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The House of Sex Prologue This story started as a description of an up-market, select sex shop. Like most of my stories, the original theme has expanded into something much more. What I describe here is a fantasy, but one that could, so easily be reality - a veritable Pandora's Box of delight. Of course, this story concentrates on my personal sexual tastes. I hope they are your tastes too and that I turn you on. I love feedback on my stories. Please email [email protected] Chapter 1. The Ad. I stumbled on it completely by accident. I'd gone to get an old newspaper upon which to open a tin of paint, and there it was, a simple few lines in the classified section: Erotica for discerning ladies and gentlemen. Only the very best quality merchandise and services. All tastes catered for. Please telephone Elaine on???. for discrete and personal service. The newspaper was a local one and the telephone number was reasonably local too, so I ripped out that corner of the paper and stuffed it in my jeans. Later, I tapped the number into the address book of my mobile telephone and destroyed the paper. The weekend, for it was Saturday when I first saw the advertisement, was the usual round of jobs and boring family-oriented activity. On the Sunday I was feeling particularly tense and frustrated; my mood was sullen and uncommunicative and I failed to hide it from my wife and children. It did not help that my wife and I had not had any 'time to ourselves' for weeks, not that sex with her was exciting any more. I dreamt of my alter-ego, the whore with the morals of a sewer, the girl in the hardest of hard porno movies, my darling who I adored and admired and who I wanted to emulate in reality; but it was only in my head, only possible in my head, only a fantasy to give me an erection. I looked on the internet at guys who had obviously been sensible, who had admitted to themselves how they wanted to live their lives and had been brave enough to go for it. I felt sick with myself for living a lie. I felt crushed and trapped and frustrated and bored with tedium of family life. On the Monday I arrived at work tired and dispirited, but then I remembered the advertisement and wondered about 'Elaine' - what she looked like and how she managed her business. I imagined her to be in her 40s or 50s with less than glamorous looks, only interested in the money her unfortunate punters would pass her way, a purveyor of some sleazy business best avoided. So, of course, I decided to call at lunchtime. I went out to the car for some privacy and called the number. After two rings, the call was answered 'Elaine speaking, how may I help you?' The voice was not at all as I had expected. The speaker was confident, young and distinctly pleasant. I knew instantly that Elaine had a welcoming smile on her face and would be attractive if I met her. 'Err,..', I stammered, taken somewhat aback, 'I saw your ad in the local newspaper and thought I'd errr.. give you a call and err...' I felt myself blush. 'Would you like to make an appointment and come for a consultation?' said Elaine. I was confused. 'Well, errr, errr, the ad I saw talked of ?Erotica for the discerning adult?. I had sort of assumed you were an ? how shall I say ? an adult shop.' Elaine laughed politely. 'Let me explain', she said. 'Indeed we are an adult shop but not in the usual sleazy sense. We always suggest potential customers come and meet us to get an idea of how we work and the services we can provide. We understand that many have very particular needs which they cannot satisfy fully - either because of lack of availability of their requirements, or inability to find time and space for themselves. So, would you like to come along? Our initial consultation is free and lasts typically half an hour. It is completely anonymous and non- threatening, all you have to do is to turn up at the appointed time and talk. Believe me there is nothing that is going to shock us, although we don't condone anything non-consensual or anything to do with minors.' I wanted to believe her, so I made an appointment for 12:30 on the Wednesday of the following week; she didn't ask for a name but gave me one. I was to introduce myself as 'Mr. Richardson'. She then gave me detailed directions and assured me there would be plenty of easy parking. 'Oh, before you go, I need to know who you would like to talk to about your needs' she said. Again, I was confused. 'I'm sorry', I said, 'I'm not quite with you?' 'No need to apologise, please, it is my fault entirely. Maybe you would feel more comfortable with myself or another female advisor or a male or?let's see in the diary?.if you come at the appointed time you would be seen by Geraldine. She is a transvestite in a more fetish style, but extremely nice and very understanding, but if you would feel uncomfortable I can arrange for you to see anyone you like.' I suddenly went numb and tingled all over, but a huge smile appeared on my face. 'I'm sure Geraldine will be fine' I said, 'I look forward to meeting with her at 12:30 on Wednesday the 4th.' I didn't know what I was letting myself in for. Was this a sort of honey-trap with a smile or was it a genuine attempt to be different? Or was it just some sort of glorified knocking shop? And who was the glamorous Geraldine? I'd never been in the company of a TV before ? a TV like myself, but whereas she was free, I was enslaved. Maybe Geraldine would not be 'en femme' but be just the usual sex-shop staff type in old jeans and filthy T-shirt. Chapter 2. The Interview I made sure that my diary was free for a couple of hours on that lunchtime and made suitable excuses to cover my tracks and availability. I was extremely nervous and had spent much of the morning in the toilet as a result. I could hardly settle to any constructive work and kept watching the clock on my PC. Eventually, I stood up, put on my jacket and left the office, with a muttered 'I'll be back around two.' I had been careful to make sure I knew where I was going. When I finally arrived at the given address, I was relieved to arrive with no silly accidents due to my state of heightened tension. The building was set back from the road in its own grounds. The gravel driveway where I had been told to park had an 'In' entrance and an 'Out' exit connected by a large, wide, curved driveway. Between the entrance and the exit was a low stone wall bordering the path and on the house side of this was a large hedge, giving the house and drive a degree of privacy. There were two further cars parked to the left of the house; I had been instructed to park on the semi-circular drive and then walk around to the side entrance and press the bell. I took several very deep, long breaths to try and calm myself and at 12:29, got out of the car and locked it. The building in front of me was an imposing Victorian detached house with 4 or 5 stories and a basement. The ground floor rooms were raised from the ground level, so the side door was up a short flight of 5 stone steps. I rang bell and took another deep breath; my bowels felt like water. I suddenly began to doubt why I was here; when I rang, the confident Elaine never asked me what I wanted to buy. Indeed, what was I going to buy? As I had my doubts, the door opened and a deep husky voice from the inside said 'Mr. Richardson, do please come in.' I said 'Thank you' but the words never came out of my mouth. I saw Geraldine for the first time and felt embarrassed to have a good look at her, so I almost averted my gaze, but I could tell she was dressed extremely glamorously as my eyes fell and I saw her perfect high stiletto patent court shoes and very sheer black stockings. I entered the dark ante-room and Geraldine ushered me into another large open room richly decorated. It was completely wood panelled with two large windows on the right hand side as I entered. In the centre of the room were two large Chesterfield sofas facing each other with a coffee table in between them. 