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A Beggar's Social Advancement Ch. 05

Chapter 05

Mark and Jodhaa return home

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When the first lights of eve appeared in the east, Kumar stood up on a table in the middle of the room. Most of his guests were lying on the floor, scattered wherever exhaustion had made them fall down. Jodhaa had woken up a little earlier and she had gathered sufficient strength to give rather good head to Kishore. Kumar whispered to her ear that he wanted to book a little romp with her as soon as the guests had left. There would be just Jodhaa and Kumar with Mark serving them refreshments and delicacies while they were busy together...

Kumar's friends thanked him profusely for the wonderful party he had offered them and left grudgingly. Most of them would have liked to be offered a last visit to Jodhaa's couch but they were just offered to give her a peck on the cheek! It was another example of Kumar's nasty politics : Now they would do anything for him in order to be invited once more to Kumar's next party! When the three of them were alone, the actor picked up the subdued Jodhaa in his arms and carried her to his bedroom. She was told to suck his cock until he cummed a last time in her mouth and consider it as a major honour.

When he had filled her mouth, Kumar suddenly changed completely his attitude. He now seemed quite impatient for Jodhaa to return to India with Mark. It was quite typical for Kumar : he had made the proof he was Jodhaa's undisputed Master and now he wanted her to disappear along with Mark : he had no more consideration than an adolescent perturbed by his hormonal development but Jodhaa didn't argue with him : returning to India with Mark was everything she wanted! She just went to her bedroom to take a scented bath and prepare her luggage. She phoned her travel company to see when there was a flight, the sooner the better, just in case Kumar changed once more his plans. They were lucky : the next plane for Mumbai would leave in three hours and there were several seats available in business class. Jodhaa would take her much needed rest in the plane...

They boarded the plane and Jodhaa went to sleep immediately. She had chatted with Mark and finally had decided to keep the dog collar with the medal around her neck, just wearing a kameez (Indian dress looking like a long tunic) that hid it almost completely. Nobody would notice her pussy and her breasts were not covered by even a stitch : Kumar's friends had used so wildly her cunt and mauled her breasts that she couldn't accept the slightest contact on her tender spots! Mark asked the flight attendant for a comforter and a night mask. She had barely time enough to done them before she was dead asleep! She woke up around eight hours later. Jodhaa lifted her head from the couch and turned, looking for Mark. At the place her beloved husband had occupied previously, she found someone else, some one she knew quite intimately : the prince Kyrhan!

-Kyrhan! What are you doing in this plane? Where is Mark?

-I sent him to sleep in my first class seat. He really needed it! I needed to convince the flight attendant and she seemed quite interested by my appearance! I had to give her a sample of my sexual capacities in the plane toilets. It reminded me of my first years with Kira!

-I see! You don't need to emphasize it a little more! I am sure she would die for a second performance! You didn't explain me what you are doing on this plane?

-I had come in England to visit Kira who was in France with Dan and Leena in Birmingham. I have a problem with her : it will soon be the moment to knock her once more!

-Then where is the problem? You just provide her with some suitable stallion ready to fuck her and wait nine months to collect his baby!

-Yes but this time, it's somewhat different : the next man in the waiting list is someone Leena knows quite well : the infamous Gupta, now a squire of the British Empire, by the way! He has offered a quarter of a million US Dollars for the privilege of breeding Leena. I declined the offer initially but he has pestered me since, offering the double of this sum to help rebuild schools after a typhoon near the Bangladesh border. Leena has offered much money from her own account for the same cause. So I decided it was she who would make the decision!

-And what has she decided?

-You bet? She agreed immediately and she will carry the child! For a mere half million dollars! The breeding will take place in two weeks during Leena's next fertile period! I wish I hadn't told my physician to prolong her baby making period! Gupta has offered the double to breed Kira, too, but I, being the husband, was in a position to decline the offer! Dan endorsed my choice but Kira would have agreed just to bring some relief to populations!

-I don't want to hear any more from it : Gupta is a dirty old man, a beast and no woman should have anything to do with him but a cash crazy whore : he is a pimp, a black mailer!

-Yes but he is strong and he can be very well mannered, even obsequious and some women like him enormously!

-Be sure I don't! You're quite handsome and well mannered and I'll always care more for you or Mark than I would Kumar or Gupta! Kumar is just selfish and wants to control his female fellows. Mark is an exception that helps him to control me more closely but Gupta is full of contempt for any human being and wants to transform all of them, male or female, into his puppets... He is clever and, thus, far more dangerous!

-Thank you for your kind appreciation on myself, Jodhaa!

-Just my true opinion, Prince! Do you know when Mark should come back?

-We chatted a long time and he went to my seat just two or three hours ago. I had to send him to bed! He looked quite tired and I think we won't see him again until we arrive in Mumbai!

-Then perhaps we should take advantage on it : I don't forget that I still belong to your harem and you haven't paid me a visit for a long time! Aren't you interested by me anymore?

-Certainly not, Jodhaa. I just thought that between Mark and Kumar, you had a sufficient work schedule and you would appreciate to get some rest!

-Nice from you to take so much care of me but I am certainly not a fragile piece of china! I won't break if you fuck me hard. I even love when you fuck my brains out! Perhaps we could now : the cabin is almost empty and the other passengers are snoring! Mark won't care! He loves sloppy seconds and doesn't really care who visited me before him : Kumar, some unspecified Dalit or anyone else. He would get proud and even happy if he discovered us fucking in this cabin!

-If you think so, why deny him such a treat?

Kyrhan took Jodhaa's elbow and gently drew her to him. She smiled to him and bent forward to offer him her lips. She was wearing a European style dress with a silk shawl to cover her shoulders. When Kyrhan kissed her deeply, the shawl knot was undone and it slid away from her right shoulder and it revealed the deep cleavage between her breasts. Kyrhan froze an instant to enjoy the view he had. He could follow the proud curves of her stiff breast that seemed ready to poke through the flimsy fabric! He commented with praise in his voice :

-God! Kumar and Mark are lucky to be able to enjoy your beauty, Jodhaa! I think that you are as beautiful as my dear Kira!

-Flatterer! Isn't it one of the reasons why you allowed me to enter your harem?

-Certainly, I have always picked up the prettiest girls but as we have had little opportunities to dally together, I didn't remember how attractive you could be!

-Then, perhaps, you could refresh your memory, Prince! I am totally yours : you can explore any recesses of my body!

Kyrhan nodded. He would take advantage of her total surrender! He remained on his seat and made her stand up in front of him. He slowly hitched up the hem of her dress to reveal the tiny G string in black lace that was desperately trying to cover her shaven pussy... At least, she had kept the habit of shaving perfectly her pussy. He gently pulled it down until it was around her heels. Jodhaa obediently lifted alternatively her feet to allow him to remove completely her string... He dropped a kiss on her pussy with a long lick on her crack. She answered with a wanton sigh! He told her :

-It's just the beginning! We have still plenty of time! Spread your legs wide so that I have free access to your pussy when I'll feel like returning to it later!

