outside my door so I quickly turned down the tv, but I was so late. My sister had already opened the door and saw what I had been doing. She freaked out and so did I and I started to grab my clothes while saying I am sorry over and over again. My sister quickly walked out and into the darkness of the hallway and then I heard her bedroom door open and then shut.

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

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

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

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

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

e; this was their final indignity; to be found helpless, despoiled and degraded. Although, by the time he was finished with them, his victims were usually beyond caring how he left them; they just thanked god that he had left.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued…………………………………

most loud party calls are pretty docile I informed the
dispatcher that I would advise on the backup. This usually isn’t a good idea in
case something goes wrong but so far the night had been pretty easy and
uneventful.

As I approached the area of the party I shut all my lights
off and parked half a block away from the home I would be approaching. This
allows me the element of surprise and time to observe the party for illegal
activity before deciding what to do.

As I got within 2 houses I began to hear the music coming
from the backyard of the address I had been called to. Once at the house I
snuck around the side and hid in the shadows. The backyard was full of college
aged kids that were obviously intoxicated due to the volume of their
conversations and laughter.

Couples were dancing to music, some were making out on lawn
chairs but one in particular caught my eye.

Away from the main group were a tall chubby kid and his
shorter female companion. She caught my gaze and I felt myself staring; she was
beautiful, she was wearing small red frame glasses that made her look extremely
intelligent. She was dressed as Catholic school girl, although I seriously
doubt anything would ever get accomplished in school if they allowed their
pupils to dress so provocatively. Her
hair was reddish brown and medium length; her low cut blouse exposed two offset
star tattoos on her upper chest. Under
her blouse I could see the most beautiful large breasts I had ever seen.Â

Her short skirt showed off her long slender legs. She looked
stunning, I caught myself thinking “No way she had come with that big lunk,
he’s too dorky to deserve a girl that hot.”

The tall chubby kid leaned over and said something to the
girl that obviously upset her because she pulled away from him and gave him a
scowl that would tell any normal person she wasn’t interested in whatever he
had just proposed.

That’s when he grabbed her by the left arm and became more
physical pulling her towards him. I could tell by the look on her face that he
was hurting her. When she tried to pull away again he yanked her arm so hard
something flew off her finger and landed in the grass in front of her.

She said something while looking at her left hand and
looking upset. She had obviously lost something very important, a wedding ring
perhaps. That’s when her asshole boyfriend really got upset, he pushed her to
the ground and yelled “well find it you bitch”.

That was all I needed to step in and make an arrest.

As I stepped out of the shadows I immediately heard calls of
“5-0” and “cops quick” I ignored them, I only had one objective right now, to
make Bigfoot pay for mistreating the goddess in front of me.

Neither of them noticed me as I approached; she was focused
on searching the ground and he was busy yelling obscenities at the back of her
head. I stood in front of them and they still didn’t notice what or who I was
until I shined my light on the ground to assist the beautiful redhead in her
search.

That’s when she looked up at me and I noticed her pale blue
eyes that were wet with tears.

“What’s the problem here?” I asked.

“Nothing officer, my girlfriend just dropped her engagement
ring.” He said.

“I saw that much” I said as I asked him to back up.Â

I dropped to my knees and helped the girl search for her
ring.

“What’s your name?” I asked her.

“It’s Terri.” She said as she choked back more tears.

She was the most beautiful person I had ever met; when our
eyes met I felt a shock go through my body. I had to quickly remind myself why
I was there to begin with and I started searching through the grass again.

I quickly located the silver ring with large diamond and
handed it to Terri; she sheepishly took it from my hand and thanked me.

We both stood back up and I gently asked her to stand off to
the side while I questioned her boyfriend. She moved a far enough away to allow
me to talk to the giant asshole in front of me.

“What’s the problem?” I asked.

“Nothing officer, we’re just hanging at my friend’s party.”
He said.

That’s when I was approached by the homeowner.

Without taking my eyes off Sasquatch I informed the
homeowner that I just needed the party to go inside because it was getting late
and neighbors were complaining. The homeowner stepped away and I could hear him
begin to herd the party goers inside.

