to them.

The Predator pulled the woman up by her handcuffed wrists and heard her grunt into the ball-gag as she tottered on her high-heels. He pushed her down the corridor to where he knew her bedroom was located at the rear or the house. He couldn't help but become excited again as he looked at her round bottom and shapely nylon encased legs as she staggered ahead of him down the hall; he started to think what he was going to do next and started to stiffen in his jeans. When he got to the bedroom door he pushed her hard so that the bitch was propelled forward and fell face down on to the bed.

The Predator looked excitedly at the woman sprawled before him on her bed; her white A-line skirt had ridden up revealing the crotch of her full-cut red nylon panties and the lacy tops of her taupe high-sheen stockings, the tops of her thighs were framed magnificently by the black lace of the nylon full-slip. He opened his fly and coaxed his member to a full erection. God he loved this!

Michele lay sprawled on her bed; feeling completely exposed and helpless. She could feel his sticky come still dribbling from her back passage and she felt so degraded lying there with her skirt riding up revealing her red nylon panties and the lacy stocking tops; she wished she had never experimented with crossdressing; it was her fault, she should be ashamed of herself. She was even more ashamed that she had orgasmed when the predator had sodomised her; "my God, when would this end," she thought. Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper opening and looked up to see the man open his fly and stroke his member until it was rock hard. Michele groaned into her gag and wondered what was going to happen next; how could this animal become aroused again so fast!

The Predator jumped onto the bed beside the woman; his hard member wobbling out in front him. He undid his belt and shucked down his jeans and underwear and kicked off his shoes when his clothing bunched at his ankles then he pulled off his socks so that he was naked from the waist down. The woman lay still on the bed breathing heavily through her nose because of the ball gag in her mouth. He worked his way into the middle of the bed so that his crotch was level with the woman's face. He reached out and turned her head so that she was facing his erect penis, it bobbed up and down in front of her pretty face. This was the part he really loved, but it was also the most dangerous! He warned the woman that he was about to take the ball gag out of her mouth and if she cried out or attempted to bite he would beat her until she begged him to stop. To prove his point he slapped her once across the face. He looked into her pretty heavily made-up eyes and saw the beginnings of a single tear; then the tear ran down her face leaving a small streak of mascara. The Predator figured she had got the message and reached behind her head and released the gag.

Michele screamed inside as the man jumped onto the bed; his erection wobbling out in front him and removed his clothing from the waist down. It would have been a comical sight in any other circumstances; the man struggling out of his jeans as his cock bounced up and down in front of him; but Michele was starting to realise what was going to happen next as the man moved forward and his erection approached her face. She could smell her musk on his manhood from when he had fucked her arse and she saw a bead of clear pre-seminal fluid form at the eye of his glans. Michele could not really understand the warning he issued but when he slapped her face she understood his intent. Her face stung and her head was reeling as the man reached behind her head and ripped off the ball gag; she gasped as the gag was released and managed to say one word: "Please!" before the beast pushed his cock into her mouth and grabbed the sides of her face and held her there while he fucked her face.

The Predator had done this to all of his victims and always loved the shocked expression on their faces as his cock invaded their mouths. The woman was so stunned that she didn't even think of biting; instead her lips clamped over his shaft and her tongue began slaver around the head of his penis as she tried to eject his member without biting it. The Predator started to fuck her face; his powerful hands held her face steady as he pushed his cock back and forth between her lipsticked lips. She could do nothing, trussed as she was, except capitulate.

The Predator looked down and was aroused and excited by the sight in front of him. The woman was heavily made-up (which he loved); her pretty face was framed by her brunette hair which hung to her shoulders and fringed her brows, her eyes were outlined in back eyeliner and her lashes heavily mascared. Pale blue eye shadow blending to a shade of dark pink coloured her sparkling eyes, her cheeks were heavily rouged, defining the lines of her cheekbones, her lips were coated in with a deep plum red lipstick; and sticking out of her matronly but attractive face was his pink, hard cock. He looked down her body at her arse and legs and then slid his eyes back up again to the woman's face and began to fuck her mouth harder.

Michele was still stunned from the slap as the rubbery flesh invaded her mouth and her first reaction was to eject the foul tasting monster. She was conscious of the fact that if she bit the invading penis she would suffer badly, so she clamped her lips over the man's shaft and tried to eject it. Michele pushed her tongue onto head of his penis and tasted a male cock for the first time. It was not what she expected; it was not salty as she had read it described so many times, but more of a creamy floury taste with an undercurrent of musk. She could also taste her own lipstick and perfume, and god help her if she didn't feel a stirring in her panties as her own member began to stiffen. Then she felt the man start to push his cock in and out of her mouth, groaning with pleasure. Michele realised that her attempts to expel his member were in fact arousing the man further; her tongue slathering along his glands and her lips tight against the taut sleek skin of his shaft were in no way effective in ejecting the invading penis, they were having the opposite effect. Michele decided that there was no way she was going to be able to repel his attack and decided that she would try to excite the man as much as possible so that he would get this barbaric act over with as soon as possible. As the Predator started to fuck her face; his powerful hands holding her face steady, she started to suck on the intruding member and work her tongue over his glans as her lipsticked lips moved up and down the shaft.

The Predator used long slow strokes so that the woman could breathe through her nose in time with his thrusts; he didn't want her gagging. Her soft lips and tongue were proving extremely arousing on the delicate nerves of his manhood. He loved it when he pulled back and the flange of his glans was between her lips and then the slippery feel of her wet tongue slavering his cock as he thrust into her face. If he didn't know better he would think the bitch was encouraging him.

The Predator felt his orgasm begin as his scrotum contracted and his penis started to convulse. Waves of pleasure shot though him as he felt his semen churn out of his scrotal sac and begin to shoot along the channel inside his cock, searching for release through the opening in the eye of his glans; the hot load spurned on by the blood engorged spongy walls of his shaft contracting and convulsing. The Predator held the woman's face hard and steady; he allowed the first few squirts of his ejaculate to stream into her hot wet mouth and then he pulled his cock back and out of her mouth; the head of his cock plopping out over her lips as the first jet of hot sticky semen ejaculated out of the eye of his convulsing cock.

Michele sucked and licked the invading penis as it raped her mouth; she was increasingly aware of the gossamer feel of her silky lingerie and stockings, the taste of her own lipstick and the light caress of her hair on her face. She could not help but become further aroused; the fact that she was cuffed and vulnerable added to her pleasure and allowed her to find an excuse for her debased reaction to this invasion of her sanctity; after all what could she do? All she could do, she rationalised, was to capitulate and to try to bring this brutal action to a swift end. Then Michele realised what was happening as the man quickened his pace and she felt his organ begin to contract and convulse. Her mouth filled with warm yeasty semen; it didn't seem to spurt out of his cock as she expected it would, it seemed more to just suddenly appear in her mouth. Michele couldn't escape the eroticism of giving her first fellatio, even if it was against her will; she felt herself ejaculate into her panties again, the warm flood of her own ejaculate soaking her panties and pantyhose as she swallowed his seed. Then the man pulled back suddenly and his cock plopped out of her mouth and she felt streams of hot sticky semen start to splash onto her face.

The Predator moaned with pleasure as stream after stream of white, warm fluid shot all over the woman's face; he rubbed his cock on her cheeks, her lips and her nose; coming all over her. A long rope of semen ran from the woman's brow, across her eye and onto her nose; as his cock rubbed against her face the semen mixed with her makeup and began to make a colour palate of semen, makeup and lipstick all over her eyes, cheeks and lips. He forced his cock back into her mouth as the last convulsions of his orgasm consumed him.