Jodhaa followed his orders. Kyrhan let her dress fall down to her mid thighs. He reached up and completely removed her scarf. He threw it aside and stood up. He stepped behind her... Her dress had buttons all the way down in the front. Kyrhan looked around : all the other travellers were still asleep. They were safe. He started to unbutton completely Jodhaa's dress without any resistance.

-Let's check whether your breasts are as mouth watering as your nice pussy, girl!

Kyrhan slowly parted her dress discovering that she was totally naked underneath. She hadn't worn a bra or a camisole and he had deprived her from her G-string! God! Jodhaa was even more beautiful than in his memory : her breasts were taut and full, her nipples were pointing like bullets, pushing aside her dress. He had a complete view on her front from her toes to her neck and Jodhaa was a King's morsel! She could have had a sign post above her saying : "Hey! I am very pretty! I need to be fucked! I WANT to be fucked! I will be fucked by YOU!"

A glimmer caught Kyrhan's eye : Jodhaa's pussy lips were glistening and he knew the reason why : she was aroused and she was already prepared to receive him there! His own cock sprang up to a nice erection : if this girl was ready for sex, he would give her more than she could have expected. He had always been proud of his capabilities but he wanted to surpass himself!

Kyrhan pushed the flaps of her dress backward until her shoulders were free. The fabric held her arms back and she looked even more completely offered. He just wondered how come her nipples had not already drilled through the silk fabric! He admired again her breasts : they were in the shape of big apples, not the cone or pear like appearance he often associated with plastic surgery. They yielded under his fingers and wobbled slightly when she moved but they didn't actually sag. The only comparison he could make was with Kira : his wife had slightly bigger tits and they were less conical. Kira's chest was slenderer and her breasts looked bigger, almost out of proportion with her shoulders. That added to Kira's sex appeal : most men got fascinated by her pair of tits. Jodhaa was less aggressively proportioned but she was still extremely pretty. Kumar had probably worked her pretty hard : her muscles seemed more tuned than the last time he had seen her and she must have lost a few pounds. When you have very frequent sex, you may spend less time eating!

Jodhaa's tits were just too attractive for Kyrhan to skip the opportunity to play with them immediately. He took both of them in his hands and squeezed them gently. She squealed slightly but sent him the most vibrant smile. Her tits were firm but pleasant to maul. The term that jumped to his mind was pneumatic. It would be heaven to rest his head on her breasts after some harassing meeting, to use her as a cushion but Kyrhan shrugged in disgust for having developed such ideas : Jodhaa wasn't some object to be used for his comfort : she was a human being, beautiful but he mustn't consider her for her sexual advantages : she was clever and versatile!

Men as different as Mark, Kumar and him seemed to enjoy her conversation, her constant support and her astounding moral qualities as much as her sexual abilities. She was dedicated to her friends and would do anything to support of help them! That was how she could be compared with Kira and that was probably why Kyrhan had been interested by her! Kumar probably enjoyed playing with her body, to have her at his side but confusedly felt he would never own her mind completely and that was probably why he allowed her to return to India with Mark so easily...

Her submission fuelled some sadistic traits in Kyrhan's mind deepest recesses. He applied more force in his grip, squeezing and crushing her tits in his hands. She moaned and then cried in anguish but she didn't try to elude his contact. On the contrary, she pressed her breasts in his hands... He changed his grip so that each of her nipples was totally offered between his thumb and forefinger. He considered the pointed cones for a second then bent his head to take the sensitive buds alternatively into his mouth. He pumped so hard that each time he stopped to change to the other nipple, the released one appeared pointed and double its normal length.

You could have imagined that Jodhaa would have disliked such a brutal treatment but, on the contrary, she continued to press his head against her breasts, massaging his neck and dropping frenzied kisses on his forehead. Her slender hips were bouncing up and down freely in a very suggestive dance. She threw her head backwards, throwing out her superb mane back in the same movement.

-Now, please Master, your girl wants to be fucked by her Prince!

- Not so fast, wench! We have to explore things a bit more, I think!

Kyrhan then resumed his licking, sucking and lapping of her extended nipples. He ran his tongue around the tips and across the whole nipples. Judging from the groans and moans Jodhaa produced, she really enjoyed the treatment he was offering her and she was certainly not the victim of some rape! Jodhaa was mewling like a she cat in heat. When Kyrhan took a whole tit in his mouth, her moans grew in pitch and volume tremendously and she started to utter encouraging words :

- Oh! Kyrhan, it's so good! Don't dare stopping or I might kill you with my bare hands! Again, please! Ah! Aaaahh! Aaaaarrrgggghhhhhhhh!

Jodhaa was whimpering wildly in total ecstasy. She was just barely controlling herself not to scream, not to awaken the other travellers. Mark could have entered the cabin at this moment, she would certainly not have pushed Kyrhan back! Now she wanted to be fucked, she NEEDED to be fucked and Kyrhan was the man she wanted to fuck her for the moment!

Kyrhan seemed impervious to her pleas, he opened his hands to free her nipples and placed his hands around her narrow waist. He drew her toward him and she certainly didn't oppose the movement : she wrapped her arms around his neck in total abandon and kissed him back! His hands had wandered under her waist and his right hand had reached for her crotch. Jodhaa instinctively opened her legs wide : she wanted to be totally available for her master! She wasn't surprised when she felt Kyrhan's other man exploring the crack of her ass. She grabbed both her ass cheeks in her hands and forced them open as hard as she could. The tip of Kyrhan's forefinger found soon the rosette of her ass hole, drew tiny circles around it, and then pressed at the centre of her back passage. Jodhaa looked at her Master straight in the eyes and told him in a raucous voice!

- Yes, Kyrhan, do it! My ass belongs to you like everything in my body, my flesh or my soul!

Jodhaa's belly spasmed and her ass hole opened slowly of its own under Kyrhan's forefinger. The first knuckle disappeared into her body, then the second until it couldn't get any deeper. Kyrhan moved it in and out until her sphincter loosened more completely, and then he pulled out his finger. Jodhaa moaned in frustration but Kyrhan pressed his middle finger along with his fore finger into the gaping hole between Jodhaa's ass cheeks. The two fingers went in easily accompanied by a gasp of pleasure :

-Oh, Kyrhan! It's so good having you take care of me again. Kumar uses me like an object to be used and abused and Mark sees me as a fragile goddess on a pedestal. With you only, I feel like a woman who can give or receive pleasure, who can follow a sensible discussion with other persons and that sort of things, prepare food for her mate or take care of her household!

-Do you mean that you don't like any more Mark?

-Certainly not! I still love him with all my heart but having someone consider me as an equal, a true woman is so important for me!

