wa,so many pages of stories,it will take awhile to finish reading all.
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Milk & Cookies - A Story about Santa Claus
T’was the night before Christmas, and in MzDominica’s house, Santa crouched next to the Christmas tree, pulling packages out of his sack. The ornaments and lights on the tree twinkled and shimmered, even though no one else was in the room to appreciate them. Suddenly, from somewhere in the tree, a light mist, like an air freshener, sprayed into his face. Santa’s thoughts went blank for a moment, and he did not realize that MzDominica had entered the room and was standing next to him, until She spoke.
“Not a mouse that’s stirring,” She said. Her beautiful voice took on a combination of seduction and command. “Your mind is going blank, now, Santa. Blank. You think of nothing. You hear only My Voice.”
Santa continued to kneel next to the tree, staring at the twinkling ornaments, his mind empty of all thought. MzDominica lowered another twinkling object, dangling from a chain, in front of his face. The facets of the crystal caught glints of light from the tree and reflected them into Santa’s eyes, changing the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue. Glittering and twinkling. So pretty.
“That’s right, Santa. Gaze deep into the crystal. Look at all the pretty colors. Watch the crystal as it spins around… and around… and around…” For good measure, Dominica drew a vial from a pocket in Her robe and held it up to his face. “Breathe in,” She whispered, as She sprayed another squirt of mind control mist into his face. No use taking chances – this was Santa Claus, after all!
“Feel the warm relaxation spread through your face. Down your neck. Into your chest. And your arms. Feel your legs relax. And your feet relax. So loose, relaxed, and warm. So quiet. Watch the pretty colors, and let them fill your mind. No thoughts. Only the colors. Yellow, green, purple, blue.”
Santa’s eyes were wide, the pupils large dark pools in the half-lit room. His jaw had fallen open, his mouth a small pink oval in the middle of his white beard.
“Good, Santa. Let everything go. Let it all go. Loose… and relaxed.” She looked down at Santa, a little surprised he was dressed exactly like one would expect from all the pictures. Red suit, white trim, black boots. “Nice boots,” She said, “though a bit more serviceable than fashionable.” She shifted Her stance a little, so Her leg was now in Santa’s field of vision, covered in a knee-high boot of deep brown leather, which went so well with the salmon-colored night robe She wore. “How do you like MY boots?”
Dominica moved the crystal toward Her leg, and Santa’s gaze shifted, blankly, following it. She held the crystal in front of Her boot. Time to see if this had worked. “Kiss My boot, slave.”
Slowly, almost in a drifting motion, Santa twisted around a bit, and bowed his head low to the floor. And kissed MzDominica’s boot. First the toe. Then he started a trail upward toward Her shin.
“Enough, slave,” Dominica commanded. “Now, I want you to explain to Me. I don’t see any packages for Me under the tree. Why not? Speak!”
Santa’s voice seemed to come from someplace far, far away. “You’re on the Naughty list,” he replied.
“How can you say that?” Dominica asked. “When I have brought joy to thousands of My slaves, all over the world!” She leaned downward, bringing Her beautiful cleavage close to Santa’s face. “Feel My fingers stroking your cock. You don’t need me to touch you, for you to feel it. One long stroke, with My long fingernails, stroking from base to tip.”
Santa’s breathing became a little more irregular.
“That’s right. Base to tip. And again. From base to tip. Along the underside of your cock. So slowly. So teasingly. Up to the head. Then around, and around.”
Santa continued to gaze at Dominica’s breasts. His eyes were drawn to the mermaid tattoo. Then to Her cleavage. A silent voice seemed to call him into that long, deep valley between Her gorgeous breasts. Down, down, down into darkness.
“I wouldn’t think of expecting you to drop by without offering you milk and cookies.”
Dominica stood up, and languidly strode across the room, past the fireplace. Santa followed Her with his eyes, unable to move. She stopped by what appeared to be a large easy chair, covered with a blanket. Then She bent down, grabbed one corner of the blanket, and gently pulled it aside. Underneath was a beautiful blonde woman, completely naked, attached to a frame by leather cuffs at her wrists and ankles, and supported by cleverly placed leather straps. She was clearly in a deep trance state, gazing forward into nothing. She was so deeply tranced and still, Santa hadn’t noticed she wasn’t just another piece of furniture.
“This is patti,” Dominica said. “My beautiful lesbian hooker.” She turned toward Santa, who had just enough awareness to meet Her eyes, and said, “And she’s your snack, for tonight!”
Even deep in trance, patti immediately noticed she could see MzDominica in the room. At the sight of her Mistress, her slow, quiet breathing changed to rapid panting, and her shaved pussy flowered open and started to drip. The nipples on her huge breasts tautened, and began to ooze little drops of milk.
“patti,” Santa said, tonelessly.
“Yes,” Dominica replied. “And regardless of WHAT list you have her on, she’s been a good girl. A very good girl, for her Mistress. And so I’ve arranged a special present for her. You’re going to lick her… and make her cum!”
“Good girl,” Santa repeated. “Yes, patti IS a good girl.”
“Glad we agree,” Dominica said. “Now, Santa, crawl over here, and give patti her Christmas present.”
Santa crawled, a little more quickly now, toward the bound slave, approaching directly between her legs. Dominica watched, and just as he got within a few inches of patti’s smooth hairless pussy, She said, “Wait!”
Santa halted, unable to disobey. Somewhere, way at the back of his mind, he could still wonder why.
“First the milk,” Dominica said. “THEN the cookies.” She ran a finger along Santa’s face, from the temple down into his beard, twirling it a bit. “Crawl over to her breasts. And drink.”
Santa backed away from between patti’s gorgeous spread legs, and crawled next to the frame on her left. Her breasts seemed so huge and firm, filled as they were with milk. Santa leaned forward, took a nipple into his mouth, and began to suck.
“That’s right,” Dominica encouraged. “Suck it. Drink the milk.” She knew that the mind control hormones filling patti’s body would only serve to take Santa deeper into hypnotic slavery, the more he drank. “Drink it all!”
patti moaned as her nipple was sucked, her breast was emptied. She had been so full, the relief of pressure was so nice. She began to wiggle her hips a little, aching to be fucked, licked, whipped, anything.