'Welcome to The House. Please take a seat, Mr Richardson. Would you care for a drink?' 'No, no thank you' I replied. I had chance to see Geraldine properly as she glided over the floor towards me. She was over 6 feet tall in her heels but was slim and shapely. She was wearing a flared black dress which was teasing around her stocking tops. Her make-up was flawless, with lots of black around her eyes, subtle shadowing and long black lashes. Her lips were deep blood-red. She had black hair that covered her shoulders in a simple natural style. Quite simply, she was stunning and I was getting turned on. 'I hope you don't mind being with a TV?' she asked, sitting down on the sofa opposite and showing me lots of black stocking as she did so. She crossed her legs so slowly and seductively to show the dagger of her heel. I guessed they were at least 5 inches high. 'Not at all, I think you are gorgeous and most attractive' I said rather bravely. 'Now then', she said smiling seductively and adjusting her skirt 'let me explain who we are and what we do.' I could hardly wait now. My cock was semi-erect as I gazed at her gorgeous stockings and heels, thinking how lucky she was to be able to spend her day in attire such as she was wearing. 'Well, several years ago, Elaine, to whom you spoke on the telephone, was left a substantial legacy and this house. She decided to set up this business. Essentially, we can get you anything ? anything legal that is ? you want, and give you the opportunity to enjoy yourself. For example, we have several couples and groups who simply book rooms here for their own enjoyment. We have guys who collect their latest DVDs from us and we have some who come to watch them on their own. We have closet TVs who come here to dress and to buy clothes. We have a gay group who come here once a month, and many female clients. We have private, anonymous storage facilities for your clothes, toys, magazines, DVDs etc. If your interests are more specialized we can always put you in contact with others with the same interests; I don't think we have ever failed a client. And, of course, you can use us to expand your sexual horizons ? those things you've always fancied but never had opportunity. Now, what about you? I see you are married?' Her voice had been like velvet; I felt myself lulled by her warmth. I wanted to sit next her, kiss her deeply and for my hands to explore the regions above her stocking tops. I felt I was dreaming, almost as though I was about to swoon and require smelling salts like a tightly-corseted Victorian lady. I looked down at my band of gold and then my eyes raised again to meet Geraldine's. 'Indeed I am married, and what a bore it is too. We have 2 young children and although I love them dearly and feel responsibility for them, I can't say that I don't yearn to be single and free and follow a different course ? like yourself, for instance. I once had lovely shoes like yours and stockings and lots of lingerie and a couple of sexy dresses ? and how many times I threw it all away ? and how much money I wasted ? and how I always felt guilty ? how I feel guilty now.' A tear came to each eye; I pulled out my handkerchief and mopped them up as they overflowed and ran down my cheeks. Geraldine leaned forwards and placed her hand over mine; her nails were perfect and their colour matched her succulent lips. 'Please, take your time. I, of all people, understand perfectly. I would have probably been in exactly your position had I not found my best friend in bed with my ex-wife. Help IS at hand.' We relaxed back in our seats. Geraldine re-crossed her legs slowly and sensuously again. I caught a glimpse of suspender and smiled weakly back at her. 'So, you want to experience your femme side again?' Geraldine asked me softly. 'Certainly I could not pretend that I would not welcome it.' I toned down my simple 'yes' with a confusion of double negatives. My real answer was 'YES!' 'So, what would you like me to show you now? What had you got in mind when you telephoned?' asked Geraldine. This was a good question. 'Well?', I stalled '?I thought maybe some hardcore DVDs.' Then as an after-thought, I added '?and maybe some toys.' Geraldine was obviously very comfortable with both these suggestions. 'Certainly, we have many DVDs and lots more we can get you. We tend to stock those recommended by other members or reviewed by ourselves. We only stock genuine first generation copies and normally those with a digital mastering ? i.e. not just grimy transcriptions from video to DVD. What are your tastes?' 'How long have we got? I've always loved porn since my early teens. I started with glamour shots of girls in stockings and high heels, and then of course, topless soft stuff. I've always adored big-breasted girls and even now they give me a thrill. Nowadays, I like lots of hard anal fucking, double penetrations and oral cum shot scenes. Then again, I love TV and TS stuff too.' 'And how about gay films?' asked Geraldine, in a very matter-of-fact way. I felt as though I were talking to a Freudian psychotherapist who was probing my deepest sexual urges. 'Well, I've only seen one and that didn't do very much for me although the quality seemed very poor. I didn't find it repulsive, but it didn't hit the spot if you understand me.' 'And you mentioned toys? Have you used them before ? properly that is?' 'Well, errr?' I started to hesitate and blushed deeply. Geraldine smiled sweetly and was touched by my discomfort. 'Please, please' she started, 'There is absolutely no reason or need to feel ashamed about these desires. Believe me, I've talked to many, many people with all sorts of kinks, fetishes and desires and there is nothing here I haven't heard before. There is no need to feel embarrassed.' It was confession time. 'Yes, I've used toys on and off ? mostly off ? for many years, but now they're becoming a much stronger desire.' Geraldine smiled again. 'So, two further questions. Firstly, do you have private access to the internet?' I nodded to confirm that I did. 'And finally, suppose we sold you some DVDs, toys, clothes, shoes etc. would you want to take them home?' I was confused again. 'Where else would I want to take them?' 'The point I'm getting at is that even when you have purchased there is still the question of usage and enjoyment. How much usage could you get from any purchases?. Having a wife and young children about the place limits one's freedom as you've already admitted.' Light began to dawn as I recalled her earlier statements. 'You mean I could store things here and come here and use them without interruption?' 'Indeed. Here's the deal. We give you a private web-based email address such that we can communicate ? make appointments, levy charges to your account etc. We rent you storage space ? either a small or large strong-box or a full locker ? you buy the padlock and key. You then arrange an appointment ? for example, you may want a simple room with a large screen television and DVD player. We have lots of room for all sorts of activities ? I'm sure I don't have to be explicit. You can rent the DVDs for instance such that you won't get bored with the same ones. You can lock toys, clothes and other equipment in a box ? I'm sure a small one would suffice ? you can always go on to a large one or a locker later.' She was smouldering again and sounding too convincing. 'I can't help feeling there's a catch to this ? what are the fees for renting rooms and storage?' Geraldine smiled again and I dissolved. She could have told me anything and I would have agreed. 