Kyrhan returned to his task, finger fucking Jodhaa's ass while he licked and sucked her sweet pussy. Within a few minutes, her cunt starting oozing fluids, her crotch became quite wet. He inhaled deeply the delicate aroma emanating from her pussy that was drenched with her love juices. God : Kyrhan would plough into her pussy like a hot knife cutting through a block of butter! Would she feel anything BEFORE he had hammered his cock to the hilt in her pussy!

Kyrhan madly sucked and chomped on her swollen pussy lips, pushing his tongue deeper into her pussy. Jodhaa bucked in response and pushed to open herself even more completely. Her legs bounced when she reached her first climax and emitted a sharp squeal :

That was the first of a long series. Kyrhan was a very experienced lover and he knew how to keep a girl just on the edge and push her over the edge at the moment he decided. He would wait just the few moments needed and started her on another ascension toward another climax! Jodhaa would never return to normal conscience until he decided so! She would stay on a pink cloud with angels carolling around her as long as Kyrhan wanted unless she fainted from sensual overload!

Jodhaa fell exhausted by too many climaxes. She knew that Kyrhan on his side hadn't cummed at all. She told him that she wanted him to take his pleasure with her, at last! For some reason, her concern just aroused him tremendously. His cock was still rather limp and flaccid although it was already around eight inches long. Jodhaa had often played with it and knew that at full erection it reached more than a foot long! It would fill her to her cervix with several inches remaining out of her pussy but Jodhaa knew by experience that Kyrhan would not feel satisfied with it... The thrill of anticipation about the final aftermath and the unavoidable conclusion was the reason why she had done her best to seduce the prince and offer herself to his lust!

The Prince had placed his cock just at the entrance of her pussy. This tenuous contact had been sufficient to make his cock as rigid as a rock. Certainly Jodhaa was in a similar mood as her love juices were dripping from her pussy in little droplets, just like tears. Kyrhan took his cock in his hand and rocked it in her pussy to coat the tip with her juices. Then he started pushing in deeper. The beginning was a bit painful as Kyrhan had not visited her for a long time, just Mark, Kumar and many friends of the actor... Kyrhan's cock was not as long as Kumar's but it was significantly bigger. Jodhaa enjoyed that pain as it was an anticipation of the pleasures to come to her later...

Kyrhan pushed his cock slowly deeper into Jodhaa's pussy, expanding gradually her pussy walls. He took extreme care not to inflict undue pain to his partner! He regularly pulled back by one or two inches to reduce the pressure but this retreat was followed almost immediately by a new surge forward by two or three inches. Inch after inch, he went in deeper. Kyrhan was quite accustomed to this lengthy progression as his harem now housed usually more than fifteen girls plus a few occasional ones he received from time to time...

Usually Kyrhan used his playmates' pussies on the wedding night and during the following honeymoon but he usually avoided to use their pussies afterward and got satisfied with their ass holes : most of his girls were married and the husbands were less richly endowed than Kyrhan. So he left them their pussies. For such pretty girls, it was always a real challenge to receive such a big boner in their back passages for the first times but they always got to finally enjoy it. After the honeymoon, Kyrhan visited each girl once every month, every two weeks or so for the elected girls but usually every day for Princess Kira. Their sexual games could last a whole night if they felt like it. Kira could be as tireless as Kyrhan was when they had sex together!

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After my shower, I was feeling even more excited about the class I was about to teach. But I waited until my student was in the shower to transform into a sexy teacher. I got dressed quickly; I wore a garter belt, stockings, heels, a black knee-length pencil skirt with a front slit on my left thigh, and a white ruffled blouse. Of course, I neglected to wear lingerie, not only because I knew it would get in the way during class, but also because undergarments would prevent physical contact in the places where I most craved it. There was no time to put on makeup, but there was time to put my long hair in a high bun and put on some glasses. I also grabbed a 30 cm wooden ruler that I always kept in my bedside cabinet for moments like these.

I was still rehearsing my English teacher’s dialogues in my head when I heard the bathroom door open. When she finally came through the bedroom door, only covered by a towel, she looked at me open-mouthed and said absolutely nothing. I immediately got into the role:

“I am, you are, he/she/it is, we are, they are,” I said in my teacher’s voice.

I confess that I felt quite ridiculous at the time, but after all the effort I had put into putting on such a performance, I decided to continue.

“Repeat after me!” I yelled as I caressed her inner thighs with the 30 cm ruler.

“I am, you are, he/she/it is, we are, they are,” she said like a good obedient student. I couldn’t help but feel relieved to know that she was following my game and that I hadn’t wasted my time dressing up.

“What verb is it?”  I asked to put her to the test.

“To do?” she asked, frowning.

“No!”  I exclaimed, shaking my head and sighing with mock disappointment and frustration, “It’s ‘to be’! It seems to me that you haven’t been paying attention in my classes!” I yelled in feigned anger before hitting the ruler against the wall with such force that my bun almost came undone.

She approached me and began to run her cold hands over my thighs, until she lifted my skirt, exposing my stockings, garter belt and my naked sex.

“My God…” She sighed and brushed my labia with her fingertips, “You’re right, teacher, I haven’t been paying attention. I have a hard time concentrating in your classes.”

“And it’s hard for me to teach you…” I said before closing my eyes and enjoying her caresses.

“Do you have lingerie for me?” she asked.

Lingerie for her? I was confused, as I knew that she rejected conventional female fashion and that she was quite proud of her androgynous style. But I gathered that this was not the time to ask her about it.

“I also want high heels.”

“What a demanding student you are! I also have a wig if you want…”

It was a long platinum blonde wig with bangs that contrasted against her dark skin. I opened a couple of drawers of lingerie and she pulled out a couple of items. She looked at them with disapproval before putting them back in the drawer.

“What do you recommend?” she asked in a feminine voice and a playful smile which I returned before opening another drawer and pulling out a black PVC mini dress.

“What do you think about this?”

“Whatever you say, teacher.”

I was surprised by her enthusiasm for dressing feminine all of a sudden; it was the total opposite of how she wished to present herself in real life.  It was also like going back to childhood and playing dress-up, but this was infinitely better. The mere idea of feminising her made me crazy. I wanted to enhance her breasts and not disguise them, as she often did with her own clothing choices. Despite being a woman, being so androgynous, this seemed like crossdressing, especially because of the wig and her masculine way of walking, which was accentuated when she walked in heels. Her obvious clumsiness was sexy to me and knowing that she was doing something she was not in the habit of doing only increased the horniness of the situation.

Once dressed, she put on an R&B music compilation and began to move her hips with exaggeratedly feminine and sexual gestures while I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her flaunt her body, as if I was receiving a lap dance.

“Where did you learn to dance like that?”

“I had a very good dance teacher… What’s up? Don’t tell me you don’t like how I dance…” She said as she rubbed her wet sex against my thigh to the rhythm of the music and rubbed her breasts with her hands. Next, she lowered her hand to lift her dress, exposing her perfect sex, still following the beat of the music.

