Picked Up
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Posted:Mar 31, 2024 8:24 am
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Near the bar, I saw a boi checking the signs. A bit on the shorter side, but obviously a sissy. He was in a tight t-shirt, nipples hard, his biceps were thin, and it was apparent he had cute bubble butt and tight abs. I was about to pass him. He had that look of desire, of real longing, but so nervous.
I stopped. "Wondering where to go?" I was about half a foot taller than him.
He looked up at me. "Well, yeah, sort of. I've, er, never been to one of these places before Sir." Very good, very, very good.
I looked into his eyes, there was no doubt he wanted in. He looked young. "How old are you?"
"18 Sir"
"Prove it." I crossed my arms over my chest.
He reached around and pulled out his wallet, reached for a card and handed it to me. A driver's license. He was 18. His first name was Larry I looked at it seriously and handed it back to him. "So what are you looking for?"
"I need to get fucked really bad Sir."
"Do you now?"
"Yeah, I'm so needing to ride a big dick Master." Clearly this femonine boi has been trained!
I looked at him. Long blond hair, rocking feminine body, and a need in his eyes to be fucked that was obvious. "I have a big dick."
"Want to fuck me with it Sir? Please Master I'll be a good gurl?" His eyes shone.
So, who could turn down a hot body and a sex hunger that deep. "Sure, come with me." We headed to my car.
"I so need to get fucked, I'll do it anyway you want, I promise." He kept up with me. "It's been a couple days since I've been fucked by a real man , I really can't stand it anymore. I need a cock in my boi pussy."
This guy was this horny and desperate after a couple of days? He must be a total bottom. I was contemplating how nice it would be to sink into his ass. We made it to my car, I had parked close. I beeped it open and he jogged to the passenger side.
Getting in I started the engine up. "I'm talking too much, but I'm so fucking horny, I need to get pounded. I can get pounded for a long time, you can go as long as you want, I promise. I'll take it al Sir, like a good little gurl."
"You really do sound like you need it."
"Yeah, I'm so used to getting fucked all the time, and it's been days, so I just can't stand it anymore. No offense, but right now I'd bend over for anyone. I'm really glad you're hot. Cuz you are hot. How big is it Sir?"
I chuckled a bit. He was so eager. "9 and a half inches. Pretty thick too."
"Oh, thank God! Bigger and longer is so much better. I can take a lot, as rough as you want, you can just go and go as long as you want." Lari rubbed his small hands on his legs, biting his lip, breathing deep and looking out the window. He reached his hands up and ran them through his hair. Checking his crotch I could see he was hard and very small. He pushed his hips forward and arched his back, his head against the head rest.
It wasn't a long trip to my place, and Lari bounced between silence and how good he would be taking a fuck. I pulled up and he virtually jumped to get out of the car. I didn't delay either, no reason to. As I was unlocking the door he was bouncing on his heels. As soon as we got in, he pulled his shirt off, kicking off his shoes at the same time. I closed the door and stood back, just watching. Dropping the shirt, he undid his pants, pulling them off, wearing only pink thong panties. He stood straight and I got a look at him.
Smooth, thin chest, smooth and hairless. And very small cock that was fully erect. Seeing me look at him, he put his hands behind his head and displayed himself. That was not something I expected but I certainly did appreciate. I kept my gaze on him, one of his legs was moving, bending the knee and straightening it, he was anxious.
"So you want to get fucked, do you Lari?" I asked him.
"Yes, please fuck me, I need it so bad." His leg moved faster. It was fun to watch, he was almost drooling. I reached out and felt his arms, down his pecs. He took a deep breath. I slid my hand, felt over his tight abs, and fondled his little cock and small balls. He groaned. "You can do anything you want to me, just fuck me please!"
"OK, follow me to the bedroom". I kept hold of his clitty and led him. Climbing the stairs I had to let it go, but he followed like a puppy. Damn this was quick. Just about the easiest pickup I've ever had. I hadn't even had to try. As I reached the bedroom, I turned around, unbuttoning my shirt. Lari was standing there, his leg still agitating.
"Want me to take your pants off Sir?" Lari asked as I pulled my shirt off. His hands gripping and un-gripping in anticipation.
"Sure." I tossed my shirt to the floor. Lari got on his knees before me, reaching for my belt. I could see him shaking a bit as he undid it, then pulled it out. He opened my pants, pulled them and my shorts down. As soon as my cock popped out, his mouth got on it.
And holy fuck what a mouth! He took most of my length down right off. It was warm and his tongue was going right off. He pushed my pants down, thrusting his mouth up and down on my shaft. He grabbed my ass and worked his head almost violently on my big prick. He was gagging and going further and further down, it wasn't half a dozen bobs before his nose was in my pubes and I felt my cock down his throat. He was forcing his face on my pelvis like I was delivering a severe face fuck. I wasn't holding his head, he was doing this to himself. My knees buckled a bit and I had to force myself to stay upright. Lari kept going at it, not taking a break, seemingly not breathing, but shoving my cock down his throat over and over. And not just taking the tip, he was doing the whole thing, pubes each time.
It was a good thing he was holding my ass, otherwise the force he was going down on me might have knocked me over. I put my legs out wider to get more stable. Damn, this sissy boi was still going at it like a steam engine. I mean a literal machine. I was getting close, it was amazing. He was working so fucking hard and it was effective. Self fucking his own throat. Double damn. But I wanted that ass. Looking down his back, there was his nice bubble butt. I need to tap that.
I grabbed his head, which took a bit of effort to catch it, as it was moving so fast. I had to work to stop his head. He actually resisted a bit, but I pulled his head off my dick. "I thought you wanted to get fucked?"
"Yes, God yes Master please fuck me Sir!" Lari had drool going down his chin.
"Bend over the bed faggot and show me your boi pussy."
"Yes, Sir!" Lari jumped up, bent over the bed, resting his chest on the mattress, and pulled his ass cheeks apart. "I have a good pussy, you can just shove into it." He was wiggling his ass around.
Those were some nice, muscled round ass cheeks. I ran my finger up and down his crack. It did feel good. Lari shook his cute bubble butt. "Come on, come on, please fuck me!" Lari begged. I put my finger on his hole and ran it around the edge. "Daddy, please fuck me. I need a dick in me so bad. I need to get fucked!"
He really wanted it. I was ready to oblige. I lined my dick up and put the head on his rosebud. I started to push in. Once I broke the ring, Lari began to back up on my dick. I was a bit surprised at that, but maybe I shouldn't have been. He was a horndog. I kept pushing forward and he pushed back, so I was hilt-deep in no time. Lari was fucking himself up and down on my prick. I was thrusting into him at the same time, and it was glorious. Lari was giving out feminine sounds every time I was all the way in and there was no doubt he was enjoying it. I put my own hands behind my head and thrust like I was in some sort of porn. It was great. I didn't have to hold back, I could pump as hard as I wanted. So I did. Harder and harder. Lari kept moving as much as he could. His boi pussy really gripped my cock and it felt very good.
Slut Lari moved one leg up on the bed, letting me get even deeper into him. I grabbed his narrow hips and used my hands in conjunction with my hips to keep up the fuck. I was back to getting close. This boi was some hot fuck. I started pounding him even harder, and we were both sweating, my hands slipped a bit on his body and so I grabbed harder.
I started to cum and came deep in him. I was holding tight to him, keeping him in place, and kept my dick shoved all the way in until I was done. When my last spurt entered his guts I didn't move for a bit. Then I pulled out. Sweaty and breathing hard, I crawled over him to fall on the bed on my back. Lari's arms were shaking and he looked up at me. Beautiful feminine face, flushed red from the fucking he had gotten. It looked so good to see him wrung out, that was the face of a well-fucked sissy boi.
Lari had a new surprise for me, moving forward to suck my dick, cleaning it off. Someone had trained this horny ho well. He did ass-to-mouth on his own. He face-fucked on his own. He pushed onto the dick fucking him. Very well trained.
My thoughts were interrupted as I realized that Lari had gone past just cleaning my cock and was blowing me again. "Still horny?" I looked at him. Without taking my dick out of his mouth he looked up and nodded his head. "I might make you work for this one." He got a sparkle in his eye and dove into sucking. Making him work was a bit of bravado. I'd just delivered a great fuck and it was going to be a bit before my dick was ready to go again. But he could work on it.
Teenage Lari had energy, that's for sure. He was going at my cock. In addition to the energy, he had some skill. Some guys think they can just be fast, or enthusiastic, and that was enough. It's good, but skill is actually better than speed. He was working hard. I adjusted myself up on the headboard, so I was more comfortable.
As a compliment to his skill, I was getting harder. It was like he was going to get me ready for fuck again by pure determination. It was amusing to watch, more amusing to experience. Truly skilled cocksuckers are hard to come by, and this faggot had some talent. I watched him work on my dick and felt what he was doing to it. It was no half effort. You would have thought he would die if he didn't get me cum again. And he was determined to live. His hand made it to my balls and worked them as his mouth worked my cock. I let him go. I'd let him work my prick even if it didn't give me any recovery time.
I was enjoying it, he was totally dedicated to my dick, I was getting hotter again. I was beginning to think I'd be able to fuck him again. I checked out his body, since he didn't seem to have any problem working as long as he needed to, I could take my time. He was in fantastic shape, no body fat. Good muscles. Nice long blond hair. He worked out. I knew that from the first time I saw him, and when he stripped for me, he really had a fine body. The sweat all over it made it seem like he was built for sex. I couldn't believe how lucky I was in this one. Easiest pick-up I've ever had, literally. And he worked for it, worked hard.
Damn, my dick was seriously hard now. Lari was looking up at me in anticipation, reaching around and feeling his asshole. I knew what he wanted, and he knew he had gotten me going enough to fuck him again. Since he didn't seem to have any problem doing all the work, I just told him "Well, climb on up and ride it if you want sissy."
"Yes Sir, yes Master, yes my new God!" He scrambled up and wasted no time getting his ass over my prick. He got right to sitting down on it, all the way the first time. He rode my dick and he rode it fast, pulling up almost so I was out of his hole and then all the way down so he was ass to pubes. He never seemed to take a break, he just bounced and bounced. He felt up his nipples, pulled and twisted them. I was turned on by his groans, and they all had an edge of desperation in them. He was getting fucked for the second time tonight, and he sounded like he was kept from dick for months, but he had said days. He was going at it like a freight train. He was fucking himself like a cheap promised a great tip. A perfect cock loving sissy slut.
It got my dick hard. Super hard. He was going so fervently that it was like watching a show. It was some of the best sex I'd had in a while. It's great when the bottom is really into it. Not just a little into it, like it was their entire reason for being. This was like oxygen for him, it seems. His hands came up to his head, rolling through his hair, still fucking himself on my cock. His groans grew louder and if it were possible he fucked himself faster. I was getting close again. A hot feminine body and a vigorous fucking would do that. Yeah, there it was - I shot into him again. I let out a shout at that point. Fuck it was a powerful orgasim. The boi could turn on a man.
I closed my eyes, throwing an arm over my head. I felt him pull off my dick and an instant later his lips wrap around my prick and start to clean me off. Such good training he had gotten.
Lari didn't stop when he had cleaned my cock. I looked up to see, and feel, he was working on it like he was ready to get going again. There was just no way. I grabbed his head and pulled it off me. "Whoa boi. Take a break."
"I can take more, I can get fucked again Master." He struggled to get back to my dick.
"No. But hot damn you are horny. I'll need a bit before I can fuck you again."
"I can suck you off until you're ready."
"No. Shit boi, your hole must be worn out."
"Nah, it still needs something in it, my hole feels empty." Lari reached around and was fingering his own hole.
I rolled my eyes. Did his pussy not have an off button? "Hold on." I reached into a bedside drawer and pulled out a good size dildo, and showed it to him. He smiled. I lubed it up and handed it to him. It made it into his chute quick, and he got right to pumping, looking at me and kneeling doggy-style. I watched him for a little bit. I wondered if any of the edge was worn off of him. I needed to know what was going on in his sissy head.
I got up and ran my hands over his gorgeous body. He virtually purred as I touched him. I covered the hand of his holding the dildo with mine and just held it a second, then began to guide this pumping. As I took more and more control, he surrendered it, and his hand fell away. I was decently aggressive, but he had been going hard on his hole anyway. I slowed noticeably and he gave a groan of loss. "Roll over on your back."
Lari moved, convorting his leg so the dildo could say in. He made it to his back and arched his back up so I could more easily fuck him with the dildo. I didn't want him straining, so I pulled one of his legs up to my shoulder and adjusted my body to support him. I could tell how his muscles relaxed, that it was easier for him. I slowed my dildo-fucking and looked him in the face.
"So, I want to talk to you some. I'll keep this going, you answer my questions. Deal?"
"Sure. I'll tell you anything you want to know Master."
"So where did you come from?" I decided to start out with something a bit more general than asked how he got such a hungry hole.
"Eagleton. Lived there my whole life."
"When did you make it here?"
"Yesterday. Got a hotel room."
"Just visiting?"
He looked hurt, I wondered why. "No, I'm moving here. Gonna find a job doing something."
"So you just packed up and moved here?"
"Yeah, I had to get out of town."
"Why?" This should be interesting.
"My fucker said he was done with me."
"Your fucker?" That was a new term for me.
"Yeah, the guy who fucks me. He'd been doing it for years. Just told me he was through."
"How long had he been fucking you? When did he start?"
"We were in middle school, summer before our last year there. He fucked me all that summer, all the last year of middle school, then that summer, and all through high school."
"Did you ever fuck him?"
"No Sir, I'm the bottom with a tiny clitty, I get fucked, he does the fucking." Well, he does have getting fucked down.
"Why do you call him your fucker?"
"Because he fucks me, he fucks my holes." He looked at me like that should be obvious.
"How often did he do that?"
"All the time. Any time he wanted. He'd call me over, and I'd go over and he'd fuck me however he wanted, as long as he wanted."
"Any time?"
"Yeah, I love getting fucked. I don't want to do anything else but get fucked."
"Did he ever share you with someone else?"
"A couple of times, it was great, I got more cock."
"You really do like cock."
"I do, I love cock, it's the best."
"So, what happened?" I sped up my fucking him with the dildo, knowing it would make him more likely to answer.
"He decided to get married. Told me he wouldn't be fucking me anymore."
"That must have been hard on you."
"Yeah. I begged him to keep fucking me. But he wouldn't. He just told me it was over. The next day, I decided I needed a cock in me, so I texted him. He just said no. I packed up and drove here right off."
"Got a hotel room, and went looking for a gay bar."
"Yeah. Figured I'd get some cock there."
"Have you ever been to a gay bar before?"
