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MICHELE AND PREDATOR - PART III By Michele Nylons The Predator was stunned; it dawned upon him what had happened; he had fucked and been fellated by a transvestite. A man dressed as a woman! He looked at the pathetic sight lying before him on the bed and laughed. He thought to himself that she was just as good as any 'real' woman he had fucked; and she sure wasn't going to be telling anybody about this evening, that's for sure; you could see the look of terror and disgust in her eyes. He might as well enjoy the rest of the evening. He started making plans to do just that. Michele lay sprawled and cowered on the bed; she saw the look on the face of the Predator as he realised what he was dealing with and she watched his face change from surprise to cruel calculation. She lay there shivering as the Predator strolled around her bedroom and examined her secret things. Michele was reviled as the beast toyed with her makeup and wig collection; she heard him snigger to himself as he opened her wardrobe and rifled through the hangers inspecting her clothes. She was revolted when he opened her lingerie drawers and pulled out various items of intimate apparel; she gagged when he lifted a pair of her satin panties to his face and sniffed at them and then rubbed them sensuously on his cheek, the nylon rasping on his five o'clock shadow. The Predator started to hatch his plan. How he loved to humiliate the upper class bitches he preyed upon; this would be even sweeter. This pansy transvestite couldn't do a thing to protect himself; he was obviously 'in the closet' (he sniggered to himself at the pun and was delighted when the transvestite bitch shivered at his evil laugh). The Predator had thought of the transvestite as a 'her' so far and decided he could deal with the situation better if he continued to think of 'him' as a 'her'. Yes he was going to have some fun with this bitch! He dragged her off the bed and into the bathroom. He spoke only enough to get his message through to the shocked whore; "Wash, makeup, dress! The clothes I want you to wear will be on the bed; wear the blond wig! You better look fucking good when you come out of this bedroom bitch or I'll handcuff you to the front fence still dressed as a woman so that all of your stuck up snooty neighbours can see what they have been living next to!" He slammed the bathroom door shut. Michele pulled herself up off the cold bathroom tiles and looked at herself in the mirror. Her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth; her mascara, eyeliner and eyeshadow had blended together with the Predator's semen and was smeared around her eyes and had run down her cheeks in dark rivulets. Her brunette wig was dishevelled and clumps of her hair were matted, glued together by the hideous man's issue from when he had spent himself over her face. She tore off the wig and turned away from the mirror and turned on the shower; turning up the hot water until she could barely stand to hold her hand under it. She looked at the water cascading across her painted fingernails and began to sob uncontrollably; she hated herself. Why did she have this uncontrollable urge to dress like a woman!!! She had got what she deserved she thought as she removed her jewellery; dressing up like some high class hooker had attracted this revolting vile man! Michele started tearing off her clothes; she pulled her semen and makeup stained white skirt down around her ankles and kicked it into the corner of the bathroom; her high-heels skidded on the tiled floor as she kicked and she slipped and landed heavily on her arse. Now she started to laugh uncontrollably; she realised that her sobbing and laughing were symptoms of shock due to what had happened to her; being violated in her own home. She tore off her blouse and it joined the wig and skirt in the corner. She propped her back against the hard wall and reached down and unbuckled her high-heels; they too joined the growing heap of womanly attire. Michele slithered out of her slip and she couldn't suppress a flash of arousal as the slinky garment slid down her stockinged legs creating a little electric shock of pleasure. She suppressed the feeling and felt further disgust with herself for having such a feeling at a time like this. Michele was becoming enraged with herself now and she grabbed at her garterbelt and the waistband of her pantyhose and nylon panties and pulled them down around her ankles in one tangled bunch. She reached down to the stockings and pantyhose clinging to her ankles and pulled them over her pretty painted toes and scrunched them, along with her panties and garterbelt, into a perfumed silky ball of nylon and lace which she also kicked unceremoniously into the corner with the rest of her clothes. She did not want to touch her lingerie as it was stained not only with the Predator's semen, but her own spend; she felt even more loathing with herself for climaxing whilst the Predator had had his way with her. Lastly she shucked herself out of her brassiere, which then became the last garment to join the dishevelled heap of clothing in the corner of her bathroom. Michele pulled herself to her feet again and stepped naked under the shower, deliberately not looking in the mirror on the way past. She grabbed a washcloth and poured a liberal amount of moisturising cleanser into it and began to scrub at her face, removing her makeup as the scalding hot water cascaded over her body. The Predator listened to the sobbing and then the laughing coming from the bathroom and finally the sounds of the bitch showering. He realised that the incoherent laughter and crying were the result of shock; more importantly he realised that this cunt was going to comply with his every order. The Predator continued to work on his rudimentary plan as he rummaged through the clothing in the wardrobe and dresser. He didn't want to see the transvestite when she emerged from the bathroom; seeing her as a man would ruin the fantasy; he wanted to see her only as a woman. He would select the outfit she was to wear and then wait in another room until she was dressed. The scattered clothing that the transvestite had left on the bed when she was dressing before he had invaded her house was swept onto the floor; he already knew what he wanted her to wear. The Predator selected a black leather miniskirt and a longsleeved white nylon blouse from the wardrobe. The blouse had ruffles on the d?colletage and cuffs and to him it looked both classy but also slutty. He threw them on the bed and then went back to the wardrobe and chose a pair of extremely high-heeled, red leather open-toe sandals; he played with the shiny red straps and silver buckles for a while and then tossed them onto the bed next to the skirt and blouse. From her dresser he took a lacy red brassiere and matching panties which he laid on the bed along with a black satin suspender-belt. He whistled to himself as his rummaging produced a pair of exquisite black stockings. He held them up to the light and stared at the diaphanous black nylons with their darker reinforced Cuban heels and stocking-tops; tiny diamantes decorated the satiny stocking-tops and Cuban heels; a black seam ran up the back of the stockings. He licked his lips and gently fingered the gossamer hose, being careful not to snag them. These he lay gently next to the rest of the lingerie on the bed. The Predator felt himself stiffen and he turned his back to the bed and walked over to dressing table; he picked up a bright-red lipstick and wrote on the mirror in large letters: 'DON'T FORGET THE BLONDE WIG!!!' He checked that the window was locked, pulled the blinds and ripped the phone out of the wall socket. As he heard the shower stop in the bathroom he walked out of bedroom and went down the corridor into the kitchen. He was fully sober now and needed a drink. He found and opened a bottle of red wine; he guzzled the wine straight out of the bottle, thin streams of the dark red liquor ran from the corners of his mouth. The Predator pulled a kitchen chair into the corridor to where he could see the bedroom door and straddled the chair so that his elbows rested on the backrest. He occasionally gulped from the bottle as he finalised his plan, all the time his icy cold eyes stared at the bedroom door. Michele emerged from the bathroom full of resolve and determination. She