I reached in to my pocket and pulled out my notebook and
pen.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Why?” came the smartass reply; “Because I need to know what
to call you besides giant asshole, that’s why.” I responded.

“You’re the asshole” he quipped as he reached out to push my
shoulder.

I quickly grabbed his arm and put him in an arm lock,
spinning him around I told him to put his hands on the back of his head,
unfortunately he complied.

I patted him down for weapons and drugs and asked his name
again. This time I got an answer. He told me his name was Richard; “how
fitting” I thought to myself.

“So you want to tell me why you’re manhandling your
girlfriend?”

“She’s my fiancée” he snapped. “I don’t give a fuck who she
is; you don’t have a reason to treat her the way you were.” I retorted back.

I informed him that I could take him to jail for domestic
abuse and asked him to sit down.

I gathered the rest of his personal information and told him
to sit tight.

I walked back over to Terri to get her side of the story.

She informed me that they had been at the party for a while
and she was starting to get tired. When she told Richard she wanted to go home
he said he wasn’t done partying yet but that if she sucked his dick he would
take her home. That’s what I saw him whisper to her that upset her so much. And
thus the resulting confrontation.

She then informed me that she wanted to go home but didn’t
trust Richard to take her home tonight. I asked if it was ok if I gave her a
ride home and arranged for Richard to stay here for the night, she said that
would be ok since she didn’t want him to go to jail.

I found the homeowner again and made arrangements for Richard
to stay with him for the night and then get a ride home in the morning. The
homeowner agreed that it was a better deal than going to jail.

Next was the task of informing Richard. I told Terri to go
wait on the side of the house for me. As she was walking away I told Richard
that I would take Terri home and he could stay here for the night to sober up.

That’s when he got upset again, he stood up and called after
Terri “Stop baby, come back, I’m sorry.” He started to walk towards Terri; I
put my hand on his shoulder to keep him in place, that’s when he made his last
mistake.

Richard drew back his right arm to throw a punch at me. I
dodged and responded with a quick hit of my own to his nose, followed by a
swift kick to the back of his knee forcing him to his knees. I followed that up
with a downward punch to his face knocking him to the ground.

As Richard lay on the grass holding his jaw I informed him
that it was either stay here or stay in jail.

“Here” he mumbled, “good choice” I replied.

I turned to walk away and could have sworn I saw the
slightest look of satisfaction on Terri’s face.

I escorted her to my car and opened the front passenger door
for her. “I don’t get to ride in back?” she asked. “That seat is reserved for
scumbags, and you’re definitely too perfect to fit that description.” “Can I at
least wear the handcuffs?” she asked.

Usually I’m not asked to put handcuffs on anyone but the way
she said it led me to think she really wanted to wear them. Plus I could have
sworn that she winked after she asked it.

“If you want to I guess I can put them on you, but that
means I have to search you for weapons first.” “That’s fine” she replied.

I asked her to turn around and put her hands on the top of
the door frame and then spread her feet shoulder width apart. She quickly
complied and I nervously put my hands on her and began to pat her down. As I
searched her waistband I heard her whisper “you’re so cute.”

“Excuse me” I asked, “oh nothing” she replied.

I squatted down to search her knee high socks for contraband
and that’s when I caught the faintest smell of a moist pussy. I lingered longer
than I should have as I kept inhaling to confirm that I in fact smelled the
fragrance of an aroused woman.

I caught myself lingering longer than appropriate and
quickly stood up, that’s when I felt the first pulse of blood rush to my cock.
I pulled my handcuffs out of their pouch and asked Terri to turn around and put
her hands together, she did it. As I placed the handcuffs on her our eyes met
and she brushed her hands against my growing dick making it move and grow
faster.

I quickly helped her sit in the car, closed the door and
readjusted myself as I walked around to get inside. I couldn’t believe what was
happening; this perfect angel was hitting on me. If only I wasn’t on duty I
thought to myself.

Once in the car I asked Terri for her address and learned
that she lived North of Salt Lake about 20 miles. Normally I’m not a taxi
service but Terri asked me nicely to make an exception this time and she would
make it worth my time. How could I resist a face like hers anything, I gave in
and picked up my radio.

