Olivia Twist The True Story
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I was so used to this scenario. Both exciting and scary, it really made me feel special and extremely sexy.
Standing outside the train station I felt a little like a circus act as everyone was looking at me as they walked past.
I am usually a people watcher myself, but now the shoe was definitely on the other foot.
I could see the women looking, but the men were actually staring. Some would even give a second look after they had walked past.
I searched in my black pvc hand bag for my cigarettes and stood smoking in a feminine way. This seem to bring on more attention.
There is something about smoking (if done properly) that is sexually appealing to a lot of men, and it certainly makes me feel slutty.
My phone ‘pinged’ and a quick glance showed that I had been paid my deposit.
I had insisted on the deposit payment to cover my travel costs as I had been let down on a few occasions. I could now make the short train journey from Portsmouth to Southampton.
When walking down the platform I looked at my reflection in the windows and I did look sexy. I was now down to size 16 from a size 22 and my months of dieting and exercise had paid off. I did look very sexy indeed, I don’t mind admitting that myself!
Once on the train, I removed my long black PVC Mac and placed it on the overhead stowage. I had to stretch a little and my tight leather pencil skirt hitched up as I did so. When I turned around I could see most of the carriage staring at me.
I just smiled and sat down, crossing my legs as I did so.
At the next stop a guy sat opposite me and I just knew he could not take his eyes off my heavily made up face, my legs and my cleavage.
My make up was more Saturday night clubbing than Monday morning at 10am. Dark blue eye shadow, lots of black eye liner and dark pink blusher. My lips were bright red and I had over painted them with dark red lip liner. All the above (and the way I was dressed) was previously arranged and agreed to.
My legs were encased in sheer black nylon, and I was wearing 5” black patent stiletto heels as my client had decreed.
On top I was wearing a bottle green coloured satin blouse, which I had undone to show more than average amount of cleavage. I was wearing a black lacy ‘balcony bra’ which really pushed my boobs upwards and together. I also wore a chunky pearl necklace and had matching drop earrings.
I certainly looked the part. Exactly as booked.
On the hour my phone pinged once again.
I knew what this was going to be.
“You ready for FaceTime?” He had messaged.
“Yes! I text replied. “But it must be silent, as the train is busy” I put my phone on vibrate.
The phone started to vibrate and I accepted his video call.
He was laid in his hotel bed. His body looked bigger than what he had done on the last occasion we had met some 6 months previously.
He smiled as he saw my heavily made up face, blouse and cleavage! I could see his lips moving saying ‘wow!’ And such like. I moved the phone down to show him my skirt, legs and shoes.
I then put it back to my face and I smiled and waved goodbye.
He immediately text me and said I looked fantastic and I had obviously lost a lot of weight. He thanked me for dressing (and acting) to his exact requirements and again said I looked tremendous now I had slimmed down.
That is the type of girl I had grown into. Giving men exactly what they want. I had become extremely popular because of this and I now had a substantial portfolio of regulars who often visited my house purely for sex.
This guy was different as he always wanted to meet at his business hotels, something I enjoy doing once my travelling costs and business logistics are sorted out.
I arrived at Southampton and went out towards the taxi rank.
The taxi driver (who was a sexy Asian guy in his 20’s) couldn’t keep his eyes off me in the rear view mirror. I flaunted with him, by opening my mac and readily exposing my cleavage to him
The hotel was the huge one on the harbour front.
On arrival at the hotel I text him to tell him I was there and I attached a selfie photo of me outside. My phone immediately pinged and he had deposited the rest of my tribute to my bank account, and in the notes on the transaction it said ‘Room 304’.
I walked into the plush building and straight to the lifts. I had used this hotel a few times before when I had gone on ‘tour’. It was very classy and ‘safe’ to use.
I arrived outside his room and noticed the door was slightly ajar. I took a deep breath before I entered.
Part 2
The room smelt fresh of cheap, sweet aftershave.
He was no where to be seen, but there was a note on the bed which I picked up and read.
“Make yourself comfy. Feel free to smoke when I come in. I won’t be long. X”
The ‘feel free to smoke’ meant that he wanted me to smoke in his arrival into the room. This was a very common request, especially from non smokers, oddly.
A look up towards the ceiling showed he had done his homework and had a plastic bag taped over the smoke monitor. I know that most big hotels have a ‘fine policy’ if it’s obvious you have been smoking. I am sure this guys firm would be taking up this financial responsibility.
I heard him in the bathroom moving around.
I was boiling hot in my Mac still, but I know that he wanted me to be still dressed in it when we first met, and therefore that is what I would do.
He emerged from the bathroom and looked well kept. He wasn’t particularly good looking, but he wasn’t ugly either. He was very overweight (much more than the last time I had seen him) and he had also lost more hair. I couldn’t remember his age but I recall him saying he was late 50’s.
This was immaterial to me. I couldn’t care less how old he was. Age literally means nothing, the same as looks.
He said how wonderful I looked, and how he had missed me.
I was sat on the sofa, and he was sat opposite me on the bed. He leant forward to look closer at my face (probably inspecting my make up) and he quietly said “Perfect. My perfect slut”.
I smiled and said thank you, at the same time as I removed my PVC mac, and I placed it on the sofa next to me.