didn't know what the Predator had in store for her but she knew that she would not be able to overpower him unless she could catch him off guard; maybe acquire some form of weapon in the house, or make an escape whilst he was distracted. She had thought about her predicament whilst she stood under the shower washing away the residues of his attacks. She hurt a little down there, but it was only a weak throb caused from being invaded in a place that until tonight had been virginal. Michele knew that she had to pretend to comply with Predator's every wish until she had a chance to escape or incapacitate him. Michele looked around the bedroom and was glad to see that he had left the room; she didn't want him to see her as a man; somehow she could deal with the humiliation while she was dressed and feeling like a woman; but standing powerless, man to man, in front of him would be unbearable. She looked around the room at her scattered clothes that the Predator had swept from her bed and her eyes settled on where he had laid out what she was to wear. She sat down at her dresser and looked in the mirror. The predator's warning glared at her; 'DON'T FORGET THE BLONDE WIG!!!' in big red letters. She was tempted to wipe the lipsticked threat from the glass but she thought that should she get through this the writing may be evidence that could be useful to the authorities. Couldn't the police identify criminals from their handwriting? Who was she kidding? There was no way she was going to the police or anybody with her story. It was inconceivable that she would confess to being a transvestite and even more inconceivable that she would admit to what had been done to her by this monster. Besides the authorities would probably think she was a freak and got only what she deserved. Michele fetched the blond bob from its wig- stand and placed it on the dresser and arranged her makeup in order to begin her transformation. The Predator had finalised his plan; he knew exactly how he was going to degrade this cunt! She couldn't tell anyone about what was happening to her because she was obviously living a double life; he doubted a soul knew she was transvestite. That would be the weapon he would use to control her over the coming hours; the fear of discovery of her fucked up double life. And what an interesting few hours it would be! Moving in the circles he did, the Predator knew a few close companions who would love to play this game with him. Of course none of them knew he was the infamous rapist known as "The Predator" who was carving a swathe of terror through the city; but they were intimate enough that they had shared their sadistic fantasies with each other. Oh yes; even though he would have to wake them in these early hours, he knew they would love to participate in his game. He reached into his shirt pocket and took out his cellular phone. As he punched up the phonebook he sniggered to himself. Michele commenced her ritual; she stroked her face with her fingertips. Her skin was still smooth from the close shave she had had two hours ago. God, had this nightmare only been happening for two hours? It seemed like forever! She applied a thick but even basecoat of foundation to her face and neck and then set it with a liberal dusting of matching face powder. She then went to work on her eyes. Michele forced her hand to remain steady whilst she applied eyeliner, as close to her lash-line as possible, to her upper and lower eyelids. She started in the very corner of her each eye and worked outwards applying two or three coats and touching up where necessary so that her eyes were framed by the black makeup. The concentration required to apply the eyeliner almost took her mind off the current situation. Next she carefully brushed dark pink eyeshadow onto her eyelids working from the inner corner of each eye to the centre above her pupils. She worked the powder upwards to her eyebrows and then applied a coat of aqua-blue out to the far corners of her eyes, lightening the shade as she worked it up to her brows. This colour effect had worked for her before with the blond wig; she was trying to archive that 'society-slut' look again. She stifled a laugh as she realised the efforts she was going to satisfy the monster waiting for her outside the door. Michele again realised that her mind was operating its own defence mechanism; if she didn't laugh she would scream. Michele smoothed and blended the eyeshadow with a small brush and made final adjustments with her fingertip. She noticed the plumb red nail polish on her fingernails; she must have done a good job applying it earlier because it didn't even need a touch-up. At least she wouldn't have to worry about what colour lipstick to wear; every girl knew that you should match your nail polish and lipstick if possible; she stared to giggle hysterically again and forced herself to stop. Next she applied lashings of mascara to her upper and lower eyelashes; her hand started shaking again and a few small clumps of mascara fell onto her cheek and she carefully lifted them off with her little fingernail. "Concentrate!" she whispered to herself; the last thing she needed to do was fuck up her makeup and have to start all over again! She cleaned the mascara brush and evened out any small clumps that clung to her lashes. She was always amazed at how her eye makeup highlighted the colour of her eyes and made them shine and sparkle; "Not bad for an old boiler," she giggled to herself again. She gripped the edge of the dresser and forced herself to stop before she became hysterical. The Predator had made six phone calls and had been successful in getting through to four of his acquaintances (he wouldn't call them friends as such; just persons with a mutual attraction to sexual peccadillos that shall we say, strayed from the accepted norm). Two of those he spoke to had declined his offer, the hour being too late, but two of them leapt at the proposal he put to them; they were even now getting out of bed, dressing, and preparing to meet up with him. After all, how could men like these resist having sex with a stuck up society bitch who liked it rough and hard; if her fantasy was to pretend to be taken against her will by tough, hard men; then they were just what she was looking for. Of course the Predator hadn't told them the real story; he didn't want to spoil their surprise! He took another slug of wine from the bottle and smiled his lizard smile to himself. Michele applied blush to her cheeks and smoothed it into her foundation and face powder and then dusted her whole face and neck with coating of sheer-glow finishing powder, being careful not to smudge her mascara and eyeliner. Finally she applied two coats of plum coloured lipstick, biting down on tissue after each coat to set the lipstick. She adjusted the blond bob wig on her head and checked out the result in her mirror. The transformation never failed to astound her; from a plain, smooth-faced man she had become a heavily made-up middle-aged woman. Her blonde fringe framed her exotic eyes and her bangs caressed her rouged cheeks and highlighted her luscious red mouth. Now she needed to complete the transformation. Michele sat on the edge of the bed and inspected the clothes that had been laid out for her. She rose once more went to her dresser and opened a drawer, she extracted a package of sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose; size large, colour taupe-sand, the packaging said. She sat on the bed again and eased the pantyhose from the slim packet and slipped the hosiery over her pretty painted toes and slid the sheer nylon up her feet one foot at a time. She carefully eased the pantyhose up her legs keeping the nylon taught; smoothing out the wrinkles as she went. She stood up and pulled the waistband of the pantyhose up over her crotch and smoothed the nylon gusset around her midriff to just below her bellybutton. Michele adjusted her sex so that the bulge it created was minimal. She took the black satin suspender-belt and adjusted it around her waist so that the top of garment covered the waistband of the pantyhose. Michele sat back down on the bed and drew the diaphanous black nylon stockings up her legs one at a time; the stockings sighed their nylon on nylon whisper as they glided over her pantyhosed legs. She adjusted the Cuban heels and carefully adjusted the back-seams so they lay