The Predator sighed as the last of his issue spent into her lipsticked smeared mouth; he stared into her scared, pretty eyes, now panda-like with the mixture of semen, mascara and eyeliner smudged all around them. God he loved to do this to these stuck up matrons. He pulled his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it all over her face again, the sperm and makeup now mixing with her tears. He let go of her face as she began to sob and rolled her over so that she was on her back, face up so that she could watch his final degrading act. He moved down the bed and grabbed a handful of her pristine white skirt and wiped the congealed mess of come and makeup off his cock with it. Her skirt was stained black and red by her makeup and silvery gobs of sperm were mixed in with the mess. "That'll stain," he laughed wickedly at the stuck up matron lying handcuffed on the bed before him.

The Predator finished wiping the mess on her skirt that was now rucked around her waist, and then he noticed the stain in the front of her red nylon panties. He knew that the spend from when he had fucked her had stained her underwear, he had seen the results of his orgasm on her buttocks and thighs; but he hadn't touched her cunt yet; he was saving that for later; so why was there wet semen all over the front of her panties? Then he saw the bulge there straining against the nylon pantyhose and panty gusset and slowly but surely he realised what it was! This fucking woman had a cock!!! What the fuck????????????

To be continued...

and, and smiled at her, so she grabbed my hand again and led me to the door out of the class, and took a taxi, I got in the taxi next to her and I was so excited that I almost felt my cock tear my jeans, and on our way in the taxi I reached my hand to her cock and messaged it but she pulled my hand out and whispered, “you will get bored of riding and sucking it bitch, so why the hurry” I remained calm even though I loved the part about calling me bitch”

When we arrived to her apartment she led me to her living room, and I without even taking of my jacket got down to my knees and unzipped her pants and lowered them and then reached for her cock, it was still relaxed so I needed to lift it up so I slowly put it in my mouth and began to move my tongue all around it, it felt like heaven growing inside my mouth, it throbbed and grew until it was all erect and it didn’t fit inside my mouth, I began to suck it really slow in the beginning but I needed to taste cum for my first time so I fastened the rhythm , she was moaning in pleasure and she kept saying things like “yes, oh ,yes you cock sucker, I’m gonna rip your mouth from ficking it you little bitch, I’m gonna let you sink in my cum you fuckin’ whore” and “ faster, oh ,faster, yeah”

until she finally said “ here I come you piece of shit, swallow it all you slut, don’t waste my tasty cum” and so I did, I felt her tasty pre cum and then I felt that hot and wonderful liquid fill my mouth, I finally knew how does it feel to be a cum swallowing whore, I sucked on her cock for more of that white and delicious cream, I wanted more”

“that’s it, good boy, this night we will make history together my bitch, the fun had just begun” she laughed.

“I want my cock sucked all the night I don’t want it to lay down cause that will disappoint me, and will prohibit you from sucking it again…..you don’t want that to happen do you?” she said .

That was right I didn’t believe that this has happened to me so I am not gonna lose it. and any way she is satisfying my desires also, so I got back to sucking her huge and tasty cock, but something salty dropped out of that cock and it was kind of yummy, I knew it very fast she was making me taste her piss, and I’ve always dreamed of drinking a girl’s piss, so I sucked on and made her know that I loved it and I craved for more, so she let slip another drop of piss and I sucked more eagerly, “ you love it don’t you? you cock sucking piss drinking cum eating whore, well if you spill one drop you go out of this house and forget about all the pleasures the you will have ok”

“I moaned” and she took it as a yes, so she began to piss and I tasted that salty golden stream of piss and drank it very fast and sucked her cock so I can take more pressure of that wonderful drink, and when she finished pissing I kept sucking on, so maybe I can have the few drops that were left in her bladder.

“you’re a real good boy, why don’t we now take our clothes of” so I did , I took of all of my clothes and I was naked ,  I had recently removed all of my body hair cause of the swimming season and stuff, so she looked at me in admiration and said “ hair free, that is my most preferred type of guys to me, nice”

she took her clothes of and stood in front of me and said “I’m gonna tease you know so if you touch your cock, you should know that the game is over, ok Bitch”

“now bend over and show me your clean and hair free ass”

so I did as she commanded and bend over grabbing the edge of the dining table, she approached me and put her heavy cock over my ass , not inside it, so her cock was between my butt cheeks and she began to go up and down with it, teasing me to the bones, I moaned because I wanted that cock inside my ass so badly that I screamed and said “ please shove it up my ass right now, please”

she laughed and said “shut bitch the time hasn’t come yet”

she moved back and got on her knees and breathed over my ass and I could feel her breathe killing me, and then she moved her tongue from my balls to my ass forth and back, and then she shoved it up, inside of my ass, and it was tearing me apart but she calmly sucked and licked my ass until it was begging for something to go inside of it,

it was opened wide waiting for a big thing like a cock to please it.

so at last she stood up right behind me and her cock was aimed right to the entrance of my ass, and she slowly put the head of her gorgeous cock inside my ass and then shoved the rest of it slowly and I felt so much relieved that I began to moan and scream like a real horny bitch. “ yeah moan you cock sucker , scream you little cum drinker, I’m gonna rip your ass and flood it with cum” she yelled.

“no please I need to drink more of your delicious cum, please”

then she ordered me to shift positions, she ordered me to lay on my back and raise my legs in the air, so I did ,and she positioned her self under my legs and ordered me to lower them on her shoulders, and then she put her cock in my ass  again but this time so fast that she made me scream from pleasure , she grabbed my legs and began to fuck my ass harder and harder. I felt her cock inside my ass going in and out and every moment a drop of pre-come oils the walls of my ass that were by that time burning , I closed the entrance of my ass so I can feel more of that enormous and beautiful cock. and then she ordered me to raise my ass in the air so my cock was dangling upside down facing my face, and she was right above me she was fastening her rhythm so I knew she was about to come, and what I thought was right she said” you want it in your mouth you bitch, ok , get ready cause I’m coming,” she pulled her cock out of my ass and shoved it right to my mouth , I first felt the taste of my ass , before she came , but this time the come was thicker and heavier and lots more than the first time, she was moaning and screaming  “yeah you cum eatin’ bitch , yeah you slut, drink and swallow you cock suckin’ whore,oh oh oooohhhhhh, yeah, that is good suck it harder, oooh yeah, that’s it”

and so I sucked it to the last drop and then she said “ I’m going to do something down the kitchen but I need my cock to be sucked so you’re gonna lift me in 69 position and suck my cock all the way. and so I did I lifted her up and sucked her cock on the way to the kitchen and when we got there I put her down but I still had her cock inside my mouth enjoying the great taste of it. so she went to the fridge and drank a whole 1 liter bottle of water and took three or four pills that I knew were to increase the amount of cum, and she kept me sucking her cock for a while and then she licked my ass for another while and then she said this is time I thought that I was gonna suck the piss out of her but she surprised me by shoving her cock down my throat and pissing, “drink you fuck, I’m gonna choke you with my piss you pee sucker” I was choking but  I loved it I didn’t resist at all but I took it all down without any argue .”good and now your final prize” she began to fuck my head just like she fucked my ass ,and she began to go faster and faster and faster until she said” you earned this ,you good boy” and she pulled out her cock out of my mouth and came all over my face , on my cheeks and on my forehead and on my hair she came really very much, that my face was totally covered with her shemale spunk.

and then she said” and now if you are a real good boy you will clean your face by eating all of that cum so there would be another time but not with one shemale but with two”

I couldn’t believe my ears but I did exactly what she ordered me and ate all of that cum.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Guys this is my first story , I hope you like and enjoy it , please send me your comments on this e-mail shemale_lover9999@sexstoriespost.com)

reolas and pencil eraser size nipples.