"No." I moved the dildo to a few new angles, to keep him going.
"Think you can just walk in and ask someone to fuck you?"
Lari squirmed a bit. "I don't know. Maybe?"
"You're just 18, they shouldn't even let you in."
"Oh." He didn't seem to have considered that. "Oh!" I gave him a few rapid thrusts with the dildo. He needed to feel good. "God, fuck me more. I so need to get fucked."
I obliged, with the dildo, since my dick was still not going to get hard again. Actually, with his determination and skills, he might get another rise out of me. "You've not cum yet." I could see his hard 3" clitty.
"Don't need to. I just need to get fucked."
"Don't you ever cum?"
"Yeah, but it's not important."
"Does it cool you down? When you finally cum?"
"Not really, I need to be available for my fucker to so anything he wants."
"Damn, he did train you up didn't he?"
"Train me up?"
"Yeah, it's great, but fucking damn, most guys don't do half of what you do."
"Really? I figured it was just normal."
"It's not. Not that it's bad. It's fucking fantastic to be honest. Did he really fuck you that much?"
"Yeah, we could go for hours."
"I'm going to have to get you a fucking machine." I'm not sure why I said that. Was I actually considering keeping him?
"Fucking machine? That would be great." He really perked up. Damn, he really did like his hole plugged.
"You are unbelievable." I paused, thinking but still fucking him with the dildo. "Want a beer?" He was , but what the hell.
"Yeah." always wanted beer.
"Here, keep fucking yourself." I moved his hand to the dildo and went to the drawer holding my toys. I pulled out a vibrating butt plug and greased it up. Returning to Lari, I replaced the dildo with the plug and turned it on.
"Arrgghhh!" Lari's hips squirmed around as I let out a chuckle. This plug had a bit of power behind it, so I had figured he needed more than the little play setting, so this one was turned up.
"Like that boi?"
"Yes Sir. I always need something in my boi pussy." He squirmed and moved his hips. His little dick was hard and waving. Lari kept his legs spread wide for me. I knew he was displaying himself to please me. I slipped on a pair of shorts. Let him be naked while I was covered, to reinforce that I was in control.
"Think you can walk with that thing?" I might as well get some amusement out of his willingness.
"Whatever you want Sir." He got up, unsteady on his legs as he gingerly moved forward. I put one arm around him and guided him out to my living room. His gait was unsteady. I was enjoying his struggles. Playing with him outside of bed would be more fun than I had thought of before. I sat him on the sofa and quickly fetched a couple beers.
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Lari at Colllege
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Posted:Mar 30, 2024 5:34 am
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James texted back. "Nobody will see them, besides us. As long as you keep making me happy like you did tonight. I'm still thinking about your tongue... it's going to be hard to sleep tonight, dreaming of you my slut.
Surprisingly, that was enough to make Lari feel a little better. Seeing how satisfied he made James once again filled him with pride. Sure there was still a sense of humiliation that Lari felt, but weirdly, he liked the way the humiliation felt. 'Gosh... why does he make me MELT?!' Lari liked being called "Slut"!
Eventually Lari decided to lay in bed, like he was instructed, and stay there. He put on some TV, and after a few hours, he drifted asleep.
The next morning Lari had woken up pretty early, his small cock rock hard, from kinky dreams no doubt. He had overheard some talking going on upstairs and figured Derrick and/or Andrew were back. Lari immediately remembered the panties and looked down. Lari put some basketball shorts over the panties and continuously checked the mirror to make sure nobody could see them. He knew James had instructed him to wear them at all times- until he gets more pairs, and he was worried that if he bent over then they'd be visible. After putting a shirt on, Lari walked over to the bathroom to shower, freshen up, then made his way to the living room where he said hi to Derrick and Andrew.
The three talked for a bit, as they ate breakfast together. Lari was incredibly self conscious of the thong panties he was wearing. Eventually James woke up and joined them, and like before it was as if nothing happened between him and Lari yesterday. All 4 roommates were talking about boyish things: girls they hooked up with before, sports, and movies.
"I hooked up with this gurl named Candy, a few nights ago- she was freaky as fuck!" James said.
"Wait was that the girl who you said left her panties here?" Derrick asked.
"Naww that was some other girl- I fucked Candy right after her. I dicked her throat down so hard."
Derrick and James laughed. Lari pretended to laugh too, but he was confused-- was *he* 'Candy' in this story? He tried to sneak a glance over at James without making it obvious, but he couldn't get any clues from James' face.
Eventually, Lari walked over from the kitchen to the sofa, and put the TV on.
*Bzzz*
Lari took a look at his phone, and it was another text from James, who was now standing against the fridge- texting away. It was a repeat of the sexy pic of him with cum on his face. Underneath it was a message: "YOU'RE Candy. btw. I hope you like that name... it'll be our little code name for you  "
Feeling horny, Lari played into the 'game', and texted back: "I love my new name, Sir! I can't wait to have more fun with you soon." Lari's smakk cock started to get hard again in his shorts. Horny, he wanted to feel James against him again. Still though, for some reason he felt calling James 'Sir' was more dignifying than calling him his 'Daddy.'
"Attagurl. BTW, there's some errands I need you to run today, ok? These will help make our sessions more fun. Last night, I ordered some packages online for us to use. I paid extra for overnight shipping, and had them mailed to a PO Box in your name. I want you to go over, bring them back home, take them to your room. Understood sissy boi?" James' text asked.
"Yes Sir, *tongue emoji*" Lari sent back. After that, James texted Laei the address to the post office, with instructions to pick up the package before the station closes at 5pm.
Lari spent the rest of the morning playing some video games with Derrick, while Andrew went to the gym with one of their frat friends. Meanwhile, James was watching a movie on his laptop. In the mid-afternoon, Lari left the apartment, shoes on and all, and headed over the post office with his backpack.
The lady at the post office took his name, and then led him to his box, where there were quire a few packages- most of which couldn't fit in Lari's backpack. Lari brought them all home by taking an Uber, and when he arrived, Derrick immediately inquired about them: "Damn bro, you've been splurging! What'd you buy?"
"Uh....." Lari had no idea what was in these packages, but he knew they would somehow be sexual in nature. They were all relatively light so he assumed they were clothes of some kind.
"I uh.. got some books for school!" Lari lied, as he continued to make his way downstairs.
Quickly, Lari locked the door and began to open each package. As soon as he opened them, Lari became a little scared.
Inside the packages was a French maid costume. A black, quarter-sleeved French maid dress with white ruffles, and a white headpiece. In another package was a pink bra that matched his panties as well as black stockings. The 3rd package contained lipstick, lipgloss, a general makeup kit, and finally, the last package contained 2 inch, high heeled shoes.
*knock* *knock* Lari quickly scurried to the door, and checked who it was. Luckily it was just James.
Lari opened the door, and James walked right in, closing it behind him, before kissing Lari. Lari immediately felt himself melt, as James' tongue entered his mouth.
After they broke off the kiss, James spoke up. "I got you a new outfit, *Candy*. I was hoping you'd have it on already, but I'm actually glad, I caught you before trying it on. Because I forgot to give you, *THIS*" James said, showing a shopping back, with women's shaving razors in it.
"Go in the bathroom, shave your legs, arms, pubs, and face, and don't come back until you're all hairless and smooth. I'll stay here in your room to make sure nobody sees all this." James said.
"James I don't know if I could commit to this. The Halloween Harley Quinn thing was just a one-time joke.. This is taking this a little too f-" Lari started.
James immediately cut him off (like he usually does), by pulling out his phone, with the camera roll opened. There was a whole album of photos and videos of Lari in compromising positions. "You came from a small town, conservative family right? It'd be a shame if someone shared these with your folks-- who are easy to find on Facebook... along with all the girls you managed to snag... Were those all lesbians? Or bisexuals? I was always wondering how you pulled so many 10's, but I guess some chicks love that feminine shit." James said, half threateningly, half mockingly.
"Another thing." James said, now with his hand on Lari's right cheek. "It's Sir, Master or Daddy. And you already agreed to be my property remember? So this isn't even blackmail, this is your Master telling you what you need to do."
On the verge of tears from James' facebook threat, and cruel dig at his sex life, Lari meekly replied with a 'yes Sir.' And grabbed the bag, and proceeded to walk to the basement shower, where he got in, washed himself, and proceeded to shave. It didn't take too long, given that sissy boi Lari didn't have much body hair to begin with, and already had a clean shaven, smooth face.
Lari got out, and saw that his shorts and shirt were missing, with just his panties on the floor. James must've quickly snagged them. Putting the panties on, he dried himself with the towel, and ran over to his room, where he quickly closed the door behind him.
As he got in, James had him stand in the center of the room as he inspected Lari's feminine body. "Nice, you look completely smooth." He said. James did a quick pull of Lari's panties from the front and noticed that Lari had shaved his pubes.
"Before you start changing, we need to do something about this." James said, pointing to Lari's small hard-on in his panties. "Take your panties off. Lie in your bed."
Lari immediately went to the bed, and took the panties off. Soon after, he saw James pull his pants down, and take his own boxers off, throwing them to Lari. "With your left hand, hold these against your face, and breathe it in. With your right hand, beat off until it's all out of your system, then wipe the cum back into your panties."
"Yes Master." Lari responded, taking the boxers. Holding them to his face, he could feel the real man aroma against his face.
"I went on a run while you were picking up packages." James said, proudly. James then came to Lari's side, and pushed the boxers closer to Sean's face, so that they were practically against his mouth.
While it smelled musky, Lari found the dominance erotic, and maintained his horniness. Lari then began masturbating. And after some time he ejaculated, and then wiped it against the insides of his panties, then putting them on. Putting the panties back on as they briefly brushed against his smooth legs felt admittedly nice. With his erection subsided, the panties fit noticeably better at the front.
With his panties back on, Lari looked over and saw James had recorded him. Tempted to scream, Lari opened his mouth, but stayed silent, knowing he had no strength to debate this with James.
"Should I put the maid costume on now... Sir?" Sean asked?
"You may, Candy. But it's a uniform for you, not a costume." Start with the bra and stockings, then you can put on the uniform.
Lari obliged, grabbing the pink bra and putting it on. He figured James had guesstimated the sizes, and sure enough the bra felt about a few sizes too small, as it was rather right. Lari struggled putting it on, but he vaguely remembered wearing one when he dressed up as Harley Quinn that now, oddly-defining day. After getting it on, Lari began to feel a sense of pride. He looked at the mirror, and with his tiny flaccid cock, and hairless body, he did look rather feminine. Next he rolled up the black stockings, which actually felt great against his smooth legs. "You have such nice legs, goddamn." James said.
"Thank you Sir!" Lari said, half-faking the gratitude. Nonetheless, he was still embarrassed to be changing in front of James like this, into such an utterly feminine outfit, and thus didn't want to directly face him as he did- not caring if he was being recorded or not at this point.
Next, Lari put on the actual uniform itself. Like the bra, it was definitely tight, but manageable to put on. The quarter sleeves were absurdly short yet poofy. The end of the skirt was very short, and if he bent over, his panties would be easily viewable to anyone behind him. The top of the dress was corseted, and as soon as Lari noticed, James came behind him and said " Let me help you with that, Candy!" Before tightening it as much as he could.
Lari gasped for air, as soon as James aggressively pulled the strings tight. With the corset now tied in a bow at the back, Lari's figure in the dress looked rather curvy. The bra was slightly padded, giving off the impression of small, yet perky tits. Lari wanted to walk over to the mirror to get a close look at himself before James handed him the shoes. The shoes were a glossy black, and luckily for Lari, had a small heel to them, so they weren't too uncomfortable.
"You don't have to go all out on your makeup today, since you probably don't know how to do most of it. Just add some lipstick and some mascara if you can- but I want you practicing frequently, when you're alone down here." James ordered.
"Yes Master, Sir." Lari replied. Lari grabbed the makeup kit and walked over to his mirror, where he applied the red lipstick. Back when Lari had 'crossdressed' way back when for Halloween, he learned how to apply black lipstick and white face paint for his Harley Quinn cosplay. He also wore a corset back then but he didn't remember it being as tight as how James made his maid uniform. "Sir, I'm sorry, but I don't know how to add mascara," Sean said.
"That's okay- but make sure to practice, I'll test you later this week." James replied.
With the lipstick on, Lari fully examined himself in the mirror. While his hair was medium length for a man, he was able to move the front of it to the side to make it look sorta like a pixie cut. It was certainly passable. It was an interesting feeling, seeing himself all dressed up and in makeup. Like he did back in 12th grade, he really did look like a gurl here. Especially as James, now stood behind him- much taller and bigger than him.
"You look gorgeous, Candy. Stand against that wall and blow some kisses, I'm going to take pictures." James told him.
Lari didn't want any more pictures taken of him, especially not all dolled up like this. And with him blowing kisses, and the pics of him with cum on his face like before... "Do I have to?" Lari asked, meekly.
James responded in a stern manner. "Candy. Don't make me repeat myself. I DON'T like repeating myself. What's a few more pics? Unless you want everyone from your hometown and classes to see what we've collected so far?"
"Ok... *Sir.*" sissy Lari said, pissed off. He liked the authority James had in their newly established hookups. But he could do without the blackmail.
Lari posed as seductively as he could. He bent over, gave some kissy faces... Stuck his tongue out. And after a few clicks, James seemed pleased with what he gathered.
"Great job, Candy. Now come give your Master a blowjob as a thank you for all your new outfits. "
"Yes Sir, I love your big cock Master." Lari replied.
Once again, Lari blew his flatmate, wrapping his red lips against James' shaft. When James finally came he groaned a big sigh of relief, as Lari swallowed the delicious cum- looking up at his 'Master.'
"Keep your outfit on for the rest of the day/night. We'll have more fun tomorrow." James said, walking out- not even thanking Candy/Sean for the blowjob.
"Yes Sir."
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By the time Lari had worked his way through all the papers Bridget had put in front of him, he was a wreck. His legs and feet were aching real bad from being on these horribly tall heels all day, that and having to adopt this horrible ridiculous mince. His throat hurt a little from forcing himself to talk in this ridiculous voice, that and trying to swallow the whole eight inch length of that cock dildo he had constantly called Daddy throughout this horrible routine Bridget had put him through. Whatever pride he might have started his day with had been entirely crushed, something he would have minded a whole lot more if he wasn't so incredibly aroused.
He could hardly think clearly anymore, his caged small cock constantly struggling to get hard, leaking profusely as his little balls hurt something fierce. It was a very bad case of blue balls like he had only once before.