straight and centred along the back of her legs and then clipped the garters hanging from the suspender-belt to the reinforced stocking tops. As she smoothed the nylons along her legs she suppressed the shiver of excitement she always felt when she stroked her hosed legs. Michele stepped into the red panties; they were full-cut with a lace panel at the front, the gusset and seat were shiny red satin; there was no cotton panel in the gusset; none of Michele's panties or knickers had cotton gussets, she loved the feel of nylon and satin on her body not cotton. She hooked the brassiere together and eased it over her head, adjusting the straps on her shoulders and settling the cups in the right position; she walked over to a drawer and took out several pairs of old pantyhose which she stuffed into the cups of the bra to fill them. Next she stepped into the black leather mini and pulled the skirt up her legs and adjusted it around her waist; she left it unzipped until she had donned the white nylon blouse. Again she struggled with the buttons being on the opposite side to which she was used to; she tucked the blouse into her skirt and zipped it up. She arranged the ruffles on her d?colletage and lifted up her skirt to pull the bottom of the blouse so it hung straight and tight against her body; she noticed the light glimmer off the tiny diamantes that decorated her black reinforced stocking tops as she smoothed down the mini and straightened the hem at mid-thigh. Michele moved over to the dresser and inspected herself in the mirror; with her blond hair, leather mini and her red brassiere showing through the gauzy white blouse she looked like a middle-aged, well to do, hooker. She decided to contrast all the red she was wearing by clipping silver mounted emerald drops to her ears and placing a silver and emerald necklace around her neck and matching bracelets on both wrists. She put on four large silver rings, two on the fingers of each hand; the rings were set with emeralds and rubies. It was all costume jewellery of course. She sat back on the bed and slid her feet into the red leather high-heeled sandals; buckling the thin red straps just below her ankles. These were her highest heels and she always had problems walking in them; she wondered how she would fare trying to run away in them. Michele fastened a silver anklet below her left ankle; another fake emerald glittered as it hung from the thin silver chain fastened to the anklet. Finally she stood up and tottered over to the dresser and sprayed a liberal amount of 'Poison' cologne on her neck and d?colletage; she reached down under her skirt and sprayed her thighs as well; she giggled again and had to compose herself once more so that she would not break down. She had to convince this revolting man that she was his compliant plaything until she could make her move and escape. Michele took a deep breath and opened the bedroom door; she was ready! The Predator was impressed when the tart tottered into the hallway on her spiky red heels; she looked so sexy that he was tempted to turn her around and take her back into the bedroom and fuck her again, but he had made his plans and intended to stick to them. He beckoned her towards him and she slowly moved down the hallway towards the kitchen door. He pointed into the kitchen and as she squeezed past him he couldn't help himself and he reached out and squeezed her arse; the transvestite squealed and scampered into the kitchen. The Predator came in behind her and walked over to the table where he had poured a glass of red wine which he now held out to her. His demeanour was such that she didn't dare decline and she took the glass and drained it. It was a good sign for him that she would be complaint. Just to make sure, he picked up a large knife and held it under her face. He explained to her that in no circumstances was she to attempt escape; that they were going for a ride, and when they got to their destination she was to keep her mouth shut. "Go and get your makeup bitch; you'll need it," he ordered. Michele was hustled into the kitchen and as she passed the man he squeezed her behind making her squeal and she nearly tripped over in her high heels. She took the wine he offered to her and drank it down in one gulp, grateful for the alcohol which she hoped would dull her senses enough to deal with the forthcoming situation but not so much so she could keep her wits about her should a chance to escape present itself. Then she received the biggest shock since this pig had bent her over the kitchen table and taken her from behind; under the threat of a knife held under her chin, the madman explained that he was taking her out someplace. Taking her out!!!! My god; the thought of venturing outside dressed as a woman scared the hell out of her. What if he abandoned her miles from home? What if he took her to some place where she was recognised? Then she realised that the prospect of this animal murdering her or permanently wounding her was far more of a worry than being caught dressed as a woman; besides he couldn't take her anywhere too public or she would be tempted to attempt an escape or cry for help. She assented to his directions to keep quiet and compliant; she would bide her time! When he ordered her to get her makeup she went back to the bedroom and swept all of the makeup she had just used into a small makeup case which she tossed into her only handbag, a cheap red clutch. She dropped the small bottle of 'Poison" cologne in too, and left the bedroom to go to her fate. Michele thanked god for the darkness of night as she ventured outdoors dressed as a woman for the first time. When the man finally had her situated in the passenger seat of his car and they were finally driving down the quiet streets she actually felt slightly enthused; she was exhilarated at being outside in the world as a woman for the first time but safe inside the car where no one would identify her. Michele had come to realise after crossdressing for a little while that when she was dressed and made-up it was unlikely that anyone would recognise her anyway, unless they got real close or unless she spoke; then she realised what the Predator had said about her not speaking; where was he taking her? Then she felt a hand rest on her stockinged knee and slowly slide up her thigh and under her skirt; she shuddered with the double reaction of the uninvited caress and the realisation that she was being taken somewhere where there would be other people. The Predator found it hard to concentrate on driving, he was so excited; not only that his plan was about to come fruition, but he couldn't take his eyes off the sexy bitch siting beside him. She was deep in thought and didn't realise that her skirt had ridden up and her sexy nyloned legs and stocking tops were on display for all to see. The Predator reached out and gently placed his hand on her gossamer encased knee and slowly slid it up her thigh and under her skirt. He rubbed two fingers along the edge of her satin panties, caressing her pantyhosed thighs above the stocking tops, and he stroked across the lace panelled front of her panties; he felt her squirm, but as he continued stroking her panties he also felt her start to stiffen. He quickly pulled his had away; he didn't know how he felt about that yet. He was certainly aroused touching her legs and arse, and he had no qualms with her being a transvestite as long as he thought of her as a woman; he had ruminated about fucking her and being fellated by her earlier in the night and felt ok about it. He still wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that she had ejaculated whilst he done those things to her and that she was getting aroused at his touch. It was a quite a different thing to actually touch her thingy; even though her panties, 'Maybe just let that lie for a while and see what happened?' he thought. Besides here was their destination; he pulled into the car park of a seedy bar, turned off the engine and reached across and opened the door for the bitch and told her to get out. The Predator moved close in on her right side and pulled her hard against him and marched her to the door of the dark seedy bar. He produced the knife again and held it under her chin and reminded her of the consequences of trying to escape or opening her yap. She nodded assent and as he looked into her pretty eyes he just had to