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I was thrilled when my boss told me he was sending me to San Francisco for a conference. It was a location on my "Top 10 places I wanted to go". I went online and Googled the major attractions and tourist "must sees in San Francisco. The conference was Wednesday to Friday and I figured I would add a couple of days and tour this unique American city. Through the Google search, I found many cool things to do in San Francisco. By the end of the night I had made a list of twenty potential activities. As the week went on and I talked to a few colleagues who had been to the city already, I ended up with a lengthy list of must-to-sees, must-to-dos and must-to-eat-ats. It was a daunting list, and one I could never do in the amount of time I had. So more Google searches for reviews, and I finally had it narrowed down to a few choices. I ordered tickets for a musical "Beach Blanket Babylon" and, of course, a trip to Alcatraz. The rest I figured I would decide once I was there.

The first night there, after checking in, the bellhop recommended a blues bar that specialized in southern food. I love southern food, so I headed to the club. After getting lost once, I found the club and had a superb southern fried chicken supper. I stayed for an amazing blues show, staying way later than I had anticipated.

It was during the second evening that a long ignored fetish rekindled. I was at "Beach Blanket Babylon", a must-see show I was told (and I have to agree), when part way through I saw a guy in drag singing. Now I should note that I have a pantyhose fetish and, although I have ignored it since I got married, I was getting the urge to wear pantyhose again, something I had long denied myself.

When I was younger, I would often steal my Mom's pantyhose and wear them underneath my clothing. I briefly thought I may be gay because I liked to dress in pantyhose, but I liked chicks too much and back then no one was openly bi, so I eventually squelched my desire to wear pantyhose and moved on. I still had my pantyhose fetish and loved seeing them on women. My wife, Isabelle, had amazing legs and, although she thought my pantyhose fetish was odd, she often wore them for me when we went out. She even cut a hole out in a few so she could wear them during sex. We had a great sex life, but our relationship had slowly fallen apart. We really had nothing in common, and we got divorced six months before my trip to San Francisco.

I got off the trolley and on my way back to my hotel I was passing Walgreens and I wondered if they sold pantyhose. I went in and found they indeed did. I grabbed a pair and went to the till. I felt nervous, like a k** buying condoms for the first time. Did the cute cashier know I was buying them for me? She didn't even raise an eyelid at my odd purchase, and I rushed to my hotel room, oddly giddy with excitement. As soon as I closed the door of my hotel room, I got out of my clothes, including my underwear, and put on the soft silky pantyhose. I lay on my bed in my black pantyhose and logged into my computer. I searched Literotica for cross-dressing stories. As I read them, my cock became stiff in my pantyhose, although I had to adjust my pantyhose to give my cock room to grow. Most of the stories ended in gay sex and although I was had never been really interested in other men, my dick stayed stiff as I read story after story. I rubbed my cock through the sheer nylon and it brought back so many memories of my fetish-filled youth. A story where a reserved straight man ended being a cross-dressing faggot in a naughty sex train finally did it, and I shot cum all over my pantyhose. I got up, cleaned the pantyhose off, and left them over the shower to dry. I fell asleep wondering why it was an anal sex gay male story that got me off.

Next day I put my pantyhose back on, without any underwear (what's the point, the pantyhose kept my cock from shifting), and dressed in my usual suit and tie.

The morning was a write-off, as I kept thinking of my naughty secret that no one else knew. My dick stayed hard all morning and at lunch I decided to see if any drag shows were playing on a Friday night. There were a couple, and I decided I would go check one out. It was harmless, but my curiosity lingered. I suffered through a brutal afternoon of conference boredom, and, once I was done, found my body leading me to a Victoria's Secret. I had decided to add to my naughty attire, not completely cross- dressing, but adding frilly underwear to the mix. I bought a pair of bright pink hip huggers. I briefly considered a bra, but that seemed silly and redundant. I then went to Neiman Marcus and decided to buy a pair of real silk pantyhose, the kind you couldn't buy at a Walgreens. They cost forty-six bucks but the Wolford pantyhose were the softest, sheerest silk I had ever touched. I got them in the colour I like to see on women the most: mocha. I got back to the hotel and took a long shower. The show wasn't till ten, so I ordered from room service and took a nap.

I woke up later than planned, just before nine, and rushed to get ready. I put on my bright pink panties and my silky sheer pantyhose. I put on a pair of designer jeans and a black short sleeve dress shirt.

It felt so good walking in my pantyhose that I decided to not wear socks, one more slight risk. I put on my black dress shoes and left. My feet felt so free in just the sheer pantyhose. A crazy cab driver took me to the club, speeding up and down the hills of San Francisco. I could only find a chair at the bar, beside a fully dressed drag queen.

I ordered a beer from the clearly gay bartender and surveyed the room. It was mostly men, a few tourist couples and what looked like a bridal staggette. When I returned my gaze to the bar, the drag queen was smiling at me.

He/she was surprisingly pretty. At first I had to do a double take to be sure he/she was a he. Thankfully, his Adam's apple gave the game away.

He/she said, his/her (I will refer to her as she from now on!!!) voice stunningly high and feminine, "Hi stranger, here for the show?"

Slightly nervous, I stuttered, "Y-y-y-yeah."

"Oh you will love it, honey," she promised, her hand grabbing mine and giving it a squeeze. I was shocked, but much to my surprise, I didn't pull my hand away.

"I-I-I hope so," I stammered, like a shy teenager.

"Where you from?" she asked, her hand still holding mine.

"Canada," I answered.

"You are the second person I have met today from Canada. I am originally from South Carolina."

There was a brief lull as I pondered what to say. She broke the silence, "By the way, I am Flame. Maybe I can light your fire."

I imagine I went beet red and on reflex moved my hand away.

"Did I embarrass you, Darling? You are cute enough to eat whole," she teased, with a devilish smile.

Just then another drag queen came and hugged Flame and I realized this was my chance to leave. Yet my legs felt like cement. Instead, I ordered a second beer. Once again surveying the room, I realized it had got much busier. There was almost nowhere to move and people kept bumping into me and squishing beside me to order drinks. When I returned back around, I noticed that Flame had left. I was surprised that I was disappointed, but noticed her pink purse was still there. I suddenly got a warm feeling inside me. I wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I was bumped again and heard a rather entertaining conversation between two gay men. A very good-looking blonde guy was waiting for his drinks as a guy I could not see pleaded his romantic case. "I really like you. I always have. But you were with Jamie and even though I knew he was not good for you, I just waited. I promise I would never do anything to hurt you." The next thing I knew I was inches away, as two young men started making out. It was like watching a car accident. You know you shouldn't look, yet you can't peel your eyes off the perverse scene.

I felt a hand tap my shoulder and I turned and was face to face with Flame. "Enjoying the show?" she asked, a knowing smile on her face.

I stammered, attempting to defend my staring, "You don't see much of that up in Canada."

"You like?"

"Each to their own," I shrugged, trying to come off as manly and straight. Having to urinate and break the seal, I asked, "Where is the bathroom here?"

She pointed behind her and offered with a flirtatious smile, "I'll hold your seat for you."

I squeezed my way through the mob of mostly gay men and squeezed into the men's washroom. Inside were three stalls and five urinals. In my head, I expected to see some sort of naughtiness, but all I saw were two guys washing their hands talking, and a couple of others taking a piss. Remembering I was wearing pantyhose, I choose the only open stall. Once closed, I quickly sat down and read some of the naughty comments like: 'Garrett will cheat on you," or "Monty has the biggest cock I've ever had,' or 'For a guaranteed good time call Elmer' or 'Adam loves it up the ass.'

While I was reading the comments on the door, I heard the door to my right close, and instantly heard a rough voice order, "Bend that ass over, faggot!"

A few seconds later, I heard what was obviously a guy getting fucked in the ass. I heard whimpering turned into moaning and my cock, thinking on its own, began to rise.

I also noticed a hole on the wall. I knew I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and peaked into the hole. I held in a gasp. I watched a voyeur drawn into perversion. A skinny white guy, bent over the toilet, was being ass-fucked hard by a well-built black guy.

I don't know how long I watched, before the big guy pulled his long cock out of the guy's ass and demanded, "Suck me off bitch!"

The guy quickly dropped to his knees and engulfed the ass-fucker's cock. I had never seen such an eager cocksucker. He bobbed back and forth with desperate abandon. Within a minute or two of this hardcore cocksucking, the big guy grunted and clearly shot his load down the faggot's mouth. The faggot didn't miss a beat as he swallowed the guy's cum.

I looked away and saw Flame's name on the wall. It said, 'No one sucks cock like Flame!"

My already stiff cock flicked and just as I was about to stand up I heard a male voice, "Get sucking, bitch!"

I looked to wear the voice was coming to my left. I saw a cock staring at me. I realized quickly I was in a glory-hole and he was talking to me. Rattled, I pulled up my panties, pantyhose and jeans hastily and quickly exited the stall. Fearful he would come out of the stall, I ignored washing my hands and fled out of there.

As I left, I heard someone yell, "Get back here, fresh meat!"

I squeezed my way back to the bar and chugged my beer. I again thought of leaving, but was distracted by Flame.

"Hey Sweetie," she smiled, her soft hand returning to mine. "See anything interesting?"

"Wow," I babbled.

Still smiling, she continued, "The bathroom here often includes a lot of extra-circular activity." Her finger gently caressed my hand. I should have pulled away, but it felt very nice and was relaxing me.

Attempting to be nonchalant, I responded, "So I learned."

Just as Flame was about to speak again, she was interrupted by a booming voice. "Welcome bitches to our special show. We have some fine ladies here tonight for your entertainment. Be loud and rambunctious and if you like them, give generously. Up first is the sexy, the naughty, Marilyn MoanMoan. She will tantalize you with her 1950's cabaret. So please let's hear it for Marilyn MoanMoan."