“Dispatch from Charlie 145” I called.

“Go ahead 145.” “This is 145, I’ll be in the area on
paperwork, show me busy.” “Copy that 145 at 0100.”

“Ok that will buy me a little time” I informed Terri.

“I hope you type slow.” She joked.

I put the car in gear and pulled away, checking for Mr.
Crazy in my rear view mirror as we drove away. He must still be crying in the
grass I thought.

“So what is the story with you and Dick.” I asked

Terri went on to explain that her and Richard were in the
military together and had been friends for 3 years. He just recently asked her
to marry him and she had said yes. But now she was beginning to have second
thoughts because Dick didn’t act like he cared very much about her, he made fun
of her a lot and only cared about himself when it came to sex.

I told her that nobody deserved that kind of treatment.
During my interview I had noticed that she wore her ring on the wrong finger; I
asked her why. She said the idiot didn’t even care enough to get her the right
ring size so she could wear it properly.

“If you were my girl I would treat you like a queen and I
would make sure your ring fit so you could wear it properly and everyone would
know you were my girl.” I said.

“I’ve dreamed of someone like you.” She said.

“Well dream no more because here I am.” She just smiled and
then looked down at my obviously hard penis.

“Looks like you need some attention of your own.” She joked.

“I’ll take care of that later” I said, “I’ll help you with
it right now.” She said.

Who was I to say no to an offer like that? She had the
sexiest lips and to tell the truth I had been wondering what they would feel
like on my hard cock since I first saw her smile at me.

I removed the handcuff key from my belt and handed it to
her, she removed the handcuffs and moved closer to me, and putting her right
hand on my belt buckle she quickly opened my pants and pulled my engorged shaft
out.

“Wow you look hot.” She said as she began to stroke me then
lowering her lips to my dick she took it in to her mouth and began to give me
the greatest blow job I had ever received.

She could tell I was getting close to Cumming and so she
stopped. “We’d better save some for later.” She said as I got on to the
freeway. Once I had set the cruise control I reached over and put my hand down
her shirt, I gently ran my finger along the edge of her amazing tits and she
shifted in her seat, moving down slightly and spreading her legs; then lifting
her skirt to expose her shaved pussy.

I could take a hint so I moved my hand from her breasts to
her thigh. I ran my finger up her thigh and could feel a slight hint of
moisture on her inner thigh. Then she pulled my hand to her pussy where my
suspicion was confirmed, she was really wet.

I inserted my finger in to her pussy and began to masturbate
her with my right hand while I tried to focus on driving with my left hand. I
must admit, it wasn’t the easiest thing to do at the time. The smell of sex
began to fill my car making me hornier and hornier. All I could think about was
tasting her pussy and pleasuring her the way she deserved to be pleasured.

Finally the 20 mile trip had come to an end as I pulled in
front of her apartment and stopped.

We both readjusted our clothing and she asked “Aren’t you
going to park so you can come up and finish what you started?”

Once again I didn’t need my arm twisted so I pulled in to
the closest empty parking stall and shut off my car. I got out and then went
around to open her door for her. She smiled at me and purposefully got close
enough to kiss me on the lips as she stood up. Her lips were so soft and her
kiss was magical, I pulled her to me and kissed her deeper. I felt her body go
limp in my arms and she gave in to me and kissed me back passionately.

We both let the kiss die off naturally and I said “I want to
take you right here, right now.”

She just turned around and put both hands on the hood of my
car and spread her legs. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my dick, I then
pulled her skirt up just enough to allow me access to her velvet heaven but not
enough to expose my new found treasure to the world.

My cock entered her easily and she pushed against me forcing
me deep inside her. She let out a subtle moan and exhalation of breath as I
could feel my cock hit the back of her vagina. I couldn’t believe how great she
felt, my dick filled her perfect pussy and we both began to move in rhythm. We
started out slow but quickly our fucking got faster and soon I was pounding so
fast that my balls were slapping against her.

I couldn’t stop but I knew if I didn’t I would explode right
here in the parking lot and I wanted to spend more time with her in a more
intimate setting, so I stopped and said “let’s go upstairs.”