His eyes nearly popped out when he saw my full outfit and in particular my cleavage. I made a point of saying how warm it was in the room and undid another button on my blouse. This now showed glimpses of my black lacy wonderbra. Obviously this was working!
I checked him staring as I reached for my handbag and grabbed a cigarette. He opened the window before I lit it sexily in front of him and he sat back and was marvelling in my look.
I will be honest - I did feel cheap. I did feel like a slut. But I also felt extremely sexy.
I swapped my crossed over legs from one to the other. My skirt again hitched up, and I was sure I was now exposing my stocking tops but I wasn’t concerned. I didn’t even look down as that would look unprofessional.
“Just incredible” he complimented once again.
I indicated for him to come and sit next to me. He did this unceremoniously - moving his huge hulk from the bed to the sofa next to me. I estimated his weight to be somewhere around the 20 stone mark. He was really huge.
I moved and faced him, still smoking as feminine as I could with rigid fingers.
I smiled and told him I was glad he was impressed with my look and that he was going to be in for a lovely time.
I put my smoking hand on his crotch and leaned forward to kiss him lightly in the lips.
His breath smelt fresh and he indeed smelt nice in the cheap aftershave he had obviously drenched himself in.
I felt him getting hard as our little petting developed into full in French kissing.
My hand moved up from his crotch to his huge hulk of a body. We continued to kiss as my hands explored his huge upper torso.
His man boobs were huge! My hand grabbed at them as we embraced. “I love your titties” I whispered in his ear as we cavorted.
“Thank you Aunty” he replied.
We were now well and truly into the role play scenario he had requested.
Part 3.
I moved my hand off his boob and slid it down over his huge belly back to his now rock hard crotch.
He grabbed my hand and moved it back up to his boob. I didn’t say anything, I just cupped it and felt it’s fullness. They were really big. I would estimate at a B/C cup.
I put the cigarette out on a saucer he had provided and stood up.
“I think it’s about time you became my niece?” I suggested.
“Yes please Aunty” he replied quietly and shyly.
I was used to role play and was happy with any scenario. I had done everything imaginable over the years and this was pretty common. Either Mummy or Aunty, both were very common, with both men and cross dressers / TVs.
He went to the bathroom and came back with a large polythene bag, which was full of his bits and pieces.
He sat back down and passed me the bag.
I opened it and peered in and had a little rummage. The first thing I recognised was the smell of damp. I asked him where he kept this bag of goodies and he said in the boot of his car. This was so common. On many an occasion I have washed the clothes of cross dressers at my place and stored them there nice and fresh prior to their next visit. On this occasion this obviously wasn’t going to be the case.
I didn’t take much notice and just got on with the job in hand.
Out of the bag I removed a black bra and a huge pair of satin panties.
I smiled and said how nice ‘she’ was going to look in the underwear.
He smiled back in appreciation of my positive attitude.
I stood over him and helped him remove his shirt. He unbuttoned the white cotton work shirt and I helped him out of it.
This revealed the true size of his bulk and he was bloody big!
He pulled his trousers off and exposed his white cotton y fronts. All older men seem to wear them, and although I have a private giggle to myself I do not say anything negative.
His cock was absolutely rock hard now.
I knew that if I was to touch it (or more) he would be more than happy and I should imagine the session would be over within minutes. That however, wasn’t what he was paying for, and I didn’t want to let him down.
He stepped out of the y fronts and I helped him step into the black satin panties. I was very careful not to touch his cock as I pulled the tight satin over his hardness.
I asked him what he wanted to be called during the scenario and he said Shelly.
“How sexy Shelly!” I smiled.
I helped him place his arms through the hoops in his bra, and pulled the back straps tight together and clipped them shut.
Pulling the cups over his boobs was a struggle as his chest was so big. I managed to make them look amazing and by moving and pulling them into place afforded the development of a really impressive cleavage.
I reached into my PVC bag and pulled out my small make up bag.
I found my bright red glossy lipstick and painted his lips with it, just going over the edge a little to over emphasise it.
“Nearly done!” I smiled.
I reached back into his bag and found his black satin nightie. I pulled it over his head and pulled it down as low as it would go so his boobs almost popped out of the top.
Finally I reached in his bag for his shoes. These were ghastly affairs that looked like they had come from a charity shop.
He clumsily wedged his feet into them and I helped him to his feet.
At this stage let me say he in no way looked feminine. He looked like a very fat man in undies and lipstick.
I walked with him round to the mirror and showed ‘her’ what she now looked like.
“Look at little Shelly!” I said.
“God I feel wonderful!” She said as she pulled poses in the mirror. Thank you Aunty!” She looked me directly in the eyes when she said “use me Aunty”.
I got to my knees in front of the mirror and slowly lifted up the nightie, exposing her satin panties that had a huge endowment now forcing at the shiny material.
I carefully pulled the panties over her hardness and then pulled her panties down to her knees.
Her cock was very impressive. It must have been a good 7in long and very fat and uncut.
I looked up at her with his huge cock directly in front of my face.
I smiled briefly before opening my lips and enveloping the bulbous head into my hot wet salivating mouth. As my mouth forced his foreskin back I noticed immediately that his personal hygiene wasn’t up to much. The strong musky taste I know so well hit the back of my throat as I got into a rhythm on her. Everytime her foreskin was rolled back - the taste hit me. In a strange way, this turned me on. It reminded me of when I have been taken dogging and some of the guys there had ‘fruity’ cocks to say the least.
