few minutes later I was still in a daze, trying to rationalise to myself what had just happened. I was operating on automatic pilot, rifling through the drawers of my closet looking for a pair of nylons to replace the semen stained pair I was wearing when I heard the door to my cell rattle open and looked up to see the privacy curtain snatched open. Carmel stormed into my cell, her high-heels clattering on the cold tiled floor, a look of intense consternation on her face.
“What the fuck have you done Michele?” she screamed into my face.
“That little dweeb Brendan is whining to Steve about how you ripped him off; didn’t give him his money’s worth and such. I hope you ain’t fucking around here girl because you’re playing with more than just your own wellbeing!” she went on.
I was still trying to come to grips with what was happening to me. How quickly I had been re-born as Michele, the transvestite prostitute and how quickly I had managed to revive those long suppressed seductive skills that had made men lust after me. I was thinking about the years of therapy that I had undertaken the last time I had gotten out Chelmsford. During my therapy I had worked through the years of continued threats of violence and blackmail which had caused me to adopt the persona of Michele, the transvestite whore. I was feeling perplexed, remorseful and angry all at the same time.
“Fuck him Carmel!” I shouted at her.
“He came here to get sexual gratification; and that’s what he got! He doesn’t give a fuck about me and I don’t give a fuck about him! It’s all about fulfilling their sick fantasises.”
“These freaks are locked up here in cages, and their only way of getting relief, other than wanking themselves stupid, is to pay ridiculous prices to have sex with transvestites and pretend to themselves that we are women.”
“Well fuck them! I’m being forced to do what I have to do to protect my family from that sick fuck Steve; as long as the punters get off and leave me alone I will use very trick in the book to keep them from degrading me further!” I finished ranting and turned back to the drawer, rummaging around to get another pair of stockings.
I was in a hurry to remove the pair I was wearing. The smell of sex fluids and the feel of Brendan’s slimy semen as it cooled on my stockings was starting to make me feel sick.
Then I heard a roar from down the corridor and the loud deliberate stomp of heavy prison boots approaching my cell. The curtain was flung aside and ‘Iron Bar’ Steve stormed into my cell.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing you crazy cunt!” he shouted and spun me around to face him.
His face was red and angry and he grabbed me by the shoulders started to shake me, his spittle flying as he yelled into my face.
“You fucking around with the punters? You some smart cunt who rips off my customers? You willing to gamble with the lives of your sister and your niece because you don’t want a dick in you?”
“You’re a fucking transvestite whore, and the last time you were in Chelmsford you sucked and fucked your way through five years of hard time. You can tell everyone your bullshit story about how the shrinks have convinced you that you only did what you did to survive; but I know the truth Michele. You seem to forget that I’ve had you. I’ve fucked you!”
“Sure you pretend that you didn’t like it, but you always ended up liking what was happening to you. How the fuck could you live as the wife of a con for all those years if you didn’t like it?” he finished.
“I just did what I had to, to survive. I had to get away from you and Eddie! I had to!” I screamed back at him.
“Well you know what? I don’t fucking care either way! You’re my whore; you work for me, and you do what I say!” Steve continued to yell into my face.
“I know that you know how to please the punters ’cause I’ve seen you do it, and that’s exactly what you are going to do!” he paused and then went on.
“I’m going to call Danny and have him pay a little call on your sister. Nothing too violent; just a little indecent assault is all. It’s just my way of proving to you that I’m not fucking around here. But first, I have to punish you in a way so that the others can see that I mean business. No hard feelings,” he finished with a wicked grin.
I was shocked and felt my knees start to give way.
“You’re supposed to keep these fucking whores in line,” he snapped at Carmel.
“Now get all of those fucking bitches lined up outside this cell so they can see what happens when they don’t do what I pay them for. If you can’t take charge of these bitches I will!”
“Get them all here! Pull back those fucking curtains so they can see, you fucking useless cow!” he screamed.
I started to swoon with shock as I realised the consequences of my actions. An unspeakable horror would now be inflicted on my sister. I felt myself start to collapse and Steve grabbed hold of me and pulled me over to the bed. He sat down hard and threw me over his knees like a lifeless puppet, my head hanging inches off the ground.
I slowly turned my head and through my blurred vision I could see half a dozen pairs of legs in high heels and stockings. I twisted my head further and saw the heavily made-up eyes of Steve’s stable of transvestite prostitutes watching me through the bars. Some of the whores had their customers with them; they had drifted along with the prostitutes when they had been ordered from their workrooms to witness my punishment.
I recognised Charlotte, one of the whores who I worked with here in E Block the last time I was inside Chelmsford. She was a little older and a little fatter but obviously still enjoyed her work. She was dressed in a red satin micro-mini and a gold tank top that stretched around her rolls of fat. Her shiny black high heels had to be six inches high and were complemented by black seamed, fully-fashioned stockings. A teased out blonde wig topped her heavily made up face and she smacked gum between her bright red lipsticked lips as her current customer stood beside her; dressed only in his jeans, he was rubbing his muscled body against her. His turgid penis was poking out of his jeans and Charlotte was absent-mindedly masturbating him with a satin-gloved hand as she stared at me intensely.
Steve yelled out at the assembled whores, “You see this bitch lying here across my lap. She ripped off a customer; she didn’t give him what he paid for!”
“My customers always come first,” he laughed at his own pun, “and when my girls don’t treat their customers right, I won’t treat them right!” he finished and with lightening speed he flicked up my skirt and slapped his open hand down on my pantied buttocks.
The sound of the slap echoed through E Block and a scalding pain erupted on my bottom as I screamed in shock. I heard the other girls gasp and as I looked through my tear filled eyes I could see that they were wincing while Steve started to paddle my arse.
The pain of the spanking was tolerable but as Steve continued to rain down a steady stream of slaps on my arse cheeks, the flimsy material of my panties did nothing to soften the sting of the blows. I wriggled and scissor-kicked my legs as I tried to break free, but it was no use, Steve kept me pinned on his lap with his free hand.
“See this you bitches,” he screamed at the congregation of whores and punters who were staring in fascination at what was happing to me, “This is what happens when you fuck with ‘Iron Bar’ Steve!”
Steve’s spanking continued and my rear throbbed as the pain settled into a stinging burn in my buttocks. I had stopped squirming and was lying like a rag doll in Steve’s lap, sobbing with pain and mortification. I turned my head again and looked up at the small crowd watching my humiliation. Brendan was watching me intently and he actually looked a little sympathetic to my plight. Some of the girls winced in sympathy each time Steve’s hand smacked my arse; but some of the girls and most of the punters eyes wore the gaze of predators watching a struggling prey.
Prison predators, by their nature, take pleasure in the degradation, humiliation and pain of other inmates. When that other inmate is an attractive, heavily made-up, transvestite as she lying across the lap of her captor, with her skirt rucked up around her waist and her stockinged legs and high-heeled feet kicking and struggling, then it is indeed a pleasing sight.
The punter standing next to Charlotte was staring intently at me; and each time Steve’s hand smacked down on my panty-clad arse he thrust his hips forward to intensify the pleasure his cock was receiving from Charlotte’s preoccupied stroking.
Suddenly he writhed and groaned and streams of hot semen shot out from his throbbing member. The sticky ropes spattered all over Charlotte’s black velvet glove, the semen glistened in the overhead lights of the corridor. A few globs of creamy white spunk splattered on her red satin mini and ran down her legs, staining her black nylons and pooled on the toe of her high-heel.
Charlotte howled and pushed him away, the punter laughed at her plight as he stuffed his still turgid penis back inside his jeans.
“You fucking arsehole; you just come all over my favourite skirt and sheers,” she chided, but she obviously not seriously concerned.
“You heard Steve! The customer’s always right; you wait until I get you back in your cell you fat cow, I’ve got plenty more where that came from,” he teased and Carmel reached up and kissed him passionately.
Steve had grown tired of paddling my arse and the disturbance outside the bars of my cell was the excuse he needed to stop punishing me.
“Ok you whores; you’ve seen what Michele got for not looking after her customer right, so you better make sure you all do, unless you want some of the same,” he yelled at the transvestite hookers.
“Now fuck off back to your work rooms and start earning some fucking money!” he finished, and the small crowd slowly disbursed.
Charlotte turned on her heels to leave and her punter stuck his hand under her skirt and nuzzled at her neck; she chuckled as he muffled an obscenity in her ear.
I saw all this through tear-streaked eyes, the pain in my buttocks burning and throbbing but slowly starting to subside. I was more humiliated than physically hurt. I remained bent over Steve’s lap with my skirt rucked up, the toes of my high heels just touching the floor.
“Carmel, get that fucking whingeing punter back in here! And close those fucking curtains,” Steve growled.
I turned my head to see Carmel’s shapely arse in her tight pencil skirt wriggle over to the door, her long nylon encased legs ending in her high-heels which clattered on the cell floor. Carmel mumbled something to someone in the corridor and when Brendan slowly walked into my cell, she pulled the curtains closed.
“Shall I stay?” Carmel asked Steve submissively.
“Well as been as you can’t seem to control the girls that I leave in your charge you better stay and see how it’s done?” he answered sarcastically.