She agreed and led me to her apartment. She unlocked the
door and pushed it open. We quickly entered closing the door behind us. The
door hadn’t even completely closed before we were tearing at each other’s
clothing, removing items and just tossing them on the floor.

She was considerably easier to undress than I was. My belt,
Kevlar vest and boots proved a nuisance but she hung in there and finally we
were both naked. I pulled her to me again and hugged her as I kissed her again.

The feel of her soft skin against mine was insanely
pleasant. Her beautiful large breasts pressed up against my chest made me
smile. I could see a bedroom behind us down the hall so still kissing I began
to walk her towards what I hoped was a soft bed where I could lay her down and
have my way with her.

Once in the bedroom I couldn’t wait any longer, I pushed her
on to the bed and climbed on top of her. I entered her warm pussy again and
began to fuck her slowly. I pinned her down by holding her arms above her head
as I began to fuck her faster.

She looked at me and we locked eyes. “You’re so fucking
beautiful.” I told her, she blushed and looked away. “Richard never tells me
I’m beautiful.”

“That’s because he’s a dick” I replied. We both laughed and
she pulled me down on her, we began to kiss like we had been born to be lovers.

The things I was feeling at that moment I never want to
forget. The feeling of her skin touching every inch of my skin; feeling her
chest move with every breath we took together was exhilarating. I knew at that
moment if I could have her everyday for the rest of my life I would be the luckiest
and happiest man in the world. I would do anything for her; even die for her if
she asked it of me.

We continued to move together relishing the moment and at
that point our fucking changed to making love. I gazed in to those beautiful
pale blue eyes of hers and heard her say “I’ve been waiting for you to rescue
me from that asshole for the longest time, thank you.”

I didn’t quite understand what she meant so I asked for an
explanation. She explained that I was the man she had dreamed of all her life.
I told her she barely knows me and she replied with “My heart has known you and
longed to be with you since before I knew I had a heart.” …

d and kidnapped, I would have felt like I was merely the first arrival at a pool party.

I didn’t see her at first, but at the sound of our footsteps a cute little blond girl, who was sunbathing naked, rose from one of the lounge chairs and slipped into a short, white, satin robe that barely covered her bottom. She climbed the three steps to the upper level, not bothering to tie the robe, and smiled at us.

She was absolutely gorgeous but not in the modeling sense. She was about my height with short blond hair done in a Princess Di style. Her body was slightly thicker than mine but taut and well proportioned with slim hips and perky tits with large pink nipples. I noticed that her pubic area was shaved clean and detected a hint of moisture on her pussy lips. She had bright blue eyes and an infectious, disarming smile.

“Hi John,” she said with a bubbly tone in her voice. She walk over to us and offered her hand to me. “Hi, I’m Paula. What’s your name?”

“Gina,” I replied, shaking her hand politely.

I was at a total loss. Here I was, buck naked, standing in front of this perfect stranger who was welcoming me like a new friend. Didn’t she notice? Didn’t she have any questions? Wasn’t she wondering where I came from? What was this all about, I wondered, my eyes darting about looking for any avenue of escape.

Paula turned her attention back to John. “Will you be wanting me John?”

“Need you ask?” John replied with a smile on his face. “But I need a shower first and I also need you to take a look at her leg.” He said, pointing at my thigh where the dog bit me.

Paula looked at my thigh and asked casually while shaking her head, “Buster?”

“Yeah.” He replied. “Damn dog. I’d get rid of him but he’s my favorite.” As he talked he led me by the elbow to a large oak kitchen table and gently pushed me into a chair. He left the room while Paula dabbed at my wound with a damp cloth and sprayed some disinfectant on it. He returned shortly with a length of chain with a manacle at each end.

“Is that necessary?” Paula asked as she applied a small round bandage to the tiny puncture.

“She’ll get herself killed if I don’t.” He replied as he slipped a manacle on one of my ankles. He ran the chain around the thick center leg of the table and snapped the remaining manacle on my other ankle. “The last thing I need is for her to get herself torn to bits out of her own stupidity.”