When I looked up all I could see was her huge stomach. I felt it rest on the top of my head as pleasured her with my mouth. My head moved up and down her shaft. I used no hands - preferring to just close my eyes and let her actually fuck my mouth.
Her hips were now gyrating and she was using my mouth to it’s full extent.
She held the top of my head and said “take me Aunty Tina”.
I was now gagging and choking on her hardness.
She sensed this and relaxed a little.
I knew she wanted a change of position. I moved away from her and told her to come and sit next to me on the sofa. When she did so I went straight for her tits.
I closed my eyes and they really did feel wonderful as I cupped them and licked her nipples.
I pulled her blossoming boobs out of the cups and had her feed them to me.
“You have developed into a very sexy young woman, Shelly” I commented.
“Thank you Aunty!” She replied.
She now started wanking her cock as I sucked her huge tits.
I knew what she would want next - this had been pre arranged by text message for the days leading up to he meet.
I lay down on the floor and she knelt by the side of me and I knew it wouldn’t take long.
Her first shot went across my cheeks but the second and third blasts hit the target - the back of my throat.
There was a little mess in my face and as planned, I offered my face up to hers and she licked me clean. We kissed and swapped the cum from mouth to mouth, before finally, I swallowed it all.
Shelly got up and after saying thank you - immediately went to the bathroom.
Again this was expected.
I took the chance to sort my make up, and I cleaned a bit of semen off that had landed on my blouse.
I looked in the mirror and once again I looked good to go.
I sat on the sofa and lit another cigarette.
I knew that when he emerged from the bathroom he wouldn’t be in anything like the mood he was in when he went in there.
I couldn’t be more correct.
He came out of the bathroom and was just dressed in a white bath robe. All his make up was gone. He looked very much a man. A very angry man.
Part 4
He walked swiftly towards me and grabbed me by the hair “You fucking CUNT!” He exclaimed.
He pulled me off the settee by my hair and pulled me to my knees. Still holding my hair he turned my head to face his and at that point he spat directly in my face.
“Clean my fucking arse you whore” he demanded.
He moved his huge hulk onto the sofa and knelt down facing the back of the sofa with his arse in the air he moved his bath robe upwards exposing his huge buttocks and quite frankly grotesque looking (and smelling) arse. Although he had washed his body, he had purposely left his arse hole untouched, possibly for days.
“Lick me you fucking slut!” He demanded in a very strict and stern voice “clean my fucking arse!”
I got on my knees behind and placed a cushion under them so I wouldn’t get carpet burns or ladder my new stockings.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it completely, my upper torso now bare apart from my black lacy wonderbra.
I placed my hands either side of his dark hole and opened him up slowly.
As I moved my head closer to his hole I knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant.
I don’t know what it it is about scenarios like this that turn me on so much. It’s almost is if I like to be taken to lower depths of depravity. I think it derives from my c***dhood, in particular my early teens. That isn’t a subject for this story right now though.
I closed my eyes and extended my tongue. It was now rigid.
I let the tip touch his brown bud and then slowly started to encircle it. My saliva was flowing and I pulled both his cheeks apart and at the same time I pushed my head towards him.
My tongue entered his dark orifice and moaned in appreciation.
“Good girl” he said quietly. “Lick my arse clean”.
I then took a long deliberate lick all the way from his scrotum to the top of his darkness.
I continued to do this and got myself in a rythym. I then started to rub my boobs on his hole one by one. I thought he would like the feeling of my lacy encased boobs rubbing on him. I couldn’t be more wrong -
“Keep cleaning me you fucking useless cunt - don’t fucking cheat” he rasped.
“Sorry sir!” I replied and immediately began once again licking his smelly hole.
The taste was that very distinctive musky taste. Nothing tastes like it on earth. I had become accustomed to the taste over the years, having had several really bizarre bookings that I had agreed to.
I got back to work... it felt like I had been licking his dirty hole for ages when I’m actual fact it was probably only a few minutes.
The back of my throat was dry and my saliva had dried up with the constant licking.
He sensed this “you are a fucking useless cunt!” He exclaimed. “Get to your feet and get that fucking skirt and your knickers off you pathetic slag” he demanded.
I did exactly as he requested. I stood in front of him just in my bra, suspenders, stockings and my hi heels.
“Lose the bra” was his next command.
I unclipped the bra and threw it on the floor on top of my skirt.
“ Get on your knees you fucking fat cunt!” He scowled.
This hurt me more than anything he had said previously. It really upset me. He didn’t care.
He went to the bathroom and came out with an old fashioned cane. It was straight with a half hoop at one end that he used as a handle.
He lay the cane across my boobs and looked down at me with a very stern face.
I put my hands behind my back as I knew that’s what he would want.
“Ask me to cane you!” He demanded.
“Sir, you can cane me if you like?” I said in a sweet innocent voice.
“Say please you fucking fat slob’ he laughed.
“Please cane me sir!” I asked.
This was followed by silence.
“ Cane what, whore?”
“Please cane my tits sir!” I finally responded in manner he wanted.
There was a slight pause before he lifted the cane off my boobs. It seemed like an endless delay before I heard the whoosh as it came crashing back down across both boobs. The pain was instant.
