I am a 45 year old Married man with 2 sons who are 8 years and 12 years old and I work 5 Days a week in our local Bank.  In my spare time I like to get out and about with my wife and sons, either hill walking or out for a day in the countryside.

It was coming up to my older sons Birthday on the following Saturday and I was looking forward to taking the Family out for the day in the countryside.  The Day before my wife came to me and said that Stu did not want to go out on his birthday but that he wanted a Birthday Party instead and that she had agreed to it.  Not only that but had already made arrangements and had sent out invitations to the boys and Girls that Stu wanted to his party.  To say I was gutted is an understatement, there I was Looking forward to a great day on the hill with the wind in my face and now I would be stuck in the house with a crowd of Screaming Kids.  ARGHH!! My worst nightmare.

Saturday dawned and the Birthday Boy was running around mad and never noticed I was like a Bear with a sore head.  He opened his presents that we gave him and he was delighted with the Mountain Bike that we had bought him.  The afternoon zoomed in and before I knew it the Birthday Guests were arriving.  Most of them were Stu’s friends but there were one or two Brothers and Sisters of his friends, some were a bit older and some were a bit younger.  So there was quite a mixture of Kids aged from 9 years to 14 years and about 80% Boys and 20% Girls.

I kept out of the way most of the time and I did not have to do much as my wife had arranged for some of the Mothers to come and help out.  I was standing looking at the food on the table when one of the Moms saw me and shouted,

“Look there is Stu’s Dad, come on everyone grab hold of him and Tickle him.”

Before I knew what was happening I was jumped upon by at least a Dozen Kids of ages and I was dragged to the ground.  More piled on top of me and hands roamed all over and started to tickle me in lots of different places.  The only thing I could do was to tickle as many of the Kids as I could, I struggled and reached around bodies and tickled Boys and Girls under their arms and their necks and any where I could reach.  After about 5 minutes most had had enough but I was still being attacked by 3 Boys and one Girl.  Someone shouted that there was a new game going to start in the garden and for everyone to go outside.  The 3 Boys got off me and wet out and the last one closed the door and left me alone with the Girl who was sitting on my Stomach.

I looked at here and I realised I knew her, she was the Sister of Stu’s best friend and her name was Lucy.  Lucy I knew was a year Older than her Brother who was 12 so this made her 13 Years old.  I struggled up on one elbow and I asked her,

“Don’t you want to go outside and play that Pirate game with the rest of them”  She shook her head and said “No I think it is more fun Tickling you” So saying she twisted and started to tickle me all over again.  I did the only thing I could and I tickled her back and soon she was giggling so much she could hardly move.  She made a sudden move to get away from my tickling fingers and she was lying on her back and she did a back flip and landed facing the other way, but the result was that her skirt went over her head and all I could see was her Pink Panties.  She had slipped out from my hands and she lay there gasping for breath not caring that I could see her Panties.  I said to her “Do you give up cos if you don’t I will have to tickle you again”  Through Gasps of air she blurted out a NO so I grabbed her waist above her Panties and I gently squeezed her bare skin.  She lifted her head and looked down, smiled and lay back down again.  

Oh I thought and I started to softly stroke her skin above her panties and I played with her belly button.  Her breathing was getting quieter and I looked at her face and she was lying there with her eyes closed and with a small smile on her face.  I slowly let my hand slide down over her panties and down to the crotch.  When my hand touched her bare leg she let her legs fall open wide and I could see her slit faintly through the thin material.  I traced the outline of her slit through her panties and gently pressed and I played with her Pussy as I slowly traced my fingers up and down.  I could faintly whiff the aroma of light musk and as I fondled her Pussy through her Panties and I could feel that they were getting slightly damp. 

In the distance I could hear the squeals of laughter from outside as all the other Kids were playing Pirates and to my Horror that were getting louder.  So I stopped playing with Lucy’s Pussy and I flipped down her skirt.  I was just in time as just then in burst my youngest son and he in an excited voice said that the Magician was here and that if I wanted to see him I should go outside now, and he ran out again.  To be honest I don’t think he even saw Lucy who was still lying on the floor.  I was kneeling beside her and I put my arms under her and I lifted her so that she was standing.  She was so small that even though I was kneeling she was still smaller than I was.  I looked at her and said “ Did you like me tickling you like that”  She smiled and nodded her head, so I asked, “Would you like me to do that again?” She nodded and said “Yes, it gave me a warm feeling in my tummy and it felt nice”

“OK” I said, “If you want me to play with you and tickle you in that special way it must be our secret, can you keep a secret?”  With a Big Grin she Nodded her head and exclaimed “ OOO Yes Please”  I was smiling now and I lent forward and whispered in her ear “Good that is a deal then, we will keep this a secret just between us two and then when  we are alone we can have some fun.  But you must never ever tell anyone, do you Promise?”   Lucy Nodded her head again and whispered loudly in my ear, “I promise I wont tell anyone not even my Teddy”  I turned my head and I gently kissed her on her cheek and she put her arms around my neck and she gave me a Hug.  I stood up and took her hand we went outside to watch the Magician. 

After he had finished the party broke up and before she left Lucy came over to me and said that she had enjoyed the party and then whispered to me that she would sneak off school for a day if I wanted her to, so we could play together.

To Be Continued

Everything in my life seemed to be going perfectly. My husband and I were heavily in debt but it wasn't a problem. We both had good jobs and easily covered our payments. We were living well but still within our means. The only problem was that we enjoyed our incomes and didn't bank anything.

Things started going bad when my husband had an automobile accident. He couldn't work and his benefits soon ran out. We did have medical insurance but it didn't cover everything. I was still working and making enough to cover the bills so it looked like we were going to get through this set back.

At my job, Sally was very supportive while her husband Jim saw an opportunity to get something he always wanted, ME. Even though Jim was a bum he still exerted a lot of influence over Sally. If he didn't like someone he could easily convince Sally to get rid of them. I know because I saw it happen.

One day Jim came to me and expressed sympathy for the situation I was in with my husband. Then he reminded me about how much I really needed my job there. His eyes wandered over my body as he told me that. I understood exactly what he was implying. He walked away before I could tell the fat jerk to go to hell.

A week after that incident, I went in on a Saturday to make sure I had them ready for Monday morning. I had told Sally I was going in but no one else. I was only there for 15 minutes when I heard someone coming in the office. It was Jim. He acted liked he was surprised I was there. Then he sat down to talk to me.Â

It only took a few minutes before he got to the real reason he was there. He said that he had been talking with Sally about having an outside firm do the book keeping. Then he informed me that he could sway her decision either way. He knew that if I lost my job there I would lose everything.Â

I asked him what he wanted and he got a big smile on his fat face. He said "You can start by taking your blouse off". I started crying and said "You bastard" as I nervously began opening buttons. I felt helpless and humiliated. After I took the blouse off, he ordered me to hand him my bra. It wasn't enough that I had to take it off. I had to hand it to him to add to my humiliation. He had me strip to my panties and ordered me to stand. I stood with tears streaming down my face as he slowly pulled my panties down my legs leaving me completely nude.Â

I stood there for several minutes while he crudely fingered and felt every inch of my body. Before this, only my husband had touched me the way he did. The next thing he did was to tell me to lay over his lap. Then he grabbed my hair and pulled me into that position. He said he had been waiting for over a year to do this and began spanking me. He was hitting my rear hard and it hurt like hell. I was begging him to quit. He said that if I begged to suck his cock that he might quit. The pain was bad and I knew I was going to have to do it anyway so I said "Please let me suck your cock". I had to repeat it again before he stopped. Then he pushed me off and on the floor.

Next, I was made to open his pants and take out his cock. It was almost hidden under a roll of fat. I gave him his blow job. He came in my mouth after only a few minutes and ordered me to swallow every thing. I did. Then he wiped himself clean with my hair.Â

Jim stood up and gathered my clothes. He said he was going for lunch and I didn't need any because I already ate. He said he would leave my clothes in my car if I wanted to walk out by the busy road and get them. Otherwise he said he would be right back.Â

If you want me to continue the rest of this experience E-mail me at classroomb4@aol and let me know.Â

Jeanne         Â

There had been several unusual items in her Master’s suitcase when he came to visit, that had fascinated her, but he had told her she would see what they were used for soon enough and now she was engaged in the discovery process.

She was standing, loosely secured to a table by ankle ropes that allowed her to shift her feet, but not to move very far away from the table, her arms tied snugly behind her and a leather gag limited her sounds to animal-like cries of pain or pleasure. The source of such sounds, were her extraordinarily responsive nipples. She had discovered early on as a teen their sexual potential, but only recently has she learned their overwhelming arousal potential when they were in pain The dark pink tips were even now, swollen and stiff, and bent towards the side due to the thin while cords that pinched the base of each nipple tightly and then joined into a single strand trailing away from her toward the doorway where they ran over a pulley the then hung down weighted by a large steel hook on which hung 5 one pound weights.

She had been placed in this position to please her Master by causing her own climaxes and every 5 minutes that went by without her “climaxing sufficiently” – whatever that was supposed to mean, allowed him to increase the weight that had already forced her nipple to be stretched far beyond their normal confines and pain this caused was creating a cascade of wetness in between her legs. Secured to the tabletop was a large vibrator of the sort people bought to massage sore muscles. The large head was sufficient to cover the whole of her sex, but the table was markedly lower than her center of pleasure and when she stood straight the pleasuring head of the tool was some inches below directly under her sex but at a level just above her knees. To gain stimulation she had to squat down, but this required her to pull the weights upward suspended just from her tormented nipples. For some reason the idea of pulling on those sensitive tips herself was harder than the pain her Master inflicted and she inwardly flinched away from the idea. Twice she’d forced herself to move downward until her soaked sex had come in contact with the vibrator and both times she had cum fast almost instantly, but her clit was so sensitive after cuming no matter how much she wanted to she couldn’t endure continued contact and when she backed off the second time she knew, at least she sensed she had displeased him.

“You must learn to embrace discomfort!” he commanded.

Sara hung her head in shame. “Yes Master.”

“You’re just a worthless little cunt that needs to be punished and trained so you can do better; aren’t you?”

“Yes Master. I need to be punished for being such a worthless whore.”

“That is correct and I shall torment you for your failure until contact with that vibrating head is the least of your concerns.”

He pulled out a pair of adjustable steel nipple clamps with alligator jaws and black rubber covers over the serrated teeth. Placing them where she could see them he went behind her and soon she felt him pulling her buttocks apart and finding her anus. Shortly a smooth, lubricated item began penetrating her anally.

Never having experienced a butt-plug before Sara wasn’t quite such what it was or what to expect. The part that had entered her opening was small at first, but increased in girth rapidly until she was panting trying to accept the large penetration in her ass which her Master slid in and out going slightly deeper with each inward thrust her anus forced to dilate wider and wider until she thought she could endure no more without tearing when suddenly she accommodated the widest part and it slid forward, moving deeply inside her and her newly widened opening contracted happily about the large object’s thin neck, now carefully and solidly lodged in her sphincter. “Oh God!” she thought realizing for the first time that she was now covered in perspiration.