My own pussy couldn’t take it anymore so I grabbed her around the waist to press her closer to me. The scent of our combined arousal filled the room and I didn’t know if it was me or her, or a combination of the two. I was thirsty to devour her and finish what I had started the night before. I held her even tighter, guiding her to lie on her back on the bed. I parted her thighs and went straight to her clit to greet it with a little kiss before rhythmically flicking my tongue tip against her. She was so wet that I felt her nectar against my chin. But just like the night before, after a while, she pulled my head away from her.

“Why don’t you let me continue?” I asked.

“It’s just that there’s no time,” she said, looking at the clock on the bedside table.

The games had just started but the weekend was almost over. I felt sad to think that in a couple of hours, I would have already said goodbye to her and that all this would be nothing more than a memory. I lay down and she rode me furiously, both with our skirts raised so that our naked pussies could make contact. It didn’t take long for her to cum and I felt my pubic pain again, a pain that I knew would be with me for several days. There was no time for my orgasm and I didn’t care. What mattered most to me at that moment was having my eyes open so I could mentally record the image of her and how she lost control as she rubbed herself against me; I was sure that it would inspire me for many solo orgasms in the future.

Moments after coming, she jumped out of bed and pulled off her wig, throwing it to the floor, and we suddenly snapped back to reality.

“Call me a taxi to the airport!” she said and got dressed quickly.

I helped her gather her things that were all over my apartment. After the panic of packing her suitcase, as soon as we sat down on the sofa to catch our breath, I received an SMS notifying me that the taxi was already downstairs.

“Your taxi is here,” I said.

“OK. You don’t have to come down…”

“Are you sure?” I was disappointed.

“Yes,” she said, looking away. “Well, then, thanks for everything,” she said and gave me two kisses on the cheeks, with the same coldness and distance that she had shown me in the arrivals hall at the airport 48 hours before. It was as if nothing intimate had happened between us at all. She headed for the door in a hurry, making it obvious that she didn’t want me to follow her.

After hearing her walk out the door, I went straight to lie down on my unmade bed that still smelled of her. I closed my eyes as I tried to process all the events of the fantasy exchange weekend that I had just experienced.  There were a million things going through my mind that it was like having an overdose of sensations. I felt even more confused than before and I realised that I had been incredibly naive to think that I could satisfy my curiosity and desire to be with another woman in just one weekend.

The only thing that was clear was that something inside me had changed. I had discovered a whole new world and I was keen to go deeper into it and continue exploring these unfamiliar territories.


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"Dude, I'm telling you, if you grow a beard,
no one will mistake you for a girl. It's that
long ass hair." John Said.

"Yeah, but I don't want a beard." I told him.

My hair is almost to the middle of my
back, it's black and straight. Apparently I
look like a flat chested girl, because
everyone calls me a lady. And, not to
tease, people who don't know me just
make a mistake.

"Alright Seth, but seriously... All you have
to do is put on a padded bra and a dress
and you're a chick." John said laughing.

"Fuck you, man. Even if I dress like a girl,
I'm more of a man than you are." I said
hitting his chest with the back side of my
hand and laughing.

"What the fuck ever, bro." We were both
laughing. "I bet you 50 bucks that if your
skinny ass threw on your girls dress and
walked the street, nobody would suspect
a thing! I dare you to, haha!"

"50 bucks, huh?" I said thinking it over.

"Make it a hundred and I'll fuckin do it." I
said, knowing he wouldn't put up a

"Alright." He said, and I stopped laughing.

"Do it, and I'll pay you a hundred bucks.
But, you gotta wear it for an entire day."
John said.

"Man, an entire day?" I said kinda bummed.

"Hey..." Tyler jumped in. "If you wear it
for an entire day, I'll throw in an extra
hundred." He said waving it in front of my

I couldn't turn down $200 just to wear a
stupid dress. No one would know it was
me. I am a very good impression artist and
voice actor, that's actually what I do for
a living. I could make myself sound like a
girl, easily.

"Fine." I said blankly, snatching the hundred
from Tyler. "I'll do it, just so you fags
shut up, everyone will know I'm a guy."

"Okay, but we also have to see you do it."
John said, handing me his hundred in 20's.

"No problem." I said. "But you can't tell
anybody else about this shit."

"We won't, don't worry." Tyler said
starting to laugh.

The next day, at 6am before my
girlfriend went to work, I told her about
the bet.

"I need to borrow one of your dresser
for it, if that's alright." I said

"That's fine, but only a dress?" She
asked. "You're gonna be one ugly ass girl,
and everyone will know it's you in a dress."
Gabby said laughing quietly.

"What the hell else am I supposed to do?" I said to her sort of giggling.

"I don't know..." Gabby started. "Put on a
bra and stuff it, and wear my panties so
it keeps all your junk from swinging and
showing out the bottom."

"Well, I was thinking of using a long dress,
and my shit doesn't swing that low." I told

"I only have above-the-knee high sun
dresses unpacked, the rest are in boxes in
the basement." She explained. "Just do
what I tell you, it'll be fine. And, we'll dye
your hair a light brown, we can dye it
back later."

"Dye my hair?" I asked skeptically.

"Do you want people to recognize you?"
She teased. "Because I promise, they will
if you have that hair."

"Fine." I gave in. I guess Gabby was right.

She dyed my hair a light brow color and
then curled it.

"I look like a girly headed fuck, already. Do I
need a dress?" I said, and she started

After my hair was done, Gabby painted
me with makeup. I even thought I looked
like a chick. I would probably fuck me.
Then, she put a bra on me, and stuffed it
with a fake breast implant she had for
testing. She said they were 38B.
When this was over, she gave me a light
red dress, almost pink, and white panties
to match the bra. I put on the panties,
and my dick was pressed up against me.
Gabby said I had a nice ass to be a girl, and
it fit perfectly inside her panties. I
slipped the dress over my head, and it
was tight around my fake boobs, and
stomach. Around my waist, it got loose,
and it hung around 4 inches above my
knees. This dress was really short. It had
no sleeves. I was a skinny guy, almost
hairless, and pretty tanned. My ass, back,
chest, and thighs were baby smooth.

"You have to wax your legs and arms, and
shave your face completely." Gabby told

And so I did. It hurt like a mother fucker,
but at least I didn't have too much hair.

"Okay, here." She said, handing me a pair
of flat, black shoes. "This is so you don't
have to walk in heels." She said smiling.
"But now you're ready to go, and you're a
pretty hot girl. I doubt John and Tyler will
know it's you. And, it's anti-smear
makeup, but don't cry or anything
because the mascara will run." Gabby told
me, but I never cry anyways.

Me and Gabby switched cars, since my
friends have never seen hers. I went over
to johns at around 3:20pm. I pulled up
into John's driveway, and they were
sitting on the porch. He gave Tyler a: "who
the hell is that?" look, and then I stepped
out of the car.

"Yeah, can I help you?" John called out.

I disguised my voice and said

"Mmhmm, I'm looking for um..." I paused
and look at my hand, as if something were
written their "Johnny Samuels?" I said in
a questioned form.

