By Brett Lynn

“Man, am I glad to get off that bus! It’s apparent that bus driver
confused the concepts of cold and fucking antarctic! Plus, now I’m
nipped out too.”
Marilyn stepped off the bus into the quiet, cool Queens afternoon. She
was on her way to see a movie. Any movie. Just anything to escape
civilization for a couple of hours. She had a tendency to do that
whenever she had a bad week. This one sure qualified as one. First,
she had a whole pile of tests thrown onto her at once. Plus, she had to
write a 6 page paper for her least favorite subject, English, on some
Shakespeare play. And, of course, it seemed that as fall descended, the
sex drives of the fine men of the Bronx seemed to rise. It seemed as if
someone had slipped something into the water or something. So, with Kat
busy with a school project, she decided to head into her native borough
to relax for a bit and return to the Bronx with her batteries
recharged. As she was thinking this, she nearly walked right into the
glass at the box office.

“What movie is starting the soonest?”

“Um, well, we have `Autumn in New York’ starting at 1:40…”

“One ticket please?”

“That’ll be $8.25 ma’am.”

Fishing a $10 bill out of her pocket, she slipped the money through the
opening in the box office. “Here you go.”

“OK, your change will be $1.75. Here’s your ticket and enjoy the show!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Marilyn thought to herself. “I just need to relax.
Forget this fake friendly crap.” Her dress belied her attitude.
Underneath her thin Tommy Hilfiger jacket, she wore a ratty little
t-shirt with enough of the bottom cut off to show off her belly. She
dug up some track pants, wore some green lace panties she just happened
to find clean this morning, and finished it off with some old basketball
shoes. As she handed off her ticket to the ticket taker, she barely
paid enough attention to him to figure out where the theater where the
movie she was supposed to see is playing.

She quickly bounded up the stairs, then half ran into the small movie
theater, as if the doors could somehow keep me safe. She decided to
take a seat in a back row, the better to stretch her legs. “Ah, the
sweet joys of American escapism. What would I do without them!” she
sighed to no one particular. “Oh shit, there’s some time before the
movie. Let me get a soda right quick…”

Marilyn returned to her seat just after the previews started rolling.
She put her large soda down on the floor, shucked off her jacket, then
plopped down in the padded seat. She reclined slightly, then picked up
her soda and placed in against her partially exposed belly. “Mmm, that
feels good,” she thought to herself. “If this wasn’t in public, I’d be
tempted to whip it out right now and stroke myself off.” Then she took
a glance around the movie theater. Save for a few girls her age, a
middle-age couple and an older couple, the theater was vacant. “What
would I do for a place to think without Hollywood churning worthless
crap? Got to a library?” she thought. Then, she chuckled out loud,
nearly spraying the soda she was sipping on.

As expected, the movie was crap. However, it gave Marilyn a chance to
clear her head. After all, when you had a week like she had, you just
need to just let your mind free associate for a bit, take it out for a
jog if you will. So, Marilyn stared blankly at the glowing screen,
sipping on her soda, idly scratching and squeezing on her braless
breasts. After not too long, her soda was finished, and her eyelids
were getting heavier and heavier. “If I didn’t have to pee, I’d be able
to get a nice long nap out of this movie,” she thought to herself. Her
legs stiff from sitting, she stretched her long, built body up, then
stepped out of the movie theater towards the bathroom.

The women’s room was fairly quiet when Marilyn stepped in there. It
seemed too large for it’s own good, especially considering the
`prodigious’ crowds that filtered through the movie theater this time of
day. However, along the long wall of sinks, she did notice someone
interesting. First off was the woman’s hair, dyed a bronze hue,
shoulder length, and despite a bit of a curl towards the bottom, in need
of a fresh perm. However, the face that she spotted in the mirror
seemed permanently fresh. A cross between the cute chubbiness of a baby
and the subtle intensity of sensuality, the woman’s caramel-hued face
was staring intently into the mirror, placing mascara on her eyelashes.
Now situated directly behind the woman, Marilyn looked at the rest of
her body. The stranger’s body appeared the epitome of `ghetto
fabulous’, with her thick body, huge round butt and large, slightly
sagging breasts encased in a simple black tube dress that barely covered
her big, soft thighs as she bent over the sink.

“Not bad, not at all,” Marilyn though to herself as she tried to slip in
backwards into a stall, trying to keep a glimpse of that body as long as
possible. When she slipped down her pants, she noticed that she has
developed a bit of a hard-on. “Cute. Now I’m gonna have to angle
myself as I sit down not to get my tip in the water,” she thought to
herself, carefully not to say anything out loud to give her away. She
then took care not to think any more of the beautiful woman outside of
her stall as she relieved herself, not wanting to have to entangled her
manhood from the toilet. Finished, she tucked herself back up between
her legs, pulled up her pants and panties, then opened the door to her
stall. She caught herself staring at the beautiful stranger in front of
her, watching her as she put her wine red lipstick on her soft lips.

“Like something you see?”

“What?!”

“I saw you staring at me ever since you came in here,” the stranger said
as she looked at Marilyn through the mirror. She then turned her head
around to look behind her and said, “I’m kinda flattered.”

“I’m saying though, um, well, I just thought you were…”

“Fine? Sexy? If you were a man, you fuck me this second? What
difference do the words make? I know you want me,” the stranger
responded as she turned to face Marilyn and stood up. Marilyn took this
time to check out the whole package, from her cute face and cherubic
lips, to her huge tits, to her slight belly that looked so cute on her,
to the thick thighs all the way down to her 3 inch platform heels. She
felt the stranger eye her from top to bottom and said, “you ain’t half
bad yourself. I wish I had a body like yours. Then again, I have had
bodies like yours in that special way.”

“S-so I take it you like women?”

“And men. What difference does it make?”

“M-my name is M-marilyn? What’s yours?”

“Just call me…Love, and we’ll leave it at that. Besides, I like looking
at you better than that damn movie I was watching.”

At that, Love reached up, looked into Marilyn’s eyes and lightly
squeezed at Marilyn’s breasts. She repeated the squeezing motion again,
this time lightly pulling on Marilyn’s nipples through her shirt. Her
hands kept slowly moving as they cupped and massaged her breasts, then
moved her hands down to caress her soft belly. When her hands brushed
against the ebony midriff, Love gave the stomach a playful squeeze,
looked up at Marilyn with big eyes, smiled innocently and said “mmm…this
looks yummy!” Her lips moved down to where her hands were and gave
Marilyn’s stomach a few light pecks. She then sucked on the exposed
belly button, kissing it and flicking at it with her tongue.

“O-ooh, that feels good,” Marilyn managed to gave out between shivers of
pleasure.

“You like that, huh?”

“Yes, very much.”

“I might do some more of that later. Meanwhile, I have something else
to attend to,” Love remarked with a wink and a mischevious smile.

She then reached between Marilyn’s legs to grope at her crotch. As she
ran her hand back and forth against the smooth crotch, her eyes bulged
out in surprise. “Hmm…looks like I’ll get to find out whether the `If
you were a man’ situation really is true.” She reached her hands inside
Marilyn’s waistband and pulled her pants down to midway up her thighs.
She then pulled aside the green lace panties, letting Marilyn’s dick pop
out and hang slightly outward and down.

“It looks like someone’s getting excited.”

“Yeah,” Marilyn nervously chuckled, “y-you could say that.”

“Well I got something more exciting for you….”

With that, Love pulled the dick out until it was parallel to the floor,
then bent over and gave the tip. She then slobbered Marilyn’s tip a bit
and licked all around the head to the little ridge at the base of the
tip. Her lips caressed the sensitive skin as she dragged her lips from
the tip down to the shaft, her tongue flicking out as she did this. Her
free hand was stroking the piece of dark meat in her hands, part out of
admiration, part out of lust, part out of caring as one would a pet.
She nuzzled her nose against it, then started kissing wetly against the
dick in her hands. She felt it twitch and harden as she continued her
attentions, and felt its owner shuddering, felt her hands in her hair
stroking it, heard her moaning. By the time she reached the base, she
stopped, blew all over the wet skin on the shaft, then starting kissing
and sucking the skin on the balls.

“Oh yes…please, don’t stop…”

Love gave Marilyn a series of short, soft butterfly kisses on her
balls. She gave them with the patience and caring one only gets with a
connection between human beings. She used her mouth to show how much
she liked doing this, covering the balls in front of her with kisses.
Just as she was about to bring her lips back up to the cock, she a
shudder from her partner and felt a hard tug on her hair.

“Are you OK?” Love asked.

“Uh..uh…yeah…just need to catch my breath. My knees just went jelly
there. Damn, you’re incredible!”

“Thank you,” Love replied with a smile.

“C-can I lean against the sink? So I don’t slip and fall and hurt both
of us?”

“Sure. Just let me do a few other things first.”

Love walked over to the end of the bathroom by the door. She quickly
placed the wet floor sign outside the door, then took the time to lock
the door from the outside and propped the garbage can up against the
door.

“There we go. We should have plenty of private time now,” Love said
with that infectious, almost innocent smile of hers. “Now lean up
against that sink miss,” she said with a mock harshness, “we have some
business to finish.”

Marilyn waddled over to the bank of sinks and leaned against the
counter, bracing herself with her hands. Love kneeled on the floor,
grabbed the half-hard cock with her hand, brought the tip to her mouth
and sucked on it hard, flicking her tongue all around it. As it started
to harden to completeness, she took more into her mouth, working her
tongue all around the thick shaft she was struggling to fit into your
mouth.

“Wow, you’re a *big* girl down there, if you know what I mean,” Love
remarked as she took the dick out of her mouth.

“Yeah, I know.”

“Well, I think I can handle you though. Don’t worry. You won’t hurt
me, and everything will be OK, alright?” Love posed with a smile and a
gentle giggle.