Master Thomas wasn’t done. A number of clothespins appear out of a cloth bag and one by one the Master encircles the areola with them each a tiny pinching pain from her breasts, each pain doing it part to further flood her already overflowing sex. She was so hot already, so ready to cum, she thought she’d go mad with passion and still he continued to build her further and further into arousal and pain; each going hand and hand with the other taking her further and further into the realm of submission.

Sara was gasping now with exertion and pain. Then he reached for the alligator clamps placing each at the very tip of her nipples. The pain was so sharp as the toothed clamps bit into her sensitive flesh that she literally danced about in her bounds crying out, muffled as she was by the gag. She had to do something and she quickly moved down to the vibrator a deep sigh of relief as the contact with her sex immediately took her mind off the pain and she built rapidly toward orgasm as she ground her responsive clitoris and labia against the large, rubbery surface of the huge vibrator. Somehow her sensation focused upon her tormented nipples as the sensation built rapidly toward her release when suddenly she went over the edge into orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure surged through her body and she sagged her groin pressing hard against the vibrator as the rode the receding waves of her climax when her body, shocked her by beginning to cum again, and then again, until she lost count her eyes shut a nearly continual moaning cry issuing from behind her gag as eh body literally shook as if physically shaken by the pleasure-filled contractions that now controlled her whole being. How long she endure repeated orgasms she didn’t really know.

She lost count of the pleasures after about her fifth climax but they continue for a very long time and she really didn’t notice them end until her Master was removing her gag and only then realized that everything on her nipples was gone and her pussy was extraordinarily wet and squishy. Her Master turned her toward the table retying her feet and she realized how very tired she was, but he was not done with her quite yet. She hoped she could endure.

The table had be altered she realized. The top was well padded with blackets except for one spot about halfway to the other end that held a shallow cookie sheet filled with crushed ice. Oh God, she thought, Master turns me on so much with ice I don’t know if I can take it. My body is already ravaged.

As she watched he reached between her legs and re-adjusted the vibrator using duct tape to secure it to the table top and angled upward then he went to his bag and got out his electric toothbrush and the toothpaste. Carefully wetting the brush he took a dab of paste and began systematically brushing her tormented nipples, areolas, and about an inch of the surrounding breast.

At first it was kinky and arousing to feel the fast moving brush on her nipples, but then the pain set in, the cool burning pain that re-ignited her pussy and sent a new flood of wetness from her eager vagina. First one and then the other nipple her brushed over a period of five minutes then her Master’s fingers began massaging the sensitive nipples that were already on fire, pulling them pinching them, driving the pain even deeper to her responsive nerves.

Sara was making animal noises of arousal now and the Master came to her with a hot washcloth and washed away the toothpaste but she knew from past experience the pain would continue for some minutes still. He then laid her face down on the table and tied her hands to the far legs. The ice was placed just right so both her breasts lie in the sea of crushed and freezing chips. She gasped the feeling so good and such a turn-on as the chips as first soothed the tormented tips and then as the cold penetrated, the nipples hardened, huge and stiff, while a deep painful ache set in. He was behind her now, removing the butt plug. It had been in for so long that it stretched once more to remove it hurting slightly, but nothing like the deep hurt from her breasts, the place that she loved to be hurt.

Now he was doing something between her legs, but not to her – to the vibrator she thought, then she felt it. He had placed some type of textured cover on the vibrator and large pad a tiny raised rubber nubs and now as her weight pressed her into the massager she felt scores of tiny ¼ inch nubs rubbing her most responsive areas like tiny fingers. At last felt the Master’ own hard organ, well oiled, he had positioned himself behind her and she felt the soft thick tip open her anus nearly as thick as the large butt-plug, his hot cock entered her anus working deeper and deeper while the new sensation on her clit sent her once more into orbit her mouth voicing her pleasure as if of its own accord in time with each thrust into her ass.

One thing about her Master he always lasted a long time and this was not exception as her worked in and out moaning with the pleasure her body was causing him especially when she climaxed and contracted about his manhood. At last after more than 20 minutes and God knows how many of her climaxes he pulled out and brought his organ from her anus to her lips and she gladly opening and accepted the hot steams to sperm, gulping to keep up and sucking him clean of ever once of his emission

He withdrew, slowly untied her, and carried her to her bed. She felt a warm towel drying her everywhere and then the delightful sensation of being naked and accepted in her Master’s arms, knowing she had pleased and pleasured him. Now she felt all loved and warm, as she lay down to sleep, content as his cock, amazingly already hard once again entered her pussy. She sighed drifting off as he used her, exhausted but content, fulfilling her sexual destiny as his slave. She had never been so violated, so hurt, so pleasured, and so completely used sexually, and she couldn’t wait for it to happen again.

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I followed her home and watched her over the next couple weeks, learning what her habits were, where she lived, what her name was, hell I probably knew more about her than I did myself. Diane was only 20 years older than myself, she always dressed like a slut and always shot down any man that hit on her. Thats okay she'll get whats coming to her and more.

Here she comes now, what this she bought a new outfit, I wonder how slutty this one looks?

She started to walk past my van when I jumped out and grabbed her I threw her in to the van and closed the door, she started screaming and tried open the door. I laughed because i had the child locks on. I jumped in and drove out to my cottage.

I dragged her into the house and down to the dungeon where she would be staying. I threw her bag in after her.

"Get changed slut. Your going to be my slave like it or not. I'm going to get something to eat"

With that said I left and locked the door behind me. I grabbed a bite to eat and had a shower.

Upon my return I found her dressed in a red mini skirt that just barely covered her ass, A black tube top that barely held her 34 C chest, and a nice pair of red fuck me pumps.

"Come here slave and let me get a better look at you."

"Forget it dead beat i'm leaving and you can't stop me"

"First off slave there is no way you can leave. Second YOU WILL CALL ME MASTER, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME SLAVE?"

she looked shocked that I yelled at her.

"I'M NOT CALLING YOU MASTER" She yelled back after a few moments.

With that I walked over and slapped her so hard that she fell to the floor. She layed there holding her face and crying.

"Now if you don't want me to hit you again then get up and stop your fucking crying slave."

She stood up "I'm not your slave you fucking bastard"

I smacked her face again, this time she was more prepared for it and didn't fall.

"Now appoligize slave"

"I'm not appoligizing to you asshole"

I grabbed her and put her over my knee. I layed ten good smacks on her ass. She was really crying now.

"Please stop. It hurts too much"

"Are you going to call me Master and do as I say?"

"Yes, I will call you Master and do as you say. Just don't hit me anymore"

"Well then, lets see how willing you are. On your knees slave"

She stared at me for a moment before dropping to her knees.

"Now pull out and my cock and suck it slave"

She slowly undid my pants and pulled out my now quite hard cock and started licking the head of my cock while slowly moving her small hand up and down my cock. She then took the whole length in her mouth, I started to moan.

I suddenly felt a lot of pain in coming from my sack. I looked down and saw that she had taken her mouth off my cock and grabbed my sack and started pulling it hard. I had almost passed out from the pain.

"I may be a slut but it looks like your going to be my slave."

I was shocked by the turn of events "okay you can leave just let go of my balls." I groaned.

She stood up and pulled off her skirt. revealing a cock that was bicker than mine.

"What the fuck?"

"You picked the right girl to try to rape, no start sucking bitch"

I just sat there staring, she then grabbed my head and moved it towards her. I opened my mouth and reluctently took it in. I could only fit about half of it in without gagging, although it was not enough for her, she forced my lips to the base. I started to gag and she let go i moved my head back and she slammed it forwards again. This time i didn't gag as soon. She kept slamming her cock into my mouth hard.

"Do you have any lube slave?" she asked me.

"Lube? no. What would I need lube for?"

"Sucks to be you" she said. She then pulled me up and spun me around. she took her cock and placed it against my anus.

"The spit you left on my cock will help, not by much though."

I ground as i felt her pushing against my anus. I didn't think it would enter.

I turned to laugh at her when she spit into her hand and rubbed my anus with it. She then tried again, this time my anus started to give way. It felt like she was trying to shove a house in there. She kept forcing her way in my virgin hole and held it there when she got to the base. By this point i was on the verge of crying.

"Oh come on now I can tell you like it, look how hard you cock is."

She started to pump my ass hard. I actually started to enjoy it and started pushing back against her.

"See I knew you liked that bitch"

With a popping sound she pulled out of my ass and told me to lie on my back. I did as i was told and she lifted my legs above her shoulders and slid her cock back into my ass. She was really pumping my ass. I reached around and started to finger her ass. She quickened her pace and shortened her breath.

I dreaded what was going to happen, but I couldn't do anything. She had me pinned. With a loud groan she shot her load deep in my ass. I could feel it burning in my ass, but i couldn't stop myself I came all over her stomach.

"Too bad you came. I would have let you have a go but it will just have to wait until later my slave"

With a grin she got up and left for the shower.

To Be Continued.....?

Another thing I realized shortly after that was that my uncle had his cock out of his shorts and was jerking it slowly with his hand. I watched it in facination and was surprised at how big it was. I had hardly ever seen an erect cock, and surely not as big as that one. My facination turned to excitement as I felt butterflies in my tummy begin to flutter around. I moved my hand down between my legs and felt that I was starting to become very wet. It was years since I began masturbating, so I knew very well the feeling of my wet pussy, and as I stood in the doorway, watching my uncle jerk off and people having hard sex on his computer screen, I started to masturbate.

My fingers rubbed on my little clit, and I moved a wet, finger up and down my slit as a woman sucked a big cock on the screen and got a huge load of sticky white stuff on her face. It looked awesome.

Then I had to retreat a little as I saw my uncle lean forward towards the computer and move the mouse around a bit. I was afraid he was going to turn around, so I hid beside the door for a minute, ready to run back to my room if I heard him walk towards me. But after a few seconds, I heard some moaning from the office again and moved to look through the slit in the door. Uncle had started another movie and was continuing to stroke his cock.

Now I was becoming very horny, and my pussy was dripping wet. My eyes went back and forth between the woman sucking cock on the screen and my uncle's hard cock beeing stroked. I started fantasizing about doing the same thing to my uncle as the woman on the movie was doing to the large cock in front of her, and I pushed the door slowly open, hoping it wouldn't make too much noise. It didn't.

I tip toed into the room, keeping my eyes on my uncles back, knowing there was no turning back now if he turned around. The woman on the screen swallowed the cock completely and I almost ghasped. Was such a thing really possible?

