tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14536322180235021272024-03-08T07:08:55.436-08:00Steamy StoriesSteamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-71246202404796835782010-07-20T07:48:00.000-07:002010-07-20T07:49:47.430-07:00Forced Feminization - By two lesbians<div>I had never been keen on Rebecca. We had a mutual friend, Alice, and I thought she’d always had a bad influence on her. They were both lesbians; Alice had always been easier to talk to and we’d always felt we had quite a lot in common. Rebecca however, had a mischievous and even quite an aggressive streak in her and constantly encouraged Alice to “mess around” (as Rebecca called it). To me it was usually just cruel jibes and behaving badly in public. </div><div><br /></div><div>The opportunity to spend a weekend away with the two of them didn’t really appeal. It had originally just been Alice and me - we were going on a city break to get us some culture. But no, Rebecca had to muscle in on the idea too and so it made sense for us to hire an apartment for the duration. I secretly hoped that it would make it easier for Rebecca to just go back when she got bored, but come the trip, of course, it became obvious that her plan was more to hang around and interfere. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a day and a half of trudging around museums and old buildings, far from showing signs of leaving us be, in fact she turned her attentions to Alice instead. She was constantly leaning in close to her and whispering in her ear, distracting Alice and making her giggle. They both contantly flagged and asked to go for a drink and have a break. My patience was wearing thin and my displeasure at Rebecca’s attitude evidently showed. </div><div><br /></div><div>Sitting in one bar, with Alice off to order food, Rebecca and I sat in silence. She stared at me with her deep blue eyes with that slightly devilish smile across her lips. “Not quite the weekend you’d hoped for?” she asked. “No, it’s fine,” I said in an unintentionally clipped tone. “She won’t fuck you, you know, she’s gay for fuck’s sake.” I paused so as to not let the immediate rise of irritation get the better of me. “I never thought she would fuck me Rebecca, I simply wanted to spend some time with an old friend doing the things we used to do before.” “Before what?” asked Rebecca. “Before.. nothing, it was just a turn of phrase, it didn’t mean anything.” “Before she started to break away and explore herself more is what you meant.” I just looked back at her, tiring of her games. “I think,” she said leaning over the table conspiratorially, “that you should try doing the same. Might loosen you up a bit, help you discover who you are. Maybe you‘ll find that you‘re more like…. well, like Alice.” The devilish smile broke into full on taunting. </div><div><br /></div><div>As much as I desperately wanted to ask her what she was talking about, I was equally glad that Alice came back to join us. I had no intention of letting her see that I was rattled by her comment. As we walked around in the afternoon, her words went round and round my mind though. She was wrong when she implied that I had wanted to come away with Alice to fuck her. That gave me all the excuse I needed to fume over Rebecca and insist that she was categorically wrong. But occasionally her words about being more like Alice would filter through. I had always identified with her. But that was fine wasn’t it? This is the 21st century for fuck’s sake, couldn’t men and women be friends? I admired Alice for her intellect and grace, her wit and shrewdness. But I also took note of her style, the clothes she wore, the lipsticks she chose and the way she wore her hair. In particular I liked the way her perfume would still be on my clothes after we met up. It felt like she’d left a little mark of her style on me. But I liked to femininity of it, the way it made me feel. But how the hell would Rebecca know about that? She’s was just trying to get at me. </div><div><br /></div><div>The rest of the day and evening went by pretty much the same. Rebecca gave me knowing glances. Alice was taken in by her every word and challenge to cause disruption. Watching the two of them giggling together made me feel uncomfortable and worried. I hoped that Rebecca wasn’t sharing her misguided observations with Alice. </div><div><br /></div><div>Back at the apartment however, a few bottles of wine later, I started to relax. We’d all been chatting and the conversation had been nice, cosy even. I had almost forgotten Rebecca’s jibes earlier on. When Alice left the room to visit the bathroom I didn’t feel in the slightest bit uncomfortable. That was until that expression crossed her face again. “Oh no,” I thought, “can’t she even manage one single evening of being ok?” </div><div><br /></div><div>“Well, isn’t this nice?” Rebecca said, drawing out every word and sighing at the end for affect. “A lovely, little chat between us all. I even thought it was going to start getting deep and meaningful. Would you have liked that? Would you have liked to chance to share your untold secrets?”</div><div>“Certainly not, I don’t think this is the time of the place to bare our souls actually. And I’m pretty sure I’d prefer you not to be in the room if I did.” I felt a rush of satisfaction. My tone had meant business. Her eyes gave away a look of annoyance and I knew I’d got to her, even if I also knew she’d bounce back pretty quickly. And she did.</div><div><br /></div><div>“Ah, Alice, you’re back,” she said with a sideways glance over to me. “We were just talking, I’m pretty sure you’d be interested in this.” Both sets of eyes were upon me as the awkward silence sat between us all. “Well, what were you just saying about wanting to be a woman?” “I wasn’t saying that at all…” “Well, ok, maybe not being one exactly but you were just saying how sexy you thought it would be.” </div><div><br /></div><div>Before I could get a word of protest in Alice threw her head back and laughed. It was a delighted giggle that preceded a warm and excited smile that was flashed over towards me. I couldn’t disagree even if I wanted to, this seemed to please Alice no end. “I KNEW it!! There’d always been something about you that made me think you’d have made a better woman. Aaaww honey, why didn’t you tell me before, it’s me, I wouldn’t have minded?” I still had a chance to deny it at this point but as the words were on my lips Rebecca grabbed the moment and jumped up. “I think we need to do something about this little dream of yours!”</div><div><br /></div><div>It was all happening in such a confused rush but the thought crossed my mind quickly that I now had the chance to tell Alice on our own, to tell her that this was just a stupid game of Rebecca’s. Alice squealed again. “It was your eyebrows.” I looked quizzically back at her. “Your eyebrows are always so neat, I had a feeling that you probably shaped them. These little signs say a lot you know.” She winked, but sweetly. My mouth opened and I went to speak but nothing came to mind and I was silent. I didn’t do anything to my eyebrows, she was wrong. So why was everything else with her feeling so right? Her acceptance of me felt like coming home, her assertions that she knew felt like the truth. </div><div><br /></div><div>The feelings were brought back to reality with a jolt by the ever present Rebecca - coming back into room with an armful of clothes and make-up and some curling tongs resting on the very top. I had quite longish hair, surely she didn’t mean to style it did she? By the look on her face anything was possible. I tried to make some noises of protest but even Alice was carried away now. They both dived into the pile of clothes and chattered away at what was going to look best on me. </div><div><br /></div><div>It seemed inevitable and my heart raced. What would they start with? What would they do to me? </div><div><br /></div><div>Alice was the first to come over to me. She had a pink scarf in her hand and she gently said she wanted to see if it matched my skin tone. She lightly brushed the silk against my cheek and I barely covered the sharp intake of breath at the feel of it. My skin was alive with the sensation and I wanted to feel it all over me. “I think this is definitely your colour,” Alice whispered. “Now I know exactly what to do.” She smiled kindly at me as she reached for the make-up box.</div><div><br /></div><div>As gently as she had touched my cheek with the scarf, she started to cover my skin with foundation. Her soft and feminine movements made me feel so relaxed and safe. It was like being nurtured, like being her lovingly crafted creation. She brushed powder and blush onto my skin with the same tenderness. It must have taken 10 minutes for her to almost complete her work on me and the affect on me was contradictory. Part of me felt in a dreamy state at being given so much gentle attention, the other part of me felt tingling all over with sexual excitement. I felt I was becoming alluring and sensual, the essence of womanhood coming from within.</div><div><br /></div><div>As the smooth, moist feeling of lipstick being applied signalled the end I looked at Alice’s intense face. She was concentrating so hard on my beauty and it was so endearing. I felt less masculine, less inhibited, so I leant over to her and gave her a kiss on her mouth. I wasn’t expecting the different sensation of her lipstick meeting mine but it made me want to lick my lips. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Pretty,” said Rebecca, looking over from the corner of the room. My hackles were back up again. I hated this intruder being here at this moment between Alice and me. She stood up and walked over. “So, it’s time to strip the old you away even further, don’t you think?” She gestured her hand to get me to stand up. It was aggressive and demanding and my natural reaction was to stay put. She leant over the chair at me. “How are we supposed to help you when you won’t help yourself?” she shouted. Alice went to intervene but Rebecca carried on forcefully. “You look like a man in those clothes. And you’re not…end of! So why don’t you step out of this façade and let us give you the chance to blossom.” She started to unbutton my shirt and I instinctively slapped her hand away with rage at her crossing the line. Her reaction was as quick and as instinctive as she slapped me across the face. We both stared at each other, stock still. Hers was a stance of defiance and mine was of apprehension. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alice stepped forward to stroke my cheek where I’d been slapped. “Ssshh you two.” She kissed where I was sure there was a red mark. “We just want to bring you out of yourself,” she whispered as she took my hand to raise me to standing. With Alice’s slow and gentle touch I felt less pressured as she undressed me. But Rebecca’s command was over us all and I felt confused as to whether it was Alice I was submitting to or Rebecca’s bullying.</div><div><br /></div><div>As I stood before them I felt a pang of foolishness. I was different to them and craved the feeling of belonging, even catching myself flicking my eyes over to the clothes that had been chosen for me. Between them they held dresses up against me to see what looked best. Inside, my yearning was for something sexy but I daren’t voice this still.</div><div><br /></div><div>The dress they chose was black and slinky. It was Alice’s, I recognized it. The soft, smooth material that had touched her skin was now going to touch mine. “So what lingerie do you normally wear to go with this then?” Rebecca said picking up a black basque. “Easily my favourite,” Alice smile, “and the most expensive!”</div><div><br /></div><div>Rebecca stretched the basque around me and stood behind me to fasten it tight. I knew she’d claim that job. She pulled on the ties and enjoyed her moment of control as I gasped at the constriction. Alice, meanwhile was at my feet prompting me to step into a black pair of panties. She slid them up my thighs and I realized that she was going to touch my cock as she got to the top. Any arousal was out of the question as my basque was forcefully fastened at that precise moment. </div><div><br /></div><div>Alice reached over for a pair of sheer stockings. “To emphasize your pretty legs.” With one foot on the side of my chair, she smoothed the stocking on and connected it to the straps on the basque. I looked down at my slender, long leg encased in such light, shimmering nylon. If I had been brave enough in front of my creators I would have reached down to stroke myself. Alice dressed me in the other stocking with the same care. </div><div><br /></div><div>“What do we do about shoes?” said Alice looking me up and down. “I doubt we’ve the right size between us.” Rebecca picked up some black, strappy stiletoes. “They’ll be a bit small, be hey, you have to suffer for beauty, wouldn’t you agree?” This was directed at me. I was surprised by my slight nod of the head to her. I looked away immediately after so as not to see her gloat. The shoes pinched as I stepped into them but the feeling of growing and being elevated was palpable. It felt right given that I was feeling so alluring in new and unexpected ways.</div><div><br /></div><div>“And now for the dress,” said Alice as she steadied me stepping into it. The soft fabric felt alien, it was both revealing and liberating at the same time. Rebecca did up the zip while Alice smoothed the dress down, skimming my new waist and my hips. They both examined their work. I wanted their approval and searched their expressions for signs. They turned to each other and smiled - the relief to me was strange and welcome. </div><div><br /></div><div>“And now for the finishing touches,” said Rebecca as she picked up her curling tongs. Alice sat me back down on the chair and took my hand, placing it on the armrest. Then placing a bottled of deep, rose coloured nail polish next to her, she started to paint my nails as Rebecca curled my mop of hair into tumbling waves. There was silence between us as they attended the completion of my transformation. The only communication was by touch. </div>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-46783744493437789202010-06-05T04:52:00.000-07:002010-06-08T11:59:21.529-07:00Steamy Stories - The Farmer's DaughterI had worked at Jackton Farm since I was 18, some 10 years ago now. Ever since I'd been there, I'd had my eye on Alicia, the farmer's daughter. She was the same age as me, but for a couple of weeks, and we were so close that we even celebrated birthdays together. <div><br /></div><div>But try as I might, and despite the obvious chemistry between us, I had never had the chance to screw her. Boyfriends, her ever-present father, her endless stream of friends - all had stood between me and her sweet, firm body. </div><div><br /></div><div>But a rare chance came up one summer's evening after I'd just finished up work. I was far out of sight of the farmhouse and seemed to be on my own. Hot and sweaty, I pulled off my shirt. Lying down on the grass, I originally meant only to stretch out and relax for a moment. But then thoughts of Alicia and what she'd looked like earlier flashed through my mind. Her top barely had contained her plentiful chest and her nipples, hardened, could be seen in almost every detail.</div><div><br /></div><div>I slipped my hand down to my cock and began stroking myself. Pushing down my pants, I took a quick glance around me to make sure I really was alone. Yep, all clear. I carried on tugging on my dick while in my mind, my tongue was licking those gorgeous nipples, my mouth sucking in as much tit as I could. I was fully hard and pumping my shaft rapidly now. It was surprising that I even heard the rustle in the grass. Maybe, secretly, a part of me was pleased? But I certainly gave a start when I looked up and saw Alicia staring down at me. </div><div><br /></div><div>We both remained still for a while; her smiling and me open-mouthed and full of a mixture of anticipation and angst. Would she slap me or (dare I think it) join me? Continuing to remain silent, she gave me her answer when she lifted her top and pulled it over her head. Her bra strained to contain her tanned, bouncing breasts. She tossed her top to one side. Then, as she knelt down beside me, her hands reached to her bra straps and she let her tits go free. </div><div><br /></div><div>The moment her top half was bare she kissed me hard. Her tongue reached into my mouth and nearly took my breath away. Without thinking I felt for her tits and the softness of her silk-like skin was everything I'd hoped it would be. This seemed to be her cue to reach down to my cock and take over where I'd left off. </div><div><br /></div><div>Her technique was assured - she'd done this before! Her firm grip kept bringing me to the edge before she'd stop to let her long, elegant fingers gently glide over my balls. As she kissed me, her mouth started to move down to my chest. I had dreamed of the sight of her soft lips wrapped around my cock so I was hardly going to stop her. But I also knew that pretty much the moment she sucked my dick I was going to explode. </div><div><br /></div><div>Her fluttering kisses continued their journey down my stomach. As she moved, her ass came into reach and I instinctively reached for it. Running my hands over her curves, I lifted her skirt and felt inside her panties. Jerking off my dick had clearly been turning her on as she was dripping wet. She moaned as my finger slid inside her pussy. I pulled her panties down and she couldn't wait to be liberated from them as she arched her back as I exposed her, leaning forwards with her mouth over my dick and her legs open as if willing me to reach up my tongue and lick her swollen little clit. </div><div><br /></div><div>I tapped the side of her hip gently to encourage her to straddle my mouth. I looked up at the glorious sight of her shaven slit coming down to greet me as she took my entire length into her mouth at the same time. That was all the prompting I needed. I circled her clit gently to get her started - her guttural moan showed she liked it. Running my tongue up and down and round her clit to the rhythm she was sucking me off seemed to bring about just the right momentum, the right harmony. Her scent betrayed her deep state of arousal and I knew I had nothing to fear from blowing my load soon. </div><div><br /></div><div>And that was definitely going to happen. With both hands free, she was stroking my balls, the base of my cock and caressing the inside of my thighs. The spasms of pleasure were threatening to tip me over the edge at any moment. At that moment the movement in her hips started to quicken. I didn't even need to lick her pussy, she was grinding her cunt over my tongue to bring herself to orgasm. With the energy of urgency, her lips closed tightly around my cock and she rapidly bobbed her head up and down.</div><div><br /></div><div>I felt the warm rush of my climax rise up in me and I shot my load deep into her hot, sweet mouth as she sucked and lapped away. As I came the spasms of her own fluttered against my lips as she sighed at her explosion of ecstasy. As the last of my orgasm pumped into her mouth I opened my eyes to get another look at her beautiful cunt. I licked away her sticky juices as she giggled at the tickling sensation. </div><div><br /></div><div>I thought to myself that we had the makings of a regular fixture here. Maybe next time I'd get to fuck her.