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Jason sped down the highway back to the base. He was tired and completely drained. After he helped Carlo lock up and followed him to make the night deposit at the bank, Carlo handed him a slip of paper with an email address on it. He told Jason, “Create a new email account so we can communicate and this can all be on the low. Hit me up at that addy and I’ll send you some pics and vids of these cakes.” Jason had zero regrets about skull fucking Carlo’s sissy behind.
Jason threw a frozen pizza in the oven and turned on his laptop. He looked at the note from Carlo. He chuckled when he read Carlo’s user name – ChocCakeBooty4DL. Jason entered the criteria and chose a display name by combining a diminutive of his middle name with street he grew up on – Chuck Bedell. He struggled to pick a handle, but finally came up with ‘b**stFuckYoBooty’. He sent a quick one line message to Carlo and went to change clothes.
He pulled a bottle of Asahi from the fridge – it was a Japanese beer that he fell in love with when he was stationed at Kadena in Okinawa. He removed his pizza and cut a huge hunk that he tossed on a paper plate. He walked across the tile floor to the living room of his cookie cutter institutional style three bedroom house. He scooped up his phone as he stuffed his mouth with the pepperoni and sausage pie. He went through the steps of synching his new email account to his Samsung Galaxy Express. As soon as it was loaded, he received a notification.
Jason tapped on the screen and was taken to the app. He opened the email from ‘Ivanna Humpalot’. That name, too, made Jason smirk. Everything about Carlo screamed ‘dick loving bitch’. The message contained a short message that read, ‘Loved that face fucking tonight, Big Daddy. Maybe next time you’ll fuck my boipussy just as hard.’ There was a smiley face at the end and ten pictures. They were all an assortment of ass shots. In some, he wore thongs or boyshorts. In others, his cheeks were bare. In a couple, he wore a long orange wig and long yellow fingernails.
Jason replied with an affirmation of how much he liked what he saw. He asked Carlo when he would have time to come over and spend some time. Carlo wrote back instantly saying he was ready right then. Jason let him know he had to work early so this evening would not work. He suggested Saturday evening with Carlo staying the night. The eager sissy confirmed the plan and attached the video of him sucking Jason’s dick earlier.
Jason’s next email read, ‘You look sexy as shit sucking my big dick.' I wanna pound that pussy hole till you cry. Make me a vid of you shaking that tight ass. Can you transform from boy to girl for me when you get to my house Sat?’
Carlo’s next email came just over ten minutes later. He had included a 45 second clip of him working his ass to “Look Back at Me” by Trina featuring Killer Mike. He indicated that he would make the dress up for his newfound daddy. Jason got an instant hard on. He wrote back saying he wanted to fuck Carlo to that song. He also instructed him to make a list of songs that he could dance and get dicked down to. Jason advised him that he’d burn them to his external hard drive so they could get freaky to them.
When Jason finished his day job the next afternoon, he drove home and went through the songs Carlo sent so he could begin downloading them. There were twenty-three and Jason added a few of his favorites to the mix. They were all hard hitting songs that begged the listeners to twerk. Carlo teased him as the night wore on with additional pictures.
Friday evening was the first time Carlo and Jason saw each other at the store after their end of shift tryst. Jason played it cool and so did Carlo. As they closed up shop, Jason grabbed Carlo by the arm and dragged him to the bathroom. “I’m gonna skull fuck you again.” He pushed Carlo to his knees. The gentle pansy fell to his knees gracefully and let out a whimper. Jason hefted his meat into Carlo’s wet mouth. Carlo gagged as Jason began to thrust his cock and held onto his head tightly.
“You like me fucking that sweet mouth. Just like a little fucking bitch,” Jason rattled off.
“Mmhmm,” moaned Carlo.
“Damn right. I’m gonna fuck the hell outta that sissy ass tomorrow night. You gonna be my bitch all night long, faggot!”
“Mmhmm!”
“Take this muthafuckin’ big dick in that slutty ass sissy mouth, hoe!”
“Mmmm.”
“Oh shit, muthafucka! I’m cumming,” Jason yelled out as he shot a full load of baby batter in Carlo’s throat. “Hurry the fuck up and clean up. I gotta work in the morning.”
The next morning, Jason awoke early and drove out into the city to purchase a forty-two inch tall Hillsdale Monticello Pub Table that had a just under a three foot diameter. After buying it from the former owner, he took the table into Lowe’s and had them attach five six-by-six pressure treated lumber posts to support each existing leg along with one placed at the center of the structure. He paid the fee and hauled the customized table back to his silver 2009 Ford Expedition. He lifted the modified furniture piece into the back of the SUV and drove off to a fabric store.
Jason bought several yards of navy blue crushed panne velvet and twenty feet of upholstery foam. On the way back home, he called an Air force coworker.