My face was pretty, I can see that in my photos of the time, quite girlish, with big blue eyes, small straight nose and a big mouth, with huge, very full lips. I wore my black hair long, as it was the vogue of the time, a little longer than shoulder long. Cut in a page like  manner, a little shorter in the front than in the back.

Besides all of these, I was and am, very well endowed. Even at that age, in the mornings I was already 7.

This was a summer in the mid 1990’s, and my parents were on vacation for one month in Europe. My lovely aunt Sally and her brother Sandy were house guests, or my sitters. Whatever.

I will describe them, as they come in the story, but suffice it to say that they come from the same tree, they were are and gorgeous people, inside and out. Also, they were as horny and liberal as could be. Maybe a bit too much, maybe a bit degenerate.

I came Friday from my last day of school, I just have finished 9th grade, there was going to be a party tonight. Hey we just have finished junior high, and in Mexico this is a big deal.

I had plenty of time, I had lunch that was served to me by the maid, and then went to my room. I was fifteen, I was horny. I sneaked into my father office and began rummaging through his things, found a couple of Hustler magazines and took them with me to my room. Pretty girls, good looking boys, nice action. But to be honest, from page one, what grabbed my attention were two things: one the way girls dressed, if you can call it that, with gorgeous, soft, skimpy lingerie, and the action when boy girl were together. I specially liked to think of what the girl was feeling in those pictures, how she made the male feel. Believe me, that day, I really did not think of me as gay.

No, but. I really would love to know how did it felt to be covered with those silky, caressing clothes. Those sexy, skin tight garments. Well, I had a real hard on. So, I think, why not give it a try. Mom has a lot of lingerie I can try, no one will know. If I soil it or get it dirty in any way, well, I can wash them in my bathroom in the morning and put them back, clean and dry in the afternoon. Good idea.

So, I went into my mom’s closet, rummaged through her lingerie for a minute, and came with a nice pair of pantyhose, and a lace bodysuit. Got back to my room in a rush, and stuck them under my pillow. Next thing in the agenda, get some liquor before the sex session. I went down stairs again to the bar. There were at least fifty bottles of wine and booze to choose from. Hey, I never drink, a glass of wine on a dinner sometimes, maybe a cocktail on a birthday or new year’s eve. The truth, I do not have a clue of what to take. So I go for the easy one. Got a bottle of rum, and two cokes from the fridge.

I went upstairs, got in my room and made me a rum and coke, drank half of it before doing anything else. I’m a little high now, and looking through the magazines I’m getting a lot hornier. I get naked, and looking at my reflection in the mirror get hornier. I really like my body. I have almost no hair, my armpits and pubis are just beginning to show signs of it, that is something I do not like. I get a razor, which my dad gave me for shaving my beard, and has not being used yet, and got rid of the few traces of unwanted body hair. I get in the shower, and get a long warm bath, followed by a nice rub of keri lotion, my body is smooth, soft. My dick is as big and hard as it gets in the mornings. I go back to my room, and slowly, deliberately slip into the pantyhose, taking my time feeling as the soft cloth hugs and caresses my legs, my butt, my crotch. Then I put on the body suit, it is a little small for me, the better, as it hugs my body, caressing my chest with little leftover for breasts, encasing me in soft, delicious lace. My reflection on the mirror is misleading, there it is a nice looking girl, with a huge bulge in the crotch. I wish I knew hot to use make-up. I know I would look terrific as a girl.

I walk around my room in front of the mirror. Every step is a caress, the pantyhose rubs my legs, my butt, my crotch. The bodysuit takes care of my torso and rides deep inside the crack between my butt. I try to get my dick in between my legs, make the bulge less noticeable, when I succeed I feel exhilarated at my image in the mirror, and with every step I take, it feels like a hundred little fingers are massaging my cock. I am dripping, my crotch is very, very wet.

I try to reach my cock from behind, I get a surprise, I can and at the same time, I can rub, caress my ass, and that feels, well, it feels fantastic. I drink a second rum and coke, and get kind of drunk. I love the feeling of myself in those clothes so much I do not want it to end. I have jerked off before, I know if I do it now, the feeling would be lost, at least for a while, I do not want that. I get in bed, drink a third rum and coke and frolic around the bed for a while, feeling the soft caress of the garments in my body, rubbing against the bed sheets. Before I know, I fall asleep.

with a study, lounge and combined kitchen-dining room. My bedroom has an ensuite. It is located in a quiet cul-de-sac in a quiet neighbourhood where everyone keeps to themselves. It is perfect for me. Perfect because I am single (due to a messy divorce where she got everything except the debts), perfect because I work odd hours, and prefect because I like my privacy; oh, and also perfect because I am a closet transvestite.

 

Like most crossdressers, for most of my adult life I have had the urge to dress-up as a woman for short periods of time, and I often used to dress in my wife's underwear when she was away on business. Since the divorce some two years ago, me, Michael, the respectable businessman, likes to transform into Michele, the sexy secretary (or naughty nurse; or whatever takes my fancy at the time) whenever it pleases me to do so. Living alone, and having the privacy to dress when it suits me, I have spent many hours developing the persona of Michele over the last two years. Of course I have to keep my secret life secret; and even though I have a strong desire to do so, I have never ventured out dressed as Michele.

 

I have acquired an extensive wardrobe, first at opportunity shops and then later at women’s clothing shops, insisting to the shopkeepers that I am buying the clothes as presents for my wife. Lingerie is easy to buy, as it is never considered unusual for a man to buy nice underwear for his wife or lover.

I bought my first pair of women's shoes from an opportunity shop, and once I had figured out my size in women’s shoes, I went ahead and purchased many styles of high-heeled pumps and sandals; again insisting to inquisitive shop assistants that they were presents for my wife. I sometimes even had the boxes gift-wrapped to maintain the façade.

I have experimented with wearing my wife's makeup with various degrees of success and failure during the years of my marriage. After she left me I obtained all the makeup I needed easily by purchasing a couple of complete makeup kits ("its for my niece's birthday; she's just turned thirteen" I told the shop assistant). I have added more cosmetics to this makeup collection by throwing any cosmetic item I desire in with the week's groceries when I’m out shopping. No one ever questions me at the checkout; husbands just pick up whatever their wives have written down for them on the shopping list after all.

It is easy to purchase women's jewellery of course, but my biggest problem was how to get my hands on some nice wigs. The problem was solved when I was sent by my firm interstate to Sydney on a business trip. I went to Paddy’s Market and there a sympathetic lady in a market stall that sold women’s wigs helped me pick out and try on three different wigs of varying styles and hair colourings. I purchased the wigs and then went up to Oxford Street where I went into a ‘specialty shop' and bought two pairs of breastforms in different sizes.

I love being Michele; I transform into her at every opportunity I get, and I spend most evenings and weekends dressed and fully made-up. I do not consider myself gay; in fact when I’m not dressed as Michele my sexual fantasies revolved around women; but when I’m dressed as Michele I often fantasise about being with a man or having a ‘lesbian' encounter with another transvestite.

I am terrified that my secret life will be exposed. When I am dressed I keep all of the doors locked, the shades closed and of course I never answer the door. Although I have become adept at applying makeup and dressing en-femme, and I believe that I make quite an attractive mature woman, I would never dream of going out dressed as Michele.