"Can I watch too," I almost whispered in my uncle's ear, and he jumped and turned around fast, trying to hide his hard cock in his hands.
"What are you doing up?" he stammered. "Go back to your bed." I could see his face turn completely red from shame.
"But I'm so horny," I answered. "And your cock looks so good."
I have never seen a man's eyes turn so big and round, and I took the opportunity to slip a hand down my panties and touch myself, looking at his semi-hidden cock in his hands. I saw his eyes dart down towards my crotch where my hand was moving up and down on my little pussy.
"I won't tell auntie," I promised. "I just want to watch with you - and to watch you stroke yourself."
I grabbed the other chair and rolled it over next to my uncle and sat down. He wasn't able to say anything but relaxed a little as I lifted my legs up and started stroking my pussy while watching the computer screen. He slowly started stroking his cock again and his eyes darted between my crotch and the screen where the woman was still sucking frantically on the big cock and swallowing the whole thing now and again.

"Can I touch it?" I asked, moving my hand towards his crotch.
"I don't think that's such a good idea," he answered, but as I reached the cock and touched it carefully, he moved his hand away a little to let me feel as much as I wanted. It felt soft and hard at the same time, and I saw a little, clear drop emerge from the tip of it as I let my hand wrap around his big shaft.

All of a sudden a big, white load went flying from the cock on the screen and landed on the blonde woman's face in jets - again and again, and i watched in facination - forgetting to move my hand on uncle's cock. I moved my other hand - the one on my pussy even faster, and all of a sudden I had an orgasm, biting my lip not to make too much sound.
"Did you like that," my uncle said.
"Oh yes - it was wild," I answered. "Wish I could do the same thing she was doing. Can I taste your cock, uncle?"
"Well, we've went this far," he said, "so I don't see why not."
"Great!"

So I threw off my t-shirt, exposing my small titties with my almost achingly hard nipples and went down on my knees in front of uncle's chair.
Remembering how the woman on the movie had done, I leaned forward and stuck out my tounge, starting to lick up and down his shaft. He moaned with pleasure and it made me so happy to know I could make him feel so good.
"Have you ever had a cock in your mouth before," he asked.
"No, but I really want to try it," I answered and closed my lips around the head of his cock. It jerked in my mouth and I couldn't keep it in. It jerked out of my mouth and slapped down on his tummy, so I grabbed it with my hand to try to hold it still as I tried again.
This time I managed to keep my lips around it as it jerked again, and I enjoyed the taste of it. It was like nothing I had ever tasted before, and I just wanted to have more of it. I let my tongue play with it a little and started to move my lips down his shaft as far at it went. It stopped against the back of my mouth, and I wondered how the hell that woman had managed to take it all the way into her mouth.
"Don't force it," my uncle advised. "What you're doing now is just perfect."
So I smiled and continued what I was doing and when my uncle told me to start moving my hand up and down as I was sucking it, I did as he said. The cock was rock hard in my mouth even though it was soft on the outside and I felt my that delicious fluttering in my tummy again as I could see how much uncle was enjoying himself. His eyes were fixed on my face and mouth as I sucked him, and his eyes grew bigger and bigger.
"I'm going to cum now," he said in a hoarse whisper and I supposed that meant he was going to shoot his white, sticky load. Remembering the movie, I pulled the cock free from my mouth, laid my head back and stroked the cock fast as I wanted to feel how it felt to have such a load on my face.

And uncle didn't disappoint me. His load shot out and landed straight between my eyes. It was warm and sticky, and when his other shot landed in my open mouth, I took the opportunity to taste it. Sensational! I must have had an orgasm right there and then, because I hardly remembered him shooting his load on my petite titties, but he must have, because they were soaking when I came to myself again.

"Thank you, uncle," I managed to say and smiled up at him. He was leaning back, had his eyes closed and was breathing hard.
"No thank you, sweetie. Now go back to bed before your auntie wakes up and notices us."

So I went back upstairs with my t-shirt in my hand and cum all over my face, tits and belly. I went to sleep with all this cum on my body, but not before reaching my third orgasm for the night.

I continued to lick her pussy lips while gently rubbing her clit.  She was moaning a lot now and her hands were rubbing my back and rubbing her own sides in arousal trying to figure out something to do.  I decided to move ahead and at the same time fulfill her need to take part.  I swung my left leg up and over her head so that I was now in a typical 69 position, but high above her face.  I didn’t want to force her too quickly so I continued pleasuring her, while just having my hardened cock well above her face.  After a few seconds I heard her tiny voice whisper “Can I touch you daddy?”  I stopped what I was doing so I could answer.  “Sure honey, do what ever you feel like” It took a few more seconds but I felt a tiny, furtive fingertip touch the head of my cock.  An electric shock went through me as I realized that my daughter was actually rubbing her finger through the pre-cum she had caused.  I thought if I went back to what I was going she would continue to explore.  I started becoming more aggressive with my tongue actually entering the unbelievably tiny entrance, while my hand explored the recesses of her beautifully tiny ass.  The scent and taste almost immediately I felt a tentative little kiss on the very end of my cock.  I slightly lowered my hips bringing my cock closer to her face.  The tip slipped slightly between her lips. I knew I would have to change position to keep myself from raping her little face.

I flipped myself around so that now we were face to face again.  “I’m sorry daddy, did I do something wrong?” she asked with her voice trembling. “No princess, I just wanted to kiss you and show you how much I love you”.  I leaned into her face and kissed her gently on the lips where I could still see the precum moistening her lips like some sort of little girl’s lip gloss.  I very slowly worked my tongue between her lips so that the tips of our tongues met.  She moved her tongue around mine in a shy dance.  At the same time I cupped her breast and gently massaged her nipple.  “Oh daddy, this is the best time of my life”.  I could only agree. I raised above her to straddle her

She had told me that we had a very long day ahead of us, so to get plenty of sleep..  I was as excited as a kid at Christmas, but I did my best to get a little sleep.

The next day I woke up bright and early and Tasha said that we had to go ahead and prepare the day's events.  Already awake were my mom, step-dad, and Jenni, my 16 year old sister.  It turns out they were all going to be involved in today's fun.

Tasha loaded us all into our van and headed out.  We drove for just a bit and ended up at the local baseball diamonds.  I wasn't 100% sure where she was going with this, but I trusted that she was going to make it all worth while, so we got out and followed her.

She led us to the biggest of the mensrooms in the whole complex, right in the middle of several large baseball diamonds all clustered together.  She pointed to a stall about half-way down the line.  When we opened it, there were the oh so familiar hooks and straps along with a hole on each side of the stall looking into the next stall.  We let my step-dad choose the two women's fate.  He told my mom to get her mouth up against that hole and prepare to be throated.  He then told Jenni that her little cunt was going to be open for business today.  Each of the women took their place without any other conversation.  We strapped them in and closed the stall door.  They knew they were to stay there until we came for them.

My step-dad was curious why he was with us if there were only two holes.  Tasha told him that he was the recruiter.  We couldn't count on just dumb luck to get their holes filled all day.  He would have to nudge some people in the right direction.  He was on board.  He liked the dirtyness of everything, and was glad it wasn't his holes for a change.  He even took the first position and fucked my mom's throat hard and fast.  I thought mom would pass out from that kind of a ramming.  He was really making sure that she knew what was ahead of her.  Just before he was ready to cum, he pulled out and you could hear mom gasping for air as he quickly changed booths and shot his load all over Jenni's available little cunt.  He was really ready to put on a show!  Her little bald cunny was now oozing with fresh cum.  It was really hot.  Even Tasha got pretty worked up and walked over to Mom's hole for a moment and leaned her juices cunt up against Mom's waiting tongue.  After a little bit of stimulation, she pulled away, savoring the frustration.

As the three of us were walking out of the mensroom we started to see some cars pull into the lot.  Perfect timing.  And as we walked towards the van we noticed people putting out signs saying "All-State Baseball Tournament".  Tasha had evidently known all along, but didn't bother to tell us until now.  There will be thousands of people here today, and even though there is more than one restroom, the one they're in is the main one, in the center of everything.  Who knows how many cocks they'll have inside them, even without my step-dad's help.

So Tasha and I leave my step-dad to begin his recruiting as we drive off for a nice breakfast.  We enjoy the nice calm morning, the whole time trying to put our minds off of what's happening to my mom and sister and just enjoying eachother's company.

After about an hour and a half, we've finished our breakfast, grabbed a shower, and we're headed back to watch a little baseball.

We head back to the diamonds and we see my step-dad standing outside of the door to the mensroom.  We watch for a moment as most every guy that walks by, he mentions the "Great free sex in the stall".  Some guys look at him in disgust, and some guys make a b-line for the stalls.  He tells them there's one available on each side and to help themselves as many times as they'd like.  If they ask who's in there, he tells them it's his hot girlfriend working out her cum fixation.  They have no idea that there's a 52 year old woman's throat on one side, and a 13 year old girl's hot little cunt on the other, but honestly, with an offer like that, who's gonna question it?

Since the people are flowing in nicely, I go in to check our progress.  Tasha has to stay outside since, after all, it IS a mensroom.  So I go in and slide into the one available stall.  I can hear my mother getting her throat absolutely abused, hearing the gagging and gurggling coming from the other wall, and in front of me is my sister's now well used little cunt.  It's got just a little bit of a gape to it and is slowly leaking cum.  It's a nice sight.  And to think, no one has a clue that the cunt they were just fucking is easily young enough to be their own daughter.  Hell, maybe they're fantasizing that it IS their own daughter..

Well, I was quite pleased with the progress so early in the day, Jenni's little girl cunt looked fantastic.  I heard a couple large gags and then a gulp or two, then the far stall door open, so I figured I'd take this chance and check on Mom's progress.  When I checked in on her, already her lips had a nice slimy coating of cum around them and they were a little puffy.  Turns out the baseball parents really like to fuck a face nice and hard.  I almost felt bad for her that she was showing those signs this early in the day, but really, if she didn't want it she wouldn't have got on her knees like a good whore when I was strapping her in.  I love my mom..

I took a moment to pop out my already hard cock and jam it down her throat.  Of course she didn't know it was me, but I was ok with that, she was going to take my cock just like any stranger's.  I wasn't going to take the full time to cum, I just wanted to enjoy making her choke me down for a moment.

I pulled out and let her catch her breath, then I exited the stall.  As I was walking out I passed a guy washing his hands and told him about the stalls.  I told him a nice tight cunt on the left, and a deep throat on the right.  He opted for a nice piece of pussy.  I can't say I blame 'em.

I left the bathroom and rejoined Tasha at my step-dad.  We told him to continue his good work and we were going to go watch a game or two.  He smiled and said "Gladly" and we were off to take in a little baseball.

After a while of watching we were getting a little bored, so we figured we'd check in again.  We walked passed my step-dad and he gave us an all-clear sign, so we quickly walked passed him and Tasha joined me hurrying into the restroom and into the stall with Mom and Jenni.  Jenni had obviously been crying and I was a little curious as to why, so I snuck out of our stall and into the connecting stall to see that someone had stretched her pussy nice and wide with a cock that was probably much bigger than she'd ever taken before, and she was overloaded with cum.  There was a lot of jizz rolling out of her little-kid pussy and down the wall.  I took two fingers of it back into the common-stall with me.  Once I was in there I pulled Mom's ass up, coated her asshole with the two-fingers of cum, and told my little sister to eat it.  She immediately forgot what she was crying about and dove right in.  Mom started to moan a bit, so I'm sure she was liking the attention.  Tasha even reached down below and started to finger Mom's clit a bit, really working her while Jenni had her tongue planted in her ass.  There was a lot of moaning, and it was getting louder and louder until all of the sudden her back arched and she made a gulping sound and the moaning stopped.