kiss her; she looked so fucking good! He pulled her hard against him, sliding one hand down to her arse, and kissed her long and deep, his tongue slowly flicking in and out of her mouth in time with the dry humping he was giving her, his cock rock hard in his pants rubbing against her. He eased her gently away from him and then pulled her to his side again; "Be good sweety and you might just get home safe," he whispered breathlessly in her ear, nuzzling her earlobe as her blonde bob tickled his lips. Then he marched her into the dark gloomy bar, past a line of scarcely populated tables to a booth in the back. He pushed her onto the cheap vinyl bench seat and forced her to slide along so that she was jammed against the man who occupied the corner of the bench and was leaning against the wall; he pushed her along the seat until she was sandwiched between them; "Hi Red," he murmured, "look what I bought us to play with." The Predator grinned at the transvestite and then pulled her face towards his and kissed her; then he turned her head towards the man now known as Red, and Red leaned forward and kissed her too. The Predator looked at Red and winked; simultaneously they both unzipped their flies. Michele came out of her reverie in the car and stated to squirm as she realised the Predator had taken one hand off the steering wheel and was stroking the outline of the leg opening on her panties, his fingers slithered inside the hem stroking the nylon gusset of her pantyhose. Then his hand skated across the lace panel in the front of her panties and she felt herself become aroused. As her member thickened in the confines of her pantyhose and panties it started to become uncomfortable; then the monster snatched his hand away. Just as she was yet again about to become dismayed at her reactions to the man's ministrations he pulled the car into a car park, stopped the car and leaned over her and opened the door. He told her to get out and as she alighted, she took in the fa?ade of the cheap sleazy bar where they had stopped. Two thoughts crossed her mind: no one here would know her, and the place looked like trouble. The doorway entry was dark; except for cheap neon beer signs in the windows and a dull yellow light in the car park there was little signs of life. There were about six or seven cars in the lot. A fading, dirty neon sign on the roof flashed 'Open All Nite'; what a hovel! Michele felt her captor move close in beside her and he frogmarched her to the door of the bar where she was taken by surprise when he produced a knife and grunted at her to remind her to keep quiet. Michele nodded and held his gaze briefly; then he really surprised her and pulled her hard against him. He encircled her in his strong arms and mashed his lips against hers, forcing his tongue into her mouth. One of his hands slid down the back of her blouse to her skirt and fondled her arse; the lining in the leather skirt rasped against her satin panties. She felt him press against her and could feel the heat and girth of his hard cock through his jeans as he rubbed against his pubis against hers through her skirt. Michele was just about to lift her arms and hold him in a reciprocal embrace when he gently extricated himself. She convinced herself that she was only going to embrace him back as on impulse; she had not enjoyed the experience! Had she???? Michele was pulled close against his side again and he nuzzled her ear and whispered; "Be good sweety and you might just get home safe," then she was marched into bar. The smell of stale beer, cigarette smoke, and sweat assaulted her nose. The place was as dark and squalid inside as it appeared from the outside and she felt the eyes of the few faceless, seedy, patrons linger over her body as she was led to a booth in the back of the bar. Back here it was even darker, the only light emitting from a feeble, fly-specked red bulb hanging over a door that had a wooden sign, 'His,' hanging from it at a drunken angle. She was pushed down onto the bench of the back corner booth facing the barroom, hemmed in by a wall behind her and another against the far end of the booth. Then she realised there was a man sitting in the dark corner of the booth. Her captor sat next to her and began to push her further into the corner, she felt the cheap vinyl bench stick to her thighs even through two layers of nylon stockings; what a fucking dump! Michele ended up sandwiched between the Predator and the stranger who occupied the corner of the booth. She heard her subjugator murmur something about 'red' which she didn't understand. She certainly understood the implication of the next sentence that he spoke, "Look what I bought us to play with!" Then she was forced to turn her face towards the Predator who kissed her and then he turned her towards the other man who also kissed her. The stranger had recently shaved and smelled of the shower he must have recently taken, and although she could taste scotch and cigarettes on his breath, she could also discern an aftertaste of mouthwash. He kissed her gently, running his tongue along the inside of her mouth. He was only the second man that had ever kissed her and he was far more gentle and considerate than the Predator. Then Michele paled; she heard the unmistakeable sound of a zipper being opened. She looked down and saw that both men had their flies open and had taken out their semi erect penises. The Predator saw the transvestite go pale even in the dim light of the bar. Oh fuck he was going to enjoy this; humiliating the bitch in public; and the night was only just beginning as far as he was concerned. He took the bitch's right hand and placed it in his lap, he watched as Red did the same with her left hand. He pulled her face roughly towards his and growled, "Stroke those cocks bitch or I'll break your fucking fingers one at a time!" The Predator felt her fingers loosely circle his cock and start to slowly stroke him. He reached down and squeezed her wrist, at the same time he bought his face close to hers and whispered, "Harder." He looked at her made up face in the gloom; her eyes dark with mascara and eyeliner; the highlights of her eyeshadow fringed by the blonde bob; her peachy cheeks and plumb red lips, he groaned and pressed his lips to hers. He lifted his hand to the back of her head and stroked her hair as he mouth fucked her; driving his tongue in and out of her sweet moist mouth as he mashed their lips together. The Predator felt the woman grasp his penis tighter and begin a rhythm of slow, hard strokes. He could feel her body moving against his as she set the same rhythm with her other hand as she masturbated Red to the same cadence. He loved the scent of her perfume, the feel of her hair as he stroked it, and the sensuous taste of her lipstick as they kissed. His cock became rock hard under her grip and he could feel pre-seminal fluid leaking from the eye of his glans providing lubrication as she stroked him harder. She did not pick up the pace at all; she just squeezed his shaft harder on each upstroke. He knew he wouldn't last long and he didn't want to; this was just an hors d'oeuvre for what was to come. He kissed her harder and deeper and felt his orgasm approaching. He wanted her to see what he was forcing her to do; to see what effect she was having on the sordid patrons of this seedy bar, so he pulled his face away from hers. "Look," he said, and the silly bitch misunderstood and lowered her eyes to look at the two cocks she was wanking. "No! out there stupid!" he hissed and she looked up to see that just about every head in the bar was turned their way, watching the woman on the corner booth wanking off two men simultaneously. The Predator looked at her stunned pretty face and felt her clench his turgid penis tighter still in a shock reaction; he groaned and relaxed as his issue jetted forth from the eye of his cock; he looked down to see his sperm shoot out in long thick ropes and splash over her sleek nyloned thighs, and as the spasms of his orgasm subsided, globs of sperm ran down his shaft and over her clenched fingers coating her painted red fingernails with hot viscous fluid. He heard Red groan too as his orgasm shook him. The fun had just begun. To be continued...... Michele is being taken out for a night on the town against her will by the Predator; a serial sex offender who has big plans for our transvestite heroine.