“Who are you people and what do you want from me?” I demanded in an angry voice. “Why are you doing this to me?”

John rose, satisfied that I was securely chained to the table and began massaging my shoulders from behind. “I told you Gina, I have taken you as a wife.” Until…

“Do you always chain your wives to the furniture?” I interrupted sarcastically.

John continued, ignoring my outburst. “Until you understand the rules and the consequences for breaking them Gina, I think it’s better that you not be left to your own devices. Everything will be explained to you in time.”

With that, he offered his hand to Paula and said, “C’mon.” She put her dainty little hand in his gigantic one and allowed herself to be lead from the room. I watched them disappear down a hallway and heard a shower come on. I was left alone with my thoughts.

I looked down at my shackles and decided that struggling against them would be useless. I would only cut my ankles. The table was solid oak, and heavy. With all my strength I couldn’t get it to budge. Even if I could tip it over and work the chain from around the base, I couldn’t imagine even getting close to the door before he came running. My cheek still stung from the slap he administered to me in the garage. I would continue to cooperate and not anger him until I could figure a way out of my situation.

I relaxed in the chair and surveyed my surroundings. The house was beautiful and exquisitely furnished. From my seat at the kitchen table I could see a huge stone fireplace in the living room. All of the floors were hardwood and glossy and I could see a tasteful Persian rug centered beneath the furniture.

I heard the shower go off and waited for one or both of them to return to the kitchen, but neither appeared. After a few minutes, I heard a muffled moan, followed by another louder one and then, “Oh John, yes. Oh god, yes, yes, yes.” Paula’s voice, filled with pleasure, floated down the hall and I heard the unmistakable sound of two bodies slamming together in the act of lovemaking. The bed creaked slightly.

I leaned forward resting my boobs on the table and noticed that my nipples were hard and erect, my pussy dripping moisture on the padded chair. I put my hands over my ears to block out the sounds. “Oh my god!!!” Paula screamed. Her voice filled with ecstasy. “Cum inside me John. I want to feel your cum inside me.” she screamed. I heard one last “Oh yesssssssssss” and then silence.

I heard a giggle and then the patter of Paula’s dainty bare feet coming down the hallway. As she entered the kitchen I again demanded, “What do you people want with me.” I noticed that she was still flush from her recent orgasm.

Paula smiled at me and said, “I got here the same way you did Gina. It’s going to be up to you to make of it what you want. I’d advise you to cooperate. John can be a gentle loving man, but don’t anger him. There is no escape. I’ll explain it all later. John will be in shortly to undo your ankles. Are you hungry?”

“Famished.” I replied, thinking about the snickers and Diet Pepsi having been my only sustenance since lunchtime yesterday.

“Good,” John’s voice boomed from behind me. “I’m an excellent cook and pretty good on the BBQ too.”

I jumped at the sound of his voice and turned to see John entering the kitchen wearing only shorts. His body was a huge mass of muscle. His arms and chest were massive, his stomach a washboard. As he bent over to undo my ankles I could see his back muscles ripple. Had this been any other time and place, and had John not been so damn ugly, I’d be throwing myself at him. I had leaned back in the chair to give him room to undo my ankles and my legs were spread. As he undid my ankles he looked at the puddle under my crotch and smiled.

“I have steaks ready to go whenever you are John.” Paula said over her shoulder while fussing in the refrigerator.

“Put them on the grill Honey,” John replied. “I’ll be out in a moment.”

“Don’t be too long, you know I’ll burn them.” Paula said, smiling at me as she made her way out the patio door.

John knelt in front of my chair, his stomach resting on the front edge, keeping me from closing my legs. He took his thick middle finger and inserted it into my dripping pussy. I tried to wriggle away and look disgusted but my body again betrayed me. My juices were flowing and my body involuntarily quivered as he stroked his finger in and out of my hungry vagina. John cupped one of my breasts in his other hand and gently massaged it. My nipples were rock hard and stood erect, responding to his gentle touch. My skin broke out in goose flesh. I felt my hips gyrate against his hand wanting the orgasm which was building inside me.