 

I read books and look at magazines and movies where transvestites have hot sexual encounters with each other and with male admirers. My favourite place to live out my fantasies is the Internet. I troll the chatrooms and cyber-space meeting places and I sometimes perform on webcam with other TVs and admires. I have been thinking a lot lately of either placing a discreet ad in a sex shop or advertising my availability in a contact magazine.

I check the time once more on the antique clock, and through the gloom I see that it is eight oh five. Now that I have finished working on my legal brief and the house has been made secure, I move towards my bedroom; my breathing quickening in anticipation. It’s time to transform into Michele and have some fun!

I strip off my clothes, shave my face closely and then take a long hot shower. I run my hands all over my chest, arms, legs and buttocks and am pleased to find them stubble-free. I fully shaved my body only two days previously and I used a hair-removal cream to remove all of the hair from the crevice of my behind and my scrotal sac. I can’t go to the beach like this, it would look suspicious being fully shaved. I also have to be careful at work, but working in a busy office where good grooming is expected, it is not unusual for a man to have the hairless ‘Metro’ look. The joke is that when my male work colleagues discuss fashion and the styles of the latest suits; I secretly wish I were dressed in the secretaries’ clothes rather than the latest business suit.

 

I dry myself off and sit at the dresser. I take my time applying foundation; it closely matches my skin colour and covers up the few blemishes that mark my face. I liberally coat my face and neck with face powder, one shade darker than my foundation; I now have the blank canvas on which to apply the rest of my cosmetics.

I apply eyeliner next, from the inner corner of my eyes to the outer corners, gradually thickening the line as I go. When I have thick black line running along the edge of my eyelashes I reach for my eyeshadow.

I select a pale blue which I apply to my eyelids and then blend it with a shade of dark pink which I brush onto the upper part of my eye sockets and right up to my eyebrows. Then I rouge my cheeks, defining my cheekbones. I like to use more eyeliner, rouge and eyeshadow than is the fashion nowadays. I like to imitate the makeup styles of the eighties rather than the current demure ‘less is more' look.

I apply a light coating of ‘skin-glow' face powder all over my face and neck to set the makeup and to give my face a subtle radiance. I carefully brush lashings of mascara onto my lower and upper eyelashes. I like to wear lots of mascara and have acquired a Maybelline product that does not clot and is relatively easy to apply.

I take my time applying my favourite Max Factor ‘Lasting Colour’ lipstick to my lips. I apply the base coat carefully just outside of my lip-line so that my lips appear fuller. I let the base coat set for a minute and then apply the clear topcoat over the ‘Raging Ruby’ lipstick and purse my lips.

 

I light a cigarette and concentrate while I paint plum red nail polish on my finger and toenails. Putting on two coats takes a few minutes but the effect is worth it. I keep my nails quite long and manicured; but this is another ‘Metro-sexual’ fad that is common among the men that I associate with at work and it does not attract attention. I stub out my cigarette and consider getting a drink. No, I decide I want to finish dressing first.

I study the three wigs sitting on their stands. I have a blonde shoulder-length, a black bob with cerulean highlights through it and my favourite brunette, with cerise highlights. I select the brunette and carefully lift it from the stand and brush it with my special wig brush. I admire the sheen of the artificial hair as I position the wig on my head and adjust it so that the fringe is straight and level with my eyebrows.

 

I open the bottom drawer in the dresser and there are my two pairs of breastforms. I take the smallest pair as I want a certain look tonight; more sophisticated then the bawdy size forty-two’s would permit. I affix them to my shaved chest with medical adhesive tape and cosmetic gum.

I open another drawer in the dresser and select a packet of flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. I like to wear pantyhose as a foundation garment to help flatten my tummy, and to cover the small nicks and varicose veins on my forty-year-old thighs and ankles. I feel the first small tingle of excitement as I smooth the pantyhose up my legs and over my tummy and buttocks. I carefully arrange the toes of the hosiery around my painted toenails so that I don’t ladder them.

 

I stand up and walk over to my armoire. The armoire is an extravagance that I bought the week after my wife moved out and it is now filled with all of my female attire. For some reason I can’t mix my female clothing in with my male clothes. The built-in-robe that holds my boring business suits, shirts and dress shoes holds no interest for me tonight. Tonight I am totally absorbed with my armoire and the girly treasures contained inside its oak doors.

 

First I select some lingerie from a deep wooden drawer; the lingerie has acquired the delicate fragrance of the camphorwood drawer and I bring it to face and feel the sensuous satin on my skin and inhale the feint perfume. I place the lingerie I have selected to wear on my bed. My bed is a king-size four-poster with scarlet satin sheets and a black chintz comforter; another extravagance that I indulged in when the bitch left me.

 

I sit down on the bed and my pantyhose hiss as they rub on the comforter; little electric sparks shoot through my legs and my penis begins to swell inside the nylon sheath of my pantyhose. I push it between my legs and allow it to deflate so that I can continue dressing without an unsightly lump in my crotch.

 

I step into a white lace suspender belt that is fitted with three garter straps on each leg and then put on a matching white lace brassiere, adjusting my breastforms so that they fill the cups. I sit back down on the bed and slip a pair of taupe nylon stockings up my legs and adjust the dark back-seams so they were straight. I fix the dark welts of the stocking-tops to my suspender straps. My legs have a lovely sheen as they glisten in the lamplight; stockings worn over pantyhose give my legs a gossamer-like appearance and my red painted toenails peek through the sandal-toe-reinforced stockings. I run my hands up and down my legs enjoying the sensuous feel of the nylon but have to stop myself when my penis begins to rouse again.

 

I pull a pair of white satin full-cut panties up my legs and smooth them around my buttocks and over the suspender belt and then step into a peach coloured satin half-slip. The lace hem of the half-slip flutters against my stocking tops. The scintillating feel of the lingerie on my body arouses me further and I have to reach inside my panties and hose and adjust myself.

 

I walk back to the armoire and select a navy blue women’s business suit and lay it out on the bed. I step into the skirt and admire the single pleat at the front and the split side. It looks both professional and sexy, but it couldn’t really pass as a business suit because the hem only just covers my stocking-tops. I bought the suit off the rack at Carla Zampatti in Sydney and had the skirt adjusted at a tailor in Oxford Street who is probably the only man in Sydney that would dare to cut a hem that short on woman’s business suit. Of course he is used to the sort of clientele who make such requests.

 

I button myself into a peach coloured, long-sleeved, satin blouse and tuck it into the waistband of my skirt and close the zipper. I adjust the waistband of my skirt, and adjust the hem down over my slip. The skirt is tight around my buttocks and thighs and the hem sits high up on my legs.

 

I strut over to the armoire and select a pair of black high-heeled sandals and sit down at the dresser and pull them on, fastening the ankle straps. Nylon encased painted toenails peek from the black patent leather straps. I open another drawer and mooch among my jewellery collection. I slip a gold anklet on my right ankle and adjust it so that it falls below the strap and buckle of my high-heeled sandal. I clip on a pair of gold drop earrings; even ‘Metro’s’ aren’t getting around with both ears pierced so I have to make do with clip-ons. I put on an elegant gold ladies watch and two gold bangles on each of my wrists and a matching gold chain necklace around my neck.

 

I give my face another dusting of finishing powder and put another top-coat of lipstick on my lips. I spray my favourite perfume ‘Poison’ on my decolletage and spray a modest mist of the perfume under my skirt, a trick that I leaned watching my wife dress. I pick up the suit jacket off the bed and put it on and walk over to the full-length mirror that I also installed after my wife left, and make some small final adjustments to my wig, makeup and clothes.