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The predator peered through the bedroom window and smiled; he couldn't believe his luck. This woman was just to his taste; he felt himself begin to stiffen as his eyes devoured her; he couldn't wait until he had his hands on her. In his mind he played out the scenario that he envisaged would soon take place. His thickening member began to engorge and throb.The predator had been terrorising the city for months; always preying on attractive, middle-aged women who lived alone. He would break into...

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Michele and the PredatorChapter 3

The Predator was stunned; it dawned upon him what had happened; he had fucked and been fellated by a transvestite. A man dressed as a woman! He looked at the pathetic sight lying before him on the bed and laughed. He thought to himself that she was just as good as any 'real' woman he had fucked; and she sure wasn't going to be telling anybody about this evening, that's for sure; you could see the look of terror and disgust in her eyes. He might as well enjoy the rest of the evening. He...

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Michele and the PredatorChapter 4

Michele ended up sandwiched between the Predator and the stranger who occupied the corner of the booth. She heard her subjugator murmur something about 'red' which she didn't understand. She certainly understood the implication of the next sentence that he spoke, "Look what I bought us to play with!" Then she was forced to turn her face towards the Predator who kissed her and then he turned her towards the other man who also kissed her. The stranger had recently shaved and smelled of...

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Michele and the PredatorChapter 5

The Predator walked over to one of the stalls and grabbed a handful of toilet paper from the dispenser and then strolled over to the ottoman. He looked at the transvestite whore lying there, her lovely blonde bob and white nylon blouse were covered in the biker's semen, her stockinged thighs spread wide crudely displaying her red nylon panties soaked in her own emission and that of the biker who had fucked her. With her leather mini bunched around her waist and her red high heels wide apart...

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Michele and the PredatorChapter 2

The Predator was satisfied with his first taste of the woman who he had bent over the kitchen table and held captive; but he was far from finished with her. The snooty bitch had been taught her first lesson for the evening; his warm issue dribbling down her stockinged legs was evidence of that. "I bet she's never been taken in the rear before," he thought to himself. He was still befuddled why she was wearing pantyhose under stockings though? Maybe she had really bad varicose veins or...

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Michele part 2

As soon as her husband was gone thru the gate leading to the plane, she was looking for a phone. She spotted one, about 25 feet from her. Those 25 feet became the longest she has ever gone thru. Her feelings were so mixed, spinning in her head, that she did not realized that she had made the call. The voice of the hotel clerk answering brought her to reality. In a fast voice she asked for the room. And then it was the wait for his voice. Her breathing was fast, almost as when she was a...

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Nandita To Nandini

Hi, To all Iss reader this is my first story hope U all would like it a complete fiction.my self raj i live in Mumbai this story is about my aunty nandita,let me describe her she is in her 30s,lives with her husband and daughter.She is born beauty with an awesome fig of 36.28.40 ..her assets are her huge melons of 36 d and her ass that will give a hard on to any guy who looks at it So now my story starts this was like 5 years ago when I was appearing for my 12 th HSC examination at that time my...

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Michele part 1

Michele is a tall and beautiful woman of 35 years. She has long reddish brown hair, green eyes. Her body does not give any sign of her two pregnancies because she keeps herself in shape by doing her exercises each day. She is quite tall, almost 5 feet 9 inches, and her figure is 38-26-34. Her belly is firm, her tights are thin and long and her buns are round and very firm. Whenever they go out, her husband, Steven, is quite aware of the looks she gets from men and women alike. And, she is...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 22B

CHAPTER 22B: OUR SECOND/FIRST HONEYMOON, PART 2The next morning they awoke early in the morning and were on the beachside porch, naked and their feet up on the railing looking out over the morning ocean when Nancy arrived with coffee and fresh cut fruit. She announced herself and Tim called for her to bring it out to the porch. She set the tray on a table and poured coffee for each, “How are you guys doing this morning? You all look more refreshed than yesterday morning.”Barb chuckled, “Well,...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 22A

CHAPTER 22A: OUR SECOND/FIRST HONEYMOONShe was a little taken aback despite the warning and description they had given her. She felt a hand on her elbow guiding her and she looked to see Tim moving her to follow their luggage to the registration counter. Behind it was a beautiful young woman who was topless, thong panties, sheer wrap around her shapely hips, and high heels. She wore her name tag on a slim chain around her neck which hung between her ample breasts. She greeted them by name,...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 12B

CHAPTER 12B: RE-NEWED BEGINNINGS - EVENING WITH CARLOS When Tim and I arrive at the club, I am stunned. I never knew about this place. It is very nice. Tim drives up and stops outside the main entry. A young man comes up to open my door and then park the car. My heart skips a moment because I know what he will see when I move to step out of the car. He opens the door and offers a hand. I take it and he is focused on me. I swing both legs out together but as I shift forward to get out, my dress...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 52E

CHAPTER 52E: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: ENJOYING PARADISE, CONTINUEDIt surprised everyone, but mostly the three residents of the estate, how quickly the general routine was modified and accepted as a result of the change in attitude and behavior of Marie. Our nudity around the house and property and ‘formal’ nudity at night for dinner still caused frequent hard-ons for Carlos and Anthony but they were far from complaining. Especially, since this wasn’t teasing or a ‘hands-off’ lifestyle change of...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 17C