John used his other hand to stimulate my throbbing clitoris and I exploded in orgasm, my hips thrusting to meet his plunging finger stroke for stroke. Wave after wave of pleasure engulfed my body. I closed my eyes and bucked my hips faster. I heard a satisfied moan escape from my throat and my breasts heaved as my breathing quickened. I felt a flush of satisfaction engulf my body and my breathing evened as the orgasm subsided. I felt John pull his finger from my vagina and almost cried in protest. I opened my eyes and John was smiling at me. His grotesque features pulled back by his grin.

“I think you’re going to be alright.” He said, and leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. “Come,” he said softly while getting to his feet. “Let’s get some food into you and then Paula can help you settle in. She’ll explain the rules to you later.”

He went out on the deck and I followed. Paula flashed me a knowing smile and handed me a white silk robe that barely covered my bottom.

 

to them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued...

hands. “What are you going to do to me?” She gasped in horror. I give her a smile as I slide off her bra and start to pinch and play with her perfectly round 38C tits. She looked at me moaning instantly begging me to stop through the intense pleasure. I start to suck on her tits and I slide my fingers into her skirt and begin to rub her clit. She moaned louder and started to squirm and I stop and look at her she whimpered at the cease of the pleasure and I walk to the end of the bed and grab a mouth gag and 2 vibrators and set them on the bed and I take out rope and look at Meagan and I take her skirt off. I lick my lips from the site of her tight shaven cunt. Megan looks at me in horror as I but the gag over her mouth as tie it as I do I hear her muffled screams begging me to let her go. I laugh and begin to suck on her tits and flinger her tight pussy. Tears begin to run down her face as she moans into the gag. I look at her as I lick my fingers licking off her sweet juices. I look at her and take a vibrator and turn it on and pressed it on her clit and her hips jerks to the instant stimulation. Soft moans escape the gag as she cums. I look at her and say “If I take off the gag will u stop screaming and crying.” Megan looks at me and nods. I take the gag out of her mouth and she says “Why are you doing this to me? I didn’t do anything to you.” I look at her and laugh “You where being a little bitch and now I will make u my little bitch.” I get on top of Megan and I slide my dick deep in her pussy as she screams “No don’t I am still a virgin!” as I ram my 8inch dick inside of her. Her screams of pain slowly became moans of pleasure and she started to move her hips with mine accepting the cock inside her pussy. “Oh my god don’t stop please I beg u fuck me harder!” she moaned to me. I listen and I begin to fuck her tight cunt mercilessly as she moaned for more she climaxed screaming in pleasure and begged me not to stop and fill her cunt with my cum and as she said so cum filled her pussy to the brim. “Please fuck my ass.” she begged me promising she would obey me. I untie Megan and she gets off the bed and bends over and spreads her ass as I slide my cock in her tight asshole she moans in pleasure taking every inch of my cock in her and as I fucked hard ass hard she fingered herself. With every thrust her hips jerked more and more until I filled her ass up and she fell in to multiple climaxes. I lay her on the bed as cum leaks out of her and the phone rings and I answer it. “Hello my good friend how have you been?” the person on the phone said. “I am good john you?” I replied and after we exchange the greetings and then he asks “Would you like to buy my daughter for $100,000 we really need the money.” I think about it and say ok ill buy her send me a picture and I will find her and pick her up and ill send the money to you first thing in the morning.” I heard a sign of joy on the phone and I hung up when I got the picture and looked it was non other than Megan and I look at the photo wide eyed knowing that this was going to be very fun. END OF PART TWO

ing smooth. I had really taken over the roll of the man of the house. Mom looked to me to help figure things out and we would talk at night after we had put Kenny to bed about her work and money issues all sorts of things.

 

 One night mom was talking about how much she depended on me and that she could not have made it with out me being there for her. I had been having a lot of fantasies about her lately I would masturbate almost every night thinking of her. She was only about 5” tall long black hair. She was a little chubby maybe, but had nice big tits and a big round ass. As she talked I could not help look at her sitting in her pajamas. I could tell she did not have a bra on and the short little pants left all of her legs exposed. She stopped talking and looked at me “Brian are you ok baby?”  “Yes, I just was looking at how beautiful you are” I said thinking I hope I had not gone to far. Mom just smiled at me, got up came over and hugged me. “Thank you so much Brian you don’t know how long it has been since I heard a man say that to me. All your father had to say was I was fat and that he could not bring him self to have sex with me.” “I would love to have sex with you.”  I could not believe that I really said that. I know I was going to be in trouble.

