Woman Finds Stepson With Her Panties

I thought back to the moment he was talking about. It was a very sexy, but fairly conservative, black bikini that Bill bought me. I didn't even want to wear it, but Bill pressured me into it. I thought it was too risqué because the top had fairly small triangles to cover my breasts and the bikini was V cut so all my legs were showing. "Oh yes, I remember now." I looked at him and smiled, "So that did it for you huh?"

-"So let me ask you, how did you end up with my..." I didn't want to finish my sentence. I could tell he went back to being uncomfortable. I looked over at him and was going to tell him he didn't have to answer but I noticed a bulge in his pants. He was trying to cover it with his hands. This made me become wet and already I could feel my lips getting gooey.

It took him a few seconds before answering. "Ok. I went into you bathroom to get some toothpaste one afternoon and you hamper was open." He wanted to leave it at that, but I was getting too excited to leave it alone.

He took a big breath of air and his answer came out really fast. "Well, I saw one of your beige panties, uh underwear, on top and held it up. I pictured what you'd look like in it and you know the rest."

I was very turned on at this point, but I didn't want him to know that. It's a good thing women do not get erections like men. I stayed calm and serious. "How long have you been masturbating with them?"

I looked over at him and his face had turned really red. I said, "I'm sorry. I should have used another word. I didn't mean to embarrass you."

He looked at me and like a smart-ass said, "What word would you have used, jerking off?"

-"David!" I couldn't help but blush.

-"See what I am by prude?"

-"Very funny young man." He enjoyed teasing me. I could tell because his bulge got bigger. However, I didn't want to lose control of the situation so I said, "Ok, how long have you been jerking with them?"

He stayed silent for a moment before he said, "Like two months or so?"

-"Wow. I never noticed."

-"How could you notice?

-"Well, you know..."

This time he had the power. It was his turn to get me to say the words. He looked at me with a smile and said, "Well...?" I tried to remain poised as much as I could. "Well, because I never found any sperm in them. Can you ejaculate at your age?"

This offended him. "Of course I can!"

-"I didn't mean to insult you, really. I just asked because I never saw any that's all. Don't you finish?"

The anger in him caused him to respond without thinking. "Of course I do, but I don't cum in them because I didn't want you to find out. I cum on the floor and wipe it off."

I didn't know what to say next. I tried to think of something fast. "Can I ask you another question?"

-"Sure. Why stop now." I didn't like his aggressive tone, but if this was going to get me some answers I went along with it. "There was a thong in the hamper last week. Why didn't you take that one out too?"

-"I'm not into thongs. I like the average ones. The ones you use everyday. Too many girls wear thongs now. Everybody wants to be a slut. You're much classier than that. You probably make the normal ones look sexier anyway."

He spoke with such confidence that I knew he meant it. "Thank you David." I was overwhelmed by this compliment. He could see the smile on my face and started laughing. I asked, "What is it?"

He laughed even more now and said, "No way. Sorry."

-"No you're going to think I'm nasty."

-"Just say it. I promise I won't judge you."

-"You sure?"

-"Well ok. Your briefs have more smell to them. I know you only wear the thongs for dad so you don't usually keep them on that long anyway. The briefs you wear them all day, so those are the ones with the heaviest...you know...fragrance."

I was speechless. I was happy he told the truth, but I didn't know whether I should be appalled or excited by his comment. But he kept on going, "Besides, the thongs are too small. They're not good for the face because they don't cover enough area, and they're not good for below because I can't wrap them around my entire...you know."

I was officially soaked. I knew that I was going to shower immediately once I got home, but I had to try and contain myself in front of him. I couldn't let him know what was going on. "I see. Well, thanks for clearing that up for me."

-"Is there anything else you'd like to know?"

-"Hmm, I don't know."

-"You have great taste in underwear you know."

I looked over at him and grinned. "I take it you've gone through my entire collection."

-"Oh yeah."

-"Any favorites?"

-"Well, like I said, I'm not into the thongs or lacy frilly ones. I like all your cotton briefs. I love that you buy new ones when they're wearing out. I always check to see if you bring any new ones home. And you always pick classy colors. I love your typical white, beige and black ones. But I also love that you have cute ones too; like the colorful silly ones with the stripes and little hearts or bows in the middle. Those are so cool. "

-"Thanks." He noticed my blushing and thought it was so sweet how he kept trying to please me."

-"And I love that they're not granny panties that are high. I love that you have low-rise, the v-cut and the seamless ones must look great on you."

I started laughing uncontrollably. I was part nervous, part flattered, and part horny. I finally calmed down and looked at him. He has such a proud smile on his face. He got everything he wanted to say out, and was pleased that I didn't freak out.

-"You should sell women's lingerie for a living. You seem to know so much. Oh, and don't think they look so good on me, please."

-"Nah. I just logged onto the Victoria secret web page and learned all the names. You buy most of your stuff from there anyway. Oh, and I bet you they look amazing on you."

At this point, I was extremely comfortable with our conversation. We both were. "So, anyone you like in particular?"

-"Yes! Your pink v-string! Oh, that one kills me. You should get more like those. I love how the front is big enough to cover your pussy...oh shit I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say it like that."

-"Its ok. Go on."

-"Well, I love how the front is normal and big enough to cover your...pussy...and how the waistband is a tiny string but then in the back it hugs your entire ass. Oh, man. Dad's such a lucky guy."

I put my hand on his thigh. I felt his leg starting to tremble. He became very silent all of the sudden. I don't know if he noticed or not, but my hand was trembling as well. "Thank you David. That's so sweet of you to say."

He didn't respond. The car was very silent now, but it wasn't long until we reach the house. I parked outside and said, "David, you have to promise me this all stays between us."

-"Of course."

I looked over at him and grinned. "Well, you have the house all to yourself now. Do you want me to take the girls for some ice cream and give you extra time?"

He opened his eyes really widely. "Are you serious?"

-"Very serious. I'd like you to."

-"Because I know you like it."

-"Well, it's different now that you now."

-"Well, your more than welcome to whenever you want to. Just make sure nobody's in the house."

David didn't know what to say. He became very nervous. "Why are you doing this?"

-"Because this is the first time we've had our first real talk. I appreciate you being honest with me. Like I said, it's very flattering to me." He reached for the door and I put me hand on his leg. My heart was racing, "If you do it today you'll be very pleased with what's in the hamper. I did laundry this morning, but there's one in there I'm sure you'll enjoy."

He smiled nervously. "Why?"

-"Because I went to the gym this morning and I was wearing it. I know you like them smelly." His jaw dropped in amazement. I said, "Pick a pair out of my underwear drawer and use that for the bottom. Oh, and you can finish in it if you want."

-"What? Really? You wont be disgusted?"

-"No. Finish and put it back in the hamper, I'll wash them later."

David started getting suspicious. This was too good to be true. "Are you sure?"

-"For the last time, yes. But only do that today. If in the next few weeks you do it again, take the pair of panties you use to finish and stash them under your bed. I don't want your father looking in the hamper and thinking I was with another man. Do you understand me?"

David rushed off into the house. When David went into the house I felt my pants were soaked. I used the armrests to prop myself off my seat and look down. The leather seats were black but I could tell they were wet. I ran my hand over the seat and confirmed my situation. I put my hand between my legs and felt the entire area wet also. I was wearing khaki pants so I know the wetness would clearly show, so when I went to pick up the girls I made sure to tie a sweater around my waist when I got out of the car. I took the girls out for ice cream, giving David a good forty-five minutes by himself.

When I got back to the house I rushed upstairs to my bathroom. I opened the hamper and found a pair of my white cotton seamless panties completely soiled from David. The goo wasn't thick, but it was still there. I locked the door and dropped my pants to my ankles. I rested my back against the wall and pressed my panties to my face and inhaled the smell of David's cum. I thought about what David must have looked like masturbating with them in his hand. It didn't take long for me to be close to an orgasm. I looked at myself in the mirror, with my panties in my face, and felt so deliciously dirty that I came instantly.