CHAPTER 17C: MOM AND THE WEEKEND, CONTINUEDSunday morning, unlike the previous morning, Mom is up before us. When I open my eyes to the new day, Mom isn’t in bed with us. I try to remember exactly how we were arranged when we went to bed and I feel like she had to have been between Tim and me. But that had to have been only because that has typically been the arrangement when Mom sleeps with us. But she couldn’t have been. How could she have gotten out of bed without waking both of us if that...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 15A

CHAPTER 15A: EUROPE—THE FLIGHTTim called one night all excited. He said he had conversations with Mr. R who presented a proposal that sounded like a wonderful opportunity that we needed to seriously discuss and decide if it fit within our established limits and boundaries. That’s one of the reason I love this man so much, even after all the changes our life has gone through and the familiarity of sex within our lifestyle, he was still paying close attention to the limits and boundaries. Knowing...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 49

CHAPTER 49: A CELEBRATION AND …The following couple of days we were a little protective of Helen. As could be expected, she was a little sore for the two day and one night of constant availability to a dog just learning what it was like to have a human female for mating. Both Mom and I insisted on her taking several baths of mineral solutions to stimulate soothing and the hot tub in the evenings when it was cool. She accompanied us on the morning runs and for the first times the three of us we...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 25

CHAPTER 25: HI, I’M HELEN, YOUR SISTER!I almost leapt out through the door, but Mom jump across the opening and pulled me further into the house. “No, you can’t go out there like this. Not in front of the Sheriff and this girl. You have to stay quiet and see where this goes.”“But, what is she up to? I don’t have a sister. I’m an only c***d. You said that dad was your first. You got married young and I came along.”“All that is true, dear. So we need to hear what she means but not like this....

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 9B

CHAPTER 9B: THE PLANE Tim had his bag packed the night before. I had a cosmetics case. That’s it. No clothes. Nothing. Yes, this was feeling a little intimidating. Since our limits discussion I had become quite comfortable around the house naked. A few almost embarrassing moments at the door, but it worked out. Even Cody was getting more used to seeing me naked all the time and didn’t seem to need to mount me constantly. After all, how much fucking can this girl take? Yeah, okay, I admit it, a...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 55B

CHAPTER 55B: MICHELE’S HEDONIST CRUISE – THE SHIPOnce the customs agent cleared us, I gave the two couples a hug as we gathered our luggage. One of the women said softly, “Thank you for a wonderful start to this adventure, Michele. We will be looking forward to enjoying your talents more during the cruise.”“Thank you, Ma’am. I am sure Anthony has similar plans for my availability for the four of you. And speaking candidly, Ma’am, I have always enjoyed our time together.” We are both sharing...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 55A

CHAPTER 55A: MICHELE’S HEDONIST CRUISE We received a call from the estate, and to our delight, all three of them are on the phone on speaker. I asked them to talk to Tim while I run to get Mom and Helen so we could also use the speaker for a group conversation. We gather in Tim’s home office, I am naked except for the negligee, stockings, and heels, our usual attire for evenings at home. As Mom and then Helen come into the office and find a place to sit, I become curious. We, of course, are all...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 33

CHAPTER 33: WEEKEND ENTERTAINMENT – THE WEEKEND CONCLUSIONThe guys were raring to go for some fishing. They KNEW they had a great spot identified so we were racing for the spot after I kept them waiting. Well, racing was relative. For this barge we were racing along but we certainly weren’t going to be passing anyone else unless it was another houseboat.I made my way up to the top deck with a small cooler of bottled water, a large towel and sunscreen. Even though I spend a lot of time outside...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 23B

CHAPTER 23B: THE HONEYMOON BECOMES MORE…..MUCH MOREWith that Mom picked up her dress and we both picked up our heels and followed Marie to the house. She took us up to a spare suite, not ours. She saw my concern, “Everything you will need is in here or will be brought in.” Entering the suite, it looks like the others only the others didn’t have two stylists and chairs waiting inside. Mom just froze but Marie gently guided us into the bathroom. “Shower and everything else that you need to in...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 23A

CHAPTER 23A: THE HONEYMOON BECOMES MOREFor once I am the first one to rise. And it is our last morning. Am I anxious? Excited? Certainly not to leave. I find myself with one arm over Tim and Mom’s arm over mine. I slowly pull my arm out from under Mom’s and slip out of bed. I do the bathroom thing and quietly move out to the beachside porch. I love this place and the memories I have had here each time we have come. So what was that? Maybe nothing, just thoroughly satisfied and content. Happy...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 21A

CHAPTER 21A: MOVING INOver the next week that the construction takes to be completed, Mom and I are very busy chasing after all the details of the move. The timing is working out very well. The buyers of our home will be ready shortly after we are moved which allows us time to be deliberate and organized. Dad, that man, didn’t want a lot of the furniture from the house. So Mom also took the family room furniture. We planned on that going into the demonstration/training room of the kennel. Also,...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 19B

CHAPTER 19B: STARTING A NEW LIFE AGAIN, PART 2At the end of the meal Tim whispers in my ear and I nod. “Of course, Sir.” I excuse myself and suggest that Mom join me at the ladies room. While washing our hands, I look into the mirror at Mom. She smiles back to me. I say, “Have you enjoyed the evening?”“You are so fortunate to have a friend like him, Michele. He is so charming. And handsome.”“We have him as a friend, Mom. Now that you are a part of us he will consider you part of the...