The crowd went wild and I watched in secret awe, as this woman, who looked ridiculously like Marilyn Monroe, danced and sang while the packed crowd around the stage offered her bills. While she danced, she took the bills with her hands, her mouth and her breasts. It was all very erotic. I scanned the crowd wondering how many men here were straight, like me.

Flame asked, her fingers making small gentle circles on my hand, "What do you think of her?"

"She is very talented and a dead ringer for the real Marilyn."

"Isn't she?" Flame agreed, before offering, "I can introduce you to her later if you want."

"Ok," I said, unsure what else to say. I missed the introduction, but a new girl was on and looked much more what I expected from a cross dresser. Although she was dressed to the nines, she was obviously a male. Like the first dancer, she did a little number and had many men fighting to give her money. It was like a strip show without the stripping.

I felt a hand on my back and turned to see a Brad Pitt look-alike attempting to order a drink while using my back for stability. He smiled at me, "Sorry."

I responded, starring at his drop dead good looks, "No problem." He got his drinks and went on his way.

"Isn't he dreamy?"

"What?" I asked, turning back to Flame.

"Isn't he dreamy?"

"I guess." I shrugged, not wanting to give any signs that I might be into that type of thing.

"He doesn't play, anyways," Flame said. I assumed I knew what play meant and didn't ask.

The second dancer was leaving the stage. The announcer introduced the next girl while Flame and I talked.

"So you like wearing girl's clothing?" Flame asked, surprising the shit out of me.

"Excuse me?"

"Well I see you are wearing pantyhose under your pants," she pointed out, letting go off my hand and reaching down to touch my sheer pantyhose. "Oh my, and these aren't just any cheap pair are they?"

I stammered, "Um...it was...."

Her hand moved up my leg, and rested just above my knee. Her voice was both compassionate and flirty, "It's ok. If you are just experimenting or curious, Baby, this is the place." Her hand moved up a smidge, and instead of outrage, I felt excitement and my cock attempting to grow, but struggled in the restrictive panties and pantyhose. I tried to ignore the awkward position of my cock, but it was really uncomfortable and I adjusted my cock in front of this hypnotic drag queen. Her smile dripped as she purred, leaning into my ear, her hand moving up ever so close to my stiff cock, "I hope that is because of me."

My face went red but I said nothing, refusing to admit the obvious truth that it was completely because of her.

Not deterred by my silence, she asked, "So do you have a pantyhose fetish?"

I nodded my head and finally spoke, "I have since I was a teenager."

"And, I am guessing you used to wear them and masturbate with them on," she assessed, completely correct; her hand now an inch from my cock.

I couldn't believe it. All I wanted right now was this drag queen, this man, to touch my cock. It was ridiculous. It was absurd. It was all I could think of. I nodded my head in affirmation and slight shame, "Yes, I used to do that."

"Let me guess," she said, "you quit wearing girl's clothing when you got into high school."

"College," I corrected, "I lived in a dorm."

"I see," she purred, "and you haven't done so since...today, have you?"

"Correct," I responded, my head dropping in shame.

Her hand didn't move as she consoled me, "Honey, here in San Fran we accept all kinds: the flaming, the out, the bi and especially the," she paused, a seductive mischievous smile crossing her face as her hand moved and rested directly on my cock, "curious."

I took a deep breath as I battled my conscience. I knew I should leave before I ended up way over my head, yet a larger, curious, part of me wanted to see what would happen next.

Her hand just rested there, a gentle reminder, while we watched another drag queen dance. The silence drove me nuts. It gave me ample time to leave and ample time to ponder about what might happen. Finally, Flame turned back to me, her same seductive smile frozen on her face, "I have to go back stage, I am after Cinderfella."

I laughed at the name and my body flinched, my hard cock pressing up into her hand.

She gave me a wink, a gentle squeeze to my cock and stood up. She leaned forward, her hand returning to my cock and rubbed it gently. Her voice was sweet like honey. "I expect you on the dance floor, Baby. I expect you to be my best little fan." Her hand gave a firm squeeze to my cock. "Will you do that for me Baby?"

I whimpered, her hand doing wonders to my erection, "Y-y-yes."

"Good," she whispered, her lips nibbling my ear. She gave one last squeeze and she was off.

For the umpteenth time, I had the perfect opportunity to walk away. To just up and leave. Yet, when I did stand up part way through Cinderfella's act, in which by the way she looked like a real live version of the cartoon princess, it was to walk to the dance floor. I struggled to squeeze my way close enough to the stage to do what Flame had asked me to. I pulled out my wallet and grabbed a bunch of bills.

Suddenly, I wondered what was the proper etiquette for giving money to a performing drag queen. It wasn't like I could just add fifteen percent like I did for a waitress. I tried to see what others were giving and it ranged: mostly ones, a couple fives, and one ten. I decided right then and there that I would up the ante with my bills.

Cinderfella ended her number and while I waited, I looked around the dance floor. There were guys drinking, guys chatting and a couple of guys making out. Before today that would have made me incredibly uncomfortable and probably even repelled me, yet now it just seemed normal. I was bumped by a couple making out and then a pale flamboyant redhead introduced himself, "Hi, I'm Jay."

I shook his hand and said, "Hi, I'm Paul."

"Nice to meet you. This is your first time here I am guessing."

"Is it that obvious?" I replied.

"Yeah," he smiled, "You are looking all over the place, seem incredibly nervous and flinched a bit when you saw guys making out with each other."

"Oh, sorry," I apologized, attempting to justify it. "I'm from Western Canada, we don't see many public signs of affection between gay men."

He shrugged. "In San Fran, it's hard not to see two gay men together."

We were interrupted by the announcer who said, "And now, the vivacious, the seductive, the temptress, Flame."

The crowd erupted and Flame came on stage to Elvis's 'Burning Love'. I pushed my way forward through the throngs of gay men until I reached the stage. Flame saw me instantly and gave her seemingly signature smile to me. I put my hand forward, waving a twenty in the air. She bent down and took it in her mouth before sauntering away. She was an amazing dancer: both smooth and erotic. I pulled out another twenty for when she returned to where I was standing. The crowd on the dance floor was loud, sweaty and horny. I felt hands on my ass and heard a lot of cat calling and whistling. Flame took my second twenty by bending down and taking it with her breasts, her eyes never leaving mine. I felt like the prey of a hungry hunter, a tantalizing temptress. As the song was coming to an end, I pulled out one more twenty and held it in the air for Flame to see. After taking others money, she crawled on all fours to me, and said, "Put it in your mouth, baby."

I did without hesitation and leaned forward as she took it with hers, our lips touching for just a heartbeat of time. I couldn't believe how soft they were, way softer than any girl I had ever kissed. I watched her crawl on all fours away from me and off the stage, getting a great view of her well curved ass. My cock twitched in my panties as I wondered what it would be like to fuck her ass.

"Ladies and gentleman and ladies, give it up again for Flame," the hostess demanded. Explosions of cheering and clapping echoed off the walls. It seemed louder than when I was at an Edmonton Oilers Stanley Cup final playoff game when we forced game seven back in 20006.

The hostess announced another performer as I made my way back to my seat. I had enjoyed being out there while Flame performed, but I was still way out of my comfort zone out there. I eventually made it back to my seat, dripping with sweat, it was damn hot in the bar, and chugged the last half of my beer. The bartender gave me another beer a couple of seconds later. I gave him a look and he smiled, "Flame said to make sure you always had a drink."

I tool another long sip before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I assumed it was Flame and turned around. It was a tall black man dressed in all leather, with both his nipples sporting clamps and a chain.

Although he looked tough and not one to fuck with, his voice was the stereotypical high-pitched you hear on TV. "Flame would like to see you backstage."

"Oh," I responded to this new development. Yet again I had a chance to turn and walk away, but instead stood up and followed the large black man.

I was led to a long hallway and eventually to a room with the number six on it. He knocked and Flame called out, "Come in, baby."

The black man opened the door for me and closed it after I entered.

Flame, still in full costume, smiled, "So baby, did you like the show?"

"You are very talented," I replied, avoiding the actual question.

"Thank you darling, you know exactly what to say to a girl and you know flattery will get you everywhere," she teased, coming over and giving me a hug.

After a short, but cock tingling, hug, she sat down on the couch and said, "You know the worst part of being a girl?"

"Every fourth week," I joked.

"Funny," she said, giving a sweet laugh. "Walking all day in four inch pumps. My feet are killing me. Would you be a dear and unbuckle them for me?"

I paused for a second pondering what this implied, before I moved to her and dropped to my knees at her feet. My hands were shakings slightly as I unbuckled the straps of her heels.

Once I had one heel off, I slowly, with a bit more confidence, unbuckled the other.

This done, Flame asked, "Can you be a darling and massage my feet for me?"

Already on the floor in a serving position, I did as requested, taking her stocking-clad foot into my hands. I gently massaged her foot as she talked, "So, you still haven't told me your name yet, baby."

"It's Paul," I finally admitted.

"And what does my cute little Paul do for a living?"

"I am in software programming."

"My Paul is a nerd, how adorable," she purred, flirtation dripping on every word.

Being referred to as 'my Paul' had my still hard cock begging for attention. "Yeah, I have always been good with computers."

"Well, you sure seem good with your hands, baby."

I moved to massaging the other foot while she continued talking, "So how long are you in San Fran, baby?"

"I fly out Sunday afternoon," I answered.

"So you could come out tomorrow night to our once a month newcomers show," she said, excitement brimming with each word.

"What is that?" I asked, suddenly nervous and curious.

"Stand up," she ordered. I did. She stood up and stretched before walking around me and seemingly inspecting me. "You are six feet tall, correct?"