“And you, what’s yer fucking name? Get over here and I’ll make sure you get what you paid for; no refunds here mate,” Steve spat at Brendan.
I was still in a daze from my spanking, but now it dawned on me what was about to happen and I began to try to wriggle free. Steve held me down in his lap as Brendan cautiously approached.
“Come on, get it out and put it in her mouth, that’s what you paid for ain’t it?” Steve sneered.
“Yeah, but, but, I don’t think I can do it. You know with you all watching and everything,” Brendan whined.
“Bollocks! Carmel, get over here and help out you dumb cunt! You ain’t here for decoration,” Steve jeered.
Carmel sauntered over. She knew exactly what to do; she had been a pro for most of her life. I continued to struggle and started to kick my legs in vain attempt to escape. Steve slapped me arse again and held me down.
“Keep still you fucking whore,” he snapped.
“Carmel, throw that fucking thing over here will you?” Steve asked, pointing off to somewhere in the cell I couldn’t see.
Carmel passed something over to Steve and then sidled up to Brendan and wrapped herself around him. She kissed him deeply, her lipsticked lips smothering his and her tongue driving deep inside his mouth. She rubbed her body up against him sliding one leg sensuously up and down his, her stockings rasping against his jeans. Her painted fingernails raked down his shirt and one hand slithered over to his flies and the grating sound of Brendan’s zipper being slowly lowered filled the quiet cell.
I continued to struggle in Steve’s lap despite the pain in my buttocks but Steve was easily able to hold me down with one hand. The other hand was busy doing something out of my line of sight but heard what sounded like the cap of jar fall on the floor and roll away.
Carmel’s slim fingers disappeared inside Brendan’s flies and rummaged around and then his rock hard penis sprang free. Carmel broke off the kiss and looked down at Brendan’s throbbing cock and gently ran a red-painted fingernail along the underside of his shaft. His cock quivered.
“Better get that where it belongs before you explode,” she joked, “no more refunds,” and took hold of Brendan’s penis and directed it at my face.
Steve moved his hand to my throat and held my head still.
“Open wide Michele,” Carmel giggled and pushed Brendan’s cock against my lips.
I refused to open my mouth even as Carmel rubbed Brendan’s glans over my lips. Then I felt Steve lift my skirt again and then he tore my panties off with one big yank. I felt something cold, hard and slimy push between my buttocks and without warning it was pushed past my sphincter and plunged deep inside my anal passage.
As I opened my mouth to scream Carmel directed Brendan’s cock into it.
“Don’t bite it!!!!” Brendan, Carmel and Steve all screamed at the same time.
“You fucking take that cock Michele or your sister’s getting something a lot worse!” Steve threatened.
I was in too much shock from the object invading my anus to be worried about the dick in my mouth and I tried to push down on my abdominal muscles to force the hard plastic object out of my arse. I knew then what it was; it was a dildo. Steve had lubricated it with Vaseline; that was the sound I had heard. All of the workrooms were equipped with dildos, vibrators and other sex toys for the punters to play with.
Then I felt Brendan begin to slide his cock in and out of my mouth; my gag reflex started to kick in and I knew If I didn’t relax I would either bite his cock or choke. I relaxed my jaw and moved my tongue to allow his thick phallus unobstructed access to my mouth. I was not going to suck this penis, that would be participating, but if Brendan wanted to rape my slack mouth then I wouldn’t stop him.
“Suck him!” Steve demanded.
“Suck him you fucking bitch!” he ordered and began to thrust the dildo in and out of my anus.
I had no choice, I had to suck the cock invading my mouth, and so I went to work with my tongue wrapping it around the spongy glans and up and down the silky shaft. I worked my hot wet mouth so that my lips slid along Brendan’s shaft whilst my tongue slavered at his glans. I knew what I was doing, I’d done this before all those years ago. Get the guy off as quick as possible, just get it over with!
Then I felt the dildo in my arse suddenly burst into life. It was a vibrator and Steve had flicked the switch. The pulsing dildo began to awaken feeling in my back passage that I hadn’t felt for over five years. Steve slid the vibrator slowly in and out of me and pushed the tip of the vibrator up against my postrate sending waves of pleasure through my whole lower regions. I knew there was nothing I could do to stop the pleasure but I was still revolted by what was happening to me.
I struggled and wriggled as much as I could but it was useless. Brendan used my struggling to increase his pleasure as he fucked my mouth. Carmel was standing behind him and she unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down. She hiked up her skirt, exposing her white satin boy-leg panties, and rubbed her body against him, nuzzling his neck and stroking his balls as his hard cock slid in and out of my red lipsticked lips.
I tried to forced myself to lie still as the vibrating dildo plunged in and out of my rear entrance but I couldn’t control myself. I raised my buttocks up to meet the thrusts of the plastic intruder and squeezed my internal muscles as the vibrator pulsed against my postrate, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.
Brendan was now slamming himself in and out of my mouth, his hips bucking, pushing his buttocks back against Carmel’s silky panties and then thrusting his weapon deep into my mouth. In a reflex action bought up from my dim past I bought one of my hands up to his cock so that I could stroke it as it slammed in and out of my mouth.
I felt it quiver and knew Brendan was about to orgasm. This triggered my own body into climax and I pushed back hard against the dildo, forcing it deep inside me and up against my postrate gland. My back passage spasmed and I felt the pulsating waves of intense pleasure that can only be produced by anal sex shoot through my testes. My penis went from flaccid to turgid in seconds as it inflated in response to my climax.
Brendan slammed his cock into my mouth and grabbed my head and pushed my face into his crotch. My tongue slavered around his throbbing member and my mouth slavered and sucked on his member, encouraging him to expel his creamy emission. Carmel pushed her body against Brendan to provide more stimulation, she rubbed her silky panty-crotch against his buttocks and stroked and squeezed his scrotum.
Brendan and I ejaculated at the same time. My mouth flooded with his warm creamy semen as my own penis spasmed. Steve had anticipated my climax and pushed my torn panties against my pulsing member to catch my spend. He wrapped my satin panty around my cock and milked me as I shot stream after stream of warm semen into the silky rag. My anus was pulsating and throbbing with intense waves of pleasure that reverberated through my whole body as Steve worked the vibrator in and out of me. I groaned and cried as tears of pleasure and shame created rivers of black mascara which ran down my face.
Brendan bucked and danced on the balls of his feet as his cock continued to pulse and shoot stream after stream of hot come into my mouth. I swallowed his offerings in between my moans of pleasure and humiliation.
Eventually our orgasms subsided and Carmel pulled back from Brendan and smoothed down her skirt. Brendan pulled his cock out of my mouth with an audible plop as Steve slid the vibrator from my rear entrance. I was crying and exhausted from the spanking I had received, and the intensity orgasm that had been forced upon me. I sobbed with shame and humiliation as I lay exhausted on Steve’s lap.
Brendan lifted my chin and rubbed his deflating penis over my face, mixing the last of his spend with my heavy makeup. I felt Steve take a handful of my skirt and wipe the mess off the plastic vibrator, he threw my ripped, come soaked panties over into the corner of the cell.
“Fuck me Michele, you should see the mess on your skirt! Carmel make sure this bitch gets a good cleaning up there before she starts work in future,” he snarled and pushed me off his lap and on to the cold floor.
I lay there sobbing, discarded like a piece of garbage.
Brendan pulled up his pants and zipped his fly.
“Thanks Steve, I’ll definitely come back when I save me some more money,” he toadied and sauntered to the door.
“Sure,” Steve responded dismissively.
Steve lit a cigarette and offered one to Carmel who took it and lit it up; holding it in feminine fashion between two slender, painted-nailed fingers. Steve prodded at me with the toe of his boot.

My sex life used to be a boring old lay-on-my-back-and-spread-my-legs routine. I’ve had several lovers over the years and they were all pretty much the same. Get in, get off, get out. For a long time I thought that that is the way it was. Sure, I knew about all the fun and kinky stuff there was to do but I thought it was all for porn stars and prostitutes. I would think about them when I masturbated but never thought I’d actually do any of them.
Then I met my current boyfriend. We met on the internet, in true modern fashion, and after a few days of chatting and talking on the phone, we decided to meet for real. We instantly hit it off and have now been living together for a few years.
At first, our sex life was fun and more than a little naughty because he was the type of guy who likes to explore and experiment. I was a little shy about it at first but the slut inside of me eventually came out and I gradually got to be more aggressive about trying new things. There was one thing I had read about in a book of erotic stories and had always wanted to try but it was pretty kinky. I didn’t think any guy would go for it but after a while I knew that Bruce would try just about anything.
So, one day while he was at work, I took a trip into town to the local porn shop and bought a couple of toys and a porno DVD that I knew he would like and a couple of outfits, one for me and one for him.
When he came home that night, we did the usual thing, dinner, talk, TV. I had been holding off telling him anything because I wanted to catch him off-guard. When it came time to go to bed, I told him that I had a surprise for him. He asked me what it was and I just told him that he was going to get some ass tonight but that it wouldn’t end there.