“Hackey, you got a staple gun,” Jason asked the sergeant.
“Yeah, b*o,” the veteran replied. “Want me to bring it over to your place. I was heading on base for a minute.”
“Hell yeah, nigga! Working on a project and I need one bad.”
“Alright! See you in thirty.”
Jason was home in just about half the time Sgt. Hackey promised to be there. He went about setting up his vision in the carport by placing some of the foam over the top of the table and then dr****g pieces of the velvet over the top and along the length of the structure. He was virtually satisfied with the result when Hackey pulled into the driveway.
“My man,” stated Hackey.
“Wassup, bruh,” Jason replied.
“I can’t call it. Here’s the staple gun,” the technical sergeant conveyed as he popped the trunk of his white 2001 Honda Accord sedan.
“Thanks, my nigga!”
“It’s all good, nigga,” Hackey remarked eyeing the structure.
“What you got up for tonight.”
“Not shit. Just trying to do some drinkin’. You oughta invite some of us over,” he pressed.
“Hell yeah. Who’s coming? Be here about six,” Jason called his bluff.
“No doubt,” Hackey said as he finished confirming the details.
Jason was not concerned because he knew Carlo would not be finished at the store until after 10:30 p.m. He completed his DIY project and placed the final product in his bedroom. Around five o’clock he got a call from Hackey letting him know that he and two other would be over soon. Hackey also revealed that the junior members would be supplying the beer for the evening.
All of Jason’s guests were at his home by 6:12 p.m. They began drinking the multiple cases of Bud Light that the two least tenured Airmen supplied. They watched ESPN, laughed, lied, talked, and drank until Jason heard the email notification on his phone. He saw that Carlo had closed the store and was ready to meet at their rendezvous spot. Jason, “Alright, niggas! Y’all ain’t got to go home, but y’all got to get the hell up outta here.”
The three men obliged and were gone within ten minutes. Jason drove to the hospital where he and Carlo were set to connect. Carlo pulled up next to him shortly thereafter. Jason rolled down his window and said, “Park here and get in.” He hopped out of the SUV when he saw Carlo carrying a large suitcase. He then instructed Carlo to get in the very back seat and cover up with the quilt when given the word. They rode along in silence until Jason reached the gates of MacDill AFB. “Cover up now,” he said.
After presenting his credentials and being saluted, he pulled away from the entrance. “You can sit back up now,” he yelled once they were in the clear. He brought his vehicle to a stop in the carport and hefted Carlo’s luggage inside the house. “I have a few surprises for you,” he announced. “Starting with this,” he said handing Carlo a pink and white sequin bunny mask he bought from Party City. “I’ll put your suitcase in the bathroom then I’ll fix us some drinks. Put on the mask on and strip down to them panties, faggot.”
Jason returned and prepared a glass of Chardonnay for each of them. He stocked up on a few bottles when Carlo informed him that was all he drank. He handed the goblet to his naked friend and said, “Damn you sexy as shit. I’ma fuck the hell outta yo’ li’l ass.”
“Ooh Daddy,” cooed Carlo.
“Hell yeah, bitch! First up. We gon’ make a li’l video and take some pix. So drink up and I’ll be back.”
Jason disappeared to his bedroom and the came back carrying a tripod and digital camera-slash-camcorder. “I wanna do a quick interview with you, but let me get you some more wine.”
When Jason entered the living room, he had refilled Carlo’s wine glass and was wearing a vinyl chinless skull mask that he also got from Party City. He had removed all of his clothing except for his faded blue Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs.
“Damn! Your body is sexy as shit, Daddy,” Carlo screamed.
“Say that shit again when I start recording. Wait to start sipping till the camera is rolling,” he ordered handing him the glass.
When the camera was set up to Jason’s liking, he said, “Say that shit again.”
“Ooh Daddy! Damn your body is sexy as shit,” Carlo purred.
“Thank you, faggot,” Jason’s voice was recorded but he was still behind the tripod. “So, tell everyone what you’re going to do tonight bitch.”
“Well, everyone…Hi,” Carlo said waving. “I’m going to transform from the femboy you see now to a beautiful girl.”
“And what are you going to do to Daddy?”
“I’m gonna suck your big Black dick and give you this creamy hot tight boipussy.”
“That’s a good faggot,” Jason encouraged him. “Drink up. I got plenty more wine. I want you ready for this ass pounding. What’s your name?”
“Cee.”
“What’s your girl name, bitch?”
“It’s Harmony, Daddy.”
“That’s more like it! You wanna suck this dick before you get changed?”
“Yes sir!”
Jason removed the camera from the tripod and sat on the couch. Carlo knelt before him and began sucking.
“Suck that big dick, bitch,” Jason commanded. “You like that, don’t you, faggot?”
“Mmhmm,” Carlo continued slurping.
“Lollipop that muthafucka!”