Bridget, for her part, was extremely pleased with the way things had gone down today. Lari had only been under her control for one full day and he had already radically improved, at least toward her goal of making him the biggest most pathetic sissy in existence. His voice for as ridiculous as it was sounded a lot more natural already to the point where people would notice the ridiculousness of it before they would notice it was fake. His mincing, curtseying, gesturing and sitting in the meantime had grown a lot more natural looking as well, there was a little more perfecting to do, but those slight details that needed to get worked out were hardly noticeable by now. His handwriting, much like the rest of the changes had grown more fluid and natural as well, and she could see how horny he was, ready for the next step in doubling down on his shame. Oh she so loved seeing him constantly embarrassed and with the routine she had put him through that had worked wonderfully. It was getting late now, but her once jock of a stepbrother was acting more or less as dainty, pathetic and submissive sissy as he looked.
Getting the last details worked out and more importantly, getting everything to become pretty much second nature to him to the point where he would have trouble walking without an exaggerated mince, or even just meeting people's eyes would take a lot more time. Just like changing his body would take time. Despite the muscle relaxant making him weak, and his outfit more or less hiding his muscles, his body wasn't looking as delicate as his outfits yet. There was a lot of slimming down to do when it came to his muscle mass and his waist, but with his sissy formula that would happen in due time as well and luckily time was something Bridget had plenty of.
"Alright Lari, it's dinner time. Now go and be a good sissy and pick out your bedtime outfit while I go fetch your dinner." She grinned, loving how her sissy stepbrother dipped into a proper fluent curtesy and gave her a proper "Yes Mistress Bridget" in her improved sissy lisping voice without even needing to be told. This was perfect. As Bridget spun around to head to the door, Lari minced his way over to his closet filled with wonderful feminine outfits. They were all so sexy that it hardly mattered what choice he made making it surprisingly easier to pick something out. All he had to take in account was that it needed to be a matching outfit as he picked out the first nightie he saw and put it over his arm while searching for the matching lingerie and shoes to go with it.
By the time Bridget returned she found her sissy stepbrother sitting on the edge of the bed, legs perfectly kept together and his gloved hands neatly folded in his lap, only shooting up every once in a while to fix his glasses. It was perfect, as was the worry and shame on his face as he eyed the big pink bottle of formula and the by now six inch teat, the teats rapidly growing bigger as Sally wanted to make sure that Lari would be able to deep throat any cock he was faced with. One look at the very pink bunch of clothes laid out next to Lari only made Bridget smirk even wider. Obviously the sissy knew that there was no choice other than perfect obedience. "What a good sissy you are Lari, so neatly waiting for me, I guess I won't need to spank that tush of yours then. Now be a good sissy, come over here and ask nicely for your delicious sissy dinner from your favourite shaped object." Sally spoke with glee, chuckling as the sissy got up quickly and minced right over to her.
Lari was mortified seeing Bridget, with that by now rather large cock shaped teat, one he would have to take down entirely to eat. The mention of the spanking however brought the fear right into his horny mind, he just had to suck it up, literally. He was no match for Sally maybe tonight when she left him alone he would be able to escape he thought as he whimpered slightly raising back off the bed. So far for sitting down to let his very sore feet catch a break. Dipping in a deep curtesy and once again fixing those glasses that just kept on sliding off, Lari spoke up in that feminine lisping voice. "Mistress my Goddess, may I please have my delicious sissy lunch from that delicious looking cock shaped teat?" He lisped in his high pitched sing song voice, the shame burning bright even through the horniness.
"Of course you may sissy boi, after all I brought it up just for you, so please by all means go ahead, knock yourself out. There is no way I can deny such a pathetic slut who asks so nicely." She grinned adding insult to injury yet despite that getting a curtesy and a thank you from her sissy stepbrother who was hilariously obedient. She just loved it, especially when Lari then got down on his knees, not wasting any time as he grabbed the bottle with his daintily manicured and gloved hands to support the weight only to wrap his perfectly painted plump cock sucking lips around the head of the teat, instantly circling his tongue around it to wind up the mechanism. It was clear that Lari was getting very well practiced at this as he quickly wound up the mechanism the maximum of five times without letting it slide.
She just loved it, she loved how quickly Lari had knelt before her and how he was starting to suck 'her cock' like a pro. This harness mount for the bottle gave her such a fantastic point of view. Looking down there was barely any identifiable trace of the straight jock he had been just yesterday left, the blond hair, the glasses, the heavy makeup, the feminie face and the seemingly skilled eagerness with which Lari was sucking was just amazing. She knew full well that this was the last thing Lari wanted to be doing, but he had clearly yielded to her control not that she hadn't given him enough reasons to do so.
Lari's perspective in the meantime was nothing more than embarrassing as he couldn't believe the ease he was starting to have with handling that cock shaped teat, or at least the head of it. Nevertheless despite the shame he gave it his all, wanting to get this over with as soon as humanely possible and preferably before Bridget would get it in her head to start face fucking him cause that would make things a whole lot more difficult and he knew that his stepsister was anything but patient, hell she was unreasonably impatient, but there was nothing he could do about that but deal with it as he didn't realise his fresh bottle of formulate was the big reason why he was so weak compared to her, if he did, he would have tried fighting it off more, hoping his strength would return and he could get to her before she could zap his tiny cock. Not knowing just made him assume that Bridget had just grown much stronger since he had last seen her.
While Lari managed to handle the head of that cock silicon teat just fine, taking the length proved to be a whole lot more difficult for him though. In order to take the six inches of the silicone cock, he had to allow it to push through to the back of his throat just past his gag reflex making him gag violently with his lips sealed around the grith. It took a little effort, but it wasn't that long that he had real trouble pressing that release button at the base allowing him to suck back to the tip rather quickly, gobbling up a mouth full of his sissy formula before sucking back down and repeating the process. The loud laugh from above and the shaking of the silicone cock in his mouth that followed as a consequence of his Mistress laughing over his loud gagging didn't help at all.
At least this time Bridget did fully let him do his thing without taking control and fucking his face. Over time the length got easier to deal with as well as near the end of the bottle he was able to take the silicone cock without gagging. It was nothing to be proud of at all, at least not for him, but it did make things a little easier as he finally pulled off of the teat, having finished the bottle. His lipstick was sure to be ruined and he knew Bridget required him to keep it in top shape at all time, only he didn't know what to do now. He doubted Bridget would appreciate it if he just rushed off to his vanity table to fix it, but then again he might get in trouble if he didn't do it and the last thing he wanted right now was more trouble than he was already in. This was all terrible enough without another caning on his cute bubble butt.
In the end he decided that maybe it was best to just ask. Getting up from his knees he dipped into another deep curtesy, quickly fixing his glassed near the end before speaking up in his badly lisping sing song voice. "Thank you for my sissy dinner Mistress, may I please be excused to go and take care of my makeup?" He asked hating how he had to grovel for something so horrible, but it was the least confrontational thing he could think of doing and avoiding confrontation with Bridget was a top priority.
Nevertheless he couldn't help but cringe as Bridget was very quick to laugh with him straight away, he felt about as dorky as he looked, standing there squirming while looking down at her feet, waiting for permission for something he didn't want to do in the first place as Bridget seemed to be in no rush at all, happy to just let all her laughter out for a good full minute. "I'm sorry faggot, but that is just so fucking precious. Of course you may go and fix your lipstick, after all if another cock for you to suck were to appear those lips of yours must look as inviting as they did before you started sucking mine." She laughed, laughing even harder when sissy Lari dipped into another curtesy and thanked her before mincing over to his vanity table and getting to work on repairing his smeared makeup. Little did he know she hadn't been planning on making him do that again before bed, but since he offered, there was no way she was going to say no. She just loved how terrified he was of her.
With a bit of makeup remover he quickly cleaned his plump lips up, then carefully outlined them with some lip liner before applying a heavy coat of lipstick and eventually some gloss to finish things up into a pair of perfect cock sucking lips that seemed unspoiled. Without even being told to Lari then stepped over to his full length mirror, fixed his hair a little, straightened his stockings and brushed down his skirt, making sure his look was picture perfect again, like he had done all afternoon. He just assumed it was his safest bet despite the huge shame it brought him. It wasn't like he hadn't done this all afternoon, but doing it on his own initiative just made it that much more painful.
"I'm very pleased to see that you have taken all my lessons to heart slut. In fact, I'm so proud of you that I think you deserve a real good reward, you see, I can be a benevolent teacher for a good sissy slut, but first why don't you get ready for bed?
"Yes Mistress, I understand." He eventually meekly spoke as he dropped into another deep curtesy, then minced over to his bed to fetch the nightie and panties. As much as he despised these elaborate morning and night time routines, Lari was actually looking forward to soaking in the tub for a good long while. With how sore his body was laying down in the warm water, despite its fragrance was bound to feel great.
Urged by a cough from Bridget to make him move on from staring he finally started to strip under her gleeful supervision. It was horrible to get strip nude in front of his stepsister, but after everything she had put him through so far it wasn't the worst. In the end all he was left with was his long blond hair, his embarrassing small cock cage, his long painted nails, his butt plug.
"Here, this is your new plug to put in. Open up so you can lubricate it a little." Sally grinned as she offered the new, even bigger plug, the middle one of the five decorating Lari's nightstand up to the sissy's lips with a big grin. She could see the terror and shame in Lari's eyes as he slowly obliged, and opened his lips to accept the plug that felt way too large to ever fit into his ass, he doubted he would get use lube so getting it soaked with saliva was absolutely crucial.
Could he even deny being the cock hungry sissy she claimed he was? It was another huge blow to his beaten self image. The warm bubble bath he slid into felt as amazing as he had imagined, despite the awfully strong floral scent. It was good to be without heels even if just for a little while as he washed and scrubbed his body.
As soon as he got out of the bath however it was right back down to business, he only got a few brief moments to dry himself before she insisted he'd get dressed in the outfit he had picked out. She hadn't said much all this time, but her mere presence put enough stress on Lari as it was. The outfit like pretty much all of his night time wear was made to get fucked in. It consisted of a soft pink satin coset with a red lace heart stitched on the cups right over where his nipples were. The back was laced up with a wide red satin ribbon, one that Bridget stepped in to tie before letting him carry on getting dressed. The four garters hanging down from the bottom of the corset ended in red heart shaped tabs, tabs to which sussy boi Lari soon clipped a pair of sheer soft pink stockings with a back seam consisting of red hearts stacked upon red hearts and ending in red stocking tops.
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I sent a message to the man, apologizing for disappearing and whatever else I may have said or done while drunk. He accepted the apology but wanted me to do something for him. I wasn't his submissive. I didn't like the idea of doing anything for him. But I heard him out. He wanted something so utterly ridiculous that I almost ignored it, or at least just told him no.
He wanted me to throw away all my boy underwear and buy thong panties at Walmart, today. All folded neatly and organized by color. By a certain time that afternoon. With photo proof.
I just stared at the screen for a few minutes. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream. Again, the no-hangover superpower was in effect. I felt fine. Maybe a little thirsty. If anything, I was a little insulted. I wasn't a . This man sure as hell wasn't my daddy. I got up and got some water, muttering under my breath that it was stupid. There was no point. Why bother? I'd apologized. What else could I do?
So I found myself sitting on the floor of my bedroom, the underwear drawer pulled out in front of me. I took everything out of it. It was all in a jumbled pile. I'd never cared about a this drawer. I didn't care about a panty drawer. This was stupid. But I did as instructed, threw all my boy underwear in a trash bag. Drove to the shopping center and bought thong panties, mostly in pink. How embarassing, what did the smiling young clerk think?
Those thoughts kept running through my head as I organized and folded. Why was I even doing this? But his words kept going through my mind. He wanted me to think about how I'd acted. Was I willing to do this for him? For some random guy I met on yhr internet of all places?
Yet, as the drawer got neater and more organized, I felt something else. I felt some weird sort of pride. Not just because I'd managed to weed out some very old and stretched out underwear and socks, but because I'd done the job I'd been given. I'd done it even if I wasn't sure of the reason. And something about that felt almost... Good.
I sent him the picture of the drawer and he replied quickly, telling me I'd done a good job and that he was proud of me. For some ridiculous reason, that meant more to me than anything anyone had said to me in a long time.
Things moved along. He asked me in an email if I wanted to be his submissive, that he wanted me to write him back explaining why. And I couldn't. I just couldn't do it. I was a failure at being a submissive. I'd learned that. The summer dom had told me I wouldn't ever be a sub, after all. He had said I was "contrary, irritating, stubborn, and argumentative." I knew I wasn't worth the trouble.
So I told him that. Maybe not in so many words, but I told him it was too scary. That I wasn't able to do what he wanted me to do. And he told me to think about it. To consider it. And to eventually write my answer down, even if it was a "no." Writing it out seemed to be important to him and it came to be special for me as well.
I was known for writing. I love writing. It's always been a passion of mine, but this was different, a lot different.
And of course before Sir would take me on as his submissive, he shared the seven simple rules he had for me. The number one rule was no orgasms without his permission, and he controlled my sex. All of it.
The interesting twist to this is that there would be times when he would tell me to masturbate my little cock.
#2: Make your tiny clitty as small as possible with ice water, hold a ruler next to it and send me a pic. 1 1/2", that's why I could never be dominant. Just a sissy boi!
I don't remember exactly what I wrote. I wrote that I was scared, terrified even. I was afraid to let him down. Afraid to try again. I didn't want to get attached to anyone else. It never worked. But I wanted to. God, I wanted to. So I sent him the letter, telling him that although I was scared, I wanted to try.
I wanted to be his submissive. I wanted him to be my Dominant, even if I wasn't entirely sure what that meant. Something about this man drew me in. I hit the send button and waited, my heart pounding so fast I could see it in my eyes.
#3: Get on your hands, put your forehead on the floor, place your knees far apart, reach back and spread your butt cheeks apart, send me a pic of your boi pussy.
I don't remember all of the conversations from the beginning. I was trying to do what I thought I was supposed to do. He would say "Pardon me?" a lot, usually if I answered a command with an "okay." It meant I was supposed to say, "Yes, Sir." Sometimes he would hold his finger up during a video chat and say it. I would blush and want to kick myself. But I learned. One thing about being a student for so long. I knew how to learn.
#4: Go to the drug store, buy bright red fingernail polish, paint your toenails and fingernails, send me a pic. I told the cute clerk it was for my girlfriend.
But something was happening to me along the way. Yes, I was learning the general "rules" for being a submissive. That was easy enough. Keeping the snark down was harder, but I was learning. He had told me before that the biggest "punishment" would be more mental than physical. Standing alone nude in a corner with my thoughts in complete silence would be worse than any paddling on my cute butt.