'A small box is ?10 per month and a basic room ?30 per hour; more facilities obviously are a bit more. You just have to ask when you book. Charges are debited to your account and we expect bills to be paid on time. I don't think you'll want to rack up huge bill and then do a runner?.do you?' Geraldine had made her point. There was always the threat of discovery and embarrassment. 'Well, no. Of course, I'd never even think of doing anything like that.' It was true. 'So', said Geraldine, confident of a sale, 'shall we do the admin and get it out of the way.' Chapter 3. The service. As promised, within a couple of days I had a private mail account on their web site. I was no longer 'Mr Richardson', but now member 273. Instantly, I wondered who the other 272 members were and what things they enjoyed?Attached to the site were all the 'Terms of business' which looked very legal and daunting. I didn't bother. I had, in effect, spent a lunchtime and bought nothing ? no DVDs, no toys, but I had bought a dream of some relative freedom. I went out and bought myself a strong padlock and made an appointment by email. I had asked for an hour in a room with DVD viewing facilities and private bathroom. I also asked to rent a DVD with strong anal theme. I received a reply confirming my appointment and a list of suggested titles. They also told me exactly where to park at the back of the building and to use the back entrance. On the day, I was nervous again. I had also retrieved my few clothes and toys from the secret stash in the loft. This arrangement had another advantage ? no more worry about discovery at home. So I arrived with my bag of goodies; on arrival, I entered through a back door into a small lobby with a counter at the back. 'Judging by the time, I guess you are member 273?' The words came from behind the counter, spoken by a gracious, smiling young lady with a well-filled T-shirt and long blonde hair. 'Indeed, I am', I replied, clearing my throat. 'As this is your first appointment at The House, let me show you your room and facilities. Please follow me.' The girl let herself out from behind the counter and I followed in her wake of sensuous perfume down a corridor which went into the interior of the house. I could not help admiring her lovely black-stocking clad legs and ankle-strap high- heeled sandals as she walked in front of me with her bum wiggling under her soft black leather skirt. She could have been an executive secretary, but I knew she was party to much more. Then we ascended two flights of stairs; I looked up and saw her stocking tops and suspenders. She must have known they were on show; she looked back and caught me trying to avert my gaze. 'Nearly there!' she said brightly as we reached an upper landing. Into another corridor; she stopped outside 'Room 10' and opened the door for me. The room contained a single bed covered by a sheet; there was a bedside table and a wooden dining chair next to it. A large television occupied one corner of the room with a DVD player on a shelf underneath. The girl showed me the basic controls on the hand-set. 'The DVD you requested is in the machine ready to play, and your box is there at the back. The bathroom has soap, towels, tissues etc. All we expect is that you leave the room in the state you found it. Once you've finished, please lock your belongings you wish to keep here in the box and lock it and we will store it for you. If at any time you have an emergency, or feel ill and require assistance, just pick up the telephone and dial zero. The telephone will ring 10 minutes from the end of your hour as a reminder. Any questions?' She smiled at me. I shook my head. The girl left and I slid the bolt on the door. I knew that, just like my sessions at home, the next 50 minutes would fly by, so I was determined to make the most of it. I stripped off completely and roughly organised my business clothes on the bed. The feeling of my nakedness was itself liberating. Quickly, I clipped my tight black silky waspie around my waist and tied the stays as tight as I dare; I frantically fumbled my black stockings onto my legs and enjoyed that wonderful feminine moment of clipping suspenders. Finally, for I had no more female attire, I slipped on my wonderful 5 inch heeled court shoes and stood up straight, feeling the pull in the muscles at the back of my legs. I was really looking forwards to becoming used to my shoes again and vowed not to remove them until the last possible moment. Then I unwrapped my biggest dildo and shoved the rubber sucker end onto the seat of the chair which I had positioned in front of the television. This was the 'John Holmes', a replica of the famous porn star's cock in all its glory; one of the joys was to apply the lubrication to this monster in anticipation of the fun to come. So, with all in place and my first 10 minutes gone, I started the DVD ? 'Anal Ecstasy 4'. I fast forwarded through the preliminary teasing until the stud had just entered the girl's back door before I paused the DVD whilst I squatted over my big toy and nuzzled my desperate hole with the knob end. I then let the DVD run as my hole expanded gently to take the wonderful knob-end in my arse. The girl in the DVD was having her arsehole reamed by a really big stud who removed his cock to show the girl's gaping hole before plunging it back in even deeper. I slid down my dildo and rode it little by little before 6 inches was in; I had to go steadily as it was a few weeks since I'd enjoyed this, so I withdrew and re-lubed and inserted again. I tried to keep up with the motions of the stud in the film and soon I had 8 inches in me and it just felt superb. At this point my cock was starting to twitch; I reached over to the bed for one of the plastic cups I had brought from the office. As the stud withdrew from the girl's arsehole and moved round to jerk off into her mouth, I too shot my load, into the waiting cup. The girl relished the spurts of the guy's cum, each spurt landing in her mouth and on her tongue; she took his cock in her mouth to get as much remaining cum as possible whilst looking deep into his eyes. I raised my cup in celebration and drank down its creamy contents with great relish. I eased myself off the toy, knowing I had taken all but the two final inches into me. It took longer than I thought to clean up but it was not long until I was back in the car. Chapter 4. The Meetings Over the next few weeks I repeated my session as often as I dare; I was paying ?50 each week for a room just to satisfy myself, but the feeling of security and the liberty to enjoy myself were worth it and more. I also bought some more 'kit' ? a bra and substantial fillers and a sleeveless high-neck ladies top to cover but highlight my new curves. I also bought a 'BAM', another dildo modelled from a black porn star with a huge thick cock. This monster, nearly 3 inches thick and 13 inches long was going to be a massive challenge for me; I was almost afraid of it. I knew from my use of my existing toys just how open deep anal fucking can make one's arse ? now this one was a good half inch thicker! Now I was renting a room for an hour and a half. When I did this during a work lunch time, my colleagues would joke about some mythical 'fancy woman' I was supposed to be seeing. If only they knew how I enjoyed fondling my own boobs and sliding my hands over my sensuous sheer stockings; and how I would gasp each time my 'BAM' finally slid home. When my wife announced she was taking the kids to her parents for a weekend my heart missed a beat. I would book an extended time and really relax and savour my time ? this was going to be the high point of my year. I was accessing my private account one evening to book another session when I realized I had a message from the administrator ? Elaine. She explained that another client had expressed a wish to meet someone of my age and tastes; apparently, the client wanted to meet a full or partial