"Yes."

"You wear size ten shoes?"

"Usually."

She put her hands on my hips and asked, "A thirty-four waist?"

"Impressive."

"Excellent!" she exclaimed.

"What is excellent?" I asked.

"We are almost the same size," she informed me. I looked at her with a slightly confused look. She then announced, like the mother of a debutante, "You, my darling, are entering tomorrow night's amateur drag queen competition."

I gasped and confidently responded, "There is no way that is happening."

She returned to face me, her eyes never leaving mine. "This is non-negotiable. Now out of curiosity let's see what you are wearing under your I-am-straight disguise." She reached for my belt buckle and quickly undid my belt. She pulled on my pants button and it popped open. Her eyes still boring into mine, she unzipped me and put her hand directly on my slightly exposed cock. I shivered with anticipation, wanting her to drop to her knees and take my dick in her pretty little mouth. "My Paul, is this for me?"

I nodded my head just slightly.

"Oh honey, a girl needs to hear that she gets a boy excited," she explained, her hand rubbing my cock through the sheer pantyhose and panties.

I took a deep breath and crossed the invisible barrier that my body had been begging to cross all night. "Yes Flame, you got my penis all excited."

"Your penis?" she teased, her hand going inside my panties and gripping my erection. "Boys have a penis, men have cocks. Don't you mean your cock?"

"Yes, my cock. You got my cock so fucking hard," I moaned, her hand doing wonders.

She dropped to her knees and pulled my panties and pantyhose down to my knees and released my raging hard-on. She looked up at me and asked, "What do you want Flame to do next, Darling?"

I moaned, "Please suck me."

Her smile went even wider, "Baby, I will give you pleasure you can't even imagine. All you have to do is promise me one tiny, little thing."

"Anything," I moaned, her hand slowly sliding up and down my cock.

"Anything?" she repeated as a question. "You got to be careful what you say to a girl."

I stammered, long past caring about consequences, "What do you want me to do?"

"Enter the show tomorrow night," she informed me, her tongue flicking at my mushroom head, while she fondled my balls.

"Ahhhhhh," I let out before agreeing, "Fine, but I don't have any dance style."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about the details, let Flame take care of all that."

"Ok," I stammered, while she took my balls in her mouth. It was an amazing stimulator and had me dying to feel her lips around my cock.

"Do you want me to suck your cock, Baby?"

"Please," I mumbled wanting nothing more.

She gave a sexy wink and engulfed my cock. I have no idea how she did it, but I felt like my cock was in a constant whirlpool. She used her tongue and lips to give me the best blow-job I had ever experienced. She kept a steady, but slow, pace, unlike most girls who just wanted to get it over with. She clearly loved sucking cock. "That feels so good Flame," I moaned a few minutes in.

She squeezed my ass in response and picked up the pace just a bit. Her hand on my ass slowly moved towards my no-enter zone. I stiffened as her finger parted my ass cheeks. She moved her finger between my cheeks while never missing a beat with the cock in her mouth.

I could feel my cum bubbling in my balls and warned, knowing most girls I had blow me didn't like to swallow, "I'm going to come soon."

She ignored my warning and instead surprised me by pushing her finger in my rosebud. The violation of my ass was a shock and much to my surprise seemed to send an electric shock through my body. While she slowly penetrated her finger deeper into my virgin asshole, she continued her masterly cocksucking. Less than minute of this focused teasing and pleasing and I shot my load down Flame's throat. Again, unlike most girls, she didn't miss a beat as she continued to suck my cock. Much to my surprise, my cock didn't shrivel like it usually did, but instead remained stiff as a missile ready for take-off. Her finger still in my ass, she took my cock out of her mouth. "Is my Baby ready to fuck me?"

I hesitated. It was one thing to get a blow-job from a drag queen, but fucking her made it officially a homosexual act. The hesitation didn't last long though. "Flame, that was the best blow-job I have ever had."

"I have heard that before. Wait till you fuck my tight pussy," she replied, standing up. She walked over to the couch, bent over and lifted up her dress. "Get over here baby, Flame needs her fire rekindled."

Long past the point of no return, I walked, well waddled really my pantyhose still half-way down my legs, and got behind the sexy drag queen. From behind there was no evidence that this she was a he. No cock hanging down, not one hair on her ass, just a tight ass, a red thong, and pantyhose with a hole cut open so I could have access to her pussy. "Are you ready?"

"Yeah Baby. Slide that beautiful cock in Flame's tight warm pussy. Flame's pussy is dying to feel you inside her," she purred.

Hearing her talk in third person was a turn-on for some reason and I slowly pushed my cock between her smooth white ass cheeks. She let out a soft moan when my cock broke through her tight opening. The feeling of my cock encased and squeezed in her pussy was the tightest sensation I had ever felt. As I pushed forward deeper into her lava warm pussy, I was in awe with the warmth. She purred, "Yes baby, fuck Flame. Fuck her warm pussy. Shove that big cock of yours deep into Flame's cunt."

I pushed deeper and soon watched my whole cock disappear into Flame's warmth. I have never felt such tightness. It was amazing. Once deep in her pussy, I began to slowly fuck her amazing pussy. Although I had fucked some girls who got a bit animated while I fucked them, Flame was so vocal and so sweet and nasty, an oxymoron of naughtiness. "That's it Baby, fuck Flame's pussy. Fuck it hard," or "Oh yes Darling, your cock feels so fucking perfect in Flame's cunt," or "Oh yes, Sugar, your cock was made for Flame," or "Yes Honey, fuck Flame all night long." Having already come once, this turned into a marathon fucking that lasted forever. The longer I fucked her amazing pussy, the more animated Flame got. "Oh my God Baby, that feels so fucking good in Flame's hotbox," to "Yes, Baby, yes, pound Flame's tight cunt," to "Oh my God, fuck the shit out of Flame."

Perspiration dripped down my forehead. I was desperate to please Flame. I soaked in every word out of her red glossy lips. "How does Baby like Flame's pussy?" she asked.

I grunted, "Flame has the best fucking pussy I have ever fucked."

"Are you close, Baby?" she asked, huffing herself.

"Very close," I moaned.

"Where do you want to come, Baby? In Flame's warm pussy? In Flame's sexy mouth? All over Flame's pretty face? You choose, sexy."

I continued the fast-paced pounding of her cunt and decided, having always wanted to give a girl a facial, but never having had the opportunity to, to come on her face. I sheepishly said, "I would love to come on Flame's face."

Flame quickly dropped to her knees and devoured the cock that was deep in her pussy just a few seconds prior. Unlike the first time, where she was gentle and slow, this time she bobbed up and down with determination. A couple of minutes of her warm mouth ravishing my cock and I felt my cum bubbling inside. Another thirty seconds and I pulled my cock out of Flame's perfect cocksucking mouth and began pumping my cock with my fist. Flame's saliva had created some good lubrication and I looked down at the intoxicating drag queen who had pulled me deep into her world of sin. Flame watched me intensely and continue her dirty talk, "Come on Baby, spray your cum all over Flame's face." She opened her mouth wide open and waited for my cum. She didn't have to wait long for me to coat her face with my love juice. The first stream hit her forehead and hair, the second hit her nose and the last big shot of goo hit her lips and cheek. As soon as I was done cumming, she gobbled my cock whole and retrieved every last drop of my cum. A couple of minutes later she let my now shrivelling cock out of her mouth and stood up. She went to her purse while I pulled my pantyhose and panties back up. She returned, her face still coated with my cum, and handed me a card, "I expect you at this address at 11 tomorrow morning."

Without even thinking or looking at the card, "I'll be there."

"I know you will, Baby," she said, rubbing my cock through my panties and pantyhose one last time. Her hand still on my cock, she leaned in and kissed me. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I could taste my cum on her lips. She broke the kiss and said, "I got to get home, Baby. I suggest you do the same. Tomorrow is going to be a very busy day, Darling." She let go of my cock and I pulled my pants back up.

Once dressed, we said goodbye and I left her room and returned to the bar. The show was long over and the bar was only half full. I kept my head down and headed out.

*****

The next morning I woke up and replayed last night in my head. It had been the most sexually satisfying night of my life and it had been with a drag queen...with another man. I should have been ashamed, yet instead I felt my cock rise. She had given me the best blow-job I had ever experienced and she had the tightest hole I had ever plugged. My cock now hard, I didn't even pretend that I wasn't going to meet her. I was addicted. I only had one night left and there was no doubt about it, I was spending it with a drag queen...even if that meant I was going to be a drag queen too.

The thought of being dolled up was a great turn on; the thought of being on stage was a great fear. I showered, wished I had bought more panties and pantyhose before putting on the same undergarments I wore last night. A pair of jeans and a t-shirt that showcased my muscles finished the ensemble. I looked at the card again. The address was a spa. I took a cab and arrived fifteen minutes early. I walked in and went to the desk.

A pretty blonde greeted me and once I gave her my name her face changed and she said, "Ooooh, you're getting the full package."

"I am?" I asked, having no idea what she was talking about.

Her smile changed just a bit, as if she had a secret, "Yes, you are. Follow me." I looked around for Flame, but didn't see her. I really had no idea how to explain I was waiting for a friend without looking odd, so I kept quiet. I followed her and ended up in a room with a massage table on it. She said, "Get undressed and grab a robe." She paused and added, "Completely naked." She left so I could change and I wondered what I was getting myself into. I got undressed and hid my panties and pantyhose in my jeans. Once naked, I grabbed the soft white robe and waited.

I waited for a few minutes filled with trepidation before a petite Asian woman came in. Her green eyes were amazing and she ordered me to lie on my back on the massage table. I did and watched as she stirred what I would soon learn was wax. She moved my robe away and moved to my right leg. She coated my legs very liberally with the wax and then said in slightly choppy English, "This may hurt a bit."

