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Brendan was in the shower.
I took my handbag to the hallway bathroom. My makeup was not in too
terrible of shape... I still looked pretty. Only my mouth was a mess. I put
down another layer of lipstick and covered it with a thick layer of
lipgloss.
I poured Brendan a scotch on the rocks and took it to his bedroom. What a
gorgeous space: simple decor, clean white sheets on the bed,
floor-to-ceiling windows over the city. A masculine ideal.
Brendan's computer was open, so I put on some Sade in Spotify. Sade is what
I would play when I wanted to score with a girl. The only difference this
time is that I was the girl.
I reached behind, unzipped, and slipped out of my short black cocktail
dress to reveal the black strapless bra and boyshort panties covering my
smooth, white flesh. I folded the dress neatly and d****d it over the back
of his Herman Miller chair. I decided to leave my heels onÑI thought
that might look sexy.
I involuntarily grooved to the music, my hips keeping the beat and my body
swaying to follow. I took in my own body, slid my hands down my smooth
thighs and saw the girl in front of me in black heels, panties, and
braÑa sexy girl getting herself ready for her man.
"Goddamn you're sexy."
Brendan came into the room with just a white towel on his waist. He sat on
the edge of the bed.
"Move that ass for me."
I felt a little bashful, but I was under his command. I moved directly in
front of him, swaying my hips and ass in rhythm with the music while
touching my body. I tossed my hair, slid my hands over the edges of my
panties. It came naturally.
"Turn around. Show me that ass."
I turned around to show him my petite ass. I bent over halfway, arching my
back and presenting my ass a few feet in front of his face.
"Don't be shy, sweetie." I felt his big hands on the sides of my hips. He
pulled me and I stumbled closer to him. Once I got there, he buried his
nose in my ass and massaged my round cheeks with his strong hands.
"I was a little abrupt little rough with this pussy last
weekend. But today I'm going to take my time. Hope that's alright with
you."
"Mmmmmmmm...." was all I could say.
"Lie down on your back, beautiful, and put your ass on the edge of the
bed."
I got into position as instructed. I spread my legs. He gently but firmly
tugged my panties off. I still had my heels strapped to my feet. I reached
for them. He grabbed my wrist.
"Leave them on."
His fingertips began to explore my ass, the undersides of my thighs, the
space between my balls and my ass.
"Your bodyÑit's so smooth. Like it's ready for fucking."
I lay naked on the bed, tight stomach facing up, pussy in the air, heels on
my feet, toenails painted, full makeup on my face. My dick was rock hard
and leaking pre-cum like it had been since I started blowing him a half an
hour ago.
Damn right I was ready for fucking.
Brendan, however, was not.
"Do you know what drives girls crazy? What makes them beg to get fucked?
Getting eaten out."
His middle finger was on my pussy. He squirted a small amount of velvety
lube on it and slid in just the tip. I moaned gently.
I had not expected him to service me that was about the last thing I had
imagined. But I was literally in his hands.
He wiggled his finger a little deeper into me, then added his tongue to the
rim of my hole. It felt... strangely good, better than I expected. My dick
was wicked hard in front and would probably have shot if a strong breeze
had blown. But this sensation of pleasure was different. Deeper.
He fingered me a bit deeper, sliding his finger in two knuckles' deep,
pressing up and inside me, hunting for my pleasure button.
He found it. I moaned as he pressed his finger over it.
He pulled his finger out, squirted more lube on them, then plugged two
fingers inside me. I felt impossibly full but knew this was just the
beginning.
My mind drifted to the time I finger banged Tara Zelinsky's pussy. My high
school girlfriend, Tara had taught me about sexÑhow to finger a girl,
how to eat her out, how to fuck her. Now, I was learning the same
lessonsÑin reverse.
Brendan pushed my ass back so my legs were high in the air. I grabbed my
heels to give him better access. He alternated deep diving with his tongue
and working the wall of my pussy with two fingers. His tongue was driving
me wildÑlike it was creating an itch that I could not scratch.
He added more lube and slid three fingers inside me. I moaned deep and
long.
"You like that?"
I could only groan in response. His expert technique was taking me
somewhere I'd never been. My pussy was aching yet begging for more. My
thoughts were clouded by pure lust.
He went deeper, thrusting those three fingers into my warm and ready
pussy. I was vaguely aware that he was studying my face, watching for signs
of the pleasure he was giving, observing with delight the transformation he
had created in me.
He lubed his hand again. Now he worked four fingers inside me. The
threshold of pain and pleasure increased. My vision clouded over as he
finger-fucked me. He went deep and played with my g-spot at the same time,
playing my pussy like a master violinist plays a Mozart concerto.
"How does that feel, baby?"
"Ah ah amazing!"
"What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me!"
"Beg me."
"Please! I need your big dick inside of me. I have to feel your whole big,
thick cock up inside my pussy."
As he worked my pussy with his left hand, he reached up with his right and
did something unexpected: he grasped my dick.
I shuddered in pleasure. He stroked it one, two, three long, slow times. I
shot my cum explosively, my ass squeezing madly on his fingers. I cried out
in deep pleasure, so loud that the neighbors on every side could hear me.
I had never had such an intense orgasm, yet, weirdly, it also felt
incomplete like there was another level still to be explored.
My eyes were opening to the possibilities of sex as a woman. Quite
literally, as my vision began to return. Brendan was sweetly toweling me
off with a damp, warm towel. My pussy was still dripping with lube.
But that was all part of Brendan's plan.
I came to, finally. My pleasure sensors had been over-stimulated and now
went into much-needed rest. I saw the world with perfect, post-orgasmic
clarity.
Here I am.
I was a man. I had dressed myself in women's clothing in an effort to
appeal to another man fuck, I'd even dieted and exercised to make him
fuck me. I had sucked his cock and let him cum in my mouth. Now I'd let him
eat me out and cum from just three strokes on my cock and the fantasy that
I had a "pussy."
I looked up with the weight of this reality on my face, and saw Brendan
above me wearing his arrogant smirk. As I opened my mouth to say something,
to make an excuse, to get out of this situation in some way, in any way, he
shoved his eight-inch dick up inside my ass.