TV who would enjoy giving full oral sex. He was willing to pay for the accommodation and any expenses. Was I interested? I replied that, pending further details, yes I was certainly interested. Maybe this would be my first opportunity to be a real tart! Elaine replied that as meeting with another client was possible I was required to take an HIV test; on my next visit a blood sample was collected from me. A few days later Elaine passed me on the client's identifier such that I could message him directly ? this would not have been allowed if we both had failed to show a negative test. So, I fired off a short email explaining that I had been proposed as a prospective partner; I gave a short description of me and my preferences and asked him to describe himself and the scenario he proposed. '191' wrote back at some length and described the sort of thing he was after; it seemed entirely reasonable to me so we arranged a date; fortunately, this coincided with my weekend of freedom, so a 3 hour session on the Saturday afternoon was booked. When I arrived at reception, the elegant girl told me the room number and that I was to wait for 191. I duly did so, with some trepidation; what if 191 was smelly and unclean? Perhaps I would know the man; perhaps he would hound me outside of the club?All these fears went through my mind, when I heard footsteps in the corridor and a light tap on the door. Before I knew it I had opened the door, welcomed in '191' and was shaking his hand. I need not have worried. He was obviously well-groomed and well-spoken and was dressed in expensive clothes. 'I think you're fully aware of what I want to do today' he said in his educated tone. 'Of course' I replied. 'I'll step into the bathroom and dress then?' 'Fine', he replied, 'take your time, I'll get undressed and put on a DVD to get us in the mood.' I smiled. I didn't think it would be long before we were both going to be 'in the mood'. In the bathroom I started with my laced black silk waspie; then some black stockings, very sheer and shiny with seams and Cuban heel. Than I added my new stick-on breast-forms and bra, topped with a flimsy baby-doll nightdress. I added a tiny pair of black silky panties. Then I stepped into my latest, highest 6 inch heeled court shoes ? after all I had a man to impress. I put on my anklet and a pair of clip-on earrings; then a little make-up ? not much, as I was not yet very skilled ? but I was pleased to put on lots of bright red lipstick as per 191's instructions. Finally, my new long blonde wig in cascading ringlets and I was ready to be the whore of my dreams. I took a deep breath, and nervous and trembling ever-so-slightly, I took the world in my hands and opened the door into the bedroom. Peter, as 191 had told me to call him was naked on the bed, leaning up on the headboard. 'Ah, my dear!' he said as I stepped out. 'Simply perfect, simply ravishing. Please entrance me by taking a few steps in those wonderful shoes' I did as I was bidden, wiggling my bottom as I took small feminine steps. 'Please, come and sit by me on the bed, I have something to show you.' I sat on the bed, my back on the headboard and my legs on the bed, next to his. I was slightly nearer him than necessary, such that the black nylon of my stockings would lightly stroke his leg. It was also the first time I got a good look at his cock; it was not too long ? maybe 7 inches, but very thick and meaty. He was fully erect already and seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was looking at it. 'Do you like what you see?', he questioned. 'Surely, a girl is never displeased when a man has a hard-on for her?' I replied softly, trying to speak in an as feminine way as possible. 'Maybe you like this too.' He fired the remote control towards the DVD and the screen lit up with a young woman in black lingerie giving a stud a very energetic blow-job. 'I think she's enjoying it don't you?' 'Of course she is', I replied, 'it's very erotic, don't you think? I looked at him and licked my lips; then I glanced down at his cock and smirked. 'But what must she do when the man cums?' I said provocatively. 'Maybe, she won't like the taste or she'll pull away at the last moment.' 'And what would you do?' He had turned towards me, his face now very close to mine; his left hand was now on my right leg feeling the smooth nylon. I felt his sweet breath on my cheek; surely I'd never been this close to a naked man before. I pouted my scarlet lips at him and heard my self say 'Call me a cheap whore, a fuck-slut, a spunk bag, anything you like, but you can guarantee I'll be dirtier than then any of those. Call me that and I'd drink the full load any day and show you how good it tastes.' His cock was now rock-hard and he shifted in order to get into a comfortable position for what he expected and what I wanted to give. He motioned for me to get off the bed and he simply sat on the edge and laid back. 'Oh you fucking tart, suck my cock!' he yelled. I went down on my knees and opened his legs more to get a good look at his priapic cock and large low-slung ball-bag. I started to lick up his leg until his cock was directly in front of my face, then nibbling up its full length to the leaking tip. I held his cock firmly in my right hand and caressed his balls in my left. Then looking at him straight in the eye, I took the knob-end in my mouth. We both moaned with pleasure at this most intimate of pleasures. I just held him there, gently sucking, before taking as much of his length as I could. I held that position too, knowing how much I too liked the sensation. I was very gentle, applying only light, delicate pressures with my lips. I did not want to take him over the top for a long time or make the intensity of the pleasure just too much to bear. I wanted him to be in a state where he just craved to have his cock in my mouth. Considering I had not sucked a guy for such a very long time, I was obviously, from Peter's calls of appreciation and from the names he was calling me, doing very well. The trick is to get the man about to come but not take him over the top for as long as possible; however, when he does finally cum it should be a really powerful cum, not a held- back dribble. From time to time, I removed my mouth from around his member, then, holding my mouth as an 'O', would lightly but quickly move my mouth from tip to root and back again. This produced more encouraging noises from Peter. Being uncircumcised, I knew his helmet would be very sensitive, especially the area under the glans; I only licked this lightly, preferring to hold my lips behind the corona with the full knob in my mouth, rocking gently back and forth whilst gently sucking. Whilst it is possible to extend this process almost indefinitely, I could tell Peter was urging me on to his climax. 'Take it all, you fucking filthy whore, take it all' he cried. I smile as I continued to suck, now with increasingly small, deft movement. I knew from the hardness under my lips that he was about to cum and prepared myself for it. I took a deep breath. Then, with a huge cry of relief, his orgasm started. His cock pulsed in great waves as spurt after spurt of cock-cream hit the back of my throat; I continued my sucking, knowing this to be imperative for full satisfaction. Fortunately, I did not gag on his cum. When he had finished pulsing ?maybe the tenth or eleventh spurt - I removed myself from his rapidly deflating penis and opened my mouth to show him the load and then swallowed it all down with a gasp of satisfaction. My hand massaged the final beads of thick goo from his cock and I licked them off with a huge smile of satisfaction. He collapsed back on the bed. 'My God?. That was incredible; how did you learn to blow a guy like that?' His question was rhetorical, but encouraging for me. 