#5: Go on Amazon, buy the smallest stainless steel chastity cage, wear it 24/7. Yes Sir!
But other things were changing, too.
"Good gurl."
Thank you, Sir. Thank you Master.
It doesn't matter how many times I read that, or how many times I hear it. My heart speeds up every time. My cheeks get hot. My nipples harden. My tiny clitty throbs.
#6: Listen to Princess Fae on Youtube every night and every morning.
But it's more than that. Even if the physical reaction is immediate, strong, and amazing, it's nothing compared to the feeling I get inside.
Something about those words get me. Every time. I feel like the Grinch when his heart grows three sizes. I feel full, valued, cared for.
Owned.
A few times when I talk to people online, especially on alt, they will try to tell me I'm a "good gurl" and I shut them down. I'm not "good" for them. And I'm sure as hell not their "gurl." It just falls flat or makes me angry. That's when I remind them that I have a Dominant.
#7: Buy a sexy maid's outfit, wear it when you clean house. Yes Master.
Remind them that I'm owned.
"You were a very good gurl today. You obeyed me and made me proud."
Thank you, Sir. Thank you Daddy, Master.
While I don't remember all of the conversations, I remember looking at his face and meeting his eyes when he said something along the lines of, "Don't you think I care about you?"
I wanted to think that. But deep down, no. No, I didn't. Not because I thought he was cruel or intentionally mean. I knew better than that. But I didn't think I was worth his true affection or care. I was his submissive. That meant I was there to please him. And that was all. Reciprocity wasn't a given. Nor did I expect it.
He told me I was worth all of it. I was enough. I'd always been enough. I would always be enough. I wanted to believe him so much. I was so scared to believe him. What if he was lying to me? Intentionally or not, it wouldn't matter.
But I believed him. I had to. I needed to. I needed it so much. So I made myself believe him.
I never thought much about it. I've always been polite. I call people "sir" and "ma'am" all the time. Even at work, I will call people those things. I always thank people, especially waiters or custodial staff. And they earn those titles of respect.
So yeah. I can refer to people as "sir" all the time. No problem.
So why do I capitalize it with my Dominant? Hell, why do I capitalize "Dominant?" Why do I captalize Daddy? He's my superior in every way!
It's more than a title. It's a Title. I can hear it in my own head when I type or think or read. I can hear it in my voice when I speak. It's something that was earned. Something that I accepted and used without question.
The conversations sometimes are about the most mundane things. Grocery shopping. Washing dishes. Driving to an airport.. But they are still needed parts of my day. I look forward to them.
We joke about his "radio voice" because it is so relaxing. I hear that voice in my head a lot. I hear it when I read his messages. I hear it in dreams. It still always amazes me that it seems to work so well.
And for all of my troubles with sexual responses, two words from him and I'm ready to cum. I have to actually hold it off. I need his permission to cum. And sometimes he will say no and I have to wait.
How many times have I been sitting here on my comfy little loveseat, daytime or nighttime, while I chat with my Dominant? How many times do I type "Sir" an hour? How many times do I cum when ordered to?
I wear the ankle bracelet for my Dominant. I follow some clothing "rules." Nothing too crazy. Nude 24/7, no panties/bras while at home unless told to wear them. I use lip gloss to put his initials, SJ for Sir J, on my shaved area just above my little dicklet at least once a day. Sometimes I wear specific panties, or short skirts, all to please him.
I'm owned.
I need that. It makes me feel safe. Cared for. Wanted. Sexy.
Something about doing that, serving him, pleasing him, cumming for him.
I've accepted my position as his submissive. I've grown to enjoy my place. I accept him as my Dominant. I need him in my life. He makes my life better.
I've even accepted that he cares about me. That he wants the best for me.
I have some pictures of some waves that my Dominant sent to me. So I printed one and hung it up. And I do trace that with my fingers sometimes. It's a way of centering myself when I can't talk to him.
I still don't know if I can explain how the submission feels. It's not just giving things up. There is that part. Giving up control in some things. I like giving that up. Especially after a long day at my very demanding job. It's nice to turn that part off. If nothing else, the act of submission lets me be cared for.
I'm capable of taking care of myself. Even with the doubts and just the day to day struggles, I know I can take care of myself.
But it's also nice to know that someone is there to catch me. To be my safety net. To help me be the best version of me that I can be.
To know that yes, my Dominant does care about me. Yes, I'm there to please him, to make him happy, but helping me is part of what makes him happy. It's hard to believe it sometimes, but I know I have to. Because if I don't, I'm calling him a liar. And I can't do that.
#8: WTF, he said 7! But he is my Master so I cannot question his orders. #8: Drive thru starbucks nude and get a large coffee.
I'm owned and I love him, too.
Please, Sir may i cum?
"Cum for me NOW Lari"!
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Lari's neck recoiled in shock when he saw his mistress walk through the bedroom door. She was dressed from neck to toe in a tight, black latex catsuit; the sunlight bounced off her curves. Her hair was pulled back and high into a ponytail and her feet were nestled into the kind of heels that were perfect for stepping on a naughty submissive. She had Emma's collar in her left hand.
"It's good to be back," Ana twirled the collar around a gloved finger. "Kneel, slut,"
Lari approached her and knelt at her feet.
"Look at me," Ana curled a finger under his chin. She buckled the collar around Lari's neck and locked it in place. She tied a blindfold around his eyes and attached a lead to the collar, forcing her submissive's neck forward.
"Follow slut."
Ana walked and Lari crawled behind her, completely unaware of where she was being led. She heard the door to the cabin open and felt hot air envelop her body. Lari's hands and knees sank into the soft earth as Ana led him to the edge of the forest.
"Stand," Ana ordered. Lari complied, catching his balance as he stood. He could feel the sunlight streaming through the edges of his blindfold, but all he saw was darkness. He remained still while Ana bound him with strong rope between two trees. When she finished, the gurl was in a taught X, his thin limbs fastened tight to the two trees. Lari heard the cap to a bottle open and his mistress walk behind her. She felt her smooth, cold body press against his, lips at his ear.
"It's hot today, isn't it?" Ana whispered. Her hands were all over the bound sissy boi, rubbing a sweet-smelling oil into isr skin. Her fingers lingered at his nipples, thighs, and bubble butt, shining Lari's body to a fine polish. When she finished, Lari was practically sparkling in the sun, bright as her latex-clad mistress.
"Sunscreen, Mistress?" Lari asked.
"My darling, so sweet," Ana brought a slippery hand to her cheek, caressing her lovingly. "That would be so thoughtful, wouldn't it?"
"Yes..." Lari gasped as Ana's other hand nestled in between his long feminine legs. "It's not sunscreen is it, Mistress?"
"Such a smart gurl," Ana whispered. "I thought you could use a little tan, so I thought a touch of baby oil would help accelerate the process."
Lari swallowed hard. Ana knew how easily his smooth fair skin burnt in the sun without an accelerant, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky today.
"You're going to... sunburn me? No whips or clamps?" Lari whispered back.
"Well, I couldn't bring too many toys up here, so I figured Mother Nature would help me today."
"Isn't that going to take..."
"It could be hours, yes."
"And I'm just gonna stay here? Like this? Mistress?" Lari shouted for Ana, but the domme disappeared. In truth, she was reclining on the porch thirty feet away, but as far as Lari was concerned, the dark-haired woman vanished before him.
Ana was thoroughly enjoying herself. She stripped out of her catsuit, as the puddled sweat was boiling her alive when she was teasing her submissive sissy boi, and was now tanning on the grass with a large glass of iced tea and a bowl of berries beside her.
Lari was not enjoying himself. It had only been thirty minutes, but his arms and legs were starting to strain from being tied so tightly. And it was hot. Really fucking hot. Sweat dripped from his arms and chest in streaks down his oiled body, cutting through the cruel substance. He wasn't burning yet, but he could feel the sun dig its nails into his exposed hairless flesh and his tiny clitty.
"What's your plan, Mistress? You didn't even ask me questions yet! How do you know I won't just tell you everything?" Lari shouted, hoping Ana was nearby.
Ana smiled and took a long sip of her cold drink. She said nothing and closed her eyes. When she next opened her eyes, Lari was perfectly still and breathing slowly, his chest barely moving. Concerned, she walked silently over to the bound sissy boi. It took everything within her not to burst out in laughter.
A small dragonfly was perched on Lari's nipple, and it looked like it had no plans of leaving anytime soon. After a few cruel minutes, Ana took mercy on him and untied the blindfold around his eyes.
Bright light blinded the submissive gurl as he regained his sight. As the world came into focus, he saw his mistress, nude and glistening before hin.
"I don't want to look," Lari whispered, terrified about what creature was tormenting his sensitive hard nipple.
Ana laughed and flicked a hand across Lari's chest. Lari tensed in anticipation, but relaxed his shoulders when he saw the dragonfly flutter away from his thin body.
"You look hot and bothered, love," Ana ran her fingertips down one of Lari's outstretched arms.
"Yes, I am Mistress. My skin..."
"Feels hot, though you'd be unlikely to really burn if I took you down in the next thirty minutes," Ana smiled.
"Can we, um, speed up the interrogation then?" Lari looked at his arms, which were starting to turn pink.
"Are you thirsty?" Ana brought a straw to Lari's full lips. He sucked greedily, the cold liquid soothing his burning body and tiny clitty.
"Hungry?" Ana speared a blackberry with a toothpick and fed it to the bound gurl.
"Thank you, Mistress," Lari appreciated the relief, but he was worried about hus sensitive skin. He felt frustration bubble inside his throat; Ana looked so smug and relaxed.
"Just fucking torture me already!" Lari yelled, his voice desperate. Excitement flashed in Ana's eyes. He was breaking, and she didn't have to lift a finger. Now, to apply pressure.
"Hold this for me, would you?" Ana dropped to her knees and gently spread Lari's legs open. His tiny clitty was wet with oil, sweat, and arousal.
Lari exhaled slowly when Ana licked his small mushromm head.
"Thank you. I read about it in a particularly cruel piece of smut a while ago. You seem upset though, so I'll come back when you've cooled off," Ana spoke condescendingly, which angered the submissive gurl.
Ana went inside the cabin and left Lari to languish in his bonds. It was noon and the sun crossed the tree line. It wouldn't take long for the sun's daggers to leave permanent marks on his skin. Lari shook the pain in his loins from his bimbo mind and tried to understand Ana's plan for him. She hadn't even bothered asking him questions, it was as if the domme knew her submissive wouldn't give up information until he was at his breaking point. But Lari craved the game of it all -- he wanted to dangle information in front of his mistress and watch the frustration in her eyes when he tore it away. Lari started thinking of the revenge he'd enact once free -- all of the twisted positions he'd put his mistress in, all of the humiliation and torture. He thought he could outlast the domme and turn the whip on her, but in truth, Lari knew he couldn't last in the heat much longer. He was beginning to lose feeling in his limbs and the pain was similarly numb in his chest. In this agony, his mind became clear: in order to beat the game, he had to play it.
"In high school, when I started that twisted little sex cult, I was untouchable. Lari spoke just loud enough for Ana to hear that he was talking, but not what he was saying. Almost on cue, Ana opened the door of the cabin and pretended to relax on the porch. Lari smiled.
"The power I had over so many of my classmates, it was like a drug. I told you I had a couple subs, but that wasn't really it. There were dozens between me and Nicole. In our last semester, we got our entire theology class under our thumbs, just to prove we could. There was this group chat we made -- I know it's stupid, but we were stupid -- and one of our classmate's parents saw the stuff that was getting sent, and took it to the headmaster," Lari began to tell his story, his real story.
Ana got up from the porch and walked over to him. "Please Mistress. I promise I'll keep talking," Sissy boi Lari begged in the sultriest voice he could muster. He was bargaining. Ana raised an eyebrow, but obeyed. She spread her submissives butt cheeks apart and gently rubbed his boi pussy.
"Go on sissy boi" Ana spoke
"Thank you, Mistress. Anyway, word got around about it and the school started interrogating women about it -- not like this of course," Lari glanced at his bondage. "Long story short, Nicole and I got expelled months before graduation. My college applications got all messed up and I had to take summer classes at another school to graduate. My parents, well it took them a while to get over it all."
"Your parents know about your... kinky activities?" Ana's mouth was wide.
"Yeah, it wasn't the ideal way for them to find out about sexual deviancy."
"I don't think there's any ideal way," Ana laughed. "But is that why, well... is that why I haven't met them?"
"Kinda, they know I'm cock loving faggot and they're cool and all, but after that I kept my personal life personal," Lari shrugged as much as he could in the bondage. He saw Ana invested in his story and took another chance. "Could you release me, Mistress? My arms are going numb. You could tie them in lots of other ways if you'd like," he batted her eyes.
Ana barely thought about the request as she fulfilled it. Ana thought that Lari was surrendering -- that the torment was successful. Then, as she was gathering the discarded ropes, she was pushed into the soft grass with her arms pinned behind her back. Ana tried to get her legs underneath her, but Lari's grip was strong. Lari looped a length of rope around Ana's wrists and tied it tight.
"Clever," Ana grunted as she was flipped onto her back. Lari straddled her with a big smile on his face. "What's next? You gonna put me up there, make me bake in the sun?" Ana goaded her, testing the strength of her bonds.
"You have a lot to learn about me, Ana. Do you want me to teach you?"
Ana looked into her eyes and saw something she never saw before. There was the love and tenderness she was used to, but there was something else. He looked completely confident, powerful in a way foreign to Ana. Ana wanted to explore it, to feel it.
"Yes Master Sir," Ana said, diving headfirst into an unknown submission.
The ball gag between Ana's teeth was a bit redundant, because she was speechless. She was suspended from a rafter in the central room of the building, hanging sideways in a complicated web of rope. Her wrists were bound to the opposite elbow behind her back in a tight chest harness that framed her perfect breasts in intricate rope work. One of her legs was bent up towards the rafter; a rope around her lower thigh lifted her knee high and exposed her hairlss vagina and ass. Her other leg was bound thigh to ankle, completely restricting her lower body.
All Ana could do was watch as Lari adjusted knots and added rope to the web. Ana didn't know how long Lari was working on her, but the sun was low in the sky when he finally stepped away and examined his work. It was perfect. He grabbed Ana's heel and pushed it lightly, sending the bound woman into a slow rotation.
Ana's cheeks reddened. The movement exposed every inch of her body to her gurlfriend. She felt like a statue in a museum, completely still and open for any onlooker to ogle and assess. Lari said nothing and dragged a chair over in front of his captive. Ana strained her head to look up straight, but she relented to the forced horizontal view of her domme. Even sideways, Lari looked beautiful. He raided Ana's wardrobe earlier in the afternoon and selected a few pieces of expensive lingerie to adorn his sun-kissed skin. He wore long, black latex stockings and gloves, shined to a perfect polish. His tiny clitty was barely covered in tight pink panties and his hair fell in luscious waves around his shoulders.