"Yeah, just John.." John said. "Who are

I undisguised my voice now.

"What up bud?" I said smiling.

"Holy shit... Seth?!" He exclaimed.

Tyler was dying on the right side of him. I
was laughing my ass off walking over to

"Dude!" Tyler screamed. "You are fucking

He was still cracking up so hard, I could
barely understand him.

"Yeah." I said laughing. "I just wanted a
dress, and Gabby did this shit."

"Jesus Christ, I can't even tell it's you."
John said laughing.

"Yeah, just needed you to see." I told
them. "I'm gonna go to the mall to see if
anyone I know is there."

When I got to the mall, I didn't see anyone
I recognized. I walked over to the
cushioned bench they have along the wall
and sat in the corner. I pulled my phone
out of one of the small pockets this
dress had, and started to text John. Some
guy walked up and sat next to me.

"Hey." He said.

I looked up and realized it was some guy
from my english class in college. I didn't
know him at all, so I wasn't going to risk
letting him know it was me.

"How are you, girl?" He asked, putting his right hand on my right shoulder.

"Fine." I said in my disguised voice, smiling.

The guy's name was Andrew, he had
short, dark brown hair, and bright blue

"You looked kinda lonely, so I wanted to
know if you'd like to come hang out with
us." Andrew said softly, and looked over
at two more of his friends at the table.

I knew the girl, Becca, but I didn't
recognize the other guy. Andrew slid his
hand to the middle of my upper back.

"Sure." I said, still smiling, and he stood up.

"Cool... Let's go." Andrew said, helping me
up off the bench.

I took his hand to be nice, even though it
was a little weird.

"You have soft hands." He said smiling.

Andrew's voice was so nice and gentle.

"Thank you." I said back to him, still
exchanging smiles.

"I was going to text my friend to meet
me here, but now I guess it's fine." I said
when we got in earshot of the table.

"Yeah, just chill with us, it'll be fun."

Becca directed t'wards me.

"I'm Becca."

"I'm Sami." I said to her.

"I'm Andrew, by the way." Andrew told
me, while we both sat at the table.

"And that's Tim."

"Hi." He said holding one hand up to wave,
and smiling.

"Hey." I said smiling back.

They were both pretty broad, a lot
bigger than me. Andrew was more
muscular than Tim, and had to be 6'5 tall. I
was only 5'8. Tim has shiny black hair that
reached over his ears, and was wearing all
black, except for his neon green shoes.
Andrew had on a red shirt, with blue
jeans. Becca had long blonde, straight hair
that reached her lower back. It really
stood out from her dark red shirt. She had
on a lacey white skirt, and knee high red
and white striped socks. I saw her light
brown eyes almost immediately, because
blondes don't normally have that. We all
talked and had a nice time at the mall. I
forgot I was even being a girl, I was just
having a fun time. We were there for
almost 4 hours. I got there around 4pm
and it was 8:47pm. It was pretty dark
out, and the mall was closing at 9. Becca
went home 5 minutes ago, and now we
were leaving. We exited in the back side
of the mall, since it was closer. We had to
walk In between the mall and another
shop sharing the same parking lot. It was
a long walk, and no one else was back
there. Andrew wrapped his arm around
my waist and kissed me on the side of my
neck. I pushed him away gently.

"Stop it." I said.

But I was unknowingly smiling because I
forgot I was a "girl." He stepped t'wards
me again, and pushed me with his
shoulder. I stumbled to the side a couple
steps, but I was laughing kind of quietly.
He wrapped his arm around my waist
again and pushed me up against the brick
wall. I was short and scrawny compared
to him, but that's why I made a convincing
girl. I put my hands on his chest and tried
to push him off, but I couldn't get any
leverage. He pressed his lips against mine,
and forced his tongue inside my mouth. It
rubbed against my tongue, and the roof
of my mouth. My entire body was against
the wall, so I couldn't pull away. Andrew
lifted me, and my knees ended up around
his waist. I felt his hard cock through his
I put my forearms on his shoulders and
tried to pull my mouth off of his. I finally
managed to get his mouth off mine.

"Ah.." I sighed. "Get off!" And Tim turned

He saw me pressed against the wall.

"Hey you two. Hold on for like five
minutes and get a room." He called down
to us.

"Stop!" I shouted, but Andrew and Tim
didn't seem to care.

"Tim, get outta here." Andrew said loudly.

"Oh, alright buddy." He replied laughing.

"Make sure she doesn't get away." And
then he walked away.

Andrew tried to kiss me again, but I
dodged my head to the side.

"Don't kiss me." I said. But, he did it anyways.

Then he started massaging my fake
breast, and I pulled his hand away.

"Stop touching me." I demanded.

But, Andrew continued. He reached down
and pulled the panties off a little ways,
only enough to expose my cock tip and
asshole. Andrew lifted my legs and my
ankles were just over his shoulders, and
the stayed there. My hole was wet with
sweat. He pulled me down and his cock slid
right into my asshole on the first try. I
screamed loudly in pain and tightened my
grasp on his forearms. Andrew started
bucking his hips back and forth, and
bouncing me up and down on his cock.
He put me down, but still had a hold on me.
He turned me and pushed my chest and
face against the wall. Andrew unhooked
his belt with one hand, and tied my hands
together, in front of me. He lifted my
dress over my ass. Then, I heard
footsteps. They were really close. And I
saw Tim coming back. I felt a thick warm
thing prod my asshole. It was Andrew's
cock. Andrew grabbed me on both sides
of my waist. He forced his cock into me,
deep. I took it all into my depths. It didn't
stop where it hurt to go into. Andrew ass
fucked me until my eyes started
watering. He pulled out and dropped me
to my hands and knees. Now Tim was in
front of me.

"Help." I pleaded.

"I'll help, don't worry." But I was worried

"I'll help you be a little slut." He said
unbuttoning his pants and getting on his

Tim tried to grab my head, but I jerked it
to the side. Then, he yanked me back into
position by my hair. I held my mouth shut
tight, but Tim slapped me really hard and
made me open my mouth. Right when I
did, he shove his cock in my mouth. I was
going to bite him, but he fucked my face,
going clear down my throat and back out
repeatedly. His balls were slapping me in
the chin. It was hard to breathe for a
while, but then I got a pattern. Drool was
running down my chin, and I felt strings of
it waving back and forth from the two
thrusting in me.
Tim was going fast, my mouth was wide
open and my tongue was hanging out.
Andrew was plowing my ass so hard that
it echoed when he hit me. It started to
feel good getting my asshole pounded so
nicely after about 10 minutes. And I didn't
mind getting my throat stretched either.
A few minutes passed the 10 minute
mark and both of them pressed into me
and didn't come back out. I felt Tim
shooting loads down my throat and into
my stomach. Andrew left a big pool of his
babies inside my asshole. Tim slid out
before he was done, leaving a line of jizz
trailing from inside my throat, along my
tongue to the tip, underneath my tongue,
over my teeth, and hanging in long strands
off my lips and chin. A huge sticky goop
of my slobber, along with smaller lines,
and long strands of cum were hanging
from my face. Tim lifted the huge goop
and rubbed it all over my face, first my
forehead. My mouth was still hanging open
with a cum trail to my throat on it.
Andrew yanked out a couple seconds
later. My asshole wouldn't close. Streams
of semen were pouring from my gaped
hole. I felt cum slipping down my throat
still, and some jizz dripping deeper into
my hole. I closed my mouth and swallowed.
Then I smiled at Tim when he smiled at

"Thanks." I said. "That was amazing."