Now, he has always been an ass man and I love anal sex, so we get along just fine in that department. We’ll even shake it up now and then with a toy in my pussy while he’s in my ass and sometimes a toy in his ass and so on and so on. But tonight I had something in mind we had never done and I knew he wouldn’t be expecting.
We went in the bedroom and I told him to get naked while I put on the DVD that I had bought. He must have been seriously horny because he was totally nude and on the bed by the time I had the movie going.
I got undressed, lay next to him, and started to stroke his cock while we watched the movie. He has a nice cock, not too big, not too small. It’s about 6 inches and nice and thick and it feels so good when it’s inside me. I stroked him and whispered naughty little things to him for a while then I told him to enjoy the movie and I went down on him.
I’ve always enjoyed sucking cock. I love the taste and the way it feels in my hand and mouth. I massaged his balls with one hand as I opened my mouth and took him inside. My lips wrapped around the head of his cock and I slowly lowered my mouth down on him, taking as much as I could before going back up and getting a rhythm going. I bobbed up and down on his stiff dick for a few minutes and enjoyed the taste of him and the sounds he made. Then I kissed my way down his shaft and got to his balls where I licked and sucked and savored the taste of them before going back up to his sweet cock.
We stayed that way for about a half hour, me giving him head and him laying back watching the movie and enjoying the blowjob. He finally looked down at me and said, “Is this the surprise you had for me?”
I looked up at him with his cock still in my mouth and smiled around his member, took it out and said “oh no, this is just to get you ready. Are you ready now?”
“Hell yes” he said.
“Ok, you asked for it.”
I got up, went to the closet, and got out the two outfits I had bought earlier that day. One was a black bodysuit type thing with black fishnet stocking and garters. I knew he would love that and I let him watch while I put it on.
“What’s the other one for?” he asked when I was done putting on my little costume.
“That one is for you,” I said, “but you don’t get it yet. It’s for later. Right now I want you to fuck me.”
He was more than happy to oblige and he laid me down on the bed and began to kiss his way down my body. He had to free my tits from the outfit to suck on them but he was careful to keep it on. I knew it was turning him on and he wanted to keep it on me.
He licked and sucked my nipples and started working his way down farther until he got to my already drenched pussy. He undid the snaps of the outfit between my legs and wasted no time in diving in with his tongue, licking along my lips and my clit and then going down and fucking me with his tongue before heading back to my clit. He sucked, licked, and fingered and I just couldn’t handle it anymore. I was starting to cum in no time and once it started, I couldn’t stop.
He had taken my clit between his lips and was sucking on it, the waves of pleasure started to roll over me, and orgasm after orgasm hit me so hard I swear I almost passed out.
After I calmed down he came back up and lay on top of me and I could feel his hard cock pushing against my pussy. I was so wet he easily slid into me and he began to pump me with a nice steady rhythm, not hard but not soft, just right. He knew missionary wasn’t exactly my favorite position so it wasn’t long before he had me turned around on my hands and knees and was behind me, kneading my ass cheeks with his hands as he thrust his cock into me.
“You like that?” he asked me as he fucked my pussy.
“I’d like it better if that cock was in my ass” I said and knew I had surprised him. I don’t usually ask for anal sex that way. The surprise didn’t last long though because he was reaching for the lube before I knew it.
He squirted some onto his fingers, rubbed it on my asshole, and began working his finger inside my ass, getting me nice and greasy. Then he took some more and stroked his cock with it a few times to make sure there was plenty to ease the way.
I felt the head of his cock push lightly against my asshole and knew that was my cue. We weren’t exactly new to this. He stopped pushing and let me back up on him. I slowly eased my ass back towards him, feeling his cock slide into my tight anus, and savoring the brief bit of pain that preceded the intense pleasure that hit me when he was all the way inside.
He started with slow, shallow strokes until he knew I was nice, loose, and ready then he began to pound my ass like a jackhammer. I’ve always liked it a little rough like that and I started cumming almost immediately. He pushed me down on my tummy and began to slam his cock in and out of my ass as if it were no different from my pussy.
In the back of my mind, I knew I was going to be sore in the morning but the pleasure was so great that I just didn’t care. I came at least 3 times and I could tell he was starting to get close so I stopped him and got out from under him.
“What’s up?” he asked
“Now it’s time for your surprise,” I told him.
I got up and went to the bag I had and pulled out the outfit I had for him. When he saw it, he simply said, “Oh shit.”
It was a knee length pleated skirt with white stockings and a bra. “It’s time for you to be my bitch,” I told him. “Put this on.”
He just looked at me for a couple seconds and finally asked me what I had in mind.
“Don’t you worry about it?” I told him. “Just do what I tell you and I promise I won’t hurt you. Well, not too much anyway” I said with an evil little smile.
He didn’t look too excited about it but he trusted me and I’m sure he knew that whatever I had in mind would probably be a lot of fun. He got up and started to put on the clothes. I had to help him a bit since he wasn’t used to women’s clothes but they went on easy enough and when he was done I just stood back and looked at him.
“Now you’re my little bitch. My slut” I told him. “Get back on the bed.”
He did just as he was told and I went in the closet to get the toys I had bought. When I came back out, he saw me and said, “What the fuck are you going to do with that?”
I was standing there with a small 4-inch vibrator in one hand and a 6-inch strap-on around my waist. “I’m going to fuck you like the little slut that you are,” I told him. “Do you think you can fuck my ass any time you want and not have to pay a price?”
“I don’t think I’m ready for this,” he said to me.
I quickly walked over to the bed, reached out, and slapped him. “Are you saying no to me? You don’t say no, you do as you’re told, bitch!”
He was very obviously stunned but also turned on because his cock was making a little tent out of the front of his dress.
“Don’t worry, bitch,” I said, “I’ll make sure you enjoy it. Now get on your hands and knees like a good little whore.”
He did as he was told even though I could tell he still wasn’t too sure about it. I got behind him and lifted the dress up over his ass. I rubbed his ass cheeks with my hands and said, “I’ll give you a little present to make you feel good before I fuck you.”
I lowered my head, started to kiss his cheeks, reached under, and stroked his cock while I ran my tongue down the crack of his ass. I spread his cheeks a little bit, put my tongue on his asshole, licked him, and fucked his ass with it the way I knew he liked. I don’t normally lick ass very often but I know he enjoys it and I figured I might as well make him feel good for a few minutes before I treated him like a whore.
After a few minutes of that, I got the lube, spread some on his asshole, and worked my fingers into him just as he had done to me. Then, just like him, I stroked some onto my plastic cock. However, before I was ready to fuck him I had to get myself some pleasure and I took the 4-inch vibe that I had and worked it underneath the strap-on and into my pussy. The harness from the strap-on kept it in place and it felt so good vibrating in there by itself.
“Are you ready, slut?” I asked him.
“I guess so,” he said.
I reached up, grabbed his hair, and pulled his head back. “That’s not good enough, slut. You need to beg for it.”
“Yes, please” he said, “please fuck my ass. I want you to fuck my tight ass. Please.”
“I guess that will do,” I said and positioned the head of my plastic dick against his asshole. He started to back up on it and I stopped him. “I’m doing the fucking here you little whore” I snarled at him. “You stay still while I fuck you.”
“Just don’t hurt me,” he said.
“Shut up and take it like the bitch that you are” I said and then began to slowly push my fake cock up his ass. He let out a moan when it first went in but then relaxed and my cock slid easily up his ass.
“You can stroke yourself if you want, bitch” I told him and slapped his ass.
He moved a hand under himself and began to stroke his cock as I started to slide my dick in and out of his ass. I was careful at first because I really didn’t want to hurt him but once I saw that he could take it I began to move faster and faster. The vibrator in my pussy was really getting me hot and the sight of my plastic cock going in and out of his asshole was turning me on in ways I never thought it would. The sight of him bent over in a dress with the stockings and bra was so hot. I thought that I would enjoy but never thought it would be this much.
I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him back towards me, moving faster with each stroke and before long; I was pounding his ass like he had pounded mine just a few minutes earlier.
“Oh fuck!” he moaned, “that feels so good. Keep fucking me!”
“You like that you little slut?” I asked him as I pumped his ass.
“Yes! Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!”
I looked underneath him so I could see his cock and watched him stroke it as I fucked him. The next thing I knew I saw his cum start to squirt out onto the bed and that was all it took. I was suddenly having my own orgasm and I rammed my cock deep in his ass once last time as I came and we both finally collapsed on the bed.
We lay there for a couple minutes and then I slid my cock out of his ass and took out my vibe. “So” I said, “what do you think?”
He looked at me and smiled and said, “When is round two?”
The End.

Rape victims are not always women.
This is the morning after I lost my anal virginity. It is not only women who get date raped. I know for a true fact that we men get fucked without our consent too.
Last night started in a normal way. Me coming home from work, having a cooked meal laid on by my Mum who bombarded me about her days doings. Just like she normally did every working day evening.
After the meal I got washed and changed to go out to meet a guy from work who promised to show the new boy the sights. I had been with the firm just under two weeks.
I liked Frank a lot, Frank by name frank by nature was his motto. Although I had seen several of the guys at work giving me queer looks when they knew I was going out with Frank.
We went to a pub and played darts for a while and just after ten, Frank invited me to finish the night at his place. Fine. It was okay with me. I could not see why not.