I cried out in pain and shame. In this moment, the fantasy was
gone. Brendan was simply and purely exerting dominance over me. What's
worse is that I had begged for it, begged for his "big, thick cock" to fuck
my "pussy."
As he slid all the way inside me, his thatch of pubic hair pressing against
my shaven butt, my eyes welled with tears. He looked like he was in a state
of true happiness.
He was getting off on my shame.
Impossibly full of dick and now stone sober, I looked up into his eyes as
tears formed in mine. I opened my mouth but had nothing to say.
Brendan spoke instead.
"Do you feel me up inside you? Give me a squeeze in there. Make your
master's cock feel good."
Embarrassed, I squeezed inside me, gripping my pussy tight around his dick.
"Ohhhh yeah. This is the fun part. And believe me, you're going to love
it. You might not love it now, but that's part of the fun too. When we're
done, you're going to wish you had my dick in you all day long, every day
of the year."
I could already feel myself turning slightly lustful again, strangely glad
to feel his pubes on my tight, smooth pussy lips.
What if he's right?
What if I become a slave to his cock? I thought.
And that's when he started to fuck me.
Impossibly full of dick and now stone sober, I looked up into his eyes as
tears formed in mine. I opened my mouth but had nothing to say.
Brendan spoke instead.
"Do you feel me up inside you? Give me a squeeze in there. Make your
master's cock feel good."
Embarrassed, I squeezed inside me, gripping my pussy tight around his dick.
"Ohhhh yeah. This is the fun part. And believe me, you're going to love
it. You might not love it now, but that's part of the fun too. When we're
done, you're going to wish you had my dick in you all day long, every day
of the year."
I could already feel myself turning slightly lustful again, strangely glad
to feel his pubes on my tight, smooth pussy lips.
What if he's right? What if I become a slave to his cock? I thought.
And that's when he started to fuck me.
I could taste his cock in my mouth still, the cock that had shot a huge
load into my mouth and down my throat.
Now that cock, fully engorged again, was inside me.
His warning--"When I fuck after I've already gotten off, I fuck long and
hard"--echoed in my head.
He started to piston his limb inside me. Both of us post-orgasmic, we could
see with utter clarity, feel what was happening with perfect lucidity. We
locked eyes, both aware of the moment, united by his thick cock sliding in
and out as my tight pussy clinged onto it, milked it, felt it, made love to
it.
He smiled again, this time without the malice and arrogance--now just with
the joy of sexual victory, of knowing that something great was about to
happen. He looked like a k** the night before Christmas. The only
difference was that he was not excited that Santa Claus was coming to
town... he was excited that he was going to come up my ass.
It would take awhile. We would connect over that dick, feel it moving
inside me in every way possible, for over an hour and a half. I would
discover (then rediscover, then rediscover again) anal orgasm. He would
fuck me on my back, on my knees, clinging to his shoulders, pressed against
the wall, standing on my tiptoes, and finally with my feet on his
shoulders--every way it feels good to put a monster penis inside a tight
hole.
For now, though, I spread my legs while he fucked me the traditional way.
I could start to appreciate my position. His manliness--the way he handled
me, his thick muscularity, his slightly-rank man smell--created in me a
sense of longing. I wanted to be as close to this man as I could--to give
to him all of myself that I could. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling
his thick pecs, my fingertips running through the light patch of
chocolate-colored hair above them.
He would get hairier there as he got older, I thought. Become more of a
man. I dreamt of being under him then, too, my body still shaven smooth,
taking a firm fuck from a middle-aged man's cock.
There was no need to fantasize, though--I was getting worked over by a
young man in peak physical condition, his Greek God stage. I looked up and
saw just a glint of sweat on his forehead, his tousled hair perfectly
messy, the hint of scotch on his breath as he exercised within me.
I looked at myself. Was I fit for the challenge of mating with this divine
creature, this Hercules? My French manicured toenails peaked out the front
of my patent black kitten heels. The light silver anklet I wore slid over
my pale, thin calf. My lusciously smooth skin from my toes up through my
thighs, even up to my... my pussy. My flat stomach, just like on the
hottest girls, the ones I used to dream about, then dream about being. Now
I didn't have to dream--I was one of them.
I was a hot girl. A 10 out of 10 (plus a cock).
Brendan took each of my skinny wrists in his hands and held them on the
mattress above my head. He kissed inside my smooth armpits, kept fucking
me. I tightened my core muscles, pulled my legs up-and-back to give him
greater access. His chest was just above mine and rubbed against it. He
slow-fucked me steadily, insistently. His face passed by mine as he thrust
in and out. Our noses touched once, twice.
We had never even kissed, I thought. I'd taken two massive loads from this
guy--one in each end--and I'd never had so much as a peck. If he was going
to kiss me, it didn't happen then. So I watched his face as it slid just in
front of mine, saw the expression of a man who was just starting to enter
the stages of arousal.
Our bodies were starting to sweat. I could feel the light glide of his skin
against mine, the sheen of moisture a conductor for the electricity between
us. I reached for the heels of my shoes, pulled them further back to get
more dick inside me. His chest rubbed harder against mine, brushed against
the bra I was still wearing.
"Take your bra off."
I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, engaged my legs to keep them up
and not interrupt the fuck.
I slid the bra off my arms. Our naked chests rubbed together. Did I look
less feminine, less like a woman without my bra on? Brendan must have read
my mind.
"You look beautiful, baby. So truly fuckable."
I blushed, committed myself again to giving him the best fuck I could.
We began to leave the civilized phase and enter the lustful one. I could
feel the rib of the head of his dick sliding deeper in me. He was pounding
my bitchass deep and hard.
I squeezed him off, newly aware of the musculature inside of me.
Brendan moaned. I massaged his member as it rode over my inner
sphincter. Bent at the midriff like I was, it felt like the head was
pressing into my stomach: he was that big, took me that deep.
We both started panting as he fucked me a little faster. He was trying to
get me pregnant now, shoot a load high and deep inside my willing pussy.
But his goal was not to cum. At least not soon. His thick dick was firm but
not impatient, and he ran his dick up in me steadily.