It turns out we picked a good time to check in on her.  She was getting a nice big cock in her throat while we were in the stall with her.  I decided to mess with her a bit while she was getting forcefully throat fucked and I knew she couldn't resist.  I took the opportunity to push not one, but three fingers straight into her ass in one hard thrust.  They had the leftover saliva and cum to help lube them, but it was still a lot of finger for not having warmed her ass up at all.  She moaned so loud that it probably would have been a squeal if she didn't have a throat full of hard cock.  She definitely wasn't ready for the invasion of her asshole, but I was three fingers in and she was gonna take it.  I looked over while I pushed in deep and Jenni was smiling really big at the filling of our mom's ass.  He thought it was pretty funny.  I told her that for laughing at Mom's discomfort, I was going to have to make her do a little extra work.  With that I took my cock out, jammed it into Mom's asshole in place of my fingers, also causing a muffeled moan, and then quickly jerked it out and shoved it so far into my kid sister's mouth that her nose was somewhat pushed to the side.  She started to put her hands up to back off a bit, but Tasha grabbed her hands while I continued to hold my cock in place very firmly.  Her eyes teared up has she was held in place to be my fuck toy for the moment.  I knew her breathing was blocked off for the moment, and I was pretty ok with that.

I held myself in there as she grunted and tried to free herself until eventually she slowly went to sleep.  Well, let me tell ya, there's nothing quite as hot as knowing that when she wakes back up, it will probably be due to a large cock hammering itself into her tiny little cunt.

Tasha just smiled at me.  God I love that girl.  She took one quick swiping lick of my Mom's stretched asshole, and we were heading back out.  A quick look to make sure the coast was clear and we were off for more baseball.

We had caught the next game right from the start.  It was a great game.  Lost of very impressive fielding as well as hitting.  This must be the teams in the finals.  The game actually was so exciting that it went into extra innings.  Not because they were low scoring, but because they went run for run for several passed the ninth.

So after 13 innings of probably some of the best baseball I've ever seen, it was getting pretty late and people were heading home.  There were several the stopped by the restroom on their way out, and we noticed that some took a very long time to come back out.  My step-dad seemed to have done his job quite well.

After everyone has left, and it's pretty much just the three of us milling around the park with our two lovely ladies inside, we decide to go release them from their bindings and congratulate them on a job well done.  As we head for the stall door, we decide the my step-dad deserves one more shot at the ladies, so we tell him that if he'd like, he can have one more turn before they get unbound, or if he thinks they've had enough for the day, then we'll just unlock them.

Well, in true form he decides to go have one more shot at my sister.  Keep in mind that even after a long day of getting used and abused by countless strangers she still IS a 13 year old girl, and his step-daughter to boot.  Well, we watch as he pulls out his big cock, lines it up, and plows it into her bright red cunt with no mercy.  He's been built up from having to wait outside all day and he was going to give it to her pussy with some force.  Well, the good news for her is that he's been built up for so long that he cums fairly quickly, pushing his fuck juice into the mixture that's already filling up her tiny little cunt.

At this point we decide they've done their job for today and we unbind them from the stall walls.  Mom's gloryhole is a mess with a puddle of cum on the floor from the few guys that didn't use the back of her throat as a cum receptical.  Her lips are bright red and very swollen.  She was obviously taking some very rough face fuckings.  It was very sexy.

We unhooked Jenni and brought her out and she was unable to stand for the moment, so we let her stay down on all fours for the time being.  Letting her legs regain a bit of movement.  At this time, I decided to turn the tables a bit.  I wrapped a quick t-shirt blindfold around my step-dad and told him to lay on the ground.  For his help for the day I was gonna let him eat Tasha's beautiful little cunt.  I told him that she was so turned on that it would be dripping with hot girl-cum for his tastebuds.

Once he was in position, laid out on the ground, with a big smile on his face, I changed it up a bit.  I had Jenni crawl over to him and straddle his face.  I reached down and grabbed the t-shit off his eyes just as she sat up, emptying all the collected cum out of her stretched open cunt and straight onto his extended tongue.  Then, in one swift movement, she sank down and pushed her swollen little pussy lips onto his face.  We told her that he was the last one to fuck her little aching pussy and she took the cue and ground on his face pretty hard, forcing him to swallow all that cum as well as her pussy juices that she was pushing into him.  It hit him very quick that his was the last load of cum deposited in her and he wasn't real happy about that, but we told him he should have been nicer to his little step-daughter's pussy.

After all the fun of watching him squirm as she ground onto him for a couple minutes was over, we were all going to clean up our various parts and get dressed, but it was late, and it was just us in the park, so we figured fuck it, and just walked to the car in various states of cum-covered nudity.

And in case you've ever wondered: Yes, it is very hard to get that much cum off car apolstry.

"You are one very naughty school girl," Davey groaned, and closed his eyes and relaxed, content to let Michele have control of the situation.

Michele found this empowering. Most of the men she had had sex with in Chelmsford had forced themselves on her or forced her into capitulating. Even when she had been playing a dominant role with the Warden she was not really in control. Davey was showing her the utmost trust by just lying there and allowing her to take charge of situation. She found she genuinely wanted to please him.

Michele stroked and caressed Davey’s engorged member, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes hard and fast. Davey expressed his appreciation with a contented smile on his face and with occasional moans of pleasure. He reached out and caressed her face with his fingers. Michele drew one of his fingers into her mouth and sucked on it; twisting her tongue around the digit.

Davey put his hand under Michele’s chin and gently bought her face to his. He looked longingly into her eyes and said,

"You are truly beautiful Michele," and then bought her mouth to his and kissed her tenderly.

The smokiness of the scotch they had drunk earlier had mixed with his sweet breath and she responded to his kiss. She kissed him harder and her hand started pumping his long hard cock in a steady rhythm.

Davey groaned again in the back of his throat and Michele gently lifted her lips from his. He sighed his disappointment; but not for long. Michele slid her stockinged knees along the floor so that she was positioned adjacent to his crotch. She lowered her head and kissed his cock. She kissed it all over leaving telltale smudges of lipstick on the shaft and head. She rubbed it against her cheek and placed the glans against her eye and batted her eyelashes teasing him with ‘butterfly’ kisses.

Michele was totally in control of the situation and was actually enjoying what she was doing to Davey. Not only did she feel empowered, she felt aroused; for the first time since she had been forced into becoming a transvestite she totally loved being a woman and pleasing her man.

She bought her mouth down to Davey’s scrotum and kissed and licked his balls, feeling him tense up and sigh at this new attack on his senses. Then she licked all along the length of his penis and finally took his member inside her mouth. She ran her tongue all over his glans as she commenced to gently suck and move her head up and down.

"Oh Michele you are wonderful," Davey whimpered.

"But take it easy I’m so close," he half complained.

Michele had no plans to take it easy; she was in control and wanted to make Davey climax. In her head she imagined him coming; then they would cuddle and caress until they were both sufficiently aroused and he would make love to her like a woman. She could hardly believe her own feelings but she wanted Davey to fuck her. My god she was changing! She examined her feelings and found that yes; she loved being a woman with Davey and she wanted Davey to want her. She didn’t try to analyse her feelings any further; she was too confused, she got on with her most immediate pressing need; to please Davey.

Michele clamped her lips around Davy’s now throbbing member and sucked hard and bobbed her head up and down as fast as she could. Davey started to convulse and Michele tasted the first beads of pre-seminal fluid and then the hot jets of his seed as his penis convulsed and shot streams of warm salty sperm into her mouth.

Michele kept up her hard and fast fellatio, swallowing his issue as it filled her mouth. In response to Davey’s climax she felt her own clitty harden in the silken purse of her panties. Slowly Davey started to relax as his orgasm subsided and Michele felt his organ begin to slowly deflate in her mouth. She took it out and rained kisses all over the cute member as it shrank back into flaccidity.

Davey reached out and gently assisted Michele up onto the bed so that she was lying beside him. He gently stroked her hair and softly kissed her.

"I think I’m falling for you Michele," he whispered in her ear.

"I think I’m falling for you to Davey," she whispered back and snuggled up closer to him.

They caressed and chatted easily with each other for a while until eventually they fell asleep in each others arms; like lovers.

Then – Crash! The door to the cell flew open and Eddie strode into the cell. Michele and Davey sprang to their feet; Davey taking a step forward in a defensive position to protect Michele.

"Just look at these two lovebirds would ya!" Eddie sneered sarcastically and reached for the scotch, gulping down a swallow.

"Fuck me Davey, I warned you about this bitch!" Eddie whinged.

"She’s fucking trouble mate; I don’t care what she’s done or said to make you all gooey over her. She’s more fucking trouble than she’s worth."

"If I could sell the bitch for a profit I’d get rid of her, but I ain’t even made the money I invested in her," Eddie went on, waving his hand at Michele as if she was just a commodity not worthy of consideration.

"She’s wonderful Eddie," Davey shot back.

"You just don’t appreciate a precious jewel when it’s staring you in the face," Davey continued.

"And I want her!" Davey demanded in a menacing tone.

Michele was stunned; she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Was Eddie’s best friend and business partner prepared to take on Eddie over her? She felt flattered but at the same time confused.

"If she wants me that is?" Davey looked deep into Michele’s eyes with a questioning look.

Michele was now totally confused. She knew that prisoners kept transvestite inmates as ‘wives’; in fact some of Eddie’s ‘girls’ were ‘married’ to inmates but continued to work in the brothel to provide money for their ‘husbands’. The more privileged inmates, the ones who really ran the jail, had full time transvestite partners; wives, who ‘stayed at home’ and lived with them in their cells.

"You’re fucking joking aren’t you Davey? You ain’t going to let this big arsed bitch get in the way of our friendship are you?" Eddie sounded astounded.

"No I’m not Eddie," Davey replied, "If she wants to move in with me I’ll see you right, but she stays with me; exclusively!"

"But only if that’s what she wants to do," Davey added this time turning to Michele and taking her hands in his and looking deep into her eyes.

Michele felt completely feminine; at that moment the remnants of her male alter-ego ‘Mike’ disappeared. She was a woman who wanted the man standing before her. She tried rationalising her feelings; being Davey’s concubine was a better prospect than being forced to work in the prison brothel; but deep inside she knew it was more than that. She had become Michele; she was Michele, and she wanted to be Michele all the time, and to be with Davey.

"Yes Davey," Michele’s whisper was barely audible, "take me home please; take me away from this place."

"Oh you fucking dopes," Eddie laughed.

"She is going to cost you heaps Davey," he warned; "You’re not getting her off me for nothing!" he insisted.

"Eddie you’re my best mate in this place and we go back a lot of years; we scratch each others backs and work the joint for a share of the profits; but if you keep talking about Michele like that in front of her I’ll fucking well smack you!" Davey retorted angrily.