We were sitting drinking beer and getting stuck in to a dish full of crisps. When Frank started to tell me some horny jokes which gradually switched from heterosexual to gay jokes. All the time the drink was affecting me more and more.
The fact that Frank was making homosexual advances towards me started to get through my booze-fuddled mind. His hand lightly stroking my cock made me get up suddenly and lift my fists up and challenge him to three rounds of pugilistics. He laughed, pushed me back down on the settee and he unzipped my flies and I felt his hand inside my trousers and my cock being pulled out of my pants. He took it into his hot mouth and started to suck me off and I was unable to ward him off. Girls had sucked me off many times. It was no different. I wanted it and I didn’t. I was angry, or tried to be angry, I just did not have an ounce of energy to push him off me. It was like I was floating around just an inch from the ceiling. I had literally become a rag doll stuffed with sand. I was aware of him removing my clothes and the limbs of my body falling back down after being lifted for one reason or the other. It was sensual, I was thinking he was treating me as I treated women. His hands were all over me, even his mouth on my nipples when he bared them. I wanted to put my hand on to the back of his head and urge him on, but I was unable to lift my hand.
I lay back staring at him, watching him undress as if it was an everyday occurrence. When he took both my hands and pulled me to my feet I grinned at him and allowed him to support me all the way through to the flat’s bedroom. I saw the bed and I just wanted to lay down on it. I wanted this. When he sat his bare bum onto my chest and offered his long hard penis to my mouth. I baulked at that. No way I was sucking another guys cock! Then I was thinking maybe a little lick. What would the gism oozing from it taste like?
I heard him telling me that cock sucking was good for me. That if I wanted to keep my job it, would further my career in the company as a whole lot of other guys would want me to suck their cocks too. Once again I thought this is a nice guy, he’s constantly trying to help me. I opened my mouth and felt his cock enter. The taste was a bit salty and remember thinking that it was really the savoury taste I had been wishing for. It was nagging the back of my mind that I shouldn’t aught to be naked on this bed with another naked man. I should not be letting him treat me like I belonged to him. Although sucking his cock was a little bit nice. It was then it dawned on me that he was busy too. His hand was moving up and down on my cock which was as hard as his for some unknown reason. My hips were moving up and down at the same rhythm that he was pumping my cock. This didn’t feel too bad either. It was wrong, I knew that, but I didn’t want to do anything about it just yet, maybe a bit later. Then I thought if my Mum was in on this she would be annoyed at me. She even made me smoke my fags on the back doorstep!
I was aware of a sudden cold draught in the room and I opened my eyes to see two more naked men in the room. They were vaguely familiar. I was too befuddled to be sure. Not to worry it’s bound to come back to me later. Their cocks were hard and long like Franks and my own. Strangely I was relieved that we had company. Maybe they were going to have a fuck too! It was nice of them to make a party thing out of it. The bed creaked when they came onto it with Frank and I. More hands were on my body, gently caressing me. One was tracing a finger through my anal crack to my balls and back up again which made my bum cheeks contract. Four naked men together now. I felt a bit uneasy, why? I don’t know why. Perhaps the Government had decided to ban men wearing clothing. Not worth fussing about. It was then I felt it! The man’s finger inside my bum hole. Wow! Easy Mates! This wasn’t right. My ass is a bit private to me, no one else!. Frank was holding my head firmly and moving his hard cock in and out of my mouth as I felt some thing cold on my anal button and then pushing in to my asshole. That made me jump. I suddenly had the premonition that I should be afraid. The anal penetration was alien to the right and wrong in my life. Just a tiny wee part was saying it was right and a huge piece was saying, ‘Wait a cotton-picking minute! You are not on here!’ What was happening to me? I made an all out effort to get off the bed and away. I actually got to my feet but my legs were like jelly I crumpled to a heap onto the floor.
I must have passed out, when I came to, I was back on the bed on my hands and knees. A penis in my mouth and another painfully in my arsehole. It was the other two guys who were doing the dastardly deed to me. Frank was laying on the other side of the bed watching the new boy getting it in the rear. He was just laying there, smoking a cigarette. He was smiling at me as if he had seen the boss-man to get me a raise in pay.
My feelings in that hazy moment were again mixed. I was being fucked and I had no thought of aversion. Just the opposite, in fact. There was a warmth in my rectum. The penis inside me was stirring up new feelings inside me which were not dislikeable. I felt as if I wanted to move onto the guys cock, so I did! It was the second cock in my mouth after Franks. I was actually sucking it and tasting it and dare I say it? Even though it did pong a bit. Liking it? ‘Hey Mum! I was sucking a blokes cock today and guess what? I loved it!’ - ‘Was you, Dear? That would have been nice for you. Did you say thank-you to the nice Gentleman?’
Did every man who was broken in anally have these feelings? Is every man capable of being bi-sexual? Do we all like to fuck and be fucked? All the men who say that they abhor homosexuals, are they really latent homosexuals themselves? Surely not! Do homosexuals hate women because they hate themselves more? Do they realise it? - are they afraid of the truth? All these questions have got to be answered. Maybe a telly program should canvas guys in the streets and ask them, politely of course.
All I know is this, as I conclude this story, I realise that I do not know the answer. Like many men who are anally raped I did not think of involving the law. The stigma is far worse than the act. I usually go on the assumption that if you can’t sit down over a cup of tea with your Mum at the fireside and tell her all about it, then what you have done must be real bad. Now I am going to get punny, Mums the word…….
According to Frank - and as he is my boss - I have to pay him some heed - he says what I did, could only have bettered my standing, made me an asset to the company. What he don’t know is at the moment, it is a thought to sit down. From this instant of time I am going be careful and pick my company.
The word ASSET has taken on a totally new meaning to me now. I do know that according to Frank, I have an added ass-et to my C.V. What’s a C.V?
Jack

Heavy bass thrummed through Victor’s body, mixing with the alcohol and bringing the whole world into sharp focus. He thought that he’d like to stay like this, right here, forever. To simply be lost in the music, letting it set his soul on fire while his mind followed it to another world… yes, this was heaven.
He didn’t dance, though. He’s never felt comfortable. Despite being handsome, fit and totally in love with music, he’d simply never acquired the taste for it. Sometimes with enough to drink and a good enough DJ, he might get out on the dance floor, but only when he was absolutely sure that he was not going to remember it the next day. Everyone else was doing it, but he was still… well… embarrassed.
So instead he hung out near the edge of the dance floor, watching as hot bodies swirled and writhed out in front of him. The air was thick with moisture and smoke, lending a kind of surreal haze that the lights only server to compliment, giving the dancers an ethereal quality.
This was not necessarily the way most people would spend the day before Valentine’s, but he didn’t have the worries right now that a lot of people did. With no girlfriend to speak of, and no pressing desire to find another, he was neither out looking for a last minute gift nor wallowing in self-pity. He was just enjoying the music.
“Hmm, hey there.” A voice, low and smoky and full of promise, floated up out of the noise behind him. With the voice came hands, soft and feminine and placing themselves on his shoulders.
“Uhhh, hey.” Unfortunately flirting, like dancing, was something that Victor was not very good at either.
“Not out dancing?”
He turned around to try and catch a glimpse of this person, but the hands held him surprisingly still. All he knew of her was that voice, those hands, and the heat of a slim body pressing itself up against his back.
“No, I, uhhh, prefer it here.” He smiled weakly, but of course the woman couldn’t see it.
He felt her mouth close to his neck, her breath tickling the skin around his shoulders and making little goosebumps rise all along them.
“Ah. You like to watch, then?” A light laugh seemed to mingle with the smoke in the air, meandering in a graceful arch that sent it down his throat, along with hints of vanilla and spice.
“No, it’s not… I mean… I, umm…”
“It’s okay.” Those hands, those soft, wonderful hands, started to massage his shoulders. It was a light touch, like the laugh, like the whispered words, but it sent shivers all across his body. If he weren’t incapacitated by that same touch, he would have… well he didn’t know what he would have done. “I know what you’re doing. You’re here for the music.”
“Oh, yes!” He smiled, surprised that she understood so well.
For a moment or two, they didn’t say anything. Despite the music, he could almost hear her breath, the crinkle of his shirt as she massaged him, and the soft sound of her shifting her weight. He certainly felt the first one, as each of her breaths pressed what must be her breasts up against the small of his back.
As he felt himself responding to her, to her closeness, to her heat, he also felt himself growing a little uncertain. What if he bored her? Would she leave? He decided to fill the space with some more words. “Do you… I mean, what do you come here for?”
“Me? Oh, that’s easy.” Her tongue barely touched his earlobe, and Victor felt himself jerk in response to the feeling. It wasn’t unpleasant, just unexpected, and it sent lightning bolts of sensation arrowing straight for his groin. “The men.”
“The… the men?”
“Yes, the men. This place is usual so full of hot… tasty men.”
Victor felt, rather than heard, the woman lick her lips. It was a slow, sensual motion that made him lick his own in response.
“Like you.”
“Like me?” He’d been called many things before, but he didn’t think tasty was one of them. Of course, none of his girlfriends ever stuck around long enough to find out.