For the next couple of months the situation became routine. Every couple of days or so I would check under David's bed and find my soiled panties. He would get off smelling me, and I would get off smelling him. Hopefully, he didn't know I was doing this. I wished he felt that I was simply washing them. Occasionally I bought new ones for him to admire. Nothing fancy, just more of the plain cut ones but with different shades of color. I made sure not to mention of it to him and acted really seriously around him all the time. Bill and I made love several times during those few months but the routine of it all wasn't pleasing me as much as my unusual situation with David was. However, I would never bring myself to touch David as much as I wanted to. It was just too wrong. So I decided to do the next best thing. I decided to fulfill both of our fantasies in one day.

David's birthday was coming up so I decided to give us both a present. Bill wanted to take us all out to a fancy dinner to celebrate his son's 16th birthday, so I went out and bought a new dress. I got a chic, low cut, black dress that zips up in the back. On the day of his birthday I dropped the girls off at school and came home to David and an empty house. I went to his bedroom and told him to be ready by 7pm, because his father made reservations for 7:30pm. I went to my room and put on favorite pair of my panties, the pink low cut v-string. I put a matching bra on and then my dress, but I needed someone to help me with the zipper. I stood in front of my full-length mirror and called David to my room. He walked in and found me unzipped. My back was to him and the dress was open from behind. From his angle he could see the back of my bra strap and only the top part of my panties.

He looked at me and said, "Oh shit! I'm sorry!" I couldn't conceal the devilish grin on my face.

-"It's ok. I called you in here didn't I? I need you to help me with my dress. I want to see how it fits before I wear it tonight." He walked over to me and grabbed my zipper. I looked at his face in the mirror's reflection and saw him look down at my panties.

He said, "Hey, you're wearing my favorite pair!"

-"I know they're your birthday present."

This shook him a little and he started to stutter, "Wha-, wha, what do you mean?"

I put my hand on his face, "You didn't think I'd leave you without a birthday present now did you?"

-"I don't know."

-"Would you like to see me in them?"

-"Yes! Please!"

-"What would you do if you saw me in them?"

He took a few moments, "Well, you know, eventually I would...you know, masturbate thinking about it."

I looked at him very sternly. "Ok, but you have to promise not to tell anyone. ANYONE, you hear me?" He was so excited he could barely hold it in. I turned around again, "Now zip me up." He did so in about a second. I told him to go to his room.

I waited a few moments before I showed up, just to make him more anxious. I was getting hotter every passing moment as well. I showed up with a shopping bag in my hand. I asked David to lie down on the bed and locked the door. He jumped to my command. He just lied there with a big smile on his face. I said, "Take your shirt off please."

-"What? Why?"

-"Are you going to do it or not?"

He hesitated, but he took off his shirt. He had a bare chest except for three hairs coming in. I sat down on the bed next to him and rubbed my hand over them. "Oh look, you're becoming a man just like your face." David started sweating a little. He didn't know what to do. I said, "David, take your pants off." He asked why, so I said, "Because if you're going to see me, I should be able to see you. Do you want to see me or not." He unbuttoned himself with shaky hands and pulled his jeans down to his ankles. I said, "Now, I don't want you to say anything. Just do what I tell you. If you say one word I will stop this whole thing ok?" He nodded. He was obviously very uneasy, but his penis was fully erect. I knew this type of exposure would turn him on.

I stood up in front of him. "Nod if you understand me. You cannot tell anyone about this. I'm repeating it because I'm very serious about this. Do you understand?" He quickly nodded. I gave him the best devilish grin I could muster. I opened the shopping bag I had with me and emptied out the contents onto his chest. They were all my dirty panties from last week. I started rubbing them on his chest so he could feel the cotton press up against him. "These are all used. I want you to take your pick and as you like to say, jerk off in front of me."

He was about to open his mouth when I said, "Remember our deal!" He looked at his chest and held several of them in the air. I saw him inspect them for any stains on the vaginal area and press them to his face. I sat down on the bed and tugged his boxers down to his thighs. He tried to stop me but I said, "I'll stop all of this right now young man!" So he just surrendered to me. He laid flat on his back and let me take control. With Bill he's always in control, so this was a very erotic change for me. I stared at his penis, already oozing pre-cum. His balls were already compressed up towards his penis from the excitement. I took one of the pair of panties from his chest and said, "This satin pair will be perfect for this area. I placed my hand over his penis with the satin panties. Two things happened. First, I could feel his cock shake in my hand. I felt his heartbeat through his penis. This was the first time a woman had touched him there, and if I wasn't careful, he was bound to cum from this alone. Second, my pussy quickly became soaked. I was fascinated by the effect I was having on him. I loved the texture of his small penis in my hand. It's been a while since I've felt one this hard in my hand before.

I released his cock and replaced it with his own hand. "Which one are you going to sniff?" He chose a beige pair of cotton ones, so I grabbed the rest and put them in the shopping bag. "You know our arrangement, place them under your mattress when you're done with those. Now, listen to me, this is very important. When you're about to ejaculate, I want you to stop and tell me. OK?" He nodded. I said, "Ok, start."

He started rubbing himself very slowly.. My vagina was soaked. I just stood up and stared at him. His body all exposed to me, his helplessness in the situation was intoxicating. I lifted my dress up to where my belly button is and gave him his peek. His eyes opened one like silver dollars and he began furiously pumping his cock. I turned around to give him a peek of my ass. I loved the sound of the thumping of his hand against his body made. I turned around to give him a frontal view. I looked down myself and the vaginal spot had a big wet circle on it. I pulled my panties up to cause the fabric to press up against my vagina and cause a camel toe. I said, "Are they too tight you think?" He shook his head no rapidly. He started taking enormous whiffs of the panties on his face and I pressed up my panties even more against myself. I was so wet that one of my vaginal lips to popped out of the side. A big gooey strand of my juices was clinging it to it. He began to pump even faster and I could tell he was about to cum. I yelled, "No!"

I rushed over to him and took his hand away from his penis. I took the panty out of his face. He was too aroused to think straight. He looked like he was just waking up from surgery where a general anesthetic was used. I looked at his penis and it was throbbing so hard I could actually see it bounce up and down from arousal. Pre-cum was coming out non-stop. Any sort of contact would set it off. I said, "I want to give you your b-day present. Put your hands at your sides."

I stood up in front of him and lowered my dress, but as I did so, I slid my panties off. I sat down next to him, he tried to look up my dress but I closed my legs together. I made him look straight into my eyes. I said, "Listen David, I'm very turned on by all of this. I want you to know that. Look at my panties." I held them up for him so he could see the mucus-like juices all over it. I know you want to do a lot of things to me, but I really can't. It's not right and wouldn't be fair to your father. This is as far as we can go. But I want you to enjoy all of this ok? This is the only time this will happen."

He nodded like he understood, but I think he was too excited to really listen. I said, "You can't use your hands to touch yourself ok?" He nodded again.

I put my drenched panties on his face. I made sure the vaginal covering was directly over his nose and mouth. I used my palm to make sure my vaginal mucus was all over him. I could feel his tongue against my palm. He began lapping up my juices through the material and was grinding his face against my hand. He inhaled as if it were his last breath. I released my grip, which was shortly replaced by his own. I looked at his still throbbing penis, then back at him. I said, "David..." He looked at me, his eyes poking out through the leg openings of the panties. "...happy birthday."

I took the satin underwear he was using before and clothed his penis with it. I began pumping his cock with long, full strokes.

He was so surprised he let out, "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooh".

It only took about ten pumps to make him cum. I knew it would happen shortly, but I was impressed by his explosion. His first eruption actually sent a few drops right through the material and onto his stomach. He started rocking his hips almost uncontrollably to my hand. I continued my rhythm so his orgasm wouldn't be interrupted. The second and third spurts came out hard as well. The panties were getting drenched with each pump I made until eventually I could feel the cum in my first. I cupped his balls with my free hands and started massaging them.

I said, "That's it honey, just let in happen."

I looked at David, his arms were wide open resting on the bed. As his orgasm started dying down I slowed down the pace on my hand thrusts, but never stopped.

I said, "Mmm, that's a good boy. Just relax."

I felt his penis starting to get smaller in my hand. My pumps turned into a two handed massage. I took his now soft penis between my fingers and squeezed it from the bottom all the way to the head, making sure every last drop was out. Finally, his penis was at its softest state and I took in one final caress and stood up. I took the panties off over his penis and saw it in its normal state. I saw shocked by how small it had become. It was like two inches and dangled there pretty helplessly, surrounded by its own cum.