“Now the other breast,” Dominica commanded. “Crawl around to the other side. Drink your milk, slaveboy.”
Santa’s mind was becoming even emptier. His cock felt like a wooden pole, a sharp sword, a baseball bat – something long, hard, and needing to DO something, touch something, plunge into something, rub on something. He couldn’t think. He could only obey, crawl around the frame to patti’s right side, and take her other nipple in his mouth. As he sucked, his thoughts seemed to drift farther away. All he wanted to do was suck, lick, obey, obey, obey.
patti’s hips began to gyrate like she had a vibrator in her cunt. Of course, she THOUGHT she did, having been commanded by MzDominica to believe she was filled, 24/7, with vibrating eggs. Just on the edge of orgasm, all the time. Ready, ready, ready. The sucking on her nipple felt so good. So deep in trance, she didn’t know who or what was sucking her, but Santa’s beard tickled the skin over her ribs, and only made her more aroused. Unable to form words, patti continued to pant and moan, only able to react and obey.
“Good, Santa,” Dominica whispered. “Now, I think she’s ready. Crawl around, back to between her legs. Time to enjoy patti’s cookies!”
Santa crouched low on the floor, turning around, crawling mindlessly along the right side of the frame, down, and back up between the slave’s legs.
patti’s naked cunt was pulsing… pulsing… pulsing… trained to pulse exactly in time with the light from MzDominica’s crystal. Aching to be sucked, licked, stroked, whipped, spanked – anything, anything, anything, please, please, please!
At the touch of Santa’s tongue, patti squealed! She wiggled her hips, and sank down into her bondage, trying to get closer in contact with the warm, wet stimulation. Her legs were spread too wide for his beard to tickle the insides of her thighs – but the gentle, feathery contact with the cheeks of her bottom got her hips pumping even harder. Santa’s tongue began a complicated sequence of strokes, swirls, and slurps that surprised MzDominica. Nibbling on the inner labia, then a stroke upward to the clit. Around and around the clit, then starting down the other side, and a sudden jump to nibble at the outer labia.
“Hmmm,” She thought. “Mrs. Claus must have a better time of things than I thought.”
Santa’s tongue twirled and licked. patti’s hips bucked. Closer and closer and closer to orgasm. Needing to cum. Aching to cum. Almost there, almost, just on the edge, wanting it, please, please, please, just a little bit, a little bit, a little bit more!
But, of course, patti could not cum – not without MzDominica’s permission.
Mistress watched, as Santa licked, and patti’s gyrations got wilder and wilder, her voice squealed more and more continuously, unable to stop, unable to go on – perfectly obedient in her training to do only as her Mistress commanded.
Dominica smiled, a wry, crooked smile. Of enjoyment. And control. And lust. Ohhhh, yes. Lust. Her needs would be attended to later. But right now, time for Her slave’s present. She leaned forward, toward patti’s right ear, and whispered. “You have My permission, slut. Cum! Cum and cum and cum!”
patti’s squeals turned into screams, as she came, over and over again. In wild, thrashing convulsions, held in control only by the cuffs and straps that would not let her move. Dominica watched as patti’s body clenched in waves, starting in the middle of her belly, and moving outward in ripples, as her entire body orgasmed, over and over and over again. Santa continued licking, as patti continued to cum. After a few minutes, the intensity of her thrashing became gentler, more languid. And Santa’s tongue matched her, slowing down, becoming more languid. Dominica watched, as a wave of muscle contractions moved visibly from patti’s cunt, upward across her belly, wiggling her breasts, twitching her arms, her head moving from side to side as she moaned, happily, mindlessly. Little by little, patti and Santa slowed, together, as patti’s orgasms subsided. Till Santa’s face and tongue were still, and patti lay there, suspended in the harness, a huge smile on her blank, empty face.
patti’s pussy juices, also laced with Dominica’s mind control hormones, soaked into Santa’s face… and dribbled on the carpet. Mistress made a mental note to have patti suck the carpet clean, tomorrow.
“Kneel down, slave. Down here, at My feet.” Santa pulled his face away from patti’s cunt, crawled over to Dominica’s boots. “Down further. Place your face between My toes, and touch your nose to the floor.” Blankly, Santa did as he was instructed. Unconsciously, he pumped his hips ever so gently, consumed with lust in his deep, mind controlled trance.
“Now, Santa, I want you to listen carefully,” Dominica said. “All the rest of tonight, no matter where you are, no matter what you’re doing… Whenever you hear the phrase ‘Santa is coming,’ or ‘Here comes Santa Claus’ – or ANYTHING about Santa and coming… you will cum. You will orgasm. In one brief, little spurt. Every time. You will cum. Every time. You will not remember these commands, or being hypnotized by me – but you WILL obey these instructions. I want your pants nice and drippy and wet with cum when you return to the North Pole. Do you understand?”
Santa had trouble forming the words, but his voice managed to croak out, “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good,” replied Dominica. “Now, about Me being on the Naughty list…” She crouched down, Her mouth close to his ear, and ran a finger down the side of his face. “Wouldn’t you agree, your milk and cookies were nice?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Santa whispered. His eyes were still unfocused, his mind empty and obedient.
“There’s no reason I can’t be on BOTH lists, right? Naughty AND Nice?”
A faint grin appeared on Santa’s lips, as that idea took hold. “Yes… Naughty and Nice…”
“So, Santa… Let Me tell you what I want for Christmas.” Dominica leaned even closer, and whispered in Santa’s ear. He listened attentively, blank as his mind was, absorbing every detail. Dominica looked intently at Santa’s face, memorizing every detail, suppressing a giggle at how straggly his beard looked, still soaked in patti’s drippings.
Dominica stood up, brushed one hand across Santa’s forehead. “You can do that for Me, tonight, right? You’re magical, right?”
“Yes, Mistress,” Santa replied, still kneeling at Dominica’s feet.