He pulled near my entrance and did something a little different he
lifted my ass up above me so his dick could drive harder against the front
of my pussy wall. Then he sunk his dick inside me, just 3-4 inches up
inside my pussy. He pressed up on the spot where his fat dickhead landed. I
could feel something inside me, a sensation building slowly. I didn't know
it then, but he was pounding on my g-spot, my pleasure point, pounding the
head and ridge of his dick right on top of the spot that could drive me
crazy, could set me free.
He hit it over and over again, my hands again pinned up behind my head,
sweat beginning to drip from his chest onto mine. Our foreheads touched,
connected as kept hitting my spot. He looked into my eyes, desperate to see
the effect he was having on me. I squealed.
I started to lose my full vision. I saw stars on top of the world as the
pressure of his thickness, the pain and pleasure of it increased in my
body. I started making sounds, noises that you can't describe, a****l
noises that belong to a deeply rutted wild a****l. I could no longer
contain myself as he landed on my pleasure spot it was almost too much,
but somehow never enough.
He rubbed my breasts, which sent another wave of pleasure through my
body. Waves upon waves of pleasure built on each other, added together. My
legs spasmed. My throat caught my breath as my body expanded and
contracted.
I was having a full-on pussygasm.
Brendan saw this but just kept hitting my spot. I moaned, cried out, clawed
at his chest as he brought me to this level of pleasure. I was powerless,
but electric. I was fulfilled completely and yet totally unfulfilled.
If you've ever had an orgasm from your ass, you know what I am talking
about.
If you haven't, it's like being on the verge of cumming, constantly. Never
that full release, but right up at the edge, getting pulverized, hammered
by the pleasure.
I lost my mind with pleasure I forgot my name, forgot how to speak for
fifteen minutes. I went into a world of pain-pleasure that only ended when
Brendan slowed down to look in my eyes again.
"How was that?" he asked.
I welled up with tears. "Incredible. I don't... thank you."
He started fucking me deep again as the smile returned to his face. He was
still so far from cumming, so much the master of his hard cock, that he
could just talk to me: man-to-pussybitch.
"I always want to see my bitches cum while I fuck them. I know I'm going to
cum, so that's not the fun part."
As he's chatting, meanwhile, he's insistently fucking his eight-incher
inside of me.
"But seeing my bitches get off from having me inside them? Well, that's
almost as good as when I come. Almost."
"Now, I want you to fuck yourself."
He grabbed me by the hips. He lifted me off the mattress, pulled me onto
his lap. My clitty was pressed against his hairy chest as we got
resettled. That didn't seem to bother him a bit.
I climbed on top of him as he lay down. I put my hands on his chest,
feeling the pulsing of his heart through his wall of chest muscles. I ran
my hands down to his abs, traced the pattern of his six-pack. He was such a
fucking stud.
"I said fuck yourself."
I snapped out of my reverie at his command. I placed my knees wide to the
side and braced myself with my hands on his strong chest. I worked my hips
up then down again, releasing three inches of his length then sinking back
down onto it entirely.
Mmmmmm, that felt good.
I decided to go deeper.
I rolled my body up, tucked my knees in, and arched my back high so that he
was only in me an inch or two... then lowered back down on him all the way.
We both sighed. I did that move again, letting the fullness of him run
through my tight passageway.
It was so hot I could barely do it a third timeÑI might cum through my
own dick from how good it felt.
"Get selfish, baby. Make that pussy feel good. I'm gonna get mine; don't
worry. I wanna see you wiggle on it."
He was lying on his back, pulled a pillow up under his head, got relaxed. I
had his dick nestled inside me. I leaned forward and placed my knees
further up his sides. Now his dick was just barely inside my hole. I placed
my hands on his chest and began to work the tip inside me. I found my
pleasure spot and whimpered. I took a quick breath then bounced on that
spot once, twice, three times. It felt so good that I couldn't stop. I
worked the head on my spot over and over again, crying out "Unnnhhhhh!
Unnnhhhhhh!" The pleasure was driving me wild. I was worried I would cum
both from my ass and my dick at the same time.
He put his hands on my flat tits, pinching my nipples roughly as I worked
my ass. He stuck one thumb on top of my lips. I took it into my mouth,
began sucking it like it was his dick.
I fell into my whimpering second ass-orgasm, moaning and whining. It lasted
and lasted as I worked his dickhead inside me at all the key pressure
points.
I was living for this big dick inside me.
After I came (up the ass), I breathlessly let myself rest on Brendan's
chest, his dick engaged inside me. Brendan took the lead again. He slapped
my firm cheek and told me to get off his dick entirely.
"Get on your knees and spread your legs like a bitch."
I could barely understand his words but I could hear his intention. He was
going to fuck me hard. I flipped myself over, put my knees wide to the side
of me and arched my back downwardÑthe sluttiest position a man or woman
(or I) could take.
My ass hung over the edge of the bed.
He sprung to the floor. With his 6'1" height plus the height of the bed, I
had to wiggle my ass downward, spreading my knees and opening up my ass
wide to give him open access.
Once I was there, he leaned over me, his hand around my midsection.
"Do you remember this position? On Halloween? This is how we started
dating, sweetie."
He jammed his full cock up inside me, hard and fast. Did he just make a
sarcastic reference to when he ****d me?
"Just like that. Mmm. Still a perfect fit for my big one."
I made a noise of approval.
(It's pretty hot to know that he's right, that my pussy is built perfectly
for his dick. It's 100% emasculating, but to be a good fit for this man,
fuck... I'll be a woman any day.)
He rammed inside me, pulled nearly all the way out, then rammed in again,
hard and fast. I gasped as his hairy crotch pressed against my sweet, bare
ass.
He did it again, sliding seven of his thick eight inches into me with
energy and force.
He'd let me have my pleasure; now it was his turn.
He moaned from the tightness. I gasped from the shock. It was the Brendan
Show now. It would be until he let his cock blow off inside my ass, or
wherever else he wanted to shoot.
He thrust inside me at various angles, hammering the sides of my still-new
pussy-ass. He changed the angle as he thrust in, widening my pussy with
every landed blow.