</div>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-43513978521765618112010-05-26T10:29:00.000-07:002010-05-26T10:32:02.272-07:00Feminized by my best friend - from black tie to evening gown<div>I arrived at my friend Robert’s house in black tie, ready for the formal dinner we were attending. He and his wife Nicole would be coming with me but it was really my evening. I’d had the success at work recently and Robert, while he’d done well, was lagging behind somewhat. It hadn’t always been this way mind, he’d been the bright star in our years together and university and had been lauded as the top guy in the company originally. But I’d really grown in confidence, come out of my shell and started to surpass all expectations of me. I just hoped Robert would be able to get past his obvious jealousy and we’d get back to being good friends again. Maybe this evening could help? </div><div><br /></div><div>We stood awkwardly in the living room waiting for Nicole, exchanging pleasantries. At last she came down looking resplendent in a red, satin dress, strappy heels and with her hair in a sophisticated sweep. Robert stood taller as she appeared, swelling with pride and loving his moment to have one over on me. Nicole was beautiful and while I’d done well at work, I’d yet to find much success with women. He was right, I was jealous. </div><div><br /></div><div>We spent much of the beginning of the evening exchanging pleasantries which felt strange for three people who knew each other so well. The colleagues congratulating me can’t have gone down well. At times I was sure I saw Robert and Nicole exchange strange glances when someone else came over to talk to me. At other times, particularly as the evening wore on and the wine flowed, I was sure that I saw Nicole push Robert forward to join in my conversations. She was certainly doing her bit to schmooze in his behalf - and was charming everyone she spoke to. I had to remember that she wasn’t mine and to not stare at her gorgeous flirtations. The way she cocked her head, twirled her hair and stroked her neck as she talked was starting to give me a boner. </div><div><br /></div><div>Robert must have been aware of this because he suddenly went over to her and kissed her as if claiming her in front of everyone. They smiled at each other but he had me in the corner of his eye that’s for sure. I began to feel a little uncomfortable about travelling home in the cab with them. Something wasn’t quite right. </div><div><br /></div><div>Travelling back in silence, as the cab drew up outside of their house I felt a lurch of shame as I realised I was relieved to see them go. However, I felt this too soon as Robert turned to me and announced that they had a bottle of champagne inside. “It’s specially for you and your success! We’ve been saving it for you.”</div><div><br /></div><div>I had no option but to accept. I reluctantly went inside the house and tried to put on my best fake smile as they popped the cork. Three less sincere people you could not hope to have seen. It wasn’t helped by Nicole then walking over to Robert and sitting on his knee, stroking his hair and then kissing him. Seemed a bit rude to me and I didn’t know where to look - pretty hard given that there were sat right next to me. Nicole turned to me smiling and half apologized, half oozed satisfaction. “I’m so sorry, but I can’t resist a man in black tie,” she purred as she stroked Robert’s hair. </div><div><br /></div><div>A very half-hearted conversation started up but to my horror I realised that Robert had started to feel Nicole’s nipples through the silky material of her dress. She clearly hadn’t been wearing a bra - like I’d miss that - and he started to push her dress to one side and expose her breast. I tried to look away but mostly because I didn’t want to betray how turned on I was to see her smooth, pale skin being bared. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Don’t turn your head away,” Nicole said, “I was hoping you were going to lick my nipple, you look like you have such a gentle touch.” I flushed bright red and said nothing. They were toying with me and I had no idea where they were going with this. She faced me, parting her legs and lifting her dress up slowly. “Maybe you’d prefer to run your tongue over my wet pussy instead?” My eyes instinctively were drawn to look down between her legs. I instantly averted my eyes to rectify this but it was too late - they’d seen me. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole laughed. “So, you’re not man enough to take a woman that’s on offer to you then?” I was aware all of a sudden that Robert was smugly grinning at me. “Maybe, darling,” he whispered in Nicole’s ear as he ran his fingers over her pussy, “he’s not a man at all.” Nicole arched her back as she submitted to his touch. Her eyes closed she let out a satisfied sigh. Every cell in my body wanted to feel her warm juices on my fingers and to slide them into her hot, waiting cunt. I wanted to pull her away from Robert and lay her down on the floor and fuck her with all the vigour and passion that was boiling in my veins right now. Had I missed my chance? Had the chance ever existed? And what had Robert meant by asking whether I was a man at all? Of course I was, I wanted to screw his wife ‘til my jizz came out her ears, I’d say that made me a man. </div><div><br /></div><div>As if they’d heard the thoughts that were running through my head, they turned their attentions back to me. “Look at him,” Robert said, “he’s more like <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">your</span> little friend than a best pal to me. I certainly never imagined a real man being able to turn down a beautiful woman like you. So maybe he‘s more like a girl.” “Ooooh yes,” said Nicole laughing, “ he’s like my shy, girlfriend. Maybe he secretly wants to be like me.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I was livid and offended - and yet still I sat there. Words swirled around my head, protestations were straining to get out but I couldn’t trust myself to sound as I wanted. I was humiliated and my emotions were running out of control. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Maybe we should see what he looks like dressed in my beautiful gown,” said Nicole as she leaned in close to my face. She cupped my chin in her hand and planted a kiss on my lips, transferring her lipstick (lipstick that matched the colour of her dress) onto me. I could feel the moistness on me and smell the slightly perfumed scent. It made me slightly giddy so I wasn’t at first aware of her removing my jacket and bowtie. I pulled back with a start when she started to undo my buttons but she took no notice of me. Naked now on the top half, Robert ordered me to stand so that I could be fully stripped.</div><div><br /></div><div>At the sound of his voice, I snapped back into reality. My best friend, closest ally but most fierce competitor was going to see my cock. I felt vulnerable and ashamed - particularly as I knew that I still had a semi erection from Nicole kissing her lipstick onto my mouth. That shouldn’t have turned me on, should it? Nicole stripped the last of my clothes away and I stood before them as they scrutinized my body. “See,” said Robert, “he’s quite delicate really isn’t he?” He smiled at my discomfort at his comment. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole brushed her hand gently over my cock. “It seems he likes the idea of being my best girlfriend. Look at his little dick getting all excited.” She wrapped her elegant fingers all the way round the length of my cock and started to rhythmically jerk me off until I was rock hard. “Aww, I think that’s all he can manage Robert,” she said to her husband. “Well the good news there is, his tiny dick will hardly ruin the look of the dress will it?” Robert replied. </div><div><br /></div><div>At this, he stepped forward to help his wife off with the dress and I looked in awe at her perfect, toned body. She was magnificent. It was not lost on me that right now, only she and I were naked. A glimmer of hope made me think that I was going to be invited to touch her, or even fuck her, again. She shook the dress out in front of her and then moved over to me. Leaning down, she put the dress by my feet and asked me to step into it. I could barely move for a moment. The moment I stepped into that dress I was no longer a man, I was the girlfriend she kept calling me. </div><div><br /></div><div>It felt like was about to lose my cock, my ability to fuck a woman and my identity. They were controlling my mind and body and shaping me into someone completely different. I felt the smooth satin brush up my legs and glide across my cock. Even the feeling of it across my chest made me start to feel like I had breasts. I didn’t have the same curvy shape of Nicole of course and so she had to pull tight on the zip to do the dress up fully. It only added to my sense of being trapped in this woman’s body now. </div><div><br /></div><div>If I thought that I’d felt nervous before, what she did next made my stomach leap. She had diamante earrings in, that had emphasised her elegant neck and had shimmered in the light all evening. She reached up and undid them both and it confirmed to me that they were for pierced ears. Surely, she wasn’t going to try to put them on me. “Who could wear a dress like that without accessorizing sweetie?” I gasped as my worst fears were realised. She brought the first earring up to the side of my head and placed it against my ear lobe. I braced myself for excruciating pain but as she punctured my skin, I felt a slight stabbing. It was in. She repeated this on the other side. I couldn’t resist bringing my hand up to feel how different I was, to check if there was any blood. “Check yourself out darling,” Nicole purred at me, “like any fashion conscious girl would.” </div><div><br /></div><div>“There,” Nicole squealed spinning round to look at Robert, “doesn’t she look fantastic.” “Horny as all hell,” he sneered, “in fact I might just have a grab of that gorgeous butt.” He slapped my behind before squeezing my ass. I closed my eyes as the shame washed over me again. All my career efforts had gone to waste as here I was - back to being the pathetic friend again. More fit for being a friend to his wife than to Robert himself. </div><div><br /></div><div>Nicole ran her hands over my waist. It wasn’t a sensual feeling, it was more of an affectionate one. She leant in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Maybe you’d like to brush my hair for me,” she smiled as she let her hair fall about her shoulders. She reached into her bag and pulled out a brush for me to use. I wasn’t sure what to do of course, I’d hardly had to brush a woman’s hair before, but she suddenly sat on the floor and pulled my hand to gesture that I should do the same. Awkwardly I sat on the floor with her as she faced towards Robert, who was now sitting in a chair in front of us. </div><div><br /></div><div>I started to brush her soft, gleaming hair with slow strokes. She cocked her head to one side and I could see her long, lean neck right in front of me. I had to suppress the feelings of wanting to kiss her. I was being watched closely by Robert and I was not supposed to be feeling like a man anymore. Sensing the tingling in my cock had returned, Robert dropped down to the floor with us and pulled Nicole forward so that she was lying down.</div><div><br /></div><div>Her head was now against my cock and the silky material was all that was between us and stopped skin from touching skin. He parted her legs and buried his head in her cunt. Her head rolled and pressed against me even more. “Stroke my hair,” she panted and guided my hand to running my fingers through her hair. An outside image of this scene suddenly flashed into my mind. She had the two men at either end of her - both college friends. One was licking her pussy and making her moan and open her legs wider. The other was dressed in her satin evening gown and was stroking her hair as if a girlhood friend. I felt revulsion. </div><div><br /></div><div>It <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">was</span> revulsion wasn’t it? I had hardly had much success with women in the past and now I began to wonder if they’d always known I wasn’t man enough, that I couldn’t give them what Robert was giving Nicole now. Robert slid his way up Nicole’s body and was now lying directly on top of her. She smiled and panted with the anticipation. His head was right between my legs now as I cradled Nicole’s head in my groin. I was going to pet her while he fucked her in my lap. I wasn’t sure that it seemed to wrong any more. </div><div><br /></div><div>Robert started to thrust into her with quick, firm strokes. She already seemed to be only barely aware of her surroundings as she was so enraptured with his love making. It was my job to make her feel cared for and special by stroking her long, beautiful hair. He was the one who was going to bring her to ecstasy. </div><div><br /></div><div>As he pounded Nicole faster and faster, I almost felt as if the rocking movement would make me cum too as the fabric of my dress was rubbing the tip of my cock. I didn’t have the time as Nicole let out a cry to signify her sweet release and she came loudly and hard. I wiped the sweat from her brow as I looked at her satiated expression. I have never made a woman look like that before. Robert pumped his climax into her as he looked with pride down at how he’d made her feel. </div><div><br /></div><div>As they lay in each other’s arms I slid myself from under them both and went to get the half drunk bottle of champagne and poured us all another glass each. As I came back towards them they raised themselves up to sit on the couch, Robert to the left and a space to the right of Nicole. I sat next to her - knowing my new place. </div>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-36566082830504321992010-04-22T17:11:00.000-07:002010-04-22T17:12:06.882-07:00Forced feminisation - shaved and pretty<div>My friend Octavia was a tall and commanding woman. We’d met at college and had always intimidated me a little. Well, a lot actually! And I wasn’t the only one. Every man she met would shrink and freeze as she looked down on him and fixed him with her steely, blue-eyed gaze. Her long, dark hair gave her an air of femininity and she was certainly curvaceous enough to be a turn on. But not many men dared to approach her for a quick fuck, I can tell you! </div><div><br /></div><div>I’d always seen her on a regular basis but lately we’d been seeing more of each other on account of her just splitting up with her boyfriend. Most of us had joked that he’d managed to escape her clutches at last, but to be honest I don’t think that was too far from the truth. So, she had a lot of time on her hands and I was often called upon to amuse her. And this particular Saturday night, I got to find out just what sort of entertainment she enjoyed. </div><div><br /></div><div>We had been out and had a little too much to drink and ended up back at her apartment. She poured me a drink but there was something restless about her. She started to talk about being frustrated and how much in need of a screw she was. Being drunk of course I was incredibly tempted, but even then, her domineering presence made me think twice. She sat down next to me. “So, are you getting much?” she asked? “Er, no I guess I’m not having as much fun as I should be,” I half laughed back. She fixed me with that solid gaze of hers and replied, “You’re too soft. Women walk all over you.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I tried to make a joke of it and politely mumbled that she was probably right. But there was no probably about it, she was spot on. I was weak and shy and Octavia knew it. “I bet I could have my wicked way with you if I wanted to.” She leaned in close to me. She placed her hand on my cheek and softly but authoritatively held my face in place as she kissed me. Her tongue went straight in and I felt pinned back without her actually exerting any pressure on me. </div><div><br /></div><div>I thought she might stop then, that she’d proved her point. But she carried on kissing me as I felt her hand starting to slide down to my groin. She firmly ran her hand over my cock and I instantly started to jump to attention. My fear started to turn to excitement and I had thoughts of sucking on those beautiful big tits of hers. I reached my hand up to touch her breasts but she stopped me. “Not what I had in mind for you,” she said with a raised eyebrow, “I didn’t imagine you acting like a man.” She paused and cocked her head to one side, “so let’s not pretend that you are.” </div><div><br /></div><div>I stared back at her, trying to hide my confusion. What could she possibly mean? And why was she eyeing me like she was… well... like she was assessing me? “Come,” she said as she stood, abruptly. She walked towards the door of her bedroom and before I knew what I was doing, I was following her. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once stood in her room, I glanced around. It was a surprisingly ’girly’ room for her, much more so than I imagined. She stood in front of me, that extra height that she had over me suddenly meaning more than it ever had. I figured that she was going to start kissing me again or that she was going to push me onto the bed. I felt my cock stir. Terrified though I was, I realised that the idea of this strong, powerful woman riding my dick to sweet bliss had its advantages! </div><div><br /></div><div>She stepped in close and started to unbutton my shirt. “Hmm, hairy chest,” she said, neither seeming put off nor pleased. It was a statement of fact but that one that seemed to need dealing with for some reason. She peeled off my shirt and quickly followed with the rest of my clothes until I was stood naked before her. All the while she circled me, like a hawk watching its prey. She had plans for me. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Lie down on the bed,” she commanded me. As I did so, she straddled me. “Raise your arms above your head.” She ran her fingers all the way down my body and slowly caressed my cock. Placing her hand firmly round me, she started to jerk me off as I grew harder. “There’s a good girl,” she said smiling. It brought me up sharp. What could she mean? </div><div><br /></div><div>Swinging her leg aside, she stepped off the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard her clattering around and wondered what she was looking for. Instinctively, my arms came down to cover my body. I felt scared and exposed again.</div><div><br /></div><div>She came out, that calm and ruthless smile on her face again and a bowl of water in her hand. “Now,” she said, “time to make you even prettier my darling.” Sitting astride me again, the bowl of water placed on the bedside table, she then showed me what she was going to do to me. She produced her shaving foam and razor, “We need to make you nice and smooth like the pretty little peach you are. Raise your arms again.”</div><div><br /></div><div>She started with my chest. She covered me with the shaving foam and then gently started to take off all the hair. It felt cool with a little stinging, a tightness starting to grow all over my skin. She would wash me as she went along and I looked down to see the fresh, soft skin I had forgotten I had. Her movements were delicate, loving almost, but I didn’t dare to protest or move. </div><div><br /></div><div>Once my chest was smooth, she breathed in to show her satisfaction and tossed her hair back. Then leaning down to my lips, she placed a light kiss on my mouth and then moved to my neck, progressing to my hairless chest. My cock stiffened again as I felt every tiny kiss and lick of her tongue on my skin and nipples. Her pussy was pressed against my dick and she rubbed back and forth. Looking up she said,” We’re like 2 lesbians aren’t we? Pressing our cunts together.” Without even thinking, my legs parted slightly at the thought of my cunt touching her. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Oh no, sweet-tits,” she said as she stroked my nipples. “Your little wet pussy isn’t ready for me yet.” She reached for the razor again and with one hand over my wrists to hold my arms in place, she started to shave my armpits. I tensed at the sensation and she sternly told me to stay still, “You have much more to go through yet.” </div><div><br /></div><div>When she was done, she reached down to make sure that I was still hard and slid down on my smooth body. Placing her lips over the tip of my cock, she teased me with light, flickering movements. I sighed and was surprise how high my voice seemed all of a sudden. I looked down to meet her eyes to see them glinting back at me. I was becoming the woman she wanted me to be. This was forced feminization - so why did I feel so willing to transform? </div><div><br /></div><div>Moving further down me, she started to shave my legs. She was thorough and precise, my feminization became her craft. When she was at the top of my thighs, she continued to tease my cock with the gentle flicks of the tongue that made me feel she was licking my clit. </div><div><br /></div><div>“And now we’re nearly done. Just one more part of you to make beautiful“, she said. Without knowing it, this was the part I was waiting for. She stood up, still on the bed and towered over me. She peeled off her clothes, one piece at a time until she was stood with only her tiny thong left, her large and firm breasts mesmerizing me. She placed her hands beneath the strings on her panties and pulled them down to reveal her shaven, perfect cunt. Climbing back down to lie on top of me, she whispered into my ear, “Do you want to have a pretty, naked pussy like mine?” Barely able to form a yes, I nodded at her, my eyes wide with anticipation. </div><div><br /></div><div>She got to work on me. She shaved me until I was totally exposed and smooth and able to feel the slight, cool breeze against my skin. She kissed every inch of my stomach and inside my thighs and again, I couldn’t stop myself from spreading my legs and submitting to her wishes. She licked my balls and to me it was her kissing my cunt lips. She sucked on my cock and I imagined myself getting wet at her nibbling on my clit. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Ok, one last thing before I fuck you.” She went to the bathroom once more, her confident strides setting off her shapely ass. This time I knew what she was going to come back with. Armed with her make-up, she made me sit up on the bed. I could smell the unfamiliar smell of the cosmetics as she applied them, the blush tickling me as she skimmed the brush across my cheeks and the lipstick moistening my lips as she asked me to pout for her. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Now, do you want to see how pretty you are?” She stood up and moved a full length mirror over to the side of the bed. “Stand and behold, you gorgeous, little bitch.” Hesitant, I stood and slowly raised my head. I looked in amazement at my smooth, pale skin. I was red where she had shaved me, but I also seemed to have a shimmering glow about me. I had become all that I was meant to be. Her hands caressed me as I drank in the wonder of my feminine beauty. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Trouble the only thing ruining it is your boner. But we can soon see to that can’t we?” Her last gift to me was to reach into her lingerie draw and pull out some red, satin panties and bra. “Put them on.” I needed no further instruction. I wanted to dress for her and please her. For me to be pretty in her eyes was my sole purpose and nothing else existed.</div><div><br /></div><div>I stood before her, aching to have her grab me and kiss me. She placed her hands around my waist and, without warning, she kissed me passionately and her tongue reached deep into my mouth. Her hands caressed my ass and she rubbed her pussy against mine. </div><div><br /></div><div>“Get on the bed,” she ordered me, “it’s time for a little first time lesbian loving for you.” I lay down and she immediately pinned me down. “Open your legs for me.” She placed her cunt against me and I could feel my shaven skin touch the satin. “My cunt is going to make your tight little cunt come.” Pressing down on me, she started to move back and forth. I could feel her wetness through the material and she started to moan as she rocked on me. She started to build up her pace and her breasts were bouncing as she moved. I felt my pleasure mounting as our hips were grinding together in time. I knew my release was near and it was going to be the best orgasm I ever had. </div><div><br /></div><div>I licked my painted lips as my climax took over me. I let out a high pitched cry as my sweet cunt spasmed and came at the same time as hers. Wet and satisfied, I relished the feeling of my soaked panties clinging to my skin. Octavia placed a kiss on my lips. “Good girl,” she assured me, “good girl.”</div>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-22146755022444389952010-03-04T10:22:00.000-08:002010-03-04T10:23:20.890-08:00He Fucked Me Doggy Style - and it was the 1st time I’d done it that way<div>I had always been a bit of a shy girl and even into my mid twenties had not had many boyfriends or sexual experiences. But while I was a bit green, it didn’t mean I wasn’t curious. I had always wondered about what other people were doing and secretly hoped I would get the chance to explore as many explicit pleasures as possible. </div><div><br /></div><div>When I met Paul I thought he might be the one to help me fulfil my fantasies. He didn’t say much but he always had that glint in his eye, sex with him was always felt like a guilty pleasure. Of course being shy, I didn’t have the confidence to tell him what I wanted to try but he always seemed to lead me to it. He instinctively knew what I wanted. I can remember the thrill of when I first got to suck him off. I had so wanted to know what it was like to have a cock in my mouth and to taste his hot load in my throat. The same for me wanting to know what it was like to have my cunt licked. I had never known such heavenly pleasure as when he parted my pussy lips and ran his tongue firmly over my clit for the first time. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was showing me a whole new world but I still hadn’t the confidence to ask for what I truly wanted. I just had to hope that he realised how much I wanted him to fuck me from behind. The thought of bending over and having all that ecstasy given to me while I’m leaning forwards and unable to see anything drives me wild and would make me wet between my legs. This always led to me fingering my cunt at the idea. I would stick my ass in the air and part my legs, imagining I was offering myself to him. Reaching up to my pussy, my fingers would get to work and before long I was imagining him thrusting hard into me as I moan and gyrate my hips. </div><div><br /></div><div>It was while I was doing this one day that he caught me - leading to my dreams coming true. He walked in to find my flicking myself off: I was already in position and moist for the taking! He stared at me for a while and took in every inch of exposed ass and cunt. Then walking over, he ran his finger over my wetness and I shuddered with delight. </div><div><br /></div><div>Reaching into his pants, he pulled out his rock hard cock. I felt the tip against my pussy lips and froze in excited anticipation of what was to happen. He tightly held my hips in place as he slid his dick all the way into me, all the way down to his balls. I let out a moan. I had never felt to completely filled and every inch of my cunt was responding to being so stretched. I closed my eyes and succumbed to his slow movements behind me. I could hear his heavy breathing and knew that he had wanted this as much as I had. </div><div><br /></div><div>After a few slower thrusts, he started to build up a pace and I loved it. It was everything I’d hoped for. He slammed into me and I rocked my hips as he did so. I wanted every inch of him in me to make me tingle, to bring my pussy lips alive as they’d never been before. I let myself go and was calling out his name with every thrust of his dick, clutching the bed and arching my back as high into the air as I could manage. </div><div><br /></div><div>He was pounding me to the biggest climax I’d ever experienced and I was letting him know I was ever closing to coming my sweet pussy off! He gripped my hips tighter and his thrusting was quicker and deeper now. His balls were slapping my clit with his movements which started me trembling as my orgasm approached. I knew he was nearly ready to explode inside me too and I could feel the urgency within him. </div><div><br /></div><div>With my face pressed into the bed, I screamed out my ecstasy as it took over my whole body and as I came I felt my boyfriend pump his climax into me too with one last strong and firm thrust. </div><div><br /></div><div>As we pulled away from one another and lay down on the bed with our glistening bodies beside one another, I started to imagine what the next fantasy I would be ‘demonstrating’ to him </div>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-21393963006161538302010-01-28T06:29:00.000-08:002010-01-28T06:31:56.490-08:00Forced Feminization by My Demanding NeighboursMy neighbours were always socialising with the other people on my street. I would see them turn up for dinner parties and drinks gatherings feeling a mixture of envy and fear. While I would love to be like these beautiful, confident people I was not good socially. Shy and awkward, I would stand out if I was to go. Not that I had been invited of course. I smiled and waved to my neighbours but rarely spoke to them and kept a comfortable distance.<br /><br />It was David that I felt more comfortable with. He was tall and well built with a sophisticated air, but always open and polite enough. But Claudia was a different story. Elegant and feminine in her dress, her manner was assertive and in control and slightly aloof. I saw the way she effortlessly took control of conversations and imagined that, friendly as she was, she was not someone you wanted to get on the wrong side of. She was also, of course, stunning. I find that most powerful women are - they are superior to others and know it.<br /><br />My comfortable, if cowardly, distance from them both however was not to last. A parcel had been delivered to my house while they were out one morning and now I had to face my fears and take it round to them. I told myself to get a grip. They were only people, all I had to do was to be pleasant to them, hand over their parcel and run back to the safety of my own home! Yet when I saw their car turn into the drive that evening I felt my stomach lurch. What was I so afraid of, I wondered? I didn’t dare even try to think that one through.<br /><br />Picking up the parcel, I walked over to them and nervously rang the doorbell. Inside I could hear chatting and laughter and for a moment I feared they had company. But then Claudia opened the door and looking straight through I could see only David pouring wine and felt slightly more at ease. I had of course practised what I was going to say in my head. I did of course, stumble over my words as she fixed her beautiful brown eyes on me and smiled. The way that she said thank you to me make me feel like her grateful servant, like it was my duty to do tasks for her somehow. It was an unexpected feeling that only added to my nerves. <br /><br />“Won’t you join us for a glass of wine?” she said, immediately turning to walk to the kitchen where David was. It was clearly expected that I was going to say yes. I walked in and felt a pang of fear as I closed the door behind me. I was out of my depth already. Claudia put the parcel on the table and I thought I caught a shared look between them. I was too uncertain of myself to dwell on what it might mean.<br /><br />Glass of wine in front of me, I was now committed to staying. I tried to maintain a cool air of confidence but Claudia talked over the inevitable awkward silences so it was obvious she saw through me. David said little and at first I thought I was imagining the way he stared at me, but it soon became obvious that he had something on his mind - and I was part of it. Eventually Claudia acknowledged him with a knowing smile, before turning to me.<br /><br />“So, thanks again for dropping off the parcel. I suppose you are wondering what’s inside?” Claudia asked in an uncharacteristically coy manner. “No, no….I hadn’t..” but before I had time to spit out an answer Claudia had begun to tear it open. She pulled out some pink, lacy lingerie and I turned my head away, not wanting to look at such intimate items in front of these relative strangers. Little did I know that it was to get more embarrassing for me. She then pulled out some pink, fluffy handcuffs. Fidgetting in my seat and glowing bright red, I didn’t know where to look or what to say. David and Claudia were cool and calm.<br /><br />“Have you ever worn handcuffs before?” said Claudia. I attempted a look of nonchalance as I shook my head. “Oooh, what a pity,” said Claudia in a bright and breezy voice, “they’re just your colour too.” She place the handcuffs up against my wrist as if comparing the colour to my exposed skin. “I think secretly he’d probably quite like to try them, don’t you David?” David smiled in the way he had all evening. He knew that my answer was irrelevant, that I was about to allow this to happen anyway. That I was too weak a man to refused how ever much I didn’t want to do it.<br /><br />Claudia, opened up the handcuffs and placed one my left wrist. The pink covering on it tickled me slightly and because of my heightened senses, I shivered. Claudia, leant in close to me, “ I think he likes it more than he anticipated David. Let’s try him with the other wrist too.” She pulled my hands together and clamped them. I looked at myself from the outside in and felt awash with self-disgust. They were making a laughing stock of me while I went along with it all.<br /><br />I stood up suddenly. “Well, nice to spend some time with you finally but I really need to be getting on now so I shall get going.” I reached my hands out to Claudia for her to undo the cuffs. She looked a little surprised for a minute, but unfazed. “There’s no rush,” she said quietly but firmly as she stood up and stood beside me. “After all, we’re only just getting to know each other, are we not?” I was just about to insist when David stood up, his chair scraping the floor. He walked over towards me and took Claudia’s place by my side. He was taller than me and his half smile took on a menacing air. There was no threat of violence in his manner. He just let me know that I was to do as I was instructed.<br /><br />He took my hands and undid the handcuffs, giving me a moment of hope. But immediately that my hands were free, Claudia was stood behind me and removing my jacket and then unbuttoning my shirt. My eyes were wide with fear and David stood with his gaze fixed on me the whole time, letting me know I was to stay put. I was stripped naked and scrutinised. “You’re quite delicate really aren’t you?” said Claudia, “one might even say, feminine.” They both smiled.<br /><br />Claudia walked round to the parcel again and pulled out a white, silk negligee. “I’d say this was about your size. It‘ll make you look quite sweet, pure” She draped the negligee on the chair next to me. “But first, we need to bring out your true femininity.” She pulled out a white stocking with lacing at the top. With David’s authoritative gaze upon me, I didn’t dare move. Claudia walked over to me, holding the stocking over my cock and letting it gently flick and dangle over me. I flinched at the sensation, not sure if it was out of fear or pleasure. “Feels nice doesn’t it? She said softly, “but you won’t be needing this <span style="font-style: italic;">thing</span>.” She squeezed my cock as she spat out her last word. “Hardly pretty is it?”<br /><br />She wrapped the stocking around my waist, securing it at the front and leaving some still hanging down at the front. “Open your legs.” I parted my feet slightly and allowed her to pull the rest of the stocking over my cock. She pulled it firmly as it flattened my manhood. As she placed it over my balls and then through my legs I could feel a dull ache as I was bound and covered. Pulling it tighter she tied the stocking at the back, expertly knotting the restraint back up at the waist. The tie pulled into the small of my back as well compressing my cock and balls, which were now practically non existent.<br /><br />She picked up the negligee from the chair and I compliantly raised my arms to let her dress me. She smoothed down the silk at the front, next to my groin and there was nothing but a flat, feminine shape. David and Claudia looked satisfied with my new look. Claudia tilted her head to one side and looked deep in thought for a moment. There was more she needed to do to me. “Entertain him darling,” she said with a wry smile to David and she left the room. David looked over to where the handcuffs where and back at me. I felt a rush of fear come over me. Somehow, Claudia’s control over me had a feeling of safety, that all would be well as long as I obeyed her commands. David merely wanted to observe my humiliation. He picked up the handcuffs and without so much as thinking I placed my wrists behind my back. He reached around me, standing so close his face was near to mine, and clicked the handcuffs shut.<br /><br />Claudia walked back into the room. She had in her hand a long, blond wig and what looked to be her make-up box. For a moment I was relieved just to have her back, but then came the realisation of what she was about to do to me. Gesturing to the chair she said, ”take a seat.” I sat down and looked up at her. Smoothing back my hair, she looked at my face as if assessing what needed doing. Then reaching to her make-up she started the final touches of my transformation. I was grateful for the feel of her stroking my skin and touching me as she painted my face. There was a tenderness to her actions but still I dared not disobey her in any way. Unaware of how I looked, the only thing I could see was the end of my eyelashes covered in mascara. She finally pulled out a bright, red lipstick and lightly pulled it across my lips. I could smell and taste it, a smell I’d associated with women for so long but now seemed a natural part of me.<br /><br />To complete the look, she placed the long blond wig on me and the tickling sensation of the hair about my shoulders made me feel protected somehow, just for a moment. I bent my head down and could hide behind the hair as it fell about my face. But I was not here for my own enjoyment or needs, I was here for theirs. “Stand up,” said Claudia, sharply. “Let’s take a look at you.” Yes,” sniggered David, “give us a twirl.” I stood before them and felt my face flush. I looked down in my shame while also desperately wanting their approval.