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tagMatureCrotching Tiger & Ridden Dragon Ch. 06

Crotching Tiger & Ridden Dragon Ch. 06

byMy Erotic Tail©

Earth, Wind, Fire & Water

Tiger walked bare foot in his Gi to the Dojo door. Looking back at little Dragon who was in the center of the room on the mat. He bowed with his hands clasped in form. "Strength of the Tiger and Wisdom of the Dragon." He said while his left hand folded over his right fist. Turning he locked the door and pulled the shades then turned out the light.

"Like I said, all 4 elements in this world need the other 3 to sustain. They are inter-linked into each other." Tiger said while turning. "All 4 elements, earth, wind, fire and water make up this world and all that is on it. Learn to use them to aid you in tasks, survival and life. Fear their rage yet embrace their comforts."

Little Dragon smiled then spun in a circle with the dim light from the back room silhouetting her. Her spinning ended with her on one foot and the other pulled up high. Her knee bent before her, she poised. Her arms out from her with open hands.

"The fire of the Dragon is hot this night." She said in a sensual tone. Looking at Tiger who was now slowly stepping on the mat after a short bow. Then slowly he paced closer to little Dragon.

"Then perhaps a breeze can cool its flame." He somersaulted with his body's twisting momentum. Till he came to her side and reached for a grabbing hold. But Dragon whipped in a spinning circle, pulling from him playfully.

"Be as the tree and bend with the wind." She said smiling from her escaping dart. Then turned and kicked with her spinning heel. "The raging tornado excites the breeze." She boast then spun in short circles. Stopping she swayed her hips seductively. Down she wiggled her ass till she was almost kneeling then swayed back up to a standing pose. Cocking her hips back and forth with her hands on her waist. Smiling from her alluring dance.

Twisting his body quickly he came behind Dragon before she could move and Tiger grabbed her. Holding her tightly with arms wrapped around her he leaned in and kissed her neck and whispered in her ear. "Water consumes the fire." He said with a slight laugh. His hand reached up cupping her firm breast.

Little Dragons hand come behind her low. Finding his leg and raising her hand to his crotch. She rubbed Tigers cock sensually. Felling his mound move she said. "Water is boiling from the fires heat." Giggling she rubbed his mound more.

Tiger pushed into her hand. His concentration broke long enough that Little Dragon twisted quickly and pulled Tigers arms behind him. Locking him in a hold, she laughed. "Earth holds water." Little Dragon held tightly onto Tiger keeping his bent arm pulled up high.

Tiger spun in the direction of her hold bringing them both to the ground. Rolling apart from each other they stopped and gazed at one another. "Be as water. You can not grasp water." He said laughing, standing then walking to her. He put out his hand to help her up. "Water gives the Earth life."

Little Dragon took Tigers hand and pulled her self up. Then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. They embraced each other with twirling tongues. Little Dragon pulled back her head slowly looking him in his eyes. "The Flame of desire is flickering."

Gripping Dragon tight and slightly lifting her off the ground. Tiger spun in a circle quickly then let her feet touch the ground. "The passion of the Wind shall carry us to the flames of passion." Tiger said looking in her eyes. His hands run slowly up and down her back sensually. Tiger leaned into her neck and kissed her below the ear, licking a wet spot and whispered. "And fire can not survive without air." Then blew lightly below her ear.

Little Dragon's head fell backwards allowing Tiger to kiss her neck. Her braided ponytail fell across her back. Tiger licked and kissed her neck and shoulders. His hand cupped her breast and squeezed lightly. Then sliding his hand into her sports bra and pulling her breast to his lips, sucking at her tit. Bringing her nipple to hardness as he enveloped it with his lips then pulled back a bit. "The fruits of the earth are sweet." He said smiling.

Little Dragon moaned in pleasure as she reached down and found his mounded crotch. Lowering her fingers to fondle his balls. "The Earth produces some fine nuts too." She said laughing. Tiger surged to hardness with her finger play. Pulling his tie on his black gi pants and allowing them to fall.

"May our souls soar on the wind while our bodies lie on the earth." Tiger said while pulling Dragon's top over her shoulders and down. Diving into her neck with nips at her flesh with light and playful tugs from his lips. "Drive ourselves to wetness as we fuel our fires."

"Oh you're always talking riddles. You want to fuck or not?" Little Dragon laughed while wrapping her arms around Tiger. Their bodies lightly drifted to the floor of the dojo together. Embraced and exploring each other's tongues and contours wildly. Little Dragon sat on Tiger while her hands roamed his strong chest. Tiger gripped her waist with both hands guiding her over his stiffness.

Her swaying hips pressed lightly into Tigers crotch. He ached for her now as he worked to remove her bottoms. Her lips pressed hard against his while she pulled them off the rest of the way. "You want to bury that flaming torch in a pool of wetness and make some steam?" She said laughing.

Little Dragon climbed on top of Tiger and fixed his cock to her opening. Then lowered her self on him. Tilting her head back while he pressed in her slowly. Pulling her hips tighter while he pulsed up to her. She rocked above him slowly putting her fingers deeper in his chest. Her short pants were broken by the moans she sounded. Tiger watched her swinging hips grinding into him. Tightening his grip and thrusting upward, their passion rose with every meeting of their bodies crashing drives.

Tiger lay flat on his back while Little Dragon worked herself into a frenzy of humping pounces. Excited, Tiger began pumping faster driving himself deeper. Vigorously they pressed into each other. Little Dragon pressed her lips into Tigers. Wildly twirling her tongue in his mouth. Stretching her arms above him, pressing into him.

Whipping her head and flinging her ponytail to the outside. Kissing Tigers cheek then neck while swaying her hips back and forth. Grinding into him more and more with nipping bites at his shoulders. Her wetness flowed as she sucked on his flesh while releasing her passion.

Tiger held firmly while driving faster and faster with tightly held grip at her waist. He pumped her madly till he filled her with warmness. His pulsing cock moved deeper with his final push and held. Quivered done as he relaxed his tight hold and his body slowly drew from hers. He melted into the floor with muscles spent and relaxed.

Still holding her Tiger wrapped his arms around her bringing her close to his side. Little Dragon laid her head on his chest. His heart pounded loudly. She hugged him tightly letting out a sigh. They lay quiet and still for a while. Their breaths rang out in the silence. Little Dragon looked up at Tiger smiling.

"You make the Earth move under me." She said with a giggle.

"You make my heart soar on the Wind." Tiger smiled with his come back.

Little Dragon sat up to him closer; "My love is deeper than the Water in the ocean." She said proudly. Looking at him for his reply, smiling big.

"Fire?" Tiger said thinking hard. Little Dragon giggled and watched him grinning. "My love is but a small candle." He said looking at Dragon. She had a slight confused look on her face as her attentive ears cocked towards him smiling. "Humble in your brightness, but a flame to brighten your way. Bound to where you place me on this Earth. Flickering to the sway from the wind of your words. The body of water that I do love. Tranquility comes when all are at peace."

"Or when I get me a piece, of Tiger's tail." Little Dragon said laughing. Tiger reached to tickle her for her comment. "Squeal," Little Dragon let out while laughing. "Ok ok. I give." Tiger withdrew his wiggling fingers from her side.

He pulled her to him and laid back. Smiling at little Dragons cautious way. She settled into him kissing his chest and working her way up to his lips. He kissed her back till she kissed his cheek then his neck.

"Ouch..." Tiger let out as Little Dragon raised up from her bite. Giggling she sat up while Tiger reached up and held the sting on his neck. She was slightly laughing; he was a bit startled.

"So is pain, Earth, Wind, Fire or Water?" She asked with her head tilted down and eyes looking up at him. She bit on her bottom lip trying to keep from bursting out laughing.

Tiger looked at her for a long time thinking, and then a smile grew across his face. He started to get up but Little Dragon sat waiting for her answer. He pushed up again to get her to move but she stayed and pressed him back down smiling.

"Well?" She asked short and serious. Looking him in the eyes and raising her hands to her hips. Tilting her head with waiting ears.