“Very well, My magical slave. Forgetting everything, but obeying all My instructions… When you awaken, you will not notice that I am here. You will finish your visit, and leave, not remembering you were seen by anyone. On the count of three, you will now wake up. One, beginning to regain consciousness. Two, becoming more aware of yourself. And three, wide awake, Santa. Stand up.”
Santa blinked a moment, not sure how he’d gotten from the Christmas tree over to the middle of the living room. He looked around, somehow missing the fact that MzDominica was standing right next to him. Walking, a little stiffly, back to the tree, he picked up his sack, pulled out a few more packages, and placed them under the tree. His hand brushed against a small lighted ornament depicting Santa in his sleigh, which suddenly started to play a few bars of an old Bing Crosby recording of “Here Comes Santa Claus, Right Down Santa Claus Lane.” Santa shivered a little, and felt his cock leap unexpectedly in his pants, and spurt. Enjoying the experience, but a bit confused, Santa stood, pulled his sack closed, and started toward the chimney.
A beautiful voice seemed to come out of nowhere. “Better keep that wet spot bundled up warm, Santa,” it said sweetly. “You wouldn’t want to get frostbite.” Santa looked around a moment, then turned toward the fireplace again.
As he got into the fireplace, and began to rise back upward, Santa heard the voice one more time. “Make sure it’s red,” the voice called out. “And has a full tank of gas!”
She-vampire : a fantasy
I have to share this with you. - Two of my closest friends (who have the perpetual hots for each other) continually flirt and beat around the bush with their attraction, but neither of them had got up the nerve to actually act on their blatant mutual desire for one another. Tina (not her real name) came to me and asked for advice as she had several fantasies about Chris (not his real name) and wondered if she should let him know. I advised her to send one to him in an email and see what his response was and I assured her that it wouldn’t hurt their friendship but it would probably get things going in the right direction. He was absolutely floored when he received her email and had no idea how to respond back.
He came to me for advice as he wanted to sent her a similar fantasy in reply but he admittedly was weak in his writing skills and wanted my help. When I sat down with Chris to help him write out a fantasy I asked what he and Tina had in common that we could centre a fantasy around that as a place to start. I had to coax him quite a bit but he finally admitted that they both enjoyed Vampire movies and had gone on a couple of dates to watch some. I felt that that was an excellent place to start so I helped him to relax and tune out everything else so that he could visualize the scenario and paint the picture for me. He actually felt so comfortable with me (he may have actually forgotten that I was there) once he got into it that he had his pants down and was friggin himself off to his own fantasy. I was admittedly turned on and waited until he left to satisfy my rising excitement. I touched base with them later on and found out that they were on one wild ride and fucking like little rabbits whenever they could get their horny hands on each other. I couldn’t help but smile and give myself a pat on the back. Anyway……here goes. Enjoy!
Tina
We meet in a bar, it’s the first time I’ve seen you again and both of us are so hot for each other. And we have a few drinks, I’m at the bar, you come up behind me, you put your hands on my hips and you pull me back into you which nearly leaves me breathless, sliding me across your body, until I’m so hot, all I can think about is you inside me. Then you take me to the dance floor, we are oblivious to everyone around and we are dancing very close and your hands are sliding down, grazing my breasts, my arms are around you, my fingers tracing your spine and we dance closer and I feel how hard you are as you pull me close to you and you grab the back of my neck and kiss me deeply and your hands are sliding down until I can no longer bear the anticipation of you, and I whisper into your ear that I want you to fuck me.
You take my hand and we leave the bar, and we go the side into an alley and we are midway in the alley, people are walking up and down the streets and we can see them, but its dark and we stop and you slide me back into the wall so all I feel behind me is brick and then it’s all mouths and tongues and hands everywhere and you are so hard and you turn me around so my hands are braced against the wall. You slide your arms around to cup my breasts and you pinch my nipples though the fabric while the other hand is lifting up the back of my dress, I have nothing on underneath, only tall black boots and I feel your hot breath on my neck, as you graze my pussy with your fingers and I beg you to fuck me with your fingers but you still tease me just by sliding your fingers, down tracing my pussy with your fingertips so I turn around I grab your cock through your jeans, and I get very excited at how hard you are so I quickly unfasten your belt, your jeans, yank them down and sink onto my knees, taking it into my mouth, sucking your cock, your hands are tangled in my hair as you watch me slide my tongue over your cock, over the tip and you suddenly pull me up, kiss me hard, and then I feel your fingers deep and hard inside me, and I’m shaking and your mouth is still on mine, silencing me from crying out in the alley and you turn me around, hike up my skirt and take me from behind, my hands braced against the wall, you grabbing my ass, fucking me and I’m begging you to fuck me harder. You take one arm and wrap it across my throat, applying pressure and you bring my head to yours, your fingers in my mouth and you fuck me harder and harder until I feel you start to shake you come explosively inside me…
Chris
I’m going to dovetail this fantasy off the one that you had sent me where we were in the alley behind a bar. To refresh your memory, I had one hand on your ass and one around your neck while you were braced against the wall and I was taking you from behind with my cock throbbing deep inside your wet pussy and you were begging for me to fuck you harder and harder until I exploded like thunder inside of you. With that in mind I gently ease you back down to the ground and you can feel the juices now running down your leg, which just makes you feel hotter still. You turn around and kiss me deeply on the lips while trying to put your skirt back in its proper place. As we look in one another’s eyes we can both sense the evening isn’t over yet and perhaps it has only just began.
I flip my cell phone out and quickly dial the number of a limo service that I know of and they agree to pick us up in front of the bar in 5 minutes. We can’t keep our hands off of one another as we stand on the street waiting for the car and several times you slip your hands down my pants to remind my cock that you still want some attention later and it responds immediately each time by stiffening up again. When the limo arrives we dive into the back seat and after giving the driver your address you immediately close the partition and put your hand down my pants again pulling out my stiff cock. Gently at first you begin licking up and down my shaft then slowly you begin to work your tongue a bit faster before circling around the head and pulling your entire month around it and bathing my eager cock with your hot saliva. Although I feel like blowing my load right then I there I hang on a bit longer and enjoy the much-desired attention you are now giving my manhood and I absolutely love the feeling of your soft warm hands cupping my balls as you suck my cock with your hot wet mouth. After a while you sit beside me and we continue petting and caressing each other until the limo finally arrives at our destination.