“Ya. Like you.”
Then teeth were on his ear. The touch was ginger, delicate, but the hardness of her nibble contrasted strongly with the gentle touch of her hands. He felt himself tugging a little against her grip again, wanting to turn around, wanting to… to what?
Kiss her.
He wanted to kiss her. Oh, did he ever.
“I… umm… thank-you?” It was a little lame, but somehow with her teeth kneading the flesh of his ear he wasn’t as concerned about that anymore. No one who wanted to ditch him would be doing that, would they? Would they? The spiciness of her scent, mixed with the smoke and that vodka he’d been drinking was making his head spin. “What’s… you know… your name?”
“Mmm, he moves quickly.” There was a faint hint of mocking in the tone, but Victor let it slide. Somehow, with soft fingertips now working their way under his shirt to his biceps, he didn’t feel like being annoyed. “I’m Anya.”
“Oh… that’s… that’s beautiful.” Maybe it was a good thing that she was behind him, because then she couldn’t see the goofy smile on his face. “I’m Victor.”
“Hi Victor.”
“H-” Victor jerked in surprise as those hands moved amazingly quickly down his body. It seemed like one moment they were caressing his chest and the next they were working their way into his pants. “Hi Anya.”
“Do you want to get out of here?” A long, heavy pause, filled with vanilla and heat. “Victor?”
“Sure… sure. Hell ya.”
“Good.”
Then the hands were out of his pants and he was spinning. Spinning? The room spun around him, full of smoke and lights, before he realized that Anya had twirled him around in one deft gesture. He was afraid he might continue spinning until he fell down, utterly embarrassing himself in front of this blessedly forward woman, but then she caught him.
It was the first time he’d seen her, and whilehe’d been responding to her touch, he responded viscerally to her appearance. Smokey eyes, pouty lips and luscious breasts started out a body that made him weak in the knees just from looking. She had a tight halter top on, which was more of a bra really, and leather pants that were so tight they seemed almost indecent. He could see every delightful curve of her legs, and thought he could even see the outline of her pussy against the taut material.
The only other thing she wore was a collar, which seemed a little at odds with the rest of her look, but not at all out of place. It was metal and fit snugly against her neck, the only adornment being the delicate filigree of a snake that chased itself all the way around her throat. Beyond that, her slight arms, flat tummy and delectable bronze skin were all on display before him.
He knew he was staring, indecently so, but she was staring back at him with similar intensity. The look in her eyes, which after some consideration were an entrancing violet, was almost as arousing as her body. There was something there… a kind of hunger that made him flush.
“Mmm, exquisite.” She licked her lips again, and Victor thought his legs were going to buckle.
“So, umm… where…?”
“My place. Come one.” She winked, and then they were off.
For a moment, Victor fought to keep up with Anya. She seemed to slip through the crowd with supernatural ease, navigating her way through groping couples and drunken groups as if they weren’t even there. Victor, on the other hand, was having trouble putting one foot in front of the other at this point, let alone navigating a crowded floor. He felt dizzy and a little light-headed, probably from all that vodka, and he wondered if he would even be able to perform what was probably on Anya’s mind, and definitely on his own.
Just when he thought he’d lost her, soft hands appeared out of the semi-darkness and grasped his wrists. Her face, smiling and winking, appeared a moment later.
“Come on.”
Guided by Anya’s confident grip, the rest of the way out of the club was easier. Victor imagined that they were like smoke, fitting through unseen nooks and crannies in the crowd with the greatest of ease. Of course, if he had been smoke, then the stiffness in his pants which made walking just that much harder wouldn’t be there, and that would be a shame.
The cold air hit Victor like a hammer. He gasped as winter asserted its grip on his body, turning his breath to steam and instantly chilling his skin. He wondered how Anya could possibly feel, wearing next to nothing, but she seemed unaffected.
“Should we take my car?” He followed her, bemused and now hanging back a little. Ostensibly it was because he was still unstable from the alcohol, but really he loved watching the way her ass moved in those incredible pants.
“No.”
Maybe he should have been looking where they were going, because then a motorcycle helmet came flying out of the night and threatened to knock him off his feet. He caught it at the last moment, and look at her in surprise. She was going to ride a bike, in this weather, wearing that?
“Well?” Her voice still had that smoky quality to it, even from behind the helmet. He didn’t know when it happened, but she was already on the bike, looking impatient despite the fact that he couldn’t see her face.
“Coming.” Victor smiled to himself, and clumsily put the helmet on. He’d never been on a motorbike before, let alone a sleek rocket like the one she looked to be riding, so he was a bit worried how he was going to do. Evidently this showed through, because as he got in range those hands guided him again.
“Here, sit here.” She slid him onto the seat behind her, and he wondered briefly if this was how he was supposed to sit. His groin was pressed into the luscious crack of her ass, so that every shift, every movement sent thrums of electricity through his body. His legs were pressed against hers too, so he could feel her strong muscles through the thin layers of cloth and leather which separated them. “Now hold on to me.”
Gingerly, he put his hands on her waist. He had to fight to keep from shuddering in pleasure at the feel of her skin beneath his hands. She was surprisingly warm given the temperature, and incredibly smooth under his fingers. His hands nearly encircled her entire waist, and he was surprised by how petite she was; having felt her strength.
Then she laughed. It was a throaty, almost sensual laugh, but it still made Victor move as if to pull away from her. Was she laughing at him?
“You know what would be fun?”
“Umm…”
“Put your hands… here.” She reached down and slid his hands up her body. Victor was helpless to do anything but let her caress herself with his hands, so incredible was the feeling of her body against his.
Then he felt leather on his hands, but not under them. The material fit snugly over his fingers and knuckles until he realized that he was cupping her bare breasts underneath her halter. His eyes widened at the feel of them, soft and malleable and delightful to fondle and caress. Her nipples were under his index fingers, and when he pressed on them he felt them harden in response.
There was also a strangely cold feeling on his right hand, but after a moment he recognized this as a nipple piercing.
“Mmmm… that’s good. Ready?”
“Ready?” Victor wasn’t sure what he was ready for.
“Good!”
It seemed instantaneous, the jump from sitting on a quiescent bike with her breasts cupped in his hands to blazing through mostly empty streets. He felt his grip tighten at the initial burst of speed, but rather than crying out in pain she moaned from the sensation. That made him stir, his pants bulging against her ass and bringing new levels of excitement to this already surreal ride.
Victor didn’t know how long it lasted, he wasn’t really paying attention. Streetlights blurred together, buildings all but disappeared and it felt like they were flying. They ran a number of reds, missing collisions with other vehicles by mere inches, but he didn’t care. Here she was, so strong yet so supple under his hands, and that was all that he was aware of.
He knew corners by the feel of her body shifting, her legs flexing to change speeds and her torso leaning to keep them from toppling over. He knew straightaways by the exhilaration of speed, and throughout it all there were her breasts beneath his hands.
“We’re here.”
It seemed too sudden. One moment they were blazing through the city, the next they were stopped. Victor swayed from the change, and felt almost physically weaker as their intimate contact ended and she stood in front of him. Once again he found himself drinking her in with his eyes, trying to keep all of the incredible details of her in his spinning mind at once.
“Oh…”
“Come one.” She took his hand and they were running.
He didn’t know how stayed upright, running through doors almost too fast for them to be unlocked, and up stairs with a giddy abandon. Victor felt himself pulled along magnetically, his hand attached to hers, his eyes attached to her body.
Then they were in her apartment. At least, he hoped it was hers, but at this point he didn’t really care. After the club, after the ride, even after the exhilaration of running, he didn’t think he would care if someone walked in on them making love. He wanted her. He wanted her now.
“Nice…” He smiled as he followed her into what turned out to be a spacious studio apartment. The ceiling reached high up, into darkness where it seemed no light could penetrate, and the room seemed to go on in all directions as far as the eye could see. He knew, of course, that it was only his eyes fooling him, and the vodka fooling his eyes.
“Thanks.”
Then he was on the bed, with her hot lips blazing fire against his and her body a live wire in his hands. He didn’t know how he got there, only that he never wanted to leave. She was straddling him, her hips holding him tightly while she pressed herself against him in frightening passion. Her hands worked frantically at his shirt, untucking it from his pants and for a moment not quite getting it over his head.
With a rip the shirt was gone, and with another so were his pants. He gasped at the suddenness of it, realizing that they were both naked and he couldn’t even remember her getting undressed.
“Mmmm… look at that.” She glanced down at his cock, hard and throbbing from all the teasing she’d been giving him, and licked those delectable lips again.
Victor, on the other hand, was speechless with the beauty of her. Unlike when she was clothed, there was a feral quality to her now, a wildness that he should have expected after the motor bike. But it only served to heighten her, to bring flavor to the incredible feast that was her body. From the perfectly shaped nipples, one with a little skull piercing, to her wet and ready pussy, Victor couldn’t believe how lucky he’d gotten to meet her tonight.
“Wait, what about prot…” He didn’t manage to even finish the word when she plunged onto him, eliciting a primal cry of pleasure from both of them.
She was tight, gripping him like a glove and surrounding him with mind bending sensation. Despite that, there was enough wetness for her to slide down onto him easily, taking his whole member into her without even a second thought.