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Lari Meets Hot Gurl
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Posted:Mar 25, 2024 5:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 5, 2024 3:29 am 3645 Views
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''Hey sweetie! I think it's finally time we meet in person. I don't have any plans this weekend. Wanna come over, either tonight or tomorrow night? We could have wine and chat. Let me know what you think!''
''Hey Alyssa! That sounds like an amazing plan! I was actually feeling depressed about another boring night by myself. I can pick up some sushi and few bottles of cab sav and meet you at around 8, if that works for you?''
''Yes, that works for me Larry! I'll send you my location. Talk soon!''
The day went by pretty fast. I made sure to groom myself, and picked my favorite clothes. My wardrobe is very simple: I love dark blue fitted jeans, and fitted white or black tshirts. It might sound boring, but that's my style. I hesitated between my white sneakers or my Dr. Martens boots, and decided to go with the boots. I put my favorite perfume on, and made sure that my hair looked good.
I was a little bit nervous about meeting Alyssa. I was really, really into her, and I didn't want to screw this up. Plus, Alyssa had told me that she was seeing this guy for a few months, but that they had recently decided to stay friends. Dating was definitely not easy.
I walked out of my building, and walked to the closest Société des alcools du Québec (our liquor stores). I grabbed two of my favorite wines. I then stopped at one of the best Sushi restaurants on Rue Sainte-Catherine, and grabbed a mixed sushi plateau.
Alyssa's place was about 30 minutes away from my place, but only 10 minutes away from the sushi place. She lived in the Village, one of Canada's most important LGBTQ+ districts. The fact that she lived there made sense, because she had an office in the area. She would alternate between hospital work and office work.
When I got to her place, I noticed that Alyssa had a camera doorbell. I rang.
''Hi Larry! So happy to see you. What's the password?'' I heard her laugh.
''Hmm... Ha ha ha. I don't know. Sushi?''
''Nope! Maybe if you beg to come in? Try that.''
I chuckled.
''Hmmm ok, Alyssa, may I please come in?''
''Close! Try Miss Alyssa and we'll see.''
She was in a playful mood! I smiled and tried again.
''Misttress Alyssa, may I please come in?''
I heard the buzzer. That was an interesting start to our first date.
I walked up the stairs with a smile on my face. I was really happy to finally meet her.
When I got to her apartment door, I noticed that she had left the door partly open. I knocked and pushed the door open. She was there, sitting at the kitchen counter. She looked up at me, and I froze. Alyssa was more beautiful than in her pictures. She had all the attributes to be a model.
She was wearing a tight black top and black leather pants. Her hair was darker than I expected, and she was wearing bright red lipstick.
When she looked at me, I felt hypnotized. It was the first time in my life that I had this kind of feeling, and I was not able to explain it.
''C'mon in Larry, I'm so happy to finally meet you!''
She took the bottles of wine and sushi, and placed them on the counter. She then came closer to me and give me huge hug. She smelled wonderful. I tried to guess what type of perfume she was wearing, but I wasn't able. Everything was just perfect.
''Wow Alyssa, you look amazing! I'm so glad that we can finally meet in person.''
''Me too, Larry! Sit down, let's eat!''
Our supper was amazing. We laughed a lot, talking about our dating experiences, the weirdos we had met on dating apps, and the struggles of meeting new people. I felt so comfortable with her. She was caring, really took the time to listen to me, and spoke without filters.
When we were done with supper and the first bottle of wine, Alyssa gave me a quick tour of her apartment, and we ended up on the couch with our second bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. She had also thought of everything, because she had cannabis chocolate just for me.
''So have you always been vanilla Larry?''
''What do you mean?''
''Well, you sound kinky when we text, but I feel like you haven't had too many opportunities to experience other things. For example, you've only been with girls. You didn't really explore the wonderful world of BDSM. Do you feel like you need to get out of your comfort zone sometimes?''
''Hmm well that's a good question. I mean, when I watch porn, or read stories on Literotica, I don't always pick vanilla stories.''
''Ok, interesting. Tell me what categories you like then.''
I was a little bit embarrassed to talk about that, but I was already tipsy and the chocolate was slowly kicking in.
''Well I mean I have read stories about gay couples, or bi curious stories. I've watched some domination videos. I don't always pick the vanilla stuff.'' I was bright red.
''Ok, that's a step in the right direction.''
She was smiling. I was listening to every single word she was saying. I was clearly hypnotized.
Alyssa got closer to me, and put a hand on my crotch. We started kissing. She was an amazing kisser, and the fact that she kept pushing her tongue in my mouth made me even harder. She stopped and looked at me. She squeezed my small cock through my jeans.
''Can I?''
I nodded.
''Hmm of course you can Alyssa.''
''Beg for it baby.''
''Mistress Alyssa, could you please touch my cock?''
''Oh I don't want to just touch it. Beg for it sweetie.''
''Miss Alyssa, please, can you suck my cock?''
I couldn't believe that I was saying these words. I had never role-played like this, and it was so hot!
''Why do you want me to suck your cock, baby. Do you like cocksuckers?''
I blushed again.
''Hmm yes, I do love cocksuckers.''
''Good answer, sweetie.''
She slowly unzipped my jeans, pulled down my pink thong panties, and took out my hard 3 inch cock. It was wet with precum. She kissed the tip, and then took it in her mouth. Inch by inch. I was surprised at how good she was. She had all of my small cock in her mouth. She was looking up at me. I was smiling. I was in heaven. This girl was something else!
She kept on sucking my small cock, making loud suction sounds. This made me even more aroused. I wanted to last longer, but I knew I was already close. I didn't know Alyssa too well, so I wasn't sure if I could cum right there, in her mouth. Would she be mad? Did she want me to warn her?
''I'm really close, Alyssa.''
She stopped for second.
''Ok, you will beg to cum, sweetie.''
And she started sucking me again.
''Miss Alyssa, please let me cum. I beg you.''
She stopped again and looked at me.
''Ok baby, you can cum in my mouth.''
And as soon as she wrapped her lips around my 3" cock again, I came so fucking hard. I swear, this was probably the biggest load I had shot in a few years. I could hear Alyssa swallowing my cum. She was an expert at this. And then she moved up, and our lips met.
I had never tasted cum before. While I thought that Alyssa had swallowed my load, her mouth was full of my cum when she pressed her lips against mine and proceeded to push all of my cum in my own mouth. She had both hands behind my neck, and there was no escaping. She really wanted me to swallow my yummy load. I had no choice, so I did.
When it was clear that I had swallowed all of it, she stopped kissing me, put both hands on my cheeks, and looked straight in my eyes.
''I think you're a cocksucker too, Lari.''
I turned bright red.
''Hmm well I don't know Alyssa. I mean this was fucking hot, but I love women. I haven't really pictured myself with guys.''
''I think that you have so much to discover, my sweet Lari! You have lived a very vanilla life, and that ends today. Want to experience new things with me?''
One thing was clear, I would never, ever be able to say no to this woman. I was mesmerized by the way she looked at me.
''Yes, I do want to experience new things with you Alyssa.''
''Good! I love that. I knew from the day we met that you would be open to trying new things. You'll get to know me better, and you will soon find out that I'm nothing like your ex girlfriends.'' She started laughing and took another drink of wine.
''Let's play a little bit. Try this.'' She handed me her lipstick.
I was confused.
''You want me to try to apply it on you, you mean?''
''Don't be silly Lari. You're so cute. You know what I mean. Try to apply it on your lips.''
''Oh... ok!''
She handed me a small mirror. The lipstick that she had chosen was a bright pink color. I opened the tube and did the best I could.
She laughed.
''Oh my God, that is so fucking cute.'' She took her phone out and took a quick picture.
''I promise we will look back at this photo one day and laugh! Let me help you.''
And she applied it expertly on my lips. She then showed me the result in the little mirror. It made me laugh, but my clitty was hard once again. How confusing!
She obviously noticed and touched my small bulge.
''I think you like putting make up on faggot. Say it.''
I hesitated.
''I love putting makeup on.''
''You know who loves putting makeup on, baby? Good gurls. Are you a good gurl?''
I giggled and blushed.
''Hmm well yes, I guess I'm a good gurl.''
''I think I'll call you Lari. That suits you well my love! Now, remove those panties sweetie.''
I did as she told. Alyssa got up, walked to her room, and came back with a pair of bright pink thigh highs and a bottle of perfume.
''Put these on, Lari.''
I put the thigh highs on. I was surprised at how good it felt to have silky tight thigh highs. My 3" clitty was rock hard.
''Fuck you look amazing, sweetie! I swear!'' She took another picture. She then sprayed some perfume on my neck.
''That's much better! How does it feel Lari?''
''It actually feels pretty good, Alyssa.''
''Mistress Alyssa to you sissy boi.''
''Yes sorry, Mistress Alyssa.''
I poured two more glasses of wine, and Alyssa turned on her tv. She said it was time to watch a little bit of porn, and she picked videos showing men being turned into women. In one video, the guy was all dressed in pink. He was wearing a pink collar, and was kneeling in front of a woman dressed in a black latex suit. The woman was wearing a black strap-on, and the guy was about to suck it. It was actually really hot.
She touched my small bulge once again.
''I think our sexy gurl loves what she's seeing. Tell me what turns you on in this video?''
''Well... I mean I kind of like the fact that she's telling him what to do and he's doing it.''
''Yeah, so my little Lari loves it when her woman takes control, right?''
''Yes, well I guess I do.''
''Good gurl. And does my little Lari love the fact that the guy will soon have the huge dildo in his slutty mouth?''
''Well I mean it looks hot too I guess.''
''Nice. You're a quick learner sweetie!''
I then heard someone at the door. I looked immediately in that direction, and Alyssa noticed how panicked I was. I wondered who was going to open the apartment door and see me wearing lipstick and bright pink panties.
''Don't worry sweetie, it's my roomie! Mika is super nice. He won't be shocked by what he sees.''
And Mika walked in. He was clearly coming home from a night on the town, and he was very tipsy. He smiled at Alyssa. When he saw me, he smiled but I also noticed something else in his eyes: desire.
''What do we have here, Aly! Your new gurlfriend?''
They both laughed. Mika sat on the leather chair, facing the couch.
''Mika, this is Lari. Lari, this my best friend and roomie Mika! Mika works at one of the clubs close to here.''
''Mmmm so nice to meet you sweetie! Yes I work at the bar, but I was off tonight. Had a great time dancing, drinking and flirting!''
Alyssa poured a glass of wine for her roomie.
''I'm just going to go put something more comfortable, and I'll come back and join you guys.''
Mika smiled, winked at me, and went to his room. When he returned, he was wearing tight baby blue panties and a white camisole. I immediately noticed the large bulge in his panties. He grabbed his glass wine, and sat back down.
''So Lari. Do you only like women? Have you ever played with guys?''
Alyssa answered for me.
''Lari has only been with women, but he tasted cum for the first time tonight!''
I wanted to hide under the couch.
''Hmm interesting! Who's load did you take, you little slut?''
They both laughed.
Once again, Alyssa answered before i could.
''He swallowed his own delicious cum! Lari did a great job!''
I blushed and smiled.
Mika was touching his big cock while looking at me.
''Well that was good practice. Maybe you need to try another man's cum now baby, what do you think?''
I looked at Alyssa. She knew I was scared. But she nodded and smiled.
''Go ahead my sweet gurl, I think it's a good idea. And this is a safe space. Go on, go suck Mika's penis.''
Mika was smiling. I was frozen. I wasn't sure if all of this was a joke. But I was drunk and high by now. I was also obviously very turned on by the situation, and still had a tiny erection in my panties.
Alyssa pushed me up, so I walked towards Mika.
''Go on, get your knees sissy boi, and take my cock out.''
I got on my knees and slowly took out his cock from his panties. It was big. I felt intimidated. I turned around and saw that Alyssa had taken her phone out. She was recording the scene.
Mika placed his hands behind my head, and slowly pushed my face on his cock. I opened my mouth and took his cock between my lips. I didn't really fully comprehend what was going on. I was so fucking turned on. I was kneeling in Alyssa's living room, wearing pink thigh highs and pink lipstick, and I was sucking a man's cock for the first time.
''That's it, you little slut. You're so fucking good at this for a rookie!''
Mika was enjoying this, so I figured that I was doing a good job.
I kept sucking his cock, and Mika started being a little bit more agressive, almost as if he was trying to fuck my face. He would move his body so that his cock was pushed deeper in my mouth, which made me gag a little bit. But I managed to stay concentrated.
While I was sucking Mika, I heard Alyssa moaning in the background. I didn't want to stop what I was doing, but I kept wondering what she was doing. Was she touching herself? Is this what she liked? Having two guys play together while she masturbated?
''I'm going to cum in your mouth little slut. Are you ready? Are you going to be a good gurl and swallow it all sweetie?''
I looked up at him and nodded yes.
And that's when he exploded. He came so hard that I stopped breathing for a few seconds.
''That's right little bitch. Swallow my hot precious juices. You are an amazing cocksucking slut. Milk my cock you little .''
I was doing my best to please him. And I still could not understand why I was so fucking hard and turned on. In the meantime, Alyssa was still moaning and I wanted to turn around and see what she was doing.
''Good gurl. You did so good sweetie!'' Mika took his cock out of my mouth and slapped it gently on my lips and cheeks.
I looked up at him and smiled. It's hard to explain how I felt, but I was confused by mixed emotions. I was both embarrassed and proud of myself. I mean, I had made a man cum by sucking him, so I kind of felt like I had done a good job. "Thank you Sir".
That's when I turned around and saw Alyssa.
I could not believe my eyes.
My new girlfriend was sitting on the couch, her leather pants and panties down. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning. She had put her phone down on the coffee table.
She had her left hand up to her lips and was sucking on her fingers, while her right hand was between her legs, stroking... her huge cock.
My gurlfriend had a penis, a very large penis
She opened her eyes and looked straight at me. She smiled. I blushed and smiled back.
And right then, I knew that I was where I was meant to be. Lari was born, and it was the beginning of a life changing relationship with the most special gurl I had ever met.
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Spit Roasted
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Posted:Mar 24, 2024 8:13 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:59 pm 3415 Views
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"Good evening, sluts. I have interesting plans for us tonight. Lari, I understand Lisa has introduced you to some new activities. Care to tell me about her friends?"