<br /><br />“So pretty,” Claudia said as she ran her hands over my buttocks. As she stroked me, the silk moved and shimmered against my body. I was reminded of my cock being bound as there was no sensation of the soft material against my manhood - it wasn’t there. “Now, you be a good girl and get onto your knees,” Claudia instructed me. Without daring to look her in the eye, I dropped to the floor. Standing on front of me, Claudia hitched up her skirt and I could see her long, slim legs adorned in black, stockings. She pulled down her thong and then placed one leg on the chair, her pussy before me. “It takes a girl to know what another girl wants, does it not? Lick my cunt for me.” She pushed her hips towards me and I reached out my tongue, slipping it into the moist slit. She smelt sweet with a faint scent of soap but there was no mistaking the essence of an excited woman. It was my role, may place, to pleasure her and to reward the effort she had put into creating me. She pulled her cunt lips apart as I lapped up her juices and flicked my tongue over her clit.<br /><br />David walked over to her and cupped her breasts. She turned her head to kiss him passionately and the need to bring her to her climax deepened within me. I pressed my tongue harder against her clit, imagining the feel of it as if it were my own. David held on to her as her orgasm engulfed her and she moaned and cried out with her satisfaction. She pulled away from me and they turned to one another to enjoy their moment, David briefly running his fingers over her wet cunt as she smiled and sighed.<br /><br />I felt pain in my knees from the hard floor and my slight movement drew their attention back to me. Claudia slowly moved her hand down to David’s cock and I could see that he was now hard. She unzipped him and pulled out his large and proud erection, caressing him lovingly. He strode over to stand in front of me, his large hand at the base of his dick. I looked to Claudia for my next instructions.<br /><br />“I want you to take his cock, his real man’s cock, in your mouth. I want to see every inch of it slide down your delicate throat and fuck your sweet, cherry red lips.” His other hand now on the back of my head, David placed the tip of his manhood next to my mouth. I’d never even seen a cock this close up before and now I was going to have to suck one off. I opened my mouth and took him in deep. He let out a sigh of satisfaction. It felt surprisingly good; to be giving him so much pleasure made me feel worthy for a moment, his approval a crumb of comfort. I pulled back and saw the trace of my lipstick on his shaft - the mark of my femininity on his hard cock.<br /><br />I took him into my mouth again and started to quicken my pace as his manhood grew hot and his balls tightened. I wanted to use my hands to help bring him off but the handcuffs were tight and secure behind my back. The pain in my knees and now in my neck was secondary to serving him and giving him what he wanted from me. His hand stroked my long hair and I risked a glance upwards to look at him. His strong stance was masterful even as he drew closer to coming - he was still controlling me. I closed my lips around his dick and worked harder, awaiting his imminent orgasm.<br /><br />He suddenly grasped the back of my head and thrust his hips forward almost choking me as he pumped his hot load into my mouth. I quickly swallowed the thick cream as he continued to gush the last of his climax down my throat. He enjoyed his moment of power over me as I remained still, his spasming member between my lips. Then, he sighed and pulled out, his spent cock once again before me.<br /><br />Claudia leaned down to me and cupped my face in her hand to let me know I had done well - they were both gratified. She looked at me in such a way as to let me know that I could stand and as I did the pain in my whole body was so distracting I nearly didn’t realise she was freeing my wrists from the cuffs. She pulled the wig from my head and immediately started to turn her attentions to brushing it and restoring it to a neat condition. Unsure, but wanting to get back to the safety of my own home I started to take off the negligee and reach for my own clothes. I was in a rush to dress while they were apparently not watching and so in my desperation I put my clothes on over my cock bind.<br /><br />Claudia, with an air of normality turned as if surprised that I was now leaving. “Thank you for dropping the parcel off,” she said with an almost challenging tone in her voice, daring me to admit what had happened between us all. I smiled back and nervously gestured towards the front door.<br /><br />As I returned to my home I breathed a sigh of relief. But I knew I had yet to confront my image in the mirror and headed straight to look. I stared back at a version of myself - the ruffled hair, the made-up eyes, the red lipstick that was smeared across my used mouth. Along with the shame I felt a pang of pain in my balls. I knew I had to remove the restraint placed on my manhood, to free myself once again. But right now, I didn’t feel man enough to do it.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-37416570198180784342010-01-09T09:56:00.000-08:002010-01-09T09:57:11.185-08:00I watched My Girlfriend Get Fucked Another ManI’d always felt that I wasn’t good enough for Sally. She was a few years older than me and had a confidence that came from knowing she was gorgeous, sexy and had power over men. The moment we got together I was overcome with feelings of joy at winning over the woman I loved and lusted after but wracked with fears and insecurities that I was never going to be able to satisfy her and keep her happy. Our sex life was great and she always made sure that I gave her what she wanted. I didn’t mind, it was a turn on to be taught by such an experienced woman.<br /><br />But her appetite for sex was insatiable, more than I could ever fulfil. I knew that she often masturbated with her dildo, eyed up other men even when I was around and talked openly about exes and what they had done to her. It didn’t help the feelings of inadequacy that churned away inside. I particularly worried about her at work. She had gone into a male dominated field with the sole purpose of getting attention and standing out and I knew full well that she would have all of her colleagues lusting after her.<br /><br />After months of worrying, I could take these thoughts and suspicions no longer and went to surprise her by picking her up. I set out to see if I could catch her talking to her male co workers, to see if she was getting up to the flirting and teasing I had spent hours imagining. I parked the car and waited for her to come out. She was one of the last to leave and eventually she appeared - but not alone. Laughing, tilting her head and tossing her long hair to one side, I knew instantly that she was hot for the guy she was with. His body language reciprocated. They stood there talking, standing close to one another and I knew that she hadn’t seen me. I needed to do something to stop this, to make a claim on my own girlfriend. But I felt I didn’t have the right - I was out of the picture, an intruder. I sat and watched the whole thing unfold before me.<br /><br />They paused on the corner and she gave him a fake coy look - her real message was clear. He stepped in closer and put his hand on her waist while she looked up at him and giggled. I felt flushed and sick at the sight, this was clearly not the first time this scene had played out. They were lovers, they had clearly been intimate by the way they touched one another. They both gave a look around them to see if they were being watched and I froze on the spot. No words could help me now so bringing attention to myself served no purpose.<br /><br />Her colleague took her by the hand and led her into what looked like a quiet alleyway at the side of the building. It was getting darker, everyone had left already and they were pretty much guaranteed privacy. Did I dare to watch? Could I bear to see Sally being kissed, held and caressed by this man? I hated the idea and felt this hatred in the pit of my stomach. But I could not bring myself to drive away and to be separated from her.<br /><br />I got out of the car, leaving the door slightly open so as not to disturb them. As I did this I thought of what I fool I was, of what I was rapidly becoming. A pathetic wretch that would rather watch his girlfriend cavorting with another than be a man myself. Did it stop me from walking over to them? No. In a trance like state I moved closer to the giggling, the sound of her sweet voice.<br /><br />As I hid in the shadows nearby to them, I saw that they were already passionate in their kissing. His hands were inside her blouse and feeling her beautiful voluptuous breasts. She sighed and threw her head back as he kissed her neck. Her unbuttoned her blouse, it falling open to for him to feast his eyes on her. Biting her lip and smiling, she reached into her bra and pulled out her tits as if presenting them to him to enjoy. He immediately sucked on her nipples, licking and teasing them erect. As he did this her hands moved down to his cock, pressing her tits together and giving him the full glory of her full cleavage as she did so. She rarely went straight for my dick like that. This guy clearly had more to give her than I did.<br /><br />He moved his hands to inside her legs and stroked up the inside of the thigh, lifting up her skirt as he did. Sally shivered with the anticipation of her pussy getting some of the action. His hand slid out of my view and her eyes closed with the pleasure of his touch, his fingers sinking into her cunt. He lifted her skirt higher and I could see that she wasn’t wearing panties, that she’d prepared herself for him.<br /><br />She unzipped him and pulled out his large, stiff cock and her eyes were drawn to the sight of his manhood. I saw her hands stroke his length and her painted nails glistened in the half light. He pressed his mouth to hers as he lifted her leg up and pressed her into the wall. He guided his cock into her pussy and I felt the sensation in my own dick. I was trembling, disgusted and stiffening - my arousal only adding to my shame. He gently slid in and out of her while he fondled the soft flesh of her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair as she succumbed to him and allowed him the enjoyment of her body.<br /><br />He started to pump her harder as their passion mounted. Every thrust I felt. I realised I was craving seeing her fucked the way she wanted to be, to be made to come in a way that I could never achieve. I’d never known a woman so sexually alive; this is why I adored her and now I was to see her in her glory. Her guttural moans betrayed me but gratified her true needs.<br /><br />As she clung on to him, her nails pressed into his back turning him on more, he fucked her hard and made her moans lighter, catching in the back of her throat as he pushed her towards her orgasm. Her eyes were closed and she was flushed, completely absorbed by the pleasure he was giving her. She opened her mouth and let her passion out as she came with a force I had never witnessed in her before. Her cries of joy were long, abandoned and emanated from the centre of her being. He stared into her beautiful eyes as he thrust into her with his own, powerful climax. He stood silent and firm as he savoured the feel of her sweet cunt.<br /><br />They remained in their embrace for moment and then looked at each and smiled. It was a look of understanding and intimacy and of true lovers. I knew I would never connect with her in that way as I could never fuck her as deeply as he had. As they straightened their clothes, their eyes were fixed upon one another, and he then placed a kiss on her soft lips. I had almost forgotten I was hiding and so jolted when they turned to leave. Not that anything could have broken their moment. They touched and fondled one another, laughing and smiling as I watched them walk away. When they were out of sight, I returned to the car, ready to go home and wait for her to come back to me. I knew she would ask me to fuck her - and I would - but I also knew her lust would come from her desire for him.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-71439114219634001482010-01-06T08:31:00.000-08:002010-01-06T08:33:22.929-08:00Reading Kim's Sexual Fantasy EmailsKim, the receptionist at my work, was totally gorgeous. Every inch of her was groomed and immaculate - and she certainly had the goods to work with in the first place. But unlike many of the other stuck up types we’d had in her role before, Kim was friendly and I often took advantage of this to spend some time with her and have a good look as I did so. It was through this that I found out she was interested in cookery and yoga, that she liked talking to her many friends, and most importantly of all (through all of the other meaningless trivia I had to sit through!) that she was single. She was a little out of my league but this was an opportunity I wasn’t going to waste.<br /><br />I hadn’t been successful so far in trying to lead up to asking her out, she seemed to avoid all of my lines of conversation to this end. I wasn’t specifically looking for another way to find out more about her but one day I dropped by for a chat and found her desk empty. While waiting my eyes glanced down at her diary which was open at her notes - complete with the password to her emails. Dare I note it down and sneak a look? I figured I did.<br /><br />-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Sat back at my desk I went straight to look. All I was searching for, I told myself, was a few pointers, something that would help me to find the way set up a date. I was a bit jumpy but it was too late now - I was in! I looked over her work emails and that all looked predictably boring. I was looking for anything to her friends, something with a subject title that looked revealing. I saw one entitled “Stuff You’d Never Tell Your Mother!” and couldn’t believe that I could have hit the jackpot so quickly. I opened it and saw that it had been going back and forth between her and her friend Caitlin for a few days.<br /><br />What started out as a few tales of drunken nights out and what they had both got up to turned into a frank discussion of their sexual fantasies! Caitlin had brought the subject up first with her secret desire to have 2 guys at the same time. Kim had gone back agreeing with her enthusiastically and followed with:<br /><br />“Oh my God, I think about this LOADS! What I would really love would be to be kneeling in between 2 guys, all of us naked, both of them with stiff cocks. With one either side of me I would take one guy’s cock on my hand and gently start to pull him off while I turn to the other, wrap my lips around the head of his dick and flick my tongue over it. Then as I take his whole cock into my mouth and throat I would caress the other guy’s balls.<br /><br />It gets me wet just thinking about it now and I’m sure that I would be dripping if I was doing it in real life! I can imagine swapping them over, sucking one off for a bit while I jerk off the other and switching to get the delicious feel of new cock in my mouth. “<br /><br />My dick was rock hard as I read this. To think of Kim’s pussy getting moist at the idea of her pleasuring 2 men was more than I had hoped for. She was clearly up for some fun and there was more to her than meets the eye! Caitlin responded that she had just added this to her masturbation fantasies - which I never even new women had. Caitlin then started on her favourite fantasy of the moment:<br /><br />“It used to involve my boyfriend but now I imagine the guy from the store - you know the one I mean ;) I imagine we have just got back to his after a night out. No sooner are we in the door then he starts kissing me, his hands roaming all over my body, peeling off my clothes. It feels so good and I am so consumed by urges I hardly notice him leading my upstairs to the bedroom. He’s a man of action, that’s for sure!<br /><br />Without saying a word, he just pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me, pinning me down so I can feel his entire weight on top on me. He kisses me roughly as I feel him thrusting his dick into me, every inch is deep inside me to the hilt. Without stopping to look at me he suddenly starts to fuck me hard. I can feel his pounding shaft stretching me open and he is slamming against my clit which feels so good. To get deeper into me he stops and grabs my ankles, placing them on his shoulders. God, the feeling of him taking me is so fucking good I start to tremble and I know I’m about to come on his hard, thrusting cock, screaming out until I’m hoarse. <br /><br />As my climax tears through me I can see him watching himself as he screws my ecstasy drenched cunt. As my orgasm subsides, he hammers me until he reaches his own climax with him exploding inside me.”<br /><br />This is way too much now, I had NO idea women wanted this stuff! I am torn between reading more and taking myself off to the bathroom to jerk off. But there was one more of Kim’s that I wanted to get through. Then maybe I could get to do some of this for real!<br /><br />“Yep, I know who you mean and I wouldn’t mind a bit of that either LOL! One good turn deserves another and so I’m going to share my favourite one - having my cunt licked out. What I would LOVE is to be making out with a guy who then gets up and switches off the light. I won’t be able to see anything, just feel! Out of nowhere, I can feel his hands slide up my skirt and his fingers reaching into my underwear. As he touches my pussy lips for the first time I get the first lurch in my stomach, the electric shock of pleasure already shooting through me.<br /><br />He will then pull down my panties and spread my legs open. I’ll know what is coming next by the feel of his warm breath next to my clit and be longing for his tongue to touch me. In one movement he will cover my cunt with his hot mouth, his tongue darting and lapping at my moist slit. As his moves his tongue to focus solely on my swollen clit, he will then run his fingers around the whole of my pussy before pushing his fingers right up inside me.<br /><br />All that will be heard in the room will be my heavy breathing and the sound of him lapping up my juices. His tongue circling my clit will take me to the edge and breathing turns to moaning and gasping. Throwing my head back, I will let out a cry as he presses his tongue down more firmly and I come right next to his mouth, the spasms in my pussy closing against his fingers.<br /><br />Surely Caitlin, that can’t be too hard to get a guy to do can it?”Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-63806337185579577652009-12-17T11:44:00.000-08:002009-12-17T11:45:46.235-08:00I Masturbated in Front of My Best Friend's Wife and Her SisterMasturbation Stories<br /><br />Parties have never been my thing. It’s not that I’m awkward or anything, but I’m not quite the life and soul and it’s just that I don’t necessarily like to have to do small talk all evening. It can get a little boring and that’s not supposed to be the point! But my best friend Richard was having a do at his and that meant I had to attend, like it or not. I consoled myself with the thought that his gorgeous wife Liz would of course be there. She’d always done it for me. A tall, elegant hottie with luscious, long red hair! There was always the chance that her sister, Emma, would be there as well and she looked pretty similar - and was single. Maybe I was in with a chance?<br /><br />Later on at the party, I was doing the usual. Smiling, looking interested and trying not to say the wrong thing. But the more bored I got, the more I kept looking back to Richard’s wife and her sister. They both looked amazing, showing off their figures in tight, silk dresses. I don’t think I was the only man there who was drawn to the sight of them talking and giggling away together. There wasn’t another woman in the room that came close to them in looks or allure.