'I enjoyed it too; your cum tasted gorgeous. You can give me a load like that anytime. You have a beautiful cock.' Peter was almost crying with relief, such was the overwhelming nature of his orgasm. After he had rested for a while, he held me close; my own cock was so stiff I too was in need of a climax after the excitement. 'I'm afraid I can't reciprocate you know' he explained. 'I hope that's not too disappointing for you?' 'Not at all, although I do usually get off during my sessions. Would you like to see me use a toy?' I was tempting him again, and, after all, we still had lots of time. 'I was hoping you would; you said you enjoyed them in your mail.' I opened my box and showed him my selection of realistic toys. 'Fucking Hell!', he cried, picking up my 'Bam', 'How the fuck do you??' 'All it takes is dedication and practise ? and I certainly enjoy my practise. It's taken me a while to take this one as far as I do, but I just adore it ? that and being a TV are my thing. They're the things that get me off ? and sucking good cock, of course.' I laughed at his amazement. 'Maybe you'd like to see my deviant little hole?.' Without waiting for an answer, I removed my tiny silky panties and bent over in front of him, holding my buttocks apart with my hands. 'Wow, what a cute fuck-hole you have.' I was pleased and just said 'Watch!' I took the Bam as I had every week for several months and attached the sucker to the chair, then I used lots and lots of lubrication on the toy and on myself. Then I lowered myself as I'd done many times before. By this time Peter was on all fours watching closely as my hole opened up and let the bulbous head into my willing rectum. As usual, I removed it and inserted again. I repeated the operation several times, each time getting deeper, each time my insides opening up to their friend of satisfaction. Eventually, after some 10 minutes of this preparation I could ride it properly, gasping with each new thrust. Peter was getting turned on and was stroking himself to full erection again. My cock started to throb and I reached for the plastic cup held in readiness for my cum; as I groaned and came off Peter said 'Why on earth??', his question being answered the moment after as I poured the wonderful liquid into my slut mouth. I savoured the taste for ages before I swallowed and then licked out the cup to ensure I'd drunk it all. Peter was now beating his meat for all he was worth. 'You are indeed a filthy spunk-drinking slut' he said, 'Come here for another load from me. Come on. Lie on the bed.' Peter was kneeling on the bed. His cock was immediately above my mouth; his right hand was pumping it for all his worth. 'Open your mouth, you filthy fucking whore, you filthy fucking whore, you filthy fucking whore?.Aaarrgghh?' He came off again, great strings of cum flying into my mouth or across my face. He did not let me suck him until he had finished and then he wiped the globs from my face with his cock and got me to lick them from him. For the third time that day I had swallowed and deeply enjoyed the wonderful taste of man-cum. '191' requested my company on several occasions after this and they all followed the same basic pattern. Strangely, my wife had taken to going over to her parents and taking the children on most Saturdays now, which gave us the opportunity for some deeply satisfying sessions. However, soon, another was interested. Chapter 5. The Arrival In the same way as Elaine had introduced me to 191, I was now being introduced to '87'. This guy made it very plain he liked all things anal. He too liked TVs and wanted to seduce and make love to a full or partial TV; how did I feel about this? I was almost afraid to admit that I was an anal virgin, which I was, although very used to using some huge toys which would dwarf most real penises. However, the thought of true feminization in this way intrigued me. I was not scared of being penetrated, in fact I was not scared at all, but this was a final act of giving oneself and receiving cum. I wondered whether I would be able to feel a spurt deep within me and how my lover would react to showing him an anal 'cream-pie'. I replied to 87 that I would like to meet him one Saturday and the date and time was duly arranged. 'Steve' was in the room to greet me and (rather incongruously, bearing in mind what we both knew was to come) we shook hands warmly. Steve had explained in his note that he had always been fully bisexual but always in a fully active role. He especially liked TVs and giving anal sex. I had told him about my use of toys and this had encouraged him more; he also thought I would find the 'real thing' very different as I would not have to make most of the motions. He was around 6 feet tall with short dark hair and even, tanned features; he was broad across the chest and it was easy to see he was a physically powerful man who kept himself in good shape. However, he was quietly spoken and extremely polite; he offered every courtesy to make me feel comfortable. I admitted I was rather nervous. 'You'll feel better when you've changed' he said soothingly. 'Take your time. I shall be ready for you when you're ready to come out. I don't think you'll be disappointed?' With a cheeky wink, he ushered me into the bathroom. I changed into my tight lace-up waspie as I'd now done many times before. I pulled on a new pair of fully-fashioned black silky stockings, in raptures at the exquisite feeling around each leg; how I wished I could shave my legs ? I was sure the feeling would be doubly sensuous. Hoping to turn on Steve 'to the max' I lubricated my butt plug and slipped it in, wanting to judge his impression when he first saw it. Then I put on my bra and fillers with the black armless polo-neck top to hold my shape, followed by panties, a new mini-skirt, blonde wig and a little make-up in my usual way. I slipped on my high heels, stood up straight, took a deep breath and opened the door. When I emerged back into the bedroom, Steve stood up, looked me up and down and nodded 'You look gorgeous!' I smiled sweetly at him, and then joined him on the edge of the bed. 'You're pretty gorgeous yourself' I said to Steve; this was the first time I had admitted to fancying a man, but hell, he was gorgeous. He pulled me to him and held me close; his hand cupped a breast, then ran down me to stroke my stocking tops and up to my thigh. He stood up and removed his shirt to reveal a hard, hairless, muscular body; then he removed his trousers and socks and stood in front of me in his skimpy underwear. I could see what was coming and already knew it would be very impressive; he pulled down his pants and with obvious pride his huge cock sprang out, already almost fully erect. 'Oh Steve' I panted, 'your cock is truly, truly, beautiful.' 'Remember', he said gently, 'it's only like this because you too are sexy and beautiful and you turn me on.' I leaned forwards to hold his cock but he backed away. 'Let's get you ready to play too' he said and motioned for me to rise. In a flash, he'd unclipped and unzipped my skirt and had my panties around my ankles. I stepped out smiling wickedly at him, turned around and bent over towards the bed. When he saw the end of my plug he was turned on even more. 