I quickly learned that was the understatement of the year. The first pull of hair shocked the shit out of me, the second brought tears to my eyes. The next half hour was pure hell and I wondered why any woman would put herself through such sheer pain. Once both legs were as naked as a newborn, she told me to take off my robe and turn onto my stomach. Confused, I did as instructed and felt hot wax on my ass. A few minutes later, my ass was also hairless. She asked me to turn back onto my back. I did with apprehension and put my hands over my limp cock. She smiled for the first time and moved to my chest. Luckily my chest has very few hairs and thus was relatively painless in comparison to my legs and ass. The petite Asian surprised me one last time when she requested I move my hands and open my legs. I looked at her surprised before I realized what she intended for my loin area. I stammered, "No, no, no."

She slapped my hands sternly, "Stop being a diva. Flame asked for the whole package and that includes your privates. Now be a good boy and do as you are told."

The sudden tone change surprised me and got me slightly horny as I felt my cock flinch.

The smile that returned to her face told me she noticed, but didn't say anything. She coated my lion area with wax and a few quick sharp tugs, the majority of hair in my loin area had disappeared. She then used scissors and a razor and warned, "I wouldn't move if I were you." Wiser words had never been spoken. I just closed my eyes, held my breath and prayed. Suddenly, I felt her hand grab my cock and begin stroking it. I opened my eyes and watched her giving me a hand -ob. She explained, "Sorry, but I need you erect to finish the job."

"OK," I stammered.

Once I was completely erect she finished the job. Once done, she gave me a lengthy full body lotioning. She suggested I lay there for fifteen minutes to allow my skin to recover from the treatment.

After about ten minutes the lotion burning sensation was gone and I was feeling much better. I jumped when the door opened and Flame in a complete Cher ensemble entered. Without realizing I was doing it, I covered my private area with my hands. She smiled, "Are we playing shy now, Baby?" She slapped my hand away and said, "Let's see all of you, Darling."

I moved my hands to the side and felt like a piece of meat as she surveyed my totally exposed body.

"Wow, Baby, you look so pretty" she said, her hand sliding down my smooth legs.

Being called pretty is never what a man wants to hear, yet such words from my drag queen lover had me feeling great. "Thank you, Flame." It was so absurd, yet so right.

Surprising me once again, without warning, she took my cock in her mouth. The moment she deep-throated my cock I let out a loud gasp. This time she sucked me fast, taking my whole cock in her mouth with impressive ease. After a couple of minutes of deep-throat bobbing, a hand went between my legs and a finger slid in my asshole. This time she finger-fucked my ass with quick thrusts while devouring my dick. The finger-ass fucking was surprising amazing and gave me a pleasure I had never felt before. It was too much and I came in her mouth in under five minutes. Like last night, she swallowed all my cum and continued until there was nothing left to swallow. She stood back up and said, "That is one."

"One?"

"To be prepared for tonight you need to follow my diva philosophy, which includes being completely sexually drained by the time of your performance."

"OK," I said, not understanding what she meant.

"Part one is always having a hairless body. Part two is shooting your load at least three times a day, maybe more, to make sure you are completely focused when performing. Part three is always having the perfect outfit and make-up. The rest takes care of itself," she explained. She handed me my clothes. "Get dressed, Baby, it is time for us to get your outfit."

"Ok," I said, still bewildered by the whole plan.

I got dressed and she took my hand and led me out. We walked a few blocks, me feeling incredibly self-conscious at the fact that I was holding hands with a drag queen. Yet, other than a few tourists who stared like tourists do, no one seemed to bat an eye at two drag queens walking down the street holding hands.

We ended up at a beauty salon where I was led by Flame to a ridiculously beautiful redhead with massive breasts. Flame noticed I was starring at her breasts and smiled, "I am sorry honey, but she is a cunt-muncher."

The redhead smiled and asked me to sit down. The next hour I had a full pedicure and manicure and both my fingers and toes were painted bright pink, as girly a color as one could ever wear. The whole ordeal was one of the most relaxing and humiliating of my life.

Once done, the redhead, who I now knew was named Kelly, leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "I am looking forward to the show tonight."

I stammered, "Y-y-you are?"

"Oh yes, watching a sexy boy like you being feminized is so fucking hot," she whispered, her hot breath doing a number to my ear.

"I don't think I will be very good."

"Oh Flame will have you looking so good I may want a piece of your pussy," she teased, her teeth biting my ear hard.

She stood up, me a horny mess, and said, "See you tonight, Princess."

I followed her ass as it slowly walked away, a wiggle so perfect she could be on the runway.

Flame, her permanent smile plastered on her face, warned, "You better be careful Darling, she won't let you fuck her, but she will fuck you."

It took me a few seconds to realize what she was implying. I stood up, paid and Flame took my hand again and led me out. We walked a couple of blocks and ended up in a small clothing store.

We entered and were instantly greeted by a flamboyantly dressed man. This voice confirmed my assumption that he was gay. "Hi, Darling," she greeted Flame with a kiss-each-cheek greeting. He then turned his gaze to me. "And you, Darling, must be Paul."

"I am," I responded feeling completely out of my element.

He looked me over for a bit before saying, "I got it!" and walked into the backroom.

Flame smiled. "He is a bit hard to take, but he is the best."

We waited a couple of minutes before he came back out, all annoyed, "Are you coming back here or what?"

Flame grabbed my hand. Her fingers intertwined with mine and she led me to the backroom.

I was amazed. It was a big room with three walls of mirrors and two full racks of crazy clothing.

He said, "So Paul can you dance?"

"I don't think so," I replied.

Flame interrupted, "Martin Darling, let me worry about the dancing. You get him in costume."

"Fine, fine, fine," Martin muttered, clearly annoyed at not having complete control. "Get undressed," he ordered like a gay drill sergeant.

I looked at Flame who nodded her head.

I got undressed for the second time that day. Martin watched and smiled when he saw my pink underwear. Once I got completely naked, Martin looked me over and disappeared again.

I looked at Flame and noticed she was texting. I asked, "Who're you texting?"

"A bottom," she said casually.

I repeated, confused, "A bottom?"

She smiled, "Yes. A bottom is s gay boy whose ass is used for fucking. A true bottom lives for anal sex and they are usually, but not always, very submissive."

"Oh," I said, still confused.

"We will need a bottom at the bar for before you go on."

"Why?" I asked.

"Well as much as I would love to feel that delicious hammer stick of yours in my tight cunt, my costume tonight doesn't really give convenient access. And you will definitely need to come before you go on."

"I will?" I asked, my cock involuntary rising against my will.

"Trust me, Baby, I am going to make you the hottest fucking drag queen of the night."

My cock was completely erect when Martin returned with a handful of lingerie. "My, my, my and what were you two talking about?" he joked as he dropped the clothing on a nearby table.

He handed me a gold thong, "Try this on, sweetheart."

Being called sweetheart should have been insulting, yet instead it flattered me. I put the dental floss like underwear on. Not surprisingly, it did very little to keep in my package. Next he handed me a garter belt and Flame assisted putting it on me. This was followed by white stockings. I sat down and Flame assisted again, sliding each silk stocking up my hairless legs. She took her time, moving her hands slowly up my leg. My stiff cock begged for attention, her sweet mouth so close to my loin area. Once both stockings were on, I remained seated as Martin brought me half a dozen different shoes and a couple of pairs of boots.

For the next fifteen minutes, Flame put each pair of footwear on me and had me walk around with the heels. She started with small heels, but eventually I was stumbling in three inch pumps. She asked me to walk like I was on a runway. I tried, but it just didn't seem natural. Flame never got discouraged with my struggles and finally said, "Baby, the problem is that you are thinking too much about it. I have a pretty unorthodox plan to make you focus. Do you trust me?"

The question startled me, but the reality was I did trust her. "Yes, Flame, I trust you completely."

"Excellent baby, take off that thong," she instructed. While I took off the thong, which included unhooking and rehooking my garter belt, Flame went to her oversized purse. When she returned, she had a bottle of what looked like lotion and something black and plastic. I was actually that naive that I really had no idea what she had in mind. She took my hand and had me go behind the chair. She instructed, "Ok Baby, bend over and get a good solid grip on the chair."

I was beginning to realize what she had in mind. It was one thing to have a finger inserted in my butt, but something completely different to have what was obviously a butt plug inserted in me. Regardless of my trepidation, I bent over, an odd excitement building inside me.

"I am assuming darling, that my finger was the first time you had something in your backdoor?"

"Yes Mistress," I said and then realized my oops. I stammered, "I-I-I mean...Flame."

"Mistress," Flame said, her voice clearly overjoyed by my accidental word choice, "I like that." She pulled my ass cheeks apart and surprised me completely when instead of a toy being inserted, it was her tongue.

I gave a soft moan. Her tongued rimmed my asshole and occasionally broke the barrier slightly. Her tongue in my rosebud was so taboo, so nasty, yet so completely exhilarating. I briefly wanted her to fuck me, something two days ago I would never have really considered seriously. Just as quick as she had buried her face between my ass cheeks, she withdrew and warned, "Hold still Baby, this may hurt a bit."

I grabbed a solid hold on the chair and a few seconds later felt the cold lubrication between my cheeks. That was followed by the slow opening of my ass by the black toy. As warned, a burn filled my ass and I just held on for dear life as the plug was inserted in my ass. The pain didn't disappear, but it did drop to just a simmering reminder.

Flame called, "Martin get me some gaff panties, bright pink."

Martin hollered back, "I'll be a couple of minutes."

While she waited, Flame said, "Now Baby, you sat really well for that. You deserve a reward later."