“OK. Just lemme know if I’m hurting you.”

Love then quickly took 4 inches of cock back into her mouth, slobbering
and moaning contentedly. She took the time to work her tongue around
the huge dick and change the pressure she was sucking at as she worked
her mouth up and down.

“Yeah…that feels so g-good…please don’t stop…don’t hurt me like that,”
said Marilyn, nearly brought to tears by the sensations she felt. She
leaned heavily against the counter as she laid her head back, closed her
eyes, and tried to cope with the sensations shooting from her cock. She
reached under her shirt and started to paw at her breasts as she felt
that warm, wet, tight mouth bring her to a full erection and slip
another two inches inside, caressing every inch with care. She felt
hands stroking the rest of her cock outside of the mouth, and she opened
her eyes and looked down to see Love working her mouth with lust-filled
eyes and a smiling mouth. Marilyn stroked her hair in loving
appreciation with one hand as she felt the strokes on her cock get
longer and longer and deeper and deeper. When she felt a pair of hands
grab onto the base of her cock as another two inches were sunk down
Love’s throat, her hands went limp, not thinking that someone could make
her feel this good. Too lost in her sensations to cum, she reached up
her hands and brushed them by a pair of huge tits attached to the woman
sucking her off. While one hand continue up to grab and maul at her own
breast, the other lingered down there, reached in the tube dress and
started rubbing on a breasts, feeling the hard nipple and bumpy areola.
Just then, her hand went limp as she felt one very powerful suck that
would have made her cum if she didn’t lose herself in the feeling in the
first place.

Love then grabbed on tight to the three inches of the massive member not
exposed, then slipped the rest out of her throat. She took a deep
breath, now being able to breathe clearly without a dick in her mouth,
and said coquettishly, “so, you wanna play some more, huh?”

“Yeah, I think I’d like that.”

“Why don’t we switch places? I’d like to just lay back and have my
nipples bit and my pussy eaten. Besides, if you do a good job, I have
some fun for us,” she said breathlessly with a wink and an incandescent
smile.

Marilyn practically jumped off the counter and made room for her new
friend, who immediately jumped up and sat on the counter. She then
turned and faced her to hug her tight and kiss her hard, their tongues
dueling in each other’s mouth. She grinded her chest against her
friends, then disengaged so that her hands could fully explore the large
mammaries in front of her. As she roughly mauled them through the
dress, she felt Love press her chest against her hands, her tits oozing
out between the fingers. Marilyn then grabbed the part of the dress
over her breasts and pulled it down to her waist, exposing what she was
checking out before. The boobs were very large, as expected, with a
slight sag to them, topped with milk chocolate areola, bumpy all around,
and erect half-inch nipples.

“Mmm…looks like someone stuck chocolate kisses on your chest,” Marilyn
said to her new lover.

“Well, chocolate kisses just begged to be sucked and bit, right?”

“Yeah”

“Well suck on them for me, baby,” she said with a smile. “Bite my
nipples.”

Marilyn then took Love’s left breast in her hand and tentatively kissed
at a nipple. She then kept kissing it with more and more passion until
she was sucking on it hard, trying to pull it away from her breasts and
lifting the breast up in the process. She then took the nipple between
her teeth and lightly gnawed on it while her tongue was allowed to trace
the rough terrain of her areola. She took her right hand from the left
breast and used the fingernails on that hand to pinch at the other
nipple.

“Mmm…yeah…that feels so good,” Love moaned out to no one as she grabbed
Marilyn’s head tightly, weaving her hair through her long wavy hair and
squeezing as hard as possible. “Oh, yeah, move your hands all over
me…work me baby…”

Suddenly, Marilyn had an idea pop into her head, and she pushed her head
against Love’s hand in order to get her to release it.

“Wanna play a game?”

“But aren’t we playing one now?”

“Well, you’ll like this one,” Marilyn said with a confident wink. She
dropped to her knees, grabbed one of Love’s legs at the knees and
stretched it all the way out from her body. She then slobbered her lips
against the skin under the knee, looked up at Love and said “Are…”

She moved her lips to Love’s calf, pressing her skin against the
resilient muscle and the sweet skin. “You…”

Finally, she tried to suck the skin off Love’s ankles, flicking her
tongue fast against the skin. “Ready?”

“Fuck yeah…I wanna see what else you have to tease me with!” Love
replied with a smile.

Marilyn slipped the high-heeled sandal off of her lover’s foot, allowing
her access to the small, cute feet, capped with tiny toes painted in
polish the same color as her lipstick.

“OK, here’s the game,” Marilyn said softly. “We’re gonna play a game of
`This little piggy’ with a slight twist. Got me?”

“Yeah”

Moving so that her mouth was by the big toe, she looked up at Love’s
soft face and said softly “this little piggy went to market…” After she
said that, she took the toe between her lips, swirled her tongue all
around it, then sucked it into her mouth. She felt Love shudder all the
way through her toes as she pumped her lips up and down the toe a few
times, then pulled it out. “Are you ready for the next one?”

“Oh, yes, baby,” she replied as she reached up to palm her breasts. “I
can wait until the last part,” she said with a lustful smile.

“Ooh, you’ll see,” Marilyn replied with a wink. “You’ll see. Now this
little piggy went home…” She finished that line in a similar way she
finished the first one, with a nice long suck of the next-biggest toe.
She did this two more times, each time driving Love crazy, bucking her
hips up off the counter and pulling her nipples hard. Panting, she
looked down at Marilyn as said, “Mmmm…yeah baby…now how are you going to
get the last piggy…” She then pulled up the hem of her skirt, exposing
her g-string, pawed at her pussy at then said “…home?”

Marilyn arrogantly smiled, then said “…and this little piggy went wee…”
She followed that up with a quick suck of Love’s little toe.

“…wee…”

She then sucked and licked at the skin on the side of the foot, running
her tongue down a bit to the bottom.

“…wee…”

She then took the thick ankle, grabbed onto it with her hands, sucking
and licking at the soft skin attached to the hard bone.

“…wee…”

She then moved around to between Love’s legs and licked all over the
soft calf.

“…all the way home!”

She then attached the legs with avengence, sucking and licking and
kissing her way up the leg. She lapped away at her skin like a dog laps
away at water. When her lips reached midway up the inner thigh, she
felt Love shiver hard.

“Oh God, baby, make me cum, oh please make me cum!!!” Love moaned out in
desperation.

So turned on by this display of lust was Marilyn that she raised her
shirt over her braless tits, pinched at her nipples, then rubbed them
lewdly against each thigh.

“Well, maybe, if you ask nicely,” Marilyn cooed in reply, then kissed
closer to Love’s pussy, close enough to smell how much wetness she’d
dripped onto the countertop.

“Please…make me cum…don’t do this to me!”

Marilyn kept playing with her tits in her hands as she nuzzled along
closer to the pussy that so begged to be kissed. Just as she was about
to touch it with her lips, she moved her lips over to the other side of
her pussy to nuzzle against the juncture of the other thigh to her hip.

Along in tears, Love screamed out “PLEASE…I CAN’T TAKE MUCH MORE!!!!”
Then she grabbed Marilyn’s head and aimed her lips straight at her
g-string covered pussy. Wanting to tease her lover just a bit more
before eating her out, she tentatively stuck out her tongue against the
soaked fabric and tongued out a `Y’ against it. No sooner that she did
that, Love grabbed her head tighter, wrapping her fingers in her hair,
trying to get off against her tongue. Still mauling and palming her
breasts in her hands, she kept moving her tongue against the
panty-covered pussy, slowing spelling out the rest of “You need me!” By
the time she reached the exclamation point, Love was bucking around like
a bronco, sobbing in tears, desperate for release.

“PLEASE…(sob!)MAKE ME CUM!!!…DON’T MAKE ME SUFFER LIKE THIS…”

Finally, Marilyn spread Love’s legs with one hand and pulled her
g-string aside with the other. She took one gentle lick on one of the
labia on the twitching, shaved pussy, then said, “mmm…this caramel sure
is sweet.” That one lick took Love past the realm of language and left
her laying against the mirror a sobbing mess. She did a matching lick
on the other labia, then went pressed her lips to her clit, taking it
inside and touching her tongue to the tip of it.

Love came so hard, she thought she was going to die. All the pulsing
sensations she felt coursing through her body were magnified. She felt
every muscle in her body tighten up as her pussy began to twitch in
orgasm. She felt her heart pumping harder and harden and faster and
faster. She felt like her brain start to swim in endorphins. Then it
happened. Her heart pumped so hard and fast, she felt like she was
going to have a heart attack. Her muscles felt as if they were going to
explode. Finally, she felt her pussy clamp down against itself harder
that she ever felt before. As the final contractions happened, she
slumped down against the mirror, lost in a world where all was piece and
she felt love. She felt like she was floating through space and that
she was going to be there forever. When she finally came to a minute
later, she felt her foot rubbing against some sort of pole. As she
opened her eyes, she saw that Marilyn was rubbing her foot against her
dick, using the soft flesh to get her hard. As she felt the dick
twitching, she tried to move her foot in a way to get him harder. Soon,
she was giving Marilyn a foot job, and as she felt him twitch, she
noticed that she was close to exploding that cock.

“L-love…remember that reward you owe me for a job well done?” queried
Marilyn as she held onto Love’s ankle to stop from collapsing on the
floor.

“Sure. Tell you what…I want you to pump my pussy a couple of times…to
get you lubed up…then I want you to stick that dick up my ass so I can
give you the cum I *know* you need.”

She jumped off the counter, then turn around and bent over the counter.
She pulled up the hem of her dress, finally showing off the massive
globes of her ass split by the thin band of the g-string. Marilyn,
tantalized by the sight in front of her, walked up to the fat ass, stuck
her dick in the crack, grabbed Love’s hips and started grinding against
her.