"I'm gonna wreck this pussy."
That sounded like a threat.
Giving him my pussy this way was like passing the key to your brand new
Tesla to your testosterone-laden 17-year-old son and telling him to have
fun. You hope you're getting the car back, but you KNOW it's coming back
with some wear-and-tear.
Sure enough, he was driving me fast and furious. He pounded into me again
and again. His shouts were louder than before. If the neighboring
apartments had heard me while he was eating me out, the whole building
could hear him while he fucked me from behind.
I could only hold on, keep my ass low, opened wide, take his stallion dick
inside me the best way I could. I met his thrusts, opened up inside,
squeezed him at the top, and tried to make his horny-ass dick feel so good
it would throw up its load of cum.
Not yet, it wouldn't. After 15 minutes of fucking me hard and deep, he
grabbed my feet and flipped me over. With my feet on his shoulders, he
grabbed around my neck and I supported myself on his. He picked me up and
started fucking me in thin air, bouncing me off his dick with just the
violent weight of gravity pulling me down onto his thick one.
Determined to push ever deeper into me, he moved from there to the wall. My
sensitive back lay against a painted brick wall. He used the pressure of
the wall to hammer deeply into me. Between the friction of the wall and my
own weight pulling me downward, his dick was so deep inside me. Maybe the
deepest it had ever been.
He looked into the full-length mirror that ran alongside us, that showed
our full fuck position. I took in his muscular ass, saw where the front of
his hips nested inside my pussy-ass. "Look at yourself. Didn't you used to
be a man? Now, you're getting fucked like a slut. And you fucking love it."
I took in his demeaning words, realized I could not deny the truth. I was
essentially a fuckslut--someone who got off on getting men off.
He bounced me up and down a couple times as we stared at ourselves. I
yelped involuntarily.
I was a fucking slut, just a week and a day removed from being a straight
man.
"I do love it. Now give me that dick, and give it to me hard and long."
Brendan pressed into me, making me feel the hard head of his dick in the
pit of my stomach. He lifted me off his dick and instructed me to "turn
around."
I had my hands against the bricks. He spread my legs with his, fumbled for
my hole.
"Get up on your toes."
I had my heels on, but Brendan is six inches taller than I am. I pressed
into my toes, my knees scr****g up against the wall. He pressed into me
from behind, popping nearly all the way into me once he landed on my hole.
I almost exploded out of pleasure.
"Oh yeah, bitch."
He reached in front and gave my dick a quick couple of strokes. I was rock
hard. I gasped as he touched it.
"I knew you were going to love this."
He took to fucking me against the wall. I let my dick rub against the
smooth brick surface as my body pressed into the painted brick. Even that
hard surface was turning me on, as aroused as I was.
Brendan worked me out there. My face was pressed red once he let me off the
wall. I struggled to find my legs, naked but for my kitten heels.
"I want to finish off in your sweet pussy. But first, show me again how
good you suck."
I dropped to my knees and breathlessly took his thickness in my mouth,
slurping it around my mouth like a porn star. On his dick I could taste
lube, precum and my ass. It was a musky combination--a taste that I would
grow to love.
I worked his dick hot and fast. "OK, I'm ready to fuck you. Get on your
back and spread your legs."
I dropped to the bed and grabbed the backs of my heels.
Brendan landed on top of me and promptly sunk his dick inside me. We fit
perfectly--we really did. I was designed and built to take this man's cock
inside me, I thought.
He stared me in the eyes as he fucked me deep. "You're a fucking
faggot--you know that, right?"
I nodded, smarting at the word `faggot' but knowing... truly, I was. I was
his faggot, his bitch, and I would do anything he asked me to do for him.
He sank into me, our foreheads touching. His sweat dripped onto me. I
moaned softly, so fucked-out that despite the ongoing stream of pleasure, I
was exhausted. Completely fucked.
He rammed into me until his pace quickened. He was ready to shoot.
"I'm gonna cum inside you baby. Grab your dick and cum when I do."
I stroked my dick, so sensitive that I could barely touch it without
cumming.
He took his pace up, began a crescendo of a moan, then with a gasp shot his
fat load of cum as deep inside me as he could.
The sensation of a man getting off up my ass was too much; I shot my huge
load all over my pretty, painted fingernails.
We both came for 45 seconds or so, moaning and crying out in ecstasy as we
did.
It was the best fuck I'd ever hadÑgiving, or in this case, taking.
He collapsed on top of me, his softening dick still inside my hole. He took
a nap on top of me for five minutes.
When he woke up, he pressed off of me, a little disgusted by what he saw in
my face.
"You gotta go. I got some work to do."
I rolled to the side of the bed.
"Just close the door behind you, it locks."
He collapsed onto his bed. Was this the work he had to do?
I got up and wobbled my way to the bathroom. I was sore as fuck and trying
to keep a huge load of cum inside me. What was I trying to do, get
pregnant?
I got to the bathroom, saw my fucked-out face. I was certainly not as
pretty now as I was when we started, that's for sure. But I'd given him a
terrific fuck, at least.
Once I was dressed in my cocktail dress again and at-least-half-decent
looking, I snuck into his bedroom. He was asleep and snoring. I left him
alone.
After that night, I could not wait to take another fuck from him. I wanted
his dick from the front, from the back, from the side. I wanted to suck him
into ecstasy. I wanted to do for him whatever he wanted me to do for him.
I was obsessed with him.
Brendan, however, was not obsessed with me.
I didn't hear from him for a couple of days. On Tuesday I texted him a
simple, "hey, what's up?" No response.
Wednesday came and went, then Thursday, then Friday...
I had been secretly hoping to spend the next weekend locked onto his dick.
"Any plans this weekend?" I asked.
No response.
I started texting him something sexual. Once per day. "I love your big
beautiful cock." "I have to feel you inside me." "Fuck me hard." That sort
of thing.
For another week-and-a-half, I heard nothing back from him. Till finally,
out of nowhere, I got the following message.
"Hey sorry been busy. get your friends together I want to meet them."