When we get into your place you direct us to your bedroom right away and push me onto the bed. Taken slightly aback by your forcefulness I concur but to be honest I find that your dominant stance is turning me on more than I realized it would. You ask me to trust you at this point to which I again concur as you begin to undress me. Naked now you lie me down on the bed and with a silk scarf you tie each of my hands to the corner of the bed. After securing my hands you now tie my feet to the end of the bed as well and finally you take one piece of silk and tie it around my head like a blindfold and you tell me to hang on as you will be right back. Lying there vulnerable is quite a turn on and the moments of waiting seems endless as I anticipate your next move. Suddenly I can hear you entering the room and hear you breathing near me. The next thing I can feel is your breath on my face and you lean in and whisper in my ear “do you like vampires?”
Before I can answer that I feel you gently rake your fingernails down my chest all the way to my crotch and you lean in to my neck again and bite me. The sensation is a bizarre mixture of pain and pleasure and the excitement races down through my body in waves. You continue to bite my neck as your hand begins stroking up and down the shaft of my cock bringing it to attention yet again. With the blindfold still in place you begin to work down my body with your mouth. Sometimes licking, sometimes kissing, sometimes biting me, you cover the entire length of my body until you reach my cock again and begin working it over with your magically skilled tongue. Each time you cover my cock with your glossy pout it feels like you go deeper and deeper until your practically swallowing my balls as well. Every once in a while you come up for air so that you can bite or nibble my chest and neck. When I feel like I’m about to blow again you stop sucking my cock and return to the tongue bathing and work your way back to my mouth where you give me one of the deepest kisses ever and finally you bite my lip slightly so that I don’t forget your question. “Yes”, I say finally, “I like vampires”.
“Good”, you say teasingly, “I thought so”. You slowly untie the blindfold but request that I keep my eyes shut until you tell me to look. I completely comply with your wishes and when you finally say it’s okay to look I am completely blown away by the vision before me. There you are standing over my naked body wearing a long black vampire cape, long black leather high heels boots, and a black leather teddy that still reveals your smooth milky white breasts. You’ve accentuated your facial features with black make-up and hair coloring as well but it doesn’t look Goth necessarily - it looks sexy. A beautifully hot and sexy she-vampire is standing over me about to claim her victim and the stark contrast of porcelain white skin against black leather in the candlelight is astonishing.
Pleased by the reaction in my face and look of pleasure you step closer to the top of the bed so that you are standing directly over my head. You bring your crotch area over my face and you dip your wet pussy onto my eagerly waiting mouth. Your pussy is so unbelievably hot and wet and the musky smell of your natural juices drive me so absolutely crazy and dizzy that it feels like I’ve just drunk 4 bottles of Wolfblass. I probe the inside of your pussy with my tongue and although I find it somewhat difficult to control your responses without the use of my hands, I am able to focus my tongue’s efforts to move in and out and take time to lap your cunny juice and smother your clit so that finally I can feel you bucking as you sit on my face and you cum and writhe with pleasure with each flick of my tongue. Before you are able to move off of my face I am sure to take a little nibble of your outer labia so that you know I’m into this theme of yours.
Now you bend down and lap up all of your juices off my face and straddle me ready to give me the fucking of my life. With your pussy completely soaked you easily slide down onto my rock hard pole and begin thrusting up and down and back and forth, riding me with expert skill. I am lost in ecstasy again as you change your motion slightly to begin thrusting in a circular motion and as you gyrate faster and faster I begin to feel like I’m being fucked by some wild creature from another world as this has never felt so good. To top it all off you rake your nails down my chest again and scream with passion as my cock finds your g-spot deep inside your loins, begging me to fuck you harder and harder. With my limbs tied up I am only able to completely focus my response through my pelvis and I willingly accept the challenge of pleasing you with my piston. With my hard throbbing cock deep inside you bend over and bite my neck hard and I can feel you start to cum all over me again as you buck and writhe and bite me harder now. The sensation of you biting me while you’re cumming is more than I can bear and I beg for you to let me cum now too.
You immediately get off of me and grab my cock with your hands stroking me up and down as you place the head of my shaft in your mouth again. I know that I’m close and you tell me to cum in your mouth now. The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave as my cock explodes like a thundering volcano, pumping ounces upon ounces of cum into your hot eager wet mouth. You tease me as you swallow some of my juices and let some drip down your face and down your tits. You rub it all over yourself and then you rub it all over me and then you lick it all off of me again as you bit and nibble and suck on my skin. When we end up kissing again it’s deep and warm and passionate and we can taste ourselves and each other which just gets us hot again and the night seems to last forever as we find different ways to fuck and suck and feel and taste one another. At the end of it all you get up and stand over me once again with your cape and boots and leave for a while, as I remain tied to the bed with the vision of the she-vampire standing over her prey. When you finally escort me to the door and we kiss goodbye you leave me hanging as you tell me that next time you have an even bigger surprise for me. Oh I just can’t wait till then, but my neck is a little sore from the experience and hey is it my imagination or is there really two bite marks there, omg!
Trans secretary
“Monica Barnes smoothed her skirt before entering the office of her boss, Cord Drake, the CEO of the company his father had founded thirty eight years ago! Like every other morning for the past two years, she brought along his coffee, her memo pad, and of course his copy of the morning paper! “Good morning, Mr. Drake,” she said in an upbeat voice, “anything special on the agenda for today!?!” Cord Drake took the coffee from her out stretched hand and replied, “Nothing on the horizon, Monica, but I am expecting a call from our man in Tokyo, so put it straight through when it comes in, okay!?!” “Certainly, Mr. Drake,” she replied, “and if there isn’t anything else, I have those letters from last evening to get out, so if you’ll excuse me!!!” Cord watched as the cute little ass of his secretary disappeared behind the closing door while he picked up his paper and started to read!!!