<br /><br />I hadn’t had a chance to talk to either of them but figured the way I was getting hornier by the minute, it was probably a good thing. It probably wouldn’t have looked too good if I got an erection in the middle of the kitchen! So I settled for stealing a glance at them whenever I could.<br /><br />When the inevitable need for a trip to the bathroom came, I knew I was going to be in trouble. Having had a semi for most of the evening, how was I now going to resist the temptation to relief myself in the other respect? On the one hand I figured it might make me less tense, but on the other…well, was it right? Richard was my friend after all.<br /><br />I walked up the stairs towards the bathroom and past the door of Richard and Liz’s bedroom. Out the corner of my eye I caught sight of what struck me as being black lace hanging out of a drawer. I stopped in my tracks and looked more closely. It was hard to make out but I was sure that there was some of Liz’s underwear peeking out where she’d not closed the drawer properly. “Keep on walking,” I told myself, “you can’t go snooping around your best mate’s bedroom.”<br /><br />But something drew me in. To see the soft, silky material that Liz wore close to her intimate parts was too good an opportunity to miss. Leaving the light off, but with the room lit from outside, I crept over. Slowly opening the drawer, I was confronted by lace, silk and array of colours. Some deep and sexy, some light and feminine. I pulled out a skimpy red thong. I held them out in front of me and imagined them on Liz. Her round, firm ass showing to perfection from behind, her sweet little pussy barely covered by the see through lace at the front. I imagined running my hand over her, feeling the soft skin between her thighs. I was rock hard now and masturbating was no longer an option - it was inevitable.<br /><br />“No-one will see me here,” I thought as I perched on the end of the bed, thong still in hand. “It’s not like I’m going to be long.” I unzipped myself and took my cock on my hand. I brushed Liz’s underwear gently over me, feeling the tingling sensation of the fluttering movements. Closing my eyes, I started to imagine Liz naked and splayed on the bed, her sexy underwear cast aside where I‘d undressed her. I pulled on my cock as I thought of the feeling of kissing her pale breasts and delicate, hardened nipples. In my mind I kissed her neck and moved up, placing my mouth over hers as I entered the moist, warmth of her pussy.<br /><br />I was jerking off much faster now as I wanted to be done as soon as possible. I was fixed firmly on the image of fucking Liz and didn’t hear the approaching footsteps, the sound of the door swinging open. It was when the light went on that I jumped to, shocked and horrified. I looked up and saw Liz and Emma staring back at me. Their faces were pure confusion and astonishment, unable to take in the sight before them. I sat there, rooted to the spot, my hand still round my cock. The girls looked at each other and the surprise turned to laughing. Clamping their hands over their mouths, they giggled at their shared moment. I sat there wondering what the hell I should do next.<br /><br />It was Liz that spoke to me first. She walked over to the bed and sat down next to me, staring at my cock. “Don’t let us stop you, we just came for a bit of a private chat,” she said. Emma placed herself the other side of me. “I agree with Liz, there’s no reason for you to stop playing with yourself just because we’re here. In fact, I’ve always wanted to know what men do when they jerk off.”<br /><br />I was nervous and humiliated but somehow beginning to get aroused again. It seemed that I was going to be the centre of attention at this party after all - and getting it from the 2 hottest women here! But my hard on had waned a little and I wasn’t sure it was going to return too easily under such pressure. “Oh,” said Liz, “it seems that he’s run out of steam a little bit here.” Emma flashed Liz a dirty smile, “I’m sure we can help him out with that.” Emma reached down to my groin and ran her hand over my cock and balls in one, smooth movement. I felt a jolt and a rush of pleasure as I started to harden. Liz took over from Emma by caressing my shaft. To feel her soft hand on my dick was electric and my hips instinctively thrust upwards to meet her movements. She looked into my eyes and seemed to understand my desire. She took a firmer grip around me and started to slowly glide up and down.<br /><br />Liz and Emma exchanged a look. Liz immediately stopped pleasuring me and they both leaned in. “We think that you should carry on yourself,” Liz whispered to me. “We’re very curious to see how you make yourself come.” Feeling the warmth of both of their hot bodies so close to me, the sense of embarrassment had totally disappeared. I wanted to climax and I wanted their eyes on me as I did so. The strange sensation of feeling special at this moment, of this feminine interest in my manhood, was awakening an exhibitionist in me that I never knew was there.<br /><br />Leaning back on my left hand, my right hand wrapped around my cock I was going to give these girls a show. I wanted to them to be fixed upon me, to not be able to tear their eyes away from me rapidly tugging my stiff cock. I started to move the skin back and forth and immediately felt my climax was imminent. I looked to my right and then to my left, taking in the desirous expressions of the sisters. My dick was the centre of all our worlds. No other man in the building had women wanting him like this.<br /><br />The pleasure building, I leant back further as the warm surge enveloped me. I felt my climax pump my load into the air and onto my stomach, the hot liquid seeming to endlessly spurt from me. The release was immense and I smiled a satisfied smile as I heard the girls talk to one another, sharing their thoughts and discussing how I’d turned them on. I was hoping it was could be enough for a repeat performance some time.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-56379936490050388252009-12-11T09:13:00.000-08:002009-12-11T09:14:44.255-08:00Threesome With the 2 Girls From Next DoorThe 2 girls who lived in the apartment up the hall were gorgeous. In their early twenties, both slim and yet big breasted, one blonde and one brunette, they were every man’s dream. It wasn’t just the way they looked though. There was something sensual about them too. They were always affectionate with each other and were warm and funny to talk to. I often used to stop and chat to them, building up quite a firm friendship over the 6 months I’d been living there. I’d even on occasion invited them into mine for a few drinks. I’d enjoyed their light hearted flirting, it made me feel good.<br /><br />Coming home this particular Friday I was hoping tonight was going to be one of those evenings and was keeping an eye for them. I was ready to kick off the weekend with some fun and thought they were just the girls to rely on for that! Walking up the stairs I saw the blonde, Alana, coming the other way. She burst into one of her lovely warm smiles as she saw me.<br /><br />“Hi,” I said, trying to sound as cool as possible, “just the girl I was hoping to see.” “Oh yeah, anything I should be worried about?” she laughed. “Only if you find the idea of a few drinks over at mine worrying - and who could blame you?” Alana laughed but said she wasn’t able to, “I’ve actually got a bit of a date this evening. Who knows, tonight may be my lucky night! But Claire is in, why don’t you drop by and ask her?” “I think I’m going to do just that…oh, and by the way, he’s the lucky one.” It was meaningless banter, nothing more I thought to myself. But God, she looked good as she bounded down the stairs.<br /><br />I knocked on Claire’s door, suddenly worrying how I might cope for conversation with just the 2 of us, but any doubts disappeared the moment she opened the door. She was dressed for relaxing around at home - although I use the term ‘dressed’ in the loosest possible sense. She had a tiny pair of shorts on and a small top that was showing a significant amount of cleavage. Desperately trying to keep my eyes on her face, I breezily relayed the conversation with Alana on the stairs. “So, I wondered if you wanted to join me for some company and to share a bottle of wine.” “Now there’s an offer a girl can’t refuse on a Friday night when she’s on her lonesome,” she said with a wink. I imagined she was going to say she’d get changed so I was secretly delighted when she just grabbed the keys from the shelf and walked straight out the door.<br /><br />The bottle of wine was open within minutes of being back at mine and we were sat down on my sofa chatting. Mostly we talked work and some of the mutual contacts and friends we had, but every now and then the conversation would veer towards something slightly more sexual. She would stretch out a little more, moving her feet nearer to me. I was tempted to start giving her a foot massage - and in fact it seemed as if this is what she was angling for. I carried on talking but risked placing my hand down on her foot, testing to see if she would pull it away. She didn’t.<br /><br />The moment there was a break in the conversation, she stretched her foot out more. “It’s been a bit of a stressful week,” she said wriggling her toes. I placed my wine glass on the floor, “I’m sure that there’s something I can do about that.” I started to massage her feet as the conversation fell silent. She dropped her head back and sighed, “That’s a very good start.” “Just a start?” I replied. “You mean there’s more I can do for you?”<br /><br />I started to slide up the sofa towards her, her eyes fixed on me, urging me on. I stroked her long, dark hair away from her face and kissed her. Within seconds the kissing had turned more passionate, Claire leading the way. She reached to the top button of my shirt. With every button she undid she stroked my chest and her kisses got deeper. I didn’t waste the opportunity to reciprocate and started to feel her breasts through her skimpy top. Her nipples were hardening with my touch and I could wait no longer to get a look at them. I broke the kiss momentarily and pulled off her top, then going straight into taking off her bra.<br /><br />Her tits were large and soft but firm and perfectly shaped. Her lightly tanned skin gave these beautiful orbs a slight sheen which I found irresistible. I took both breasts in my hands as I teased her nipples to being fully erect. I needed to have them in my mouth. Stroking her tits with my hands and sucking on those beautiful big nipples, I was in heaven. Claire giggled as she watched me losing myself in her fantastic bosom.<br /><br />I was disturbed from this heaven on earth by a knock at the door. Claire and I looked at one another, the unspoken agreement being to ignore who ever was intruding on our fun. “Hello! What are you two doing in there?” came Alana’s voice. “Shit“, I thought. Much as I’m hot for Alana I’m not keen on her ruining what I’ve got going on with Claire right now. But to my amazement, Claire jumped up with an excited yelp, still naked but for her shorts, running to the door.<br /><br />Alana walked straight in raising her eyebrow at Claire’s state of undress. “Getting cosy without me are we?” I half smiled, not really knowing how to play this situation. Claire, helped Alana off with her coat, gently whispering, “Not any more.” The 2 girls immediately turned to each other and started to kiss each other softly. Alana was stroking Claire’s breasts as she kicked off her shoes. I couldn’t have turned away if I’d tried. I was transfixed by this tender and arousing sight.<br /><br />They pulled away from another and looked over at me. Claire took Alana by the hand and brought her over to the sofa. Sitting next to me, Alana leant in close and kissed me while Claire unzipped her dress. Alana pulled away as her dress was removed to reveal a skimpy red bra and thong set and hold up stockings. Whatever had happened on her date, it was certainly his loss. The girls sat either side of me and both held their faces close to mine. Both of their lips were merely inches away. Claire kissed me first and had barely pulled away before I felt Alana’s lips touch mine. I reached to either side of me so that I could caress the tits of both girls as a constant stream of their light kisses and licks of their tongues took over my mouth. Occasionally their lips met one another’s as we changed over.<br /><br />It was Alana that slowly unzipped my jeans to free up my straining cock, taking me in her hand and caressing my shaft and balls. Not to be outdone, Claire immediately ran her hand over my member too. I barely had the awareness to continue kissing them both as the pleasure mounted in me. Their hands would glide over my dick creating a constant sensation of being touched and desired.<br /><br />Suddenly, Alana pulled away which seemed to give a signal to Claire. They both stood up and gestured to me to do so also. Walking towards my bedroom, I knew they were now ready to take it to another level. The girls both threw themselves on the bed first, immediately embracing each other for a passionate kiss. As they did so, I climbed onto the bed and first removed Claire’s shorts. Her cunt was shaven and inviting so I parted her legs slightly to brush my tongue over her soft pussy lips. I then moved onto Alana, unhooking her bra as she continue to kiss Claire, then pulling down her thong to reveal her equally sweet, shaven pussy. An image flashed through my mind of them shaving each other as they played together in their apartment. The thrill of it made me want to fuck them both right now.<br /><br />As I tried to touch them, they rolled me onto my back so that I lay between them both, my erection proudly standing in the middle of us all. The girls set to work on me. Both honing straight in on my cock, together they licked the shaft from top to bottom, a tongue on either side. Suddenly, an exquisite stab of pleasure washed through me as they both licked my glans, their tongues merging and sweeping over me. They took it in turns to take my whole length into their mouths, the other sucking my balls while she waited her turn again.<br /><br />Claire broke away and came up to lie next to me. I embraced her, holding her tight as I explored her mouth as deeply as Alana was sucking my cock. Alana stopped as Claire started to climb on top of me. With Claire’s lips pressing down on me, I felt Alana guiding me into Claire, holding my balls as I slid all the way in. Gently at first, Claire started to move up and down. Alana’s hands were still at work however and this time she was rubbing Claire’s clit as she rode my cock, passion building within her as started to build pace and speed.<br /><br />I watched Claire’s face and felt her tits as she took me deeper into her. She was nearing her climax and her pussy was dripping wet. She threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy, not holding back for a moment. She immediately climbed off me, kissing me again while Alana sucked her juices off my cock, cleaning me up ready for her.<br /><br />While Claire lay to one side to bask in her joy, Alana was fired up and ready to go. She smiled at me as she turned over and climbed onto all fours. I wasted no time and jumped up to kneel behind her and enjoy the feel of the second pussy of the night. I was in Alana’s cunt to the hilt while Claire’s was still hot and stretched from her fucking.<br /><br />I knew I wasn’t going to last too long now but couldn’t restrain myself. I grabbed hold of Alana’s hips and thrust hard into her, slapping against her ass. Alana’s moans only served to excite me more and I could feel the waves of pleasure mounting. I then became aware of Claire crawling between our legs and looked down to see her raise her head. I looked to the ceiling as I could feel the sweet, gentle flicks of her tongue over my balls. She then clearly moved her attention’s on to Alana’s hot and needy pussy as she gasped and moaned with greater intensity.<br /><br />I was now beyond the point of no return. The girls, with both pussy and tongue, were bringing me to the pinnacle of a sensation I’d never experienced before. I knew I only had a few thrusts left and so was happy that this was also true for Alana. Returning the favour to her friend, Claire brought Alana’s clit to orgasm while I screwed her tight cunt from behind.<br /><br />With a powerful explosion, I felt my climax engulf me. Slamming hard into Alana, I came in her as I pulled her hips to reach deep inside.<br /><br />After, we all lay on the bed together. I had a girl each side of me as I held them both and they held hands across my chest. As sleep started to take hold of me, I could hear them start to chat away and drifted off to the sounds of their soft, quiet laughter.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-42873786975702294332009-12-10T17:37:00.000-08:002009-12-10T17:38:46.079-08:00Anonymous Encounter on the TrainIt was going to be a long train journey home and I wasn’t in the mood for it. In fact I was feeling more than a bit horny and was in the mood for some gratification. I’d taken myself off for some self pleasuring in the lavatory before on this particular route and was having thoughts of doing so again. As I sat down in a near empty carriage I noticed there was a very pretty girl on her own. She was a voluptuous blond smartly dressed but with a short skirt on. Still classy though I thought. I figured I would sit near her, get a look at her before I went off for a bit of ‘me time’.<br /><br />I sat down opposite. She didn’t acknowledge me and kept on reading her book. “Perfect” I thought, “this will give me the opportunity to take all of her in without her even noticing.” I let my eyes roam over her long, shapely legs and I liked the way she had elegantly crossed them. She had a neat, nipped in waist and her breast were full and glorious. I lingered over them, clearly picturing what her nipples would look like.<br /><br />I must have got carried away as I forgot to check and see whether she was still reading. A slight turn of her head suddenly broke me out of my daze. I looked up dreading her anger or worse her giving me a mouthful of her disdain. I was surprised to see her checking me out in return. She caught my eye and smiled. She had a sweet face but that was a dirty smile! She placed her book down beside her. Her eyes gestured to the lavatory. I couldn’t believe she was actually going for it so soon.<br /><br />She stood up and walked over to the door, looking over her shoulder as she went. I knew what that stare meant. I jumped up and as she turned to close the door, I stopped her. I tried to think of something to say to her, but silence seemed more appropriate somehow. I closed the door behind me.<br /><br />For a moment we just stood looking at each other, becoming accustomed to each other’s eyes, each other’s scent. The slight rocking movement slowly pushed us closer together. She reached up to put her arms around my neck, I slid my hands around her waist. I kissed her, immediately sliding my tongue into her mouth. My hands slid down to her behind and grabbed at her round and firm buttocks. I pulled her against my groin to help my hard on along. It was barely necessary.