“Ooooooh,” the cock sucking slut cooed.
“Deep throat my dick,” the dominant master ordered.
Jason let the camera roll for a about another minute then he announced, “Time to get in girl mode, bitch. Tell daddy how excited you are.”
Carlo sucked a few seconds longer and an audible pop could be heard as he took his mouth from Jason’s dick. He said, “I’m so ready to transform into Harmony for you!”
Jason stopped recording and Carlo headed to the bathroom. Jason walked to the kitchen and refilled Carlo’s wineglass. He delivered the dry earthy refreshment to his guest. Carlo was hovering over the toilet with his hand under his ass. “Whatchu doing,” Jason inquired.
“Douching out this pussy for you,” Carlo responded.
“You always do that?”
“Yes, daddy. I don’t want no accidents to happen on you. I should be pretty cleaned out already cause I haven’t had nothing to eat since yesterday afternoon.”
“That’s straight. Just holler at me when you finish with this part. Here’s some more wine.”
“Thanks, love!”
Carlo called out for Jason about s*******n minutes later. He proclaimed, “This boipussy is squeaky clean.”
“Alright, faggot! What’s next,” Jason wanted to know.
“I’m gonna take a shower and then I’ll paint my face. After that, I’m gonna get dressed and I’ll be totally ‘en femme’.”
“Hell yeah. I’m gonna get the cam.”
“I’m finished,” the soon-to-be fuck slut called out from the bathroom door. Carlo started the shower and cleaned himself with his loofa sponge and Warm Vanilla Sugar scented shower gel from Bath & Body Works. Jason entered and pulled back the curtain. Carlo jumped slightly as he was startled.
Jason remarked, “Goddamn you fine as fuck!”
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“Need some more wine?”
“Please,” Harmony petitioned.
“Be right back.”
By the time Jason returned, his faggot was out of the shower lathering up with a mixture of cocoa butter and Vaseline. Jason sat the glass on the sink and admired his vixen. Once the concoction was rubbed all over his body, Carlo removed a small makeup bag from his suitcase. He began to apply the foundation. Next, he spent time on his eyes. And finally he added blush and went to work on his lips. Jason sat watching in awe as the pretty femboy became a sexy, sultry woman. Carlo affixed a long wildflower honey blonde wig by Wendy Williams Hair World to his head. He was now Harmony in the flesh.
“Put the mask back on,” Jason requested when he showed up with the camera again as Harmony applied a generous helping of glitter infused raspberry lemonade flavored lip gloss from Claire’s. Harmony complied with the request and smiled immensely. Jason’s dick hardened at the sight of the beautiful femboy. He started snapping pictures as Harmony modeled and smiled. Next he informed Harmony that he was going to record some more footage.
“Look how good this bitch looks now,” Jason said as he pointed the camera at Harmony.
“Thank you, Daddy! I’m not even fully dressed yet.”
“Yeah, but you got that face painted and rubbed lotion all over that fine ass body. Just had to get this shit on cam.”
“Are you gonna post this somewhere.”
“Not sure yet. You cool with that?”
“Hell yeah! Just make sure to give me credit.”
“Okay!”
“I’m for real. Put my email addy in the credits,” Harmony said matter-of-factly.
Jason switched snapping still photos. He documented every step of Harmony’s routine. She took time out to pose for him. Finally she was dressed in a pair of white lace thongs, thigh high white fishnet stockings, and an all-over white lace halter bra. Just beneath the brassiere were a pair of breast forms. “You sexy as shit,” Jason remarked. “Let me get you some more wine.” When he returned Harmony had completed her ensemble with a pair of fierce red faux suede booties that had a pointed toe, a gold chained side, and four-and-a-half-inch heels from Charlotte Russe.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” Jason announced.
“Ooh yes, daddy,” Harmony affirmed. “But first, let me put my nails on.”
Jason disappeared and took the structure he’d built earlier into the living room. Harmony affixed the medium length pink & silver glitter Impress press-on manicure nails. Then, she sprayed a waft of her Strawberries & Champagne fragrance mist. She knew the scent would drive Jason wild. She exited the bathroom and called out, “Daddy!”
“In here, boo,” Jason replied. “Goddamn! You look sexy as shit.”
“Thank you, Big Daddy,” Harmony beamed.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit outta that pretty ass chocolate booty.”
“I can’t wait,” she said right before giving him a hug.
Jason gripped each of her butt cheeks firmly and opined, “These muthafuckas soft & juicy!”
“Are we recording,” she inquired.
“Yep,” he answered pointing toward the tripod mounted camcorder. “Now get on your knees and suck this muthafucka.”
Harmony complied with the order and was on the floor instantly. She went about her usual mode of sucking Jason’s beefy cock. Jason rock hard nine inches filled her mouth. Harmony drooled as she sucked him making sure to deep throat it. Jason grabbed the back of her head and began to skull fuck her. Harmony gagged and started to tear up. Jason commanded, “Take this muthafucka!” He then looked at the camera and said, “I love dominating this sissy ass faggot bitch!”