'Oh you sexy girl, that's superb. Please don't remove it ? I want to do that, later. First maybe you'd like to gobble on this for a while' He had gone round me and laid on the bed with his feet still on the floor so that he could open his legs and give me the full display; his cock, circumcised and now fully erect stood up like a soldier. The head was swollen and purple and it had huge veins all down the length. He was about 10 inches long and at least 2 inches thick. I was going to enjoy this. The anticipation was almost too much; I squatted on my high heels between his knees and started to kiss his length, very delicately from bottom to the top and down again. Then standing up, I placed my hands on the bed on each side of his body and took the knob end of his gorgeous cock in my mouth; then I tried to take as much as I could but gagged as his cock hit the back of my throat. In this position, with my mouth above his cock I slurped at him with gusto, my saliva dribbling down his awesome shaft. After several minutes of moaning, Steve said 'I want your arse, babe. Tell me I can have it, tell me.' I looked at him directly, focusing deeply into his eyes and replied: 'Steve, your cock is just beautiful. Please fuck me now, fuck me deeply, fuck me for ever, fuck me, fuck me, please fuck me right up my arse.' Steve got up off the bed and got me to lay face-down over the corner of the bed with each leg astride the corner; he placed some pillows to raise my torso. Then he started to stroke my stockings and up onto my buttocks; then he held my cheeks open to see my hole still stuffed by the plug. Slowly, he removed the plug, teasing me with it as he did so. Then he fingered the gaping rim with the remaining lubricant from the plug. He squeezed more lubricant into my hole causing me to gasp with its coldness; then he smeared lots more on to his huge rampant cock. Firstly, he teased me by rubbing his cock up and down the crack of my bottom, but then his knob found its target. 'Are you ready for this? Do you really want me to fuck your cute arsehole?' asked Steve gently. 'Oh Yes, Yes, Yes, please, please, fuck me' I cried, desperate for the feeling I craved. I felt his hot knob open me up then release me, then again, he moved it slightly more; each time I was opening wider for him. Eventually, the teasing was over and I felt the whole knob end within me; a few short strokes later and a lot more was in me ? at least 7 inches. A virgin no more, I was finally experiencing my full girly initiation. Never again did I want sex as a man; being fucked in the arse by a big man was infinitely sexier. He stroked gently in and out; never did I feel any pain. This was pure pleasure and I told Steve so with my moans and groans and gasps of delight. He was fucking me with long slow strokes, when in deep he would stop then withdraw and come in deep again. All my years of playing with toys was to allow me to enjoy this moment, this moment I would remember forever. As his cock stroked into me and rested again at its end point, I said 'Leave it there and nudge deeper, I know it can take it all. Oh, give me it all. This is fantastic. Never stop. I want all your cock in my arse.' He leaned over me, his chest against my back and I felt his sweet breath on my neck. He placed his arms under me to grip my shoulders for more purchase. I wiggled my arse and managed to get his knob at the entrance to my 'second gate'. All the practise with my toys paid off and I felt his cock go even deeper until I was filled to the root. 'God, this is amazing, this is fucking amazing, I've never been this deep', said Steve, now almost breathless. 'I won't be able to hold on much more?.Aaarrgghh' and the spurts of his cum shot up into my arse. He shook and shook as the orgasm took him, and plume after plume of hot cream warmed me. He held me for a while after he had finished. 'Never, ever have I been in that deep; that was the sexiest fuck. You were fantastic. Thank you.' With that he withdrew from my body and I felt his spunk start to ooze from me and run down my legs. Inside I was glowing with intense satisfaction and felt better than at any time in my life. I felt I had finally arrived. Chapter 6. The Realization. Going back to a home and work life after my sessions with Steve and Peter was difficult. I had experienced so much and left me a changed man. I was sullen and morose at both work and home. I became uncommunicative; there were suggestions I was or was becoming depressed and should consult a doctor; I knew exactly why I was as I was. Then at work one day one of my colleagues asked to see me privately. 'No business of mine, I know, but I'm sure I saw your wife coming out of the Lincoln Hotel in ___ with another bloke ? it was last Saturday afternoon about half past four; it's been a while since I've seen her so couldn't be sure at first, but it was her alright.' The following Saturday my wife again announced she was off to see her parents with the kids, such that I could 'get on with what I had to do'. With great alacrity I decided not to go to 'The House' that day, but to simply make a call in the middle of the afternoon. Of course, I called my in-laws and asked to speak to my wife. I was told that she had gone out alone soon after she had arrived ? like most other Saturday afternoons. The following week I received a large brown envelope in the mail at work with the words 'Private and Confidential' written on it in bold letters. The envelope contained no letter, just photographs of my wife and a tall dark-haired man, going in and coming out of the Lincoln Hotel and one showing them in passionate embrace. But who had taken the photographs and why? I did not know whether to laugh or cry, such was the mixture of my emotions; after 10 years, she had done the unthinkable, but then ? so had I. I engaged the services of a private investigator who provided similar photographs and evidence that my wife and the unknown man had checked in to the hotel on 12 occasions over the last 6 months. I pondered my future at great length, though my mind just went round and round in circles. Just as the darkness could not get any worse, I accessed my private account at 'The House' and had a message from Elaine which simply said: 'Could you kindly arrange to come and see me personally sometime soon? I have a proposal which I think will benefit everyone. With warmest regards, Elaine.' Just as I had done over a year before, I arranged a consultation during a lunchtime. I had never met Elaine before and looked forwards ? with some trepidation ? to meeting her. I wondered whether my impressions formed before would be in any way correct. And what was this mysterious proposal all about? As I stood on the steps at the side door I was again nervous as I pressed the bell. 'Hi, I'm Elaine, do come on in. We'll talk in the library.' Such was the cheery greeting from Elaine. We sat in the same room as I had done all those months before with Geraldine, and, just as I had been entranced by her, I was certainly entranced by Elaine. I guessed she was in her early thirties, of slight build, but with a good figure. She was wearing a soft, black leather cat suit which fastened at the neck at the level a choker would. However, the top had a large keyhole to show a substantial amount of voluptuous bosom; the suit legs stopped just above the ankle. Each ankle was adorned with slim gold chains with dangling charms and her shoes were black high stiletto courts with a half-metal gold heel. Her perfume was heavy and musky; her face was round and welcoming and her eyes sparkled under the heavy make-up. She was attractive and very, very confident. She motioned for me to sit down and offered me a drink. I declined. Elaine said 'Do excuse my dress, but I have a client soon. Now, of course, you must be wondering about my note. OK. I shan't beat about the bush. This is my proposal. How would you like to come and work here with me and the others as a TV hostess? And, occasionally, to use your other talents as our web-mistress?' I felt in a state of near collapse; after the news of my wife's affair, I was being offered a job ? but as what ? what was a TV hostess? ? did she mean hooker?' 'Well, errr?, this comes as something of a shock ? and believe me I've had enough of them lately. Of course, I'd need some more details of the terms and conditions and what you would expect me to do, and how I would ?' My mind was in a total whirl and I was blabbering incoherently. 