<br /><br />I guided her backwards until her back was pressed up against the wall, holding her arms outstretched at shoulder level. I undid the buttons on her blouse and exposed the full breasts I’d been admiring tantalisingly covered in a pretty white, lacy bra. Her tits bounced with the movement of the train. I placed a hand on her breast and stroked the creamy, delicate skin. I kissed her again as I reached into her bra and went straight for her nipple. She had large, erect nipples that were sensitive as she gasped and sighed as I caressed them.<br /><br />Lifting her skirt, I pulled down her underwear and gently ran a finger over her cunt. She was wet and ready and that was enough for me now. I lifted one of her legs up and placed her foot on the edge of the basin. I slid my cock straight into her. She looked up at me with longing in her eyes and so I knew she was ready to get straight down to it. I immediately started to hammer my dick into her, the cheap wall banging with us. It was going to be obvious to anyone sitting the other side of it that there were people fucking behind them.<br /><br />It bothered neither of us. She was captivated by the thrusting, by my cock plunging into the centre of her being which she showed to me by matching my movements with her moans and sighs. She was lost to the ecstasy of my pounding her. Where her eyes were closed tightly shut mine were wide open. I watched my dick sliding in and out of her, covered in the juice of her hungry pussy. I watched her bite her lip while I fucked her harder, her tits brushing up against me.<br /><br />I rammed my cock into her as she screamed out, begging me to fuck her. I bet she never dared do this with her boyfriend, I thought. She looked as if she’d been waiting for this all her life. Pinning her hands above her head, I wanted to finish her off pretty soon. I was going to shoot my load any moment and I really wanted to see her totally lose control of herself. I moved my hand down to her tits and teased her stiff nipple. That was enough for her and she shouted, “I’m coming,” as she panted and struggled to catch her breath.<br /><br />The spasms in her cunt were deep and the way her body went still and rigid only served to make it all the easier to bury my orgasm further into her. I didn’t lose a single stroke as I pumped an endless climax into her beautiful pussy.<br /><br />We looked into each other’s eye for a moment before I pulled out of her and started to adjust my clothes. As she started to do up the buttons on her blouse, I stopped her, wanting to make the most of my last time of being close to those luscious breasts. I did them up myself and when I’d finished dressing her I placed a kiss on her forehead. I went to the door, gingerly opening it to check no-one was outside. Giving the all clear, we went back to out seats. With one last, sweetly coy smile, she picked up her book and carried on reading.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-89277634208362115252009-12-09T10:27:00.000-08:002010-05-26T10:34:14.277-07:00Feminization StoriesFeminization stories are intimate, delicate and intense. Feminization stories show the beautiful transformation of a sensual and sexual creature. They are about love, honesty and the ultimate pleausure. At Steamy Stories we share your belief in the right to express the feminine urges inside you. There are feminization stories to suit every fantasy.<br /><br /><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-dressed-my-boyfriend-in-womens.html">I Dressed My Boyfriend in Women's Clothes</a><br /><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-boss-forced-me-to-be-woman-for-her.html">My Boss Forced Me to be a Woman for her Pleasure</a><br /><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/2010/01/forced-feminization-by-my-demanding.html">Forced Feminization by My Demanding Neighbours</a><div><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/2010/04/forced-feminisation-shaved-and-pretty.html">Forced Feminization - Shaved and Pretty</a></div><div><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/2010/05/feminized-by-my-best-friend-from-black.html">Feminized by my Best Friend - from Black Tie to Evening Gown</a></div>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-82251783812007036782009-12-09T10:23:00.000-08:002009-12-09T10:25:27.831-08:00My Boss Forced Me to be a Woman for her PleasureMy boss was a right bitch. I’d never liked her and I wasn’t the only one. Her rages, her outbursts, her bullying ways were relentless. It was common for me and some of the other guys to talk about fucking her, it was a way of letting off steam and making light of the situation. But the fact of the matter was, she was terrifying - 6 foot tall, a strong build and a steely gaze. She was far from ugly too let me tell you which is always enough to strike fear into any man’s heart. She had long, luscious black hair and full, pouty lips that were mostly painted red.<br /><br />She lived nearby to me and occasionally she would give me a lift home if she saw me walking. The conversation was always stilted and uneasy so it was something I preferred to avoid if possible.<br /><br />Today was not going to be one of those days. In fact today had been an awful day and she’d made it that way. She’d shot the usual put downs my way, criticised my work in the most sarcastic manner possible and generally made me feel like a piece of shit - there‘d just been more of it than was usual and she‘d seemed to have thrived on it. I’d felt humiliation well up inside me and I knew it wasn’t going to go away just by leaving the office. Of all days, she chose this one to pick me up on the way home.<br /><br />What I wasn’t expecting was her to invite me in to hers for a quick drink. She had seemed quite sincere, almost sweet as she’d asked me so I didn’t like to refuse. I was also of course scared of what she’d be like tomorrow if I rejected her. So, with trepidation, I went into her home. It was exquisite. The furnishings were modern but with a classic feel, everything was immaculate and VERY expensive. This was a woman of control and taste - she knew exactly what she wanted.<br /><br />I sat down in the living room as she walked to the kitchen and I realised I hasn’t told her what I wanted. She hadn’t asked me. She shouted something through about how she rarely got to know her colleagues out of work beyond general small talk way. I thought to myself that it was hardly surprising, this hardcore bitch was never going to get any invites out. Somehow the coldness of her, admittedly, fine home only made me dislike her more, brought out more of the resentment I felt towards her.<br /><br />She walked back into the living room with 2 cocktails. I tried to suppress the look of surprise but inside I was thinking, “A cocktail? Hardly a man’s drink is it?” She paused slightly as she walked towards me, clocking the expression on my face. Raising one eyebrow, she said with a husky voice and a slightly wicked smile, “You never know, you might just like it.”<br /><br />She sat close to me on the sofa and ploughed on with her talk about the office. “I had singled you out from the start,” she said looking directly at me. I felt a rush of shock and discomfort. Where the hell was she going with all of this? Sure, I had joked about fucking her but I didn’t think I’d actually have the nerve to do it in reality. “You have a certain quality that I like,” she continued, “very sweet, very giving.” I smiled but she could see it wasn’t genuine. What the hell did she mean by that? She knew nothing about me.<br /><br />“You probably think I’m hardly fit to judge, seeing as I hardly know you.” My eyes suddenly widened at this insight. “But you’re wrong”, she said leaning over to me, “I know exactly what you are.” She was almost purring in her glee, the glint in her eyes told me she was getting aroused by her little game. She lifted her hand and gently stroked my hair. “So timid,” she whispered, “hardly a man at all.” My heart was pounding. I should be angry but I couldn’t get past the fear. I’d known all my life that I didn’t feel up to being a man. I fought and buried the sense of failure, tried to fit in with the guys and hoped and prayed no-one would ever notice.<br /><br />“I bet you’ve barely enough dick for a proper hard on right now.” She reached straight between my legs and grabbed my cock. She was right in that I was getting an erection - but now I feared her laughing at the size of my penis. Surely this was going to make it go down. She pressed hard on my crotch, caressing my cock, scrutinising my manhood. I let out a whimper. I hadn’t meant to. Our eyes met immediately - mine pleading with her not to mock me, hers merely amused. She cupped my face, pulling me closer to her, “looks like you’re ready to show yourself to me,” she said in a low voice, “it’s time to stop hiding.”<br /><br />She stood up and it was clear I was to follow her upstairs. I tried to find the courage and the words to tell her no, but the coward in me won. I followed her. In my mind I was still convincing myself that I would just fuck and her and get the hell out. Hopefully she wouldn’t play too many games with me in the process.<br /><br />Her bedroom was as perfectly well judged as the rest of the house, with an enormous bed being the centre piece. I couldn’t help but notice that it had ornate iron bars as part of its design. I shuddered. My boss stood in front of me, her 2 inch height advantage suddenly becoming more apparent. “Strip.” I slowly took my clothes off as she watched me. I felt exposed and inside I was screaming to run, to save myself the pain of this humiliation. So why was my cock twitching with the excitement as she ran her cool, emotionless gaze all over me. She clearly had ideas, I just wished she would throw me a scrap of comfort and tell me what they were. “There, a clean slate to work with, “ she said, “that feels better doesn’t it?” It didn’t but I nodded.<br /><br />She walked over to her underwear drawer and pulled out a bra and panties set. They were a soft, light pink, covered in frills and lace. The panties were see through. She had to be kidding. She tossed them over to me, “Put them on.” I stood still but my eyes darted over to the door. She caught my look and walked directly to the door, there was an angry air about her. I looked away as I heard her turn the key. “I shouldn’t have to tell you again, you fucking half wit, put them on.” Her voice was commanding and stern, but there was real rage building up in her too. I fumbled for the lingerie, my hands shaking. She rolled her eyes and tutted loudly, striding back over to me. She picked up the bra, placed the straps around my arms and then clasped it in place behind my back. That single act was like she was tying me up, binding me in some way. I wanted to be free but was not strong enough to fight back. She pulled on the panties, tucking my erection into it. She lightly brushed her hand against me, the soft fabric moving over my cock and sending waves of pleasure through me. I closed my eyes, trying to block the reality of me standing before her dressed as a woman. But how the soft material and the tightness of her bra around my chest felt betrayed my true thoughts. My mind was as trapped as my body was.<br /><br />Next she produced a suspender belt, stockings and the highest pair of heels I’d ever seen. Placing the belt around my waist, she pulled it tight. A further piece of my maleness was being subjugated as she secured it behind me. She had me raise my legs one at a time as she pulled on the silk stockings and snapped them in place. She placed the black, 10 inch heels before me and her eyes ordered me to step into them. My height was raised but my balance was precarious. I felt even more vulnerable.<br /><br />She saw my unsteady bearing and looked scornful, “A failure as a man and now a pathetic example of a woman.” She snapped her fingers and gestured to the large bed, “Lie down and spread your legs.” Fear prevented me from moving, but she took advantage of my weakened state, pushing me from behind. It wasn’t a forceful push but it was enough to make me topple onto the bed as she had wanted. I nervously shuffled myself into the middle and slowly parted my legs. The wicked smile slowly crossed her face again. “Good girl,” she sniggered. Reaching into the cabinet, she pulled out some silk ties. “No…” My protestations were merely above a high pitched squeak. Normally I’d have maybe just about been strong enough to fight her off but I was shaking and weakened by the prolonged angst. She sat astride me and pinned down one of my arms with her knee, laughing as she did so. She grabbed my free arm and tied it to the bars on the bed. Having done the same with my other wrist, she then moved to my ankles. I was spread out before her on her bed - her toy, her disposable plaything.<br /><br />She crawled her way up the bed, arms placed either side of me, her groin pressed against mine, she looked down at me and grinned as she rubbed up and down. “Does your sweet, little pussy like that?” she asked, “Is your cunt getting wet and hungry for dick?” My eyes closed, body restrained I hardly knew what I wanted or what I was any more. The lines between my mind and hers, my body and hers, were blurred. She had taken me over completely and her will was my own. I then heard a buzzing noise. Looking up at her I saw that she had a large, life-like dildo in her hand. There was no fear left in me, my reflex reaction now was to want her to put it between my legs, I could almost sense what it would feel like to have her thrust a cock into my moist pussy.<br /><br />She trailed her dildo down my stomach, “I know you want to feel my cock against your clit.” I stretched my body at the thought of the ecstasy this would bring, my hands and feet pulling against the ties. She took the tip of the vibrator and brushed it gently against my glans. I could hardly bear the wonderful sensation. I strained against the ties again, this time to try to part my legs wider, urging her to slide it into the pussy I was imagining I had. She pulled the dildo away and, lifting her skirt, pushed it into her own cunt, covering it with her glistening juices. Slowly withdrawing it, she leant over my face, her lips close to mine. “I want you to taste your wetness,” she said as she brought the shaft to my mouth, the overwhelming scent of an aroused female close to me. She put the tip in my mouth and I licked the wet cock, then running my tongue along the length. My mind was full of the image of this large, engorged cock having been inside me, wanting me. I was trembling and desperate to climax but my submission to her, to womanhood, rendered me helpless.<br /><br />I felt her pulling down my panties. “And now, my pretty and obedient whore, I’m going to fuck you until I’m done with you.” She was above me, her arms supporting her weight, her legs in-between mine. I felt her slide onto me, every sensation in my mind told me it was her cock entering me. I was being taken at last. Her movements were forceful and commanding, every thrust feeding her lust. She moaned with a low sound from the back of her throat and when she tossed her hair back I could see how her eyes burned with passion. As she used me harder and harder, I knew she was nearing her climax.<br /><br />Suddenly, she pressed her lips against mine, a kiss so fierce and deep I felt a sting of pain. As she kissed me she cried out and I felt the pleasure pulsing through her body as the weight of her crushed me. As if by unspoken agreement, her coming gave me permission to feel the pleasure of my own climax. An explosion of sensation took me whole - I was helpless and at her mercy as every ounce of strength drained from me. As my orgasm subsided and I lay on her bed spread eagled and satisfied, she planted a single, soft kiss on my lips.<br /><br />====================================================================<br /><br />Standing at her front door, dressed in my own clothes once again, I mumbled a good bye to her. Even after her using me for her own gratification, she still had an intensity in her stare, a permanent lust. She stroked the side of my face and planted a kiss on my cheek, before smiling and closing the door. I started my walk home, trying to comprehend how I felt about what had happened, of what she had made me. And as I walked I felt the soft rub of her panties on my skin, her last order to me being that I was to wear them home. I knew she would be buying me more to wear for her at work and my stomach lurched with anticipation.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-58136940749473255162009-12-08T13:42:00.000-08:002009-12-08T13:44:08.226-08:00A Passionate RowThe argument raged on, our words were heated and acrimonious. My girlfriend and I had never had an argument like it in the year we’d been together and I’d never seen her so animated. It had all spiralled from something trivial of course. But here we were screaming and shouting into each other’s faces.<br /><br />All the while that I was getting angrier and angrier, there was also a side of me that was enjoying myself. The abandon, the unleashing of feelings was kind of sexy. I found myself watching her wild, bright eyes, her flushed face and the way her words caught on her breath. She was out of control and I had a strong desire to tame her. I wanted to win this argument.<br /><br />I didn’t have to wait too much longer for my opportunity. I turned away from her, throwing my hands in the air in desperation and she wasn’t having any of it. Immediately, she grabbed my arm and insisted I turn to face her again. I did, but this time I meant business and the look on my face showed it. I stared down at her, silently. She shut up out of shock, but only for a moment. She went to speak again and I took my opportunity then. I grabbed both her shoulders and shouted, “enough!”<br /><br />She started to ask me how I dare talk to her like that, but I kissed her passionately. She tried to move her face away so I let her - but my grip on her shoulders remained. “You shouldn’t wind me up like this,” I said to her, “too much passion just reminds me of fucking you.” I knew this would enrage her but I wanted to see her strain and wriggle against me. “You fucking, heartless bastard,” she screamed. My instinct was to hold her tighter and kiss her more deeply. This time I prolonged the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue as I pressed her body against me, my erection now obvious to her.<br /><br />She was rigid but no longer resisting. She was clearly undecided which way her emotions were taking her now and I was gaining power. She pulled her head back, “I don’t think this is the right time..” she started to say. “ I think you can tell that I say otherwise,” I said directing her hand to my groin. “But I think we need to talk,” she protested. I picked her up and carried her over to the kitchen table, laying her flat. “Well, I don’t agree…and I’m the one with a cock,” I said as I lifted her dress and pulled down her underwear.<br /><br />To my surprise, she didn’t argue with that. I guess there’s no comeback. I put a finger in her cunt and found she was dripping wet. It seems my caveman act was more to her tastes then she’d ever let on. I’d not imagined I’d have been able to get this far, but seeing as I had, I wasn’t going to stop now. I slid the entire length of my shaft into her moist, willing pussy. “And you’re the one with a sweet, fuckable cunt.” She stayed silent but her eyes replied ‘yes’. I lifted her legs up, placing her ankles on my shoulders. Her shaven slit was completely exposed and my cock was buried deep inside it.<br /><br />“This is what happens when you fire me up, drive me wild.” I thrust hard into her. She’d looked hot when she was angry but she was looking irresistible humbled and yielding beneath me. She had draped her arms above her head, her tits falling from her dress and bouncing as I fucked her. My every movement was controlling her body it seemed.