While maybe there hadn’t been anything special going on that day, there was still a lot to do and not enough hours in the day to get it all finished! Buy four o’clock Drake was just plain beat from the hours he spent on the phone talking with clients and the countless requests from his own staff to make a myriad of decisions that directly affected the direction of the company!!! After his last call, the intercom on Monica’s desk lit up and the familiar voice from the inner office ordered, “Come on in, Miss Barnes, and bring your pad!!!” She picked up her dictation pad and went directly to his office and knocked softly and waited for him to let her enter!!! “Come on in,” a voice from inside yelled, “it’s open!!!” Monica slipped inside and while still standing by the door asked softly, “Do you want me to lock it, Mr. Drake?!?” He gazed at her with almost glazed eyes and simply replied, “Lock it!!!”
Monica dropped her pad on his desk as she walked around to where he was seated and asked, “Do you need a little tension reliever, boss!?!” “That would be just great, Monica,” he said with a sigh, “it’s been a long fucking day!!!” “Would you like to be dominated,” she asked in barely a whisper?!? “I’ve been giving orders all day,” he replied, “why don’t you take over for a while, okay!?!” “That suits me just fine,” she answered quickly, as she began undoing her blouse, “first off, let’s get out of these clothes, shall we?!?” Cord Drake nearly tore his things off, leaving himself stark naked while Monica took a more leisurely pace in removing hers!!! When her bra slid from her shoulders exposing her perfectly formed 36b breasts, he moaned at there mere sight and immediately achieved a very hard erection!!! “Oh, dear,” she said softly, “do Monica’s breasts make Mr. Drake’s pecker all nice and hard?!?” “Jesus I love it when you talk like that,” he panted, “and you’re so fucking gorgeous, you could give a statue a hardon!!!” She bowed slightly and replied, “I’ll take that as a compliment, what do you think of my new panties,” which matched her bra, white satin, embroidered with little pink roses, which showed off her perfect ass to its best advantage!?! “Where do you find this stuff,” he moaned, “my wife’s underwear looks like it came from a cheap discount house!?!” “So I can take it that you like it,” she said while twirling around so that he got a view of every side of her!?! “Like it,” he groaned out loud, “I fucking love it, now get those panties off so I can see what you have hidden in there!!!”
She turned away from him, so that he had a perfect picture of her pert little butt as she slowly slid her panties down to her ankles before stepping out of them and asking sweetly, “Would the big important business man like his little secretary to turn around?!?” “Oh, please,” he begged, “t-turn around and show me what you’ve got!!!” “Ready or not, here it comes,” she exclaimed while spinning around to face him, “well,” she asked coyly, “daddy like it?!?” She was standing just out of his reach, so when he tried to grab her she only had to lean back a little to elude his frantic attempts to touch her!!! His eyes now ablaze with desire, stared intently at the crotch of the pretty young woman who at that moment was teasing him mercilessly and then begged, “Please, Monica, let me suck it, pretty please!?!” She laughed at his ineptitude and asked, “Tell me little boy, what do you want to suck, tell mama so she knows!?!” He stared a little longer, and with drool dripping out of the corner of his mouth replied, “Please let me suck your cock!!!”
A perfect woman, he always called her, tits, ass, and a dick, just what every man should have waiting for him at home!!! “Tell me,” she teased him some more, “whose dick is bigger, yours or mine!?!” “Jesus, Monica,” he said in a exasperated voice, “yours is, now please get over here and let me suck it!!!” Finally having a little pity on him, she moved up next to him and allowed him to take her eight inches into his hot warm mouth!!! “You love mama’s pussy on a pole,” don’t you little boy, " she asked softly, as he gave her nice easy blowjob, “you’re such a good little cock sucker, you make mama very happy,” while the room was filled with loud smacking noises of a hard cock being sucked for all it was worth!?! “You know the rules,” she continued on, “once her little boy starts sucking her hard pecker, he has to suck until it shoots in his mouth, now don’t forget that, little one, you must suck mommy all the way to completion!!!” It was all a game they were playing, she didn’t have to remind him at all about any such rule, it would take dynamite to get him to release her cock before it filled his mouth with cum, it was just her having a little fun with him, that’s all!!! Mr. Drake feverishly worked her hardon in and out of his mouth until almost without warning, Monica’s cock spasmed and filled his mouth with a load of life giving cum to her cock sucker boss!!!
Flopping back into the chair with cum dribbling out of his mouth, he just sat and stared at the still semi hard penis that hung just a few feet away from him and she said, “You just love mama’s fucking cock, don’t you baby!?!” “Oh, yes,” he sighed while nonchalantly fisting his own hard piece of meat, “you’ve got the biggest cock I’ve ever sucked on!!!” “You know what comes next, don’t you,” she asked softly?!? “Y-you’re gonna fuck my asshole aren’t you,” he said almost groaning in anticipation!?!” “That’s right, little boy,” she said quickly, “now get up and bend over your chair and show me your asshole!!!” Quickly complied with her request, Monica moved up behind him and pressed the big head of her pecker against his straining rectum, and said, “Mama’s gonna fuck her little boy’s ass with her big fucking pussy on a pole!!!” He knew it was coming, and that initially the pain would be intense, but he couldn’t help himself, he was a slave to the hard cock of his pretty little secretary, and getting fucked in the ass was just something she had to do to him!!! “Oooooooomph,” he gasped as she rammed her cock meat all the way home into his straining bung hole, “god that hurts so fucking good, harder, oh god, fuck me harder!!!” That’s what she liked about him, no matter how hard she gave it to him, he always wanted more, just like a good little boy should!!! Harder and harder she slammed her thick pecker deep inside of his rectum, even going so far as to tear his tender ass hole flesh to ribbons as he began to bleed under her vicious assault!!! The pain and the pleasure were now just a blur to him, intermixed and indistinguishable from each other, he reached underneath himself and fisted his own cock meat hard while Monica tore into him like a ravenous animal!!! They’d done it so often, these two, that it was just like clockwork when both of their nut bags tightened and the cum raced down the length of their peckers and jettisoned out of their one eyed snakes, hers into his asshole, and his all over the back of his chair!!!