'We know you enjoy sex as a TV. Both 191 and 87 said they had had the best time ever here with you. I guess you also enjoyed yourself.' I felt a little sheepish and blushed. 'There is absolutely nothing to be ashamed of here. We simply asked 191 and 87 to give some good or bad feedback on their meetings with you ? and knowing the tastes of both gentlemen I can guess what you did together.' She continued: 'Tell me whether or not you would like to improve your femme self and in what way?' I started to answer her slowly in small phrases. 'Well, it's difficult, being?I don't know whether I will be for much longer as she's? '. Reality started to bite and I was soon crying uncontrollably. I confessed, in fits and starts, the truth of my home life and how I had proved my wife to be having an affair. Elaine smiled as she comforted me. 'This as a positive step. This is an opportunity to develop your feminine side to its maximum potential and to have some fantastic fun in the process. You can live-in here. Our lawyers are the best ? because they're also clients of ours ? so you'll get as much access to the kids as you want ? there will be no financial worries ? and you can live here effectively free. Have you met Geraldine and Angie?' 'I did meet Geraldine for my first consultation, but I don't think I've met Angie ? unless she's the girl with the boobs on the reception desk.' Elaine laughed. 'I'm sure Angie would love to have boobs like young Stephanie. No, we have 2 TV hostesses here ? Geraldine and Angie ? but we'd like a third ? and we'd like that to be you. We think you have the looks and body which can be feminized to the same degree as the others ? without any nasty hormones or anything like that ? but most important we like your attitude to all things sexual. This place is a temple to sex in all it's forms and we know you'd love it here.' At this point there was a knock at the door. 'You asked us to call in' said a slightly husky voice at the door. I recognised it to be that of the lovely Geraldine. 'Come in girls and meet 273 or whatever he wants to be called. You've met Geraldine, and this is Angie.' I was speechless. Geraldine was as lovely as before and dressed in a similar way to how I had seen her before. But it was Angie who now stole the show. The only time I could take my eyes off her was when Geraldine flashed more black stocking at me. Angie was stunning from top to toe; how her eyes sparkled with enjoyment and serene inner happiness; her make-up and skin were flawless, very dark eyes with subtle shadowing and scarlet lips. Her hair came down in long jet black ringlets. She was wearing a lacy black semi see-through top over a full basque; her waist appeared tiny and the contrast between this and the full bust gave her the most feminine figure. Her skirt was short and flared in dark purple silk. Under this she wore the most superb shiny, silky, sheer, black stockings with seams. Finally, her shoes were, as you would expect, daggers of the most ultimate perfection. I stood as the girls glided across to the chesterfield sofas. I greeted them like celebrities with a gentle hold of both hands and a peck on each cheek. 'Wow' I started, 'you're all' ? I gestured to the two new- comers and to Elaine ? 'stunningly lovely. There is not a human sexual person on the planet, man or woman, who would not look at you all with wonder.' 'That's it' said Elaine. She continued: 'The key word is sexual. These girls ? even though they are genetically male ? and, I hope, myself and everyone else here, ooze sex from every pore, from every gesture, from every smile. All the people who live and work here ? if indeed we could call it work in the true sense ? are totally addicted to sex. I know I am.' She turned to me. 'And we think you are too, and in just the way that will be exciting to you, to us and all the clients you're likely to meet.' 'Let me get this straight' I said as I started to compose myself, 'are you asking me to be a hooker, with this building as a brothel?' Elaine and the others smiled at me, each perfect smile radiating warmth and affection. I was worried I would be letting myself in for something from which I could not escape. Elaine explained: 'When you first came here you thought we were a sex-shop. Soon we showed you we were above that level by a mile. Similarly, we're way above the level of any sleazy brothel. Firstly, we do not have any clients who are not thoroughly vetted and checked for sanity and health. Secondly, they have to be very rich to come here. The sort of satisfaction you gave to Peter and Steve comes at a high price. Thirdly, we never ask anyone to do something they would not enjoy. Fourthly, we always have the upper hand over the clients because there is always the risk of their exposure. We all win. Then again, lots of activity occurs in large groups; sometimes we just do sex shows ? we have one next month for the son of a wealthy Arab ? he can see things and do things here he could never experience in is own country. We also make videos ? very good quality stuff, of course ? and, increasingly there's our web presence, so we're not idle.' 'So, will you join us?' Elaine, Geraldine and Angie all beamed at me. 'Of course I will, I am flattered, and very, very excited.' I could not believe what I'd just said, but I'd said it and meant it. Elaine looked at her watch. 'Good. I am pleased. Now, what are we going to call you? Do you have any preference?' Her tone was business-like, just as though she had completed very lucrative deal. Had she captured my head or my heart? 'As my male name is Philip and the female equivalent is Philippa, I'd like to be known in the diminutive, that is, as Pippa. I also hear it means blow-job in Greek.' They all laughed. 'Excellent. Now, I must go and attend to my client. Now you must arrange to move your personal belongings into here. On no account should you give this place as your address; we shall arrange all that for you. And, of course, you have to say 'Goodbyes' to your children ? for a time at least. You will need to resign from your job also, so if there is notice period, you'll need to work that first and the coordinate your move in here. Geraldine, when Pippa finally arrives I'd like you to show her around and instruct her in the rules of The House. Angie, I'd like you to be in charge of Pippa's feminization. I think you know what to do'. Elaine stood up and the rest of us followed her example. 'Welcome to The House of Sex, Pippa. We're going to have lots of fun together.' With that she held my hands and kissed my cheek. Geraldine and Angie did the same and Elaine walked out to meet her client. Chapter 7. The Changes On the following morning I resigned from my job; I was quiet as to my next plans but told my boss about my marriage and what was likely to happen there. Whilst working my notice ? a month which seemed like an eternity ? I tried to find the opportunity to confront my wife but decided against it. Quite simply, I kept quiet about resigning my job hoping my wife would not find out; then on the Saturday after my final leaving, confident my wife and kids would be out of the way for several hours, I gathered as many of my personal possessions as possible into the car. I took the coward's way out and left a note ? one that I'd had in my possession for a while ? and drove to The House and unloaded my belongings with the help of several people there. Then I returned the car to my home for the last time and took a taxi to The House. I was committed now. There was no turning back and I did not want to. When I arrived back it was late afternoon. Elaine and the staff had arranged a welcome party for me. I was able to meet and embrace all the 'staff' there. Of course, there was Geraldine and the lovely Angie; there were 3 female members: Stephanie, the young receptionist whom I had enjoyed following up the stairs, Erica, who had the most enormous bosom I had ever seen on a girl, and Christine who was a redhead with multiple visible piercings and tattoos. Of the guys, Tony and Howard were present; both looked fit and muscular; both looked as though their shorts held plenty of entertainment; John, the final member was 'out for the afternoon and sends his apologies, but will see you tomorrow'. 