While it was a bit rushed for his first real sexual experience, Victor had no complaints whatsoever. He fell backwards onto the pillowy softness of the bed, unable to do anything but watch as she rode him.
His eyes, and hands, followed the movement and curves of her body with hungry intent. From the whipping of her hips to the rhythmic bounce of her oh-so-delightful breasts, he was caught.
His greatest fear had once been that he would come too fast in a moment like this, ruining it before it could go to its natural conclusion, but he didn’t seem to be in danger of doing that. She seemed to know exactly what to do to prolong his pleasure, milking him with perfect thrusts and twirls so that he was riding just at the edge of climax without crossing over it.
He was lost, and in love. Her eyes, her hair, her wings, everything about her was perfect.
Wings?
The haze that gripped his mind parted briefly, allowing him to see something that should have caused him to flee in terror, only he couldn’t. His hips were trapped under hers, his chest held down gently but firmly by her hands.
“Wings?”
“Mmmm?” She seemed not to notice, lost in the thrill of the moment, lost in the incredible ride she was taking him on.
“You… you have wings?” Fear, something Victor hadn’t yet associated with this night, started to settle in the pit of his stomach. These weren’t some display conveniently located behind her, or some trick of the light. They looked like they really belonged to her, moving and twitching in the half light in perfect time to her body. They were leathery, huge, and completely out of place.
“Oh… yes.” She smiled, but where once there were perfect white teeth there were now perfect white fangs. Sharp and dangerous. Victor shuddered to think that he’d had his tongue in that mouth.
This was not going right. He needed to get out… but he couldn’t. She held him fast. And what was worse, he was still rock hard within her, his cock dancing in perfect tune to her moist pussy.
“What… what are you?”
Now horns… how hadn’t he seen those before? Starting at her forehead and spiraling tightly along the side of her head, they glowed a strange ivory against her dark hair. And, after all of it, the tail that also peaked up above her shoulders hardly surprised him.
“Don’t speak…” She lifted one hand from his chest, but he still couldn’t budge. Her arm felt like it was made of iron, pinning him well and truly against the bed. The free hand came up and laid one delicate, taloned finger against his lips.
“Mmmf?!” He wanted to shout… surely someone would hear him. But no sound came out.
Then, frighteningly, he felt himself reaching climax. He began to twitch and throb inside her, and he felt like he was going to burst. The feeling was so much more intense than what he experienced on his own that, for a moment, he forgot about the wings, the horns, the fangs, the tail and the talons.
“Now… before you go.” Her voice, once smoky and alluring, was now cold and dark. Her eyes were still filled with light and life, but there was something cruel in them now. “I need something from you…”
“Mmmf?”
“Yes, in fact. Your heart.”
Pleasure, intense and brutal and climactic, caused Victor to spasm beneath Anya’s writhing body. He spent himself inside her, pumping what felt like all of the fluids inside him into the tight darkness of her body.
Pain, intense and brutal and final, caused Victor to spasm beneath Anya’s writhing body. The hand on his chest angled its talons down and he felt more pain than he ever had as they sliced through his flesh like butter. Bone and muscle, it was all the same to her, and he found himself screaming against her finger, despite the fact that no sound came out.
“Mmm… thank-you.”
With fear in his gut, pleasure in his crotch and pain in his chest, Victor’s last sight was of the grin on Anya’s face as she lifted his still-beating heart out of his rib cage.
*
“We’re here.”
Vasily smiled as Anya climbed off her bike and looked at him, promised pleasure dancing in her eyes. Behind her, barely seen against her entrancing beauty, was a rundown three-story apartment building. The only lights were in an apartment on the top floor, and the place looked abandoned. However, Vasily only had eyes for the beautiful woman before him.
“Come on. Shall we run?”
“Oh, I think so.” Vasily laughed in pleasure as they held hands and ran. She pushed easily through the doors and bounded up the stairs two at a time, almost dragging him upwards with her girlish exuberance.
The last door was locked, and it lead into the apartment with the light. It was a studio apartment, huge and cave-like, with a path illuminated by candles leading to a huge canopy bed.

Frankenstein, the lost journals.
Hampton-on-the-bay, Dec. 18, 18—
It is with much foreboding and dread that I set these words to paper. For many years since my encounter with the mad man, Victor Frankenstein and his abominable creation in the frozen North, this story has weighted heavily on my soul and tugged on my sanity. But this is the story as it was originally told me by Doctor Frankenstein, shortly before his passing, Rest For His Soul. I had thought the tale too sorted to sent down in my original manuscripts, so certain events related to me by the dying man were revised for the sake of all that is decent. However the story he told to me has left pictures of the unfortunate events seared into my mind, to the point of insanity.
Those few who have read my previous epistles may well remember how my ship and I, marooned in Northern ice, were chanced upon by an Englishman, a doctor, Victor Frankenstein and his murderous creation, the creature he had animated from dead flesh.
Both ultimately ended their miserable existence in the icy sea, but not before Frankenstein had imparted his tale of dread to me. He related how in an act of vile murder the creature had strangled the betrothed of the doctor, and how he had pursued the monstrosity across the world and finally into that frozen wasteland, where we discovered them and I was told his grim tale. This the is the actual tale related by the dying man, which I have carried these many years, may God have mercy on my soul.
Robert Walton
Well did I remember the creatures threat, “I will see you on your wedding night.” and I did not expect to live the remainder of the eve. Elizabeth and I took lodging in an hotel not far from the piers and prepared for our first night of wedded bliss. My darling cousin! How she made my loins turn to fire! In spite of my dread, I felt myself responding to her playful flirting as we settled in for the night. I was insistent that the doors and windows be bolted and locked, which she made much fun of.
After checking my precautions not once, but twice, I felt at ease enough to join my beloved cousin on our bed. Elizabeth was undressed and covered by a single sheet as I removed my breeches and blouse. My heard was pounding in my chest as I gazed upon her beauty. Her hair was like spun gold and her eyes the color of the clearest sky. The milky white flesh of her neck and shoulders flowed down to abundant breasts, also of the lightest complexion. Her rapid and deep breathing caused those breasts to rise and fall under the sheets, beckoning to me, summoning me to my paradise. All thought of the vile beast that pursued me was gone from my head. I had thoughts only for her, my beloved Elizabeth.
I had removed my clothing and was rewarded by a gasp from my prone lover as my erect manhood sprang into view. I bent over her and kissed her, brushing the sheets from her chest with my hand. I slide atop her and started to enter her body.
Suddenly I felt a presence in the room and heard a gasp from Elizabeth. As I started to look up, A hard blow struck my head and I was rendered unconscious.
I regained my senses a short time later. How long I have no way of telling, save that it was long enough for me to be tied setting up in a chair, my hands bound behind me and my ankles pulled back and lashed to the back legs, my genitals exposed. As my vision cleared I saw the horrible, misshapen form of my misbegotten creation, setting on the bed. Elizabeth was there with him, tied to the four corner posts by stout cords. The fiend was holding her head up and giving her drink from a wine bottle. He noticed my alert state and, setting the bottle down on a small table, walked over to where I was tied.
“I promised you, my creator, that I would see you this night. Tonight I will take more from you than your pathetic life! You refused to make me a mate so I will take yours and use her as my own. Even now, the strong aphrodisiac that I prepared for her is having its effect. Soon she will be mine and you shall have the miserable fate of watching her be taken.” The huge head, with its white teeth and black lips withdrew from my sight, and I hear the monster walk across the room to the bed where Elizabeth lay in a state of near senselessness. I saw him towering over her, gazing at her naked form as he released her bonds. Freed, she made no effort to flee, only gazed up at him with a vacant stare. Oh my beloved! If only I could save you from you fate!
The creature then removed his cloak and blouse, revealing his massive deformed torso, covered by that green-gray skin and rippling with vein and muscle. I felt horror run through me as the hideous beast then removed his trousers, his penis already hardening.
The size of a man’s forearm, and throbbing with a life of it’s own, it stood nearly straight out from his rippling abdomen, pulsating with lust for my new bride. I could scarce stand to look upon the scene, yet was powerless to look away.
On to my wedding bed, he crawled, parting my Elizabeth’s thighs with his huge hands, caressing them as he moved his over sized body onto her petite form. I found myself near to vomiting with fear as he guided his penis towards her tiny pink womanhood. My setting position had been well chosen as no detail of the horrific events before me was to hidden from my view. I saw how his lust flowed from the tip of his penis and hung in strings to my beloved’s tender pubes. The creatures cockhead, nearly the size of a large apple, touched the lips of her vagina, drawing a moan from Elizabeth, the first sound I had heard from her. Hunching his hips, the fiend drove forward, attempting to drive his huge length into her. As he pushed, I heard a noise begin to issue forth from my cousin’s throat. It started low and soft and quickly built to a sobbing cry as the creature battered at her opening. Unable to enter her, he withdrew and settling onto his haunches, inserting instead a finger, longer and thicker than my penis. Instantly, Elizabeth’s legs parted, giving the probing digit access to inner most parts. I watched, horrified as the vile creature plunged his finger in and out of her increasingly wet hole.