Sitting up on only my knees and holding
out my hands to Andrew:

"Could you take this off now?" So he
took the belt off from around my wrists.
I stood up, still about 7 inches shorter
than Tim, 9 shorter than Andrew. Tim
rubbed some more of my goopy drool on
my face, and some lines of his cum. I still
had a ton of strings of drool and jizz
hanging off my chin. I smiled at him again.
Then I looked at Andrew.

"Thanks for the deposit in my ass."

"Any time."

I yanked my panties back over my ass as
the two walked away.

"By the way." Tim turned around. "You
were one of the best I've ever had."

And then they walked out of sight.

anonymous readerReport

2013-01-14 21:28:31
I'm so horny
twelve year old needs cock

anonymous readerReport

2012-07-16 11:09:13
My tight 16yo ass is clenching for a big dick now. Nice story.

anonymous readerReport

2011-12-30 11:12:53
follow up:

by the way, to the person who said it's "Really stupid." because they never found out he's a guy..... IT'S A FUCKING SEX STORY, WHO CARES IF IT'S 100% REALISTIC. you're supposed to be able to have fun with these things so stfu

anonymous readerReport

2011-12-30 11:09:56
Hey peeps, it's Continue(dude who wrote the story)

To: Sarcastic asshole:
Where does it say that he does make up for a living? No where, that's where. It DOES say impressions, but NOT make up. And, just because someone does impressions doesn't make them an absolute expert at cross dressing you fucking idiot..... Mel Blanc, nuff said. (on that)

maybe, before posting comments hate, you should have a better intellect than the dude you're dissing. realize--he doesn't WANT to dress up like a chick (at first) which is why he says: "everyone will know i'm a guy" so he can convince his friends that he shouldn't be partaking in this particular activity that ends him in the above predicament. said: i think you can just stfu

anonymous readerReport

2011-09-18 03:49:01
[sarcasm] I like how he does impressions and make up for a living yet his girlfriend did everything for him including offer fake breast. I also love how he acted to against it to his girlfriend too. Best part was when he said "I'll do it, just so you fags
shut up, everyone will know I'm a guy." when even he knows he can pass for a girl. [/sarcasm] 3/10

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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

He was perfection.

I saw him across that crowded bar. The walls were paneled in a light wood, tinted darker now from the years of cigarette smoke that coated them. He was someone I would never have bothered to look twice at. Too young, too pretty and yet when our eyes locked, the air between us crackled with electricity.

Something so strong passed between us in that moment. Everything around us disappeared and all I could see was him. Time had stopped and we were alone in that crowded bar, among all its patrons and their cigarettes and drinks. When he approached me and we began talking, I knew that I never wanted to stop talking to him. A bond formed in those short hours we spent, making mostly small talk, that would withstand much more than either of us ever thought possible.

And so, it began. Our greatest fantasies and our worst nightmares came true.

In spite of the intense sexual fire between us, the first touch of his tongue to mine was shy, sweet and yet still, pure heat. His hands explored my body, as if he already knew exactly what it needed. I bet he still does. I knew him as well. I still know exactly what to say, how to touch him, how to make his body ache for mine. I became his, without him ever having to ask, and he became mine.

Hours upon hours of mindless, earth shattering sex. His naked hips pressed against my backside as he bent me over my desk. Hands, rough from his work, sent tingles along my spine as he dragged them down my back. He would tangle his fingers in my hair and tug my head back as he pounded himself into me. “Such a dirty bitch,” he’d say and my body would sing in release for him. Always for him. Later he would settle between my thighs, poised above me. Our bodies were slick with sweat, a consistent result of our love making. I would wrap my legs around his hips, holding him close to me, my arms encircling his neck. “I love you,” I would whisper. A kiss, eyes wide open, staring into each other’s souls and drinking in the depths of bliss that hid there. Those slow moments of passion that lingered between us branded our hearts as he entered me. Time would stop.

With so much passion and intensity of course, there was always the fighting. A perfect mixture and it seemed we reveled in it, soaking ourselves in a desperate pool of jealousy and retaliation. Anger boiled to the surface in place of understanding and the gloves would go on. Round after round we would battle. It became our form of foreplay. After all, what’s better than make-up sex? Fucking and fighting. The best of both worlds, it was unavoidable. The fight would happen and my body would burn for him. He told me once that it was like that for him too. That I made him beyond angry, hateful even, and in those moments, all he wanted to do was fuck me. Sometimes he would. Sometimes he wouldn’t and it was the latter that would leave me with an ache in my chest that equaled the ache between my thighs. Madness.

Naturally, living together proved disastrous, another failed attempt to “make it work.” We fooled ourselves into thinking that living together would somehow make it better, easier. I’d push, as was always my nature to do, for more. Always more. “Pay attention to me!” Or “Where have you been? You’re never home with me. Fucking be here. Be with me. Choose me or fucking leave!” I would scream. He would dig his heels in and refuse to fight, which would make me crazier. Then he would just walk away. Leaving me there in my misery and seething hatred, only to come back because he couldn’t stay away. That damned connection, like some invisible tether drawing us back together. Always there. Always. As if we had no choice. No say at all in the matter.

Baffling. We had created such a warped and beautiful form of love. I loved him with all my heart, every part of my soul, and he loved me. He told me every day that he did. “Baby, I love you. End of story,” he would say. He never thought I believed him. I was so sure that we would find a way to sort through it all. To make sense of this thing between us that just wouldn’t go away, that wouldn’t die. Soon enough though, I watched him walk out the door for what would be the last time. He turned a blind eye to my tears and a deaf ear to my pleas to stay. The white paneled door of our apartment slowly closed. Its audible click rang in my ears and vibrated through my body to the soles of my feet.

Steeped in heartache and misery, I let him go, I had to. I refused to beg him to stay. Blessed anger reared its ugly head. Fuck him. Fuck the- I love you’s. Fuck the promises made. Fuck everything. I’ll live with it. All the pain, all the misery, all the memories and the God forsaken fucking ache!

Time is supposed to heal all wounds, but in my case it did not. On occasion I’m forced to see him. Our paths cross and he pretends as though he doesn’t see me. I pretend, too. I quietly watch him play at that same bar where we met. The same walls, paneled in a light wood, tinted even darker now from the years of cigarette smoke that coat them. Who is the next one in line for him? Who is the next on his list? It doesn’t really matter, they aren’t me. I realized long ago that there is no one like him. Try as we may, what we had can never be replaced, nor repaired.