“Yeah, this is so nice…I gotta fuck this…”

Marilyn then stepped back just enough to pull the g-string to one side,
exposing Love’s pussy. She then bent her dick out, bent her knees some,
then slowly slipped each inch of her cock inside the wet pussy, pumping
it inside of her.

“Ooh…this is so good…you’re getting me so hot!” Love moaned out raspily.

“Thank you.” With that, Marilyn bent over Love, turned Love’s head to
the side and kissed her deeply, their lips hungrily caressing each
other, their mouths trying to swallow each others. After making out
like this, the two realized that Marilyn was balls deep inside of Love.

“OK…I think I’m ready to fuck your ass now.”

“Do it…I want your huge cock back inside of me…”

With that, Marilyn stood up straight again, pulled out of Love’s pussy,
lined up her dick with Love’s asshole and rammed half of it in.

“OOOOH!!!! YOU’RE GONNA SPLIT ME IN TWO!”

“Oh, sorry, it’s just that…er, I mean…I just got so excited…I didn’t
mean to hurt you.” Marilyn then bent over to Love’s head and kissed her
forehead in apology.

“Don’t apologize…that feels so good….now fuck my ass hard and pump some
cum up my ass!”

With one hand, Marilyn grabbed onto one of Love’s breasts, and she
reached down to her clit with the other. She locked lips with Love
again and began to pump deep inside of Love’s ass, playing with her clit
as she did it. Love moaned deeply into her mouth as their lips remained
locked.

“BAM! BAM! BAM!”

“Oh shit…I think someone’s figured out what we’re doing in here”

“Just fuck my ass hard and cum….Oh, I wish I could do this longer
though,” Love remarked.

Just as she said that, Marilyn stepped up the pace in her fucking,
fucking in long, powerful, quick strokes. She felt Love tighten her ass
to stroke her cock just right, hitting all the right spots.

“Oh G-god, yeah, I’m about to cum…”

“Yeah, nut in my ass…gimme all your cum!”

With those words, Marilyn lost control, pumping out of control. She
pumped three more times before pulling Love up tight to her, kissing her
hard and moaning into her mouth as she squirted her load inside of her
lover. After she finally stopped coming, she let Love down gently to
the counter and slowly pulled out of her ass.

“HEY! IS EVERYTHING OK IN THERE?”

“Oh shit! Let’s get dressed quick!” Marilyn whispered to Love. With
that, the two scrambled to get dressed. “One moment!” screamed out
Marilyn. Love pulled her dress back into position, put her shoe back
on, then scrambled to the door. Marilyn meanwhile pulled her shirt back
down, tucked herself back up and pulled up her pants just as the door
was opening, revealing a theater employee standing at the door.

“Hey, what was wrong?” the guy asked. “I heard a bunch of moaning in
here. Are you guys OK?”

“Um…yeah! It’s just that I think we both had some bad hot dogs. Yeah.
Um, can you give us a minute? I wanna talk to her for a bit,” Marilyn
nervously spoke out.

“OK, I’ll be outside when you’re finished.” With that, the theater
employee stepped out the bathroom.

“Man, that was incredible. If they say God is love, then you Love must
be as close to God as anyone I’ve ever seen,” Marilyn said.

“Thanks. That was kinda weird fucking some complete stranger. Do you
have any diseases?”

“Nah. Plus I doubt I can get you pregnant unless some of that cum seems
down into your pussy.”

“Well, the way it’s dripping right now, I wouldn’t doubt it.”

“So what brought you here.”

“Oh, nothing much. Hubby is out of town on a tour of duty with the
Army. I had went clubbing last night, then climbed out of bed this
afternoon to hit a movie. I was just getting ready to see it, fixing my
make-up and such, when you stepped in.”
“Alright. Hey, what’s your number? Maybe we could hook up again
sometime. That was unreal!”

“No thanks…remember, I’m married!” Love then looked for her purse,
kicked a few sinks down in the midst of passion, then pulled out of her
purse a pen and some paper. “Here…write my number down, so I can get in
touch with you whenever the needs strike me,” she said with a wink.

“Thanks,” Marilyn said. Then she jotted down her name and number.

“Well, let’s get out of here…see ya around!” Love said with a smile,
then strolled out of the bathroom. Marilyn followed not to far behind
her. Just as she got out the door, the theater guy showed up in there.

“I know what you two were doing in there.”

“Is there a way for me to get out of trouble?”

“Well, you could show me your t…”

Just as he said that, Marilyn quickly grabbed the bottom of her shirt,
flashed the guy, then said to him “See ya!” Marilyn then ran on back up
the stair to the theater. She had missed most of the movie she had came
to see, but who cares? She enjoyed herself that afternoon.

Let me tell you a little bit about myself I’m five feet 10 inches tall
around 220 pounds, brown hair and eyes very muscular, I’m an
ex-professional boxer.

Around 10 years ago I I was working as a bouncer erotic a nightclub in Fort
Lauderdale, when one night I heard a commotion in the parking lot. There
were several men beating up a beautiful woman, when I tried to break it up
I ended up getting very banged up myself.
Her name was misty, she thanked me for helping her and asked if I need a
ride home since I was so beat up. I told her I was just doing my job but
since my glasses were broken I’d appreciate a ride home.

When we arrived god yes my house I invited her inside. I asked her why
those guys wanted to beat her up. She told me she was a trans-sexual, I
was shocked I had never met a transsexual before. Then she started
crying and told me what a nice guy I was and how she wished she had a
man like me. Then she reached over and started hugging me. I held her
for a while, then she tried to kiss me. I told her I’m not gay. She
said I know you’re not gay but I’d like to repay you for your kindness,
and then she started to kneel in front of me and undo my pants. I
didn’t know what to do and I froze for a minute, and she ripped my pants
down to my ankles and inhaled my cock.

It’s felt great, she knew how to suck, she grabbed my balls hard and
deep throated my cock, I never felt such incredible suction before, she
squeezed my balls so hard by almost screamed. I finally said,” god yes
suck my cock” she stood up and took off the rest of my clothes, then
she threw me onto the bed and took off her clothes.
She then climbed on top of ME and told ME to suck her balls. I had
never seen an erect penis before accept my own. Hers was much larger
must have been over nine inches. She said in a very deep erotic voice
suck my cock boy and started rubbing in all over my face. I became very
turned on at this point and opened my mouth which she promptly shoved
her cock in my mouth and started to fuck my mouth.

I had never been this turned on before I didn’t know what to think. My
mouth was being fucked by a beautiful she male and I liked it.
At this point she tried to turn me over onto my stomach I asked her what
she was doing? She said “it’s okay baby turnover” and flipped me over
onto my stomach. I told her I don’t want to be fucked which she said I
think you do and started to shove her huge cock in my ass. I screamed
it’s too big don’t AHHHH don’t god dam- it it’s too big. At this point
I felt it slide in my ass, I tried to get her off ME but she was very
strong, she said “take easy baby it will feel good in a minute” she
stopped thrusting so I tried to relax and after several minutes she
started fucking ME very slowly. My cock was rubbing against the bed
sheets. I was so horny at this point I would’ve done anything. She
told ME tell me your my bitch! I said never. So she withdrew her cock
and shoved it all the way back in as hard as she could. I screamed in
pain. She said,” tell me your my bitch”. I was then in incredible pain
and had no choice but to shout out I’m your bitch please fuck me!

To which she said “you need to be fucked like a bitch on your back with
your legs spread” and then she flipped me over and spread my legs and
shoved her cock in my ass. While she thrusts viciously in my ass she
jerked my cock harder than ever before. I howled in pleasure and pain
and humiliation she smiled her my humiliation and said “what’s it to
feel like to be fucked like a woman in the ass you bitch”

She suddenly stood up and crossed the room, she sat in the living room
chair and opened the drapes to the front of a house and told ME to come
here and sit on my cock where your neighbors can see the big tough
bouncer get fucked like a bitch by a she male!

I didn’t know what to do I was so horny I hadn’t come yet, and was
extremely humiliated and scared my neighbors would see ME but she had ME
in some kind of spell, she shouted “come here god dam it and sit on my
cock, do what I fucking tell you” so I walked over to her and said
“there’s no way your fucking ME in front of this open window” to which
she smacked ME in my face hard, my ears rang. She said “ride my cock
like good bitch” and I turned around and started to sit down on her
massive hard on. I could only get a little of it in my ass but she
grabbed my nipples and pulled me viciously down onto her cock and told
ME to ride her cock that she wasn’t going to do all the work.

So here I am in front of my open window riding a nine inch she male cock
with my own cock about to explode any second. Then she twisted my
nipples as hard as she could while thrusting her cock in ME so hard you
could hear it all through the house. She said “I’m going to come in
your ass you fucking queer” and I shot a load unlike any other load of
cum, I ever shot before in my life, all over my face and chest to which
misty said “lick up your come lover” and she shot her load of my ass.

I always remember that day!

My description: My name is Micky and I am 21 years
old, 5 feet 8 inches tall. A fulsome shemale, with smooth
soft skin, reasonably sized tits, (natural, no artificial
aids or female hormones) a rounded tummy, with a large
plump bottom, and long shapely legs. Sort of fuller
figure Marylyn Monro / Botochelli female shape. My penis
is very average at about 5 inches uncut, but my balls are
quite large, shaved, and hung closely up between my legs.
Because I admit to liking my food, I have a layer of body
fat over the muscles that I have, giving me a soft
covering of blubber, but yet not looking really fat.

My ass is quite large, due to the fact that I do so much
steep hill-running/walking/step-ups / dancing, that the
muscles under the layer of fat there, have grown quite
large and powerful, yet my rear end just looks big and
plump like a fresh peach as my friend Dave says!