Eddie laughed, "Ok, ok, don’t get your knickers in a twist! She’s yours; we’ll settle the price later."

"Michele, go and see Charlotte and Mabel and get them to move your things out of here into Davey’s cell in A block; I’ll clear the move with the warden tomorrow." Eddie said.

"And as wedding present you can keep the clothes, wigs, shoes and the rest of the stuff I bought you free of charge. I hope you will both be very happy," Eddie said half sarcastically.

"Now run along girl; me and Davey have business to discuss," he ordered.

Davey reached out and kissed Michele gently on the lips, "Don’t worry about him honey," he smiled; "get out of here and I’ll meet you in my cell in a couple of hours."

Michele walked out of her workroom for the last time that evening and didn’t bother to look back. She found Mabel and told her Eddie’s instructions. Mabel didn’t believe her at first and ran down to Michele’s workroom to see Eddie. She came back flabbergasted.

"Well I’ll be fucked," she said, "Good on you girl; now get out of here and me and Charlotte will bring your things down to A block," she smiled good naturedly.

When Davey finally completed his business with Eddie that evening he was considerably out of pocket. Michele had cost him plenty but he smiled as he walked back to his cell, two minders at his side, she was worth every penny. Besides he would soon make his money back with his other business dealings with Eddie; they both made more money than they could spend in this shithole. The only thing his money couldn’t buy was freedom; he had many years left to serve; but at least he would be happy and contented with Michele by his side.

Davey arrived at his cell just after midnight. His cell was actually three cells combined into a living area with all the modern furniture and electrical gadgets you could want, and a large bedroom with an enormous bed set against one wall. As he closed the door to his cell he noticed all the lights were out and the place was completely dark except for the flicker of candlelight coming from his bedroom. Davey stripped naked, kicked his clothes aside and strode towards the bedroom.

Michele was lying on the bed; surrounded by deep red satin sheets, her head resting on a mountain of white satin pillows. She was exquisite! Her hair was a sea of raven curls hanging down to her shoulders and her dark, heavily made-up eyes shone brightly beneath the fringe. Her full mouth a ripe red plum waiting to be kissed, and her rouged cheeks emphasised her sharp cheekbones and the elegant lines of her pretty face.

She wore a full length white silk nightgown thrown open and spread out on the bed like angel’s wings. A matching white bustier adorned her body, the garter straps clipped to white nylon stockings. He could just make out the triangle of white satin panties between her legs which were slightly spread apart; her feet were shod in white open-toe high-heeled sandals, her toes peeking out of the high-heels, her white stockings gossamer thin and stretched taught over her red painted toenails. She wore a pearl choker necklace, matching earrings and bracelets. She held out a hand and beckoned.

Davey strode towards the bed, his manhood erect before him, a rope of gleaming, clear pre-seminal fluid leaked from the eye, and Michele reached out and took him in a firm grip and pulled him onto the bed. She opened her legs wide and he knelt between them; neither of them saying a word. He bent down and kissed her passionately on the lips and she responded and moaned deep down in the back of her throat.

She still held his manhood in a firm grip as she slid herself underneath him and eased her panties aside with one hand and positioned his member at the entrance to her special place. She lifted her white nyloned legs up high and bought her calves up around Davey’s lower back so that her high-heels were high in the air and almost touching. Michele pulled up her lower body and at the same time guided Davey’s beautiful hard slick member inside her. They never stopped kissing. Michele rose up and locked her heels behind his back as Davey thrust forward so that she could force all of him inside her. They rode the waves of mutual pleasure slowly; Davey taking his time so that Michele’s orgasm would come at the same time as his.

He released streams of his hot seed deep inside her and she responded by rising up and holding him tightly against her as she emptied her own emission into her white satin panties. Michele could feel Davey’s hot spend lubricating his throbbing glans as it stimulated the sensitive organ deep inside her. Davey could feel Michele’s secretions saturating her panties, soaking through, warm and sticky against his lower belly. Their lips had never parted throughout their lovemaking. Davey begrudgingly drew his face away from Michele’s just far enough so that he could look adoringly into her pretty blue eyes.

"I love you Michele," he whispered.

"I love you too Davey," she whispered back. Michele smiled.

 

The End

            “Inappropriately?” asked Jessica looking down at herself.

             “I have been getting several complaints from the men today that they can not concentrate on their work because they are too busy staring at you in your provocative outfit,” her boss said. Jessica blushed a crimson red, realizing that maybe she was dressed a little too sexy for work. She had on a white button down shirt, and had undone the first three buttons so that when she bent over to get something, the men in her office got a nice view of her cleavage. Also, she was wearing a black skirt with stockings and black heels, and although the skirt she was wearing would have been short on any woman, her long, slim legs made the skirt seem like a micro mini. 

            “I’m really sorry,” said Jessica. “Would you like me to change?”

            “Actually I would,” said Jake with a sly smile spreading across his lips. “Right now.” Jessica looked at him confused.

            “What do you mean?” she asked, not quite understanding.

             “I mean I want you to take off your clothes right here, right now. They are not suitable for work.”

             “But, Mr. Earnhart-“ Jessica was interrupted as Jake got out of his chair, walked towards Jessica, and pinned her against the wall of his office.

            “Listen,” he said. “I am your boss and you will do what you are told. If you fail to comply you will be fired, it is as simple as that. And now you have failed to follow my demands so I will take matters into my own hands,” he said as he continued to pin the leggy brunette against the wall. He kissed her cheek, slowly making his way to her lips until she turned her face away from him.

            “Jake, I can’t do this,” she pleaded. “You know I have a boyfriend.” Jake ignored her comment, taking her face in his hands and turning it so that she was facing him. Still holding her face with his hands he forcefully kissed her on the mouth, his tongue aggressively lashing against hers. His lips slowly made their way down her neck, and he opened another button on her shirt revealing the black lacy push up bra that showed off her amazing tits. Jessica was helpless as she remained pinned against the wall while her boss ravished her body. He was 15 years older than her, so being at age 38, many of the women in the office found him extremely attractive. He had short light brown hair and piercing blue eyes, as well as an extremely built body. Although Jessica did have a boyfriend, she could feel herself growing wet and hot with excitement as she remained under the grip of his strong arms. He slowly undid the rest of the buttons on her blouse, kissing the top of her chest as he did so. He sure knew how to tease the hell out of a woman, and Jessica was feeling dizzy from the combination of excitement mixed with danger.

            After Jake had removed her shirt, he pulled down the zipper to her skirt and slid it down her long slim legs. Jessica now stood before him only wearing her black push up bra, black lacy boy shorts, and thigh high stockings paired with her heels. The sight alone made his dick throb, and all eight inches of his cock had sprung to its full length. “Get over there and lean across my desk,” he demanded, impatiently rubbing his hard-on that bulged beneath his pants. Jessica did as she was told, leaning her body across his desk so that her perfect round ass was in Jake’s plain view. Jake was extremely turned on as he stared at the luscious sight of Jessica’s backside, her cheeks peeking out from underneath her sexy panties. Jake walked up behind Jessica, kissing the nape of her neck as he slipped a hand underneath her panties, sliding his hand around until it was in the front. When he felt that her pussy was completely bare, Jake spun her around and kissed her roughly on the mouth. “So is this how your boyfriend likes your pussy? Completely bare?” he demanded, rubbing a firm finger back and forth on her clit. Jessica could barely answer, only eliciting a low moan from her pouty lips. “I didn’t hear an answer,” Jake hissed as he grabbed her hair and tilted her head back.

            “Ahh, yes he loves it bare,” she managed to get out in between whimpers.

             “Well I guess I better see for myself why he loves it so much,” he said and yanked her panties down past her ankles. “Mmm,” he said, nodding in approval. “Your boyfriend has very good taste.” Jake kissed her once more on the lips, slipping his hands around her back and unhooking the clasp of her bra. The bra fell to the floor, revealing Jessica’s perky, round 34 c tits. Jake wasted no time as his tongue danced circles around her rock hard nipples. He took one at a time into his mouth biting, sucking, and teasing each nipple until Jessica thought she was about to cum. Right before she could explode, Jake pulled away to focus on her tight, shaved pussy. He pushed Jessica back on top of the desk, making sure that her pussy was right on the edge of the table. He slipped one finger into her sopping wet cunt, going painfully slow and savoring the torture he was giving to her.

            “Please,” she begged, “go faster.” Jake decided to continue tormenting her and stuck another finger inside of her, still going at the painstakingly slow pace. She moaned loudly, running her fingers through her long brown hair and tried to move her body so she could fuck his fingers at a faster pace.

            “No, no, no, naughty girl. You need to go at my pace,” said Jake, pinching her nipples hard and inserting another finger into her. “I’ll tell you what…if you can stay extremely quiet while I finger you, I’ll give you the best oral sex you’ve ever had,” said Jake, reveling in the amount of control he had over her. She nodded quickly in agreement, embracing herself for the torture that was about to come.

            Jessica was a very sexual person and loved to make noise, so staying perfectly quiet while her tight little pussy got finger fucked was extremely hard. However, she somehow managed to stay quiet and like Jake had promised, he slid his fingers out of her dripping wet cunt and lowered his warm moist mouth to her completely sopping pussy. He darted his skilled tongue in and out of her slit, making her wriggle and squirm with pleasure and paying extra close attention to her clit. He licked and flicked his tongue over her clit, making Jessica lose control. She moaned loudly as her body shook from the intensity of her orgasm. One thing was for sure, Jake was right: he definitely gave her the best orgasm she had ever had, and even after she orgasmed she could still feel the intensity of it.

            She laid on the desk, trying to catch her breath, but Jake pulled her off, demanding her to get on her knees and suck him off. He couldn’t take it anymore, he needed to cum. Jessica licked up and down his whole length first, trying to get it moist so that she could fit his whole cock into her mouth. He shuddered immediately from the touch of her tongue, and he could tell that he was about to have an amazing orgasm. Jessica slowly took him into his mouth, flicking the head of his cock with her tongue as her hand wandered down to play with his balls. He groaned loudly at the touch of her hand on his heaving balls. Jessica stopped paying attention to his dick for a minute so she could suck on his balls, taking each one into her mouth and licking them in quick short movements. She then moved back up to his dick, trying her best to take as much of him as possible into her mouth. She licked up and down his shaft in long slow strides, until she felt that Jake couldn’t take it anymore. She increased her pace, deep throating as much as possible as Jake groaned with pleasure. He could feel all the tension building up as he grabbed her hair, forcing her to go faster and faster until he felt that he was about to cum. “Oh God, you…are…so…good” he moaned as his warm cum shot deep into the back of her throat, and watched as she swallowed every drop. “Oh my god, you are amazing,” he breathed, trying to regain control of his body.

            Jessica stood up to put her clothes back on, and with a smile said, “Good, does this mean I get to keep my job?” He nodded enthusiastically as he watched her get dressed and leave his office. This was one office meeting he definitely did not mind having.