I didn’t flinch. I knew it would only get a whole lot worse if I did.
“Thank you, sir!” I looked up at him and tried to look genuinely grateful.
He then thrashed them four times in really quick succession. He told me to look down at my boobs and they were very brightly striped in red. The skin had rose already.
He told me to close my eyes, which I did.
He then released a barrage of blows across them. Maybe ten or even more, I wasn’t counting.
The pain from spanking or caning is very odd. It’s very pleasurable pain in my view. I was loving the whole thing.
“Is it burning?” He asked.
“Yes, a little” I replied softly.
“You want to feel the burn lady?” He enquired. I gave him the only answer he would ever accept -
“Yes please”
He then continue to thrash me. God only knows how many times he beat me, but it must have been over 20.
He was now sweating profusely, and as he lashed at me his sweat flew across the room and over my face.
When he stopped I looked down and my boobs were black and blue. They also had very pronounced raised stripes across them. They were burning so much and stinging.
He had gone to the bathroom and came back with a towel.
He told me to kneel on it. He offered me the chance for a smoke which I accepted. Once again I was sexy smoking for him, but this time with beaten and bruised boobs.
He stood opposite me about three foot from me to be precise. I knew what was coming.
It wasn’t 30 seconds and I saw and felt the first streams of his pee hit my burning skin.
“There you go slag, look how I help you cool down!” He laughed.
“Thank you sir,” I said in an appreciative way, “thank you for your piss.”
With that I opened my mouth and he guided the jet directly down the back of my throat. I struggled to gulp it all down and spilled some out down over my tits.
This enraged him.
“Don’t fucking cheat you fat fuck!” He scowled.
“Drink it. All of it”
I kept gulping at it and swallowing as much as I could. After he had finished he shook his cock and his hot champagne was splashed all over my face.
I smiled and thanked him again.
He didn’t respond. In the silence I quickly finished my cigarette.
He told me to stand and bend over and touch the sofa.
I knew it was now time for my arse to get a thrashing. I couldn’t be more precise.
The first whacks were quite gentle, certainly in comparison as to what was to come.
I knew it was going to get worse when he stood further away from me.
The pain, although sexy as previously described, was excruciating and intense.
Blow after blow rained down. I closed my eyes and sobbed as I heard him going back to the bathroom.
I could see him sweating profusely when he returned carrying a carrier bag.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him applying lube to his fingers.
I then felt him violate me roughly with two fingers.
“Take it you fucking anal whore” he shouted.
My cock was absolutely rock hard…. Any anal attention and I am solid! I knew he wasn’t interested in my cock though, he never had been.
I was moaning with pleasure as he finger fucked me with at least two fingers. He then stopped and got a huge butt plug out of his bag. He covered it in lube and then forced it inside me, right up to the rubber stop.
“Come and sit down you cunt!” he said.
I moved over to the coffee table and sat down on it, the plug was now fully up me, and it felt wonderful.
He threw my cigarettes at me and told me to smoke.
“How do you honestly feel Tina?”
I looked down at my tits and they were smarting. The stripes were now really swollen and purple.
“I feel used and beaten, but also sexy” I replied as I continued to smoke as feminine as possible. “I knew what I was going to get, and I’m fine with it - I am always here to please.”
He didn’t reply, but got to his feet in front of me. He held his semi rigid cock as he sprayed down my tits with his piss. He was smiling as he did this and made the jet splash in my mouth, which I opened readily.
After he had finished he got behind me and I fely him holding the base of the butt plug.
“Ride it!” he laughed.
I lifted my self off the toy and I just knew it would be soiled in my brown mess. The sound as I lifted off it was like a fart, and the smell was instant.
I rode the object as he had instructed, and he held the base.
After a few moments he told me to get off the toy and clean it in front of him.
I got to my knees and faced the huge smeared toy. He was sat opposite and was wanking as I licked and sucked it clean.
“You are filth!” he smiled.
“Thank you, sir” I replied whilst not missing any of the mess. Once it was clean I sucked it completely down, and was so proud I had cleaned it to perfection.
“On the sofa now - on all fours” He commanded.
This I immediately did, and I felt him move in position behind me.
His cock was rock solid again as it entered me. His belly was resting on my back and he held my hips as he fucked me. His sweat was splashing on my back (which I liked), as he thrust himself into me.
It wasn’t long before I felt him really push and I knew he was spent.
There wasn’t much cum in me as he had cum previously, but I did feel some inside me, which was nice.
He collapsed on the bed, almost breathless.
I lay with my head on his sweaty chest and thanked him for a lovely visit.
He stroked my hair as I kissed his hairy fat nipples, and licked up his sweat.
We lay for a few minutes and had a few kisses and cuddles.
He apologised for hurting me, and I told him it was fine.
“I get carried away” he confessed.
“I like it when men let go” I smiled as I replied.
I showered and re did my make up for my journey home. Got dressed again and sat by the window and had a sexy smoke again as we chatted over coffee.
He said he had an on line friend who also wanted to see me and would I be interested in a threesome.
I told him I would love that, and it would be my pleasure to entertain them both.
“You are such a good girl Tina!” he smiled.
We had a final little kiss and cuddle and cuddle and I made my way down to the exit to get in a cab.
PS.