After they were spent, she leaned over and gave him a big set kiss and whispered, “You are such a cock happy little boy, do you feel better now that mama fucked your tight little ass?!?” “He smile slyly and replied, “I feel just great, and it’s gonna be another hard day tomorrow!!!”
Dana Becomes a Woman
All her life, Dana had felt different. Born a boy, she always preferred dressing in girl clothes and playing girl games. She was mistaken for a girl from the time she was toddling - her feminine face and manner always convinced people. By the time she graduated high school, Dana discovered her main sexual interests were in straight men. She didn’t care for gay men, and acted as a lesbian when she was with women sexually. She had no interest in taking the male part and thrusting her cock inside of them. Then, when Dana was 22, she discovered what could have been a dangerous pasttime. She dressed up as a woman and picked up straight men. Her elegant long legs, tiny waist, heart shaped face and rounded butt convinced many a man to take her home with him. She had given over 100 straight unsuspecting males blowjobs while fending them away from her crotch. She drank over 100 loads of cum while her own cock was craving release - she would run home and masturbate afterward. And when she realized how fully she could look like what she felt, a female, her whole lifestyle changed. She quit her job and spent a couple months off work. Dana grew her hair, bought a whole new warddrobe and took to life as a woman. She had the most fun choosing the frilly and lacy lingerie to compliment her female appearance. Wearing a satin bra and panties always made her feel sub- missive and feminine and horny. Dana’s old apartment had been almost, but not quite, feminine. There was always the family member or coworker to impress that Dana was a sort of normal man. Now she wanted to be a normal woman. She got a beautiful 4 poster bed with a canopy, and got a matching apricot colored comforter and sheet set. Her apartment had more art, more light and color. She felt as if she really belonged there. Then she went out to see if her new femininity would attract some fun. She went to a part of Hollywood known for shemales - no sense in attracting trouble when things were going so well! And within 20 minutes, Glen had come over and introduced himself. Glen was handsome, blond and buff. He was the sort of man who opens doors for women and lights their cigarettes. He make Dana horny and yearning within 30 minutes of conversation with him. She wanted him to fuck her - fuck her hard! She had sucked a lot of cocks, but had very very rarely been laid, and always in secret - very brief and not passionate. Dana took Glen back to her new apartment. He seemed to really like it. He looked at home on her new couch, and sipped at his drink while looking around. He complimented some of her art while easing gently toward her on the couch. He put his arm around her shoulder - just like a man on a date with a woman. Dana felt so excited - and felt her cock hardening. Glen started kissing her - long, slow, wet kisses. He pulled her close and began stroking her back. Dana sucked on his tongue. His mouth was warm and spicy. One by one, Dana was stripped of all her clothes while Glen remained dressed. She did manage to open his shirt buttons and stroke his chest hair and tease his nipples. And then came the moment she was dreading - Glen pulled off her panties exposing her cock. She had spent so many encounters hiding her dick that she felt very scared. Dana didn’t worry for long. Glen took her hard she-meat in his hand and began stroking her shaft. Dana couldn’t believe how good it felt to have another person playing with her shaft. She started to open Glen’s pants, but he gently pushed her hands away. “I like to treat my women right” he said. And he did. He sucked her nipples, carressing her ass and squeezing her cock till she was panting out loud. He ran his finger up the crack of her butt, teasing gently at her anus but not entering it. He licked her chest, her neck her firm tummy. He told her she was sexy and how much she turned him on. Then he told her to stand in front of him. Dana felt exposed and helpless standing there, just as a real woman would. And then Glen did something that made her crazy - he took her dick in his mouth and began sucking! Glen pulled on her buttocks to keep her closer to his face and sucked and licked her shemale cock. He teased it with his tongue. He blew on it. He would reach up and pinch one of her hardened nipples. Sometimes he would pull her ass cheeks apart hard. Dana had never experienced such unbelievable sex, and was helpless before such horniness. Then Glen pulled his head up. “Do you want to cum?” he asked her. “Yes” Dana answered, surprised at how breathy her voice sounded. “Then tell me how much you want it” Glen told her. “I want… I want to cum” Dana told him unsurely. Glen gave a couple hard sucks on the tip of her cock. “Tell me how much you want it” he demanded. “Beg me for it.” “I want to cum” Dana said, feeling her balls contract. “I really need to cum”. “That’s better” Glen told her, stroking his cock. “I want to swallow your load, baby. I want to make your pretty cock shoot for me. Show me how bad you want it - show me!” And he began sucking again, a little faster, his other hand carressing her balls. Dana’s cock moved in and out of Glen’s wet mouth. She wanted to cum fucking his face - she was desparate for release. Just then, Glen spat on his fingers, and went back to sucking. And he suddenly slid two fingers into her tight ass-pussy. She felt her balls contract and felt her shedick squirting hot thick jizz. Glen sucked it down greedily, like it was candy. He sucked hard, and wiggled his fingers inside her virgin butt, and she had never cum so hard in her life. She shot the biggest load she could imagine, all the time writhing and gasping. And then he kissed her again, and she could taste her cum in his mouth!