I wondered what kind of reward she had in mind. Anticipation quickly took hold of me.

She asked, her hand slowly stroking my dick, "Would you like a reward, Baby?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Do you want to fuck Martin?"

"What?" I answered, surprised by the blunt question.

"You know Martin is gay?"

"I assumed as much."

"He won't take money for his services but he will expect you to pleasure him," Flame explained casually like she was discussing the weather.

I was stunned, yet really it wasn't much different than fucking Flame last night. The only difference was the outside packaging. I responded, "I see."

"He will want you to fuck his ass and," she added, one more surprise in my bizarre weekend, "he will want to tape it."

"No way," I defended, suddenly in panic mode, "If anyone ever knew, I would be done."

"Oh don't worry, Baby, you will be in full make-up and wig by then; you will be unrecognizable."

"Ok," I said, breathing a huge sigh of relief and then realizing I had just agreed to fuck a guy on tape.

Martin returned with pink panties and when he saw what Flame had put a toy in my ass, he smiled, "That's how it always starts."

I didn't catch on then to his foreshadowing comment, as I was distracted by Flame who put the new panties on me. Flame pulled me up and said, "Now walk."

I did, and with each step I felt the sharp reminder of what was in my rectum. That said, much to my shock, the distraction in my rear had me not focusing on my high heels. After a couple of minutes, Flame jubilantly said, "It never fails. You look super sexy, Baby."

I blushed at the compliment and, feeling more confident now, began to move and saunter and wiggle a bit.

A cat-call from Martin, "You go girl," brought me back to reality and I stumbled and fell backwards on my ass. The toy was shoved way deeper in my ass than I ever thought possible or imaginable. I screamed in pain.

Flame quickly pulled me up. "You better get use to the cat calls, Baby; tonight you are going to have the boys drooling all over you."

Martin grabbed a plastic thing and came over. "All right, let's get you some tits."

Flame and Martin worked together to put me in this bra with large, I later learned D cups. They were heavier than I thought. Once I had my breasts, I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see I had a nice rack. Martin grabbed some clothes from the table and returned with a gold dress. Again working together, Martin and Flame got the dress on over my body and new tits.

Once done, Martin backed up and looked at me, "Well we are getting closer."

Flame led me to another room, in this bigger-than-it-looked building. It was a make-up room. I sat down and Martin worked on my face. He worked with delicate precision and once done he said, "Keep your eyes closed, sexy."

I heard him leave and kept my eyes closed, even though I was darn curious. He returned and put a wig on my head. He moved it around a bit and in a dramatic voice said, "Ta-da."

I opened my eyes and looked into the mirror at a beautiful woman. I could not believe it was me. Was it even possible for me to become so feminine I could easily pass for a woman? I had luscious long blonde hair and my make-up was a mixture of colors that brought out my blue eyes. My lips looked like someone else's, the ruby red lipstick making me look like a fifties pin-up. I would fuck me.

"Well," Martin said, "you look amazing. You will knock them dead tonight, Paula."

"Paula," I repeated.

"Yes, it seems a natural shift," he shrugged. "Now let's go show Flame her new pet."

"Pet," I repeated in a daze, staring at the new me in the mirror.

"Yes pet, you have been pulled into her web and trust me you will never want to leave."

"But I fly back home tomorrow," I explained.

"You'll be back," he said smugly and led me back to the room of mirrors. "Wait here."

I waited, spinning Martin's words in my head. I was having a blast, yes. I was intoxicated by Flame, yes. But I was still going home tomorrow. The door opened, I heard music start playing, Gloria Gaynor's 'I Will Survive' and he announced, "And now, for the first time ever, I introduce you to the elegant, the vivacious, Paula Pound-me."

I gasped at my naughty name and my cock flinched under my gown. Attempting to make Flame proud, I took a deep breath, and strutted out attempting to look like a runway model.

"Oh my God Martin, you have really outdone yourself this time," Flame said, her voice giddy with excitement.

Building on Flame's excitement, I strutted over to her and walked around her, slapping her ass. She let out a surprise yelp and purred, "What is getting into my pet?"

There was that word 'pet' again. Somehow coming out of her mouth it seemed so much more natural than it had when Martin. I bathed in her approval and the thought of being her pet. I was beginning to revel in her words...even though I had no idea what being her pet would even begin to entail. I continued my attempt at sexy as the song got to the chorus. I shook my body and only wobbled a couple times. Once I got into the groove of the music, an unknown part of me took over and I became the drag queen. I got into the rhythm and became someone I had never been: confident. When the song ended, both Flame and Martin clapped and whistled at me.

I did an attempted curtsy and stumbled.

Flame asked Martin, "So Martin, what kind of payment are you wanting from my pet?"

"Can I get a buy one, get one free?" he asked, while he unbuckled his pants.

Flame shrugged, "I don't see why not. What do you think my pet? Do you want to have Martin wrap his amazing cocksucking lips around your big cock? Then once he has you primed for fucking you can fuck his tight ass?"

Two days ago I would have run away and never looked back. Then again two days ago I would never have thought I would be completely dressed as a woman either. So perspective is important. Martin was already completely naked and for such a skinny guy he had a huge nine-inch cock. I was in awe. He smiled seeing me stare at his rod. Martin walked over to me and dropped to his knees and said, "Pull up your gown, Paula."

I did and he pulled my panties down and took my cock in his mouth. Like Flame, he had an amazing mouth. I don't know who was better and didn't care, I just savoured the pleasure I was receiving. He sucked my cock for about ten minutes before he pulled my cock out of his mouth and said, "Fuck me, faggot."

I couldn't believe he called me faggot. Even after everything, this was a new spin of what I had become. Was I a faggot? I had fucked a drag queen, allowed a gay man to suck me off and was about to fuck the same man. Yet, I hadn't sucked a cock or taken one in my ass, but I was currently standing with a butt plug in my butt...so again perspective. So I ignored the name-calling and followed him to a chair where he ordered, "Take off your gown, faggot."

A chill went up my spine at both the dominant tone he used and the condescending way he called me faggot. I obeyed.

"Now sit on that chair, faggot," he ordered.

I again obeyed, quickly sitting down on the wooden chair, the plug in my ass pushing up my rectum. He straddled me and impressively lowered his ass onto my fully erect cock. I watched in perverse awe as my cock disappeared up his poop chute. My whole cock disappeared and he sat on my lap, my cock buried up his butt. He asked, "Do you like your cock in my ass, faggot?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"Are you a faggot?" he asked, while he ground his ass on my cock.

I stammered, "I-I-I don't know."

"Yes you do, faggot," Martin said, "You are a faggot. You don't only want to fuck my ass, you want to suck my cock don't you, faggot?"

The irony of being called a faggot by a guy with a cock in his ass was obvious, yet my cock buried in his ass felt so good, I told him what he wanted to hear.

"Yes, I'm a faggot," I resigned.

"Oh come on, faggot," he said, beginning to ride my cock, "Tell me how much you love my ass."

The sensation of my cock in his ass and how he somehow seemed to squeeze his ass cheeks around my rod was so amazing that the words I said next were completely true. "Your ass feels so fucking hot. I love fucking your tight ass."

"So you are a faggot?" he asked, stopping his slow motion fucking of my cock.

"Yes, dammit," I admitted, wanting to feel his tight warmth, "I am a faggot."

"And a cocksucker?" he added on the humiliation.

"Yes and a cocksucker," I agreed, "Now please ride my cock."

He obliged, riding my cock at a new fast pace. Each time his ass fell onto my lap, it felt like a sweet slap of sin.

"Does faggot want to come?"

"Yes," I moaned.

"What will you do to come?" he asked, my cock fully lodged in his ass.

"Whatever you want."

"You will suck my cock, my pretty little faggot?"

The words out of my mouth surprised me, "Yes."

"You really are a faggot," Martin said, standing up and allowing my cock to plop out of his ass. He turned around and presented his cock to my mouth.

I took a deep breath and officially accepted that I was a faggot. I opened my mouth and leaned forward but was stopped by Martin's words. "Wait faggot. A good little girly faggot like you, needs to beg to have a real cock in her cocksucking mouth. Beg, faggot. "

The humiliation seemed to just build layer by layer. I looked at Flame who was watching intently. She mouthed 'Do it, pet.'

I let out a slight sigh before begging, "Martin, can I suck your big hard cock?"

"And you are a faggot, right?"

"Yes, I am a faggot," I repeated, like a mantra.

"And you want to be a cocksucker?"

"Yes, I want to be a faggot cocksucker," I replied, adding the word faggot for some reason.

"And you will be a good little girl tonight?"

I wasn't sure what he meant by that, but I played along, "I will be a good little girl tonight."

"You will do as you are told little girl?"

"Yes," I replied.

"You hear that Flame?" Martin called.

"I sure did," she called back.

"Suck my cock, baby girl."

I opened my mouth and took my first cock in my mouth. I didn't know what I was doing, but decided to try and replicate what Martin and Flame had done to me. I created extra saliva in my mouth and began to slowly move back and forth. Martin, clearly a dominant persona, continued his demeaning treatment of me, "You are a very pretty faggot, Paula. I knew as soon as you walked in today you would be sucking my cock."

I just kept sucking his cock, slowly attempting to take more of his big cock in my mouth.

"That's it baby girl, you love my cock don't you?"

I took his cock out of my mouth and said, already addicted to his cock, "I love your cock."

"You want to swallow my cum, faggot?"

"Yes."

"You want to become a cum deposit, faggot?"

"I don't know what you mean?"

"Swallow load after load of semen between your girly cocksucking lips, faggot," Martin clarified.

"Yes, I'll be a perfect cocksucking cum deposit," I played along.

"Is that a promise, faggot?"