Although, as I said I like my food, I am ‘into’
healthy eating and moderate exercise, and I have no
health problems, loads of energy, a clear skin and many
people have commented that I look very healthy and
wholesome. Believe it or not I am a virgin! Yes, I know
that it’s rare these days but I’ve known since I was a 10
year old that I seemed to fancy boys and not girls.

I have had many close homosexual encounters but no sex ever
took place, as I was always too frightened to go the
whole way. I also noticed that

I seemed to attract older men, and still do to this day.
When I reached around 18 years of age I realised that my
sexual inclination was as a ‘passive’ bottom, but again,
although I dreamed of being ‘taken’ sexually by a man it
had never happened in reality.

I sometimes felt that my healthy and fulsome
body was aching to be used by a man, and although I had
come near on quite a few occasions, I always held back
and would not allow any sex to take place except for some
kissing, hugging and a bit of ‘touching up’, before I
called a halt to proceedings. This gave me the
reputation as a little tease I’m afraid. Whenever an
older man came near me and started giving me those looks,
you know.. Furtive glances at my face, bulge and bottom
in my tight jeans, then sometimes, depending on how many
people were around and how adventurous they were, a
gentle touch to my arm, neck or face. This would set my
heart pounding and I would instantly go into ‘tease’ mode
just to see how far he would go. Sometimes, I could
hardly catch my breath as the touch of an older man would
seem like an electric shock to my young, fulsome and
yearning body.

When going out clubbing at night, I tend to wear
sluttish tight fitting: tights / leggings / tops made of
Lycra / Spandex, which shows off my fulsome body shape,
with a short blond wig. I also cover my rather full lips
with medium red lipstick, and then some face makeup /
mascara, but don’t overdo it. Finally, putting on some
perfume.

Since a child, I have had a weak bladder that causes
a bit of a leak that from time to time, and lets out a
small spurt of pee when I am surprised or shocked or
someone grabs me hard towards them or puts pressure on my
tummy. So my tights / leggings / panties covering my
crotch and ass area, sometimes (particularly after a
night out clubbing or exercising) smell of my pee, which
I try to cover up by spraying on female ‘perfumed’ body
spray around the affected area, and over my tights.

I work part time for a small catering company
delivering hot drinks and snacks to various offices and
workshops on the industrial estate near where I live. On
this particular day, I was late with my deliveries due to
being out clubbing the previous night. I really love
dancing all night to fast, modern ‘dance music’. Anyway,
I had come straight from the club to my small van, parked
just down the road in the yard of my bosses catering
supplies company, which contains the food and beverages
for that mornings deliveries.

I was wearing my usual tight fitting lycra top and
tights, which I would normally change out of before going
to work, but just didn’t have the time, so as it was
raining quite hard, I threw on a short red plastic
raincoat with a belt fastened tightly around my waist.
It had been a hot night in the club, dancing hard, and
many men had tried to pick me up, as well as an old guy
who just wouldn’t stop touching me up as I was dancing
around. At the end of a long nights dancing, my crotch
and ass area had got a bit damp due to my piss leak
problem caused by both my fast and hard dancing and men
grabbing me, quite forcibly around my waist in an attempt
to dance closely with me. Because the club is quite dark
the damp patches around my crotch and even the area
around my ass due to the pee pooling and wicking through
the material of my tights and panties whenever I sit down
for a rest, aren’t really noticeable. But you can smell
it if I sit down and forget to tightly, cross my legs.

But as I say, I am usually aware of my pee smell
coming from between my legs, especially when I sit down
and don’t cross my legs. But, I was late so didn’t have
time to get showered and changed. So, the raincoat goes
someway to hiding / masking this smell of a mixture of
perfumed body spray and pee. Strangely, I have found
that there are quite a few men out there who seem to get
really turned on by the aroma coming from down there
after a long nights dancing, and I’ve honestly never
understood why, as I’m embarrassed about it?

Anyway, there I was, rushing around, no time to even
get changed, have a shower or even go to the toilet (I
was bursting for the loo, as both my bladder and ass felt
very full). My customers would be angry if I wasn’t
there to give them their tea, coffee and snacks for their
morning break, and anyway I could use the companies
‘men’s room’ after I’d served my customers.

My first delivery was to a very large industrial
complex that also contained the company’s main offices
where the directors worked. This company were proud to
be making pharmaceuticals and drugs from totally natural
organic products, and there must be around 200 people
working on the site. Thankfully, I only have to supply
the management with their morning beverages and snacks.
This company are very strict with security, and so I
always have to present myself to their security
guardroom, before I can get in. They know me in there,
so it’s usually just a matter of signing the visitors /
contractors book and collecting my ID badge. But this
time, just because I was in a hurry, and also because of
the way that I was dressed, the security guys decided to
give me a hard time. I complained at being kept waiting
and said that my important customers would not like it
either, and they would be in deep trouble if they delayed
me. This was totally the wrong thing to say to them, but
I was feeling tired and a bit emotional.

The big bearded head of security, has never liked me
anyway, and the others pretty much do as he says.

“You will have to have another photo taken, sit down
on this chair”, the head security guy said.

This chair is situated in the correct position for the camera.
I sit down, crossing my legs and pulling the hem of my
short raincoat down as far as possible over the top of my
thighs. The height of the chair is not correct so he
walks over, bends down towards the front of the chair
that I am sitting in, and starts fiddling with height
adjustments, just under the chair. He kneels down in
front of me to adjust the chair height.

“Sit up straight in the chair, like a man, and
uncross your legs, so I can reach the adjustment knobs”, He says.

Feeling angry at his attitude towards me, but also a bit
frightened, (he is a big scary, mean looking guy, after
all !) I do as I’m told.

As soon as I uncross my legs, I can smell my pee
odour rising from my crotch. He obviously notices it as
well, as he suddenly looks up at me, then down again
between my uncrossed legs and under the hem of my short
raincoat at my crotch area. I wriggle in my seat
nervously, bring my knees together to block his view of
my crotch feeling embarrassed, that he of all people has
noticed it.

“Sit still and stop squirming about in the chair”,
he says.

He quickly and roughly put his hands between my
thighs, pushing my legs apart, then putting his head down
just inches away from my damp, pissy crotch, while
fiddling with the chair height adjustment control. I was
shocked, but also felt excited!! I could feel my moist
little boy-clit twitching inside my panties.

Again, he lifted his head, looked between my legs,
then up to my face, with what can only be described as an
evil leer on his face. As he went to stand up, he put
his right hand on the chair seat between my legs, so that
his knuckles brushed my damp tights stretched around my
balls. It was like an electric shock !!! My thighs
quivered as I involuntarily, closed them around his fist.
I could feel my boy-clit letting out a dribble of fluid
into my panties, and my balls started to swell. He left
his fist there a tad longer than he needed to, and just
before he roughly pulled it away from between my now,
tightly pressed together thighs, he pressed it hard into
my damp, rapidly swelling, and pissy bulge. Wow !! What
was happening to me? I squirmed in my chair, quickly
crossing my legs and in doing so, felt the fluid that had
been building up inside my boy-clit being squeezed out
into my panties.

He then stood over me, putting the fist that he had
pushed into my damp bulge, up to his nose. Then noticing
that his knuckles were covered with moisture from my damp
crotch, he put it to his mouth and licked it off, while
leering at me. In less than two minutes he had not only
managed to notice my pissy smell, but had some of my
intimate pee juice on his hand, and then, even tasting it
in his mouth !!

Up until that point, I hadn’t noticed the other two
security guys, but could now see them both laughing at my
discomfort. A minute later my security badge picture was
being laminated into a plastic badge with my details on
it. I stood up to collect it at the desk and noticed
that I had left a damp patch on the chair where I had
been sitting. I hoped that they hadn’t noticed it. The
head security guy came out from behind the desk holding
one of those large wooden riot batons, repeatedly
smacking it into the palm of his left hand.

“We will be starting to check and search all
contractors as they leave the site, and some will have
the full search”, he said giving me that evil grin again.

He then, walked over to the chair that I had been sitting
in, and put the tip of his baton onto the wet patch that
I had left, while looking at his two colleagues then back
to me again. I felt my face flush with embarrassment, as
he told one of the other guys to fetch a piece of toilet
tissue and clean the ‘filthy mess, the dirty whore has
left on the chair’. As I walked past him to leave, he
used his baton to lift up the rear of my plastic raincoat
to reveal my plump, lycra tights covered ass. Then
pushing the baton hard, between my legs and up into my
balls from behind, which forced more of my sex juice to
leak into my panties. He leaned towards my face and
whispered:

“Just you wait boy. We are going to teach you a
lesson, you f*cking dirty, fat arsed, whore-boy. We’ll
teach you to leave your stinking whore juice dripping all
over our furniture and floor”.

I left the security office, feeling vulnerable, and
scared,but excited at the same time.

I turned around to see him lift the baton to his nose,
before sniffing it, and giving me that evil grin of his.

I collected my trolley from the van, and made sure
to pull down the hem of my short plastic raincoat so as
to cover the damp patches covering my very tight lycra
pants around my balls and ass, made even more noticeable
by the antics of the head security man and his wooden
baton.

I then walked towards the management offices, as
some contract builders wolf whistled at me, in my short
raincoat. If only they knew what was underneath it!!

I had never served my management customers dressed
as I was, usually wearing very tight light blue jeans and
tee-shirt, so I was definitely getting some sideways
glances.. I knew that the managing director was not due
in his office for another hour or so, and that there were
rumours that he would shut and lock the large office
doors while ‘entertaining’ one of his ‘lady friends’.
Two of the elderly senior managers, Mr Arthur Jones and
Mr Paul Townsend, had taken a shine to me, and always
took the time to ask how I was, asking me to sit down and
chat. They didn’t miss an opportunity to cuddle and pat
me, sometimes getting a bit too close for comfort, but
they were nice blokes all the same. Both were married
with grown up kids, and there was some office gossip that
they had both been seen with young men in the town.