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
I took my handbag to the hallway bathroom. My makeup was not in too
terrible of shape... I still looked pretty. Only my mouth was a mess. I put
down another layer of lipstick and covered it with a thick layer of
lipgloss.
I poured Brendan a scotch on the rocks and took it to his bedroom. What a
gorgeous space: simple decor, clean white sheets on the bed,
floor-to-ceiling windows over the city. A masculine ideal.
Brendan's computer was open, so I put on some Sade in Spotify. Sade is what
I would play when I wanted to score with a girl. The only difference this
time is that I was the girl.
I reached behind, unzipped, and slipped out of my short black cocktail
dress to reveal the black strapless bra and boyshort panties covering my
smooth, white flesh. I folded the dress neatly and d****d it over the back
of his Herman Miller chair. I decided to leave my heels onÑI thought
that might look sexy.
I involuntarily grooved to the music, my hips keeping the beat and my body
swaying to follow. I took in my own body, slid my hands down my smooth
thighs and saw the girl in front of me in black heels, panties, and
braÑa sexy girl getting herself ready for her man.
"Goddamn you're sexy."
Brendan came into the room with just a white towel on his waist. He sat on
the edge of the bed.
"Move that ass for me."
I felt a little bashful, but I was under his command. I moved directly in
front of him, swaying my hips and ass in rhythm with the music while
touching my body. I tossed my hair, slid my hands over the edges of my
panties. It came naturally.
"Turn around. Show me that ass."
I turned around to show him my petite ass. I bent over halfway, arching my
back and presenting my ass a few feet in front of his face.
"Don't be shy, sweetie." I felt his big hands on the sides of my hips. He
pulled me and I stumbled closer to him. Once I got there, he buried his
nose in my ass and massaged my round cheeks with his strong hands.
"I was a little abrupt little rough with this pussy last
weekend. But today I'm going to take my time. Hope that's alright with
you."
"Mmmmmmmm...." was all I could say.
"Lie down on your back, beautiful, and put your ass on the edge of the
bed."
I got into position as instructed. I spread my legs. He gently but firmly
tugged my panties off. I still had my heels strapped to my feet. I reached
for them. He grabbed my wrist.
"Leave them on."
His fingertips began to explore my ass, the undersides of my thighs, the
space between my balls and my ass.
"Your bodyÑit's so smooth. Like it's ready for fucking."
I lay naked on the bed, tight stomach facing up, pussy in the air, heels on
my feet, toenails painted, full makeup on my face. My dick was rock hard
and leaking pre-cum like it had been since I started blowing him a half an
hour ago.
Damn right I was ready for fucking.
Brendan, however, was not.
"Do you know what drives girls crazy? What makes them beg to get fucked?
Getting eaten out."
His middle finger was on my pussy. He squirted a small amount of velvety
lube on it and slid in just the tip. I moaned gently.
I had not expected him to service me that was about the last thing I had
imagined. But I was literally in his hands.
He wiggled his finger a little deeper into me, then added his tongue to the
rim of my hole. It felt... strangely good, better than I expected. My dick
was wicked hard in front and would probably have shot if a strong breeze
had blown. But this sensation of pleasure was different. Deeper.
He fingered me a bit deeper, sliding his finger in two knuckles' deep,
pressing up and inside me, hunting for my pleasure button.
He found it. I moaned as he pressed his finger over it.
He pulled his finger out, squirted more lube on them, then plugged two
fingers inside me. I felt impossibly full but knew this was just the
beginning.
My mind drifted to the time I finger banged Tara Zelinsky's pussy. My high
school girlfriend, Tara had taught me about sexÑhow to finger a girl,
how to eat her out, how to fuck her. Now, I was learning the same
lessonsÑin reverse.
Brendan pushed my ass back so my legs were high in the air. I grabbed my
heels to give him better access. He alternated deep diving with his tongue
and working the wall of my pussy with two fingers. His tongue was driving
me wildÑlike it was creating an itch that I could not scratch.
He added more lube and slid three fingers inside me. I moaned deep and
long.
"You like that?"
I could only groan in response. His expert technique was taking me
somewhere I'd never been. My pussy was aching yet begging for more. My
thoughts were clouded by pure lust.
He went deeper, thrusting those three fingers into my warm and ready
pussy. I was vaguely aware that he was studying my face, watching for signs
of the pleasure he was giving, observing with delight the transformation he
had created in me.
He lubed his hand again. Now he worked four fingers inside me. The
threshold of pain and pleasure increased. My vision clouded over as he
finger-fucked me. He went deep and played with my g-spot at the same time,
playing my pussy like a master violinist plays a Mozart concerto.
"How does that feel, baby?"
"Ah ah amazing!"
"What do you want?"
"I want you to fuck me!"
"Beg me."
"Please! I need your big dick inside of me. I have to feel your whole big,
thick cock up inside my pussy."
As he worked my pussy with his left hand, he reached up with his right and
did something unexpected: he grasped my dick.
I shuddered in pleasure. He stroked it one, two, three long, slow times. I
shot my cum explosively, my ass squeezing madly on his fingers. I cried out
in deep pleasure, so loud that the neighbors on every side could hear me.
I had never had such an intense orgasm, yet, weirdly, it also felt
incomplete like there was another level still to be explored.
My eyes were opening to the possibilities of sex as a woman. Quite
literally, as my vision began to return. Brendan was sweetly toweling me
off with a damp, warm towel. My pussy was still dripping with lube.
But that was all part of Brendan's plan.
I came to, finally. My pleasure sensors had been over-stimulated and now
went into much-needed rest. I saw the world with perfect, post-orgasmic
clarity.
Here I am.
I was a man. I had dressed myself in women's clothing in an effort to
appeal to another man fuck, I'd even dieted and exercised to make him
fuck me. I had sucked his cock and let him cum in my mouth. Now I'd let him
eat me out and cum from just three strokes on my cock and the fantasy that
I had a "pussy."
I looked up with the weight of this reality on my face, and saw Brendan
above me wearing his arrogant smirk. As I opened my mouth to say something,
to make an excuse, to get out of this situation in some way, in any way, he
shoved his eight-inch dick up inside my ass.