I could scarce believe my ears when I hear Elizabeth’s gasping cry of ecstasy. My heart pounded in my chest and in a state of madness a wave of arousal settled over me. I felt my manhood begin to stir as I watched my creation position himself to enter my wife.
I watched with mounting lust as this time her lips spread and allowed his throbbing cockhead entry. My own penis lurched to full erection as I saw his huge tip disappear into Elizabeth’s crotch. A loud moan escaped her lips, of pain, or pleasure, or a mixture of the two. Her breath was harsh and loud, as if she were competing in some great athletic endeavor, and shuddered as the fiend drove deeper into her. From where I sat, I could see their loins locked together, his weapon piercing her core, opening her wider than I would have thought possible. Several inches of his penis were embedded in her belly, and many more were remained unsheathed. My own cock was throbbing in the air with its unholy desire. I was unable to look away as he began to saw back and forth into her, Withdrawing until the over-sized head was nearly visible and then thrusting in as far as she could take him. Her moans were loud and timed to each movement of his length, in or out. I watched with mounting desire as my hideous misshapen creation and the woman I loved coupled with ever-increasing passion on my wedding bed. I heard my brides moans become screams as the truly monstrous cock within her brought her to orgasm. I felt a stream of precum bubble out of the tip of my cock and run down the pulsating shaft. My arousal was complete and my lust demanded release. Bending forward as far as possible, I trapped my hardness between thighs and belly, groaning myself at the pleasure.
On the bed, the hideous coupling of monster and woman was reaching a crescendo. I heard a grunt issue from the creatures black lips, a short, low sound that caused my heart to race. His climax was approaching! I redoubled my efforts at my makeshift masturbation as I heard another moan from his mouth, longer and more forceful than the first. Elizabeth also gave voice to her pleasure as the squeaking of the bed increased in speed. My heart raced as I watched the creature’s buttocks hunch into Elizabeth’s body, powering his penis into areas of her I could never reach. I listened in rapture to her sobbing climaxes, rapid now, and more powerful than any I had ever given her.
Harder and faster, he plunged his huge penis into her open, oozing vagina, nearly half of his horse-like length filling her. I rubbed my swollen cock by hunching by hips back and forth as I bent forward on my trapped member, the intense arousal fueling my need to ejaculate. I could make little movement in the position I was tied in, but only a small amount of friction was necessary. I was being driven to climax by the scene before me.
The creatures gasping grunts now took on a new urgency, as did the breathless panting of my wife beneath him. Cries of “Oh!” and “Awwhh!” escaped Elizabeth’s parted lips as she doubtless felt the immense cock swell within her. I saw a look of disbelieve and intense pleasure-pain wash over her as suddenly the creature shook as spasm wracked his body. I saw Elizabeth lift her tiny ass to meet his thrust as his orgasm over took him. A long beast-like growl issued from the fiend as he emptied his seed into the deepest reaches of Elizabeth’s womb. I saw nearly three quarters of his penis go into her as they pushed together, Elizabeth sharing his climax with one so intense that the creatures sperm and her own juices were expelled in a gushing stream that wet the mattress and filled the room with the smell of her aroused sex.
Having spent himself in her, the creature attempted to withdraw his penis. I watched as he slid back from Elizabeth’s body, but was unable to pull his huge length free of her. Nearly dragging her body down the bed, he grunted and pulled, until finally, with an audible popping sound, his organ, the head now swollen to the size of a man’s fist, pulled loose from it’s fleshy prison. A flood of semen flowed from my beloved’s wrecked cavity. So enlarged was she that, from my vantage point, I could see up into her and could see the opening to her womb. Great quanitities of sperm flowed out to form a puddle on the mattress of my wedding bed.
Settling back, the foul fiend looked with amusement at my beloved Elizabeth. She moaned and reached for the fleshy length that had just violated her. I was shocked to see her take it in hand, rubbing and stroking it’s massive stalk and mushrooming head. Her hands were too small to circumvent it’s girth. Releasing his cock and placing her hands on the creature’s chest, Elizabeth pushed him back to a prone position on the bed. I was again amazed as I witnessed her rolling on top of his huge, shaggy form and guiding the monster’s penis to her mouth. It was far too large to place in her mouth, so Elizabeth kissed and licked her way up and down the length of it, paying special attention to the swelling glans. Mesmerized, the creature lay motionless for a short time and then responded to her oral administrations by thrusting towards her mouth with his hips. When the organ was restored to it’s full nearly inhuman size, Elizabeth mounted the fiend and sank down on his weapon, impaling herself on it with a loud grunt. I watched as the opening of her vagina stretched over the massive head and then slid on down the veiny stalk. When Elizabeth had lowered herself as far down it as she could, a shudder ran through her petite body as another orgasm overtook her. She paused briefly until it passed and then began to thrust back and forth on the huge cock. With each movement, she moaned and sobbed. My own organ, minuscule by comparison, was by this time leaking profuse amounts of precum onto my lap and thighs, but my climax was unobtainable. I was not able in my bound state to apply enough stimulation to gain release.
Faster and harder they coupled as both once again reached fulfillment. Elizabeth sounded barely human as she shrieked from one orgasm to the next, with barely a breath between them. She thrust down hard on the massive length of cock that stretched her to the point of tearing, the mangy fiend beneath her thrust upwards equally hard as his black lips drew back in a savage snarl. I could hear his ragged breathing become gasps as his organ suddenly spasmed in Elizabeth’s belly, filling her with his sperm once again. I watched as the vile fluid leaked from her, oozing past the thick penis that was plugging her opening with its girth. At the sight of his lust spewing forth, my own penis quivered and shot its fluid forth, nearly causing me to pass out from the force of my orgasm. The white stream shot across the room and landed on Elizabeth’s back as she threw her head back in a convulsion of ecstasy.
Slumping forward, Elizabeth stayed impaled upon his length. I saw how she quivered around it, her intimate flesh pulsating with orgasm after orgasm. Her rippling vagina forced the softening penis from her depths as she continued to experience after-cums. I witnessed the large head being expelled from her, exiting with a pop and a fresh wash of sperm. It appeared as if nearly a quart of the monsters seed was released, so great was the deluge from her. It hung in strings from the stretched lips of her vagina, which were obsenely opened. My beloved Elizabeth! Would my own organ ever serve her again? Surely, the fiend had ruined her for me, so distended was her sex! Yet, at the same time, I desired to enter her, as the creature had done, and release my again growing lust into her.
Laying her head on the creatures massive chest, Elizabeth slid her hands down to her crotch, down to the site of their unholy union, to her reamed sex and its fluid dripping lips, which now were open like a double stable door. She rubbed the opening where the creatures large penis had penetrated her and where his fluids still remained. I saw her fingers slide into her cavity and then back out as if in disbelief at the events that had occured. She rubbed herself again across her mound and then inserted her hand inside her self. As deep as her wrist it went, and with ease she took it. Upon removal, it was coated with the beast’s sperm, which she proceeded to rub into her breats and then, moving her hand to her face, lick. Long strings of the thick fluid hung from her lips as she ate the vile seed of the fiend. He looked at me, his leering grin cutting through my soul like a knife. My wife was his, and his alone.
“As I forewarned, so it is, my creator.” The huge shaggy head was now just inches from my face, it’s leering grin a mockery of my humiliation. “Live and know I have had mt revenge.” With that, the creature, my creation, pulled on his garments and left the room. I listened as his footsteps faded to nothing before I attempted to free myself of my bonds. The ropes were old and supple and yielded very slightly, but my desire to be free of my restraints was great and with much effort, loosed myself. My wrists were scrapped and raw, but I paid little heed. My sole desire was my bride, now swooning and motionless on our honeymoon bedding. I cradled Elizabeth in my arms. She was limp, but moaning softly. I could smell the sex on her, the sharp smell of fresh semen, and her own passionate scent. My lust was still great, and my penis still erect. I laid my senseless cousin on our bed and spreading her legs, crawled between them and entered her. Her sex was dilated and offered no resistance to my entry. I plunged full in, and felt the great space within her that I could not fill. My only sensation was the incredible heat radiating from her orifice and the slippery ooze of the fiends fluids, which dripped from her sex. I exploded into her as soon as I was completely in. Her eyes snapped open as my penis expelled it’s lust within her, drenching her cavernous cunny with my load, miniscule though by comparison with the ones delivered prior. Her eyes locked on mine and with horror I heard her rasp these words, “Your seed is useless to me for I am already with child. The child of your creation grows within me. I am no longer yours, dear husband.”
With that, Elizabeth pushed me away and rolled to her side and resumed her seemingly senseless state. I was overcome with dread at what had transpired, and knew that she had spoken the truth. My creature had taken the ultimate revenge, cuckholding me on my wedding night and impregnating my wife. At this thought, an even deeper fear overtook me. His child! The godless fiend had sired a child. It must not be born! For the sake of future generations, I must end the demonous gestation. Nearly senseless with rage, I threw my self upon Elizabeth, hands circling her white throat, fingers crushing her flesh inward as the life was strangled out of her. In minutes, the deed was done, but still I held on, choking the lifeless body as if I could some how kill her even more. Finally, I regained my senses enough to realize what I had done. Murder! I had to hide her corpse. The old inn had many exits and it was no problem to wrap her limp body in a rug and carry it out a back doorway. I quickly found the waterfront and a rowboat unattended. An hours row and I found some heavy stones with which I weighted the body of my spouse and then rowed to a deep area, where I pushed her remains overboard. I left that night for Genova, swearing revenge on my misbegotten creature, vowing to hunt him to the ends of this earth and on to the next.