Jason continued assaulting Harmony’s mouth as she moaned and bewailed. “You ready for me to tear that ass up?”
“Yes sir,” came her muffled reply.
“Alright,” he said stopping his brutal attack. “Come over here and twerk on this dick.”
Jason sat in a chair that he had placed so the camera would have a side view. At this point, ‘Work It’ by Missy ‘Misdemeanor’ Elliott was playing. Harmony stood in between Jason’s legs and went about gyrating and popping her ass. Jason smacked her cheeks occasionally.
“Y’all muthafuckas know y’all want some of this ass,” he said into the camera.
“It’s all yours tonight, Daddy,” Harmony added.
“Hell yeah, bitch! Sit on Daddy’s dick!”
Harmony knelt down to pick up a small brown vial. She shook it slightly, opened the container, and took large whiff.
“What’s that,” Jason inquired.
“It’s called a popper,” Harmony explained.
“What does it do?”
“It kinda makes your muscles relax.”
Harmony began to remove her thongs, but Jason stopped her. “I just wanna pull ‘em to the side,” he informed her. Jason grabbed a bottle of baby oil and squirted it on Harmony’s ample derriere. He massaged her cheeks and then stroked his dick. “Sit it on it, faggot,” he ordered.
Harmony eased down his pole. But, Jason was having none of it. He gripped her waist and pulled her into him forcefully. Harmony yelped.
“Shut the fuck up and bounce those cheeks on this dick,” he yelled.
“Yes sir,” Harmony confirmed.
“Hang on, bitch,” Jason interrupted her. “I wanna get a close-up of this shit.”
He pushed her off of him and removed the camera from the tripod. He sat back on the chair and recorded Harmony’s juicy cakes twerking up and down his tool. He coached her as she moaned. “Ride that muthafucka. Squeeze that dick, bitch. Fuck the nut out that muthafucka!” Harmony bounced feverishly and he asshole began farting. “That muthafucka talkin’ back to a nigga,” Jason smiled. “Stand up and let these bastards see that pretty hole,” he directed her.
Harmony stood up and tooted her ass out. She grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart.
“That muthafucka is gaped,” Jason grinned.
“Of course it with all the big Black cock you got, Daddy,” Harmony purred.
“Want some more?”
“Not yes, but hell yes,” she laughed.
“Alright get up on that table,” he pointed.
“What’s that?”
“I made a fuck bench for you.”
Harmony hopped up on the sturdy piece of furniture. Jason walked to front and stuck his dick back in Harmony’s mouth. “You like that ass to mouth action,” he asked while still holding the camera. She affirmed him with a delightful moan. “I’m finna go ham on that pussy hole, faggot. You ready?” Another pleasured moan came from her. “You better sniff a whole bunch of that shit, bitch,” he said as he pulled his dick out and walked away.
Harmony inhaled. Jason put the camera back on the tripod and positioned it closer to the fuck bench. He moved behind her and slammed his dick back inside of her hole.
“Ohhhhh shit,” screamed Harmony.
“Oh shit is right, bitch,” he chucked. “I’m about to b**st fuck that ass!”
Jason thundered away drilling the effeminate bottom. Harmony wailed and moaned. Jason’s dick went deeper with every stroke.
“Fuck that boipussy,” she prodded him.
“Hell yeah, bitch! Take this dick! Take Daddy’s dick,” instructed Jason.
“You got some good dick, Daddy!”
“You like my big dick all up your bitch ass, faggot?”
“Yes sir! Yes sir! Yes sirrrrr!”
“Tight ass hole,” he admired as he slapped her ass cheeks.
“Spank my juicy faggot booty, Big Daddy,” she begged.
“Hell yeah, bitch! You switched around that muthafuckin’ store every goddamn day just trying to get a nigga to fuck you. Didn’t you, bitch?”
“Yes sir.”
Jason pounded harder. Harmony squealed.
“Shut the fuck up! This is what you wanted. Now take it,” he said as he delivered a firm smack to her right butt cheek. “Where the hell you want me to nut, bitch?”
“”Wherever you want, Daddy,” she exclaimed.
“Damn skippy, faggot,” he shot back. “Get ready to suck this dick again!”
Jason pulled out Harmony’s ass and stuffed his dick in her mouth. He held on to her head as hefted his meat down her throat. Harmony’s slobber ran all over his dick. Jason held her more tightly and his buttocks began to tense. “Oh shit, faggot! I’m finna nut…Oh bitch…Fuck…Goddamnit...Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” he belted as his balls and dick erupted. Harmony counted seven cum filled pulses and gulped down the entire load of Jason’s baby batter. Jason spat on her face and said, “You look a mess now. Go fix your face and make me a sandwich!”