Later that night at dinner my sister and I sat across from each other because of earlier that day. It was only my sister,my mom and me. My dad left us when we were little so we always had dinner together as a family. After we finished mom got a call from work saying they needed her to come in and cover a shift of someone who called in sick. So it was just me and my sister alone in the house. I was downstairs watching tv and my sister upstairs in her room. I got bored of the tv and decided to call my buddy Jack and see if he wanted to hang out. I picked up the phone and I heard voices. A conversation between my sister and her friend. She was telling her friend how she walked in on me masterbating and how much she liked seeing my cock. She said she always dreamed about what it would be like to sleep with me. My heart was pounding like crazy so I hung up the phone and went up to my room to go and think.

'So she wants to have sex with me huh' I kept saying to myself. Images and scenes of me and my sister raced through my mind. I could feel the precum coming from my erected cock. I jerked off to those wonderful images of me and my sister together. I was pretty tired so I decided to hit the hay. As I was about to get in my bed I heard a knock on my door. I said to come on in and there was my sister. She was acting very shy and I could see in her eyes that she wanted to see my cock again. 'Listen' she said. 'I am sorry I walked in on you earlier' said said. I told her to just forget it ever happened and she left.

 But then she came back and opened the door and quickly shouted out 'I dream about making love to you all the time'. My eyes just grew in surprise that she would just come out and say it like that. Freaked out, but feeling more confident I also admitted my wanting of her. We both laugh and then she came toward me. Closer and closer and then all of a sudden she kissed me. Her lips were so smooth and nice. I wanted more so I grabbed her body and brought her lips to mine again. We started to make out for about 5 minutes and then she reached for my boxers. She slid her hand down into my boxers and started feeling up my 7inch which was already hard. She pulled down my boxers and stared at my cock. She started to lick it which sent precum like crazy. She kept tasting my cum and saying 'ooo big brother your cum is tasty'.

 Then I was in heaven. She finally put my cock in her mouth and started to suck. She was sucking very well actually which also surprised me. After I cummed in her mouth and she swallowed every bit of it she got up and layed on her back on the bed now and she started to undress herself. She revealed beautiful double B tits and the most perfect pink nipples. I started to suck on them like there was no tomarrow. After a few minutes of sucking I worked my way down to her pussy which was already nice and wet. I teased her alittle bit by licking around her pussy and she really liked it and you could tell she really wanted me to eat her out. Thats when my tongue met her beautiful pussy lips. So juicy oh man how I was in heaven. After a few minutes of eating her out I could start to taste her cum. 'So very tasty' I said to her and she moaned. I thought it was time to fuck her pussy so I stood up and pulled her body closer to me. She was freaking out alittle bit and was worried about my size, but I told her it will only hurt for alittle bit then it gets better. I shoved my cock in her in a fast motion and she screamed. Moing my pace up she started to moan and saying say wanted it more and faster. I did as I was told. It only took a matter of a few minutes to make me cum inside my sisters tight pink pussy.

 She got up and started to suck my cock again and she wanted to taste her own cum as well. Oh how that night was amazing. My fantasys finally came true. We finished up and we got dressed and she went to her own room and I went to sleep. From there on end whenever I came home and my sister was there and mom was at work. We would fuck like animals and my sisters is an amazing lover.

The predator had defiled five women so far, all sophisticated, attractive and well dressed ladies in their forties or early fifties. He made a point of that; that they be dressed attractively. He had been known to make his victims get out of bed and apply makeup and dress in their finest lingerie and eveningwear before he spent his time playing his sordid games with them. Some victims reported that he made them parade before him wearing differing ensembles until he was satisfied with how they looked before he ravished them.

The predator had arrived at his current destination by sheer luck. He usually followed his intended victim for a few days, and then planned his attack when he was sure that the victim was alone in her home. Tonight he was returning from a bar and decided to cruise a well-to-do neighbourhood just to see if there was anything special that might be worth following up. He was slightly drunk and stopped his car next to an alleyway separating two townhouses so that he could relieve himself. He ducked into the darkened alley to urinate when he noticed the shadow on blind. The silhouette on the blind was unmistakeable to a predator of his kind; a woman either dressing or undressing; her movements and mannerisms playing out like a shadow-puppet on a movie screen. He couldn’t help himself; he had to see what might be on offer here. When he had splashed the last of the hot stream of his urine against the wall he climbed up onto a garbage bin hoping he would be able to see more through the window.

The predator was in luck and managed to secure a position where he could see through a chink in the blind where it had not been fully extended. The view provided by the chink took in half of a woman’s bedroom. He could see most of the bed, scattered with lingerie and women’s clothing lying in a heap, the coat-hangers still attached to the skirts, blouses and jackets. There had to be at least six outfits lying on the bed surrounded by the small piles of assorted lingerie. He could see a dressing table littered with makeup, perfume bottles, jewellery boxes and the sundry items that women seemed to be unable to do without in their endeavours to look attractive. A wine glass, half full of red wine was set to one side. A small shelf above the dressing table held three wig stands. A blonde bob sat on one wig stand and a black long haired wig sat on the second; the third wig stand was bare.

The predator was pleased to see that this woman had such good taste in clothing and obviously looked after herself. The mountains of lingerie, makeup, jewellery and the wigs bespoke of a woman who was most attentive to her appearance – the sort of woman he fantasised about.

The predator allowed his eyes to consume the sight before him. The woman presented herself sideways to him, sitting in front of the mirror at the dressing table making final adjustments to her appearance. She looked to be in her early forties, solid but not fat, and dressed just to his taste. His eyes started with her face and worked their way down her body. Straight brunette hair hung just to her shoulders, the fringe framing her heavily made-up eyes; her cheeks were rouged, her lips full and painted plum red. A glint of light betrayed the simple sparkling earrings that undoubtedly matched the diamante necklace around her neck. She was wearing a black nylon full-slip, the rise of her small breasts emphasised by the tight bodice, the laced hem of the slip resting on her sleek nyloned thighs just above her knees.

The predator liked the way her taupe stockings glistened in the lights from the makeup mirror. Her hands slid down one leg, her fingernails painted a matching plum red to her lipstick, and adjusted her stocking; pulling the sleek nylon taught on her shapely leg and momentarily disappearing under the hem of her slip as she adjusted the clip on a garter strap. The predator shuddered. His eyes continued down her leg and lingered on the black, patent leather, open toe high-heels and he caught a glimpse of her painted toenails on display, encased in the gossamer of her sheer stocking, as she waggled her foot back and forth back as the admiring her own pretty foot. She stood, and then advanced towards the bed presenting herself front-on to the predator.

The predator took in the whole visage of the woman that he had now determined was to be his next victim. Mature, attractive, heavily made-up, tall and well built; she was just to his taste. If he had not spent the evening in the bar and was in a sober frame of mind he might have been more cautious, but the sight she unknowingly presented to the predator sealed the woman’s fate. The predator slid silently off the garbage bin on which he had been standing and made his way back to his car. He scanned the street and saw no one. Most of the lights in the adjoining townhouses were out and the street was quiet. He checked his watch: 11:30pm, perfect he thought, and reached into the back seat and took out his burglary tools. Fuck the risk! He had to have her. Now!

Michele sat before the makeup mirror twirling the wine glass in her fingers watching the light sparkle in the red Shiraz. The dark red wine matched the colour of her fingernails and she briefly giggled to herself at the complement. She was slightly drunk from the half-bottle of wine she had already consumed and she set the wine glass down carefully and began to add the final touches to her makeup.

Michele was actually Michael, a divorcee in his mid forties who lived alone and had come to transvestism late in life after suppressing an urge to crossdress for most of his adult years. Like most crossdressers he had urges to dress-up and become a woman for short periods of time and often dressed in his wife’s underwear when she was away. After an amicable divorce some five years earlier, Michael now transformed into Michele whenever it pleased him to do so. Living alone and having the privacy to dress when it suited him, he had developed the persona of Michele over a period of years.

Michele’s male alter ego had fought a battle with his weight for most of his life and he had allowed himself to balloon out during the later part of his marriage. When the opportunity to fully crossdress whenever he felt like it presented itself, Michael decided he didn’t want to look like a middle-aged frump. He dieted and exercised until he could eventually fit into a size 16 and some times even a 14; a great effort given his large frame, and he now carried very little fat.

Michele had acquired an extensive wardrobe, first at opportunity shops and later at larger specialty shops; insisting to the shopkeepers that he was buying the clothes as presents for his wife. Lingerie was easy to buy as it is never considered unusual for men to buy nice underwear for their wives or lovers.

Michele bought his first pair of women’s shoes from an opportunity shop and once he knew his woman’s shoe size he purchased many styles of high-heeled pumps and sandals; again insisting to inquisitive shop assistants that they were presents for his wife. He sometimes had the boxes gift-wrapped to maintain the façade.

Michele had dabbled with his wife’s makeup with various degrees of success and failure during the years of his marriage and easily obtained all the makeup he needed by purchasing a couple of complete makeup kits ("its for my niece’s birthday; she’s just turned thirteen") and then simply added to his makeup collection by throwing any item he desired in with the week’s groceries; no one ever questioned him at the checkout; husbands just picked up whatever their wives had written on the shopping list after all.

Michele could purchase women’s jewellery easily of course, but his biggest problem was how to get his hands on some nice wigs. The problem was solved when he was sent to a large city interstate on a business trip where he visited the part of town frequented by the gay community. Here a sympathetic old lady in a wig shop who was used to dealing with ‘his kind’ helped him pick out and try on three different styles and hair colourings. He purchased the wigs and then went into another ‘specialty shop’ where he bought breastforms in two sizes.

Michele loved being Michele; Michael transformed into her at every opportunity and spent most evenings and weekends dressed and fully made-up. More and more often though he had been fantasising about taking his transvestism a step further; whenever he was dressed as Michele he became aroused, he always had, but for the last year or so he had fantasised about being with a man. He did not consider himself gay; in fact when he wasn’t Michele his sexual fantasies revolved around women; but when he was Michele he wanted to be with a man or to have a ‘lesbian’ encounter with another transvestite.

Michele was terrified that her secret life would be exposed. When dressed she kept the doors locked, the shades closed and never answered the door. Although she had become adept at applying makeup and dressing en-femme, and she believed that she made quite an attractive mature woman, she would never dream of going out dressed as Michele. She contented himself with reading books and looking at magazines and movies where transvestites had hot sexual encounters with each other and with male admirers. Although masturbation bought relief, Michele longed for ‘the real thing.’ She was thinking a lot lately of either placing a discreet ad in some of the sex shops she visited or advertising her availability in a contact magazine or in some of the internet chat rooms she frequented.

Michele was not aware that she was about to have her first encounter tonight, nor that the Predator would be her first man. The Predator was not aware that the woman he lusted after, as he spied on her through her bedroom window, was in fact Michele; a transvestite.

