“Inappropriately?” asked Jessica looking down at herself.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To be continued…………………………………

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.

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.

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.” …

As I reached the buiding at 10 to 8 I examined it a little - seemed a really nice esteemed building. I stepped in and was greeted by some 10-15 people sitting around two tables. Hey, this is what the ad said - nice and friendly. I was offered a beer which I happily took and sat down at a table. The stakes were low and I soon realized all of them were amateurs. As the night dragged on, I got their playing style and I figured I'd clean this place out. At around 10 pm we were getting pretty drunk and the stakes went higher. I was still in a pretty good state although I had a faint feeling the beer was not what I thought it was. So we played and whatever was put in my beer, was having an effect. I started to get hot - both meanings. I rolled up my sleeves and wanted a new cold beer. They happily gave me one. I started losing badly. I was in the last place according to chip count. And finally I was out . . . no more cash. "Shit" I thought - what now? That's when things really started to heat up. All others quickly finished their games - I think there were 14 people altogether.

I was sitting back feeling the effect of whatever was in that beer and trying to figure out what to do next. I had no money. I'd finished my beer and asked for a new one and indeed something round was put into my hand. I looked at it puzzled as I realized I couldn't move it. The round object was an 8'' dick attached to a rather a handsome guy. I was bewildered but didn't let go. He asked me if I wanted a drink and I just nodded dumbly. He stepped closer and I watched him move towards my face. With a sudden impulse I licked the head of it. It surprised me more than him. I started sucking and licking his thick and long cock. I gagged on it and slurped up my own saliva off it. I jerked him at the same time. Suddenly I felt someone tugging at my shirt - involuntarily I raised my hands and let whoever it was to take it off me. The same happened to my jeans. They were removed together with my boxers . . . I hadn't realized, but I was fully aroused (which means my 5'' dick was standing straight up). I continued to suck this wonderful cock when I was pushed on my back on a table and this gave me my first glance of the surrounding people. They were all naked and aroused. They slowly jerked themselves. Before I could gather my thoughts two dicks were introduced to my hands. One guy mover round to my head and put his cock in my mouth. The same guy I had sucked had found a tube of KY and was applying it to my asshole. I jerked away with both hands. I tried to suck the other huge cock. (I had never sucked cock before and I had never found men attractive). And suddenly that 8'' cock started to make its way up my ass. I had never put anything there so it didn't want to fit. But more pressure and the head was in. I would've yelped or screamed, but my mouth was full and I was told not to talk with your mouth full.

The fucking continued for about 10 minutes before the guy with a cock in my ass started to pick up speed. And right then they all stopped and left and a new foursome was introduced. I was confused but didn't have much time to wonder about that because another two cocks were in me - slightly smaller but still too big for me. And this kept on happening - without any explanation, suddenly all four left and another four took their places. Finally when the fucking had lasted for about two hours I was sore all over, my ass was bleeding and my mouth was bruised and tired. I had read enought stories to know that usually a large group just cums inside the one they use. . . That wasn't the case though. No one had cum yet. And finally the biggest surprise came - another foursome left and I was almost left alone - people backed away and I thought - well, that was weird - better get out of here and at the same time I saw why they had backed - I wanted to back away but couldn't ... I was meserized. A huge black man was standing in the door frame - huge muscles and a bald head - he did seem like a mountain of strength. But what mesmerized me was the dick - hanging freely and yet being the same size as my forearm. I said to myself - "No way is that going in me"... And still I couldn't move . . . He came to me and without a word shoved it in my mouth - well the head of it at least. It didn't fit and I couldn't suck on it - he just fucked my mouth and got aroused. When he was satisfied with my mouth, he moved to my ass. I glanced down and saw that it must've been at least 11'' but it might have been bigger. Slowly he placed the tip against my hole. It felt like a brick was shoved in me. At last he got half of his dick head in. I wriggled and winced but still my vocal chords were out of order. He made a sudden effort and had his head in me - now I found my voice - I yelled. At the top of my lungs.

He started really slowly to fuck me - going in just a few inches and staying there, pulling out a little and then pushing in a little more . . . I started to enjoy this. Then he picked up the pace and started really fucking me. At that time the other people came near me again. This time they were all ready to cum and I was told to swallow it all - I tried. They came in my mouth, on my face and on my chest. Some went twice. My own cock exploded with all the feelings. When they all had come I was drowning in cum - I couldn't breathe very well. And then came the black man. Finished with my bum, he pulled out, leaving me with a really sore and wide asshole ... He put the tip of the head of his cock in my mouth and started to cum. I thought I'd die. It was so tasty and it felt like he had gallons of that stuff - I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed - my stomach was full alreadt with 18 shots of cum from 14 men. He finally stopped and I tried to swallow some more and straight after that I went to sleep. I woke up in my dorm room and thought - phew! what a dream . . . I tried to move and my ass was hurting like hell - oh no, I thought. I went as fast as possible to the mirror in my room and I could see the dried cum in my face and hair. And there was still some cum dripping down my leg. . .

Let me know if I should write more. Thanks for reading.

Cindy's clit was standing up about an inch and a half from her body. It was throbbing and Cindy could feel it bob in the air to her increasing beat of her heart. The younger  mans warm breath continues to send shivers up her body.