"Yes, Mistress. We switched the other day, and she introduced me to her friend Kristine from work. Kristine is trans and Lisa wanted me to experience real cock for the first time."
"So, she had you serve her friend's cock?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tell me about this Kristine."
"She's very pretty with a sexy body."
"What about her cock?"
"Her cock is good sized, about 6-7 inches hard, Mistress, cut."
"Did you suck it for her?"
"Yes, Mistress, and she fucked me."
"Mmm, how was that for you? Did you cum?"
"Different from strapons, Mistress. She came a lot. Hers tasted a bit better than mine when you've had me eat my own."
"Did you cum when she fucked you?"
"Yes, Mistress, I did."
"So, how was your first experience with real cock, did you enjoy it?"
"More than I thought I would, Mistress. When she fucked me I ate Lisa which I always love."
"Such a wicked slut, with a tiny cock, that can't please a woma"
"Your slut, Mistress."
"And then you met with her again, this time with her friend and they used you together, correct?"
"Yes, Mistress. I felt like a sexy gurl"
"They spit roasted you?"
"Yes, Mistress. Her friend Daniella joined us."
"What's she like?"
"She's pretty too, her cock is slightly longer and thicker than Kristine's, Mistress."
"She fucked you while you sucked Kristine?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"I would love to watch you in action like that, so I have arranged for a demonstration."
"Mistress?"
"Tonight we will have a few guests and you will provide a floorshow with your new friends. The guests will arrive in an hour and Kristine will bring her friend at nine. When they arrive, you will demonstrate your new skills for everyone's entertainment."
I shifted uncomfortably, blushing and gnawing my lip.
"Guests, Mistress? A floorshow?"
"Yes Lari, and you will be the star of the show. Oh, by the way one of the guests will be your friend, Gloria. I imagine she will be very interested to see this new side of you."
"Yes, Mistress."
She snickered at my obvious discomfort.
I could feel my cheeks flushing and my tiny clitty twitching in my panties at the prospect of the humiliation to come.
"One more thing, she is apparently free for the whole weekend, so I offered her your services. You will be going home with her after the festivities. Desi spent some time with her this afternoon, giving her a few pointers on how to enjoy your tongue, I hear she's eager to step outside of her comfort zone."
My tongue was tied by this revelation. Mistress laughed as did Desi, while Lisa stifled her own.
"You two have just enough time to prepare each other for our company, get to it."
An hour later we were ready for the arrival of the guests. Desiree had inspected Lisa and me proclaiming us ready for use. Mistress took me aside for a brief consultation.
"Lari, you are the star tonight. I expect you to live up to the billing. Our guests are free to use you, but I expect you to be at your best for the floorshow."
"Yes, Mistress, I'll do my best to please you."
She gave my small balls a firm squeeze.
"I know you will slut."
A knock on the door made everyone perk. Desi went to answer it. Lisa and I snapped into our presentation positions.
The first guest turned out to be the attractive grey-haired lady I had worshipped at Desi's party. She quickly made her way to me and began a thorough inspection of the goods. Between her hands stroking and probing, my 1.5" clitty pumped to attention rapidly and she stroked it appreciatively.
"You have a lovely small cock."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"As I recall you are very talented orally as well."
"Thank you, Ma'am. I enjoyed your luscious pussy very much."
"Care for a second helping?"
"Yes, please."
She grasped my tiny clitty and led me to the couch where she sat, raised her skirt and spread her legs. I knelt between her feet and began kissing my way up her surprisingly firm, athletic thighs.
She leaned back with a soft moan, snuggled her smoothly waxed mound toward my face, and took the back of my head in her palm.
Her pussy was even more appealing than I recalled. Firm labia separated under my tongue releasing delicious flavor and floral scent. She was already moist and primed for my attention. Her hole was hot and ready as my tongue tip probed deep into her wetness.
Her hips rocked as I worked from her hole to her plump clit. Her passion built quickly as she responded to my mouth with delectable syrupy flow coming quickly to fill my mouth. When my focus zeroed in on her clit she built quickly to a climax that shook her with spasms of joy and drew a scream of ecstasy as she clutched my head and pulled me forcefully into her.
I heard the door open as she was coming. When she released my head I was able to look up and she that it was Gloria who stared our way, smiling and looking fine in a flowered sun dress and strappy sandals.
"That was wonderful, Lari, your mouth is always delightful, thank you."
"It was my pleasure, Ma'am, your pussy is spectacular."
"Thank you, my name is Deirdre, by that way. I would love to find out if your small cock is as worthless as everyone says."
"That would be my pleasure, Miss Deirdre. Ask, Miss Pamela."
"I'll do that. Go, it looks as though you have another guest with eyes on you."
She nodded toward Gloria who was walking toward us, with a predatory gleam in her eye.
"Hello Lari. That sounded like your mouth is still as good as I remember."
"Can I get you a drink or something?"
"I'll have what she just had, thank you very much."
She strode to the couch, took a seat and looked expectantly to me, as I knelt at her feet. I took the hem of her dress in my fingers and raised it to reveal her beautiful, freshly waxed pussy framed by a lavender garter belt securing sheer stockings.
"Wow."
"Nothing you haven't seen before."
"Lovely gift wrapping tonight."
"Thank you, now get to work sissy boi."
"Yes, Miss Gloria."
She spread her legs and I leaned into the beauty of her sweet sex. Her bouquet was as enticing as always, beckoning me like a siren song. The reward of her womanly flavor more than lived up to the advertising.
Gloria's was one of my favorite pussies and her response to my enthusiasm was always gratifying. There was a difference this time. She grabbed my head more aggressively than expected and rocked her hips to maximize my contact with her throbbing clit. She was controlling her experience unlike she ever had before, using my mouth like a sex toy. It was hot being a vessel for her pleasure, really speaking to my submissive nature. My 3" hard cltty twitched and I could feel precum rolling down the underside of my thin shaft.
She came, trembling and shaking with the pleasure sweeping her, crushing my lips against her gushing pussy.
"Don't stop sissy boi."
I managed to keep the rhythm with my tongue, laving her fuck button and slurping her silky cum flow. She quickly built to another orgasm, grinding greedily into my face again.
"Good boi. We'll save the rest for later. You know your my slave for this weekend."
"Mistress told me."
"Travis is going camping with his father, so I get you for the whole weekend."
"I look forward to it."
"You have no idea. Now go get ready for your big performance."
She reached down to grasp my hard little clitty and lifted me by it.
"Mmm so much precum, you like eating my pussy, don't you?"
"I do, Miss Gloria, very much, that's all I'm useful for
She collected a handful of my slick secretion and held her hand out to me. I took my cue and licked it from her fingers seductively.
"Good cum loving faggot. Now go, give us all a good show."
I walked over to Mistress and Desi who were chatting with a couple of women I didn't recognize. She was about to introduce them when Desiree answered a knock on the door and opened it to reveal Kristine and Daniella.
Mistress excused herself to greet the new arrivals.
"Are you Kristine and Daniella?"
"We are indeed, and you are Miss Pamela?"
"Welcome to my home."
"Thank you, Ma'am."
"Lisa, fetch refreshments for our guests."
Lisa rushed to their side, gave Kristine a kiss on the cheek and hugged Daniella.
"Would you like a glass of wine. We have a nice Chardonnay and a good red blend."
Both of them opted for Chardonnay. Lisa went to get their wine and I approached them.
"Hello Miss Kristine, Miss Daniella."
"Here's our sweet little cock slut," Kristine greeted me while Daniella simply reached out to grasp my balls.
Lisa returned with the wine and excused herself to join Desire and help her drag a single mattress into the center of the floor. They finished preparations adding a couple of pillows, a bottle of lube, and towels.
When they had everything set Desiree approached Mistress and whispered to her. She quickly looked my way and nodded before stepping to the center of the room next to the mattress.
"Ladies, may I have your attention, please. It's time for the big event. All the players are here, and I urge you to find seats to witness the show."
The guests settled on the couch and chairs which Lisa and Desiree were positioning in a semi-circle around the mattress.
"I'd like to introduce Kristine and Daniella who will soon spit roast my lovely slave Lari for your viewing pleasure."
She gestured to each of the lovely transwomen who obliged by raising their dresses, unveiling the weapons they would soon impale me with. They removed their dresses completely to show their lovely tits and posed seductively drawing appreciative murmurs from the audience.
"Apparently slut Lari is ready for action," Mistress announced gesturing to my rigid cock.
Sounds of enthusiastic approval and a giggle came from the audience.
"I think he should encourage the ladies to join him for the spit roast. They appear in need of fluffing for the operation to be successful."
They stepped close to me. I dropped to my knees and reached for their gradually big hardening cocks. I cupped their balls, caressed them and leaned forward to suckle their crowns alternately. As their erections grew. I stroked their shafts. This was heaven.
Considering the plans going forward I focused my attention on Daniella for a bit, taking her perfect fat dick all the way into my mouth, forcing the glans into my throat. I fought off my gag reflex and swallowed her as best I could. A female voice called out, "Take it all bitch."
Next to me Kristine stroked herself, maintaining her moderate tumescence.
I realized Lisa was behind me when I felt her hands spreading me open and beginning to apply lube to my boi pussy, then working deeper to fill me with a generous dollop of slickness. She worked it deep, opening me with three fingers. I leaned back into her hand, grateful for the preparation to receive the large cock in my mouth.
Daniella pushed my head back.
"It's fucking time cock sucker. On the bed."
Her command voice made me scramble onto the mattress and adopt the hands and knees position appropriate to offer myself for impaling. Kristine lay on her back in front of me so I could easily slip my mouth over her cock.
Kristine took my head in her hands and gently guided me to take her deep. Her slightly shorter and slimmer cock slid comfortably into the top of my throat as I felt Daniella's glans press against my tight boi pussy.
She didn't hesitate and thrust hard, plunging her thick meat deep into my boi pussy, drawing a cry of pain when she drove in fully, bottoming out. She relented then, giving me a chance to acclimate to the colossal dick filling me.
That allowed me to return full attention to Kristine's cock. I swirled my tongue around her big mushroom head then took her full length. I caressed her balls with one hand and milked the base of her shaft with the other. her hips drove her into my mouth with each stroke and behind me Daniella began a slow fucking motion.
We gradually fell into a rhythm where I was receiving them in turns in my mouth, then my boi pussy. Daniella was finding my prostate with each stroke of her fat cock and my pleasure was beginning to build as she reached around to work my clitty.
Murmurs from the women in the audience encouraged them to use me roughly. The audience comments were humiliating but erotic at the same time. My submission was ascendent to the max. Being on display as the women fucked both of my holes with their large cocks as entertainment for the watching women who were becoming increasingly vocal reinforced the feeling of being a sex object and I had to admit it was a turn on.
"Fuck him harder gurls, spank his cute butt"
An unfamiliar voice called out.
"Pound the sissy boi slut."
I recognized the second voice as being Gloria's. The mortification of having her witness me like this was surely a source of great pleasure for Mistress and Desiree. I wondered how that would impact the weekend I would be spending with her.
Lisa's voice close to my ear was a surprise.
"Take it all sissy boi."
Her tone told me that she was very turned on by the scene too.
"Do me proud, baby. I might let you have me for desert."
The thought of how delicious her pussy would be as a reward for my performance as a public cum dump stayed in my mind as I sucked and accepted the relentlessly pistoning cock in my boi pussy helped immeasurably. Between the prostate stimulation Daniella's cock delivered and her hand milking my clitty I began to feel that I would surely cum soon from the warm fullness spreading through me.
Kristine was beginning to seem like she might be building up to filling my mouth with her semen before long too. Daniella pumped my ass harder and faster. Perhaps they would fill my bowels and mouth together soon.
The general feeling of anticipation in the room grew as Daniella's pace built. She was hammering me now, each stroke driving to my depths and Kristine thrust herself fully into my throat. I fondled her balls and stroked the base of her cock, knowing she was ready to explode.
Daniella's relentless pounding was driving me into Kristine's thrusts and her gasps presaged the orgasmic torrent that she finally unleashed into my throat. I gagged on the first delicious spurt, and she pulled back to spew rope after rope of cum onto my face, coating me like a dripping mask.
Daniella grasped my hips and thrust extra hard, burying her cock fully and began to spasm, firing like a fire hose deep in me. I could feel my boi pussy filling with her hot seed. She worked my tiny clitty milking me toward my own release which finally came when I poured my own small amount of cum onto the sheet beneath me.
The frenzied climax for all of us left three spent bodies collapsing together in a sticky tangle of satiated souls. We rested for a couple of minutes. Kristine swiped fingerfuls of her cum from my nose and cheeks to bring them to my lips so I could suckle the thick juices like a nursing calf.
As Daniella's cock softened, she slipped slowly from me, and she rolled over next to me, letting me get relief from incipient cramps by extending my legs.
Both of them stroked me as we shifted position and cuddled together in a group embrace. Daniella turned me toward her and began kissing residue of Kristine's orgasm from my face, then guided me down to attend to cleaning her.
The combination of lube and cum, was expected but still yummy and sexy. Her soft caresses on my head as I carefully tongue washed her cock were endearing with the softest affection she had ever shown me. The tenderness they were showing me contrasted with the feeling of humiliation and brutal use that had colored the scene earlier.
Lisa approached us, took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom where she washed me down like a hard used after a race. After erasing all evidence of my recent use, she brought me out and turned me over to Gloria who put a consoling arm around me and shepherded me toward the door.
Mistress intercepted us long enough to tell her to enjoy me and advise me to serve her well.
"I will, Mistress."
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Waiting for Daddy
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Posted:Mar 23, 2024 6:58 am
Last Updated:Mar 23, 2024 9:22 am 3069 Views
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I was already dressed in a sexy black teddy with thigh high stockings and heels, and I was wearing a thong. I quickly threw some cushions on the living room floor and placed some lube and a towel on an end table next to me. Then, I unlocked my door, got into position, and pulled on my blindfold. I was positioned head down and butt up just like I said I'd be, that way when he walks in, my beautiful tight white bubblt butt will be the first thing he sees. As I waited I was so mad with anticipation.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs outside. I heard the door open and someone step inside closing the door behind them. Although he was quiet I could sense a dominant presence in the room. I began to slowly wiggle my cute butt back and forth and I heard a deep voice say, "That's a fine ass." I smiled to myself and said thank you Sir. Then, I could hear the man kicking off his shoes followed by the distinct sound of him unbuckling his belt. I was growing more excited by the minute as I am sure he was too. I heard his pants hit the floor and then I heard him remove his shirt. With my butt high up in the air and my face down in the seat cushion, I hugged my pillow tight and waited to be penetrated.