"Yes, I promise," I said, taking his cock back into my mouth. I was now eager and desperate to make him come. To be a good cocksucker, a good faggot, a good little girl. I changed my pace to quick back and forth bobs.

"That's it faggot, you will be a very good little cocksucker tonight, won't you?"

I moaned a yes without missing a beat or really completely hearing the question. My determination to make this faggot come in my mouth was making me a faggot in return.

"That feels really good, faggot," he moaned. His moan was music to my ears. His cock in my mouth, I suddenly felt powerful. I controlled his orgasm. I had the power and the thrill of making him happy had me horny as hell. "Don't slow down, faggot, you have me close." I went faster, wanting nothing more than to swallow his cum. "I'm coming faggot, don't you dare spill any." I continued bopping like a dirty whore and was rewarded with my first taste of salty cum. I kept sucking his cock, swallowing it all, like a good faggot. A minute later, Martin pulled his cock out of my mouth and without a word straddled back onto my cock and began riding. I sat there and watched his skinny man just bounce up and down on my cock like it was a pogo stick. "Come in my ass, faggot," he grunted. "I want to feel your hot cum dripping out my ass." A minute later he continued the nasty talk, between his own moans, "Fuck your cock feels good in my ass, faggot. Tell me what you are."

I grunted, my cum beginning to boil, "I'm a faggot. A cocksucking faggot. A dirty little girl whose body was made to be used. To be fucked. To be owned." I couldn't believe the words escaping my mouth in my about-to-come state.

"Come in me faggot. Become our faggot. Become our cock slave. Your mouth and ass made for our

pleasure. You want that don't you, faggot?"

"Yes, Master," I grunted, my cum exploding in his ass, "I am yours." He continued to ride my cock as I unloaded in his ass. Once done, he got off and gobbled my cock one last time.

A couple of minutes later, Martin was getting dressed and Flame handed me my gown. "That was the hottest thing I have ever watched. I am going to watch it over and over again."

That was when I remembered the video. I looked around and saw there were cameras in all four corners.

"And wow baby, you are way nastier then I even imagined." She leaned in and kissed me. It lasted a minute or two before she broke it and helped me get dressed again.

She decided the garter was a mistake and instead put on dark tan thigh highs. Once I was dressed again, she added a few pieces of jewellery, including a gold ankle bracelet.

Now that I was a pretty diva again, I realized I was famished, I said, "Flame, I am starving."

"I imagine so." she teased, her voice dripping with sexual innuendo.

I blushed like a naughty schoolgirl.

She grabbed my hand and said dramatically, "Well let's introduce you to the world."

It was then I realized I was going to be in public dressed as a drag queen. But I rationalized I was in a different city, a different country actually, so it was very unlikely anyone would know me. I followed along, wondering how much of a pet I was becoming.

She took me to a restaurant in Little Italy and we sat out on the patio while we waited for food. Not surprisingly, we got plenty of looks: from curious, to confused, to disgusted, to impressed.

I won't bore you with all the details of our lunch conversation, but I will say it was like a date. I told my life story, my interests, my failed marriage and my hopes for the future. She shared her story as well, including realizing she was different at a young age and how she left home at eighteen to find herself and had never been home since. Once done, we went back to her pad, a small but cozy place in Little Italy.

She led me to her bed and undressed me before she suggested, "Take a nap, Darling, tonight is going to be the best night of your life and you will need to be well rested." Although her tone hinted at something naughty, I felt my eyes suddenly get heavy, and I collapsed on the bed. My head was spinning with the events of the day so far and the events still to come. In a couple of minutes I was out.

I woke up to the sweet sensation of Flame's lips wrapped around my cock.

I don't know how long she had been playing with my cock, but it was fully erect inside her cocksucking mouth. I let out a moan and flirted, completely out of character, "What a great way to be woken up."

Now knowing I was awake, she changed techniques from slow and gentle to fast and aggressive. I had already come twice that today, so I assumed this would take a while. After a couple of more minutes, she quit and said, "It's time, Baby."

I looked at the clock, disappointed and suddenly riddled with anxiety, but saw it was only six. "Isn't it a bit early?"

"Oh, I meant it is time for you to get your pussy fucked," she said, her usual smile on her face.

I knew, or I assumed, this would happen and it was the one thing I wasn't sure I could do. My look of nervousness must have been obvious because her gentle soothing voice comforted, "Don't worry Baby, Flame knows what you want. You want Flame to fuck your little pussy, don't you, Paula?"

Her calm voice, talking to me as if I was a girl, relaxed me. Flame assisted in flipping me over onto all fours. She parted my ass cheeks with her soft hands and slid her tongue between them. She rimmed my ass with her tongue and teased my rosebud. The feeling was thoroughly enjoyable and got me so hot I wanted her to put a finger in. My ass was craving being penetrated. My moans increased and I surprised myself when I begged, "Flame, please fuck your little girl's pussy."

"My little girl," she teased, her finger penetrating me, her newly named slut.

"Yes, I'm yours Flame," I moaned as her finger went deeper in.

"Just for tonight?" she questioned.

I hesitated wondering how to answer this. The last day and a half had been the most amazing time of my life. Not just the amazing sex, but also our conver

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The Queen

The Queen lay back on her featherbed, urging the young lad that was betwixt her legs onward. He was young, far younger than she usually chose, but he was eager to please, and she eager to train, he glanced up at his mistress, his lips, nose and chin glistening from her essence. He replaced the void of his mouth with three of his work worn fingers and stroked her as she had shown him until she writhed on the bed. Without much warning the Queen spun the lad until he was pinned betwixt her legs,...

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Enslave the Queen

It had been months fighting but the Mokrull finally was closing in on the Gyu. Their complete takeover was imminent. Until now the Gyu's superior intelligence and agile execution of their training had been the key to their survival. But the Mokrull's size and superior strength gave them an advantage at hand to hand combat.The Mokrull are a race of hideous Mongrel-like humanoids, each one weighing somewhere between 300lbs to anywhere as large as 500 lbs (very little of it actually being fat...

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EmergenceChapter 3 For the Love of the Queen

Feeling the familiar warmth and weight of Suzi lying on top of him, Joey didn’t move when he first awoke. But when he opened his eyes and found himself back in the royal bed chambers, he decided he needed to after all. “Suz,” he said gently, rubbing her naked back. “Wake up, Suz. The dream is back.” “Hmmm?” she said sleepily, then smiled and stretched as she pulled herself up to give him a kiss on the lips. “Morning to you too,” Joey said tenderly. “Is the Queen the Queen, or herself...

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Tim The Teenage MCPart 7 For the Love of the Queen

Feeling the familiar warmth and weight of Suzi lying on top of him, Joey didn't move when he first awoke. But when he opened his eyes and found himself back in the royal bed chambers, he decided he needed to after all. "Suz," he said gently, rubbing her naked back. "Wake up Suz. The dream is back." "Hmmm?" she said sleepily, then smiled and stretched as she pulled herself up to give him a kiss on the lips. "Morning to you too," Joey said tenderly. "Is the Queen the Queen, or...

3 years ago
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The Son of Lust Chapter 18 Pleasing the Rakshasa Queen

Chapter Eighteen: Pleasing the Rakshasa Queen By mypenname3000 Copyright 2020 Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn't write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Kurtis – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith My stomach roiled. Summoned to see the...

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Alyce and the Queen

Alyce continued down her path. What a strange and fascinating land? Part of her wanted to stay and explore every sexual adventure, but the other part just wanted to go home. She walked down the well-worn path, looking in every direction for a clue as to where to go next. “Where is Chet when I need him?” she pondered. Coming to a fork in the path, she looked left and then right. Lush green vegetation surrounded her, and she felt the sickening dread of being lost. Sitting down on a large...

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The World of Erasthay the Son of LustChapter 22 Secrets of the Rakshasa Queen

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Lasla – Ankush, Queendom of Naith I fought to keep my fear at bay and marched up the last few steps of the Ziggurat to the top where the open throne room lay. I...

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Sir James The Doctor And The Queen

James reluctantly left his bedroom with a slightly wistful glance at Fiona still asleep in his bed. She was sent over from his Service to help him heal from injuries suffered during his last mission. She was doing more than just heal his physical injuries, but also reminding him that even with his replacement parts, he was still a man! His still healing leg was stiff and uncomfortable, but he knew he had a very important appointment to keep and one does not keep her waiting.The young Queen...

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The Ice Queen

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century. Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is...

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The Ice Queen

I really should have listened to Dwayne. He told me to stay away from her. He told me she was way out of my league. He told me she was dangerous. But I didn’t believe him. Besides, everyone picked on me and teased me and I thought this was one opportunity to tease back.I guess I’ve always been teased. When you are smaller than all the other boys and don’t have a lot of body hair, you are going to get teased. Gym class was bad in grade school and worse in high school. By my senior year, it was...

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Romancing the Queen

Romancing the Queen By: Malissa Madison Lars Grendel had no idea why this very young Queen was being so kind to him. Especially since he had just confessed to having accepted a contract to kill one of her best friends. The Royal Guardian, Leonida sat staring at him, clearly, she had no clue either, why her Queen was acting this way. Finally, she pushed herself away from the wall. "I don't know if you're the bravest person I ever met, or the...

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Revenge Of The Cyber Queen

Author's Note: The character of Professor Ava/Queen Ava is heavily-based on porn star, Ava Devine, a very beautiful, voluptuous and talented actress with a fantastic voice and screen presence, so if you want to know exactly what the character looks/sounds like, check out Ms. Devine's work. Chapter 1: Moans of Despair And Lust. As Johnny (dark-haired & muscular football jock) and Lucinda (cute petite ponytailed-brunette with a perky personality) were about to walk into the Advanced...