 

I’ve got the look that I really like. The heavy eighties makeup, the subtly-streaked shoulder-length hair, the tight skirt, matching jacket and leg show make me look like one of the businesswomen or secretaries from work but only if they have the dress sense of a trollop. My skirt is way too short and tight and the side-split exposes my stocking tops. Yes I’ve got the look I really like, sophisticated but slutty!

 

I saunter into the lounge, my heels clicking on the tiles and my nylons swishing as my thighs rub together under my skirt. I take another look at the ornate clock on the mantle and note that it is now nine fifteen. I take some time to just stand there enjoy the pleasure of being Michele. The soft caress of my hair on my face, the feel of my satin and nylon underwear on my skin, the taste of my makeup, the scent of my perfume, the whole womanly feeling of being dressed sexy and sophisticated. I balance on my high-heels and then walk towards the kitchen to get myself that drink. The hem of my tight skirt clutches at my thighs, constricting my stride and I concentrate on stepping out, one high-heel in front of the other. My gait is sexy and I imaging how a man sitting on my lounge suite would see me.

 

A sexy sophisticate in a skirt that is way too short and heels that are much too high, wearing far much makeup; her buttocks swaying from side to side in her tight skirt, the back-seam of her nylon stockings leading his gaze down to her sexy black high-heels; that’s how he would see me.

 

"If only!" I chuckle to myself as I walk through the darkened room.

 

"If only what?" I hear a voice say from the corner of the room.

I spin around and look into the darkened room, half-believing that I am hearing things. The room is lit only by my desk-lamp; the drawn curtains have made the room gloomy, with thick shadows in the corners. I peer into the corner and see a dark shape sitting on one of my lounge chairs. He is dressed in a dark suit and I can see that he is a little heavy, his paunch hangs over his belt where his coat is open.

 

"What the fuck!" I whimper.

 

"Who the fuck are you, what are you doing here and how did you get in?" I hiss at the man.

 

"I’m Robert, I’m here to do whatever I want, and I used the spare key you hide under the second flower flowerpot from the left on your windowsill," he answered sarcastically.

 

"What the fuck do you mean do whatever you want? And what the fuck is a Robert?" I snapped back, putting on a false bravado.

 

"A Robert is the guy you chat with in the Trannyweb chat room you dumb cunt!" the man laughs.

 

"But I’m fed up with talking dirty with you on line and looking at you on your webcam. I’ve decided to come and get some of the real thing," he sniggers.

 

Of course, Robert is the name of one of the guys I chat with regularly on line; we have all sorts of cyber-sex and I know I have ‘performed’ for him a number of times on webcam. I realise that now that I’m a victim of my own on-line sexual proclivities.

 

The man stands up, grunting as he hauls his bulk out of the chair. I take my chance as he struggles to his feet; and I run towards my bedroom. I don’t stand a chance in my high-heels and tight skirt and the man sticks his foot in the doorjamb as I attempt to close the door and lock it on him. He pushes the door open and I stagger back and fall on the bed. He turns on the ceiling light, harshly illuminating the room.

 

"Ok Michele, we can do this the hard way or the easy way," Robert grins down at me as I sit on the bed looking away from him and staring demurely down at the floor.

Robert holds out a soft hand to me, his nails are clean and manicured. I take it in mine and stand up, shaking in anticipation with what is about to happen. Robert looks me over slowly with hungry eyes. He looks down at my black high-heeled sandals and follows my shapely; nylon encased legs to where they disappear inside the hem of my skirt. My stockings shimmer in the harsh light. His eyes continue up my suit, resting for a few seconds on my false breasts, pushing out the fabric of my satin blouse. He gazes into my face, his eyes engorging themselves on my full plum-red lips, my heavily mascaraed eyes, my rouged cheeks framed by my brunette hair.

"Fuck, you are ten times better in real life than on a webcam!" he groans and pulls me to him.

His tongue thrusts into my mouth as he crushes his lips against mine. He groans and his hand goes straight under my skirt and begins to brutally squeeze my buttocks through my satin panties. Robert pulls me closer, his breath is sweet and he has obviously just used a mouthwash. His rock hard penis is pushing against me though the fabric of his trousers and my skirt. He pushes me away from him releasing his grip and looks me up and down again with wanton lust.

"Lift yer skirt!" he demands.

"Whaaat?" I stammer, dazed and confused.

Slap! Robert's hand snakes out and he backhands me across my cheek.

"Lift yer fucking skirt Michele or I'll tear the fucking thing off you!" he shouts.

What can I do now? This guy has me trapped in my own home. Even if I scream and shout to attract attention I couldn’t live with the humiliation of my neighbours knowing I’m a crossdresser. My firm might find out! My fucking bitch wife might find out!!!

I look down at the man’s feet and I take the hem of my skirt in both hands and slowly raise it up my thighs. Robert's eyes follow the hem and open wide as my firm thighs encased in the sheer pantyhose, and then the darker welts of my stocking tops, slowly come into view. He gasps as the first glimpse of my white satin panties becomes exposed and he reaches out and strokes his hand up and down by thighs; his smooth hand slithering over my diaphanous nylons.

"Oh fuck, you're just like I dreamed you would be; I can't wait any longer!" he groans.

Robert grabs me roughly and spins me around so that I am facing the bed. He pushes down on my shoulders and I fall forward, doubled over so I that am tottering on my heels with my weight supported by my outstretched hands on the bed. I hear a ripping sound that can only be the zipper of his fly being pulled down. Inside I am feeling trepidation and apprehension.

Robert lifts my skirt up and pushes it over my back so that my silky buttocks are exposed; my rear is pushed up at him as I struggle to keep my balance. Then I feel a hot iron bar pushing against my panties; he rubs it all over my panty-clad buttocks. I realised the hot iron bar is Roberts's erect penis. His erection slides under the silken gusset of my panties and wedge’s itself in the crack of my buttocks between my panty gusset and my pantyhose. He rubs his swollen member back and forth inside the silken sheath, groaning and panting.

"Oh fuck that feels good," he moans.

I realise that Robert is receiving tremendous pleasure, dry humping my nylon encased arse and I also realise I can probably help get him off quickly. I push back against him and lift one hand off the bed and reach behind and stroke his cock through the slick panty material. Robert must be finding it even more arousing, my red-painted fingernails raking his glans through my silken panties. He continues to groan and push against my backside but then he stops suddenly.

"Oh no you don’t you fucking tranny whore! I know what you’re trying to do!" he shouts and pushes me in the back so that I fall on the bed.

I lie face-down on the bed and hear him rummaging around in my dresser. Then he stomps back to the bed and flips me over onto my back. Robert is very strong I realise. Then I look at what he is holding in his hand; he has a bunch of my pantyhose.

"Spread out bitch!" he demands; and suddenly I know where he is going with this.

"No! No! No! No! Pulllleeesssee!!!" I beg of him and try to sit up.

"Get down on the bed you fucking whore!" he grunts and pushes me back down on the bed.

Robert falls on top of me pinning me with his weight. As much as I try to struggle I can’t fight him and I end up tied to the four-poster bed, my wrists and ankles stretching at the pantyhose that tie me to the bedposts. I can move my arms and legs a little because Robert has tied me by the wrists and ankles to the four bedposts using four pair of pantyhose. But although I have some freedom of movement, I am well and truly fastened to the bed by the nylon ligatures.