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Esther III

Esther III ? by: TamarainRubber Even though we knew we were going to be late for Lisa's party, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. For the next hour or so we grabbed each other like wild cats in heat. Her breasts heaving and her lungs gasping for oxygen, Esther still found the energy to warn me not to cum. At some point she did pull my cock out from behind my rubber bloomers and shoved every inch into her mouth. The clothes she had dressed me in only made me harder and,...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 52F

CHAPTER 52F: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: ENJOYING PARADISE: FINAL The days at the estate took on a new rhythm that would remain after we left. The men were greeted by naked women and wake-up coffee; and breakfasts were still a struggle as Carlos and Anthony were torn between the caffeine and nourishment and the naked breasts or more in front of them. Then when we disappeared for our run, either around the property naked or dressed on the streets, we could eventually be found in the back property...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 15F

CHAPTER 15F: EUROPE: GERMANY AND GOODBYE EUROPEThe train travel to Antwerp and then on to Berlin went uneventfully. The distances weren’t great between each but it afforded Tim and I some alone time, even if not private. I swore to myself that I was going to maul him when we got home after a little recovery time which would only require the day after we got home. I was hungry for him alone. Physically and emotionally hungry for my man. His tenderness and overwhelming love to be privately and...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 15E

CHAPTER 15E: EUROPE: BELGIUM FRIENDS (CONTINUED)Tim and I later recounted each other’s experiences that night. This was his:After closing the door to the room he walked up to a waiting Anja. Expecting some command or direction from him she was surprised when he sat her on the bed, stepped back and stripped out of his clothes. Once naked he walked up to within a step of her sitting on the edge of the bed. Her eyes were on his cock which was slowly getting harder with his anticipation. Of all the...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 9G

CHAPTER 9G: SUNDAY, RETURN HOMEDespite my fatigue following the activities of the night before, I woke up at first light. I wasn’t even sure why. The weekend’s excitement and challenge and knowing that it wasn’t yet over was on my mind as soon as I rolled over and seeing the first light of day outside of the open windows of the balcony. I lay on my back and felt Tim lying next me and also felt the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he peacefully slept. I thought over the weekend so far and...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 9D

CHAPTER 9D: FRIDAY NIGHT AT THE ESTATEWhen I open my eyes, Tim is kneeling next to the tub with a pleased and happy smile. “Anthony came and told me you had dozed in the tub. I wanted to be sure you would be okay.”’“You knelt there watching over me, Sir?”“Not much of a sacrifice to watch a beautiful, naked woman … and the woman I love. You’ve had quite a day already and it’s not over. How are you feeling?”I smile at the concern and the words. “Good. Thank you, but I really do feel good. Dinner...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 9C

CHAPTER 9C: FRIDAY AFTERNOON AT THE ESTATEReturning to the three men, Mr. Rodriguez gave my bare ass a rub and pat. He then looked to Tim and said, “Thank you for coming, Tim and Michele. I think you will experience a wonderful weekend. That is certainly my hope. The grounds and house are yours to enjoy. If you wish to leave the estate, Anthony will take you anywhere you want and make recommendations. Do I need to remind you of the rules when you are on the grounds, Michele?”I responded...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7: SHARON & JOHNSince our discussion and establishment/agreement on my submissiveness that Sunday morning, I had all the rest of the day to begin the commitment to being naked when in the house. And Cody was definitely a dog that was aware of his surroundings. No longer was my reaction to him like it was just earlier in the morning when I reacted with sympathy for being otherwise busy. No, now I was his and he quickly picked on the fact that if he made himself known, I yielded to...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 52C

CHAPTER 52C: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: ARRIVALAnthony meets the plane as it comes to a stop at the Rodriguez hanger. He has the customs official, the estate car and a rental van. We congregate around the luggage and kennels as they are removed from the cargo area of the jet. We have the dogs on leash and it is again clear that the noise and movement of vehicles is making them nervous. But the customs process in scary easy and quick on this little island, especially with two known representatives...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 62A

CHAPTER 62A: THE BACHELOR PARTYTo say that once they made the decision to get married, Mom and Carlos wanted to move fast would be an understatement. Frankly, it was intriguing to me that they didn’t just elope and get it done with quickly. It was obvious that it hurt Carlos to leave the next day for his business trip to the East Coast. His goodbye to Mom was long and passionate. It was equally obvious to all of us that the only thing either one of them wanted right now was to be together. Not...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 52B

CHAPTER 52B: HOLIDAYS ON THE ISLAND: TRAVELIt was a very exciting morning as we pulled the last details together before heading for the airport. It always was when we were going to the island in general, but especially to the estate. Adding to it was that this was Helen’s first visit to either the estate or the island. As much as I have always been thrilled by my times on the island and at the estate, I was even more excited to be able to share the pleasures that awaited us with my now legally,...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3: MOM SUBMITS The Sunday following our exchange with my parents and Tim put my mom through her paces testing her capacity for sex we got a call from my parents asking if we would be home. I took the phone from Tim, “Yes. We don’t have any plans. What’s up?”It was my dad, “Honey, we’ve been talking all week since last weekend and we think it’s time to consult with you two.”“What’s this about, dad? Is everything okay?”“No problems, dear, don’t worry. But we think it better to discuss...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 42

CHAPTER 42: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND - DAY 2, PART 2 Now we had to decide how we wanted to play the final round. We agreed that we had already exceeded our wildest expectations. So we would just continue to be ourselves, but this time we would put the focus on Helen. And it occurred to me just how to do that. She was a little taken aback by the idea, but Mom loved it. We all agreed to continue that way. We made sure that Helen understood that we weren’t trying to win this thing by being...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 15D

CHAPTER 15D: EUROPE; BELGIUM FRIENDSAgain, I wake to the embrace of Marie. I roll inside her arm and give her cheek a kiss, then her lips. The room alarm clock says it is 7:07 AM. I am surprised I am awake after such a night. But I am. And now I am surprised Marie is so soundly asleep. When I manage to wake her with my pestering kisses, she is mildly upset with me for sneaking into bed without waking her as I had promised.“I am sorry, Marie. I know I promised we could have our time when I got...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 15B

CHAPTER 15B: EUROPE: INTERNATIONAL DOG SHOW As it turned out we all slept long and hard. Well, I think mine was the hardest. Which probably also explained why I was the first to wake up. I check the clock and see we were still a couple hours out of Rotterdam, Netherlands. It was then that I noticed that I wasn’t sitting upright and my cunt wasn’t full of dildo. Sometime after falling asleep someone had taken mercy on me and turned off the machine. I got up off the seat and saw where there had...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5: DAD'S CARD PARTY - OR NOT, AND WHEN A SUBMISSIVE ISN'TThe next day was to be the night of dad’s card party. And, even though he said the food and beverage was arranged and Tim just needed to have the ‘entertainment’ available, dad wasn’t quite as good about following through as we had hoped. And Mom seemed different when I called mid-morning that Saturday. I told her I would come over to help get food prepared for the card game and talk.Tim went with me into mom and dads. We found...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 62B

CHAPTER 62B: THE BACHELOR PARTY, PART 2When I awoke the next morning, the sun was just rising and the sounds of the morning were clear and promising. Carlos was still in heavy sleep. I considered kissing him and waking him, but knew that this was going to be a day of excitement and pleasure. There was no need to rush into it. It would all come soon enough.The house was quiet as I exited the guest bedroom and quietly closed the door behind me. I stopped in the guest bathroom, then to the...