 

“Have you ever had sex before Brian?” She asked. No mama. She took my hand and said well you are the man of the house it is time I treat like it. We went in to her bed room and she slowly undid my pajama top and kissed me at first just light kisses but then becoming more and more passionate. I felt her tongue slide in side my mouth as she kissed me. My mind was reeling. She undid the draw string on my pants and let then hit the floor.  My 6 inch cock was as hard as steel and was pointing straight up at her.

 

She looked down and my hard cock. Oh Brian you have a wonderful cock it is so thick and hard.  Precum was leaking all over the head of my hard dick. My mom dropped to her knees and licked the head clean. When her tongue touched my cock it was like lighting going off all over my body. She worked all 6 inches of my hard cock in to her mouth and was going to town on it I could feel my nuts filling with cum I could not take much more. Then my mom slowed down and took me out of her or wet mouth stood up and kissed me. She had the taste of my cock all over her but I did not care.

 

Not yet baby there is more I want to show you she said as she pulled off her top letting her huge tits come in to view. Oh my god they were wonderful, with big brown nipples. They where 36D I found out later “Do you like what you see baby?” she asked. Oh yes was all I could say. She pulled he pants down the reveal her neatly trimmed pussy. Laying back on the bed she said come suck on my big tits for me. I claimed on the bed my dick leaking all over her, grabbed one of her big tits and went to licking and sucking for all I was worth. Slow down baby she guided me in just the way she wanted it done. Then she reached down and guided my hard cock right in to her dripping we pussy. I don’t even have words to describe how I felt. I could not stoop my hip from bucking. That’s it baby fuck me with your big dick give it to me. Oh yes Brian it has been so long fuck me!!! This just made me go harder and faster but it was not long before I could feel that I was going to cum. I screamed I am cumming!!! Yes fill me with your hot cum, fuck me and fill me up!!!  I let go and shot load after load of cum up in to my moms hot waiting pussy she grabbed my ass and tried to pull me in to her I just kept humping away. I finely could not go any longer and just collapsed on my mother feeling he soft warm breasts on my face and her hands running up and down my body.  

 

She kissed me softly and said that was wonderful Brain but I am not done yet I need more. She rolled me over on to my back and leaned down and started sucking my soft cock in to her mouth. She then put her leg over my head so her cum filled pussy was right over my face. I needed no encouragement I started licking and sucking on her juicy cunt. I could taste my cum all mixed whit her sweet pussy juice, but I did not care it was so good.

 

It did not take any time for my cock to get hard in her hot mouth. She turned around and sat right on my hard shaft leaned over and licked my wet face and she started riding me. She took my hands and put them on her big tits and told to squeeze her nipples while she fucked me. She was moaning and telling me how good it felt having my hard dick in her. I could feel the cum building up in me again as she slammed harder and harder in to me. oh yes baby fuck me give me all that cock. Then her legs started to shake and she grabbed my arms and dug her nails in to me ohhhhhh Brian I am cumming baby yes make me cum. Then I could take it no more and was driving back up in to her when I let loose with another load of cum, her pussy started squirting her cum all over us, it was running down her legs all over my stomach and down my ass.

 

When I woke up I looked over and my mom was laying on her side looking at me with a big smile. She had my cock in her and was gently stroking it. “Well you are truly the man of the house now Brian.” She said. What do you think about that? I told here that I loved her and that I never wanted any thing but what we have right now. I never wanted to be with any one other than her.  She told me she felt the same way. But there where many other things about sex she wanted to teach me. Things that my father felt were strange or perverted and did not want any thing to do with. I told her that I wanted to do what ever mad her feel good. She kissed me deeply and said she felt the same way.

 

With that she leaned over and took my hard cock in her mouth and started sucking away. That’s when I looked up and saw Kenney standing in the door way.

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