I went into Mr Jones office with my trolley, he
looked up from his computer and over his glasses at me,
looking me up and down, before saying in a stuttering
voice;

“Hello there Micky, you look really well today”.

I said that it was nice to see him and apologised for my
dress, explaining the circumstances. I then asked what he
wanted from the trolley? He got up from his desk, and
put his arm around my waist as he looked at what was
available on the trolley. With the heat in his office, I
could smell my pissy smell, and I was sure he could as
well. Dam that security man for making things worse. Mr
Jones seemed to be getting quite excited, as he
energetically, and repeatedly, squeezed my waist with his
right arm, causing my short plastic raincoat to ride up
over my ass and balls. I could really smell myself now,
as my raincoat was no longer covering my crotch and
bottom. As Arthur Jones looked down at my damp and full
balls then behind to my plump backside, his eyes were wide,
and he started shaking, all thoughts of the trolley
contents had obviously gone out of his mind!!

“You have a wonderful fulsome bottom Micky. It is
like a soft peach and wobbles like a jelly”, he said, as
he gave my bottom a hard slap, low down and just between
my damp ass cheeks.

I laughed to ease my embarrassment, just as he raised
his hand to my cheek and started gently stroking it, moving
around to the back of my neck. I could feel that his hand
was a bit wet and could smell my pee odour on it.

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, he moved
a finger into it, while pushing me up against his large desk.

I could now taste and smell my own salty pee mixed with
the female body spray scent that I had used earlier, on his finger.

I raised my hands trying to push him away, but he was really
strong, and I ended up on his desk, with my feet just off
the floor with Arthur’s body between my legs, and the hem
of my short raincoat, up around my waist.

He slid his left hand down inside the top of my raincoat
and started rubbing it over my lycra, covered tits, while
alternately, pushing two fingers of his right hand into my
mouth, then pulling them out and stroking my cheek with his
fingers wet from my mouth, repeating the process.

I was getting really turned on, and feeling like a dirty
whore who desperately needed a man, but was really worried
about someone coming through the unlocked door.

Arthur then, undid my raincoat belt, undid the snap-
on’s, and pulled it off me. So there I was, up on his
desk with my tits pushing out of my tight lycra top, and
my fulsome ass and damp, and inflated balls, imprisoned
in my very tight lycra tights. He took some steps
backwards to enable himself to see the whole thing. I
was squirming around on his large desk, wondering what
was going to happen next?

I didn’t have long to wait. Arthur came over and
put both his hands on my tits. He, started kneading and
pinching my nipples through the tight fabric. He leaned
forward and started to kiss my neck and face. I could
feel his hot breath on my cheek. He whispered in my ear.

“You are a very sexy boy, and I’ve always wanted
you. Now, I’m going to have all of you. I can smell
your sex, and It’s obvious that you need a man to take
care of you.”

“No, please Arthur, don’t. Someone may come into
your office?” I said breathlessly.

At that Arthur replied, “I don’t care Micky, If the
boss can get away with it in his office with his dolly
birds, then so can I, with you.”

He then pushed me further back on his desk so that I had
to put my hands behind me to stop from falling backwards,
Quickly, he bent down and moved his head down, towards my
crutch while forcing my thighs apart, before thrusting his
head deep into my wet, lycra covered bulge. I gasped, as I
felt his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking at my
balls, through the tight, wet material. I could feel
my balls expanding and stretching the wet materiel of my
little panties under the tight lycra pants, and each time
he thrust his head into them, I felt more of my sex
juices squirting into my panties. My whole body was
shuddering with excitement, as I squirmed around on his
desk.

Just as I was getting myself lost in pleasure, there
was a loud knock on the door. I was instantly shocked
back to reality, and felt a strong surge of pee come from
my cock at the suddenness of it. My ass sphincter
muscle, very nearly opened, and I had to make a conscious
effort not to let the contents of my fat, shit filled ass
soil my panties. As I said before, I hadn’t had a chance
to go to the loo, before I started work, and was very
full.

In the open doorway stood Paul Townsend, Arthur’s
friend and fellow senior manager.

“For heavens sake close the door Paul.” Arthur said
excitedly.

Paul did as he was bid, also turning the key in the
door to lock it.

“Well, you two look as if you are enjoying
yourselves!” Paul said sarcastically.

I was by now, sat bolt upright, my legs tightly
closed together with my arms across my chest. I could
feel the dampness of my pee mixed with sex juices, as it
puddled around my backside and thighs, before dripping off the
desk and onto the floor in long sticky threads. I jumped
down off the desk and made a grab for my little raincoat.
Paul said

“Oh no you don’t Micky. I can see and smell that
things have gone too far, for you to do a runner on us.
What say you Arthur?”

“Definitely have..” Arthur replied.

They both seemed to have turned from two nice
elderly gentlemen to ravenous predators, and I was their
prey

“Look, I’ve got to go. I need to go to the loo, and
get cleaned up. I’ll see you both tomorrow.” I said,
grabbing my raincoat and rushing towards the door.

Arthur blocked my path, and took the key out of the door.
He then pushed me back against the desk with his right
hand pushing into my tummy. I felt the forceful pressure
of his hand being transmitted to my full bladder, as he
kept pushing me back. More pee was forced out of me, and
ran freely down the inside of my thighs, soaking my lycra
tights, before dripping onto the floor. Paul looked down
at my pee soaked tights, and said.

“Well Micky, it looks like you do need the toilet?
But never mind about that. You won’t need the toilet
when we’ve finished with you. Don’t forget that we are a
natural health products company, and people will pay good
money for what ’sexed up’, fulsome little whore boys have
in them. All those sex hormones contained in your piss,
shit, jizz and saliva. Never mind Viagra, all those
rich, elderly men will pay a fortune to us, if we can
extract and distil it from dirty little sex whores like
you.”

Paul went to the telephone, dialled a short number,
and spoke.

“Security, yes it’s Paul Townsend here, you know
that problem that we were talking about when I saw you
this morning, well, it’s turned up here in Arthur Jones
office. It maybe more than we can handle. Can you get
up here quickly? Oh, good, I thought you’d be pleased.
You may need some willing help, if you know what I mean.
Oh, and bring your special tools.”

I made a run for the door, but slipped on the wet
floor, caused by my own sticky juices. I went down on my
tummy, put my hands on the floor to get up, then felt the
weight of Paul’s size 12 tooled leather shoe in the small
of my back, pushing me roughly back down onto my tummy,
chest and face, onto the wet pee covered floor. The front
of my blond wig, and clothes were now wet from my own pee
pooled on the floor. What the hell was I going to do
now? I was really scared, but incredibly excited as well

There was a knock on the door.

“Security here sir, can you unlock the door?” a
voice said from the other side of the door.

“Wait a minute, Arthur, can you unlock the door,
I don’t want this little whore to slither out from under my
foot.” Paul said.

Arthur opened the door and let the three security
guards into the office before locking the door again.

I looked up and saw the big head security guard, who
had touched me up in the guard room, staring down at me,
with that evil grin of his.

“Well, look what we have here. I said that we’d
meet again you dirty little ‘cock-sucker’.”

I noticed that they were all carrying large black
holdalls. One of the other guards said.

“You can smell the whores sex, it’s all around the
room.”

“Yeh, just look at how fulsome he is. Big soft tush,
fulsome rounded tummy, sexy pouting mouth, nice tits by
the looks of it, and look at what’s between his legs.
Those balls look like they have plenty in them. The boy
is bursting, with what we need.”

I felt Paul’s leg lift off me and I was quickly
grabbed by the two security guards and steered towards
the desk, which the head security guard had completely
cleared, although it was still wet and slick from my
earlier piss leak. The two guards held my arms, pushing
me down on my back, and onto the desk, while Paul and
Arthur grabbed my legs and pulled them wide apart

I tried to struggle, but these four men were just
too much, and I felt helpless, and in their power. The
large security guard, unhooked his large wooden riot
baton and moved it towards my face, in a quick movement.

I flinched, thinking that he was going to hit my face
with it. He laughed, and touched my cheek, lightly with
it, before drawing it across to my mouth, then pushing it
past my lips. I had to open my mouth or I think that he
would have broken my teeth, He pushed it right in.. It
virtually filled my mouth. He pushed it in and pulled it
out a number of times, saying;

“Come on you little cock-sucker, come on. Look at
the little whore, he loves it.” Said the big guard

I could see my red lipstick mixed with my saliva
coming off onto the wooden baton as the large security
guard pushed it in then pulled it out of my mouth. I
could also feel Paul and Arthur’s hands sliding further
up my legs from my ankles, and rubbing the inside of my
thighs, and on up to my wet and inflamed balls as they
kept my legs spread apart. The two other security guards
were holding my arms with one hand while one of them was
rubbing and pinching my tits with his hand under my lycra
top, and the other guard was kneading and rubbing my bare
tummy The head security guard kept pushing his baton in
and out of my hot mouth for what must have been a good 3
minutes, before withdrawing it, getting some cotton buds
and a small glass bottle from out of one of the bags they
had brought. He then wiped my saliva off his baton, with
the cotton swabs, then, when he had completely removed
all traces of my saliva from off his baton, he placed the
swabs in the bottle, put the top on it, wrote something
on a label, and placed it up on a filing cabinet.

Oh god. What next I thought? I was very soon to
find out.

He then drew his baton down across my face, over my
lips, and moved the tip slowly over my tits. He started
pushing my tits with the baton, then he suddenly moved
his baton down and inside my low cut lycra top and then
started massaging my boobs. I was really getting hot and
turned on as he pushed his wooden baton right next to my
tits. He then suddenly withdrew it and pushed it hard
into my rounded and fulsome tummy. Immediately, I felt
my full bladder compressed, with the result that a strong
spurt of pee again went into my panties and then dripped
onto the desk between my legs. This was accompanied by
some loud farts as my full ass also felt the pressure of
the baton being forced into my tummy Paul said.