Robert sits on the bed and takes his time getting undressed. He neatly folds the trousers of his suit and lays them over the back of my dresser chair and hangs his shirt and jacket there as well. He turns around when he is finally fully naked and I see his tumescent penis poking straight out from under his pot belly. It is long, thick and swollen; his glans is shiny and purple, a thin string of pre-seminal fluid drools from the eye.

He walks over to the bed and without any warning just drops himself on top of me. I am pinned under his weight and the bed sags appreciatively. He raises himself up over me and lowers his face to mine, breathing in my perfume.

"Oh fuck this feels so good," he whispers and pushes his lips against mine.

He is wearing after-shave and deodorant and I taste mouthwash as he slips his tongue into my mouth. At least he is a considerate molester I think to myself.

Robert kisses me passionately, his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue explores under mine then slowly works its way around my mouth, flicking and probing. His body is hard against me and his hand slides under my back and lifts me off the bed slightly, it comes to rest on my buttocks. He rubs his hand there, the material of my dress and half-slip whispering against my panties and hose.

"Mmmm," Robert whimpers, his lips still against mine.

I lie still, neither encouraging him or denying him what he wants.

"God I just have to have you hun, my lovely transvestite webcam queen; this is just how I imagined it would be!"

Robert kisses me again as his other hand slides down and seizes both of my buttocks. He lifts the hem of my business suit skirt and caresses my half-slip. His hands work in a circular motion in time with his tongue, rubbing the silky slip against my tight panties. I now realise that he is gyrating his hips against mine; pulling the lower half of my body against his as his passion intensifies.

I lie still forcing myself not to move, to just take what is coming.

Using the utmost self-control I force myself to go limp in his arms again and allow him to grind his body against mine. His erection pushes against my stomach. I can feel the heat of it though the material of my skirt and slip.

Robert gyrates against me, his tongue working feverishly in my mouth, his lips crushing mine. The hands on my arse paw at my buttocks and pull my lower body harder against him. He is 'dry humping' me; pushing his erect member against me through my clothes. I perceive a deep humming deep down in his throat and he begins to breathe heavily as he continues to kiss me deeply.

Robert reaches a hand between our bodies and adjusts his penis, then his hand flies back to my arse and he rucks up my skirt and uses both hands to caress my buttocks through my slip as he pulls me back against him.

He grinds himself against me, his cock hard against my lower abdomen. I can feel the girth of it though the layers of slip, panties and pantyhose. I concentrate harder on not responding in any way and just allowing Robert to do what he wants to.

Roberts kisses are a hard insistent invasion of my mouth; every few seconds he has to break to take a breath; I can taste my lipstick and makeup. During these little gasps for breath he pants and moans utterances.

"Yes! oh yes baby! so good! so good!!!"

"Gotta do it soon! gotta do it soon!!!"

Robert reaches down again and struggles with his erection and he pushes it down then releases it so that it springs forward and at the same time he forces my legs open.

His cock is now wedged between my legs; encased in the silky sheer material of my half-slip, hard against my crotch.

"Oh my god!" Robert groans and begins to hump against me.

He gets into rhythm, dry fucking me in time with his feverish kisses; slowly circling his manhood against my body. Robert tugs on my slip and I feel it drag down my thighs until it is around the tops of my knees. Now I can feel his turgid penis trapped between my pantied crotch and gossamer cloaked thighs. Robert pushes against me and thrusts his cock into the silken trap made by my pantyhosed thighs and nylon panty crotch. I can feel the head of his penis rubbing itself along mine through my panties; my penis held in place tight between my legs by the gusset of my pantyhose.

Robert quickens his pace and his cock begins to throb. He pushes against me harder and holds me so tight that I’m afraid he will squeeze the breath out of me. His tongue is now a wild wet animal, thrashing in my mouth, fluttering and exploring every crevice.

Both his hands clench my buttocks squeezing them roughly through my panties as he pushes me down into the mattress to the rhythm of his thrusts. He groans and grasps my arse so tight that I am worried he will tear through my panties and pantyhose. He pulls me hard against him and I feel his penis begin to pulse and throb. Then he quickly pulls himself away from me.

"No, no, no, no, you fucking don’t! I’m not falling for that; I want the real thing!" he gasps, his body shuddering as he concentrates on preventing his orgasm.

Robert rests for a minute, pulls my slip back up and then moves from between my legs and moves further up the bed kneeling with his crotch level with my face. His hard cock wobbles in front of my eyes.

"Touch it!" he orders.

I reach out with my right hand, only slightly encumbered by the pantyhose binding it to the bedpost, and I gently stroke his turgid member with my fingertips.

Robert leans back slightly so that he can see my painted nails trailing along his shaft as I wank him. A thin thread of shimmering clear pre-come runs from the purple head of his penis and drips onto my satin sheets. He reaches out and caresses my thighs and stocking tops and then works his way up to my panties. I stiffen as I feel his hand go inside my panties and begin to fumble about. I force myself to relax and he eventually finds my thin soft cock nestled in the crotch of my satin panties and he begins to free it from its little prison.

I concentrate on slowly masturbating him to the best of my ability. I grasp his member tightly and slowly squeeze and then flutter my fingers against the shaft as I work my hand up and down his penis. He is obviously enjoying it because he is just staring at my hand wanking him while his hand strokes my stocking tops. His other hand finally frees my member, he begins to squeeze it harder and harder.

I stroke his cock with firmer faster strokes. He lowers his head and kisses me, gently sliding his tongue along my gums, exploring my mouth. Then he sits back on his haunches again and removes his hand from inside my panties.

Robert reaches out and puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me sideways on the bed. He draws himself closer and takes my head in his hands and pushes his crotch forward so that the head of his cock is between my lipsticked lips. He keeps pushing until I open my mouth. The musky smell of his loins is mingled with the faint odour of body lotion or talc.

"You take this bitch, and don't bite or you're fucking dead!" he laughs.

He pushes his sleek hard manhood into my mouth until I start to gag and then he commences fucking my face. He thrusts his sleek skinned penis in and out of my mouth. Underlying the taste of his body lotion there is also a sweet salty taste that I know to be pre-seminal fluid. My gag reflex remains suppressed as long as he doesn’t drive his cock too deep into my throat, and I can tell that he is very aware of this because he is obviously holding himself back.

I breath through my nose to compensate for the thick member filling my mouth. Robert tightens his grip on my head and eases his cock purposely in and out of my mouth. He pulls it back until my lips circle his purple glans and then thrusts forward, forcing his turgid meat deeper into my mouth. I move my tongue around the shaft and can sense his enjoyment. Robert is moaning and grunting with pleasure.

"Yeah you bitch whore, take this!"

"Take it bitch, take it!" Robert howls as his pleasure nears climax.

Robert quickly pulls his penis from my mouth and sits back on his haunches again.

"Nearly lost it again. As much as I’d love to fill your pretty face with spunk I have other plans," he pants.

Robert rests for a minute or two, occasionally reaching down to kiss me passionately to keep himself aroused, but being careful not to drive himself over the brink.

Robert stands and moves back down to the bottom of the bed. He jams two pillows under the small of my back, lifting my lower body off the bed. He rucks my skirt and slip back up around my waist and pulls my legs apart and then lifts my high-heels high up off the bed. He sits on his haunches between my outstretched legs, my nylon-sheathed legs are held open by the bonds tied around my ankles, my gleaming black high-heels held high. My heavy makeup is smeared from Robert’s kisses and sweaty passion, my damp hair is strewn around the pillow framing my face. We are both panting.