Jason threw a frozen pizza in the oven and turned on his laptop. He looked at the note from Carlo. He chuckled when he read Carlo’s user name – ChocCakeBooty4DL. Jason entered the criteria and chose a display name by combining a diminutive of his middle name with street he grew up on – Chuck Bedell. He struggled to pick a handle, but finally came up with ‘b**stFuckYoBooty’. He sent a quick one line message to Carlo and went to change clothes.
He pulled a bottle of Asahi from the fridge – it was a Japanese beer that he fell in love with when he was stationed at Kadena in Okinawa. He removed his pizza and cut a huge hunk that he tossed on a paper plate. He walked across the tile floor to the living room of his cookie cutter institutional style three bedroom house. He scooped up his phone as he stuffed his mouth with the pepperoni and sausage pie. He went through the steps of synching his new email account to his Samsung Galaxy Express. As soon as it was loaded, he received a notification.
Jason tapped on the screen and was taken to the app. He opened the email from ‘Ivanna Humpalot’. That name, too, made Jason smirk. Everything about Carlo screamed ‘dick loving bitch’. The message contained a short message that read, ‘Loved that face fucking tonight, Big Daddy. Maybe next time you’ll fuck my boipussy just as hard.’ There was a smiley face at the end and ten pictures. They were all an assortment of ass shots. In some, he wore thongs or boyshorts. In others, his cheeks were bare. In a couple, he wore a long orange wig and long yellow fingernails.
Jason replied with an affirmation of how much he liked what he saw. He asked Carlo when he would have time to come over and spend some time. Carlo wrote back instantly saying he was ready right then. Jason let him know he had to work early so this evening would not work. He suggested Saturday evening with Carlo staying the night. The eager sissy confirmed the plan and attached the video of him sucking Jason’s dick earlier.
Jason’s next email read, ‘You look sexy as shit sucking my big dick.' I wanna pound that pussy hole till you cry. Make me a vid of you shaking that tight ass. Can you transform from boy to girl for me when you get to my house Sat?’
Carlo’s next email came just over ten minutes later. He had included a 45 second clip of him working his ass to “Look Back at Me” by Trina featuring Killer Mike. He indicated that he would make the dress up for his newfound daddy. Jason got an instant hard on. He wrote back saying he wanted to fuck Carlo to that song. He also instructed him to make a list of songs that he could dance and get dicked down to. Jason advised him that he’d burn them to his external hard drive so they could get freaky to them.
When Jason finished his day job the next afternoon, he drove home and went through the songs Carlo sent so he could begin downloading them. There were twenty-three and Jason added a few of his favorites to the mix. They were all hard hitting songs that begged the listeners to twerk. Carlo teased him as the night wore on with additional pictures.
Friday evening was the first time Carlo and Jason saw each other at the store after their end of shift tryst. Jason played it cool and so did Carlo. As they closed up shop, Jason grabbed Carlo by the arm and dragged him to the bathroom. “I’m gonna skull fuck you again.” He pushed Carlo to his knees. The gentle pansy fell to his knees gracefully and let out a whimper. Jason hefted his meat into Carlo’s wet mouth. Carlo gagged as Jason began to thrust his cock and held onto his head tightly.
“You like me fucking that sweet mouth. Just like a little fucking bitch,” Jason rattled off.
“Mmhmm,” moaned Carlo.
“Damn right. I’m gonna fuck the hell outta that sissy ass tomorrow night. You gonna be my bitch all night long, faggot!”
“Mmhmm!”
“Take this muthafuckin’ big dick in that slutty ass sissy mouth, hoe!”
“Mmmm.”
“Oh shit, muthafucka! I’m cumming,” Jason yelled out as he shot a full load of baby batter in Carlo’s throat. “Hurry the fuck up and clean up. I gotta work in the morning.”
The next morning, Jason awoke early and drove out into the city to purchase a forty-two inch tall Hillsdale Monticello Pub Table that had a just under a three foot diameter. After buying it from the former owner, he took the table into Lowe’s and had them attach five six-by-six pressure treated lumber posts to support each existing leg along with one placed at the center of the structure. He paid the fee and hauled the customized table back to his silver 2009 Ford Expedition. He lifted the modified furniture piece into the back of the SUV and drove off to a fabric store.
Jason bought several yards of navy blue crushed panne velvet and twenty feet of upholstery foam. On the way back home, he called an Air force coworker.
“Hackey, you got a staple gun,” Jason asked the sergeant.
“Yeah, b*o,” the veteran replied. “Want me to bring it over to your place. I was heading on base for a minute.”
“Hell yeah, nigga! Working on a project and I need one bad.”
“Alright! See you in thirty.”