Pulled Over
Kristen hurried to her car, worried that she would be late once again. She got in, slammed the door shut and turned on the engine in one smooth motion and raced off. “Damn!” she thought “the light’s gonna change.” She pressed her foot to the gas hoping she could make it and breezed through the intersection. A block later her stomach sank when she saw the lights behind her flash. Sighing she straightened her skirt and hair while the officer walked up to her car. “Good morning Ma’am, did you know that was a red light back there?” She stammered as she answered him " Y..y..yes Officer." She went on in her soft cultured voice “It’s just that i’m going to be late to work again and my boss is so strict.” She looked up to see the the cop staring at her long legs and shifted uncomfortably. “Step out of the car, Ma’am.” He looked at her lewdly and motioned for her to get out. She could feel her heart pound as she stepped out of the car. “Put your hands on the hood please.” She blinked in shock at the tall dark haired man and did as he asked. Her long blonde hair fell down her back just touching her shapely ass. “Can’t you just give me my ticket so I can go, Officer?” she asked, realizing there would be a lot to explain if he decided to frisk her. “What’s your hurry?” He asked. " I still have to run your license and plates." She turned to face him and he barked “Put your face on the hood!” She felt his hand trail over her ass as he walked to his own car to run her plates. Five minutes he came back and said “Looks like we have to wait, the computer is down.” He licked his lips and looked around. She lifted her eyes and scanned the street the best she could with her head on the hood, and realized the street was practically deserted. “Everyone must already be at work and school” she thought with a start. She felt her head being pushed down to the hood all of a sudden. “I thought i told you to keep your head down, I guess I’m gonna need to detain you” He yanked her arms roughly behind her and she felt the cool metal go around her wrists. She heard the click and felt ill. All of a sudden he was patting her down she could feel his hands moving up her legs and felt her dick stir as if to spite her. He roughly pawed her tits and scoffed, “Padded huh? It’s ok, some of us like small titties” He was at her waist now and then back to her legs, he trailed his fingers up her thighs and felt her shudder lightly. “You like that don’t you?” Kristen stayed quiet and prayed her dick would stay limp as the cop worked his way up half patting her down half feeling her up. Her stomach flopped when he touched her balls. She expected him to pull away, to hit her maybe… something, but all he did was fondle her balls for a moment and then his fingers found their way to Kristen’s 7 inch cock. She got hard as he stroked her cock through her silky peach panties. She always loved the way silk made her feel, so feminine, so much like a woman. She knew she had to do something. “No, don’t” she said quietly but it really was quite half hearted. The cop paid her no heed. He pressed his body up against her ass, she could feel his cock straining through his uniform. Kristen sighed with relief when he let her throbbing cock go but was shocked to hear him say in a deadly serious voice “Get on your knees.” She had no choice but to comply. She dropped to her knees, her cock now almost soft, she watched in horrified fascination as he undid his pants and freed his cock from the confines of his grey cotton briefs. She tried to tell herself it wasn’t that bad. Maybe he was just toying with her, and besides he was handsome enough. But she knew it was no joke as he guided his huge cock towards her mouth. “Suck it good now” she heard him say just before he pushed his cock between her lips. She tried to protest but he just grabbed her hair and fucked her face. He pounded into her mouth as deep as he could force his cock. Kristen felt her cock jump back to life as he slammed his cock into her mouth. All of a sudden he stopped and yanked her up to stand. Without a word he tore her beautiful panties off and started stroking her cock and balls. She moaned quietly, he squeezed her balls tighter to warn her to stay quiet. A moment later he was on his own knees in the dust and sucking her cock with vigor. He let his tongue slide over the head and down her shaft to her neatly trimmed pubic hair and back again before he put his lips over the tip and began sucking it, his lips hitting the corona with every suck, producing this overwhelming pleasure for Kristen. She groaned and lost her balance just as she was cumming and shot all over the his face and uniform as she was falling to the ground. He jerked her up and ordered her to lick his face clean. She licked her cum up with relish and fell to the ground on her knees easily when he pushed on her shoulders. With her hands cuffed behind her back she pressed forward and took the policeman’s cock in between her pretty pink lips and sank forward to take him all the way down her throat, she bobbed on his cock for five minutes, using her tongue and lips and throat muscles. As he began cumming she closed her lips around his huge cock to form a seal and swallowed every bit of his cream. In the blink of an eye he yanked away from her, she looked up in surprise and then heard the car drive by. He uncuffed her hands, pulled up his dark blue uniform pants, dusted off the knees and walked back to his car. Without a word he handed Kristen her ID and registration. He Picked her panties and tucked them into his pocket. And walked back to his squad car. Kristen fixed herself up the best she could, applied new lipstick and drove away. “Kristen, You’re an hour late!” hollered her boss the minute she walked in the door. “Come into my office right now for your punishment.” he said a little more quietly. Kristen smiled - this was turning out to be on hell of a day.
Kevin paused as he surveyed his organoplastic lover. Was this the time to get her to talk to him about herself now she was in the position she loved most of all? Should he ask her more questions?
“I love you, Kevin,” she said, noticing his hesitation. “I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me, Kevin.”
“Okay,” he said with weakened resolve, pulling off his vest and socks, and positioning himself over her thighs. She guided his twitching penis to the warmth and moisture of the vagina, whose details were exactly like, only better than, the vaginas he’d occasionally tongued on Earth.
And then the rhythm took control, his buttocks thrusting back and forth with Sindy’s matching response. As he thrust forward she did the same, easing back slightly as he withdraw, her blunted fingernails digging into his shoulders and her face shining with desire and excitement that matched, if not exceeded, his own. A sliver of perspiration spread over her body as he too sweat with his exertions.
He noticed that she wasn’t responding quite as smoothly as usual. What was this? Was it because he’d asked her all those questions? Kevin found that he was thrusting into a deep liquid hole in a body that was as inert as the mattress. Her face expressed a fixed immobile smile.
Kevin withdrew his penis, still erect, and kneeled spread-eagled above her. She made no remark.
“Are you okay, Sindy?” he asked, placing a hand on her forehead.
No response. In fact, she wasn’t even panting in that slow seductive way that normally accompanied her lovemaking.
“Speak to me, Sindy! Tell me that you’re all right!”
No reply.
“Oh shit! Oh shit!”
Kevin put his clothes back on and made his way back to the reception of Cyberwhore, the low-gravity bounce of his step at odds with the distress he felt. The receptionist, Tim, noticed his perturbed expression and smiled sympathetically.
“Anything wrong, sir?”
“It’s Sindy! She’s passed out!”
“‘Passed out?’” Tim asked with a puzzled frown.
“She’s not breathing or anything!” Kevin elaborated.