My boobs and bum took 10 days to heal completely!
Standing outside the train station I felt a little like a circus act as everyone was looking at me as they walked past.
I am usually a people watcher myself, but now the shoe was definitely on the other foot.
I could see the women looking, but the men were actually staring. Some would even give a second look after they had walked past.
I searched in my black pvc hand bag for my cigarettes and stood smoking in a feminine way. This seem to bring on more attention.
There is something about smoking (if done properly) that is sexually appealing to a lot of men, and it certainly makes me feel slutty.
My phone ‘pinged’ and a quick glance showed that I had been paid my deposit.
I had insisted on the deposit payment to cover my travel costs as I had been let down on a few occasions. I could now make the short train journey from Portsmouth to Southampton.
When walking down the platform I looked at my reflection in the windows and I did look sexy. I was now down to size 16 from a size 22 and my months of dieting and exercise had paid off. I did look very sexy indeed, I don’t mind admitting that myself!
Once on the train, I removed my long black PVC Mac and placed it on the overhead stowage. I had to stretch a little and my tight leather pencil skirt hitched up as I did so. When I turned around I could see most of the carriage staring at me.
I just smiled and sat down, crossing my legs as I did so.
At the next stop a guy sat opposite me and I just knew he could not take his eyes off my heavily made up face, my legs and my cleavage.
My make up was more Saturday night clubbing than Monday morning at 10am. Dark blue eye shadow, lots of black eye liner and dark pink blusher. My lips were bright red and I had over painted them with dark red lip liner. All the above (and the way I was dressed) was previously arranged and agreed to.
My legs were encased in sheer black nylon, and I was wearing 5” black patent stiletto heels as my client had decreed.
On top I was wearing a bottle green coloured satin blouse, which I had undone to show more than average amount of cleavage. I was wearing a black lacy ‘balcony bra’ which really pushed my boobs upwards and together. I also wore a chunky pearl necklace and had matching drop earrings.
I certainly looked the part. Exactly as booked.
On the hour my phone pinged once again.
I knew what this was going to be.
“You ready for FaceTime?” He had messaged.
“Yes! I text replied. “But it must be silent, as the train is busy” I put my phone on vibrate.
The phone started to vibrate and I accepted his video call.
He was laid in his hotel bed. His body looked bigger than what he had done on the last occasion we had met some 6 months previously.
He smiled as he saw my heavily made up face, blouse and cleavage! I could see his lips moving saying ‘wow!’ And such like. I moved the phone down to show him my skirt, legs and shoes.
I then put it back to my face and I smiled and waved goodbye.
He immediately text me and said I looked fantastic and I had obviously lost a lot of weight. He thanked me for dressing (and acting) to his exact requirements and again said I looked tremendous now I had slimmed down.
That is the type of girl I had grown into. Giving men exactly what they want. I had become extremely popular because of this and I now had a substantial portfolio of regulars who often visited my house purely for sex.
This guy was different as he always wanted to meet at his business hotels, something I enjoy doing once my travelling costs and business logistics are sorted out.
I arrived at Southampton and went out towards the taxi rank.
The taxi driver (who was a sexy Asian guy in his 20’s) couldn’t keep his eyes off me in the rear view mirror. I flaunted with him, by opening my mac and readily exposing my cleavage to him
The hotel was the huge one on the harbour front.
On arrival at the hotel I text him to tell him I was there and I attached a selfie photo of me outside. My phone immediately pinged and he had deposited the rest of my tribute to my bank account, and in the notes on the transaction it said ‘Room 304’.
I walked into the plush building and straight to the lifts. I had used this hotel a few times before when I had gone on ‘tour’. It was very classy and ‘safe’ to use.
I arrived outside his room and noticed the door was slightly ajar. I took a deep breath before I entered.
Part 2
The room smelt fresh of cheap, sweet aftershave.
He was no where to be seen, but there was a note on the bed which I picked up and read.
“Make yourself comfy. Feel free to smoke when I come in. I won’t be long. X”
The ‘feel free to smoke’ meant that he wanted me to smoke in his arrival into the room. This was a very common request, especially from non smokers, oddly.
A look up towards the ceiling showed he had done his homework and had a plastic bag taped over the smoke monitor. I know that most big hotels have a ‘fine policy’ if it’s obvious you have been smoking. I am sure this guys firm would be taking up this financial responsibility.
I heard him in the bathroom moving around.
I was boiling hot in my Mac still, but I know that he wanted me to be still dressed in it when we first met, and therefore that is what I would do.
He emerged from the bathroom and looked well kept. He wasn’t particularly good looking, but he wasn’t ugly either. He was very overweight (much more than the last time I had seen him) and he had also lost more hair. I couldn’t remember his age but I recall him saying he was late 50’s.
This was immaterial to me. I couldn’t care less how old he was. Age literally means nothing, the same as looks.
He said how wonderful I looked, and how he had missed me.
I was sat on the sofa, and he was sat opposite me on the bed. He leant forward to look closer at my face (probably inspecting my make up) and he quietly said “Perfect. My perfect slut”.
I smiled and said thank you, at the same time as I removed my PVC mac, and I placed it on the sofa next to me.
His eyes nearly popped out when he saw my full outfit and in particular my cleavage. I made a point of saying how warm it was in the room and undid another button on my blouse. This now showed glimpses of my black lacy wonderbra. Obviously this was working!