"Well what?" Tiger asked looking at her perky breast that bowed out from her sassy pose. Her eye's narrowed and lips tightened. "Ok." Tiger said giving in to her. "All four." He said laughing as he got up and began dressing. Little Dragon sat there with a blank stare thinking. Then a smile grew across her face.

She grabbed her Gi and quickly put it on. Looking at Tiger and smiling. She run towards the back and flicked her ponytail as she said. "I'll be ready to go in less than five minutes." Then disappeared into the women's change room.

Tiger quickly gathered his things and waited for Dragon to return. He looked around the dojo. The tranquility that came from the rare silence. "All the elements were at peace this night." Tiger thought. Dee came out and the two left arm in arm.

The clicking of the door lock was the beginning of the silence that befell the empty studio.

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tagTranssexuals & CrossdressersThe Unexpected Prey

The Unexpected Prey

Raphael swirled the beer in his bottle and surveyed the crowded room. The man he was chatting with-he'd introduced himself as Dan-was droning on about the stock market. Raphael was listening with half an ear. His friend Keith brought him to this bar, he said it was very exclusive. There certainly was a lot of testosterone in here, apart from the waitresses he could only see men. All were loudly going on about the big account they just landed or the big trade they put on. Raphael loathed this kind of conversation.

The staff all looked gorgeous though. One of the hostesses caught his eye and smiled, he smiled back politely. "Nice piece of ass!" Dan stated. Raphael expected such a frat boy comment. It was perfectly in line with the general mindset of this crowd. He just nodded and smiled in response. Dan looked a bit puzzled by the lukewarm reaction. Raphael could read his mind: "this guy must be gay." That was fine by Raphael. Little did Dan know that he was actually jealous of the hostess. Jealous of her perfect body, which she eagerly showed off. But above all of the power she had over these men, and the way she used it, with intent.

Raphael finished his drink and walked over to the bar for the next one. It was time for something stronger. The hostess he exchanged smiles with was there. "Can I get an Old Fashioned?" asked Raphael. "Sure," came the reply. "In fact we have a collection of vintage bourbons and whiskeys, which one would you like?" She presented him with a menu. Raphael chose a 23 year-old Kentucky Straight whiskey. "You seem to know your spirits, would you like to see our cellar?", the hostess asked. She flashed a sweet, encouraging smile. This piqued Raphael's interest. "Yes please."

The hostess motioned to a door at the end of the curved bar. Raphael walked up to it, she led him through, down a narrow and dimly-lit staircase.

"I'm Tamsin by the way," she said.

"Raphael, pleased to meet you."

At the bottom of the stairs, the cellar extended a few metres further. Raphael needed a few moments to adapt to the darkness. The cellar looked solemn, with alcoves on both sides, each filled with bottles. He couldn't hear the din of the party above anymore.

"So here you have it, vintage bottles of nearly everything," Tamsin said. Raphael wandered along the alcoves. He spotted an Armagnac from 1956, a Scotch from 1963, a rum that looked like it came straight off a pirate ship. "Very impressive," he said.

"Thanks," said Tamsin. "But the really interesting stuff is behind this door." She pointed to a steel door at the end of the corridor. She reached it in a few steps and opened it. Light flooded the cellar. "Come on!" she enjoined Raphael.

Tentatively, Raphael stepped into the room. It looked like a locker room, with a linoleum floor and a bench in the middle of a number of lockers. There was another door at the far end. He assumed this was where the personnel got changed. He was puzzled by the floor to ceiling mirrors on the walls though.

Tamsin had remained near the entrance. She closed the door. Raphael turned around. Tamsin had a conspiratorial look on her face. "What's this? Why are you showing me this?" Raphael asked. There was more apprehension in his voice than he liked.

"Don't worry," Tamsin said soothingly. "Actually, I expect you to show me something now."

Before Raphael could process this, she moved up to him, surprisingly swiftly. She placed one hand on his neck and slid the other into his jeans. Raphael's heart nearly jumped out of his chest in alarm. He felt Tamsin stroking his shaved butt and playing with his frilly g-string. Raphael braced for the inevitable laughter and ridicule to come. But she seemed unfazed. She moved her hand to his crotch, his cock twitched. Her smile morphed from friendly to wicked.

"Take off your clothes", she whispered in his ear.

Raphael's head started spinning, overwhelmed by panic and fear. He couldn't undress, he'd shaven his body all over and even painted his toenails! He didn't want people to find out! But his cock stirred at the idea that he would be so exposed.

Tamsin didn't fail to notice. "Come on, you know want to. It's ok, trust me."

She took a few steps back and kept staring at Raphael. A whirlwind of thoughts went through his head, shame, fear, panic. But also excitement, he was reluctant to admit. After what seemed like ages, he gave in and started to unbutton his fly. He had never been good at standing up for himself. His heart was racing as he slowly took off his clothes. One by one his perky butt, smoothly shaved legs and pink toenails were revealed. He stared at the floor, dejected.

"Cheer up Raphael, you look lovely! You even have a waist," Tamsin said approvingly. "I like boys who take care of themselves. Come here." She pulled a bag out of one of the lockers. She took out a matching bra and thong and threw them to Raphael. A garter belt, fishnets and a lacy chemise followed.

"Put this on."

Raphael self-consciously walked the few steps and picked up the lingerie. He started to put it on, his cock by now rock hard. He couldn't help but steal glances at his reflection in the mirrors. The sight turned him on even more, inevitably.

"Very nice," Tamsin said, "but you're not done yet." She gave him a pair of stilettos. After Raphael put those on she ordered him to kneel, and swiftly locked a collar with lead around his neck. Next she grotesquely applied red lipstick to his face.

"One last thing," Tamsin added, and she pushed Raphael forward so that he was on his hands and knees. In what seemed like one fluid movement, she produced a steel buttplug, lubed it up and worked it into Raphael's ass. The sudden cold and feeling of fulness made Raphael moan.

"Oh, you like this?" Tamsin replied. "Good, you'll enjoy the rest of the evening then, let's go."

Tamsin gave a tug on the lead and Raphael got to his feet, uneasily staggering behind her towards the far door. Despite his fear and shame, he caught another glimpse of himself in the mirror, and once again his cock stirred. He had to admit to himself he was pleased, no proud, with how hot he looked. He noticed the buttplug had a tail, it swung from side to side and gently caressed his legs with every step.

Tamsin led Raphael through the door, which opened onto the bar's lobby. Raphael noticed the men had assembled at the entrance of the bar itself. It looked like they were all appraising him. His head started spinning and he felt his bowels liquefy. He must have stopped, because Tamsin tugged on the leash. She swung the doors open and pulled him in.

At once whistles, cheers and whoops broke out. He choked with fear and anticipation, but still Raphael took it all in and demurely looked down with a little smile. He was terrified, but at the same time pleased with such a reception. With every hip-swinging step, the sensation of the buttplug twisting in his ass made him more aroused.

As they made their way through the crowd, men were fondling his chest, spanking his ass, even feeling his crotch. Raphael's cock was rock hard by now. After a few steps, Tamsin let go of the lead. The men immediately closed in on Raphael. One grabbed him by the waist and roughly kissed him on the mouth. Once again, he choked at the hands eagerly grabbing him and the lustful looks on the men's faces.

Now two strong hands gripped Raphael's shoulders, swivelled him around and pushed him down to his knees. In front of his face, a black man unbuttoned his fly and took out his cock. Raphael looked up at him. The man glared down.

"That's right bitch, you're going to suck my cock." With that the man slapped Raphael across the face and pulled his head forward. In shock, Raphael surrendered the last of his willpower and quickly grabbed the cock. He couldn't close his hand around it. He licked it tentatively.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, bitch!" the man yelled. The crowd erupted in laughter and started cheering and clapping. Raphael opened his lips and let the head in, swirling his tongue around it. He'd sucked dildos before, pretending he was a porn actress, but never a real cock. Raphael was overwhelmed by the humiliation, yet the taste, warmth, and feeling of the cock in his mouth turned him on more than he expected. Maybe he had just found his vocation in life? He closed his eyes and abandoned himself to the moment. He gagged when the cock went into his throat, but soon the black man was rhythmically fucking his face.