“C’mon now, don’t be wasting the goods.”

The big guard then unceremoniously pushed and
rubbed the baton over my swollen balls and cock and up
between my legs, getting a good covering of sex juices on
it as he repeated the process.

“We need to strip those tights off him.” Said Paul.
I then felt Paul and Arthur pulling at the waistband of
my tights. As they were very close fitting wet and
tight, they came off with some difficulty, ripping and
laddering in the process. But eventually, they were off,
and discarded onto the floor.

The head security guard said.

“Phew, you can really smell his sex now! Look at
those full balls pushing out of the whores sodding wet
panties. We need to stand him up for the next phase.”

The two other guards, hauled me up from the desk,
back onto my feet. The large security guard reached into
a bag and pulled out a large jar, with a fluid capacity
of about 3 litres. Arthur then reached down and
literally ripped my tight and very wet panties off from
the front, to the accompaniment of a squelching sound,
and a sticky jet of piss and pre-cum, as his hand knocked
into my bare, completely hair free and swollen balls in
the process. The material of my panties just ripped
apart as he very roughly pulled them off me. I noticed a
bit of a ’shit stain’ on the ripped threads of my pee and
pre-cum soaked panties, so my ass sphincter muscle must
have let some through when I was getting prodded in the
tummy by the large security guard. My bare, smooth and
very swollen balls were now visible and at their mercy.
My boy clit was pointed up and just touching the lower
part of my tummy and was dribbling sticky pre-cum onto
it, then down into my pubic hair. I’d never felt so
sexually ‘turned on’ yet very scared at the same time.
It was like a series of electric shocks going through my
body as these men pushed and prodded my sensitive and very
vulnerable areas.

What were these men doing to me? I was like a slut,
wanting more and willing to give my sexed up and fulsome
body, completely to them.

“Oh, just smell that”. Said the head security guard
as he brought the large jar down and then up to cover my bare
balls and dripping cock. The large security guard then said:
*****
“Spread his legs more, so that I can get the
specimen jar right up. We don’t want to waste any”.

When the jar was in place and my ‘boy clit’ had softened
somewhat, the large security guard, walked up to me, and
proceeded to push his baton, into my tummy. Each time he
pushed it in, my back would bow out backwards, so they
pushed me up against a wall, so the baton pressure was
transferred directly to my bladder

I was like some Cow getting milked, as my hot and
rich pee, spurted out into the jar, with every push of
the baton into my full, and rounded tummy, also
accompanied by a series of farts from my full backside.

But I didn’t care if they forced my shit out in the
process, as I just abandoned myself to them. They commented
on how, as the jar was filling with my rich pee, my tummy
seemed to be less and less rounded and full. When he couldn’t
extract any more by prodding my tummy, the head guard,
put a top on the jar, labelled it, then placed it on top
of the filing cabinet with the saliva sample bottle.

Now what, I thought. At least I won’t be leaking so
much pee over everything, as they’d extracted about two
thirds of it from me. Paul then said,

“Right, get that top off him, we might as well see
everything.”

One of the guards then proceeded to pull me lycra
top from off me, revealing my soft, smooth and pert tits.

I was now completely naked, and I could see the fire
of lust in their eyes. One of the security guards lifted small
leather pouf seat out of a bag and placed it on the desk.

“Get the dirty whore back on the desk, on his front
this time. Hold his legs and arms. Get his dick and
balls over the pouf so that his ass is lifted up” Said
the head security guard.

I was spread out on the desk and could feel my wet
and slippery balls and cock sliding around on the
leather pouf as they positioned me on the desk. My
fulsome backside was now lifted up towards the ceiling by the
pouf. I looked up and saw the head guard get a large
metal instrument out of a bag. It had three flat spoon
shaped metal ends with a screw device between them. The
head guard then said.

“I can’t see the whores shit hole very well. His
ass cheeks are so plump and deep. I need someone to pull
them apart so I can see his hole properly.”

At this, one of the security guards got two yellow
nylon, long ropes out of a bag.
He made an adjustable loop at the end of each rope,
before sliding each rope over my feet and ankles, pulling
the loops up my legs until they were right up and into my ass
crack. He then tightened each loop so that they were
just brushing each side of my hole, then, with the help
of his colleague, they pulled on each rope until each of
my soft, fleshy and fulsome ass cheeks were pulled wide
apart, revealing my quivering, damp and vulnerable rose bud.
They then tied the ropes tightly, to the table legs.

The head guard then walked over to me with the metal
tool. I felt the cold metal against the soft fleshy skin
of my ass. Then I involuntarily arched my ass upwards as
I felt the three, cold metal fingers being pushed into my
damp boy cunt. But only 3 inches or so. I thought, well
if that’s all he is going to do, no problem. But then, I
heard the squeaky noise of the metal butterfly screw
turning, and I could feel those cold metal fingers
pushing against the sides of my shit hole. With each
turn of the screw, I could feel my sphincter muscle being
prised apart. I tried to resist it by tightening my
sphincter, but it was hopeless. I began to feel the
pressure of all the shit in my ass, up against the forced
opening of my boy cunt. Then, all of a sudden, there was
a loud farting noise, followed by something being forced
out of my ass under pressure, followed by the smell of my
shit. Paul said,

“Look at that, the whores plump ass is so full, that his
shit is being forced out onto the desk between his legs.”

Eventually, after many more turns of the tools screw
the pressure was equalised, and my boy cunt was stretched
painfully wide open by the metal tool. I could feel
relatively cold outside air penetrating the interior of
my ass for the first time in my life, as a normally
closed or at least opened but plugged with my shit, part
of my body was prised open. I then saw Paul reach into a
bag, and pull out a pair of long rubber gloves. I saw
him walk around to where my ass was raised up on the
pouf. I was completely at their mercy. I felt Paul’s
gloved hands on my ass, then, all of a sudden, I felt him
punch his fist into my stretched open hole. Once twice,
three times, until I could feel most of his rubber gloved
fist inside me. Oh, the pain, but what a feeling. I
gasped, and found myself whimpering;

“No, no, what are you doing to me?”

Paul then roughly started to slide first three
fingers then four, finally his whole hand into my
stretched and widely opened boy cunt. I felt him open his
hand out inside me. He felt around for a piece of my
shit before closing his hand around it, and literally
scooping the steaming contents of my fulsome ass out
through my wide open hole and onto the desk, between my
spread legs. In and out, in and out went his hand, into
my prised open and shitty boy cunt, scooping ever more
shit out of me. I found myself contracting my tummy
muscles and pushing my shit along and into the area in my
ass around his hand. He was emptying me out and it was an
incredible sexual feeling, to have my body so deeply
invaded by another person. I was squirming around on the
desk, moaning. The yellow ropes around my ass cheeks and
boy cunt were getting covered in my shit as Paul ripped
it out of my wide open hole. My balls were at bursting
point and my small cock was stiff and sliding about on
the leather pouf as it leaked copious quantities of pre
cum, mixed with some left over pee. As Paul scooped my
shit out of me, Arthur was using a small plastic
pharmaceutical tablet scoop to take it off the desk
between my spread thighs and put it into another labelled
container. The whole room was filled with the smell of
my shit and pee.

Eventually, there was no more shit left inside me
that Paul could easily reach, and I felt Paul’s hand
probing ever deeper into me. He started stroking my
prostrate, I was crying and moaning. The head security
guard then said.

“Let me introduce the dirty whores hole to my baton.
I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I first saw his
fat ass. I’ll give him good reason to cry.”

I felt Paul withdraw his gloved hand from my wide
open hole to the accompaniment of a squelching sound, and
saw the big guard, walk around to my feet, while drawing
his baton slowly from my head, down my cheek, along my
back bone, and then, down into the pulled open mound of
my ass. Rubbing the batons head backwards and forwards
along my shitty crack and over my wide open boy cunt,
getting it covered in the shit that had been deposited in
the area. Teasing me, moving it backwards and forwards
along my crack and over my hole, as I lifted my bottom up
towards the ceiling before he would force it back down
with his baton. I was begging like the dirty whore I was,
for him to penetrate my hole with his baton. After a
while, he said.

“Alright, you filthy,.” fat assed little whore,
you’ve asked for it.”

I felt him forcefully jam the baton down into my
wide-open hole. Deeper and deeper, and deeper. Because
my hole was held wide open by the speculum tool, the
baton just went straight in. The big head guard said.

“Just look at this. His fat ass has taken the
whole length and width of my baton! Even my fingers are
getting covered in the filthy whores shit, as I push the
baton it’s whole length and more into him.”

As the head guard was plunging then nearly
withdrawing the baton from inside me with ever increasing
ferocity and speed, I was writhing about on the desk,
held down by the others. A mixture of my pee and pre-cum
was being forced out of me, and flowed down the sides of
the leather pouf, onto the desk before dripping of the
edge of the desk and down to the floor in long sticky
strands. I was screaming, crying and moaning. Paul
said.

“I’ll shut him up.”

Paul then proceeded to unzip his fly, and out of his
underpants came what must have been a nine inch cock,
very thick and rapidly getting harder and harder. He
walked around to my head, which was near the edge of the
desk, put his right hand onto my wet, tear stained face
with my mascara running in dark streaks down my cheeks.
He lifted my head up, then shoved his dick between my
fulsome lips. He pushed it in slowly, at first. in and
out, in and out. I was ravenously taking it all. I
could taste his cock. Then, faster and harder. While
the head security guard was doing the same with his
baton. The head guard had gone so deep into me that the
baton was finding more shit, that Paul’s fist couldn’t
reach. Each time the big guard withdrew the baton, a
sliver of my shit would come flying out, landing either
on the inside of my thighs, on the desk, on the big
guards uniform, even on the wall by the desk. My shit
was flying everywhere!!! I was writhing about on the
desk, getting covered in my own juices and shit. Being
fucked at both ends. My balls felt as if they were
going to explode at any moment.