“Oh! You mean she’s crashed! That happens, sir. Don’t worry! We have a team of specialised technicians who’ll soon see to her. Is there anything we can do for you in the meantime?”
“In the meantime?”
“Well, until your next visit. We have other models who’ll be delighted to serve you. There’s Cassandra, a new girl, who’s proving to be very popular.”
“It’s Sindy I want.”
I can understand that, sir. She’s one of the most popular models in stock. We have another Sindy, if you’d prefer?"
“Another Sindy?”
“We always stock several copies of our most in-demand models.”
“You mean there’s more than one Sindy?”
“Of course, sir. We don’t want to disappoint our clients when they request a particular model.”
A sickening realisation hit Kevin.
“Do you mean that when I come here I could be with a different Sindy each time?”
“A different Sindy? There’s only one Sindy. All the models are precisely the same. You’d never be able to tell them apart. So, what do you say, sir? Would you like another Sindy? No extra cost, of course.”
Kevin sighed. All his gifts, all his words of love and affection, all his emotions shared amongst several identical Sindys. He lowered his head despondently.
“I can fetch you a Sindy straight away,” Tim said. “It’ll be like you could start exactly where you left off.”
“Yeah, why not?” said a defeated and embittered Kevin. “I’ll have another Sindy.”
The End
Deidre’s Faerie Tale
“You are so not normal.”
I looked up from where I had been digging in the dirt with my mother’s gardening trowel at Heather Quinn. She gazed down her narrow at me, her blonde hair in two pig-tails, and top lip curled in disgust.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“You’re spending your whole summer vacation digging holes in your back yard instead of doing fun stuff.
“This is fun,” I insisted.
“No, it’s weird,” Heather snapped. Even at nine-years-old, she was a bitch. “I was gonna invite you to go to the pool, but you’re too dirty to be seen with.” She turned on her heel and began walking out of my side yard, back to the sidewalk.
I stared after her a moment, then shrugged and went back to digging. “It’s out here,” I muttered. “I just know it.”
Honestly, Heather was right. Compared to the other kids in my Deluge, Georgia neighborhood, I wasn’t normal. I was the only non-white kid for miles in every direction. I was a cinnamon-hued, dark haired anomaly.
Even at that age, I had realized that I wasn’t like the other kids in my school. I knew I wasn’t black, at least…not like my mama. She had smooth mahogany skin and kinky black hair that she had to press once a week.
My hair was softer, straighter, and longer, and my skin was lighter than hers. That could only mean one thing, my father was white. I’d never met him, my mother refused to discuss him beyond telling me that he had loved me. I just knew.
In my mind, not only was I too light. My mother’s ears didn’t look like mine, her ears were small and round and mine were just slightly larger and pointed. My mother was 5'4” and by the time I turned ten, we were eye-to-eye.
Then, there was the reason that brought me to dig in the yard for the entire three months of summer vacation between third and fourth grade…the voice in my head. There was a whisper in my dreams that told me that there was a ring waiting to be found in the earth surrounding my house. It sounded crazy, and I knew that I probably shouldn’t mention the hearing voices thing to anyone, even my mother. When she asked what I was doing, I just told her I was digging for treasure. Technically true, but I still felt guilty feeding her the pirate fantasy instead of coughing up the truth.
I didn’t find the ring that summer. I made sure to fill in the pot holes I’d made and help my mother re-seed the grass before I had to go back to school. Then, the summer between seventh and eighth grade Billy Wiley got a metal detector for his birthday. I offered him five bucks to let me borrow it and I found the ring in less than twenty minutes. It was buried in the flower bed, under the peonies.
The ring was gold with a huge emerald set atop the band. I never wore it on my finger. My mother had been outside when I’d dug it up. I tried to get her to put it in her jewelry box, but she insisted that I keep it. She even gave me a gold chain to put it on. That’s when I decided that being “not normal” was not really such a bad thing. From that day, the necklace and ring never left my neck.
***
“Bye, mommy,” my six year old daughter Ella chimed.
“Have a great day, honey,” I said giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before she slipped out of the door. She shut the door, gave me a wave and a huge grin that made me fall in love with her again. I blew her a kiss and watched her walk a few paces before turning back to watch the brake lights of the SUV in front of me.
Before I could put the car in gear, there was a knock on my window. I jumped a mile. I’d never been accosted in the drop off lane of Polk Elementary School before.
“Yeah?” I asked powering down my window.
“Are you Deidre Ellette St. Germaine?” the woman towering above me asked.
“Who wants to know?” I asked glancing at the clock on the dash. I had to leave soon or I’d be late for work.
The woman bent down and smiled. I immediately didn’t like her. Not only was she tall, she was slim and beautiful. Her hair was so black it actually looked blue where the sunlight hit it. Her dark green eyes were wide and honest. Her dark features only served to make her pale skin look almost transparent. I was momentarily struck by the fact that I’d never met a white person as pale as this woman.
“My name is Trilla,” she said and I finally noticed her British accent. “I’ve come from England on your father’s orders.”
I gasped and felt myself go rigid. “I don’t have a father.”
“Yes, you do!” Trilla said shuffling the papers that she clutched in her hands. “Your father is King Dominic Edward St. Germaine, the late king of Ellyrinia.”
My ears must not have been working correctly. “King?”
Trilla’s green eyes dropped to the pavement. “Late king.”
“So,” I narrowed my eyes and watched her face for signs of a lie, “he’s dead.”
“Yes, he passed away last week. His will left explicit instructions for you to be found and apprised of his identity and yours. This envelope,” she wrestled a manilla envelope from her pile of paperwork, “contains his majesty’s will, a diagram of your family tree, and plane tickets to England.”
I took the envelope just as someone leaned on their horn behind me. I leaned out of my window to scream at the woman in the red Honda minivan. “Gimme a break, lady! Just go around!” Trilla, un-phased by my outburst continued talking. “We would be so honored if you would come to Ellyrinia.”
I gave a tired sigh. “Look, you’re dropping some heavy shit on me right now. I’m late for work and I don’t have any vacation time saved up to take this trip.”
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