Jason was home in just about half the time Sgt. Hackey promised to be there. He went about setting up his vision in the carport by placing some of the foam over the top of the table and then dr****g pieces of the velvet over the top and along the length of the structure. He was virtually satisfied with the result when Hackey pulled into the driveway.
“My man,” stated Hackey.
“Wassup, bruh,” Jason replied.
“I can’t call it. Here’s the staple gun,” the technical sergeant conveyed as he popped the trunk of his white 2001 Honda Accord sedan.
“Thanks, my nigga!”
“It’s all good, nigga,” Hackey remarked eyeing the structure.
“What you got up for tonight.”
“Not shit. Just trying to do some drinkin’. You oughta invite some of us over,” he pressed.
“Hell yeah. Who’s coming? Be here about six,” Jason called his bluff.
“No doubt,” Hackey said as he finished confirming the details.
Jason was not concerned because he knew Carlo would not be finished at the store until after 10:30 p.m. He completed his DIY project and placed the final product in his bedroom. Around five o’clock he got a call from Hackey letting him know that he and two other would be over soon. Hackey also revealed that the junior members would be supplying the beer for the evening.
All of Jason’s guests were at his home by 6:12 p.m. They began drinking the multiple cases of Bud Light that the two least tenured Airmen supplied. They watched ESPN, laughed, lied, talked, and drank until Jason heard the email notification on his phone. He saw that Carlo had closed the store and was ready to meet at their rendezvous spot. Jason, “Alright, niggas! Y’all ain’t got to go home, but y’all got to get the hell up outta here.”
The three men obliged and were gone within ten minutes. Jason drove to the hospital where he and Carlo were set to connect. Carlo pulled up next to him shortly thereafter. Jason rolled down his window and said, “Park here and get in.” He hopped out of the SUV when he saw Carlo carrying a large suitcase. He then instructed Carlo to get in the very back seat and cover up with the quilt when given the word. They rode along in silence until Jason reached the gates of MacDill AFB. “Cover up now,” he said.
After presenting his credentials and being saluted, he pulled away from the entrance. “You can sit back up now,” he yelled once they were in the clear. He brought his vehicle to a stop in the carport and hefted Carlo’s luggage inside the house. “I have a few surprises for you,” he announced. “Starting with this,” he said handing Carlo a pink and white sequin bunny mask he bought from Party City. “I’ll put your suitcase in the bathroom then I’ll fix us some drinks. Put on the mask on and strip down to them panties, faggot.”
Jason returned and prepared a glass of Chardonnay for each of them. He stocked up on a few bottles when Carlo informed him that was all he drank. He handed the goblet to his naked friend and said, “Damn you sexy as shit. I’ma fuck the hell outta yo’ li’l ass.”
“Ooh Daddy,” cooed Carlo.
“Hell yeah, bitch! First up. We gon’ make a li’l video and take some pix. So drink up and I’ll be back.”
Jason disappeared to his bedroom and the came back carrying a tripod and digital camera-slash-camcorder. “I wanna do a quick interview with you, but let me get you some more wine.”
When Jason entered the living room, he had refilled Carlo’s wine glass and was wearing a vinyl chinless skull mask that he also got from Party City. He had removed all of his clothing except for his faded blue Fruit of the Loom boxer briefs.
“Damn! Your body is sexy as shit, Daddy,” Carlo screamed.
“Say that shit again when I start recording. Wait to start sipping till the camera is rolling,” he ordered handing him the glass.
When the camera was set up to Jason’s liking, he said, “Say that shit again.”
“Ooh Daddy! Damn your body is sexy as shit,” Carlo purred.
“Thank you, faggot,” Jason’s voice was recorded but he was still behind the tripod. “So, tell everyone what you’re going to do tonight bitch.”
“Well, everyone…Hi,” Carlo said waving. “I’m going to transform from the femboy you see now to a beautiful girl.”
“And what are you going to do to Daddy?”
“I’m gonna suck your big Black dick and give you this creamy hot tight boipussy.”
“That’s a good faggot,” Jason encouraged him. “Drink up. I got plenty more wine. I want you ready for this ass pounding. What’s your name?”
“Cee.”
“What’s your girl name, bitch?”
“It’s Harmony, Daddy.”
“That’s more like it! You wanna suck this dick before you get changed?”
“Yes sir!”
Jason removed the camera from the tripod and sat on the couch. Carlo knelt before him and began sucking.
“Suck that big dick, bitch,” Jason commanded. “You like that, don’t you, faggot?”
“Mmhmm,” Carlo continued slurping.
“Lollipop that muthafucka!”
“Ooooooh,” the cock sucking slut cooed.
“Deep throat my dick,” the dominant master ordered.
Jason let the camera roll for a about another minute then he announced, “Time to get in girl mode, bitch. Tell daddy how excited you are.”