I cried out in pain and shame. In this moment, the fantasy was
gone. Brendan was simply and purely exerting dominance over me. What's
worse is that I had begged for it, begged for his "big, thick cock" to fuck
my "pussy."
As he slid all the way inside me, his thatch of pubic hair pressing against
my shaven butt, my eyes welled with tears. He looked like he was in a state
of true happiness.
He was getting off on my shame.
Impossibly full of dick and now stone sober, I looked up into his eyes as
tears formed in mine. I opened my mouth but had nothing to say.
Brendan spoke instead.
"Do you feel me up inside you? Give me a squeeze in there. Make your
master's cock feel good."
Embarrassed, I squeezed inside me, gripping my pussy tight around his dick.
"Ohhhh yeah. This is the fun part. And believe me, you're going to love
it. You might not love it now, but that's part of the fun too. When we're
done, you're going to wish you had my dick in you all day long, every day
of the year."
I could already feel myself turning slightly lustful again, strangely glad
to feel his pubes on my tight, smooth pussy lips.
What if he's right?
What if I become a slave to his cock? I thought.
And that's when he started to fuck me.
Impossibly full of dick and now stone sober, I looked up into his eyes as
tears formed in mine. I opened my mouth but had nothing to say.
Brendan spoke instead.
"Do you feel me up inside you? Give me a squeeze in there. Make your
master's cock feel good."
Embarrassed, I squeezed inside me, gripping my pussy tight around his dick.
"Ohhhh yeah. This is the fun part. And believe me, you're going to love
it. You might not love it now, but that's part of the fun too. When we're
done, you're going to wish you had my dick in you all day long, every day
of the year."
I could already feel myself turning slightly lustful again, strangely glad
to feel his pubes on my tight, smooth pussy lips.
What if he's right? What if I become a slave to his cock? I thought.
And that's when he started to fuck me.
I could taste his cock in my mouth still, the cock that had shot a huge
load into my mouth and down my throat.
Now that cock, fully engorged again, was inside me.
His warning--"When I fuck after I've already gotten off, I fuck long and
hard"--echoed in my head.
He started to piston his limb inside me. Both of us post-orgasmic, we could
see with utter clarity, feel what was happening with perfect lucidity. We
locked eyes, both aware of the moment, united by his thick cock sliding in
and out as my tight pussy clinged onto it, milked it, felt it, made love to
it.
He smiled again, this time without the malice and arrogance--now just with
the joy of sexual victory, of knowing that something great was about to
happen. He looked like a k** the night before Christmas. The only
difference was that he was not excited that Santa Claus was coming to
town... he was excited that he was going to come up my ass.
It would take awhile. We would connect over that dick, feel it moving
inside me in every way possible, for over an hour and a half. I would
discover (then rediscover, then rediscover again) anal orgasm. He would
fuck me on my back, on my knees, clinging to his shoulders, pressed against
the wall, standing on my tiptoes, and finally with my feet on his
shoulders--every way it feels good to put a monster penis inside a tight
hole.
For now, though, I spread my legs while he fucked me the traditional way.
I could start to appreciate my position. His manliness--the way he handled
me, his thick muscularity, his slightly-rank man smell--created in me a
sense of longing. I wanted to be as close to this man as I could--to give
to him all of myself that I could. I ran my hands over his chest, feeling
his thick pecs, my fingertips running through the light patch of
chocolate-colored hair above them.
He would get hairier there as he got older, I thought. Become more of a
man. I dreamt of being under him then, too, my body still shaven smooth,
taking a firm fuck from a middle-aged man's cock.
There was no need to fantasize, though--I was getting worked over by a
young man in peak physical condition, his Greek God stage. I looked up and
saw just a glint of sweat on his forehead, his tousled hair perfectly
messy, the hint of scotch on his breath as he exercised within me.
I looked at myself. Was I fit for the challenge of mating with this divine
creature, this Hercules? My French manicured toenails peaked out the front
of my patent black kitten heels. The light silver anklet I wore slid over
my pale, thin calf. My lusciously smooth skin from my toes up through my
thighs, even up to my... my pussy. My flat stomach, just like on the
hottest girls, the ones I used to dream about, then dream about being. Now
I didn't have to dream--I was one of them.
I was a hot girl. A 10 out of 10 (plus a cock).
Brendan took each of my skinny wrists in his hands and held them on the
mattress above my head. He kissed inside my smooth armpits, kept fucking
me. I tightened my core muscles, pulled my legs up-and-back to give him
greater access. His chest was just above mine and rubbed against it. He
slow-fucked me steadily, insistently. His face passed by mine as he thrust
in and out. Our noses touched once, twice.
We had never even kissed, I thought. I'd taken two massive loads from this
guy--one in each end--and I'd never had so much as a peck. If he was going
to kiss me, it didn't happen then. So I watched his face as it slid just in
front of mine, saw the expression of a man who was just starting to enter
the stages of arousal.
Our bodies were starting to sweat. I could feel the light glide of his skin
against mine, the sheen of moisture a conductor for the electricity between
us. I reached for the heels of my shoes, pulled them further back to get
more dick inside me. His chest rubbed harder against mine, brushed against
the bra I was still wearing.
"Take your bra off."
I reached behind my back to unhook my bra, engaged my legs to keep them up
and not interrupt the fuck.
I slid the bra off my arms. Our naked chests rubbed together. Did I look
less feminine, less like a woman without my bra on? Brendan must have read
my mind.
"You look beautiful, baby. So truly fuckable."
I blushed, committed myself again to giving him the best fuck I could.
We began to leave the civilized phase and enter the lustful one. I could
feel the rib of the head of his dick sliding deeper in me. He was pounding
my bitchass deep and hard.
I squeezed him off, newly aware of the musculature inside of me.
Brendan moaned. I massaged his member as it rode over my inner
sphincter. Bent at the midriff like I was, it felt like the head was
pressing into my stomach: he was that big, took me that deep.
We both started panting as he fucked me a little faster. He was trying to
get me pregnant now, shoot a load high and deep inside my willing pussy.
But his goal was not to cum. At least not soon. His thick dick was firm but
not impatient, and he ran his dick up in me steadily.