Robert positions himself further up the bed so that his member rubs against my panty crotch. He reaches out and pulls the gusset of my panties to one side exposing the crevice of my arse now protected only by the gossamer thin veil of my pantyhose.

I know what is coming and instinctively I try to push myself down into the mattress and away from the invading member but Robert takes hold of my waist and digs his hands into me to hold me steady.

"Oh no you don't Michele; hold still while I tends to my needs, it will all be over soon" he hisses.

His hard cock rubs against the thin gauzy nylon of my pantyhose and pushes the silky material into the crevice of my arse. Then Robert adjusts his member so that his glans is nestled against the bud of my sphincter. I feel Robert pull the gusset of my panties further across my buttocks so that he has an unobstructed view of his penis poised at my rear entrance; his erect member pushes the nylon of my pantyhose tight against my sphincter. He says something.

"Don’t forget the lube!" he whispers.

"Whaat?" I stammer.

"I think you will appreciate some lube about now Michele!" he says.

I reached under the pillow; my hand hampered by the bondage of the pantyhose tying it to the bedpost. I search for the tube of lube that I have put there previously this evening in anticipation of girly fun. I grasp it and hold it out to him.

"No, you do it Michele," Robert laughs.

He takes the tube of KY jelly and squeezes a big blob of the cool slippery liquid into my hand.

"You do it! And be nice and gentle I don't want to come before I get it in you!"

I stretch my hand down to Robert’s engorged manhood. It is rock hard and I put my hand around it, it feels enormous and menacing, throbbing in my hand. Robert looks down to see me lying there with my legs wide apart, my high-heels held high in the air, my legs encased in my diaphanous nylons with my white satin panties pushed to one side of my arse, exposing my buttocks. He watches as my long delicate fingers, their red painted nails glimmering with the shine of the lubricant, slide feather-like up and down his hard cock, coating it with a generous amount of KY jelly.

"Oh Michele, you're going to get it now!" he moans.

His hands move to my hips and I can feel his now well-lubricated glans pressing against my sphincter. But there is something preventing his entry; the nylon gusset of my pantyhose! He hasn't pulled my pantyhose down or torn a hole in them!

"Pantyhose!" I gasp.

"Yes, I love them!" he exclaims and thrust his hips forward.

The head of his penis slides inside my tight hole, the lube assists his entry but the nylon gusset of my sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose is also pushed inside me. The pain of having Robert's hard cock pushing inside my sphincter is bad enough but the nylon wrapped around the head of his cock is like fine sandpaper against the walls of my rectum.

"Oh God!" I groan in agony and then I look sideways to see myself reflected in a full-length wall-mounted mirror.

I am impaled on the head of Roberts's cock as I lie there with my legs spread, skirt hitched up and Roberts's gut hanging over me as he thrusts harder. His eyes close in concentration and ecstasy as he stuffs more of his tumescent member inside me. My pantyhose grow tight around my buttocks and between my groin as Robert forces more of the sheer fabric further inside me. He groans and holds me so tight that the pain is almost more than I can bear; I feel a searing heat as my insides are invaded.

Suddenly the flimsy nylon rips and Roberts's well-lubricated shaft drives itself all the way inside me as the resisting pantyhose gusset tears away. His cock is so big, and so deep inside me, that it knocks the wind out of me. I feel Robert's thighs against mine, his skin whispering on my nyloned legs as he grinds into me. His large gut is now resting firmly against my tummy and his hands give way and his full weight presses down on me.

"Oops, don't fall down Robert," he laughs, "I'm just about to start the ride!"

He pushes himself back up and takes his weight on his arms and starts to kiss my neck. Then one of his hands fumbles around at the front of my crotch. His hand strokes my sleek thighs as he slowly rapes my back passage.

Robert starts to slowly thrust in and out of me, hardly moving his cock more than an inch in and out; he is panting and slobbering at my neck, kissing and licking me. I close my eyes and try to relax my internal muscles so that the pain in my back passage will subside.

Robert's hand strokes my thighs and groin as he slowly fucks me, he is obviously delighted in the feel of the slinky nylon and satin on his skin because he is pushing his crotch hard against my buttocks on the in stroke. He begins to fuck me harder and faster, establishing a hard and fast rhythm. I relax my sphincter and concentrate on keeping my back passage loose to accommodate him.

"Open your eyes bitch!" he gasps, "Look!"

I open my eyes and turn to face the mirror. Robert is thrusting against me, his sweaty body glistening with exertion; his hand is under the front panel of my panties ferreting around, pawing and stroking. He is alternately kissing me and slobbering at my neck. He thrusts in and out, pivoting his waist to get all of himself inside me, rubbing his balls on my nylon covered ass at the top of his in-stroke.

My back passage is full and it aches as Robert’s invading member slides in and out of me, but oh god, I begin to feel the spongy hard mass of his glans as they push against my prostate. I feel the first ripple of sexual pleasure from my anal cavity.

I raise myself up so that my buttocks push up further and I sway my hips from side to side to increase Roberts's pleasure and ensure my arse cheeks rub against him, as he obviously loves the feel of that. I turn my head back so that Robert can kiss my pouting lips.

Robert now starts to pound himself heavily in and out of me. I imagine that he can do some serious damage to my insides if he isn’t careful; but I still experience the wonderful tingle of excitement every time his cock massages my prostate. He fucks me harder and harder and is grunting and panting really hard now. He grasps my hips and pulls me hard up against him, thrusting forward and back. He jackhammers himself in and out of me, groaning and cursing.

"Fucking bitch! Fucking Whore! Fucking take this you cunt!" he screams.

He pushes in hard and grates his balls against my arse as he shudders. His grip on my waist is like iron. I sense his cock start to convulse inside me as it shudders and secretes his hot spend. Robert's cock actually expands further and fills me completely and I think that the walls of my back passage will tear as Robert orgasms deep inside me. Jet after jet of hot seed stream into me as he rocks slowly back and forth. His semen further lubricates his cock and any pain I am experiencing goes away immediately. Robert is hissing obscenities as his orgasm peaks. I feel his spend drip from my sphincter and run down into the crack of my arse.

As Robert’s glans pulsate and throb against my sensitive prostrate, washing it with his hot seed, I experience a stab of exquisite sexual pleasure pulse through me and simultaneously stiffen and ejaculate into the front of my panties. I shudder with pleasure although I feel utterly debased.

Robert pushes me down into the mattress and pulls back so that his cock slides out of me, a torrent of his semen joins the trickle running down my crack and, as he lifts himself up, globs of semen drip from his member onto my stocking tops and legs. I can’t believe how much semen he expended.

Robert leans down and kisses me full on the lips.

"That was fantastic; you are one hot tranny whore," he laughs.

Robert grabs a handful of my half slip and wipes his cock on it. The silvery gleam of semen and KY jelly soak into the white satin fabric.

I am left lying on the bed my clothing dishevelled, with my legs akimbo and my slip and stockings stained with semen, my ankles and wrists still pathetically bound to the bedposts by the pantyhose restraints.

"Satisfied?" I inquire.

"Certainly. Are you?" Robert responds.

"Well; maybe just a little constructive criticism if you don’t mind." I answer easily removing the pantyhose restraints and getting up off the bed. I pull down my slip and skirt; adjust them over my thighs and reach for my cigarettes.

I walk over to where my webcam is mounted on top of my laptop, strategically positioned to take in a widescreen view of my bed. I blow a kiss into the lens of the webcam and shut it off. I close my website down on the laptop and log off from the Internet.