Carlo sucked a few seconds longer and an audible pop could be heard as he took his mouth from Jason’s dick. He said, “I’m so ready to transform into Harmony for you!”
Jason stopped recording and Carlo headed to the bathroom. Jason walked to the kitchen and refilled Carlo’s wineglass. He delivered the dry earthy refreshment to his guest. Carlo was hovering over the toilet with his hand under his ass. “Whatchu doing,” Jason inquired.
“Douching out this pussy for you,” Carlo responded.
“You always do that?”
“Yes, daddy. I don’t want no accidents to happen on you. I should be pretty cleaned out already cause I haven’t had nothing to eat since yesterday afternoon.”
“That’s straight. Just holler at me when you finish with this part. Here’s some more wine.”
“Thanks, love!”
Carlo called out for Jason about s*******n minutes later. He proclaimed, “This boipussy is squeaky clean.”
“Alright, faggot! What’s next,” Jason wanted to know.
“I’m gonna take a shower and then I’ll paint my face. After that, I’m gonna get dressed and I’ll be totally ‘en femme’.”
“Hell yeah. I’m gonna get the cam.”
“I’m finished,” the soon-to-be fuck slut called out from the bathroom door. Carlo started the shower and cleaned himself with his loofa sponge and Warm Vanilla Sugar scented shower gel from Bath & Body Works. Jason entered and pulled back the curtain. Carlo jumped slightly as he was startled.
Jason remarked, “Goddamn you fine as fuck!”
“Thank you, Daddy!”
“Need some more wine?”
“Please,” Harmony petitioned.
“Be right back.”
By the time Jason returned, his faggot was out of the shower lathering up with a mixture of cocoa butter and Vaseline. Jason sat the glass on the sink and admired his vixen. Once the concoction was rubbed all over his body, Carlo removed a small makeup bag from his suitcase. He began to apply the foundation. Next, he spent time on his eyes. And finally he added blush and went to work on his lips. Jason sat watching in awe as the pretty femboy became a sexy, sultry woman. Carlo affixed a long wildflower honey blonde wig by Wendy Williams Hair World to his head. He was now Harmony in the flesh.
“Put the mask back on,” Jason requested when he showed up with the camera again as Harmony applied a generous helping of glitter infused raspberry lemonade flavored lip gloss from Claire’s. Harmony complied with the request and smiled immensely. Jason’s dick hardened at the sight of the beautiful femboy. He started snapping pictures as Harmony modeled and smiled. Next he informed Harmony that he was going to record some more footage.
“Look how good this bitch looks now,” Jason said as he pointed the camera at Harmony.
“Thank you, Daddy! I’m not even fully dressed yet.”
“Yeah, but you got that face painted and rubbed lotion all over that fine ass body. Just had to get this shit on cam.”
“Are you gonna post this somewhere.”
“Not sure yet. You cool with that?”
“Hell yeah! Just make sure to give me credit.”
“Okay!”
“I’m for real. Put my email addy in the credits,” Harmony said matter-of-factly.
Jason switched snapping still photos. He documented every step of Harmony’s routine. She took time out to pose for him. Finally she was dressed in a pair of white lace thongs, thigh high white fishnet stockings, and an all-over white lace halter bra. Just beneath the brassiere were a pair of breast forms. “You sexy as shit,” Jason remarked. “Let me get you some more wine.” When he returned Harmony had completed her ensemble with a pair of fierce red faux suede booties that had a pointed toe, a gold chained side, and four-and-a-half-inch heels from Charlotte Russe.
“I wanna fuck you so bad,” Jason announced.
“Ooh yes, daddy,” Harmony affirmed. “But first, let me put my nails on.”
Jason disappeared and took the structure he’d built earlier into the living room. Harmony affixed the medium length pink & silver glitter Impress press-on manicure nails. Then, she sprayed a waft of her Strawberries & Champagne fragrance mist. She knew the scent would drive Jason wild. She exited the bathroom and called out, “Daddy!”
“In here, boo,” Jason replied. “Goddamn! You look sexy as shit.”
“Thank you, Big Daddy,” Harmony beamed.
“I’m gonna fuck the shit outta that pretty ass chocolate booty.”
“I can’t wait,” she said right before giving him a hug.
Jason gripped each of her butt cheeks firmly and opined, “These muthafuckas soft & juicy!”
“Are we recording,” she inquired.
“Yep,” he answered pointing toward the tripod mounted camcorder. “Now get on your knees and suck this muthafucka.”
Harmony complied with the order and was on the floor instantly. She went about her usual mode of sucking Jason’s beefy cock. Jason rock hard nine inches filled her mouth. Harmony drooled as she sucked him making sure to deep throat it. Jason grabbed the back of her head and began to skull fuck her. Harmony gagged and started to tear up. Jason commanded, “Take this muthafucka!” He then looked at the camera and said, “I love dominating this sissy ass faggot bitch!”