I checked him staring as I reached for my handbag and grabbed a cigarette. He opened the window before I lit it sexily in front of him and he sat back and was marvelling in my look.
I will be honest - I did feel cheap. I did feel like a slut. But I also felt extremely sexy.
I swapped my crossed over legs from one to the other. My skirt again hitched up, and I was sure I was now exposing my stocking tops but I wasn’t concerned. I didn’t even look down as that would look unprofessional.
“Just incredible” he complimented once again.
I indicated for him to come and sit next to me. He did this unceremoniously - moving his huge hulk from the bed to the sofa next to me. I estimated his weight to be somewhere around the 20 stone mark. He was really huge.
I moved and faced him, still smoking as feminine as I could with rigid fingers.
I smiled and told him I was glad he was impressed with my look and that he was going to be in for a lovely time.
I put my smoking hand on his crotch and leaned forward to kiss him lightly in the lips.
His breath smelt fresh and he indeed smelt nice in the cheap aftershave he had obviously drenched himself in.
I felt him getting hard as our little petting developed into full in French kissing.
My hand moved up from his crotch to his huge hulk of a body. We continued to kiss as my hands explored his huge upper torso.
His man boobs were huge! My hand grabbed at them as we embraced. “I love your titties” I whispered in his ear as we cavorted.
“Thank you Aunty” he replied.
We were now well and truly into the role play scenario he had requested.
Part 3.
I moved my hand off his boob and slid it down over his huge belly back to his now rock hard crotch.
He grabbed my hand and moved it back up to his boob. I didn’t say anything, I just cupped it and felt it’s fullness. They were really big. I would estimate at a B/C cup.
I put the cigarette out on a saucer he had provided and stood up.
“I think it’s about time you became my niece?” I suggested.
“Yes please Aunty” he replied quietly and shyly.
I was used to role play and was happy with any scenario. I had done everything imaginable over the years and this was pretty common. Either Mummy or Aunty, both were very common, with both men and cross dressers / TVs.
He went to the bathroom and came back with a large polythene bag, which was full of his bits and pieces.
He sat back down and passed me the bag.
I opened it and peered in and had a little rummage. The first thing I recognised was the smell of damp. I asked him where he kept this bag of goodies and he said in the boot of his car. This was so common. On many an occasion I have washed the clothes of cross dressers at my place and stored them there nice and fresh prior to their next visit. On this occasion this obviously wasn’t going to be the case.
I didn’t take much notice and just got on with the job in hand.
Out of the bag I removed a black bra and a huge pair of satin panties.
I smiled and said how nice ‘she’ was going to look in the underwear.
He smiled back in appreciation of my positive attitude.
I stood over him and helped him remove his shirt. He unbuttoned the white cotton work shirt and I helped him out of it.
This revealed the true size of his bulk and he was bloody big!
He pulled his trousers off and exposed his white cotton y fronts. All older men seem to wear them, and although I have a private giggle to myself I do not say anything negative.
His cock was absolutely rock hard now.
I knew that if I was to touch it (or more) he would be more than happy and I should imagine the session would be over within minutes. That however, wasn’t what he was paying for, and I didn’t want to let him down.
He stepped out of the y fronts and I helped him step into the black satin panties. I was very careful not to touch his cock as I pulled the tight satin over his hardness.
I asked him what he wanted to be called during the scenario and he said Shelly.
“How sexy Shelly!” I smiled.
I helped him place his arms through the hoops in his bra, and pulled the back straps tight together and clipped them shut.
Pulling the cups over his boobs was a struggle as his chest was so big. I managed to make them look amazing and by moving and pulling them into place afforded the development of a really impressive cleavage.
I reached into my PVC bag and pulled out my small make up bag.
I found my bright red glossy lipstick and painted his lips with it, just going over the edge a little to over emphasise it.
“Nearly done!” I smiled.
I reached back into his bag and found his black satin nightie. I pulled it over his head and pulled it down as low as it would go so his boobs almost popped out of the top.
Finally I reached in his bag for his shoes. These were ghastly affairs that looked like they had come from a charity shop.
He clumsily wedged his feet into them and I helped him to his feet.
At this stage let me say he in no way looked feminine. He looked like a very fat man in undies and lipstick.
I walked with him round to the mirror and showed ‘her’ what she now looked like.
“Look at little Shelly!” I said.
“God I feel wonderful!” She said as she pulled poses in the mirror. Thank you Aunty!” She looked me directly in the eyes when she said “use me Aunty”.
I got to my knees in front of the mirror and slowly lifted up the nightie, exposing her satin panties that had a huge endowment now forcing at the shiny material.
I carefully pulled the panties over her hardness and then pulled her panties down to her knees.
Her cock was very impressive. It must have been a good 7in long and very fat and uncut.
I looked up at her with his huge cock directly in front of my face.
I smiled briefly before opening my lips and enveloping the bulbous head into my hot wet salivating mouth. As my mouth forced his foreskin back I noticed immediately that his personal hygiene wasn’t up to much. The strong musky taste I know so well hit the back of my throat as I got into a rhythm on her. Everytime her foreskin was rolled back - the taste hit me. In a strange way, this turned me on. It reminded me of when I have been taken dogging and some of the guys there had ‘fruity’ cocks to say the least.