'You see, we just had to have you ? in all senses', said Elaine with her kind, radiant smile. 'May be you would like to see your room now; tomorrow will be a big day for you but a very exciting one. Angie, will you show Pippa to her room.' The Elaine held up her hand. 'One moment, I almost forgot. We have a welcome gift for you. Tony, could you kindly pass the package.' I was presented with a beautifully wrapped box. It did not take long to unwrap; the box contained a pair of shoes ? black court shoes in soft polished leather with the slimmest, tallest heels I had ever seen. 'We don't know your exact size yet, but we do have a reasonable stock of this model if we need to change them' explained Elaine. 'They are, of course, seven inch heels. Every girl should have a pair, don't you agree?.' I looked in amazement at the shoes; their gentle curves, the low-cut vamp which would show toe-cleavage, and the vertiginous, murderous, stiletto heels exuded pure sex. 'I can't thank you enough' I answered: 'You've made me feel very welcome already. I only hope I can do these beautiful shoes the justice they deserve. Thank you, all, again.' It was strange to be addressed as female even though I was very masculine, being distinctly unshaven and wearing T- shirt and jeans. However, I thanked them all warmly and followed Angie to a new unknown. All the staff rooms were on the top two floors; my room (with a sign 'Pippa' on the door) was like a small hotel suite with a double bed a sitting area and its own modern bathroom. Angie suggested we have a chat. I could not help but look her up and down again. ?I'm sorry to gawp at you? I said in apology, ?it's just that I find you so gorgeous, so entrancing, so exquisitely sexy. I only hope I can be one tenth as lovely as you.? Angie smiled. I melted. She said ?Thank you for your kind words. Understandably, you are anxious. There will be a period of adjustment and feminization.? The last word made me so excited ? 'feminization' ? how I liked the sound of that! ?However, you must realize there will be no turning back now. You will not be left alone until Elaine is happy with your feminization. It is like selling your soul, maybe not to the devil exactly, but nearly. Elaine is the engine behind this place; she drives us on to new heights and she expects all here to obey her every whim. Sometimes he can be very exacting, especially with any new recruit. We work as a complete team here, everyone helps with everything ? cooking, cleaning, maintenance etc all tasks adjusted to specific strengths. But if Elaine wants one or more of us to dig the garden, or re-decorate a room, or polish the silver, or lick her boots, we do it without question. Now, Elaine asked me to give you a colonic as first thing while your belongings are delivered. Please undress whilst I find you a peignoir.? Angie returned with a black diaphanous peignoir, so light it hardly felt of anything. I had undressed and slipped it on; the fabric teased my skin as we stepped two doors down the corridor to a room with a large white machine. Angie gave me instructions in the machine, for everyone was under strict instructions to use it regularly. Angie inserted the tube and soon I felt the rush of water and tried to relax as it tickled its way thorough my insides and cleaned me out. Angie returned to massage my stomach and so expel more of the waste products inside me. She explained the program for the next days to me; I was excited but also very scared. At times I could not help think about my wife and kids, but I was always surrounded by one or more who had succumbed to the temptations of Elaine and her 'House'. We returned to my room; my belongings had been delivered to my room and Elaine was there to supervise; she was dressed in a black mini-dress with customary black stockings and high court shoes, looking gorgeous and radiant. 'I think you'll have everything you need for your first night. Erica will stay with you through the night. You will not be required or allowed to have penetrative sex with her or masturbate, although she may want you to satisfy her in other ways. Is that clear?' I nodded that it was. 'I should also like you to start a strict calorie-controlled diet as of now. We'll see how much weight you need to shed in the morning, but I guess at least two stones. All your effects have been delivered; we shall store your male clothes for you as you will no longer need them, will you?' The question was rhetorical, but I nodded, although now completely stupefied. 'One final thing. Please restrict your movements to this floor of the building unless requested by me and only me to move somewhere else ? that is, until your feminization is to my satisfaction. Your meals will be brought to you. Sleep well and once again welcome to our house of sex. Geraldine will take over from Erica in the morning and instruct you in our house rules. Then your feminization will begin?' At that point, Erica arrived, her huge bosoms bursting from the top of her tight red T-shirt. Elaine turned on her heels and walked out; Angie held me and gave me a squeeze 'Everything will be fine, make it through the first week and you'll be on cloud nine. Believe me.' There was I, naked and male apart from a flimsy night-gown and in the presence of a very sexual young female. She was very pleasant and chatty and explained she had been introduced to the House after a lesbian fling with Elaine; she enjoyed the sanctuary of The House because as a crucial asset, being the fantasy of many clients both male and female, she was not thought of as a 'freak' or 'abnormal'. She explained she had a 22 inch waist and 48 inch double G cup bust. She was very open and honest; she seemed at peace with herself and her looks ? which were very attractive ? and she was very happy with what she did. Like everybody at The House, she seemed to live for sex and was turned on by her own body. 'Do you like them?', she said, stroking her breasts, 'They do give me so much pleasure.' I replied honestly. 'I do like them. I've always, from my earliest years been turned on by girls with figures like yours. They exude femininity and sex. I've always had either some big boob magazines or videos ? unknown to my wife, of course.' I thought again of my wife and kids. At that point, Erica raised her T shirt to show me her pride and joy. Instantly, my thoughts changed and the erection under the diaphanous nightdress was obvious. 'I can see you do like them; I'm so pleased we'll get on well', she beamed. 'Bearing in mind the words of Elaine, I don't think I should use it, do you?' I said teasingly. Erica was suddenly serious. 'Know that Elaine knows everything and does not react kindly to being disobeyed. Which side of the bed would you like?' Later, she sat up on the bed in the half-light, naked now. She was stroking her breasts and nipples. 'Would you lick me?' she implored. I went down on her wet cunt, licking her erect clitoris for all I was worth, then I licked out from her cunt, grateful for her juice, then, feeling braver, I licked round her arsehole, each stroke getting nearer to her puckered hole, finally shoving my tongue as far into her arse as I could. She was really getting off, ranting loudly with foul expletives. My licking continued back and forth between clitoris, cunt and arse, licking each with equal vigour. I lost count of the number of times she came. Eventually, after well over an hour she said to me.