I could hear Paul grunt followed by a moan then felt
a hot jet of jizz hit the back of my throat. I greedily
gulped the delicious fluid down, like the dirty whore that
I am.

It was at that point, that Arthur and the two other
guards decided to remove the pouf and roughly turn me
onto my side. The big guard, withdrew his shit covered
baton, and Paul took his cock out of my mouth. The two
shit covered ropes that had held my ass cheeks apart were
released, and the speculum, that had held my hole open
was roughly pulled out, with a resulting thwacking sound
as the lips of my boy cunt and then my ass cheeks came
together.

They turned me onto my back then pulled me off the
table, leaving a long shitty skid-mark as my fat ass was
pulled across it. Then I was pushed to the centre of the
office, standing up, with my hard little cock dripping
long strands of sticky fluid across the floor, and my
balls puffed up, filled with love juice, and ready to
explode. My arms were held either side of me, and my
legs were pushed apart. The head security guard walked
up to me with his baton, which still had bits of my shit
on it, and started thwacking it repeatedly across my soft
fulsome ass. I stumbled forwards with each impact,
but was roughly pushed back each time by Paul. Arthur
said.

“Look how his soft, plump ass wobbles like jelly
when it gets smacked, and look at those balls, all
inflamed and ready to explode.”

One of the other guards started fondling, squeezing
and kissing my tits, while the other started kissing my
neck and mouth. The head guard once more roughly
inserted his baton between my ass cheeks and pushing it
past, my now closed boy cunt, and deep into me, with a
slow rhythmic movement, that increased its pace every few
seconds. Arthur, had reached into one of the bags and
found another labelled jar, which he held in his right
hand rubbing the jar against my wet, very stiff little
cock, while his left fist was kneading my rounded tummy.
At the same time, Paul started slapping, squeezing and
rubbing my super inflated balls with his right hand. The
sensations that were going through me, were just
incredible! These men were treating my soft, fulsome
body like a piece of meat. I was moaning and crying with
pleasure and sheer sexual lust. The sweat was running
down my body and mixing with my piss and shit on the
floor. I was giving myself to them, totally. Paul said.

“Look at the dirty little whore. He is loving it..
All his love juice is ours. This is the stuff that will
contain the most hormones, and in a moment, we will have
extracted it from him, and it will be all ours.”

I’m crying out and begging for more, as these men
bring me to the climax of my life. They have extracted
everything from my fulsome body, excepting for my jizz,
which they will have very soon. I never thought in my
wildest dreams that I could be drained and ‘taken’ in
this way. I really do feel like a dirty whore, who has
let himself be completely and utterly dominated and
fucked by these men.

I am writhing around, covered in sweat.. My balls
are so full, that I feel the next touch or squeeze will
cause them to explode. My ass, tummy, tits and mouth are
getting such attention by these men that I’m going
into a wanton sexual frenzy. Arthur said:

“I can see his cock going into spasm. He is going
to come..”

At this Paul starts putting his hand around my
little dick and roughly, and increasingly quickly, move
it up and down. I am past the point of no return, as I
feel my orgasm building to an impossible climax.

I scream out as I feel my jizz moving up my little penis.
It explodes out of the end, catching Arthur in the face and
with his specimen jar slightly out of position. My love juice
explodes again into Arthur’s face. He quickly covers the
end of my boy clit with the jar, while Paul rubs my dick, up
and down with one hand while kneading my balls with his
other. The specimen jar is rapidly filling, then starts
to overflow. Paul now starts to squeeze my balls like
someone would while milking a cow, so as to extract every
last drop out of me. My love juice is running out of the top
of the jar and down Arthur and Paul’s hands and onto the
floor. Still, it keeps spurting out of me. Until
finally, it stops.

I collapse onto the wet, sticky and shit covered floor,
my whole body shaking and shuddering. I felt the head security
guard force the toe of his boot hard into my ass crack getting
his boot shitty in the process.

But I was oblivious to what the head security guard was doing.
I felt utterly drained and exhausted.

I heard Bill say that the room would have to be
cleaned and the mean head guard delegated the job to his
two junior guards, telling them to put my soiled panties
and tights etc, etc into a plastic bag and get a mop and
bucket and clean the desk, walls and floor of all traces
of my pee, shit and love juice. Meanwhile, Bill dressed me in
my short red plastic raincoat, tied the belt tightly
across the middle of the raincoat and said:

“What shall we do with the dirty whore now?” Paul
replied:

“We can make a lot of money out of what we’ve
extracted from him, and we can make a whole lot more if
we can hide the whore somewhere safe for a short while,
feed him up with good food and drink, wait for his
fulsome and healthy young body to produce the goods
again, then extract it all out of him.”

I was then grabbed by the head guard who took my
wet and soiled panties from out of the plastic bag and
proceeded to stuff them in my mouth as a gag, before
putting some duct tape around my arms and eyes. Then,
using his baton in the small of my back, with the
occasional prod up my short raincoat and into my shitty,
panty-less ass-hole, propelled me down the back stairs
and roughly pushed me into the back of a waiting security
van which was parked in a hidden parking bay at the back
of the office building.

Well, to summarize part one, I became rather obsessed with wanting to fuck
my wife in the ass, and she used that desire, against me, sort of, by
forcing me to dress in feminine clothing, so, she could live out one of her
fantasies, to fuck a “girl” in her pussyass. And I’m that girl!!!

We’ve gotten me all dressed up, for our special night, and she went to the
bathroom to get ready, also. At her suggestion, I got online and started
reading the shemale/tv/cd stories, again, which got me very excited,
especially the ones featuring domination. I don’t know what it is, but, the
idea, of being with a “chick with a dick” just gets me all horned up. So,
I’m reading a story, as the door opens, and in walks my wife.

“Wow”, I say, as I look up to see her. She’s dressed in a black latex body
suit, crotchless, and a big, black cock, jutting out from the her
mound. She looks positively breathtaking, as I watch her move towards me,
cock bouncing slightly with the sway of her hips. I’m so turned on, from
the stories, that seeing that rigid 7″, thick cock, sticking out from my
wifes groin, just gets me hotter.

“Do you like my outfit, Rose?”, she coos. “I’m sure you’ll love the feel of
my hard cock, as you take it like my lesbian girl friend. Do you want me to
fuck your pussy, baby, give you the fucking of your life, make you my
bitch? Are you ready?”

Oh, my, I’m thinking, she’s really getting into this. I’m still so scared
of the pain, involved, but, admittedly, am still excited at the thought of
fucking her, afterwards, so, I’ll have to go thru with this, as
discussed. “Yes, honey, I’m ready,” I say.

“MMMMM, I’m so glad you’re ready, bitch, cause I’m gonna make you moan and
groan, tonight, making you beg for more of my cock, fucking your tight
little pussy. Why don’t you help me get even more excited, and come over
here on you knees, and give your knew lover a big sloppy kiss?” Needless to
say, it wasn’t really a question, but, a strong suggestion. She wants me to
kiss the cock, that’s going to fuck me?….Oh, god, what I’ve I gotten
into?. The problem is that I love the dirty talk. I really get off on it,
as it makes me hot. I love this humilation. What’s wrong with me, to be
letting this happen?

She motioned me, sort of like you would a dog, to come to her, me pleading
with myself, not to succumb. However, I knew I had to, and again, it’s just
us, so, I’ll do it for her. The ole, “the ends justify the means”
scenario. Crawling over to her, I just sat back on my haunches, staring at
that one-eyed monster, as she moved her hips, closer, to my lips. I could
smell the aroma, a quite familiar one…oh, yes, it was her pussy. She must
have used it on herself, prior to coming out, and now it shone with her
sweet juices. I had to taste that, so, I hesitantly licked at the bulbous
head, tasting her cunt juices, and wanting more.

“Oh, yes, Rose, that’s it, give it a big sloppy french kiss. Go ahead
girlie, wrap you lips around the head, so, I can feed you my big black
cock,”, she purred as she slipped the head inside my mouth. It only went in
about an inch, as she stopped, saying, “That’s it, just suck the head, for
now. Don’t worry, I’ll give you more, but, for now, just suck it a little,
and smell my pussy juices. You like them don’t you? You like the taste, of
my cunt, on my cock, don’t you?”

All I could do was moan a “mmm”, and keep on sucking as she was holding the
back of my head, not allowing me any retreat. I bobbed my head up and down,
giving her the “yes” answer she was looking for. And she’s completely
right, I do love the taste and smell of her pussy. The only negative to
this, is that I’m having to suck a cock to get them. Oh, well, it’s ok, for
now, I guess. And I keep thinking about putting my cock in her tight little
asshole, too. That thought, just let’s all of this to be ok, well, maybe
not ok, but, at least tolerable. I mean, here I am, on my knees, dressed
completely in women’s sexy clothes, sucking on my wifes strap on dildo,
knowing that big thing is going to be inside my pussy, later, and I’m still
excited….rut ro…I may have a problem here. Damn, I did it again,
calling my ass a pussy! She keeps referring to it that way, and I’m
following suit. Shit, I’m in trouble.

“Ok, honey, now let’s go deeper in your throat. Just let it in, bitch, let
it slide down your throat like a good cocksucker. You like sucking that
cock, don’t you? You want it deeper don’t you? MMMMMM, it’s so sexy seeing
your painted lips wrapped around your big, new, lover. Oh, yes, you’re
doing a fine job, of sucking my cock, and getting it all nice a slick for
your pussy. I know you’re gonna love it, sliding in and out of your cunt,
as I make you my bitch.”