When I looked up all I could see was her huge stomach. I felt it rest on the top of my head as pleasured her with my mouth. My head moved up and down her shaft. I used no hands - preferring to just close my eyes and let her actually fuck my mouth.
Her hips were now gyrating and she was using my mouth to it’s full extent.
She held the top of my head and said “take me Aunty Tina”.
I was now gagging and choking on her hardness.
She sensed this and relaxed a little.
I knew she wanted a change of position. I moved away from her and told her to come and sit next to me on the sofa. When she did so I went straight for her tits.
I closed my eyes and they really did feel wonderful as I cupped them and licked her nipples.
I pulled her blossoming boobs out of the cups and had her feed them to me.
“You have developed into a very sexy young woman, Shelly” I commented.
“Thank you Aunty!” She replied.
She now started wanking her cock as I sucked her huge tits.
I knew what she would want next - this had been pre arranged by text message for the days leading up to he meet.
I lay down on the floor and she knelt by the side of me and I knew it wouldn’t take long.
Her first shot went across my cheeks but the second and third blasts hit the target - the back of my throat.
There was a little mess in my face and as planned, I offered my face up to hers and she licked me clean. We kissed and swapped the cum from mouth to mouth, before finally, I swallowed it all.
Shelly got up and after saying thank you - immediately went to the bathroom.
Again this was expected.
I took the chance to sort my make up, and I cleaned a bit of semen off that had landed on my blouse.
I looked in the mirror and once again I looked good to go.
I sat on the sofa and lit another cigarette.
I knew that when he emerged from the bathroom he wouldn’t be in anything like the mood he was in when he went in there.
I couldn’t be more correct.
He came out of the bathroom and was just dressed in a white bath robe. All his make up was gone. He looked very much a man. A very angry man.
Part 4
He walked swiftly towards me and grabbed me by the hair “You fucking CUNT!” He exclaimed.
He pulled me off the settee by my hair and pulled me to my knees. Still holding my hair he turned my head to face his and at that point he spat directly in my face.
“Clean my fucking arse you whore” he demanded.
He moved his huge hulk onto the sofa and knelt down facing the back of the sofa with his arse in the air he moved his bath robe upwards exposing his huge buttocks and quite frankly grotesque looking (and smelling) arse. Although he had washed his body, he had purposely left his arse hole untouched, possibly for days.
“Lick me you fucking slut!” He demanded in a very strict and stern voice “clean my fucking arse!”
I got on my knees behind and placed a cushion under them so I wouldn’t get carpet burns or ladder my new stockings.
I unbuttoned my blouse and removed it completely, my upper torso now bare apart from my black lacy wonderbra.
I placed my hands either side of his dark hole and opened him up slowly.
As I moved my head closer to his hole I knew this wasn’t going to be pleasant.
I don’t know what it it is about scenarios like this that turn me on so much. It’s almost is if I like to be taken to lower depths of depravity. I think it derives from my c***dhood, in particular my early teens. That isn’t a subject for this story right now though.
I closed my eyes and extended my tongue. It was now rigid.
I let the tip touch his brown bud and then slowly started to encircle it. My saliva was flowing and I pulled both his cheeks apart and at the same time I pushed my head towards him.
My tongue entered his dark orifice and moaned in appreciation.
“Good girl” he said quietly. “Lick my arse clean”.
I then took a long deliberate lick all the way from his scrotum to the top of his darkness.
I continued to do this and got myself in a rythym. I then started to rub my boobs on his hole one by one. I thought he would like the feeling of my lacy encased boobs rubbing on him. I couldn’t be more wrong -
“Keep cleaning me you fucking useless cunt - don’t fucking cheat” he rasped.
“Sorry sir!” I replied and immediately began once again licking his smelly hole.
The taste was that very distinctive musky taste. Nothing tastes like it on earth. I had become accustomed to the taste over the years, having had several really bizarre bookings that I had agreed to.
I got back to work... it felt like I had been licking his dirty hole for ages when I’m actual fact it was probably only a few minutes.
The back of my throat was dry and my saliva had dried up with the constant licking.
He sensed this “you are a fucking useless cunt!” He exclaimed. “Get to your feet and get that fucking skirt and your knickers off you pathetic slag” he demanded.
I did exactly as he requested. I stood in front of him just in my bra, suspenders, stockings and my hi heels.
“Lose the bra” was his next command.
I unclipped the bra and threw it on the floor on top of my skirt.
“ Get on your knees you fucking fat cunt!” He scowled.
This hurt me more than anything he had said previously. It really upset me. He didn’t care.
He went to the bathroom and came out with an old fashioned cane. It was straight with a half hoop at one end that he used as a handle.
He lay the cane across my boobs and looked down at me with a very stern face.
I put my hands behind my back as I knew that’s what he would want.
“Ask me to cane you!” He demanded.
“Sir, you can cane me if you like?” I said in a sweet innocent voice.
“Say please you fucking fat slob’ he laughed.
“Please cane me sir!” I asked.
This was followed by silence.
“ Cane what, whore?”
“Please cane my tits sir!” I finally responded in manner he wanted.
There was a slight pause before he lifted the cane off my boobs. It seemed like an endless delay before I heard the whoosh as it came crashing back down across both boobs. The pain was instant.