<br /><br />“Is this what you want really? You want to be banged like a dirty, little whore?” I expected her to answer back to such a demeaning comment. When she breathed, “yes” back to me I knew I had her right where I wanted her. I had hoped she’d go for a rough fuck but would never have dreamed she’d accept being screwed like a cheap slut. I held onto the sides of the table and rammed my cock hard into her slit, all of the anger that I’d felt turning into a one track desire to cum, to fill up that pussy with my load.<br /><br />I’d never heard her make so much noise during sex. She was crying out, “fuck me” time and time again, “make me cum.” “Then show me how much you need me to fuck you, spread your legs wider.” She pressed her feet against my shoulders and gave me deeper access to her cunt. She cried out again and I knew she was nearly there. A few more thrusts was going to have her cumming all over my cock. She let out a guttural moan, grinding her hips and throwing back her head.<br /><br />Nothing was going to stop me driving my climax home now. Pushing her legs apart even further, I felt the hot spurt shoot from by body as I thought only of her cunt and my glory.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-13622819771934990162009-12-08T02:05:00.000-08:002009-12-08T02:06:47.870-08:00The Dutiful CuckoldA rare pleasure, I was permitted to bring my wife to climax by licking her pussy. She was spread eagled before me on the couch, I was knelt before her and desperate for the chance to prove myself. As I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt, she suddenly pushed my head away and sighed with disappointment. “I’m not even getting wet,” she said as she rolled her eyes. I knew who she really wanted. She had been satisfied and entertained by her lover for over 2 years now, all her needs gratified by a better man than me. Lovelorn and pathetic, I stood by and said nothing like the cuckold I was. I put my wife’s happiness before my own and when all was said and done, I just wasn’t up to making her come like he could.<br /><br />He had been away for a few days and I was hoping that her sexual frustration would steer her affections towards me but she’d paid me hardly any attention at all. In fact I got less attention than usual seeing as I hadn’t been needed to help her dress up for him. This was part of it all for her, had been from the start. She knew I found her irresistible, that the sight of her in her lingerie, stockings and heels would leave me spellbound. I watched her brush her hair, put on her make up and would tell her how beautiful she looked, feeding her ego as she prepared herself for another man. It was my job to make her feel desirable, I was merely part of the foreplay.<br /><br />Usually I stayed out of the way when her lover arrived. I would let him into the house and then make myself scarce, often able to hear the sounds of their ecstasy down the hall. I was both taunted and happy - ashamed at not being able to gratify her needs myself but content that she was getting all she desired. Today, after getting that brief taste of her, I wanted to be close to her again. I didn’t know if it was going to be torturous or beautiful but I was going to watch her being fucked by her lover. I wanted to know what she had been missing so much.<br /><br />I walked towards the bedroom, hearing the laughter and whispering as I drew closer. Knocking as I opened the door I saw them both lying together on the bed, him naked and her in just her stockings and heels. He was holding her, his hands roaming all over her soft skin. They looked at me but didn’t stop. I sat down on the end of the bed as they resumed kissing. His hand reached up to her breasts and she sighed at his delicate touch.<br /><br />He lay her down fully on her back and started to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed again, this time with the anticipation of where she knew he was heading. She knew her lovers moves, they clearly had an intimate connection. Momentarily I felt the intruder. But then she moved her foot over to me and I rested my hand on her ankle. Just to touch her at this time felt electric, as if I was the one stimulating her. As he licked her nipples I stroked her calf. She extended her leg and flexed her foot so I took that as a sign that she was glad that I was there. His hand moved down as he sucked on her breasts, parting her legs. I saw that beautiful pussy, the glistening wetness that he had roused. Her sharp intake of breath matched the timing of his fingers exploring damp folds of her cunt and he expertly stroked her clit. Her hips started to rock back and forth and she went straight for his cock. He was hard and her hand felt the full length of him, lightly stroking him. He slipped his fingers inside her and she grabbed at him more roughly, fondling his balls.<br /><br />He rolled on top of her and kissed her deeply. I could see her parting her legs wider, inviting him inside her. With one delicate and smooth movement he slid his cock into her. Moving up the bed, I could see her face - she was lost in the ecstasy, taken by the joy of his cock stretching her beautiful, tight pussy. She was so moist I could see her wetness on his cock as he withdrew. Holding her hands firmly yet lovingly above her head, he smiled down at her. She opened her eyes and a sweet smile lit up her face as their gaze met. He plunged deep into her again and her head tilted back. He kissed her neck as he started to thrust a little harder into her.<br /><br />I was transfixed by the glow in her cheeks, the blissful moaning. He was fucking her in exactly the way she wanted, pressed down on her willing body. His every movement welcomed. I could see the pleasure mounting within her in the way I remembered. She rolled her head, her moaning turning to gasps. I watched as her body stretched and she offered her pussy up to his pounding. He thrust his cock in her to the hilt and her climax surged through her. She called out his name as her body shook. I took her hand in mine as her awareness turned to me.<br /><br />With her eyes half opened she looked over to me and she smiled a contented smile - triumphant and glorious. Her lover raised himself up as his own climax approached. He was fucking her fast now, taking his pleasure in my wife’s pussy, where he had moments before brought her the sexual joy I was no longer permitted. Her face turned back to him, stroking his shoulders and chest as he pumped his orgasm into her.<br /><br />Exhausted, he lay on top of her as she cradled him in her arms. They kissed tenderly and I stood to leave them to bask in their shared moment. As I left our bedroom, awash with mixed feelings, I was certain of one thing. I couldn’t wait to be with my wife again, to tell her of how exquisitely beautiful she had looked and how much I worshiped her.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-59488006977446935072009-12-02T17:23:00.000-08:002009-12-02T17:26:23.134-08:00First Time Spanking Stories of a 22 Year OldI’d heard other people’s spanking stories, I knew that such a thing existed. But as a young woman of 22 I’d not yet had the chance to find out for myself what it was like - the feel of a firm hand striking my flesh. I’d mentioned it to boyfriends but they’d either ignored me or weren’t interested so I thought I was never going to get my chance.<br /><br />But with Paul I suspected my luck had changed. He was older, at 36, tall, strong and caring but slightly distant. We weren’t dating yet, but I saw the way he looked at me - taking in my tall, slender frame, my long blonde hair, the hint of cleavage that I always had on show. And particularly my ass. Curvy but firm, it was an ass to be proud of and I certainly was. Pencil skirts for the office, tight jeans for the day, a figure hugging satin job for evenings out. I loved the feel of a man’s hand stroking it, caressing it, grabbing it. Made me feel sexy, seductive.<br /><br />And yet Paul rarely touched me in the way men normally did. He was never out of control of himself, always holding back. Any desire he showed me was always limited to the intense look in his eyes.<br /><br />One night at his, I turned up knowing that something was going to be different. He had been building up to something, asking me questions about how open minded I was, trying to gauge how amenable to his suggestions I would be. Clearly I passed the test as here I was, dressed in a simple back dress but with red lingerie underneath. I was ready for anything.<br /><br />He led me to the living room and poured me a glass on wine. Sitting on the sofa we talked for a while, but it was all small talk. The air between us was charged. From his side it was anticipation of knowing what was to come and from mine the thrill of uncertainty, wondering what he was going to do to me. The power imbalance had been silently agreed and we were both clearly happy with it.<br /><br />A couple of glasses of wine later, Paul stood up and without saying a word, led me over to the dining table. Stood next to it, he lifted up my dress, exposing my ass. He reached his hands around me and stroked my behind, planting a solitary kiss on my lips as he did so. My heart was racing as he lowered my thong to the floor. He moved his head down to my neck and I tipped my head to one side. I gasped as he ran his finger over my pussy at the same time as gently kissing my neck. He must have felt me getting moist and heard my heavy breathing as he decided now was the time to change the pace.<br /><br />Bending me over the table, my face against the surface, my arms stretched out in front of me, my feet placed on the floor and wide apart. He started to caress me. His hands were gentle and I instantly shuddered at how good it felt. He ran his hand over my ass, feeling the outline of my shape. Then he slipped down to between my thighs and he ran a finger gently over my pussy, as lightly as before. The one soft movement sent a shock of electricity through me. I wanted more of him now, wanted him to grab me or take me. But he merely continued to gently caress me, his touch controlling my building excitement. I couldn’t see him but I knew his eyes were taking in all of me, my naked body, my exposed sex.<br /><br />He then leant over me, his body pressing down on mine and the heat of him close to me. I could feel he was hard, his groin pressed against my ass. Leaning in against my ear, he whispered, “Do you want more?” Unable to trust myself not to merely squeak my answer, I nodded.<br /><br />Pulling himself back to standing behind me, he caressed my buttock again. He paused, I felt nothing and knew nothing of what was happening. Then out of nowhere there was the slap - him striking my ass. I heard the sound of it before it sank in what he had done. I felt the tingle, the sting on my flesh, the rush of adrenaline. A feeling washed over me, of wanting to press myself into the table more, to expose myself more, to be under his control. I knew I deserved it. I couldn’t wait for the next spanking, and didn’t have to wait long before he ran his hand across my other butt cheek. I was raising my ass up, lifting myself up on my toes. The slap hit me and I knew this one would leave a mark on my pale skin. The shame of loving it so much made me blush, made me want to lash out at him back. But I was rooted to the spot, wanting more of that exquisite sting.<br /><br />“I didn’t hear you cry out,” he said, “I don’t think you’ve been taught any lessons yet.” What should I say, a flash of uncertainty rush through my mind. If I said no, how far would he go? But I knew I couldn’t stop now. “You don’t know how bad I can be. And I love it. Your spanking won’t stop me.” I hardly knew where the words came from, but I wanted to challenge him. His reproach was swift. No sooner had I thought those thoughts than his hand slapped against my ass again, harder this time. Shock, pain and humiliation again consumed me. I was addicted to them all, to his power over me. My silence this time showed him I was sorry for talking back to him. I closed my eyes and waited for my further punishment. He spanked me again, and then again quickly after. The skin on my ass started to burn, I felt hot inside. My body started to change from receptive to bracing myself. I was near the limit. How far would he take me past it. He sensed my fears and stroked the glowing red skin on my buttocks, soothing the pain away. And then, with a pause I had started to fear, I knew he had raised his hand again and I cried out with the contact. I was exhausted, my head and body welcoming the cool of the table surface.<br /><br />He knew when I was truly his, without any fight left. I had ran the gamut of feelings from ecstasy to shame and was now ready for him to teach me my final lesson, and for him to enjoy my total submission. He slid his hands under my hips and raised me up, to the position I had moments before been straining to put myself in. I relaxed into whatever position he wanted for me. He entered me smoothly, silently and firmly. He held himself still inside me for a moment, taking in the moment of his conquest. Then, with authority, he took me. With a few thrusts, I felt my body start to tremble and tense before the climax ripped through me. With the energy I had left, I whispered his name as I was coming. He continued to drive his cock into me with his grip on me tightening as he approached his orgasm. With his last, hard thrusts he silently shot his load into me - his triumph and my surrender was complete.Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-24005996056343715022009-11-26T15:56:00.000-08:002009-12-02T05:33:32.036-08:00I Dressed My Boyfriend in Women's ClothesI had always been the one in control in our relationship. It’s not that my boyfriend was totally submissive or anything, but more that I just had a more dominant streak. If I suggested something, we usually did it and we often used to joke about how I wore the pants out of the two of us! But whenever we said this, I used to think that what would really be interesting would be if I actually dressed my boyfriend in women’s clothes - I wear the pants, he wears the dresses. Sometimes, I suspected that he imagined it too, but I knew he would never say anything first. He would wait for my lead.<br /><br />One night, on a quiet evening at home, I decided I was going to go for it. I knew him well enough to know that the best way to go about this was to come straight out with it. He’d be surprised but he’d do as I asked. “I’ve always wanted to dress you up in women’s clothes,” I said. His head whipped round, his eyes wide. I quickly added, “let’s face it, you’ve definitely got the legs for it,” with a reassuring smile. Looking uncertain but intrigued, he replied, “ok”.<br /><br />Taking his hand, I led him up to the bedroom. I started to undress him, to unpeel the layers of his male clothes and to look at him naked, to think of how I would feminise him with this new look. The best place to start of course, I thought, is lingerie. I walked over to my lingerie draw and pulled out a silky, black basque with matching silk panties. Looking over at him, I smiled as I then reached for a pair of my smoothest black stockings, “and we’ll need these of course.”<br /><br />His eyes were fixed on the underwear as I walked back to him, never having worn anything like it before in his life but anticipation building in him. “This will give you the shape you need to look like a woman,” I said, fitting the basque around him. I walked around to the back and pulled on the lace to nip in the waist, tying it up and running my hands over his feminine curves. I then picked up the panties, slowly sliding them up his thighs. He shuddered slightly at the light, soft touch of the silk against his skin. “Sit down on the bed,” I instructed him. I carefully, placed a stocking at the end of his foot and gently slid it onto his leg, smoothing it against his skin as I moved upwards. I took the suspenders at the top and clicked the stocking into place. His face flushed, I knew he had enjoyed the delicate touch of the nylon and so was extra indulgent when putting the second one on him. I caressed his leg as I moved up to the top of his thigh, complementing him on his long, slim and feminine legs.<br /><br />And what better way to show off a great pair of legs than with some sexy heels. My size wasn’t too much smaller than his and I knew just the pair that would fit. Killer heels, with a metal stiletto but with a dainty strap around the back of the heel. “You’re going to have to learn how to walk in these fuck me heels,” I said, winking at him. He half smiled back at me. There were still some nerves, I could see them in his face. I knelt down and lovingly placed my favourite pair of heels on him, gliding them on easily over his stockinged feet.<br /><br />“Stand up and let me look at you,” I said to him. As he raised himself up, I saw a totally different figure. The shape was lean with a curve around the hips and as he turned around for me it made his behind more shapely too. To complete the look, he needed the icing on the cake of womanhood - make up. Sitting him down on the bed again, I got my make up and started to get to work on him. Full dark, smoky eyes and red lips with a hint of gloss, his face was beautiful and seductive. How can I not share my long, black haired wig with him to complete the look? I’d worn it many times when dressing up for him. Now I realised that when he’d run his fingers through it he was yearning to wear it himself.<br /><br />“Now,” I said gently taking his hand in mine, “come see how beautiful you are my sweetheart.” I took him over to the mirror and let him take in the vision that was before him. He had never been so resplendent, so enticing. His hands hovered over his figure, wanting to touch the soft fabrics on his skin. He hesitated, so I did it for him. Running my hands all over him, down to his thighs and between his legs. I had dressed my boyfriend in women’s clothes and now I was going to enjoy deflowering him!<br /><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/"><br />Steamy Stories</a>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-80314679844922202412009-11-25T09:49:00.001-08:002009-11-25T09:49:50.450-08:00Caught Pleasuring Myself at WorkBeing the only woman in an office can have its downsides. No one to talk about shoes to, a lack of interest in my favourite TV programmes! But one of the plus sides is that I get to see a stream of good looking, horny guys come past my desk every day. Some of them make me so hot it’s hard to tear my eyes away from them. What I wasn’t expecting was that one day my staring would lead to me getting caught pleasuring myself at work!<br /><br />It was late and I had a few emails to finish off. There was no one else still around as I had checked when I nipped to the bathroom and so I thought I may as well make use of a bit of privacy for a change. I decided, “Hey, what’s the hurry, emails can wait 5 minutes!”<br /><br />I had been thinking all afternoon of a particular guy that had been in that morning. I had been moist all afternoon just thinking of what he would do to me. I sighed and put my head on the back of my seat, closing my eyes as I slid my hand up my skirt and towards my wet pussy. Pulling my thong to one side, I dipped a finger deep into my cunt to get myself going. Just the thought of imagining this guy’s finger in my pussy was enough to send shivers up and down my spine. Just a quick flick was not going to be enough today!