Michele had opened a nice half-bottle of Shiraz earlier in the evening and then poured herself a warm bath. She painted her toe and fingernails and allowed them to dry and then poured herself a glass of wine and stepped into the steaming, scented water. She spent a luxurious hour soaking, during which she had shaven her legs and chest and closely shaven her face. She had also drunk three glasses of wine.

Michele towelled herself off and carried a full glass of wine from the ensuite bathroom into her bedroom where she sat at her dressing table and looked at herself critically in the mirror. She was showing her age but was still respectable and with the magic of makeup would soon be transformed into a presentable, if slightly sluttish, middle-aged woman. She giggled to herself and realised she was slightly drunk.

Michele went through the labour of applying her foundation; she had a product from Max Factor which closely matched her skin colour but covered up the few scars and blemishes that she had acquired during in her life. Next she liberally coated her face and neck with face powder one shade darker than her foundation; she now had the blank canvass she liked to achieve prior to applying the rest of her makeup. She loved this next part; the application of colours and shading which changed the whole look of her face from bland maleness to feminine fox. She giggled again and took a gulp of wine before continuing.

Michele applied her eyeliner next. All the books and magazines in which she had read makeup tips said you should do this later but Michele had learned that this was the hardest part of applying makeup and if she screwed it up (which she often did, especially after drinking), she could wipe the eyeliner away, apply more foundation and start again without ruining her eye-shadow and mascara. The eyeliner was applied liberally to her upper and lower eyelids, from the inner corner of her eyes to the outer corners, gradually thickening the line as she went. Having achieved the desired result she looked for a suitable palette of colours for her eye-shadow.

Michele selected a pale blue which she applied to her eyelids and then blended it into a shade of dark pink which she brushed onto the upper part of her eye sockets and right up to her eyebrows. She wished she could shape her brows but that would be too noticeable to her workmates, family and friends so she just kept her brows neatly plucked. Next she rouged her cheeks to define the lines of her cheekbones. She used more rouge and eye-shadow than is the fashion nowadays but she preferred the more colourful makeup styles of the eighties over the current subdued ‘less is more’ look.

Michele next applied a light coating of ‘skin-glow’ face powder all over her face and neck to set the makeup she had already applied and to give her face a subtle radiance. She carefully brushed lashings of mascara onto her lower and upper eyelashes. She knew from painful experience that if she put too much mascara on her lashes that it would congeal and look unsightly; even worse it could end up ruining her eye-shadow or face makeup if globs of the mascara came loose from her lashes. She did like to wear lots of mascara though and found a Maybelline product that did not clot and was easy to apply.

Michele took her time putting on her lipstick. Having completed the rest of her face she didn’t want to ruin the effect with a sloppy job. She took time to line her thin lips just outside her lip-line so that her lips would seem fuller; she also knew that the wine she had drunk was having its effect and realised that caution here would save her tears of frustration if she slipped and made a mess of her lipstick. The colour was a deep plum red and matched the nail polish that she had painstakingly painted on her toe and fingernails prior to her bath.

Michele reached up and studied the three wigs sitting on their stands. ‘The brunette,’ she thought to herself and lifted the wig from its stand. She brushed the wig with the special brush that she been advised to purchase by the nice old lady who had sold her her wigs. She started her brush-stokes at the extremities of the hair and worked her way up to the crown, admiring the sheen of the artificial hair. She positioned the wig on her head and adjusted it so that her fringe was straight and hung level with her eyebrows.

Michele looked in the mirror and admired her transformation. ‘I look quite attractive’ she thought; ‘I bet Michael would like to fuck me’ (she giggled to herself at the absurdity) and reached for her wine glass.

Michele went to the closet located on the right-hand side of the bedroom; Michele’s closet. The closet on the left was Michael’s closet and contained his suits, shirts, ties and boring male underwear, socks and shoes. Michele’s closet contained the soft, luxurious, feminine attire that so excited her. She rummaged through the lingerie draws and threw a pile on the bed; next she took down half a dozen ensembles and threw them in the centre of the bed amid the strewn underwear. It looked like a messy, awkward way to select an outfit but it worked for her. She would often get nearly fully dressed and then change her mind and she had found over the years the best method for her was to take a selection of clothing and throw it on the bed and then once she had finished dressing, put away whatever clothing she had decided not to wear.

The predator at this time was just leaving the bar having been unsuccessful in locating a suitable woman as his prospective next victim. He had drunk more than usual, and frustrated at not finding his next target, stumbled to his car and took off towards the better part of town to prowl for a fitting quarry to stalk.

Michele tore open a packet of cheap flesh-toned sheer to the waist pantyhose. She wore pantyhose as a foundation garment to help flatten her tummy, hold her male genitalia out of the way between her legs, and to help cover the small nicks and varicose veins on her forty-year-old thighs and ankles. She felt a small tingle of excitement as she smoothed the pantyhose up her legs and over her tummy and buttocks. She carefully manipulated the sheer toes around her painted nails ensuring she didn’t ladder the cheap hose.

Michele selected a pair of red nylon full-cut panties from the midden of lingerie on her bed. She stepped into them and slid them up her nyloned thighs, savouring the rustling sound of nylon on nylon. She adjusted the waistband on her hips so that the cute little lace bow was centrally located below her belly button. Michele could not understand the modern woman’s obsession with thong panties; they were uncomfortable and unflattering on women of her solid build. Besides she liked the way the tight nylon panties caressed her buttocks.

Michele next chose a black satin garter belt; her mother had called them ‘suspenders’ she remembered. She clipped the garment together and stepped into it carefully pulling it up her hosed legs and over her panties so that it sat snugly around the bottom of her waist. She carefully adjusted the garter straps ensuring they did not snag her pantyhose.

Michele decided on a matching black satin bra, again clipping the fastenings at the back of the bra together before donning the garment. She giggled yet again when she thought about all the troubles she had had as a young adolescent Michael attempting to undo his girlfriend’s bra so that he could caress her budding teenage breasts. She took another sip of wine and pulled the garment over her head, adjusting it on her chest in the mirror and straightening the straps on her shoulders. She had breastforms if she wanted to use them but this bra was slightly padded and with her ‘man boobs’ gave her a pleasing if subtle cleavage without being overly busty (although sometimes, when she was in the mood, she liked to stuff her bra with the largest set of breastforms she had and parade around like Mae West).

Michele dithered over which stockings to wear; it would depend greatly on which ensemble she finally decided upon. Should she wear black, grey, taupe, flesh-toned; fully fashioned, Cuban heeled or sheer toe? She had so many pairs! She settled on a pair of high sheen taupe lace tops. She loved the way they emphasised her shapely legs, and with the flesh toned pantyhose underneath the stockings, her legs would look magnificent. Michele thought her legs were the best part of her body. She slid the stockings on and connected the clips on the garter straps to the lacy stocking tops. She reached for her jewellery box and selected faux diamond earrings and a matching pendant necklace. As she clipped the earrings to her ears she lamented the dearth of good quality clip-on earrings. She dare not pierce both her earlobes as it would be too noticeable to others.

Michele went back to her closet and selected a pair of black, patent leather, open toe high-heels and placed them beside the chair next to her dresser. She chose a black nylon full-slip from the mess of lingerie on the bed and pulled it over her head being careful not to ruin her makeup or hair. She smoothed the garment to her body, the tight bodice clinging to her breasts and hips and the skirt flaring around her thighs, occasionally sticking to her stockinged legs because of the static electricity. She loved the feel of the lacy hem; like butterfly wings brushing on her thighs.

Michele sat down in front of the dressing table and slipped her feet into her high-heels; although a size eleven her feet were not grotesque because they matched the proportions of her body. After all she was a small size eight in men’s shoes and her feet were considered quite small for a man. She turned her chair sideways to the dresser so that she could adjust her stockings; she pulled the sleek nylon taught on her shapely leg and her hand disappeared under the hem of her slip as she adjusted the clip on a garter strap. She waggled her right foot from side to side, admiring her own pretty feet in the high-heels and appreciating the gleam of the lights on her high sheen stockings. Little did she know that she was not the only one admiring her legs and feet!

Michele stood and advanced towards the bed to select an ensemble for the evening. She finally decided on a white ‘Carla Zampatti’ A-line skirt and a mauve satin long-sleeved blouse she had purchased from Supré. She always wore long sleeved blouses or jackets because although she kept her fingers and the backs of her hands free of hair, she could only lightly shave her arms with a beard trimmer. Her tanned arms had only a light sprinkling of fair hair but she felt that fully shaving them would be too noticeable when she wore T-shirts and Polo’s when she was Michael.

Michele donned the blouse, fumbling with the buttons; she was still not used to them being on the opposite side to men’s shirts. Then she stepped into the skirt and pulled it up around her waist, tucking the blouse into the skirt and closing the zipper at her waist. She went back to her dresser and mooched through the jewellery box and decided upon two matching silver bracelets for her left wrist and a silver amulet set with a large black opal for the right. She slipped a matching opal ring set in silver on the ring finger of her right hand and a diamante ring set in white gold on her left ring finger.

Michele pushed her hands out before her and admired the effect of the jewellery against her slim wrists and her plum-red painted fingernails; she had taste she thought, but she still projected that slightly sluttish style she favoured. She looked at herself in the mirror and was pleased with the result. She twirled around and admired her ample but well-proportioned bottom; the A-line skirt was a snug fit. She drained her wine glass and tottered on her high-heels as she started from the bedroom to the kitchen to open another bottle of wine. She was drinking a lot lately; but what did she care? As long as she kept her weight in check; it’s not as if she had a boyfriend to keep sober for. She sauntered down the hallway towards the kitchen, her heels clicking on the slate tiles as she did her best vamp imitation, swinging her buxom sexy bottom from side to side and giggled to herself again.

The predator had let himself in easily through the kitchen window whilst Michele was making the final adjustments to her clothing in the bedroom. The kitchen window looked out over a small garden, dark at night, and well hidden from the main road; the lock was cheap and easily defeated. The predator was silent as he climbed through the window and dropped soundlessly to the tiled floor; he’d had plenty of practice after all. He heard the clatter of high heels on the tiles and a little giggle from the hallway. ‘Oh this bitch would not be giggling for long!’ he thought, as he hid behind the opened door that led into the kitchen from the hallway.

The predator quietly lowered the bag containing his burglary kit to the floor and reached inside it to take out a gag and a pair of handcuffs. He didn’t like using the gag on his victims because it ruined their lipstick and distended their faces. He liked to look into their pretty faces while he did things to them, and once they learned resistance was futile (and they all learned that lesson pretty quickly) he liked to kiss them. The woman who had excited him enough to risk what he was about to do had affected him strongly; he wanted to take her as soon as possible, his member was so hard that it was uncomfortable in his pants. He would take her quickly in the kitchen and then they could retire to her bedroom for the rest of the evening’s entertainment. he thought to himself.

The predator heard her high-heels getting louder now as she approached the kitchen door and his drunken mind reflected on his last glimpse of her before he had jumped down off the perch outside her bedroom window. Her heavy makeup, the black nylon slip in contrast to her sheer taupe stockings (he preferred women who wore stockings instead of pantyhose), and those shiny black open-toe high heels. He would take her fully clothed, right here in the kitchen; he would take her in such a way that she would know he was in charge and that resistance was futile. He would take her in a way that a woman of her breeding had probably never experienced before.