I didn’t flinch. I knew it would only get a whole lot worse if I did.
“Thank you, sir!” I looked up at him and tried to look genuinely grateful.
He then thrashed them four times in really quick succession. He told me to look down at my boobs and they were very brightly striped in red. The skin had rose already.
He told me to close my eyes, which I did.
He then released a barrage of blows across them. Maybe ten or even more, I wasn’t counting.
The pain from spanking or caning is very odd. It’s very pleasurable pain in my view. I was loving the whole thing.
“Is it burning?” He asked.
“Yes, a little” I replied softly.
“You want to feel the burn lady?” He enquired. I gave him the only answer he would ever accept -
“Yes please”
He then continue to thrash me. God only knows how many times he beat me, but it must have been over 20.
He was now sweating profusely, and as he lashed at me his sweat flew across the room and over my face.
When he stopped I looked down and my boobs were black and blue. They also had very pronounced raised stripes across them. They were burning so much and stinging.
He had gone to the bathroom and came back with a towel.
He told me to kneel on it. He offered me the chance for a smoke which I accepted. Once again I was sexy smoking for him, but this time with beaten and bruised boobs.
He stood opposite me about three foot from me to be precise. I knew what was coming.
It wasn’t 30 seconds and I saw and felt the first streams of his pee hit my burning skin.
“There you go slag, look how I help you cool down!” He laughed.
“Thank you sir,” I said in an appreciative way, “thank you for your piss.”
With that I opened my mouth and he guided the jet directly down the back of my throat. I struggled to gulp it all down and spilled some out down over my tits.
This enraged him.
“Don’t fucking cheat you fat fuck!” He scowled.
“Drink it. All of it”
I kept gulping at it and swallowing as much as I could. After he had finished he shook his cock and his hot champagne was splashed all over my face.
I smiled and thanked him again.
He didn’t respond. In the silence I quickly finished my cigarette.
He told me to stand and bend over and touch the sofa.
I knew it was now time for my arse to get a thrashing. I couldn’t be more precise.
The first whacks were quite gentle, certainly in comparison as to what was to come.
I knew it was going to get worse when he stood further away from me.
The pain, although sexy as previously described, was excruciating and intense.
Blow after blow rained down. I closed my eyes and sobbed as I heard him going back to the bathroom.
I could see him sweating profusely when he returned carrying a carrier bag.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him applying lube to his fingers.
I then felt him violate me roughly with two fingers.
“Take it you fucking anal whore” he shouted.
My cock was absolutely rock hard…. Any anal attention and I am solid! I knew he wasn’t interested in my cock though, he never had been.
I was moaning with pleasure as he finger fucked me with at least two fingers. He then stopped and got a huge butt plug out of his bag. He covered it in lube and then forced it inside me, right up to the rubber stop.
“Come and sit down you cunt!” he said.
I moved over to the coffee table and sat down on it, the plug was now fully up me, and it felt wonderful.
He threw my cigarettes at me and told me to smoke.
“How do you honestly feel Tina?”
I looked down at my tits and they were smarting. The stripes were now really swollen and purple.
“I feel used and beaten, but also sexy” I replied as I continued to smoke as feminine as possible. “I knew what I was going to get, and I’m fine with it - I am always here to please.”
He didn’t reply, but got to his feet in front of me. He held his semi rigid cock as he sprayed down my tits with his piss. He was smiling as he did this and made the jet splash in my mouth, which I opened readily.
After he had finished he got behind me and I fely him holding the base of the butt plug.
“Ride it!” he laughed.
I lifted my self off the toy and I just knew it would be soiled in my brown mess. The sound as I lifted off it was like a fart, and the smell was instant.
I rode the object as he had instructed, and he held the base.
After a few moments he told me to get off the toy and clean it in front of him.
I got to my knees and faced the huge smeared toy. He was sat opposite and was wanking as I licked and sucked it clean.
“You are filth!” he smiled.
“Thank you, sir” I replied whilst not missing any of the mess. Once it was clean I sucked it completely down, and was so proud I had cleaned it to perfection.
“On the sofa now - on all fours” He commanded.
This I immediately did, and I felt him move in position behind me.
His cock was rock solid again as it entered me. His belly was resting on my back and he held my hips as he fucked me. His sweat was splashing on my back (which I liked), as he thrust himself into me.
It wasn’t long before I felt him really push and I knew he was spent.
There wasn’t much cum in me as he had cum previously, but I did feel some inside me, which was nice.
He collapsed on the bed, almost breathless.
I lay with my head on his sweaty chest and thanked him for a lovely visit.
He stroked my hair as I kissed his hairy fat nipples, and licked up his sweat.
We lay for a few minutes and had a few kisses and cuddles.
He apologised for hurting me, and I told him it was fine.
“I get carried away” he confessed.
“I like it when men let go” I smiled as I replied.
I showered and re did my make up for my journey home. Got dressed again and sat by the window and had a sexy smoke again as we chatted over coffee.
He said he had an on line friend who also wanted to see me and would I be interested in a threesome.
I told him I would love that, and it would be my pleasure to entertain them both.
“You are such a good girl Tina!” he smiled.
We had a final little kiss and cuddle and cuddle and I made my way down to the exit to get in a cab.
PS.
My boobs and bum took 10 days to heal completely!
Mei
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