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Service to the Queen

       David knew better than to struggle against his captors. The thought had crossed his mind several, if not many times, to try and fight back. Part of him argued that they were merely women, that they were no match for him. Yet the other part, the far more sensible part knew that it was futile. They had taken him this far with very little effort; an attempt to fight back now would only worsen his situation. After all, they were the palace guards, and he was bound; as good as helpless.    ...

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The White Queen

No one knew how, or from where, but ever since she appeared, the so-called White Queen of South Africa had been a nightmare for all South African gangs in the so-called famous Cape Town.Almost nothing was known about her, except that she had previously been a prostitute in Namibia, and that it was believed that she had been born there, perhaps in Windhoek, being of a possible German or Dutch origin due to her particular accent when speaking for those who had managed to dialogue a bit with her,...

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The White Queen

No one knew how, or from where, but ever since she appeared, the so-called White Queen of South Africa had been a nightmare for all South African gangs in the so-called famous Cape Town.Almost nothing was known about her, except that she had previously been a prostitute in Namibia, and that it was believed that she had been born there, perhaps in Windhoek, being of a possible German or Dutch origin due to her particular accent when speaking for those who had managed to dialogue a bit with her,...

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My Affair with the Queen

Queen Isabella was very beautiful. It was impossible to keep our relationship professional.Queen Isabella was so beautiful, and I secretly wanted her. Probably every man working in the palace did. Her husband, Leonardo, paid little, if any, attention to her and had several mistresses hidden away that he visited regularly.But being a good Queen, she ignored it outwardly, but I knew she was hurting inside. I felt sorry for her, but I was only her personal secretary and could not do anything. I...

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Memoirs of an Interplanetary Queen

Memoirs of an Interplanetary Queen Part 1 Tomorrow is my eighteenth birthday and I've been waiting for this day for many years. You see, I've had a crush on a girl since the tenth grade. She's like the feeling of standing in a warm summer's rain; like the first day in spring when you realize you don't need to wear a coat; like the fresh smell of the air after a lightning storm; and like the first taste of bubblegum before it become all bland and tasteless. Tomorrow, on my birthday,...

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The Queen

My quest to find the Queen of Sex Fantasy Land in search of the ultimate sexual experience...The Queen.I am so ashamed. I am just so ashamed of myself, you have no idea. I have been so bad I should be punished by one or two of you fine looking women. Really, I have been a bad boy. I have let you people down big time. Oh yes, I really did it this time. Here I am on an adult web site and what do I write? c***dish nonsense about lost tribes of wild women, going back to the Garden Of Eden, girls...

3 years ago
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The World of Erasthay the Son of LustChapter 18 Pleasing the Rakshasa Queen

Note: This story was commissioned by Ultrasound 7 and has allowed me to share it with you. This may contain scenarios and acts that I normally wouldn’t write. There will be a strong sex slave/domination theme. I will keep this from violating any cannon established in the world and I developed the mythology that drives this story. Kurtis – Ankush, The Queendom of Naith My stomach roiled. Summoned to see the queen. Dawn peeked through Princess Lavhi’s window. My sisters, sex slaves, and I...

2 years ago
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The Queen

By the way, did I mention we are going to Fantasy Land? Giddy up Fantasy Horse, because we are going to ride into town with both guns blazing. Oh yea... To tell you my latest story we do have to go back in time a bit. I know, I'm sorry. We have to go all the way back to the late eighties. If you recall, I was engaged to a nice girl named Kim. Kim and I seemed to get along real well. After a while we fell deeply in love. So, after a couple of years of dating we did the inevitable. We got...

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THE AMAZON QUEEN

THE AMAZON QUEEN (Straight Gay F/mteen M/mteen Cuckold Gangbang)By: XTALESAll characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between adult teenagers and Male/Female. A couple is captured and abused by a lost tribe in the Amazon forest. But even in this unlikely scenario, a romance will blossom between the married man and the young guide, while his wife rediscovers an interest for sex.If you don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned.PS: I am not a native English...

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The Queen

I am so ashamed. I am just so ashamed of myself, you have no idea. I have been so bad I should be punished by one or two of you fine looking women. Really, I have been a bad boy. I have let you people down big time. Oh yes, I really did it this time. Here I am on an adult web site and what do I write? Childish nonsense about lost tribes of wild women, going back to the Garden Of Eden, girls tied to fences. Utter nonsense. Here you people are out there, expecting some hot adult entertainment and...

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THE AMAZON QUEEN

(Straight Gay F/mteen M/mteen Cuckold Gangbang) By: XTALES All characters are 18+ Years Old. This story contains sex between adult teenagers and Male/Female. A couple is captured and abused by a lost tribe in the Amazon forest. But even in this unlikely scenario, a romance will blossom between the married man and the young guide, while his wife rediscovers an interest for sex. If you don't like this type of story leave right now, you've been warned. PS: I am not a native English...

3 years ago
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GeniusChapter 13 Conversation with a Queen

Following Twilight's words I now understood what had happened to me, although I influence Twilight when I was fighting with it, I had opened my mind to a two-way communications! Normally Twilight had no real part to play only in protecting me and striking at my enemies, using my senses along the way. But with the emotions of Twilight coming into play it had filled me with a rage which I couldn't control. "Twilight I understand how you felt." I said which was an understatement — I felt...

2 years ago
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Darkness and LightChapter 3 The wish of a Queen

After Athea’s decision to leave Falkath, they sent servants to call for the Clan-Chiefs. Now back at the hall, Roban had taken his seat on the Throne of Blood. He watched the opposing forces; about fifty Norgar Clan-Chiefs, Ognar and Gyorak among them, were facing his little sister with Iane at her side. The rest of their friends had fanned out behind them. “I called for you to let you know about some decisions I have made,” Athea told the gathered Chiefs. “You mean decisions, the...

3 years ago
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Day for a Queen

Dedicated to a green-eyed girl from the Northwest. It had been such a bad day for Liz. Her cubicle at the newspaper sales office took on the feel of a cell at San Quentin. Her obnoxious co-workers had their ‘jerk-meters’ cranked up to eight, a car dealer had threatened to pull his two-page ad because the paper ran a story about their little habit of selling cars with bad titles, Fred in the cubicle across from her kept joking about stealing her account with the florist, and to top it off,...

3 years ago
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The Hijab Queen

The year is 1099 and the first crusades have begun. My name is John and I am a Christian Crusader fighting for the city of Jerusalem. We have fought for many days for this city but all have died except for me. Alone in the desert, I now march to find anyone who can help a warrior like me. With only my sword, armor, and a few drops of water I begin to feel the heat affecting my body. Every step I take causes me pain and soon I give up and lie down to rest. I soon drift off into a deep sleep...

1 year ago
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The hijab queen

The year is 1099 and the first crusades have begun. My name is John and I am a Christian Crusader fighting for the city of Jerusalem. We have fought for many days for this city but all have died except for me. Alone in the desert, I now march to find anyone who can help a warrior like me. With only my sword, armor, and a few drops of water I begin to feel the heat affecting my body. Every step I take causes me pain and soon I give up and lie down to rest. I soon drift off into a deep sleep...

4 years ago
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Biwi Bani Chudai Queen

Meri biwi sugandha un dino 24 saal ki ek bahut hi sundar aur sushil aurat thi.Uske nayan naksh kafi tikhe aur lubhawne the.Uski body kafi perfect thi jo kisi ko barbas apni or akarshit karte the.Uske size 32”28”32” thi.Hamari nai nai shadi hui thi.Sugandha ne convent se parhai kit hi. Yahi karan tha uski awaj kafi dilkash thi jo thoda angreji bolne ke wajah se aur achhi lagti thi.Humari nai nai posting hui thi.Hum jis socity me rahte the uske sare bachhe bare ,aurtein sugandha ko kafi pasand...

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The Death of a Queen

I slowly sunk to my knees as the execution decree was read aloud. It is here by ordered by king Henry that his queen and wife be put to death by beheading for crimes of consortingand fornicating outside of the royal chambers. The words stunned me and filled me with the fear of dying by having my head chopped off. The fear of execution was so great that I felt hot piss streaming down my legs and forming a puddle at my feet. I was pulled to my feet by royal guards. Tears were streaming down my...

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Spider Queen Book 8Chapter 12 Spider Queen

Jason was aware of a faint clattering sound and then faintly heard Philippa protesting about something. He couldn’t move a muscle or open his eyes. He felt himself being carried and then recalled no more until he woke in utter blackness. He was lying on a very comfortable bed, but he knew he was not in the palace. The smell was completely different. He concentrated on his smell. There was a smell of the earth and the air was humid, but there was more. It smelled like his doctor’s surgery on...

3 years ago
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The Poor girl and the King and Queen

King Dong was a good man and loved his life, he lived in a beautiful house in a country far far away with his Queen and two pretty princesses and it was there that a young woman entered his life, she was poor and dressed shabby unlike Queen Kay who always looked imaculate in her clothes both her outer wear and underwear, but when King Dong saw this begraggled woman he fell in love with her, so much so that when she told him she was a lesbian the King promised his Queen to her, 'use her for your...

3 years ago
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Captured Queen 1 Getting The Queen

Soldiers broke the gate of the temple, she did not move. She knows that very soon she will be dead. And soldiers came inside the room killed the four guards that were trying to protect the queen, a man shouted, stand up whore. She did not move a bit, she is awaiting death. A soldier came forward to kill her with a sword, but captain stopped him, said-we must wait till the prince to see her. He stopped and ordered a soldier to check her if she has weapon. The soldier started with her legs...

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The Mistress Queen

Eleanor’s mother secured the leather pack around her small shoulders, pulling the deep green cloak across to cover it. The cloak was made of the finest fabric; its brilliant color showed even in the fading light of the sun and must have cost more than all of their possessions combined. Her mother completed one more cursory inspection as they stood outside the door to their small hut at the edge of the woods. “Remember, Eleanor,” her mother pulled her chin up to look her in the eye, “they may...