Jason continued assaulting Harmony’s mouth as she moaned and bewailed. “You ready for me to tear that ass up?”
“Yes sir,” came her muffled reply.
“Alright,” he said stopping his brutal attack. “Come over here and twerk on this dick.”
Jason sat in a chair that he had placed so the camera would have a side view. At this point, ‘Work It’ by Missy ‘Misdemeanor’ Elliott was playing. Harmony stood in between Jason’s legs and went about gyrating and popping her ass. Jason smacked her cheeks occasionally.
“Y’all muthafuckas know y’all want some of this ass,” he said into the camera.
“It’s all yours tonight, Daddy,” Harmony added.
“Hell yeah, bitch! Sit on Daddy’s dick!”
Harmony knelt down to pick up a small brown vial. She shook it slightly, opened the container, and took large whiff.
“What’s that,” Jason inquired.
“It’s called a popper,” Harmony explained.
“What does it do?”
“It kinda makes your muscles relax.”
Harmony began to remove her thongs, but Jason stopped her. “I just wanna pull ‘em to the side,” he informed her. Jason grabbed a bottle of baby oil and squirted it on Harmony’s ample derriere. He massaged her cheeks and then stroked his dick. “Sit it on it, faggot,” he ordered.
Harmony eased down his pole. But, Jason was having none of it. He gripped her waist and pulled her into him forcefully. Harmony yelped.
“Shut the fuck up and bounce those cheeks on this dick,” he yelled.
“Yes sir,” Harmony confirmed.
“Hang on, bitch,” Jason interrupted her. “I wanna get a close-up of this shit.”
He pushed her off of him and removed the camera from the tripod. He sat back on the chair and recorded Harmony’s juicy cakes twerking up and down his tool. He coached her as she moaned. “Ride that muthafucka. Squeeze that dick, bitch. Fuck the nut out that muthafucka!” Harmony bounced feverishly and he asshole began farting. “That muthafucka talkin’ back to a nigga,” Jason smiled. “Stand up and let these bastards see that pretty hole,” he directed her.
Harmony stood up and tooted her ass out. She grabbed her cheeks and spread them apart.
“That muthafucka is gaped,” Jason grinned.
“Of course it with all the big Black cock you got, Daddy,” Harmony purred.
“Want some more?”
“Not yes, but hell yes,” she laughed.
“Alright get up on that table,” he pointed.
“What’s that?”
“I made a fuck bench for you.”
Harmony hopped up on the sturdy piece of furniture. Jason walked to front and stuck his dick back in Harmony’s mouth. “You like that ass to mouth action,” he asked while still holding the camera. She affirmed him with a delightful moan. “I’m finna go ham on that pussy hole, faggot. You ready?” Another pleasured moan came from her. “You better sniff a whole bunch of that shit, bitch,” he said as he pulled his dick out and walked away.
Harmony inhaled. Jason put the camera back on the tripod and positioned it closer to the fuck bench. He moved behind her and slammed his dick back inside of her hole.
“Ohhhhh shit,” screamed Harmony.
“Oh shit is right, bitch,” he chucked. “I’m about to b**st fuck that ass!”
Jason thundered away drilling the effeminate bottom. Harmony wailed and moaned. Jason’s dick went deeper with every stroke.
“Fuck that boipussy,” she prodded him.
“Hell yeah, bitch! Take this dick! Take Daddy’s dick,” instructed Jason.
“You got some good dick, Daddy!”
“You like my big dick all up your bitch ass, faggot?”
“Yes sir! Yes sir! Yes sirrrrr!”
“Tight ass hole,” he admired as he slapped her ass cheeks.
“Spank my juicy faggot booty, Big Daddy,” she begged.
“Hell yeah, bitch! You switched around that muthafuckin’ store every goddamn day just trying to get a nigga to fuck you. Didn’t you, bitch?”
“Yes sir.”
Jason pounded harder. Harmony squealed.
“Shut the fuck up! This is what you wanted. Now take it,” he said as he delivered a firm smack to her right butt cheek. “Where the hell you want me to nut, bitch?”
“”Wherever you want, Daddy,” she exclaimed.
“Damn skippy, faggot,” he shot back. “Get ready to suck this dick again!”
Jason pulled out Harmony’s ass and stuffed his dick in her mouth. He held on to her head as hefted his meat down her throat. Harmony’s slobber ran all over his dick. Jason held her more tightly and his buttocks began to tense. “Oh shit, faggot! I’m finna nut…Oh bitch…Fuck…Goddamnit...Fuuuuuuuuuuck,” he belted as his balls and dick erupted. Harmony counted seven cum filled pulses and gulped down the entire load of Jason’s baby batter. Jason spat on her face and said, “You look a mess now. Go fix your face and make me a sandwich!”
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- 30.04.2020
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