He pulled near my entrance and did something a little different he
lifted my ass up above me so his dick could drive harder against the front
of my pussy wall. Then he sunk his dick inside me, just 3-4 inches up
inside my pussy. He pressed up on the spot where his fat dickhead landed. I
could feel something inside me, a sensation building slowly. I didn't know
it then, but he was pounding on my g-spot, my pleasure point, pounding the
head and ridge of his dick right on top of the spot that could drive me
crazy, could set me free.
He hit it over and over again, my hands again pinned up behind my head,
sweat beginning to drip from his chest onto mine. Our foreheads touched,
connected as kept hitting my spot. He looked into my eyes, desperate to see
the effect he was having on me. I squealed.
I started to lose my full vision. I saw stars on top of the world as the
pressure of his thickness, the pain and pleasure of it increased in my
body. I started making sounds, noises that you can't describe, a****l
noises that belong to a deeply rutted wild a****l. I could no longer
contain myself as he landed on my pleasure spot it was almost too much,
but somehow never enough.
He rubbed my breasts, which sent another wave of pleasure through my
body. Waves upon waves of pleasure built on each other, added together. My
legs spasmed. My throat caught my breath as my body expanded and
contracted.
I was having a full-on pussygasm.
Brendan saw this but just kept hitting my spot. I moaned, cried out, clawed
at his chest as he brought me to this level of pleasure. I was powerless,
but electric. I was fulfilled completely and yet totally unfulfilled.
If you've ever had an orgasm from your ass, you know what I am talking
about.
If you haven't, it's like being on the verge of cumming, constantly. Never
that full release, but right up at the edge, getting pulverized, hammered
by the pleasure.
I lost my mind with pleasure I forgot my name, forgot how to speak for
fifteen minutes. I went into a world of pain-pleasure that only ended when
Brendan slowed down to look in my eyes again.
"How was that?" he asked.
I welled up with tears. "Incredible. I don't... thank you."
He started fucking me deep again as the smile returned to his face. He was
still so far from cumming, so much the master of his hard cock, that he
could just talk to me: man-to-pussybitch.
"I always want to see my bitches cum while I fuck them. I know I'm going to
cum, so that's not the fun part."
As he's chatting, meanwhile, he's insistently fucking his eight-incher
inside of me.
"But seeing my bitches get off from having me inside them? Well, that's
almost as good as when I come. Almost."
"Now, I want you to fuck yourself."
He grabbed me by the hips. He lifted me off the mattress, pulled me onto
his lap. My clitty was pressed against his hairy chest as we got
resettled. That didn't seem to bother him a bit.
I climbed on top of him as he lay down. I put my hands on his chest,
feeling the pulsing of his heart through his wall of chest muscles. I ran
my hands down to his abs, traced the pattern of his six-pack. He was such a
fucking stud.
"I said fuck yourself."
I snapped out of my reverie at his command. I placed my knees wide to the
side and braced myself with my hands on his strong chest. I worked my hips
up then down again, releasing three inches of his length then sinking back
down onto it entirely.
Mmmmmm, that felt good.
I decided to go deeper.
I rolled my body up, tucked my knees in, and arched my back high so that he
was only in me an inch or two... then lowered back down on him all the way.
We both sighed. I did that move again, letting the fullness of him run
through my tight passageway.
It was so hot I could barely do it a third timeÑI might cum through my
own dick from how good it felt.
"Get selfish, baby. Make that pussy feel good. I'm gonna get mine; don't
worry. I wanna see you wiggle on it."
He was lying on his back, pulled a pillow up under his head, got relaxed. I
had his dick nestled inside me. I leaned forward and placed my knees
further up his sides. Now his dick was just barely inside my hole. I placed
my hands on his chest and began to work the tip inside me. I found my
pleasure spot and whimpered. I took a quick breath then bounced on that
spot once, twice, three times. It felt so good that I couldn't stop. I
worked the head on my spot over and over again, crying out "Unnnhhhhh!
Unnnhhhhhh!" The pleasure was driving me wild. I was worried I would cum
both from my ass and my dick at the same time.
He put his hands on my flat tits, pinching my nipples roughly as I worked
my ass. He stuck one thumb on top of my lips. I took it into my mouth,
began sucking it like it was his dick.
I fell into my whimpering second ass-orgasm, moaning and whining. It lasted
and lasted as I worked his dickhead inside me at all the key pressure
points.
I was living for this big dick inside me.
After I came (up the ass), I breathlessly let myself rest on Brendan's
chest, his dick engaged inside me. Brendan took the lead again. He slapped
my firm cheek and told me to get off his dick entirely.
"Get on your knees and spread your legs like a bitch."
I could barely understand his words but I could hear his intention. He was
going to fuck me hard. I flipped myself over, put my knees wide to the side
of me and arched my back downwardÑthe sluttiest position a man or woman
(or I) could take.
My ass hung over the edge of the bed.
He sprung to the floor. With his 6'1" height plus the height of the bed, I
had to wiggle my ass downward, spreading my knees and opening up my ass
wide to give him open access.
Once I was there, he leaned over me, his hand around my midsection.
"Do you remember this position? On Halloween? This is how we started
dating, sweetie."
He jammed his full cock up inside me, hard and fast. Did he just make a
sarcastic reference to when he ****d me?
"Just like that. Mmm. Still a perfect fit for my big one."
I made a noise of approval.
(It's pretty hot to know that he's right, that my pussy is built perfectly
for his dick. It's 100% emasculating, but to be a good fit for this man,
fuck... I'll be a woman any day.)
He rammed inside me, pulled nearly all the way out, then rammed in again,
hard and fast. I gasped as his hairy crotch pressed against my sweet, bare
ass.
He did it again, sliding seven of his thick eight inches into me with
energy and force.
He'd let me have my pleasure; now it was his turn.
He moaned from the tightness. I gasped from the shock. It was the Brendan
Show now. It would be until he let his cock blow off inside my ass, or
wherever else he wanted to shoot.
He thrust inside me at various angles, hammering the sides of my still-new
pussy-ass. He changed the angle as he thrust in, widening my pussy with
every landed blow.