Again, all I could do was moan and shake my head, as she started to slide
that plastic cock in deeper and deeper, making me gag. She pulled back a
bit, then pushed in again, deeper this time, again causing me to
gag. “Swallow when it gets to the entrance of your throat. That will allow
you to take it in deeper, Rose.” And swallow I did, on the next push, and
sure enough, my throat opened up, allowing it to slide right in, as her
smooth pubic area, brushed my nose. Again, she pulled out, just a little,
allowing my to breath, and then back in, this time, mashing my nose against
her crotch, giving me every possible centimeter of that dong, in my mouth
and throat.

She held it there, saying, “Oh, my girlie, you’ve done it, like the good
little cocksucker, I knew you’d be. Doesn’t that feel good, knowing you’re
making me happy? Oh, I can see you must like it too, cause your clittie is
all hard, and dripping.” Oh, know, she was right, I ‘m hard as a rock,
while she’s standing in front of me, feeding me her strap on cock, like it
was real. I can smell her pussy too, that sweet aroma of her juices, and
the taste is wonderful.

Pulling back out, some, she said, “Keep you lips tight on it, make love to
that big black cock, Rose. It’s gonna give you soooooo much more pleasure
in just little bit. But, first I think we need some pics,” as I see the
flash of the camera. I look up, and am blinded by another one. “MMMMM, yes,
look at me with my cock in your mouth, while I get a good pic. Now, I’ll
pull out a bit, and get another one. Keep looking at me, Rose, eyes, open!
Oh, yes, very nice, now one more, with just he head resting on your lips,
so we can see the whole, cock, and how big it is. Oh, good, girlie, now
let’s get it back in your throat, again, slowly.” She keeps taking
pictures, me swallowing that monster, looking at her, eyes open, in a
slight trance. “That was great, Rose, now, let’s get on to the next step,
shall we? You want that, don’t you? You want to have me fucking your pussy,
don’t you? Then you’ll be able to fuck mine, right?”

“MM, MM,” I moan, not being able to speak. I just told her I wanted her to
fuck me! I really don’t but, have to agree, if I’m going to get to do
her. Oh, my, ok, well let’s get it overwith, I’m thinking.

“Get on the bed, on all fours, with your pussy poking back at me. I want to
see the you all opened up, waiting for me to fuck you. Come on now, girl,
don’t be shy, get up there,”, she said, as I didn’t move at all. As I
started to slowly get up, she went to the nightstand, and got some
lotion. Oh, good, I thought, I’ll at least be lubed for this. She handed it
to me, and told me to lube up my new lover and my pussy. Oh, god, I’m going
to do it for her! I’m going to actually put lube on my pussy, and her cock,
so she can fuck me with it.

“MMMM,” she says, “you look so pretty there, and so sexy, Rose. I know
you’re going to love this, as much as I do, maybe even more. That’s right,
get a lot on my cock, now your pussy, don’t forget to get some inside,
baby. You wouldn’t want me to “hurt” you, would you?” Hurt me?, I’m
thinking. Damn, I know it’s gonna hurt already, so, what’s this shit, about
“not wanting to hurt me?”.

“Honey, I’m afraid it’s gonna hurt too bad. Let’s not go any further, ok?”

“What? Are you serious? You don’t want me? You don’t want to make me happy?
Typical, you just want what YOU want, and don’t care about me. Ok, whatever
you want….but, you get nothing, remember that. AND I mean nothing!!

I looked back, over my shoulders, seeing her kneeling there, behind me,
staring at me, like she was pissed, and wondered what to do. On one hand, I
would have to experience the pain, but, on the other hand wouldn’t get
“any” and probably for a long time. She can be spiteful, I know, so, I’m in
deep shit here. “Ok, go ahead, but, please take it easy, ok?”

“Of course I will Rose, I’ll be as gentle as possible. Are you all lubed?
You did a nice job of making my cock ready for you.”

“Yes, honey, I”m ready.”

“Ok, then, here we go.” she says. I can feel the head sliding up and down
my crack, making sure it’s all slick, as she begins. “MMMMM, nice pussy,
girlie. I’m gonna take your cherry now. Gonna make you mine. You’ll never
be the same, Rose, but, you’ll want more, I promise.” With that, she pushed
at my pucker, forcing it open. I groaned, in pain, and then I opened up,
causing me to scream into the pillow. The pain was unbearable, as I felt
like I was being split in two. She completely stopped, allowing me to get
accustomed to this new feeling. I don’t know how long she was motionless,
but, all at once, I pushed back towards her, and she got the idea, that I
wanted more. Slowly, very slowly, she pushed in, pulled out, pushed in,
pulled out, going a little deeper, each time.

I moan, once, and she says, “Oh, girlie, I knew you’d love it. You want
more, as we’re only about half way in. I’ve got a lot more cock to fuck you
with. You want me to go deeper? You look so hot.”

Due to the slight bend in the didlo, the head, and the large veins, were
rubbing my love button, as she moved in and out, ever slow slowly. This
sensation, was creating a warmth, that I can explain. My cock was rock
hard, and my insides were absolutely on fire. If you’ve not experienced
this, it’s so difficult to put into words. But, once the pain had ebbed,
all I knew, was that I wanted more. I wanted to feel more of that fire. And
the only thing that would enhance that lusty burn was the hard, fat, cock
in my pussy. So, I moaned, pushed back, and said, “Yes, give me more.”

“Oh, baby, I knew you’d love it, I knew you’d want more. That’s a good
girl, now, we’re on our way to some great times. I’m gonna give you what
you need, Rose: A good hard fucking!!!!” With that, she pushed all the way
in, again, making me cringe, but, not near as bad. then, she held it,
holding my hips, locking me to her. And again, the pain subsided, allowing
that wonderful warmth to return. She slowly pulled out, and just as she had
almost completely retreated, began her journey back up my love chute,
again, making me groan and moan in sheer pleasure. She sensed this, too, as
my moans were of lust, not pain, any longer.

Now she’s moving much quicker, with short, stabs, that are driving me
wild. All of sudden, I feel my balls churning, as I explode with the best
orgasm of my life. I almost blacked out, from the force of my cum shots. I
soaked the bed, underneath me, as I must have shot 5 strong jets, and a few
smaller ones. “I knew it, Rose, I knew it,”, she yelled, watching me
getting off. “You just had a great orgasm, from me fucking you,
baby. Aren’t you glad? Do you want more? I’ll fuck you more, if you want,
girlie. Tell me you want more, tell me you’re my bitch now, to fuck
whenever I want. Tell me Rose, or I pull out, right now.”

I’m still in my after cum bliss, so, nod my head, saying, “Yes, please fuck
me more. Give me that feeling again, Lil, make me your bitch, and fuck me!”

“Rose, will you let me fuck you whenever I want? You love it, right? You
want more, right? You look so good, with that big cock in your pussy,
begging me for more. I can tell you want more, girlie, so, tell me you
do. Tell me what you want. Turn around, so, I can see your face when you
beg me for more, bitch!”

And of course I do exactly as she says, looking back, saying, “Oh, yes,
please more, please fuck me more. That was incredible.”

“What else Rose?”

“You can fuck me whenever you want, and I’ll be your bitch. Please do it
again!”

“Ah, that’s nice. It’s so sweet to hear you beg me to fuck your pussy with
my big ole cock, Rose. I just knew you’d love it. I’m so glad you want to
be my bitch, cause that’s what’s gonna happen, now. You’re gonna get
fucked, now, like a bitch, and then beg for more.”

With that, she grabbed my hips, and began a serious, deep dick, fucking of
my pussy. She held on , as she thrust herself into me, causing me to scoot
up to the headboard. My head bounced off it a few times, with her powerful
movements, but, the fire had returned, so, I didn’t care. Oh, god the fire,
the burning, that hot molten feeling, deep inside me, was so captivating. I
wanted more, for sure. And she gave me more, making me cum, again, with
almost as much force and feeling as the first one. This, time, though, she
didn’t stop, she just kept on fucking, using her cock as a battering ram
for my insides . My pussy was getting sore, but, the flame was still there,
so, I didn’t care. And again, I orgasmed, for the third time, in about an
hour. I’m still amazed at how she knew about my inner pussy need, but, she
did, and I do, so, that’s all I care about now. Just fill that need, and
she can do anything she wants.

Finally after she had used and abused my pussy for over an hour, she pulled
out, and said, “Oh, my girlie certainly liked getting her pussy reamed,
didn’t she? I believe she came three times, from just my little ole cock
fucking her. MMMMM, you looked so cute, honey, your little clittie,
shooting, without being touched. I knew you’d like being a girlie. So, tell
me Rose, didn’t you love it? Didn’t make you feel wonderful? Didn’t you
feel like a bitch, being fucked in her pussy? Next time I’ll go for four
cums, out of your clittie. You know, you should clean that mess up, why not
lick it up for me? Go on, lick up your clittie juice, bitch!”

Holy shit, I said to my self, as she was completely correct. I loved it,
want it again, and if she wants me to lick up my cum?….hell that’s an
easy price to pay, if she’ll pound my pussy again. Oh, my god, that was the
most sexual and sensual event of my life, and I knew I wanted more. How did
she know? My third orgasm was twice as strong as any I’ve ever had, before
our fuck. The first one was 6 times as great…so, yes, she can have me
anytime. I’ll dress, suck her cock, bend over, spread my cheeks, and beg
her, if that’s what she wants.

After licking up my cum, she came layed down on the bed, and said, “Now
honey, my cock needs a good cleaning, so, come here and suck it clean. Be a
good girlie, lick your new lover’s cock, totally clean.”

“Yes, maam,” I said, crawling towards, her mouth watering. I’m amazed at
how much I’ve done/learned in the past few days. From straight guy to his
wifes fuck toy. There’s just a fine line between them, I guess. I wonder
what will happen in the future?