"Well honey you were fifteen minutes late getting here; the punters on my website expect the show to start at nine p.m. sharp!" I chasten him.

"I couldn’t find the fucking key to the front door; I’m sure you said the third flowerpot on the left of the windowsill," Robert complains.

"Ok, but next time try to get started on time; and you need to be careful when you dry hump me like that. You nearly lost control and came all over me; which I actually wouldn’t mind, but the punters want to see me get a good fucking." I said

"Also, those pantyhose are the most pathetic bondage restraints. I know that you need the freedom to manoeuvre me around the bed and have me wank you and so on, but we need some more believable restraints. Also, maybe you could threaten me with a knife or something?" I went on.

"That might work," Robert answered, "I could use it to cut the crotch out your knickers before I fuck you; for a more dramatic effect," he smiled.

"And that’s another thing hun, you know I like it rough but that trick of pushing my pantyhose inside me wrapped around your cock is only ever going to happen again if you use twice as much lube!" I snap.

"I’m sorry sweetheart; I though you might like it for something different," he smiles sheepishly.

I walk over to where he is standing, still naked, and lean in and kiss him. I take his cock in my hand and wrap a stockinged leg around his as I embrace him. I whisper in his ear.

"And finally darling, I love you and I love your cock dearly; but you could lose a few pounds," I giggle into his ear and softly squeeze his hardening prick.

The End

 

ull of like minded people or couples and decided to give it a try.

They finally left and arrived at the bar/club. They went in to find a bustling environment, full of people chatting while music played at just the right level to hear it but not to drown out conversations.

They sat at a table and were drinking steadily for just under 2 hours, before each scanned the room for people they wanted to approach with their proposition. After much discussion and occasional arguing they were left sat alone until almost closing time when one of the barmaids came over to offer them one last drink.

With only the barmaid left as company, Keith and Linda decided to sit at the bar talking to her. They found out she was called Tanya, and she lived a little outside of town but was still very friendly and seemed equally as open minded as they were. Tanya was dark haired, a little shorter than Linda but with a slighty bigger chest of a 36D.

They discussed their situation about not finding the right person to join them when Tanya suggested to Linda that she give in and let him have another woman, and that she was free after finishing cleaning and locking up if they were interested.

Keith and Linda talked quielty to each other, agreeing it was a tempting offer, and Keith was more than happy to pay for them all to get a taxi to Tanya's place, he was after all about to get to have sex with two beautiful women.

After sharing a taxi to Tanya's place, they sat in her lounge area while their host brought more wine. They drank another bottle before Tanya asked Linda ot join her in getting into something more comfortable. They left Keith to get his mind racing at the thought of these two ladies stood together in lingerie.

Neither lady watched each other change, but admired each other after they had done so. They called Keith up as they both lay provocativly on the bed. He walked into the room to the best sight of his life, as they both stood and started to strip him down to his boxers.

As well as rubbing him all over, they were rubbing each others breasts and softly squeezing. Seeing them both doing this made Keith start to harden, as both Linda and Tanya looked down and smiled at his cock poking throught the gap in his underwear.

Keith laid his wife on the bed as he slipped off her panties and began to lick at her pussy, nibbling her clit occasionally. Tanya took off Linda's bra and began to play with her nipples, heightening Linda's pleasure as she gasped and sighed.

Tanya removed her own bra before moving around the bed to get in position to gently stroke Keith's member. She removed his boxers and began to wank him slowly. His cock was now fully erect at 7 inches and she licked at the head tasting his pre cum, while he continued to eat his wife's cunt.

After getting his wife to climax he stopped to take full pleasure from his cock now being greedily sucked by Tanya, easily taking all 7 inches into her mouth. Linda watched her man struggling to hold back his own orgasm, until he could no longer take it and shot his hot cum down Tanya's throat.

She pulled away licking her lips and complementing Linda on her husband's cock. She also told the couple that they should know something before they continued. Both looked on puzzled until Tanya explained the easiest way possible. She removed her panties slowly, as she did so her 9 inch cock sprang to life, released from its confines. Both Keith and Linda were shocked, confused, but equally excited.

Acting on one of his old fantasies, Keith moved forward and kissed Tanya softly letting her know it was ok. He moved down her body, kissing her breasts and upon reaching the cock, took its head into his mouth. He had never given a blowjob before but he tried immitating what his wife does and what Tanya had just done for him.

He knew he was doing fine, although struggling to get more than 5 inches into his mouth, when Tanya grabbed the back of his head and gently eased him further onto her cock. Linda lost some of her shyness, due to the amount of booze that had flowed before, and started to kiss Tanya and caress her ample busom.

Unable to take the pleasure Tanya pushed Keith's head even further onto her cock as she exploded into his mouth. He swallowed to arouse his curiosity and found that he didnt hate it. Keith turned to his wife only to see her continuing to kiss and fondle Tanya. He watched as his wife played with her own pussy with one hand while stroking Tanya's penis with the other.

Upon getting hard, Tanya moved Linda onto all fours and pressed her cock at the entrance of her dripping wet cunt. She slid in with ease and built up a steady rythym as Linda enjoyed every second, moaning loudly. Keith moved round to his wife's mouth and positioned his cock infront of her face as she greedily snatched at it and began to suck.

Linda continued to be fucked while sucking her husbands cock for some time before Tanya withdrew and joined Keith in front of Linda. Tanya instructed Linda to stop with her husband  lay down on the bed flat and finger fuck herself. As Linda followed the instructions, Tanya and Keith both tugged away at their raging boners.

Within minutes Tanya shot her load onto Linda's face and tits, shooting stream after stream of warm jizz. Seeing such a massive load, Keith couldn't hold his and also coated his wife in his own love juice.

As Tanya helped clean Linda up, she asked her about her submissive-ness and questioned f she ever wanted to be in charge. Linda agreed tha she had thought about it at times but it can sometimes be hard for a woman to be the dominant one without the use of bondage.

Tanya explained she had an idea and to go along with it.

They both re-joined Keith at the bed and resumed kissing and stroking each others naked bodies. Tanya suggested it was Keith's turn to get some action, as his face lit up with joy, thinking it was his turn for his wife's pussy or maybe her back passage, until Tanya reached into a draw and withdrew an 8 inch strap-on. She gave it to Linda and told Keith to get on all fours like his wife had done.

He did as he was told as Tanya began to lube up his asshole. Linda was ready as Tanya finished lubing up Keith and helped Linda guide the strap-on into his tiny wet hole. He let out a cry of pain at first as his wife slid the fake cock into him, but when the pain subsided he got used to it and found he was enjoying the sensation.

Tanya got up and began to stroke her long hard cock again, watching Linda take a more dominant role as she fucked her husband ass. Tanya offered her cock to Keith's mouth and he accepted willingly. His wife was definately enjoying herself as she began talking dirty, getting into her role as th dominant one, calling her husband her bitch and asking him if he  liked it.

Tanya got very aroused by Linda's new found dominant attitude and began to erupt as her hot cum shot down Keith's throat for the second time tonight. As he hungrily lapped up any excess cum off her cock, his wife continued pounding his asshole, whilst now reaching round and wanking his cock. It didn't take long for him to shoot his load from the intense pleasure of a hand job and being fucked.

His wife removed the fake cock from his ass and the three of them collapsed into a heap, panting and laughing at the fun they were all having, until finally they slept for hours.

In the morning, Keith woke last to find his wife using the strap-on to fuck Tanya from behind. His cock instantly sprang to life as he thought to himself, here we go again....

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