Someone behind Raphael pulled his ass up by the buttplug's tail. Alarmed, he immediately realised what was to come. The man behind him pulled out the plug and squirted some lube on his asshole. One finger slipped in, then two. The fingers followed the same rhythm as the cocksucking. Raphael closed his eyes again. Soon he felt two hands grabbing his waist. A cockhead pressed against his asshole. He relaxed as best he could. With one thrust and pull on his hips, the cock was inside. Raphael shivered and moaned, ecstasy and agony combined. The man in front and the one behind started coordinating their movement.

Raphael was being fucked in the ass and the face, dressed like a slut. He forgot the shame and the fear, he was living his ultimate fantasy. He pictured himself from above, became light-headed again. Suddenly, the man whose cock he was sucking pulled out and came all over his face. For good measure he smeared his cum everywhere with his cock. Raphael ran his tongue over his lips to savour the taste. His own cock was so hard it was twitching along with his heartbeat. Another man had already taken the place of the first. He pulled the lead, Raphael grabbed his next cock.

The room became a blur. Raphael was being passed around like a fuck doll. Doggy style. Missionary style. Standing against the bar. Wrapped over one of the couches. He was always pinned down, his mouth always filled with another cock. The rush was overwhelming. Before he passed out, he caught Tamsin handing an envelope to Keith. She cast a glance at him, her prey, he realised now. That wicked smile...

"We're here, man." boomed a voice.

Raphael snapped out of his daze. The outside world came rushing in. He was in a taxi outside of his front door. His memories returned, he looked down in alarm. He was still in his slut outfit. The chemise was ripped apart. He was sticky all over, covered in cum and smeared lipstick. Raphael wanted to die on the spot. He looked at the taxi driver, shame-faced, imploringly.

"Don't worry, you're not the first. Looks like you had quite the night. Can't blame the guys, you're pretty hot", he said, matter-of-factly. "I reckon they'll have you back."

Raphael relaxed and a little smile danced on his lips. He got out of the taxi and teetered to his flat on his high heels. His erection had returned.

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Do your legs hurt after sex?

So pretty much every single time I have sex, the next day my thighs hurt a lot and I can barley walk and the pain lasts for days. It doesn't happen to any of my girl friends, so I'm just wondering if this happens to any other girls?

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  • Sure. If your legs are spread wide and/or pushed up against your chest for any extended length of time like that, it can be a little hard to walk later. Or if you've been on top for a while. So if that's the case, maybe try to vary your positions more? =]

    • Thanks for BA. =] Either way, I consider it a reminder of a good time, and a good workout, haha.

    • Yes, dear Goddess, please be a little more careful with your precious bod. Just imagine how your thighs would feel if you finally found a guy who knew how to use his tongue properly and you kept 'em spread for a long, long time while he pleased you over and over again! mmmmmmmmm


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Trisha


Written by Flynn

11/08/2018

As adults in our 30s, our hookup felt modern yet dirty. You and I met online. Not like the twentysomethings in our teams at work whom were constantly swiping left and right, we met on a swingers site, it felt more deliberate. You had joined with the secret desire to be made to feel like the woman your ex-husband had never made you feel like and I had joined because the women I had met in my life were too vanilla for my tastes. I wanted more. You wanted more. Our paths crossed. A chat, flirty at first, became hotter as time went by and became a burning desire by both of us to meet. Neither of us had pictures showing our faces, but we had already connected on an intimate level, the way we responded to each other seemed natural and fulfilled each others desires. We shared our deepest fantasies. We seemed to click sexually. Long text sessions between us left us both flustered and whilst we had never spoken, we agreed to meet.

You spent the afternoon nervously awaiting my arrival. You took a shower to try and clear your mind and relax but you couldn't, your left hand drifted between your legs and with an absent mind you gently touched yourself, the hot water cascasing down your body and your mind in another place, your fingers found that pleasurable place and you skipped a heartbeat as you thought about what may happen when I arrive. You breathe sharply and realise what you're doing, the anticipation makes your fingers work harder and you have to calm yourself, you say 'not yet' under your breath and forcefully take a squirt of body lotion and continue like it's a normal morning.

You dress, lazily, panties, that you notice after putting on have a thread around the top stitching that's coming loose and you tug at it and walk to the kitchen to find some scissors but you've got no idea where they are, so you pick at it and tug, but in the end tuck it into the band so it's not noticeable, and a shirt, checked, blue and black, and cheap, of which your ex was nothing but, as you'd discovered since; the money he spent on self maintenance was disproportionate to the amount of money he spent on tacky V8 supercars memorabilia. You feel indifferent wearing it, there's no attachment and it may as well be nameless rags. You flick nervously between TV channels, it's early afternoon and predicatbly there's nothing on. A cooking show. A renovation show. A talk show. You flick back and forth and back again, then forth, then back again, not settling on any. You're nervous.

I'm nervous. I'm nervous when I knock at the door. I'm nervous that I've come from work. I'm nervous that the suit I wore to work is too much. I had jeans in my bag but had left it too long and now here I was, outside your door, nervous, in a navy blue suit with a fine pin stripe that I had worried in the morning didn't match the shirt I was wearing. Inconsequential.

You hesitated in answering the door and when you did, you only opened it a little ways, making sure you had that option in case you didn't like what you saw. You did, and felt embarrassed that the door wasn't open and I was standing there sheepishly and you stifled a nervous laugh. I grinned and said Hi, you laughed and opened the door for me, then realised you were still only in panties and a shirt and hopped back in case your neighbours saw you.

You led me into your house and the first three minutes may as well have been three hours, time slowed as the initial awkwardness became apparent, finally we both laughed and you suggested we sit down. I sat down, and you sat closely, we chatted about nothing, mostly pleasantries before I started to lean toward you and after another awkward laugh between us, we kissed. You sighed happily and put your arms around my neck and pulled me closer.

Our kisses were teenage, almost desperate, such was the unleash of sexual tension between us. You pulled at my shirt and I had to help undo the buttons. You saw my nipples were pierced, and laughing, made a playful tweak of them both, I laughed and was thankful you weren't more aggressive and kissed you harder. Your shirt came off quickly after and in that instant your ex was no longer a controlling part of your life.

You pulled back and with a smile started tugging at my belt, I made a joke about whether you'd offer me a coffee or even a glass of water and you laughed and fumbled harder. It didn't take much and my trousers were undone and you reached for my hardness but I'd come to you so rejected your hand. I moved you sideways so that you are sitting on the couch and I was on my knees. You smiled, your legs moved apart and your hands slid from my shoulders to my neck to the back of my head, and you pulled me forward, toward you, your left hand moved and you held my head, pulled my glance to yours and then with your right hand you pulled the fabric of your panties aside...................


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Custom Maid Mistress

It was the morning of our second show. After the baby had been fed and Monique, Michelle, and I had been nursed until our breasts were all empty, it was time to hit the day. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I examined my "new" ears in the mirror now that they were fully healed after the stitches had been removed. My ears were now pointed like elf, Vulcan, or vampire ears. Monique had sculpted them incredibly well; they were almost works of art.

I got in the shower and cleansed my body thoroughly and then dried off completely. I then dried my hair and gathered it up and made it into a short ponytail that allowed my hair to cover my ears. Monique had also altered my eyebrows slightly so that they angled slightly upward. I could now pass as a Vulcan on "Star Trek."

I drove over to the studio to work on the night's show. When I arrived, Arthur met me and we casually chatted and he relayed his thoughts. We looked over the wardrobe that had been readied for the show.

"Wow," I said, "these costumes don't look quite like the ones that you see in the movies. They look more like the ones on the walls of the temples and the pyramids."

"Yes they do." said Art. "You ladies wanted realism and these are authentic ancient Egyptian style outfits. You will find that they are actually quite revealing above the waist. The jewelry is the part that adds the accent to the outfit. You guys will be pleased, I believe."

The set had been decorated and finished to look like the inside of an Egyptian temple and actually looked quite realistic. Our treatment of "The Mummy" looked like it was going to be a great one.

While I was lost in thought, staring at the particulars of the set, a pair of arms surrounded me from behind and hugged me tightly. When they somewhat released their pressure, the hands moved upward and held my breasts tenderly. I remained still for a moment and enjoyed the feeling. I reached behind me and first felt hips and then a nice little ass.