"I'm gonna wreck this pussy."
That sounded like a threat.
Giving him my pussy this way was like passing the key to your brand new
Tesla to your testosterone-laden 17-year-old son and telling him to have
fun. You hope you're getting the car back, but you KNOW it's coming back
with some wear-and-tear.
Sure enough, he was driving me fast and furious. He pounded into me again
and again. His shouts were louder than before. If the neighboring
apartments had heard me while he was eating me out, the whole building
could hear him while he fucked me from behind.
I could only hold on, keep my ass low, opened wide, take his stallion dick
inside me the best way I could. I met his thrusts, opened up inside,
squeezed him at the top, and tried to make his horny-ass dick feel so good
it would throw up its load of cum.
Not yet, it wouldn't. After 15 minutes of fucking me hard and deep, he
grabbed my feet and flipped me over. With my feet on his shoulders, he
grabbed around my neck and I supported myself on his. He picked me up and
started fucking me in thin air, bouncing me off his dick with just the
violent weight of gravity pulling me down onto his thick one.
Determined to push ever deeper into me, he moved from there to the wall. My
sensitive back lay against a painted brick wall. He used the pressure of
the wall to hammer deeply into me. Between the friction of the wall and my
own weight pulling me downward, his dick was so deep inside me. Maybe the
deepest it had ever been.
He looked into the full-length mirror that ran alongside us, that showed
our full fuck position. I took in his muscular ass, saw where the front of
his hips nested inside my pussy-ass. "Look at yourself. Didn't you used to
be a man? Now, you're getting fucked like a slut. And you fucking love it."
I took in his demeaning words, realized I could not deny the truth. I was
essentially a fuckslut--someone who got off on getting men off.
He bounced me up and down a couple times as we stared at ourselves. I
yelped involuntarily.
I was a fucking slut, just a week and a day removed from being a straight
man.
"I do love it. Now give me that dick, and give it to me hard and long."
Brendan pressed into me, making me feel the hard head of his dick in the
pit of my stomach. He lifted me off his dick and instructed me to "turn
around."
I had my hands against the bricks. He spread my legs with his, fumbled for
my hole.
"Get up on your toes."
I had my heels on, but Brendan is six inches taller than I am. I pressed
into my toes, my knees scr****g up against the wall. He pressed into me
from behind, popping nearly all the way into me once he landed on my hole.
I almost exploded out of pleasure.
"Oh yeah, bitch."
He reached in front and gave my dick a quick couple of strokes. I was rock
hard. I gasped as he touched it.
"I knew you were going to love this."
He took to fucking me against the wall. I let my dick rub against the
smooth brick surface as my body pressed into the painted brick. Even that
hard surface was turning me on, as aroused as I was.
Brendan worked me out there. My face was pressed red once he let me off the
wall. I struggled to find my legs, naked but for my kitten heels.
"I want to finish off in your sweet pussy. But first, show me again how
good you suck."
I dropped to my knees and breathlessly took his thickness in my mouth,
slurping it around my mouth like a porn star. On his dick I could taste
lube, precum and my ass. It was a musky combination--a taste that I would
grow to love.
I worked his dick hot and fast. "OK, I'm ready to fuck you. Get on your
back and spread your legs."
I dropped to the bed and grabbed the backs of my heels.
Brendan landed on top of me and promptly sunk his dick inside me. We fit
perfectly--we really did. I was designed and built to take this man's cock
inside me, I thought.
He stared me in the eyes as he fucked me deep. "You're a fucking
faggot--you know that, right?"
I nodded, smarting at the word `faggot' but knowing... truly, I was. I was
his faggot, his bitch, and I would do anything he asked me to do for him.
He sank into me, our foreheads touching. His sweat dripped onto me. I
moaned softly, so fucked-out that despite the ongoing stream of pleasure, I
was exhausted. Completely fucked.
He rammed into me until his pace quickened. He was ready to shoot.
"I'm gonna cum inside you baby. Grab your dick and cum when I do."
I stroked my dick, so sensitive that I could barely touch it without
cumming.
He took his pace up, began a crescendo of a moan, then with a gasp shot his
fat load of cum as deep inside me as he could.
The sensation of a man getting off up my ass was too much; I shot my huge
load all over my pretty, painted fingernails.
We both came for 45 seconds or so, moaning and crying out in ecstasy as we
did.
It was the best fuck I'd ever hadÑgiving, or in this case, taking.
He collapsed on top of me, his softening dick still inside my hole. He took
a nap on top of me for five minutes.
When he woke up, he pressed off of me, a little disgusted by what he saw in
my face.
"You gotta go. I got some work to do."
I rolled to the side of the bed.
"Just close the door behind you, it locks."
He collapsed onto his bed. Was this the work he had to do?
I got up and wobbled my way to the bathroom. I was sore as fuck and trying
to keep a huge load of cum inside me. What was I trying to do, get
pregnant?
I got to the bathroom, saw my fucked-out face. I was certainly not as
pretty now as I was when we started, that's for sure. But I'd given him a
terrific fuck, at least.
Once I was dressed in my cocktail dress again and at-least-half-decent
looking, I snuck into his bedroom. He was asleep and snoring. I left him
alone.
After that night, I could not wait to take another fuck from him. I wanted
his dick from the front, from the back, from the side. I wanted to suck him
into ecstasy. I wanted to do for him whatever he wanted me to do for him.
I was obsessed with him.
Brendan, however, was not obsessed with me.
I didn't hear from him for a couple of days. On Tuesday I texted him a
simple, "hey, what's up?" No response.
Wednesday came and went, then Thursday, then Friday...
I had been secretly hoping to spend the next weekend locked onto his dick.
"Any plans this weekend?" I asked.
No response.
I started texting him something sexual. Once per day. "I love your big
beautiful cock." "I have to feel you inside me." "Fuck me hard." That sort
of thing.
For another week-and-a-half, I heard nothing back from him. Till finally,
out of nowhere, I got the following message.
"Hey sorry been busy. get your friends together I want to meet them."
What the fuck was that supposed to mean?
Emely
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