He moaned aloud as he knelt just behind me, his weight shifting the seat cushion. The man then gave my right ass cheek a firm but light smack, and I moaned like a little slut, indicating to him that I liked it. He immediately responded with another smack on my left butt cheek. Then, he squeezed and spread my firm cheeks open with both of his massive hands, and as he did so, he hooked his thumb on my thong and pulled it out of the way. I felt so vulnerable and self-conscious opened up and on display like that right in front of him, but my vulnerability soon turned into head spinning pleasure.
With no warning at all, the stranger buried his face between my white butt cheeks. I jumped at the surprise feeling of his facial hair brushing against my smooth delicate skin, but was instantly calmed by the wonderful feeling of his thick wet tongue twirling around the edge of my boi pussy. I let out an audible moan of pleasure as he proceeded to eat me. He pushed his face harder against my ass and sunk his tongue deeper into my bottom. I've had guys eat me out before, but this stranger was going at it like a starving man. He was squirming his tongue so deep inside me, it felt like a tentacle monster was violating my back door. All I could hear were slurping noises as he passionately fucked my ass with his tongue. My ass felt slick with saliva and I could feel some of it dripping down my tiny little balls. I moaned and moaned in pleasure.
Eventually, I guess he'd decided that he had his fill because he stood up behind me and said, "Turn around sissy."
His voice was so deep and commanding, and his tone indicated that this was not up for debate. Not that I would've debated him anyway. I spun around on my knees and then sat comfortably back on my heels awaiting further instruction, or action, from my new Master. For the brief moment that I sat there I could hear what sounded like him jerking his cock. I licked my lips as I felt him stepping up onto the cushion and moving in so close to me that I could feel his body heat. I instinctively opened my mouth wide and threw my head back. Then, I felt his massive hand on the back of my head palming my skull like a basketball, and I tasted the warm salty flavor of his cock head on my tongue.
"Suck me cutie pie." He said to me as he slapped my protruding tongue with his massive cock head. Being blindfolded, I couldn't see it, but it felt thick and heavy on my tongue. I reached up to wrap my hands around his shaft and it was indeed quite thick. It felt like his shaft was already two inches thick even though he was just semi-erect. My lips had to stretch so wide to accommodate his mushroom tip that I was concerned that my teeth might be an issue, but thankfully that was not the case.
I welcomed his growing cock into my warm wet mouth and stroked his shaft in a steady gentle rhythm. I knew I'd never be able to deepthroat him so I concentrated on teasing the head of his penis with my tongue while jerking his shaft up and down with one hand and massaging his balls with the other. When I reached down for his testicles I couldn't believe how big and heavy they were. I salivated all over his member, using my spit as lube so my hands would glide across his flesh. I pulled my mouth off of his cock and spit on his shaft.
"Mmm yeah. That's it sweety get sloppy with that dick." He moaned his approval.
The strangers deep moans were turning me on even more. I proceeded to devour his cock, drooling all over it and choking myself on it, only pulling it from my mouth to spit on his dick or to slap the head against my tongue. His shaft was as slippery as a snake so I proceeded to jerk him off and move my mouth down south to get a taste of his massive balls. I licked his jewels all over covering them in saliva too, and rubbing them all over my face. He lifted his leg up allowing me to really get under him and worship his manhood. My tongue went from his nut sack, to his asshole, where I then began to tease him with my tongue.
"Oh fuck yeah! Eat Daddy's ass baby gurl!"
I loved that he was loving it so much. In that moment I just wanted to stay beneath this man and worship him forever. I tongued at his ass while I kept jerking him off. He grabbed my head again and started grinding against my face, forcing my tongue deep in his hole. Judging by his moans I thought he might actually cum from my anilingus skills, and maybe that's why he abruptly stopped me, and took a step back.
"Bend over honey," he ordered. "I need that cute little white ass of yours."
"Yes, Sir!" I quickly spun around on my cushion and reassumed my previous slutty position. All I could hear was 'fap fap fap' as he oiled his cock up. Then, I felt a cold glob of lube land on my boi pussy and he started to massage it into me with his finger. I moaned and relaxed my body while he slowly worked his finger up my ass, first just the one, then, a second finger. I took his fingers in with relative ease thanks to all the time I spent fucking myself with my toys.
"You're tight baby gurl!"
He applied some more lube to his fingers and my slightly gaping anus, and reinserted his slippery digits, finger fucking me with more speed and force. He smacked my ass cheeks, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. And asked me, "you ready to take Daddy's dick?"
With my head still down on the cushion and my arms wrapped around my pillow, I moaned out, "mmm yeah, give it to me big Daddy!"
The man then removed his fingers from me and placed his warm thick cock head right against my little fuck hole. I took a deep breath as I felt pressure against my sphincter. The pressure grew and grew until I thought I couldn't take it, but then he pulled back, applied more lube to his cock, and pushed against my opening once again. I relaxed my whole body and bit down on my pillow. He worked his cock slowly but determinedly and finally, with just the right amount of force, my tight anus surrendered to the big veiny invader and he forced himself into my rectum.
"Mmmmphhh!" I whimpered into the pillow I was holding white knuckle tight.
"Fuck, yeah!" He proudly proclaimed. "I'm in that ass now, baby."
"Ohh FUUUCK! You're so fuckin big Master!"
"Yeah, you took it good though. I'm gonna give you a second to get used to it."
"Oh thank you Daddy!" I was grateful for his mercy.
I realized then that he probably only had a couple of inches inside me at that time. I tried to relax my hole while he slowly humped my ass only slightly moving his cock. It felt wonderful, but also painful. It's almost as though I could feel his big cock reshaping my innards to fit him like a glove. He pushed a little deeper into me sensing that I was growing used to the size of his penis, and I took it like a good gurl. Slowly and methodically he worked his meat into my hole. I was sure that I wasn't his first. He was breaking me in, opening me up, making my ass his pussy. Finally, he had managed to get about five inches of his thick python in my rear, and he started to pump his cock in and out of my boi pussy.
"Ohh fuck! Ohh shit! Oh my God Daddy!" I softly moaned.
"Yeah, that's it. Take my dick. That ass was made for this dick." He pushed himself deeper into me, deeper than anyone has ever been.
He was fucking me with a steady pace now. I was moaning like a on the end of his cock while he took me to sissy heaven. He wasn't just molding my guts into his pussy, he was transforming my very being. He was making me his personal bitch. Even though he still wasn't all the way inside me, I could already feel his balls slapping my taint, making me feel utterly inferior to him. He pushed deeper still and I fell forward on the cushion, but he didn't let me get away. He fell with me, lying on top of me and continuing to fuck me in the prone position. I reached down and tucked my tiny limp little dicklett down under me. I didn't even realize until I reached down there that my clitty was dripping with cum. He was literally fucking the cum out of me!
His large muscular body dwarfed my tiny feminine frame as he lay atop me piercing my pale flesh with his big ebony tool. I discovered that I could take his cock much better in this position and he had a lot of cock for me to take. He finally drove his piston all the way up my ass giving me every thick perfect inch of his meat, and my whole body shivered as my toes curled up and my eyes rolled to the back of my empty bimbo head. He grunted while I whimpered and moaned out some unintelligible nonsense.
"FU-aghhh! Ungh! Your-Ohh co-agh! Shiiiiit! So biiiig, nghhh!"
"Yeah, baby. That ass about to make me bust".
"Ohh yeaaaaagh! Give it to MEeeEee Daddy!"
He ran his arms under my own and gripped my shoulders holding me tightly as he bucked his hips against my tender white ass, crashing into my flesh with a powerful force. He tore into even newer depths than before. I swear the man punched into my fucking intestines and I thought I might actually pass out. His grunts grew louder and his thrusts grew faster until he couldn't hold back his orgasm any longer. He exploded, launching a torrent of his hot white ejaculate into my ass. I never felt a man cum so deep inside me before. It was a new incredible sensation!
My body convulsed uncontrollably with pleasure, my head went numb and I started seeing stars. Then, in an euphoric crescendo I had the most amazing sissygasm of my life. My little tucked peepee began squirting my hot sissy juice all over my own inner thigh. I writhed and squirmed in ecstasy while the stranger fucked the last of his cum deep inside my privileged hole, and after emptying his balls, collapsed on top of me. I could feel his body heaving on top of me while he recovered from his own powerful orgasm. Feeling him lying atop me like that, with his cock firmly rooted in my rectum and his semen warming my insides was paradise for me.
Eventually, I sputtered out, "W-wow Daddy you're a real stud! That was incredible Master, I'll be your good little gurl Sir"
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Best Friends
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Posted:Mar 22, 2024 6:07 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:59 pm 2410 Views
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Keith and I were just about to graduate High School. Life was grand back then. We just turned 18 and in those days it was legal to drink at 18. Plus we both had cars. The only thing missing was that while we both had girlfriends, neither of us had been laid nor even gotten a BJ. The best thing I ever got were hand jobs while making out with my girlfriend. And I didn't have too many girlfriends back in those days.
But Keith was different. It seemed like we were pals forever. He wasn't part of that crowd. He was always very gentle, soft spoken and very open and easy to talk to. Whether it be playing tennis, going to concerts or sneaking beers when we were younger, we always had a very close friendship and enjoyed each other's company. As we progressed through school, we spend more and more time together. In one of our drunken/stoned fests I could have sworn he threw of some signals to me that he was interested in me sexually but I dismissed his actions as wishful thinking or delusions on my part. Nobody in school would ever suspect that I had lustful desires for other guys. I remained buried deep in the closet and for my safety wanted it to remain that way at least for the time being.
Then, one day a month before graduation, Keith and I cut school. Both his parents had gone to work and his older sisters were still at college. We fired up our first joint at 8:30 AM. We smoked and smoked and by 9:30 we were good and stoned. Then we started drinking some of his dad's whiskey.
Then Keith brought out his dad's porn collection. By today's standards most of it would be considered soft core (Playboy, Penthouse, etc.) but there were a couple hard core mags in there showing people fucking. We sat on the edge of Keith's bed and poured through them. I did a quick glance at Keith's crotch and saw that he was already hard. I also noticed he took his time and lingered over the pages that showed naked men.
As the rock music from the radio blared out, I was getting deliriously horny from staring at Keith. He was a good looking guy, about 5' 6", and on the thin side; maybe 145 lbs. I had seen him nude in the locker room and found myself thinking more and more about his feminine body when I would jack off. At the same time I was very apprehensive about going any further. What if he would go public if I made a move on him? In the late 70s it was dangerous to be found out as gay or bisexual. There was a group of 4-5 jock types in our school would have "fag hunting" parties and find someone was gay or who they thought was gay (or bi) and beat the hell out of him. I know we weren't the only neighborhood who had these types and I sure as hell didn't want to be the next victim.
I was pretty fucked up myself when I asked him
"So did you get any ideas for you and Carol?"
To which he said
"Ha! I wish! The only thing she'll do with me is make out and let me touch her tits"
"Too bad" I said. "And not even a BJ, huh"
"Man what I wouldn't give to have one!" Then he confessed "That would be my first."
My eyes locked onto his. Call it the weed, call it the booze but my next words to him was
"I can take care of that for you"
I damn near had a panic attack over what just came out of my mouth.
"Seriously?" Then he lowered his voice.
"I'd like that very much. I have been thinking about us doing this for some time"
I couldn't believe my ears but I still need to be convinced more. So I told him
"We have to keep quiet about this. Neither one of us wants our reputation ruined nor our families to find out. Plus we don't want the Hitler Youth coming after us'
He just smiled, took down his jeans to his ankles and laid across the side of his bed with his feet on the floor. I knew it was now or never so I knelt between his legs and put his hard cock in my mouth. He was small, about 3", but it was more than enough for me.
I really didn't know what I was doing so I tried to imitate what I saw in porn movies. I let his cock and ball aroma fill my senses as I put the head in my mouth. I heard him let out a deep groan as he said "Damnnn"
I cupped his balls and jacked his cock and worked the head in and out of my mouth, I could see his head flopping back and forth on the bed as he moaned and groaned. All the time he was saying
"So fucking good, so fucking good"
It took him a good 10 minutes to cum. My jaws were getting tired and I had tears in my eyes from all the sucking I was doing. After a couple of minutes of doing that I started alternating with my hands jacking his cock and deep throating him. I just had the small head in my mouth and was jacking his tiny cock when he came. If there was anyone else in the house they would have heard him howling and moaning- he was that loud.
That was the first time I ever tasted cum, I loved it. He was still laying there with his small cock still glistening except he was passed out. Disappointed and frustrated doesn't begin to describe how I felt. I also felt like I was used. A thought crossed my mind to flip him on his tummy and fuck his smooth round ass but I knew I could never do that to him. In fact, I hated myself for even thinking that.
So I pulled his pants back up, put him in bed so it looked like he was taking a nap and went home. I didn't hear from him that night. The next day was a Friday and he all but ignored me in school. I was worried. I had no idea what he would do or if he would tell anyone.
Finally, late that night called me and said he only had a few minutes but he wanted to talk about yesterday. I said sure and we met under the street light by the corner of my street. Once I got there he told me
"Things got crazy yesterday but maybe that was a good thing because I would like to do it again. I enjoyed every minute of it!"
"Sure who wouldn't mind getting a blow job" I thought to myself with a combination of shame and cynicism.
"But next time you're first because I have been wanting to do that to you for some time"
I was so shocked and excited all I could blurt out was
"Damn, I can't wait"
He then told me he had to leave and that he was going to his aunt and uncle's place upstate because they were throwing him a graduation party and that he wouldn't be back until late Sunday night. We made plans to meet up Monday.
Monday came, but not fast enough. The more we smoked, the more we laughed. I forget what I said but he then laughed, he suggested that we continue in the car. I didn't have to be told twice. Then he reached for my tiny cock. I may be on the small side but it was hard as hell. He unzipped my fly and I was expecting a hand job like my girlfriend would occasionally give me.
I took my pink thong pantys down to my ankles. I reached over to him and to my shock his pants were down too!! As we kissed and I stroked his inner thigh he told me he had dreamed of this for ages.
But as soon as I completed my thought he bent over and put the head of my small cock in his warm mouth. This was my first blowjob! It was finally happening!! I was half surprised I didn't come on the spot because my cock was so hard. Still, I managed to hold off as he worked more and more of it her mouth. Every now and then he'd stop and ask me
"Am I doing it right Lari?" Is this good?"
I was breathing so hard I could barely talk but I could say was
"This is so fuckin good. It's as good as I dreamed it would be"
I then reached out and touched his tiny cock. I let out a yell and told him I was about to cum when he left the head in my mouth and jacked the base. I rewarded him with a huge load and emptied my balls.