"Good morning, Drew," I said, "you are here early today."

"I know," Drucilla replied, "I wanted a chance to actually visit with you a little. I wanted to show my mistress, Crypta, my new accoutrements."

"It's me, Jaime." I replied. "Crypta has not arrived on the set yet."

She released her grip on me slightly and I turned around. I looked deep into her eyes and returned her hug. I gave her a quick kiss on the lips and smiled. As we released our hug, I stepped back and took her hand. We walked over to a table on the set and sat up upon it.

"You have something that you wanted to show me?" I asked. "Let's see your new pride and joy." I smiled, exposing my fangs and caressed each one with a separate half of my tongue.

"Look," she said as she smiled and raised her upper lip high, "new fangs, sweetie."

"They are gorgeous and sexy." I said. "Let me look at you a moment while I visualize a couple of things." I stepped for a moment and looked her over.

"Look what else!" she exclaimed as she covered her fangs with her now split tongue. She wiggled it around a little bit and pulled it back into her mouth.

"My goodness," I said, "it's definitely you, babe. Let me see what we can do to reward your initiative. My dear, since you're here, would you help me try on my costume for the show tonight?"

"Yes, I will," she answered, beaming from ear to ear, "let's go!" She took my hand and half-skipped to the dressing room.

As we entered the dressing room, we spied the costume rack. She went to the rack and located Crypta's costume. She lifted it off of the rack and brought it over to me. I lifted off my tank top shirt, unhooked my bra, and then undid my denim skirt and slid it off.

Drucilla was all business, only slyly looking me over without reacting. She handed me the bright white petticoat skirt which I wrapped around my waist and hip and tied it off in front as is customary. It ran from my waist to my knees. She next brought the shawl that is the top of the outfit. The shawl wrapped around my shoulders and tied in front below the neck. My shawl was a fine sheer fabric that covered my breasts with the gap between them. With a casual glance might not notice that my breasts are visible through the fabric.

Drew reached around from behind me and passed the collar from one hand to the other, laying it around my neck and fastening it behind. She had me sit in a chair and placed the ebony straight braided wig on my head, orienting it to perfection. She finally placed an ophidian headdress band around the top of my head, level with my forehead. She then escorted me over to the mirror and let me gaze upon myself.

"Queen Jaime Nefertiti of the Nile!" she said as she bowed.

I chuckled and said, "You're too kind, sweet Drucilla. I like it. I don't want to change out of this costume. It's a little 'showy', but it's so hot looking!"

"You make an absolutely beautiful Queen of the Nile." chimed Drew. "Would you like me to apply your makeup now?"

"Why not!" I exclaimed. I handed her my phone, saying "Snap a shot of me, would you please?"

"Sure thing." she affirmed as she began to make me up to me using Egyptian style kohl. When she was finished, she snapped pictures of me using my phone and her camera. She showed me the photos on her camera and they had me floored by the Egyptian goddess that was on the screen.

Drucilla and I went out to the stage and walked around and talked for a while. Before long, we heard the sound of people entering the studio so we went to the dressing room to perform my transformation. I grabbed my contact case and went to the adjacent bathroom to put them in my eyes.

Drucilla followed me into the bathroom, gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, "I will see you later, Jaime." She hastily departed the room and went out to the set.

I took in the enchanting image in the mirror for a minute and then leaned toward the mirror, opened the case and inserted my white vampire eyes. I looked down, blinked, closed my eyes, and breathed deeply.

When I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror and gazed upon Crypta staring back at me dressed as an Egyptian queen. Marina, Yvonne, and the always bodacious Tiffany walked into the dressing room. "Crypta, dear!" they said in unison.

"You are a vision!" said Tiffany.

"Let's get this show on the road, gals." I said.

I helped them all get dressed in their costumes after they had inserted their contact lenses. Gravana's dress was identical to mine while Marina and Yvonne wore sheath dresses running from immediately below the breasts down to below their knees with straps that ran from the tie in front, up between their bare breasts, past the base of the neck and down to the dress top in back. They were both adorned with the ebony braided wigs and simple gold headbands. They were topped off with shawls identical to mine.

When Sheila and Arielle arrived, and then got dressed in sheath dresses identical to Marina and Yvonne and Marina, absent the shawls and headbands. We assisted Sheila and Arielle insert their white eye contacts.

We all strolled out to the set; we saw that Kevin and Tim were already dressed and ready. They were wearing only the Egyptian men's skirt and braided wigs.

Arthur shouted, "Everyone, get in your places! Let's get Tim, Kevin, Sheila, and Arielle in their sarcophagi."

We helped the four of them into the sarcophagi that were waiting for them and closed the lids. We took our places and awaited the action call.

"Standby." commanded Art. "We're go in five, four, three, two, one...."

"Welcome!" said Gravana. "Tonight, you will be treated the recent film, 'The Mummy' starring Brendan Fraser and Rachel Weisz. It is an action packed and special effects packed great time. For you that were with us last time, you know who we are. For our new viewers, I am Mistress Gravana." Extending her arm toward me, "This is Mistress Crypta. Turning toward our peasant girls, "These lovely Gypsies are beautiful Yvonne and Marina."

"Now," I said, "we have some unfinished business to attend to from the last time we were together. Let us go to the first sarcophagus." We walked over to it and carefully slid the lid off of it. The camera zoomed in on the sleeping Arielle.

"Arise! My new child." I said.

Marina reached in and touched Arielle's forehead and retracted her arm. Arielle's eyes snapped open and stared upward. She sat straight upright at which point Marina and I each took a hand and helped her out of the sarcophagus.

The same action was repeating at the next one where Kevin was rising out of it. Marina and I strolled over to the third one and repeated the scenario with Tim rising from within. Finally, Gravana and Yvonne awakened Sheila from her sarcophagus.

"Now that we've awakened all of the new members of our pack from their transformations, it's time for everyone to kick back and enjoy 'The Mummy'.

"And we're clear!" hollered Art.

Everyone exchanged kisses and hugs and began to talk and catch up on the past two weeks. We all turned our attention to the refreshment cart that just entered the set. Everyone partook of something to drink and relaxed until the next set began.

I went back to the dressing room for what was supposed to be a brief moment. I had grabbed the cell phone to send the picture that Drucilla had taken of Jaime to Michelle. Just as I hit the "send" button, Marina walked into the room. I had just stood up when Marina came to me and reached into, and under my shawl. She began to caress my breasts and massage them, paying particular attention to my nipples.

Marina pushed my shawl aside, put my nipple into her mouth and began to draw the milk out of my breast. I led her over to the couch so that I could sit down and enjoy her nursing. She went back and forth on each breast, evenly emptying them. Marina managed to finish her task just prior to the second segment beginning. She moved upward upon me up to my face, bared her fangs and pressed her lips to mine and gave me a long deep kiss. I held the back of her head with my left hand and reached under her shawl and played with her breast during our kiss.

We finished our long kiss and gave each other a quick kiss on the lips and straightened each other's wigs and make up. We then tended each other's outfits to make sure that they were both straight and tight. We each gave a quick squeeze of the others tits and then slapped each other on the ass. Marina and I held each other's hands as we walked out to the set. I grabbed a drink and took a couple quick swallows.

"Get ready!" shouted Art. After about a minute, he announced, "Standby, we're on in five, four, three, two, one...."

"Well, will the intrepid mercenary avoid the gallows, or not?" I said. "I think they will hang him. I can't blame poor old Imhotep for trying to do the dirty deed with Anak-su-naman. She definitely is one hot number. I love her choice of sartorial covering. Ancient Egyptian clothing certainly has a lot of possibilities. It beats the hell out of the toga. Let's see if we can tear Gravana away from her royal enjoyment."

I turned and walked over the plush bench on which she was reclined. Tim and Kevin were standing guard over her and Arielle and Sheila were fanning her with palm fronds. Marina and Yvonne were feeding her dates very erotically.

"Oh your worship, Queen Gravana, may you be disturbed?" I inquired.

"Yes, I may." she said.

"Would you please give your royal command?" I said.

"Continue with the film!" she ordered. "So it shall be written, so it shall be done."

"We are clear!" shouted Art.