This is the tale told to me by Dr. Frankenstein, shortly before his passing and I fear that it is truthful in everyway. The doctor killed his wife not the creature as I had previously written and I believe that that act had driven the man completely insane, insanity cured only by death. And of the creature? Of him there has been no report. Does he live on to this day or did he perish in the frozen waste? God alone knows

Capt. Robert Walton, retired.
Hampton-upon-the-Bay, 18–

(This is the long awaited sequel to Shocked Into My Place, also on this sight, submitted by me awhile ago under Anonymous).
After Kelly had succeeded in turning me into a cum slut for large black men (in fact, she told me that she caught me dreaming of Alan fucking me with my fingers thrusting into my ass!), my life changed dramatically. My name is Pat, and I am now in my early 30’s, and one of 10 VPs at the company I work for.
I was no longer the powerful, intimidating leader at me office, instead submitting to the ideas of others and withdrawing more and more into my office to fantasize about the more powerful men in the office fucking me silly. Although I know it is impossible, I thought I could see in every smile and whisper that they knew I wanted to be fucked like a little slut, and they loved it as I had made a lot of enemies with my ruthless style while climbing the corporate ladder.
Kelly moved in with Alan but was frequently at my apartment with Alan and his friends as they took turns fucking my mouth and ass while watching my huge TV. We also frequently took days off to shop together so we could both look slutty and hot for our men. I could get so hard being humiliated by Kelly and the sales girls at the naughty lingerie shops when Kelly would describe that we were shopping for feminine items for me since I loved to suck and fuck big black cocks….I even sucked a couple of men off in the store once when they overheard and wanted proof.
Alan and his friends expanded my sexual horizons so much. They loved to take me out with them to exclusive clubs and then, in the VIP sections where anything goes, they’d have me suck off guys while Alan and his friends fucked their girlfriends. Mostly these were white couples where the man was established and rich (typically 30-50 years old) with a trophy wife or girlfriend. These men loved to humiliate me, their little whiteboy bitch, and they would often sit around with Alan and his friends commenting what a pussyboy I was for letting them cum in my mouth and on my face and in my hair. Occassionally Alan would let the men take me home to use anyway they wanted while Alan and his friends took their hot wives home for the fucking of their lives. I was always disappointed when this happened…not because I was being used, but because it meant I wouldn’t get a big, black cock in my ass!
Kelly stopped by the office from time to time and I would catch her talking with groups of my coworkers or my secretary, Lisa. Lisa was 19, straight out of high school, and beautiful. She had long red hair and fair skin and always dressed sexy to get the attention of the men in the office. She had worked for me for about a year and had to have noticed how the sexual tension that used to exist between us no longer was there, the result of my lack of interest in female companionship. Kelly had grown a friendship with Lisa and they lunched together often. I always wondered if they talked about my pussyboy lifestyle. Kelly was getting more striking every year, it seemed, and the 2 of them would often take my coworkers to lunch for male company.
Often while they were at lunch Kelly would call me on her cell phone and ask if her pussyboy was playing with herself. I would rub my little cock through my pants and tell her I was playing with my clitty. Once when this happened I heard other people laughing at my answer and suspected that Kelly had turned the cell on “speakerphone” …thank goodness they couldn’t recognize my little bitch voice as I described to Kelly how I was licking my lips thinking of the cock I would get that night at the club. When they got back from lunch Kelly didn’t drop in but Lisa brought some papers by my desk for me to sign and, instead of asking me to sign them like she usually did, she just looked into my eyes with a glare of power and said,” Sign these, bitch.” When I bowed my head and signed, Lisa ran her hand through my hair and told me, “It’s okay, sweetie. We’re going to have fun in the office from here on out.”
Lisa then told me that she wanted a 20% raise and more time off, or she would tell my coworkers of my other life. I granted her these concessions and found that we developed a relationship like that of girlfriends, often sitting in my closed office recanting our previous nights’ sexual conquests or gossiping about which men in the office were really hot. Lisa then had her boyfriend, Tom, interview for an open position under me and, during the interview, walked in and shut the door behind her. When I asked her if she needed anything, she said to me “Shut up, Bitch! I’m here to have Tom fuck me in front of you. We’re all going to get naked and Tom is going to see what a little pussyboy bitch you are.”
As we stripped, I noticed 2 things. First, Lisa was even more stunning than I imagined, with great firm little tits and a tight ass. The other thing I noticed is that I was completely ignoring her to look at Tom’s 10-inch cock. Tom was nice and tall, about 6′2,” sculpted body and model looks. As Lisa and Tom started making out in front of me, rubbing their bodies against one another, Lisa saw me looking at Tom and smiled wickedly. “You’ll get to taste parts of Tom soon enough, Slut” she said. She pulled out a bow for my hair, a crotchless thong and lipstick and told me to put them on. As I finished, she pulled out a camera and started taking photos of me, laughing as she did so.
After snapping about 10 pictures of me, she told me to get on my knees and crawl over to where Tom stood. As I obliged, she laughed and called me a pathetic cumslut. She told me that Tom was the alpha male in the room, and that I needed to do whatever he told me to do. Tom told me to suck his cock. I was shocked at this but then understood that Tom was confident enough in his sexuality that he just considered me another slut.
I hungrily licked my lips and grabbed his cock in my right hand, rubbing it to get it hard as I licked some precum from the slit. Lisa was now playing with herself with one hand while snapping pictures with the digital camera. I swallowed Tom’s huge cock down my throat until I felt his pubic hair against my lips. He was thrusting hard into my mouth and throat while holding my head with both hands….leaving him in control just as I like it. He slammed that great cock into my throat over and over while I played with his balls. I could sense him having trouble holding back and so did he, as he pulled his cock from my mouth and turned around and bent over. I didn’t need to be told what to do, because I love eating ass. I licked from his balls back to his glorious asshole, taking time to smell his manly scent. I then licked around the hole to tease him for a while before driving my tongue into his ass.
Lisa was so turned on by this that she came hard on her hand…loud enough that I think we all wondered if any coworkers heard her. She then concentrated on getting close-ups of my ass-eating exploits. Then she dropped the camera and started sucking Tom off while I ate his ass. I didn’t like sharing this awesome man but he was her boyfriend, after all, and she could destroy my reputation if I pissed her off. Tom told Lisa he was about to come and she pulled his cock out and spun him to me…a great surprise as I sucked him deep and felt him tense up. He came in buckets in my mouth and even pulled out and blasted my face and hair with a couple spurts (good thing I have a private bathroom with shower!).
Lisa took shot after shot of my used mouth with cum all over and laughed at what a pathetic cumslut I was. I beamed a great smile thinking that I had probably given Tom the best head and ass licking of his life! Tom started to dress but Lisa told him he wasn’t done. She led both of us to my bathroom and told me to lie in the tub. She then got the camera ready and told Tom to piss on me. She warned me not to spit any out but to drink all I could catch. I had never had a golden shower and was a little worried about how it would taste. My worry was erased quickly as Tom’s stream of piss hit my chest and then went right up to my mouth. I loved the warm feeling, even if it was meant to humiliate me, and drank his salty piss down my throat, only quickly closing my lips to swallow every few seconds.
I was covered in piss as Tom stopped his flow and Lisa then handed the camera to Tom and said, “My turn.” She bent over me and unleashed another strong stream of piss directly into my mouth. She must have been drinking a lot of water, because the piss wasn’t nearly as strong as Tom’s, and there was a lot of it. Lisa then told me, “I know you must have to piss. Just piss on yourself while I shoot some pictures, Pissboy.” I did as I was told and unleashed a torrent of piss on myself, adding it to the piss from Lisa and Tom already collecting in the tub.
Lisa then surprised me by handing me a big, black dildo and some lube and telling me to fuck it while she and Tom watched. “I want to see your little bitch-ass take the big cock now since I won’t get to see a live dick in you until tonight.” I asked her what she meant by tonight and she explained that Kelly invited her to come out with us and Alan and his friends to the VIP section of the local hot club. Lisa then added, “Kelly also told me that I was to bring a man from the office to see you in action.” I was stunned and should have immediately thought of my reputation but, being a little cockslut, I could only think about getting the dildo into my ass.
I lubed it and then fastened the suction cup to the bottom of the tub and lowered my ass onto the 7-8 inch cock. I am used to much bigger and thicker and really attacked the smaller cock. Lisa asked Tom what he thought of the show and he said he was shocked a man could be such a pussyboy slut. Lisa then reminded him, “He is not a man, silly. He is a pathetic little faggot cumslut, and some lucky man from this office is going to fuck his ass off tonight.” That last line threw me over the top and my little cock spurted a small stream of cum as my ass clenched the dildo. Lisa laughed hard