In truth, he disgusts me now. When I see him flirting with another woman, or see that look he gets in his eyes that is supposed to only be for me, my anger rises and bile burns the back of my throat. That ever present heat begins between my thighs, again. Thunder booms in my chest and I am ready to tear into him. Tell him to go fuck himself and whatever floosy he’s slipping his dick into tonight. Then lightning flashes and all I want to do is fuck him, feel him fuck me like he used to. I have often wondered if he still feels like that, too. I think he would rather die before he ever admits he does.

At home, alone in my bed, my insane fantasy begins. I see it, ever so clearly, as I slip my fingers between my slick folds. If he ever dared to approach me, what would I do? My body aches at the prospect as I probe my channel, then rub my clit. I would slap his face. Yes. I’d revel in seeing the fire erupt in his eyes, knowing that his cock just got hard, for me. Always for me. I’d take his hand then, and lead him to my car, or my bed. Fuck, even a dark corner would do.

The pain would be worth it. Touching him again, feeling him slide inside me. Always had been, hadn’t it? It would destroy my very soul and yet, I’d fuck him until he screamed my name and…

For us. Always for us. We would start our madness all over again.

Because we were perfection.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Watch Me

Tell me, how do you devour me within your mind?
When you’re alone, can you feel your skin against mine?
I can sense you watching me as I dance.
I often wonder what stops you from making your move.
What keeps you rooted in your seat?
That’s it, lick your lips. Yes.
Is your mouth watering too?
Do you crave just one little taste?
I’m sweeter than a peach, some might say.
I want to know, does that make your cock ache?

Am I the star in your private fantasies?
You’ve been starring in mine for quite some time.
Center stage, it’s always the same.
You’re larger than life, settled between my welcoming thighs.
Hot lips rest on the bend of my neck.
Little nips of your teeth.
Your tongue soothes the welcome sting.
Finger tips trace designs over my flesh.
My nails dig in, tearing lines down your spine.
A low moan, yours or mine?
Your body arches and you enter my heat.
Thick and long, sinking deep.
Wrapping my legs tightly around.
Pulling you close, holding you inside.
Begging you.
Harder, harder please.

That’s it, shift in your seat.
Does your skin itch to feel my touch?
For now, watch me dance.
But tonight when you’re alone,
With your cock thick and throbbing in your palm,
Stroke it slowly, thinking only of me.
Grip it tightly, thrust your hips.
Imagine it’s my heat swallowing you deep.
When you come, scream my name.
And know, that it’s me
Who owns you.

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Will I submit to you
Are you strong enough
To make me
Those that try never succeed
In flipping the switch in me
I’m pleading
Dominate me
It’s what I need
But be warned
I’ll smell weakness
Lingering in your mind
Then it will be you
Who submits
To me

Friday, July 16, 2010

It's Me

There you are. I’ve been waiting.
Oh please, come in. Have a seat.
No, no don’t worry about me.

Tell me baby, what is it you need?

Would you like me to…
Lick you, suck you?
Taste you, fuck you?

Whatever you want,
Asking is the key.
No need to thank me.

I’m all you need.
Just ask and you’ll receive.
No reason to worry about my needs.

I’m here for you.
Pour everything into me.
I’ll hold it all, while you’re buried inside me.

I’ll climb onto your lap.
Dig my nails in and pull your hair.
Sink my teeth into the sweet flesh of your neck.

Make you bleed.
Ride your cock.
Fuck you till you scream.

Now tell me baby, what is it you need?

Do you want me to…
Lick you, suck you?
Swallow you, fuck you?

Let me remind you of a few things…
When you’re alone and your cock is in your hand.
Just remember that it’s me.

…It’s me that you see.
…It’s me that you taste.
…It’s me that takes everything.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Alone In My Room...

The soft whir of the air conditioner penetrates the silence. The chill air in the room lulls me into a restless sleep. Shivers multiply across my flesh, tightening my nipples into small points beneath the sheets. In that moment I remember; my body remembers…you.

Images flood my mind until I am drowning in you. I breathe your scent deep into my lungs and taste the sweet flavor of your skin. I can feel your hands roam my body.

I know you’re not here but I can see you. You are sitting in the stout chair in the corner of the room. Your eyes glow in the moonlight as you watch me. My body arches on the bed, and a knot forms in my stomach, tight with anticipation.

I can hear your voice…

“Touch yourself for me,” you command. That mischievous grin stretches your soft lips. Your dark hair casting a shadow over your features in the dim light of the room.

Slowly, above the sheet, I run my hands up my body. I can feel heat spread through my flesh. I pause, unsure of myself, just below my breasts, the sheet straining against them. Cupping my breasts, I arch into my touch, pressing my aching nipples into the palms of my hand. Wetness gathers between my legs.

I whisper a barely audible, “Please.”

“Show me,” you growl, shifting in your seat.

I tug down the sheet, squeeze my full breasts and pinch my nipples. The sting vibrates through my chest. Raising my knees and pressing my feet to the mattress, my hands travel down my stomach to the juncture between my thighs and a moan escapes me with the first touch of my fingers. My skin tingles from the cool air yet the fire inside me burns hotter.

Our eyes lock. My fingers explore my moist folds. I dip into my wetness, my body hums with arousal. My walls tighten with the need for more.

“That’s it, dirty girl. Now show me more, let me see you touch that throbbing clit of mine. And it is mine.”

Your breaths grow ragged as I penetrate my sex and spread my juices around my throbbing clit. Stroking and teasing, my body begins to climb higher, my core rippling

with my building orgasm.

You rise from your place and approach me, pulling off your shirt, stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Now, now, you know better than that. I didn’t tell you to come yet.”

Holding your gaze, I pull my fingers away, trailing my juices over my stomach and to one breast. Slowly, I circle my nipple, coating it with my cream. I suckle the remainder from my fingers, rolling the taste over my tongue. You always love to watch me lick my fingers clean. Your eyes widen. The groan of approval that emerges from you gives me the encouragement I need to show you more. Completely covered and dripping with my arousal, I spread my legs offering myself. I’m ready for you.

“Good girl,”

The sound of your lowering zipper sends lightning

through my whole body. Slowly, you remove your jeans, revealing what I ache for. Long and thick with your desire for me, your cock is just as beautiful and perfect as I remember. Mine.

“I need you inside me, please?”

You grab me by one ankle and tug me down the bed towards you. Leaning down, you bite my lower lip, licking it once with your hot tongue, enticing me. You pause, hovering barely a breath away. Then with a hard press of your lips you cover my mouth with yours. I open eagerly. A demanding tangle of tongues, I lap and suckle your taste. I’m starved for you. I drink you in and swallow your flavor into my very soul.