The entire cast then broke for the dressing rooms to get something to drink and relax for a little while.

I began to search the studio alone. I was trying to find the whereabouts of Drucilla. I asked Art to no avail. I went to check the ladies room and found no one. I then figured that I should check the recesses of the prop room. As I entered, I saw no signs of life within. I then began to explore the layout of the entire room. As I climbed up a ladder in a back corner, I found a "secret" room. Inside, I found Drucilla sitting alone by herself.

"Drucilla, dear," I said as I approached her, "why are you holed up in here? I have been looking for you all over the place." I knelt down to hug her and she recoiled. "What's the matter, sweet Drew?"

"I loved the whole vampire thing and you." she answered. "But, I can't lie to myself. I found someone that I have truly fallen in love with and I can't betray my heart."

I felt something in the pit of my stomach. "Who have you fallen in love with so deeply? It won't change anything between us." I forced myself to lie a little.

"You are Mistress Crypta and you are hellaciously beautiful and seductive. I have fallen in love with Jaime more deeply than I ever thought that I was capable of doing. You both share a single body but are two entirely different people. You are Crypta the vampire. Jaime is an entirely different person. I love her. I was trying to avoid you until Jaime reappeared."

"Jaime is the one who sent me to find you." I assured her. It was her idea that I had to put into action. I would like you to come with me and perform a surprise role. She thought that you should appear on the show. Her idea was to have you be a vampire and after you have been initiated, have you wrapped up as a mummy. We would have you bring me something to drink. And then we would unwrap your bandages and bring you into the pack."

"You mean that?" she asked. "Was that really Jaime's idea? I would do anything for her."

"Yes I do and yes it was her idea. She loves you as well, which is I why I would never betray her. Come with me and I will show you the truth. I swear it."

"Okay," she said, "I will do as you ask. Let's go."

We both climbed down and went to the dressing room. When we arrived, the room was empty. I went to the table with Drucilla in tow.

"Sit down in the chair please?" I asked. I then grabbed my contact case and remove my vampire eyes.

I looked deep into her eyes. "Drew, it's me Jamie now." I said. "This was my idea. I also have fallen in love with you." I kissed her on the lips. "I wanted you near me and wanted you to be a part of this."

She hugged me and kissed me back and smiled from ear to ear. "Thank you," she exclaimed, "I would do anything for you."

"I am so glad to hear that." I assured her. "I want you to do something difficult for me. I want you to make the transformation like I do. You will be Isis, the Egyptian vampire. Remember that you are Isis when transformed. When you are not transformed, you are Drucilla and you are mine. Now, can you help me find a wig, some black cloth for a loin cloth, and some mummy wrapping?"

"Yes," she said, "I'll be right back."

Just then, Gravana walked in saying "Crypt..., I mean Jaime? What's going on?"

"Just having a heart to heart with Drucilla." I replied. "I needed her to do something for me."

"Okay," said Gravana, "it's about that time. Crypta needs to come back."

"She'll be out there in a short moment." I assured her. She immediately headed back out to the set. I reinserted the contact lenses, stood up, and straightened myself up and then strolled out to the set.

"Are we ready?" shouted Art. "We're on in five, four, three, two, one...."

Gravana jumped right in, "Welcome back, my children of the night! Now that they have found the lost city of Hamunaptra, the scary action shall rise from the dead. We will be here with you to share in the excitement. Wouldn't it be nice to have the ancient Egyptian fashions be in vogue today? Look at the magnificent beauty that Crypta exudes in her dress. Yes, it's very revealing but I would not have it any other way around here. What do you think Crypta?"

"I agree completely." I said. "I think that you are at least as exciting in the dress. I must make sure that I bring everyone's attention to our royal maidens Marina and Yvonne. I believe they are even more erotically stunning than we are. Last, but not least, our gorgeous palace guards Kevin and Tim. They would melt the hearts of any ancient Egyptian or modern maidens."

"Thank you, our most gracious queens." the bare chested palace servants said in unison.

"The honor is ours." thanked Gravana. "Now, let's dig deeper into our film and enjoy the mummified meat of the action."

"And....we're clear," shouted Art.

As everyone relaxed, I said, "I must attend to something in the dressing room. I need everyone not to disturb me while I work on the little project."

"No problem." winked Gravana.

"Thanks." I replied. I high tailed it to the dressing room to meet up with Drucilla.

Drucilla was waiting in the dressing room for me with excitement. Drucilla was arranging all of the things that we needed.

"I will let you, the expert, do your makeup." I said. I prepped the wig for placement upon her head.

She had her makeup applied in an amazingly quick manner. "I'm ready." she said.

I took the wig and placed it on her and straightened its placement. I then secured it to her and stepped back to gaze upon her beauty. I then placed her collar on her shoulders and fastened it. I then began to help her undress completely. It was difficult to control myself.

"Place the contacts in my dear." I instructed her.

When she had finished, she stood up and turned to me in her naked glory. As she opened her eyes, she looked into the mirror and seemed to have a shock go through her body.

"Mistress, I understand now what kind of experience you go through. I am Isis now." she said as she smiled to expose her fangs.

I could tell that the character was now her being. "My dear, Isis," I said, "You are a beautiful undead goddess. It is time to hide the vision I behold in front of me." I took the black cloth and wrapped it around her hips and crotch and then tied it off when it looked perfect. "I will need your assistance with the wrapping as I cover you with it.

"Sure thing." said Isis. "First wrap it around my chest and tie it off. Then wrap each leg individually, starting at the feet and working upward."

"Oh sure, make this temptingly hard to control myself." I quipped.

"I will try to enjoy you fighting your desires." she giggled. "Then you will wrap it similar to what you did with my loincloth and work your way up to and over my head."

I wrapped her chest and secured her breasts, not without teasing her a little bit in the process. When I finished, she sat down and let me wrap her right leg. As I reached her upper thigh, she stood up to let me finish it. She sat back down and let me start her left leg. Isis stood up as before and I finished her wrapping her leg and tied it off.

She remained standing and told me where to begin the wrapping of her body. Once her midsection was finished, it took very little time to finish her torso which I tied off when I reached her underarms.

She held up first one arm and then the other as I wrapped them completely. I now began wrapping from her underarms and then upto her shoulders. I continued around her neck and over her face, finally finishing with completely wrapping her head leaving only a small opening for her eyes.

"I'll be right back," I told her, "I have to have Art relocate and distract everybody so that we can get you into the sarcophagus." I dashed out of the door shouting, "Hang tight!"

I found Arthur and told him what I needed done and he immediately went into action. As soon as he had everyone in the lounge, I ran back to the dressing room and got Isis and led her to the standing sarcophagus on the sound stage. I opened the lid, or door and guided her gently back into it. I folded her arms, grabbed the "Book Of The Dead" and placed it in her hands. I slowly closed the lid and headed toward the lounge.

As I entered the lounge, everyone was just getting up to head for the set.

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“Kneel before me, or be turned to stone. Your choice.”
– Boa Hancock

“Pirate Empress” Boa Hancock is the only female member of the Shichibukai. She is also the “Snake Princess” of Amazon Lily and rules over the Kuja tribe with her two younger Gorgon sisters, Boa Sandersonia and Boa Marigold. She is the main antagonist of the Amazon Lily Arc.
Compared to the abnormal and huge appearance of her sisters, Hancock has a well proportioned figure. She is a very tall, slender woman with long black hair past her waist with locks of hair that frame her face down to her chin, pale skin, large breasts, a high forehead, and light brown (dark blue in the anime) eyes that have long, voluminous lashes. Like most of the females in the series, she has a narrow waist.

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1. A term that means a penis.
2. Something that can be inserted in a fashion similar to a penis, i.e. dildo.
3. A stick used to rape with.
4. An object used to beat or "rape" a person, i.e. "I kicked your ass with my broomhandle. Kiss my rape stick"
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2. "Yeah, she used her rape stick"
3. "I totally abused that goat with my rape stick"
4. "I shot that guy in CS with my shotgun. Fear my rape stick"
লিখেছেন- Joseph I. Roth. 27 de অগাস্ট de 2006
1. a penis. The word "rapestick" is used more often by militant feminists and riot grrls and is perhaps a response to such demeaning words as "cunt", "snatch", "glitch" and other like-minded epithets.