2 years ago
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Justice Club The White Queen

Emma Frost was approaching the striptease club known as The Justice Club. The White Queen was in her old uniform consisting of a white corset and white fur cape. To those who saw her, she appeared as a generic man who was rather large and no one would trouble the big man. Ever since she had taken over the school for Xaiver and started teaching the Generation X kids. She had slowly been losing money. Emma needed some place to invest money, and she heard that this place was starting to be a...

1 year ago
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SacrificeAnja The Jungle Queen

Sacrifice?.Anja The Jungle Queen ?Jungle Peril Chap 1 by Enigma This story contains bondage, torture and sexual theme?no minors Anja awoke from a fitful sleep, she stared at the sun and the new dawning morning knowing that this day would be like no other. Today the proud jungle queen would allow herself to be captured by one of her mortal enemies. As Anja rose and stretched her thin muscular body towards the new day she shuddered to think of all the torments and tortures that she was sure...

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Mindcontrol Panties 09 Worshiping the Queen

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this! The figure entered the department store. By now, this sort of store was familiar to it. It had been in a similar place before. It moved, sliding between the shoppers, not noticed. It was so average. So nondescript. Nothing to be concerned about. Why give it a second glance? The figure trembled. It could feel the building ecstasy. Eight panties had gone out. Eight girls mind-controlled into new beings. The rush of meddling was almost orgasmic to the...

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Princess Diana and Alexander the GreatChapter 2 Meeting with the Queen

Princess Diana returned to Themyscira within 26 days after leaving Alexander's encampment. She was immediately allowed to appear before the Queen where she asked for a private audience. She did not want to discuss offering herself sexually to Alexander in open court. "Very well, Diana," Queen Hippolyta told her daughter, "Retire to your chambers and refresh yourself with a bath. I will join you there within the hour." "Very well, my Queen," Diana replied, bowed to her mother and left...

2 years ago
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Night with the Rodeo Queen

The state rodeo queen, Cassidy, was a high school classmate of mine, and we were good friends. We were active in many of the same things, mainly FFA and music. She was about 5 feet 6 or 7 inches tall, red head. Up until a couple years ago, she was a little on the skinnier side with about medium C breasts, but the summer after graduation, she was up to small D’s, and now a year later, she filled out a pair of Wrangler jeans a lot fuller than I had seen before. She entered the arena with...

4 years ago
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The New King Using my Queen

My Father’s passing was a surprise to everyone; The royal family was the first to hear, with redundant hawks sent all over the nation to notify next of kin. The lineage has been passed on and I am the new king. My long afternoons spent studying our traditions and laws went from feeling like a boring waste of time to feeling like an opportunity to finally rule the way I wanted. My condolences are with the members of my family who knew him before his reign, but the rest knew he was a coward and...

2 years ago
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Carnival Queen

Carnival Queen Chapter 1 - 1 in a million My family owned the best beauty parlour in the district in mid America where I lived. It did hair, make up, tattoos, permanent make up, hair removal, nails, tanning and everything a good parlour should provide including botox, etc. It even had links to a cosmetic surgery for more structural changes. I was 17 and I had an older sister of 19, Samantha, and she was very excited right now. It was time for the town carnival and every year...

1 year ago
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The Hit Men Meet the Demon Queen

The Hit Men Meet the Demon QueenBy Denuded Man-berriesIt is early evening and a man in his thirties is walking down a trail in the woods. He is wearing jeans and a denim jacket with a white t-shirt and combat boots. He is puffing a pipe full of cannibus and seems to be heading somewhere specific.He stops at a fork in the trail and sees a broken branch on a sapling, takes a breath, and looks around.Down the trail two men are coming from the other direction; one heavy set, the other thinner. They...

3 years ago
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Erotic City In the hive of the Queen

Harmony struggled to keep up with the long legged women, who had captured her. Afraid that she'd lose her balance and be trampled to death, she kept her eyes forward, but her mind was on Byron. Were they as rough with him? Where were they taking them? So many questions were floating around in her head; all without answers. They weaved in and out of various side streets that sparkled in the artificial light, until stopping at a set of diamond steps that led to the very castle that had originally...

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Buffy The Vampire Slayer and Curse of the Gypsy Queen

Yes, yes, I freely admit I was a fan of the TV series. Shoot me. But in my humble opinion it was one the best written shows on the air. So here is my take on what I think should have happen to Buffy.  Cordelia was hotter. Her body was so much better than Buffy’s. BUT ALAS?. she isn’t really a super heroine so unless my fans demand it. I will be not writing a CORDELIA GOES ON SALE.  [email protected]          BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER AND THE CURSE OF THE GYPSY QUEEN                          ...

3 years ago
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Race Queen

RACE QUEENby TOXISThis is a mistake. I never should have taken their money but it was so much money. When was I going to make $1 million in one year ever again? I was so sure I was doing the right thing. Now look at me.Let me back up. Eighteen months ago, I was the newest partner in a major New York law firm, only 26 years old, one of the best and brightest. I was drop dead gorgeous but in a professional way. I knew it too knew. In college and law school, I kept getting offers to...

1 year ago
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A guy and his 46 Queen

  Jake was still sitting up in the bed; he could feel his strength starting to slowly seep into his body. An opened mouth Gen was staring at him shock registering on her face and body. "Master? Are you able to move more?"  Issuing a sigh Jake stated, "From the waist up, though I can feel some strength starting to seep into my hips."   "Thank the great Jinn!" Jake heard Rasmir say.  "Yes I have to agree." Akeesha said as she removed herself from the floor. "It would...

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Reign of the Dark Queen

It is said that beauty of a woman can save the world. The beauty of Queen Catherine, however, is not that kind of beauty - it is not the beauty of a caring mother that settles disputes between men and cools their passions, or a youthful, tender girl that can make a boy's heart bloom and the man inside him awaken, or the beauty of a wife that gives her husband the strength to carry on. No, hers is the beauty of a huntress, a seductress, a vile she-demon. Hers is the beauty of a that dooms, that...

3 years ago
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The Ice Queen

How many girls can say they own a palace? Not many, but I bet that turns to none when I ask, how many girls own a palace made completely of ice? For as long as I can remember, I had this cold, dark force inside of me which allowed me to create things that were deemed impossible by many. My parents tried to cope with having a freak for a daughter but after a long struggle, they finally gave in and abandoned me on top of the mountains. People were sure that I would die up there alone but they...

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King8217s Son And Mother Queen

The characters in this story are King Dhirendra ,queen Divya and their son, prince Devendra. There were many small kingdoms at that time and they were fighting with each other to become bigger kingdoms.King Dhirendra was the bravest among the kings of small kingdoms . He married the neighbouring powerful kingdom princess Divya to have her kingdom in support of his kingdom.King Dhirendra was at 26 and Divya was just 16 at the time of marriage. (She was the most beautiful princess in the entire...

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Bikini Beach The Nerds Holiday Queen

This tale is part of the continuing tale of the Nerds and their adventures with Bikini Beach. Earlier installments define the characters, which are very loosely based on Revenge of the Nerds. The cast is repeated here for convenience. Cast of Characters: Brandon - a nerdish type who fits the stereotype to a tee, and Robert's best friend and roommate. Robert and Brandon grew up together. Brandon is a computer genius, but is very awkward around girls. Robert - Not quite...

4 years ago
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The Virgin Queen

“Come on, move along!” A gruff voice barked from behind me, and someone else slapped their spear haft across my shoulder blades. I rode the blow, and managed to not stumble, even though my hands were bound behind me with iron cuffs. The rough metal scraped against my wrists, but I focused my attention on climbing the polished marble steps. My captors ushered me roughly up another flight of stairs and along an ornately decorated hallway. My bare feet slapped on the floor in counterpoint to the...

1 year ago
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Council of Quadrant Queens

Council of Quadrant Queens By: Malissa Madison Each Quadrant had hurried to send their Ambassadors to the new Queens, pledging their open support. Sending what they could quickly muster together to reinforce the security for Quill as well as Empress Queen Moshi of Antera and also for Queen Keeli of Draconia. Many pledging money to help pay for the changes they knew would be needed before the Dilithium mines could be reopened by the Anterian's. The Avian...

2 years ago
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Dark Queen

The rain beats in steady sheets against the leaded glass of the windows. Brilliant flashes of lightning chase the many shadows around the ancient stone walls of the queen’s bedchamber. A hearty blaze in the huge fireplace battles the autumn chill seeping through every unguarded chink and crack in the large room. From behind the heavy, iron clad door come the sounds of a struggle and angry male voices. The door swings wide to admit two large guards and their reluctant prisoner. They half drag,...

2 years ago
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WHY SHES A SIZE QUEEN

"Why I Am A Size Queen" By Janet MasonThis post has been copy and pasted from Janet Masons own blog. It explains why shes a size queen that loves huge Black cocks and cuckolding her husband. In a lot of her porn movies with BBC its quite clear she isn't just acting and here she tells it in her own words.Steve and I spent last night sitting by the fireplace with a bottle of excellent Pinot Noir and had a great discussion about the role of the 'lifestyle' in our relationship...especially the...

3 years ago
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The Barbarian Queen

 ??????????? As the last of her maidservants was dragged screaming from her chambers she slumped, defeated and distraught into her divan, her royal robes dishevelled. Apart from the opulent surroundings no-one would guess that this was a queen of what was only three months ago a thriving kingdom.??????????? Then the hated Romans arrived claiming the kingdom for their empire and demanding submission from her husband, the king. Her husband?s armies had proved no match for the invader...

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