<br /><br />I slid off my underwear and raised my feet onto the desk so that I had total access to my hungry clit. With one hand circling my shaven pussy, the other started to reach inside my blouse and into my bra. My nipples were rock hard. I threw off my top and bra now as I wanted to be able to stroke all around my big, sensuous breasts, teasing my nipples while imagining his tongue sucking away on them. Back to fingering my pussy, I just couldn’t get deep enough to imagine his cock thrusting into me so off came the skirt and I was now totally naked but for my heels. Laying down over my desk, I now spread myself wide open and caressed my tits and cunt as freely as I liked. <br /><br />I was moaning as I lightly flicked my sweet, little clit, thinking of him licking me to heaven. I didn’t give a second thought to getting caught pleasuring myself at work, I was lost in the fantasy of getting expertly fucked at work! I licked my juices off my fingers and plunged them straight in again, starting to ache for a real cock in me. My hips were raising up and down trying to let my fingers work faster and harder, to make me come in the one environment I knew I would get in trouble for it. <br /><br />I didn’t care. All I wanted was the sweet release and kept thinking of him fucking and pounding me over my desk. The ecstasy was building and I knew I was going to come. It was then I heard a noise outside my office. Looking over, I saw another colleague of mine, Harry. He was standing just behind a door and had been watching the whole thing! He was flushed, his eyes wide and he was clearly wanking himself as I rubbed my clit. I knew the shame of getting caught pleasuring myself at work, of being spread eagled and naked across my desk and of furiously stroking my dripping wet pussy was going to get to me afterwards. But right now, I just wanted to climax.<br /><br />Looking straight at him, I parted the lips of my cunt with one hand, letting him see every bit of me, every bit of the furious stroking and flicking I was doing with my other hand. I threw my head back and revelled in my new audience, letting the pleasure out and shrieking as I finger fucked myself. <br /><br />I felt the blissful rise of my climax coming to me. Crying out, I called, “I’m coming” as the pulsing pleasure tore through me. <br /><br />With my erratic breathing starting to calm again, I was now ready to look up and into the face of my voyeur. He had shot his load too and now looked at the floor, too nervous of looking back at me. I drew my legs back together and jumped down off the desk to dress myself again. I figured the best thing was to act normal and get on with my emails!<br /><br />But in my mind I wondered whether I was secretly pleased, whether I would enjoy more men watching me and if Harry would tell. I was already starting to look forward to the next time I got caught pleasuring myself at work!Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-51804081280205904652009-11-23T16:24:00.000-08:002009-12-02T05:34:53.989-08:00Bar TalesDave was always at his local bar. There was precious little else going on in his life and at least he wasn’t in every night staring at the four walls. He was at least staring at the girls that came into the bar instead. There were some pretty hot ones too, particularly at the weekends as they dropped by the bar, dressed up to the nines ready for a night on the town.<br /><br />There was one in particular he had his eye on. She was a petite brunette but with curves in all the right places and she certainly was not afraid to show them off. She wasn’t slutty, more confident in her own skin - something Dave certainly wasn’t. Stare was all he could do, safe in the knowledge that he would never find the courage to approach her or in fact any of them.<br /><br />Occasionally he wondered if she looked over at him but figured that if she did it was only because he was starting at her. Or maybe it was that time of the night when the beer starting to work its magic and he was imagining things. Either way, he never got a second look out of her and frankly, him not being exactly a catch, he wasn’t surprised.<br /><br />One Saturday she came into the bar quite late. There were fewer friends with her than usual and she had a pretty, white dress on that didn’t look like it had been chosen for a night out on the pull. In fact, she looked quite sweet in it. Dave was even more transfixed than ever.<br /><br />He went up to the bar to get himself another drink and to his amazement he suddenly found himself stood right next to her. He was desperate to look at her but kept his gaze ahead. In looking forward he had forgotten the mirror behind the bar and turned headlong into full eye contact. He was so stunned he didn’t look away. Amazingly she stared right back, breaking into a coy smile. Without knowing were the nerve came from, he turned right round to her , “Can I get you a drink?”<br /><br />She raised an eyebrow at him, as surprised as he was at his sudden confidence. “Great”, she said, “make mine a white wine.”<br /><br />With drinks in front of them now, still stood at the bare, Dave found himself having to stand close to her as they talked. It was a great excuse, there not being much room! Pressed up against her and leaning in to hear what she was saying, he got a magnificent view down the front of her dress and her tits were as good as he could ever hope for. A good size for someone so petite elsewhere!<br /><br />She wasn’t backing away from him at all. In fact she was pressing her body against his groin now and the look in her eyes was unmistakeable. She wanted to get fucked and was coming onto him without question. He had no idea why she had picked him and didn’t care. She leant in even closer and took him by the hand. He looked back at her confused for a second but then realised she was leading him outside to the back of the bar. It was a private area for staff only, darkly lit and empty during this busy time - perfect.<br /><br />Immediately she kissed him, her tongue going deep. Hungry and with a promise of so much more, her kiss was experienced and passionate. Her hand reached straight for his cock, reaching inside his fly to unleash him, wasting no time in getting closer to the banging she longed for.<br /><br />His hands were straight onto her tits, pulling her dress off her shoulders and letting it fall down over her breasts and he felt a rush of excitement at exposing them to the night air. She moved backwards, walking towards a ledge by the wall. He lifted her up onto it and instantly put his arms tight around her, kissing her deeply as he pushed his whole body against her as she wrapped her legs around him.<br /><br />With one hand he reached down and slid his hand into her underwear and straight to her dripping wet pussy. She was ready to be fucked right here and now and he had wanted her for so long he was going to go ahead and take her. With one move he pulled off her thong and drove his cock into her cunt, all the way in. She threw back her head and sighed a deep sigh, arching her back and looking like just the feel of him inside her was enough to make her come instantly.<br /><br />He pulled out and thrust roughly into her again. Again, she sighed, rolling her head to one side, her eyes closed. She was his and he knew he could do what he wanted. He reached his hands round to her curvy, smooth behind and in the process pulled himself deeper into her. She groaned, tightening the grip of her legs around his waist, her whole body begging him to take her to the climax she was desperate for. Again, he thrust hard. This time he didn’t stop to see the effect, he started to pump into her with only one aim. Quickening, he had never fucked so hard before. He was aware of her breathing, the light whimpers, but all he could do was look down, watching her pussy take the length of his member time and again, right up to his balls.<br /><br />He could feel the pulsing in his cock, the rise of ecstasy as he fired a jet of creamy come into her with more force than he’d ever known. Clasping her, he made sure every drop went into her cunt.<br /><br />He looked up at her face and saw she was flushed, her breathing slower and her eye lids slightly heavy so he knew she was sated. He pulled out of her and straightened his clothing, ready to go back into the bar. The relief at not being caught started to catch up with him, for the first time noticing the shadows of people from inside. But would he do it again next she was in? Of that he was certain.<br /><br /><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/">Steamy Stories</a>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-53034080458775156122009-10-26T09:18:00.000-07:002009-12-02T05:34:21.975-08:00She Had the PowerEvery day he saw her from afar, every day he yearned to fuck her. She was tall, blonde, cool and aloof and she turned heads wherever she went. She was a top student at the university they attended; he was a nobody getting by through the skin of his teeth. He doubted she even knew who he was. But everyday he would try to be near her, to get a glimpse of her in the pub, lecture or with her friends.<br /><br />There was always their mutual friend, he was always trying to strengthen that connection. But when it came to an introduction, would he grab at the chance? No, he would walk away frustrated, go home and wank over her, imagining all the things he would do to her if he had the chance.<br /><br />But he’d started to notice something different about her recently, he was certain. Whereas before she had hardly acknowledged him, now she seemed to look at him for slightly longer. There was a curiosity there.<br /><br />This look met him when he bumped into her one evening on his way home from a night out. She was walking alone. Was this the perfect chance to get close to her, to walk her back to her place? She seemed keen to let this happen and gave him that curious smile. Somehow, he was not feeling in control of this situation! She did most of the talking, he tried to avoid her gaze.<br /><br />“Do you want to come in for a coffee?” she asked when they arrived. Nervously he accepted. She led him to the kitchen and he sat down.<br /><br />“I get the feeling you’re not comfortable around me.” He was struck with terror. It was obvious she knew the affect she was having on him - but was this his chance to succeed with her? Or was he walking right into abject humiliation. “I’m a little unsure, perhaps?” he replied.<br /><br />“And why is that I wonder,” she said with an air of amusement. “Is it because you’re worried that I might see through you?” Frozen to the spot he just looked up at her, standing over him with one hand on her hip.<br /><br />She flicked back her hair and leant in closer to him. “Do you wank over me?” she said sternly. The smell of her perfume, the closeness of her soft skin, he could no longer tell if he was scared or aroused. He nodded meekly.<br /><br />He was now cornered and he knew it. “And what exactly do you imagine, sucking on my tits?” With this, she lifted up her top slowly, revealing her big, lightly tanned breasts spilling over the top of her bra. She reached for the straps and slowly pulled them down to reveal the full splendour of her tits, placed just in front of his face. He was transfixed, his cock was rock hard. “What if someone walks in?” he whispered. “Then they’ll see what a pathetic little perv you are, won’t they?” She half laughed as she said this, clearly enjoying the power she had over him.<br /><br />“Do you imagine sucking on my gorgeous tits?” she continued. “Taking my nipples in your mouth and running your tongue around them?” She ran her fingers slowly around her nipples making them hard. He nodded again, looking up at her with lust and fear. His eyes pleaded with her, half begging for her to take pity on him and let him go and half desperately hoping she would relieve him, to touch his rigid cock if only for a moment.<br /><br />“What do you do when you think of my tits, do you take your puny dick in your hand? Do you wank yourself off thinking of fucking me?” He nodded. She looked down at his cock straining in his trousers, twitching with the anticipation. “Do it now”, she demanded. “Take your maggot sized cock in your hand, and wank yourself off over me.”<br /><br />His eyes darted over to the door. He knew he was in danger of getting caught in the act but the desire to pleasure himself was too much.<br /><br />She pressed her tits close to his face, her nipples only inches away from his mouth. He could barely hold back the desire to reach out his tongue, to lick those gorgeous brown teats in front of him. But the humiliation also coursed through him. He was reaching for his rock hard dick, sliding his hand up and down on the shaft and looking at the cold sense of gratification that crossed her face as he did it.<br /><br />She moved her hands down her body and slowly slid her skirt up to the top of her thighs, then placing one leg on the chair next to him. He could see the soft flesh of the inside of her thigh and there was a glimpse of the white lace of her underwear. All he could think of was how close the piece of material was to her warm, wet pussy. But as soon as his eyes looked down to take it all in, she demanded he look up. “Look into my eyes, you worthless fuck. And keep wanking that prick of yours ‘til you cum all over yourself. Drain your excuse for a ball sack right over your pants.” She moved her body closer to him. He tried to stay in the same position, fearing what she would do if he accidentally touched her. “Let’s face it, it’s not like you’ll ever get the chance to shoot your load into a real women is it?”<br /><br />He wanted to grab her, pull her thong aside and push her over the table. He wanted to pound his cock into her pussy and climax as he thrust it into her. But he knew she was right, he was trapped by his inadequacies, his mixture of fear and adoration rendered him useless. The closer he was to cumming, the more he knew she had won. He was wanking hard now, his eyes glazed, his breathing heavy. She leaned in and cupped her tits in her hands, caressing and stroking every inch of the silken, smooth flesh.<br /><br />He could hold back no more. If one of her housemates walked in now she’d see him, cock in hand, face flushed and cum shooting from him so hard it was like he’d never climaxed before. He cried out as he spasmed and jerked to an end.<br /><br />She viewed at him with detachment. “Look at you, drenched in your own jizz”, she said with a sneer. “I think it’s time you put your dick away and got the fuck out of here. This little game is so over for me.” She walked away and adjusted her clothing.<br /><br />He put his limp prick back into his pants and stood up to leave. She didn’t turn around to say anything and he instinctively knew he wouldn’t be permitted to speak to her. He walked out of the door and the thoughts started racing through his mind. What the hell was he going to do when he saw her next? Could he do anything but hang his head in shame? Would she look at him? And most importantly, he thought, could he find the strength to resist her if she commanded him to do it again?<br /><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/"><br /></a><a>Steamy Storie</a><a href="http://steamystoriescometrue.blogspot.com/">s</a>Steamy Storieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16543481234542849503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1453632218023502127.post-25117083484419581142009-10-26T09:15:00.000-07:002009-10-30T04:15:32.092-07:00The Geeky DreamerStephen was an ordinary looking guy. Nothing special about him in any way and he knew it. Now in his mid thirties, he’d never been successful with women and had to resign himself to lusting after them from a distance. No girlfriend but a bucket load of sexual frustration was his lot in life. But there was one girl particularly on his mind most at the moment, Olivia, a friend of his flat mate’s and she was perfect. A petite brunette with a tight yet curvy arse and small but pert tits. She looked like she had great nipples too as Stephen could often see them through her top and always felt a twitch of desire as he imagined running his tongue around them.<br /><br />When Stephen opened the door to her one afternoon he felt mixed reactions at his flatmate being out. Too shy to make a move but desperate to get time on his own with her, he let her in with a mumbled offer of a drink. “Make it a wine and you’ve got yourself a deal”, said Olivia with a undeniably cheeky smile. He’d seen that smile many a time before. It gave him hope but he was never sure whether it went so far as to be an invitation. But this time she kept on looking at him, eyeing him as he opened a bottle.<br /><br />She followed him into the kitchen and stood right in front of him. She looked right up into his eyes and tugged on his shirt to indicate that he should kiss her. Amazed but instantly aroused he bent down and placed his lips on hers, tasting the wine on her mouth and feeling the warmth of her body as she started to press it against his. He nervously started to put his arms around her and feel some of that great body and she went along with every move he made. Her tongue went deep into his mouth and she started to rub against his crotch.<br /><br />There was no hiding how he felt this time, his cock was already hard and she in turn showed him how desperate she was for it. Leading him back into the living room she started to undo his shirt and looked lustily at his hairy chest. For a bit of a geek, he was clearly hiding a rugged masculinity and she was ready to unleash it. She lay back on the sofa and hitched up her skirt. She had stockings on and a tiny, white, thong that hardly covered her mostly shaven pussy. He slid his hand into the front of the triangle of cloth that covered her cunt and reached for her wet clit. She pulled his head down to kiss her as her legs instantly parted at his touch.<br /><br />This was too much for him; he needed to see her breasts now. Undoing her blouse and pulling down her bra he revealed those beautiful, brown nipples - hard and waiting to be sucked on. She reached down to undo his belt and released his pulsing cock, smoothly stroking its length right down to his balls. He was clearly ready to fuck her.<br /><br />This was clearly the kind of confident and commanding decision that she was waiting for as he looked down to find her she sliding her thong down, spreading her legs wide for him and leaving her pussy open and ready. He was instantly on top of her, taking her arms gently and holding them above her head. She was completely his - he could hardly believe it was happening.<br /><br />He steadily thrust his cock deep into her pussy in one go and watched her face as she let out a cry of pleasure. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, looking from his face down his body and to his cock that he was now sliding in and out of her. He was all man after all and he was going to show her that. “Spread your legs wider”, he said to her. “I want you to prove how much you want to be fucked by me.”<br /><br />She obeyed him without question, opening her legs even wider as he started to thrust into her faster and harder. Her pussy was dripping wet and he knew he had her under his control. He leant down and kissed her neck and he could feel her body rise and succumb to him pounding her. This girl wanted to be fucked and was going to do anything to make herself available to him in order to get it.<br /><br />His dream was really happening. 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