2. a man. The word is used in the same connotation such as "cunt" and reduces a person to their sex organs.
1. Kevin asked me out today but I told him I don't date people with rapesticks.

2. Kevin is such a rapestick.
লিখেছেন- Chiggers Dudley 13 de এপ্রিল de 2008
Slang term for "penis".
"I'm gonna rape you with my rape stick."
লিখেছেন- Nate Hurd 19 de নভেম্বার de 2004
1. Term used for penis in unconsented sex.
2. Term can be used in dirty talk before of during sex.
1. "He pushed me to the ground and fucked me with his rape stick."
2. "Oh yeah baby, i'm gonna fuck you so hard with my rape stick."
লিখেছেন- techno84 11 de অগাস্ট de 2007
a stick for raping.
AKA: Poodlejockey.
Bob used a stick to rape the mailman, later the mailman pulled rapestick splinter's from his ass.
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a 4 inch, black, foldable 3 inch round stick used for wacking hoes into a unconsious state. Before laying down a serious case of rape. Can be purchased as either a stand alone product or also in the convinient rape kit. Product slogan is "One wack and she's in the sack"
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Dream of: 10 October 1996 "Third Leg"

I was lying on my back in a bed in a room in a high-rise hotel. Lying under the cover next to me on my left, on her back, was an attractive black-haired woman (probably in her late 20s). I had come to the hotel to meet my father, who was closing some kind of contract with which his attorney had helped him. I was supposed to meet my father at a designated place in the hotel, and it was almost time for me to meet him. However, I now was prepared to delay going to meet my father, in order to spend a little more time with this tantalizing woman. It wasn't quite clear how I had had the good fortune to end up here in bed with her; but now that we were here, I definitely wanted to take advantage of the opportunity.

The woman likewise seemed more than interested to be with me. From the way she talked, I had the feeling that she wanted to have sex with me, and that she wanted to do it right now. I was more than ready to oblige, my only slight reservation caused by not understanding why such a beautiful woman would be so anxious to have sex with me. It was highly unusual for me to have such unexplained good luck. But I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth, and I was ready to proceed.

Without further ado, the woman pulled the cover back, revealing her naked body. However, all my attention focused on her lower body, the sight of which was shocking: the woman had three legs. Right in the middle of her naked body, growing out of her pubic region, was a third leg. Now I understood why the woman was so willing to have sex with me: she was a deformed freak. She was probably starved for sex, unable to find anyone who would accommodate her, and she had seen an opportunity to lure me into her bed.

I was appalled. It appeared that her vagina must be on one side or the other of the middle leg, a leg which looked more rigid and deformed as I continued to look at it. The woman could clearly see my shock, but she also clearly wanted to proceed with the sex. I sat up on the side of the bed and as politely as I could told her I needed to hurry to my appointment and that I didn't have time to continue. Of course she saw right through my transparent excuse, and she began imploring me to stay. I began to worry that she might somehow try to force me, that she might have some means of which I was yet unaware to compel me to have sex with her. Perhaps I was in deeper than I had thought in this matter.

But she didn't stop me as I continued to dress. She only managed to make me feel guilty for so abruptly leaving her as I was doing. But the sight of the third leg was just too much. I could hardly even bring myself to say anything about it, even though it was obviously the main thing on both our minds. Finally however I mustered some courage and asked her if she had ever thought of having it removed. She had a hurt and angry look on her face as she told me it wasn't possible, implying that she would bleed to death if such an attempt were made.

Now I felt more guilty than ever. But I saw no recourse. I had finished dressing, and I quickly headed for the door.

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1) Robert Craig "Evel" Knievel (born October 17, 1938 in Butte, Montana) is an American stuntman, best known for his public displays of long distance, high-altitude motorcycle jumping which often resulted in serious injuries, particularly during the 1960s. The consummate salesman, he was able to turn his popularity into a marketing juggernaut with products ranging from radios to toy action figures. His achievements and failures got him into the Guinness Book of World Records several times including his record thirty-five broken bones.

2) A term used to describe a guy who just did a rad stunt, either by accident or on purpose.

This IS the correct spelling of his name.

1) "Evel Knievel tried to 'jump' over the Snake River Canyon. Motorcycles seemed to have become too boring, so he used a rocket for this disaster. Apparently he needed his flying licence before attempting this and hit the chute as soon as the rocket cleared the ramp. A dismal failure. Akin to Geraldo opening Capone's safe!"

2) Max: "Did you see that guy try to jump that bog on his 125cc dude?"
Scott: "Oh, yes. How could I miss it. Did he ever find his bike after swimming to shore?"
Max: "No! Looks like Evel Knievel will have to get daddy to buy him another one!"
af psiscott 11. april 2006
1. n. Trucker-speak for a motorcycle cop. See bear, smokey bear, bear report, county mounty, city kitty, local yokel.
2. Evel Knievel is a famous motorcycle-riding daredevil who has reportedly broken every bone in his body multiple times.
I got pulled over by an evel knievel.
af fizzle 15. april 2004
v: 1. to push forward in the face of danger; to stick to a chosen path, regardless of possible consequences.

2. a refusal to play dating games and be assertive
"The bridge is out? We'll evel knievel this bitch!"
af JZimms 4. maj 2013
An extreme sexual move that involves a running jump off of a couch or similarly placed piece of furniture onto a bed resulting in the penetration of a chick with one's cock on landing.
"Did you hear what Rob did last night? He pulled an Evel Knievel with some random chick."
"Really? The last person I knew who tried that missed and broke his dick in three places."
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How to choose an artificial vagina?

Table of contents
  1. Check the materials of manufacture
  2. Consider the texture
  3. Look for smoothness and additional features

It is not always easy to find a partner that understands your sexual desires and follows your lead. Fortunately, there is an alternative: an artificial vagina. The latter is as personal as choosing a partner, and it will definitely give you the expected pleasure. However, it is important to choose the good one if you want to live an experience that will blow your mind. As usual, we want to give you some tips in order to choose the suitable and best artificial vagina for your pleasure.

Check the materials of manufacture

As you may know, sex toys are made up of several materials. Each substance has distinct qualities which actually make it appropriate for the creation of realistic sensations. While some are safe for your health, others do not have such positive effects. You can check https://be-street.com/most-realistic-vagina/, if you want to know more about it. But first, let’s have a quick look at those that are good for you.
Silicone is the most common material for producing realistic vaginas, as it is smooth and sensitive to the touch and incredibly durable. It is non-allergenic and non-porous, so it will not attract bacteria or other pathogens. Once handled, silicone also immediately warms up, and that makes it an ideal material for imitating human flesh.
Another common material used in making realistic vaginas is TPE. It is similar to silicone, but is softer and more flexible. Just as silicone, this one is non-porous, making it simple to clean. However, TPE might be more difficult to keep safe. That said, you should be cautious while using sex toys made up of this material. There are other fabrics such as CyberSkin and UR3 (Ultra-Realistic 3D) that can still be used, but they are more expensive than the ones mentioned above.

Consider the texture

Apart from the materials, there are other crucial aspects to keep in mind while choosing an artificial vagina, and we are naming the texture. First and foremost, you should choose textures that are both sensitive and healthy for your body. This includes avoiding sex toys that may cause irritation to your intimate parts, such as latex.
Moreover, it is important to seek for textures that will provide the exact type of stimulation you desire. If you want hard interior stimulation, for example, choose a toy made up of harder silicone or metal. Softer fabrics, such as jelly or velvet, are better for more delicate sensations. There is a wide range of textures available on the market today, so spend some time exploring. After, it’s all about your intimate moments.

Look for smoothness and additional features

The smoothness of both the interior and exterior surfaces of the masturbator is the next element to look for. It is obvious that the human skin sensation of a real vagina can be completely replicated by the artificial pussy, but there should be no cracking components on the material’s surface.
If the sex toy has rechargeable batteries, these components must be properly insulated. Plus, the case of a sex toy must at least be waterproof in order to be correctly cleaned. This will help effectively wipe out any residual grease, preventing bacteria from growing on your sex toy.
Finally, the artificial vagina moving components should also be completely isolated from your body. This is essential for your safety.

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