I had my eyes closed, basking in the glow of getting by first BJ. I also told him he was awesome and that I never came that hard before in my life. He smiled back at me with an embarrassed grin on his sissy face.
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Lari at School
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Posted:Mar 21, 2024 4:57 am
Last Updated:May 23, 2024 12:59 pm 1322 Views
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So what is strange about this school? Well, because of its emphasis on athletics, there is an obsession with the human body. We all check each other out, locker room and shower time is something to look forward to. And, needless to say, there is a lot of sexy stuff.
And the school knows it. The teachers use it to their advantage, and they are sexy too. So, for example, it's not unheard of for a teacher to order a student to take off some clothes. It's also not unheard of for a teacher to teach a class wearing almost nothing. It's not just a sex thing, it makes sense in the context of the class. For example, in a basics calisthenics class, we need to see how the various exercises affect different muscles.
Don't get me wrong! We are not just having fun, we're working very hard. Graduates of Ocean School in universities. The sexual stuff is not incidental, it's intentional. A strong sex drive is a huge motivator for improved physical condition and athletic achievement.
Another aspect that lends itself towards the sexual is that of discipline and submission. A coach that knows that his team will work as one is a coach that will be successful. For that reason, Ocean teaches the idea that the more intimate team members are with each other, the more cohesive they are. Cohesiveness leads to victories.
That also means that same-sex intimacy is also encouraged. This philosophy goes back to the ancient Greeks, who practiced nude athletics. And it is known that there was a lot of same-sex stuff going on then, too. So that post practice locker room time can also be seen as part of the workout. Some guys walk around with raging hard ons, and then go into the showers. And some other guys will then shower with them, and have fun.
I'm a little more reserved, so I'm not usually looking to parade my nakedness. I'm also a little attracted to guys, but also a little afraid of it. I didn't come here for the sex, I came here for the education. I'm not a prude, so I do kind of like the ambience, but I'm not at the center of it.
But things changed for me a few weeks ago. It was partly my fault, but since then I haven't regretted it. I became front and center in the nudity department in my calisthenics class. It wasn't because I was so great at it, nor was it because I'm so gorgeous. To be honest, there are far better looking guys in the class. It was because I pissed the 25 year old teacher off.
To be more precise, I insulted the teacher. It was one of those lessons where the teacher was demonstrating muscle building while wearing thong panties, and I was starting to fantasize. As I did, I found myself sketching the teacher's hot body, but without the panties. As I did that, my dicklet began to grow. This would've been fine, had Brad, an obnoxious bully who sat next to me, not noticed it. But he did, and seeing as he didn't like me that much either, he wasn't prepared to let an opportunity like this pass.
In one swift move, Brad snatched my drawing. He looked at it, looked at me, and grinned. He held it up like a red cloth in front of a bull, and I took the bait. I reached over to grab it, but he pulled it away and allowed it to fall on the floor. At that point, two other guys in the class saw my artwork, and let out audible snickers. All of this commotion, of course, attracted the attention of the teacher, who walked in our general direction.
"What's going on? Do you boys think you're back in grammer school?" As he now stood, in all of his beautiful panty glory, right by Brad's desk, I became aware of two sensations. A bit of a blush, and a bit more action from below as I got a little turned on by this. Brad made sure that the teacher got the paper, and then the teacher asked who the artist was. A simple thumb point by Brad established my guilt. Little devious smiles on Brad and his buddies accompanied the the teacher's discovery.
He then turned and walked towards the front of the classroom, saying as he went, "Lari, get up to the front of the class." He said it in that disciplinary tone that every knows. For good measure, he added the obligatory "now!" Brad and his friends were loving this. I got up and walked to the front of the class.
"You have a problem with respect, don't you." I was silent, looking a little sheepish and really feeling my blush. But my small dick was not going down, and I didn't want that to be seen. Almost as if sensing it, the teacher said "please turn and face the rest of the class."
"Come on, go down," I'm thinking as I tried to quickly hide the erection. But the teacher was insistent. "I said turn around! What's your problem?"
Very embarrassed, humiliated actually, I turned to face the class. The problem was obvious, and drew outright laughter from the class. The teacher came on my side and looked straight at my small bulge. "Well you obviously misunderstood that this was a sex class. So for you, that's what it is going to become. Class, do you think that Lari has a hard on?" Wow, such directness!
"We can't tell," said Brad with a broad grin. His friends chimed in, "No, we can't be sure." Everybody left, including the teacher, knew where this was going, and, to be honest, I had mixed feelings about it. When you have an erection, even sexual humiliation doesn't seem so bad. I just kept silent and waited to see how it was going to play out.
"Well, I believe in democracy, so I'd like to know who is in favor of making Jordan show us whether he has a hard on or not?" I think two guys voted against, and everyone else was in favor. But Brad had to add something for good measure. "Sir, I think it's important to teach Lari a lesson. He was not only disrespectful to you, but you should know, in general many of us consider him to be an egotistical ass hole." Wow! That was uncalled for! I was gratified to see that not a few guys in the class were shouting Brad down and voicing support for me. Even though they wanted to see me nude, they weren't nasty.
But Brad was, and it was clear to all. Even the teacher noticed it, but in his diabolical way, this could be sweet revenge. Turning to me, he said "I see you have a lot of friends here, who don't want to punish you too badly, so they won't have to. That's fair. But I see that Brad has a problem with you, so I want to deal with that directly. Brad, please come to the front of the room."
Brad didn't know what to think, and seemed a little bit nervous as he got up from his seat. "Take this chair over here and sit down," instructed the teacher. Brad sat in front of the front row, facing me and the teacher. "Lari, since you have turned this into sex class, and you have obviously been nasty to Brad, as well as disrespectful to myself, we need to teach you a lesson. For the next 20 minutes, you must do whatever Brad tells you to."
After the initial shock of these instructions wore off, both Brad and the teacher developed very smug smiles. And his friends in their seats were audibly oohing. Brad wanted to make sure he understood, so he asked the teacher "What exactly can I tell him to do?"
"Anything you want. You can do what you want to him, touch him or more. Understand?" Each word of these instructions got a rise from Brad and his friends, and gave me chills. "You say he's got a big ego, and I agree, so feel free to put him in his place."
"Will do, Sir," answered Brad. Then he turned to me. "Well Lari, what do you have to say for yourself?" I didn't quite get what he wanted, so he helped. "Don't just stand there like an idiot, tell me that you're a fucking ass hole and that now, in front of everybody here, you're going to do anything I fucking want." I glanced at the teacher, to check if this was okay, and the teacher was nodding. I guessed I had no choice.
"I am a fucking asshole, and I will do whatever you want."
"What did you forget to add?" I got it. He was looking for a term of subservience. I gave it to him. "I will do whatever you want, Master Brad." Snickers and satisfaction from the guys.
"The guys think you may have a hardon. Do you? You might as well tell, since we're going to see it anyway. And while you're at it, tell us who it's for." Even the question heated me up. But here was a political question for me. Do I admit that it was for the teacher, or do I continue kissing up to Brad? I figured I do both.
"Well, I have a hardon right now. It started for the teacher, but I think it's also for you, Master Brad, Sir." I could've added, "and I think half the class and growing has a hardon at the moment," but I didn't want to piss anyone else off.
"Take off your shoes and socks, horny slave." Now, normally, taking off your shoes and socks is not a very sexual thing. But it turned me on even more, because of what it meant. I was obeying this obnoxious bully, who happened to be excessively good-looking, and starting to take off my clothes. He knew, the teacher knew, the whole class knew, and I knew, that when I took off those shoes and socks, it meant I'd be taking everything else off as well. His mastery would be established.
So, very subserviently, I bent down and took off my shoes and socks. I then stood straight up, facing Brad, barefoot.
"Lose the shirt faggot." I obediently crossed my arms to the bottom of my shirt, and slowly pulled it up over my head. There were smiles and snickers as I finished removing it and put it on the table next to me. I then stood with my arms at my sides, directly in front of Brad, with my torso completely exposed, my nipples hard with excitement. "Make some muscles, hot boy," he commanded. My arms are pretty well developed, and so I actually enjoyed showing off my muscles.
"Who wants to feel Lari's muscles?" "Oh, we do!" It was those comrades of Brad's who were looking for mischief. "Get your ass over there, and let my guys play with you." "Yes, Master Brad."
I went over to each one, and gave my muscle poses. As I was standing, and they were sitting, they couldn't feel me. Brad gave the obvious order, "Get on your knees, you fucking idiot." Down I went, and then the guys were making obscene noises as they made believe they were turned on by feeling my torso. They did it slowly, sensually, and mockingly.
I had to admit, I loved the sensation of their hands on my feminine body. Those young, strong, smooth hands touching and squeezing me, while I had no right to stop them, were superbly enjoyable. And the groaning and breathing noises they were making as they did so almost had me really groaning. But I held on to what little dignity I had.
But I was getting turned on anyway. One of his wolves noticed and said, "Lari's liking this, just look at his crotch." Yep, it was sticking straight out. And all those guys looking at me only made sure it wasn't going down anytime soon.
"Fuck that. Get up slut. Stand in front of your Master Brad, and take off your pants." Cheers, and up I got. By now, the whole class was into the scene. "Take it off, take it off," was the chant coming from those guys. I, personally, am very much a Panty boi. Sure, a nude hunk is certainly a turn on, but one in panties is also very hot.
As I was feeling sexy, I made the act of taking off my pants as slow and sensual as possible. From the button on top to a very deliberate lowering of the zipper, slowly sliding the pants down over my pink panties, I milked every moment for all it was worth. The guys loved it, and whistled their approval.
Even Brad was into it. "That was good, I could even like you, Lari slave." "Thank you, Master Brad." As I was now just in my pink thong panties and as my hardon was obvious to anyone within 10 miles, I was in complete sexual mode. On my own, I started to move a little bit. A little swiveling the hips, a little turning to show my ass, and a little running my hands from my nipples down to my thighs elicited some whistles and snide comments from the guys, pinching, twisting and pulling my nipples, that sent a message straight to my small dicklet.
"Even though I can like you, I still think you're an asshole. Take off the panties, and get nude for all of us, slut boy." My dicklet was tingling, and I know there was a pre-cum stain on my panties. "Yes, Master Brad, I will get nude for you now."
By now, I was completely horny and sexual. To be honest, I couldn't wait to get rid of the panties. Even so, I forced myself to make a sex show of it. Here I was, losing my last stitch of clothing, my last stitch of dignity, to become a naked toy to the class bully. That is so hot!
I put my thumbs under the elastic, and started to play with the panties. I pulled it down on one side, and up on the other, and then switched. At this point I was really dancing a striptease. I was swiveling, twerking, playing with the panties and feeling great. And then the moment we had all been waiting for: it was going to come off. I did it by pulling down the elastic on each side, alternating sides, a little more each time. My rock-solid dicklet was ready to jump. I now rubbed the elastic on the thin shaft, and kept slowly pulling down. The panties slid down my clitty, revealing more of my short shaft as it went. Finally, I got to the small mushroom head and swiveled a little bit for effect. Then I moved the elastic further down.
Even though 90% of my dicklet was revealed to Brad and the guys now, I felt the tension of that last centimeter being held back by my thong panties. I was hard as a rock. It was an intense pleasure, beyond what I usually feel. And it was liberating, to share my horniness with a room full of hot guys.
It was time. I gave it a little extra pull, and my clitty bounced out like a rubber ball. Applause. Brad chimed in, "Damn, my little sex toy boy is horny. Get rid of the underwear. Spread your legs and put your hands on your head."
I did as I was told. My entire body was tingling as I was standing there completely nude in front of this hot bully, the entire class, and the hot teacher. "Shake it, keep dancing for me, boy. Show everybody how horny you are. Shake your tiny dick and balls for us."
I'm not the greatest dancer, but all of a sudden I was finding moves I didn't know I had. I was spreading my legs, shaking my privates, crouching low and then stretching sideways. I felt the whole message of my dance was basically that I was a nude slave to this hot Brad bully, and I was showing him my most intimate parts to beg him to feel me and own me. When I turned around and shook my bubble butt, it was as if I was saying "Please spank Master and squeeze me." Every part of my body was being offered to him for his pleasure.
At one point, I even got down on all fours like a puppy and crawled in a circle. When my back was to him, I stopped, spread my legs a little more and made sure he could see hairless boi pussy and my balls. I even gave them a little shake. I wished he would've spanked me then, but he didn't. So then I got back up. But I wouldn't be disappointed for long.
As soon as I faced Brad again, all my glory showing, he suddenly stood up and grabbed my balls. With his left hand, he took hold of my dicklet too. He brought his face right up to mine, and said with very hot sexual derision, "I hope you love me faggot. I really do, because if you don't, this is pretty humiliating, right? I mean, you've obeyed everything I tell you to do, you've stripped nude in front of everybody in this class. And right now I'm feeling your balls and playing with your tiny dick. If you don't love me, that's pretty fucking humiliating. What you have to say, horny Lari?"
This wasn't hard. He was right! I was stark naked at his order, and had basically been begging him to be my sex Master. Now he was playing with my balls and clitty and mocking me in front of everybody. And I was loving it.
"Yes, Master Brad, you know that I love you. You are so fucking hot, I am honored to be your nude slave. I'm sorry for all the times I didn't respect you, and I accept this humiliation as my punishment. The touch of your sexy Master hands on my private parts, on my balls and tiny clitty, makes me horny beyond belief. You are a real superior man, I'm a little gurl ......... Sir"
Just saying this made me hotter, but then, on an impulse, I said something that would make a long-lasting impression. "I want to be your nude slave whenever you want. Just say the word, and I will come to where you tell me and be your nude toy."
Brad smiled and looked at me mischievously. He now had power. He had the power to make me the class's naked toy for the next six months. I could see that he loved that. He came close again, and started stroking my dicklet with his left hand, while he reached around and squeezed my bubble butt with his right. He didn't answer right away, as he was enjoying dominating me in front of everybody. In fact, he took his left hand off of my dicklet, grabbed my hair, turned me sideways and bent me over.
Then I got what I secretly wanted. He started giving me some really good smacks on my cute butt. The class was whistling. Brad whispered insults as he hit me and I winced. "Learn your lesson faggot. Hot Master Brad owns your body. You have promised to be my sex slave for the next six months. So get used to this, bitch." He then stopped spanking and felt down my legs.
A cheer and an applause signaled approval. "Guys, you like what you see?" He grabbed me by the shoulders, turned me to face the rest of the class, reached around my front and slap-bounced my dicklet a little bit. Then he turned me around again, bent me forward, and smacked my butt for their pleasure. "Yeah, sexy," were some of the responses.
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