Pulling your lips away and straightening. you whisper, “if you continue to be such a good girl, I’ll give you what you need. But first I’ll fuck that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

Licking my lips as I sit up, I reach for your cock, circling it with my hand. Savoring the sight of absolute perfection, I flick the tip with my tongue and taste the first drops of arousal seeping from the tip. Rolling my tongue over the head you grab the back of my hair, thread your fingers and tug my head back.

Staring into my eyes, your jaw clenched with such intensity you grind out. “You know how I want it.”

I nod and you push my head down to your cock, your hips thrust forward and I swallow you between my lips. Over and over I stroke you with my tongue. Relaxing my throat to swallow you deeper, moaning and humming as you fill my mouth; licking, sucking and loving every inch.

“Fuck, I love your mouth. So hot and sweet.”

Sucking harder, I feel you grow thicker between my lips. One hand circles the base of your cock, the other massages your tight heavy sack. I relish this and my pulse thunders with the need for more. Your taste, sweet and salty, is like heaven. Pulling my mouth from you I lick a line with my tongue from your balls to the tip of your cock, grazing the head with my teeth, then lick down the underside of your shaft again. Stroking your cock with my hand while sucking the tight sensitive skin of your balls into my mouth. Your body bucks in response and you cry out.

“Enough! Turn over now.” You command.

Quickly I obey. Grabbing my hips you roughly lift me to my knees and lick a line with your hot tongue up the center of my back. Pulling me upright to your body, your hard cock rests between my legs. You bite my shoulder, then my neck. Every inch of my skin tightens with need. My heart pounds in my chest and my core melts like butter coating my inner thighs.

“I’m going to fuck you, but first I need a taste of your honey”

“Yes! Yes! Please.” I reply in a gravely voice I barely recognize.

“On your elbows, baby. I want that sweet ass in the air.” You whisper, your breath hot against my ear.

Your hand tangles in my hair; you push me forward. Resting on my elbows, I arch my back as you’ve instructed.

Kneeling down you lick up the back of my thigh to my ass cheek, and then repeat up the other leg. Gripping my ass in your hands, you stroke up the center of my wet folds with your tongue. My body shudders and I jerk forward.

“Don’t move!” You command and grip my ass harder, slapping one side with your hand. Crying out, my pussy grows wetter with the sting of your palm.

Standing again, the head of your arousal strokes my outer folds; I grip the sheets tighter and hear the distinct sound of my nails tearing the soft fabric.

Slowly you enter me; lingering barely inside with just the tip, then pull away. Leaving me grappling for control of my body as my orgasm threatens to break free. Slipping inside me again, my wet channel milks you tightly. Your growl penetrates my senses to their core and my body begins to shudder. With a slow, deliberate rhythm, you slide in and out of my hot walls with just the head of your cock. Whimpering in a desperate combination of frustration and ecstasy as you tease me; my throbbing clit becoming a tightly wound spring of desire threatening to snap.

“Tell me you want me,” you demand.

“I want you! Fuck me, please. Now!” I beg.

“That’s my dirty girl”

Gripping my hips tightly you enter me with one solid stroke, your hips slam against my ass. I cry out in sheer delight as your thickness stretches my walls. You pause for just a moment, allowing me to adjust to your size. My pussy clamps down around your shaft and you begin those long strokes in and out of me. Our grunts and groans become a melody in the silent room. The sounds of slapping flesh and wetness drag me closer and closer to my orgasm.

“Please! Please! I can’t… I nee…”

“Not Yet! Not until I say”

With another slap to my ass, I cry out in utter bliss from the sting of pleasure mixed with pain. Your hands grip my ass, pulling me harder to you; pounding your cock into me with each stroke.

One hand leaves my ass and you lean forward reaching around between my legs and pinch my swollen clit.

“Yes! Yes! Harder!” I bellow.

Massaging my clit, you growl in my ear. “Come for me baby… Come Now!”

My body explodes beneath you as you continue to pump inside of me. Spasms spread through my entire being. It’s endless and pure magnificence.

Sitting up, you move your hand from my clit and grip my hair. Your other hand still clenching on my soft ass, continuing your delicious assault on my body.

“This is mine. This pussy is mine” you growl.

Pulling me upright to your chest, you jerk my head to the side. Your teeth clamp down on my neck, giving me what I crave; you detonate your reward inside of me. I relish every spasm you body produces.

Both of us struggling to breathe, we collapse onto the bed.

You roll off me and I turn over. Sweating, deliciously satisfied and trying to catch my breath, my eyes close. Exhaustion overcomes me and I curl my body close to yours.

“Mmm, I love you baby. I’ve missed you.” I mumble through a yawn.

“I miss you too, baby.”

I sleep, deeply and you fill my dreams.

The morning light fills my room and that familiar soft hum of the air conditioner is still present. I wake and I’m alone in my bed. Jolting up, I look around frantically for you. Where are you? I know you were here. Grabbing for the pillow next to mine, I press it to my face and inhale. I smell you.

You were here. Weren’t you?

I rise sullen from my bed, heading to the bathroom. The evidence of our love making is still present between my legs and my body aches with that familiar soreness.

I smelled you, I tasted you. You were here! You must have been!

Your words ring in my mind, “I miss you too, baby.”

And then haunting reality dawns.

It’s not possible for you to have been here. It’s been a year this month that you left, ripped from my arms before I was ready to let you go; stolen from the world and your family.

With tears streaming down my face I realize… it was a dream, or maybe a torturous nightmare.

You’re gone.


Abonnér Danish
søg på et hvilket som helst ord, for eksempel ratchet:
To defy the laws of physics whilst engaging in sexual intercourse.
A common example is to have sex listed as the 'Bat Position' in the karma sutra, and that is to have sexual intercourse on the ceiling.
I went to 12th base last night and i got such a rush to my head.
af Rhodri Griffiths 3. juni 2006
111 20
A sexual act including a saddle and/or table tennis paddle
guy 1: we got so far last night
guy 2: what base
guy 1: 12th base
guy 2: Woah!!! how did u get a saddle into her car
af Super Robo Boogie Bot II 14. august 2008
40 11
Fucking a chick so hard that she dies.
Man 1: Ah shittt man, I fucked Cindy so hard, I got to 12th base!
Man 2: FUCK! Where is the mangled-sexfilled-corpse?
Man 1: In my car where I left her...
Man 2: I say, go for 13th base
Man 1: Ahh, wanna munt her with me?
Man 2: YEAAHHHH, I'll jump.
af manyperson 10. august 2009
25 22
When your girlfriend removes her glass eye and you prodceed to insert your penis inside the hole and fuck her.
Guy 1: "Dude we got to 12th base I don't deserve to live anymore."
Guy 2: "shit bro I'll get my bat."
af Shaniquaobamaniqua 17. september 2013
2 3
Giving foot and or boob jobs with 2 or more people.
Dude, last night i got to 12th base with this hot chick and her twin sister!
af Klunckmonkey 8. juni 2006
23 49


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