Michele walked into the darkened kitchen and headed straight for the wine rack above the breakfast bar. She didn’t bother turning on the light as the light spilling in from the hallway was ample for the task; besides she hadn’t closed the curtains in here and even though her kitchen window was not in open sight of the road she was still paranoid about anyone seeing her dressed en-femme. She was thinking of whether to open a bottle of Shiraz or merlot when she felt herself being pushed heavily from behind and she collided heavily with the kitchen table.

The predator pounced on her when she was halfway across the room. He used his weight and strength to propel her towards the kitchen table. She was a big woman and he was taking no chances; as she crashed into the table he pushed her shoulders down and pulled her hands up behind her back and clamped the handcuffs on her wrists. He lifted his knee and slammed it into her well proportioned behind to hold her against the table and pulled up on her cuffed wrists. As expected, she pushed her upper body upwards and back in an effort to escape, but this only assisted him. As she rose up and gasped, a prelude to either to a scream or cry for help, he pulled the ball bag over head and into her mouth, securing the straps tightly around her neck. He now had her where he wanted her.

The predator pushed down on her shoulders so that she was bent over the kitchen table. In the dim light he could now see her mauve satin blouse and the white A-line skirt; subconsciously he approved of her style, he loved it when they dressed nicely for him. He wasted no time. The predator kicked her heels apart so that her legs were spread as far as the tight skirt would allow and released one of his hands from her cuffed wrists and undid his flies and released his erect organ.

The predator was extremely aroused and he could smell the stale alcohol on his own breath as he panted in excitement. He reached under the woman’s skirt with his free hand and grasped the waistband of her panties and yanked them down. He was puzzled when her panties came to an abrupt halt at the top of her thighs and then he realised that she was wearing her garter belt over her panties and because of this her panties could be lowered no further without releasing the clips on the garter straps attached to her stocking tops. It didn’t matter, her panties were down far enough for him to carry out his intentions.

The predator stepped in close between her splayed high-heeled feet; his crotch close to her buttocks, one hand gripping her handcuffed wrists and pushing her body down hard on the kitchen table, the other hand under her skirt pulling her panties down so that they bunched around her thighs. He bought his free hand out from under her skirt and spat in the palm of it; then he spread the glistening spit over his tumescent penis, ensuring his glans was completely lubricated.

The predator lifted the woman’s skirt up and thrust forward. His cock came up against a membrane of sheer nylon, and for a moment he couldn’t figure out what had happened. Was the silly bitch wearing two pairs of panties? Then he figured out what was preventing him from reaching the object of his desire; it was the gusset of the woman’s pantyhose. The dumb cunt was wearing pantyhose under her stockings! Why the fuck would she do that?

The predator took no time to try to answer these questions, he was now so stimulated that he was close to climax. He pushed forward with his hips and felt his member force the nylon membrane of the pantyhose into the crease between the woman’s buttocks. He pushed harder still and felt his glans nestle into the woman’s anal bud, her silken hose wrapped around the sensitive head of his penis stimulating it into bringing forth a trickle of pre-seminal fluid; the clear liquid combining with his spittle to further lubricate his member. He grunted and pushed forward with all his bodyweight and actually felt the heavy table move an inch or two as he thrusted.

The predator felt his iron hard cock tear through the gossamer thin pantyhose gusset and then slam against the woman’s tight sphincter. His cock paused briefly at her resisting puckered entrance, then his weight and the lubricant did their job and his shaft slid slowly and steadily inside the woman’s tight back passage. The Predator’s crotch slammed hard against the woman’s soft round buttocks and his scrotum rested in the silken purse of her bunched panties stimulating him to extremis. He ground his crotch in a circular motion against the woman’s lovely soft arse and pulled her back hard against him and unloaded stream after stream of hot semen into her tight channel.

The predator howled and shuddered as his orgasm shook through his body; he ground his hips harder against her and stimulated his scrotal sac by rubbing it against the silken gusset of her pantyhose. His climax over, he pushed the woman forward and pulled back from her. He watched in awe as a trickle of semen seeped out of her and ran down her thighs, staining her stocking tops and pooling in the crotch of her panties. He had only just started with this bitch; he was going to have some fun tonight!

Michele lost all thoughts of red wine as she was propelled forward and slammed hard against the heavy wooden kitchen table. She was confused as to what was happening; her thought processes slow and fuzzy because of the wine she had drunk. She realised a stranger was in her house and that she was being pushed down across her own kitchen table but couldn’t figure out why. For one second she stupidly panicked at the thought that someone had found her dressed as a woman; and then a split second later she realised that she had a lot more to worry about than the exposure of her transvestism. She realised she was in serious trouble when she felt the handcuffs clamp on her wrists.

Michele’s fighting instinct took over and she used all her strength to lift her body up off the table so that she could yell a protest to the man who was assaulting her. She understood now that the perpetrator believed he was dealing with a woman; if she could just let him know that he had handcuffed a man, not a woman, maybe the intruder would let her go, or at least think twice about what he was about to do. Maybe she could negotiate with the trespasser; offer him money, her car, anything to get him out of her house without any further indignity.

Michele never got a chance to say a word; as soon as she opened her mouth the rubber ball gag was pushed into it. She started to hyperventilate, being forced to breathe in and out through her nose; then her chest was slammed downwards on top of the kitchen table and she couldn’t move. She stumbled as her heels were kicked apart and her legs spread to the full extremity allowed by her tight skirt. The home invader held her tightly against the table so that she wouldn’t fall, and then terror struck her she felt his hand reach under her skirt.

Michele was horrified at the prospect of what was about to happen to her. A glimmer of hope surfaced; he would realise she was not a woman and let her go, surely! Then she felt him yank her panties down and was actually relieved when her panties entangled in her garter straps and would go no further. As soon as the pervert reached under her to touch what he thought would be female genitalia he would be in for a terrible shock. He would be shocked by what he found there and would stop what he was doing. He would be disgusted to find out that she was a transvestite and may even beat her, but at least he would stop this perverted attack.

Michele’s glimmer of hope faded when she heard his flies unzip and the sound of him spitting into his hand. She was about to attempt one last struggle when her attacker’s full weight pressed against her backside pinning her to the table. She screamed to herself in her head as she felt her skirt being raised and the gusset of her pantyhose stretch as her attacker’s penis nestled in the bud of the entrance to her back passage. The fool didn’t realise she wasn’t a woman! He thought she was the lady of the house and he intended to defile her in this despicable manner to gratify his primal urges! Then she felt her attacker’s hard hot member tear through her pantyhose and begin to invade her.

Michele screamed into the gag at the intense pain as the hot cock forced its way inside her. No sound would issue forth around the gag but that silent scream would live in her memory for a long time. The man’s member slid slowly but inevitably deeper and deeper inside her; surprisingly after the initial shock and intense pain she felt as he had entered her, the feel of the invader’s lubricated penis became less painful; it just felt uncomfortable and filling.

Michele felt the intruder’s crotch press hard against her soft buttocks and realised with some relief that he was now fully inside her. She felt him pull her soft bum back hard against him and the gyrations of his hips as he worked his turgid member around inside her tight passage. Then she felt the hot gush of his semen as he spent himself deep inside her; she heard his groan and could smell the stale alcohol on his breath as he bayed and howled with his climax.

Michele was absolutely astonished at what happened next. As her defiler’s glans pulsated and throbbed against her sensitive prostrate, washing it with his hot seed, she felt a stab of exquisite sexual pleasure pulse through her lower regions and she simultaneously stiffened and ejaculated into the crotch of her pantyhose. She couldn’t suppress the pleasure she felt even though she felt utterly debased. She collapsed against the kitchen table as her orgasm subsided and she felt her attacker pull himself slowly out of her and was surprised that it did not hurt but in fact was mildly pleasurable.

Michele could feel that the tight bud of her back passage was left slightly open after the ravaging it had taken and she felt her attacker’s warm sperm run out of her and down her thighs where it pooled in her panties and stained her stocking tops. The front gusset of her pantyhose was soaked with her own spend whilst her attacker’s semen ran down her thighs into her bunched up panties. Her head was spinning with the realisation of what had just happened to her; then she began to wonder what would happen next.

To be continued…………………………………

After a sigh I said “ here, let me help you in the back door” I went round to the back and opened the door, and folded the back step down and as she climbed in I looked up and saw up he skirt seeing her pink thong, and I knew what I had to do. As I drove off I took a metal bar out from under my seat and whacked dean in the head with it and dumped him out of the car, as he rolled along the ground I closed the door and Marie had fallen off the seat as she jumped in horror and started screaming. “Shut up or I’ll gag you!” I shouted over her ear piercing screams, she stopped immediately.

“what are you going to do to me?” she whimpered from the back of the car as she pulled herself up onto the bench seat.

“well for one you can lie back on the floor and shut up!” I replied “I can’t wait to get you home!”

 I slowed down as we got to the end of Normanton road, I pulled into the car park of a mega store, and Marie was sprawled on the floor as I had told her, her short skirt had ridden up and I could see her pink thong, I climbed over into the back and took a coil of rope out from under my seat, I forced Marie over onto her front and tied her hands behind her back then so she couldn’t move her arms at all I threaded the rope under her tits, round the top of her arms then over her tits forcing the rope together, then so she couldn’t scream again I took her thong off and shoved it in her mouth, covered her in a tarp I shoved her under the bench seat. Her muffled screams turned me on as I drove away towards my flat where I could play more games with her.

Driving down the road of my flat I saw my friend Kate she always caught my eye because she always wore short gothy skirts and tight tops, she was about 5’4 with long brown hair and big tits, I pulled a cigarette out of the pack on the dash and lit it, taking a puff when I pulled up next to her.

“need a ride?” I asked “it’s a long walk home”

“ok” she relied

I thought all my Christmases came at once as she pulled herself into the car. I thought where I could stop to bind her up as well when I realised I had used all my rope on Marie. I needed more and I remembered the new B&Q on the way to her house and started discreetly hinting that I had to stop till the idea came to me.

“oh shit!” I cried slapping my head “I gotta go B&Q for some stuff and get some stuff from my self storage, is it cool if we do that before I drop you off? because some of it may 2 sets of hands.”

“sure” Kate replied as I pulled into the B&Q, I turned the engine off and thought ‘oh shit, what if Kate finds Marie’ , pulled my key out, locked the door and started walking towards the store.

After a quick shopping trip I wheeled a trolley full of stuff out to the car and unlocked only the back door and started pilling the stuff in after I got it all in I grabbed one if the broom handles and walked up to Kate’s back and without warning pulled the broom handle across her throat and pulled her over the back of the seat, she landed hard winding her and in that time I had her on her front and I was sitting on her back straddling her, I was about to tie her hands and arms together normally but she caught her breath so I decided to have a little fun with her and Marie..