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A Mothers Helping Hands Part III

A Mother's Helping Hands - Part IIIa reality-based fiction by DizzyDFORWARDI can't thank all my fans and friends enough for the wonderful support, and countless inquiries about Part III... and most of all your understanding and compassion as I dealt with my loss in 2014. Now onto the story. If you haven't read Parts I or II recently, or not at all, I might recommend you do so for continuity's sake. You can link them...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 51B

CHAPTER 51B: MARIE COMES FOR A VISIT, PART 2The next morning found me waking before her and I was successful in extricating myself without waking her. She did find us shortly afterwards, though, all gathered in the kitchen. She came out wearing a robe I dug out of the closet for her if she wanted it. The rest of us were naked, including Tim. Tim seemed to have made the decision since Key West that our acceptance of nudity and being challenged in exhibitionistic situations deserved an adjustment...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 45

CHAPTER 45: MISS STELLA PARSONThe next day I sat Helen down and made sure what I expected to happen with Kaycee’s training. I also gave Tim a bit of talking to in the bedroom as he was getting ready for work. I didn’t intend to start his day off badly but I believed we were very lucky last night when Kaycee was introduced to our sex play so soon. We have a process and plan that we have had extremely good success with in training dogs from Jackson to client dogs and boarding dogs for Bob. In the...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 43

CHAPTER 43: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND, DAY 3Saturday morning when I woke up I discovered that I really was able to sleep in. Mom was no longer in my arms as when I was falling asleep. True to Mom’s form she was d****d over my body. Not that I was complaining, I love the feeling of someone’s naked skin against mine. But when I peeked over Mom to the other bed, it contained Tim but no Helen. I carefully wiggled out from under Mom and found the coffee was made and the pot was full. I establish that...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 41

CHAPTER 41: THE FANTASY FEST WEEKEND, DAY 2The next morning I woke to a quiet room and the sounds of birds outside our open balcony door. Far off in the distance was the sound of a lonely sounding motorcycle. I raised my head to check on the other bed and confirmed that Tim and Mom were still asleep. Tim was on his back and softly snoring. Mom was on her side curled into him, her left leg d****d over his, her arm across his chest, and her head resting on his shoulder. Mom was a cuddler and this...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 17B

CHAPTER 17B: MOM AND THE WEEKEND, CONTINUED…..When Tim woke up the next morning, the evening before flashed back to him with the sight next to him in his bed. He smiled to himself with the thought, ‘How many guys get the chance to wake up in bed with his beautiful wife and her beautiful Mother.’ And be happy, truly happy, about it. He heard the jokes about mothers-in-law but he hadn’t any of those experiences. He could honestly say that he loved Michele’s Mom. He got along with her and...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 14

CHAPTER 14: EVENING WITH SHARON AND JOHN We received a call from Joe to let us know about the sexual attack on Nikki and how she was being affected by it. We were of course greatly concerned for her, too. Nikki and Joe were somewhat responsible for opening my eyes to the possibilities and wonders of sexual exploration. We have maintained contact over years as friends but our sex lives have gone in different directions. She is quite settled with Joe, the dogs, and the life they have created in...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 9E

CHAPTER 9E: SATURDAY MORNING AT THE ESTATESometime during the night I was having the most wonderfully erotic dream of my cunt being eaten. Very lovingly, but intently. I moved my hand down, half sleeping, to my crotch to add to the dream with some physical stimulation when my hand encountered hair. It wasn’t a dream. This was real … and it was still dark … I was with Marie and stayed with her … “Marie?”“Shh, you just lay back and let me try to repay you for last night,” she replied.Fair is...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 6

CHAPTER 6: THE NEXT DAYWell that was certainly an interesting couple of days! Have an orgasm in front of a shoe salesman Friday night. Deal with mom’s submissive disappearing act on Saturday and then take care of four guys (and Cody) on Saturday night. The evening ended on a high note with the exhibitionism at the gas station quick mart store.The next morning I was really no worse for wear. Although I had been fucked a lot, the guys were really very considerate about it. I got rest, they used...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 521A

CHAPTER 52A: PRE-HOLIDAYS WITH FRIENDSBy the time Helen and Marie returned home, Tim, Mom and I had decided to go to bed. I was still awake, waiting. Knowing Mom, she was, too; but it wasn’t really obvious. I was cuddled into her back and she to Tim’s side and I did feel a deep exhale from her when I heard the door to the garage open and close and their voices and giggles coming down the hall. I heard the door to our room being opened further and then slightly closed, as they seemed to check on...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 34

CHAPTER 34: HOME, AGAINThe next morning was emotionally reinforcing. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to be fucked more; I would have enjoyed it with these guys. But as it turn out I wasn’t.I crawled out of bed very shortly after Tim did, feeling him kiss my shoulder and roll to the edge and off. I also heard one of the guys in the other room open and close that door. I stretched my body, my hands hitting the wall as I tried to straighten and stretch my arms above my head. I smiled as I ran my...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 29

CHAPTER 29: WEEKEND ENTERTAINMENTThe following week started out like most and moved into a new experience for us as a full kennel service for our unique clientele. We had our first customer leave with her new partner and receiving modified training and information exchange. We were down to one boarding dog. And, I am sure we will get more comfortable with the whole training, guiding of the customer with her new dog. In theory we expected it to be like most other discussions about our sex, but...

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MICHELES NEW LIFE CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1: MOM AND DAD The days following their return from their honeymoon was a blur of trying to adjust to a ‘normal’ life work, family, and how their new life fits into that. I spent much of the next few evenings letting Cody re-establish his familiarity and comfort with me as again being part of the family and my lover. I wanted him to regain his familiar expectation of mating when I was available, which was defined in our relationship as when I was naked. Once arriving home from work I...

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Micheles Mistake 3

Chapter OneOn my way to work tonight, an older man hit on me. He struck up a conversation, which led to him commenting on my attire. I was blushing. He kept staring at my breasts that were bouncing to the bumps in the road. My hardened nipples were abrading against the softness of my silk blouse. I found it hard to remain focused on the conversation. He was pleasant enough, but when we got off at the same stop, I became worried.Come to find out, he works security in our building. I’d never seen...

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