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The Pick Up - Part 2 by [email protected] This story is erotic fiction containing descriptions of sexual relations between men and transgenders, cross-dressing, food fetish, bondage, discipline, and humor. If any of this might offend you, or is illegal where you live, or you're too young to read such things, stop now. Otherwise, enjoy. Following my eventful Saturday night and Sunday morning with Sue and Jessica, I had purchased a complete outfit of women's clothing in my size, as well as cosmetics, and a pair of dildos. Nightly, I tried on the clothes and got used to walking in heels and having make up on. I practiced my oral technique extensively on one of the dildos, and re- lived my experience with Sue using the other. Come Wednesday night, I put on my outfit and made my way to the bar which advertised Transgender friendly Wednesdays. As could be expected, I got there late, having spent a significant amount of time on make up. By the time I arrived, the parking lot was full. I had to walk 2 long blocks in heels to the bar. By the time I got there, my feet were sore. I put my best smile on, and entered the bar. It was full, again mostly women with a few guys scattered about. I saw Sue and Jessica and made a bee-line over to their table. As I approached, they began to snicker. Then they started to laugh. People were looking. I blushed. Others began to point and laugh. Was I that horrific? I turned, hid my face, and burst into tears as I sprinted on my toes to the front door. I hit the door hard and kept going blindly out onto the street. As I stood there on the sidewalk, disoriented, dazed, and crying, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see the goth bartender from the bar on Saturday. "Don't be so upset. Sue and Jessica are pigs," she said. "I thought I was looking pretty good," I said. "No, you're fine. I wanted to warn you on Saturday when I saw you sitting with them, but couldn't because the owner would fire me. They prey on newbies," she said "I don't understand?" I mumbled. "They find guys, take them home, and fuck with their heads. They're not normal. They probably told you that most Transgenders only want to have sex with other Transgenders, and as a guy you have almost zero chance of hooking up with someone, right?" she asked. "Yes, basically. I figured we'd be friends after I had sex with them," I explained. "They did it to humiliate you. They've done it to probably 20 guys in the last year. Sue is a top, which is not normal outside of porn movies for a male to female transgender. Jessica is a bottom, which is more normal, but she's hooked into Sue's games. Tell me, did you like being fucked by Sue?" she asked. "How do you know all this?" I asked, my tears now gone. "They did it to me last year," she said softly. "I liked the oral sex," I said, just as softly. "Do you like wearing women's clothes?" she asked. "No, it doesn't really do anything for me," I replied. "Did you like the anal sex? I assume Sue fucked you hard enough that you couldn't stand up later?" she quizzed. "It was exciting at the time, but I don't know that I'd like to be a bottom exclusively," I replied honestly. "Occasionally, then?" she asked. "Occasionally. I did enjoy giving oral sex, and the taste of their cum," I said and smiled. "My name is Rachael. I'm a non-op trangender. I've dressed as a woman for almost 2 years. In the bedroom, I'm a switch, which is also rare in a transgender. Mostly, I'm a bottom, but occasionally I like to be a top. I take hormones and have falsies in, because my boobs aren't growing as fast or as large as I'd like. I only sleep with men, not trannys or women. I'm looking for a real guy, not a one night stand. And you?" "Wow. That's a whole life history! My name is John. I don't know what I am. But, I like transgenders. I've mostly seen movies, which I know aren't realistic, but they make me hot. I've had a lot of girlfriends, but none that I wanted to settle down with." "Nice to meet you, John. I need to go back into the bar, because I'm supposed to be working. Why don't you go home, take off and burn the ridiculous clothing you have on, and come back when I get off at midnight. We can have a cup of coffee then and chat some more. You seem like a nice guy." She smiled. "It's a date," I said. "No, it's coffee. Depending upon how the coffee goes, there might be a date later," she corrected, then smiled. "Ok, it's a coffee," I said giggling. "One other thing...how do you girls walk on these things?" I asked, pointing to my shoes. "I don't," she said, pointing to her flat soled boots, "too tall," and laughed a soft laugh. She went back into the bar, and I walked shakily back to my car and drove home. By the time I got home, I was feeling better about the whole thing. I tossed off the women's clothes and threw them into the trash. The cosmetics and the shoes followed. I took a long, hot shower, re-dressed in regular clothes, and sat down to wait for the time I needed to go back to the bar. When I woke up, I found I was past the time to leave. I had to scurry to get back to the bar, and didn't get there until 10 minutes past midnight. Rachael was waiting on the sidewalk as I drove up. "Being late for our first date isn't a good sign" she said as she pointed me into the parking lot to park. "I'm sorry I'm late Rachael. Is this our first date, or our first coffee?" I said, making light of it. "Follow me to the diner," she said, as she hopped into a Miata and flipped down the roof. She was a bit of a speed demon, and almost lost me twice, but I successfully followed her to the diner. There, we had a nice conversation, several cups of coffee each, and arranged a date for the following night. The following night, I met Rachael for a nice dinner at a restaurant she recommended. I was the only one in the place that was wearing a color other than black. She was wearing a skimpy black dress with cut outs all over it, giving a glimpse of skin. Her earrings were shaped like crosses. She had a navel piercing that matched the earrings, and her hair was spiked upwards. She got all kind of looks from the goth crowd. It was pretty obvious they approved of her look, which frankly, was very hot. After dinner, I got an invitation to come back to her place. Her apartment was pretty normal, until you got to her bedroom. One wall was covered with leather do-dads. Chains, whips, hoods, handcuffs, pants, shirts, straps. You name it, it was on that wall. And all, her favorite color, black. On the floor was a short table. Handcuffs were attached to each of the four legs. Her bed was a heavy 4 poster, with straps and cuffs hanging off the posts. One look at the place made me scared. I turned to look at her. She was smiling. "Ready for some fun?" she said and smiled more... "I don't know. I'm not sure," I said. "It's all for show. About the only things I use are the fucking table and the bed. Oh, and occasionally some of the clothing. Let me show you something," she said, as she walked past me to another door. I was sure it must have been a portal to Hell, but it turned out to be a bathroom. She went inside and quickly came back with a photo album. She sat down on the bed. "Sit here next to me, so you can see this. I promise, I won't bite, at least, until I get to know you better." I sat down next to her. The bed cover was kind of like a fur. "Is this fur?" I asked "Fake fur. Underneath is satin. I like comfort," she said as she opened the photo album. "Here I am at 16..." The picture showed her with shorter hair and no boobs. In fact, she was kind of androgyonous. "And here I am with my prom date two years later." The picture showed her wearing a tux, and so was her clearly female date. "Was your date..." I started. "No, she was female, but liked to wear men's clothing. She was kind of butch that way... Here I am last year at Halloween." The picture showed her dressed as a dominatrix. "Very hot," I commented. "Thanks. This one is from this Halloween." I laughed "little-bo-peep meets count dracula..." "YOU GOT IT! You're the only one! I spent the whole night explaining the teeth and blood. Most people got little-bo-peep, but thought I had slaughtered my sheep." I laughed. She turned a dozen pages. "And this is my penis," she said. It was a picture of her wearing crotchless leather shorts and a skin- tight leather shirt. "Nice. I'd like to see it a little closer, though, in real life, before I make a final determination of quality," I said, smiling. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine," she said. "I don't have pictures of it. I'll have to show you by taking off my pants," I said, standing up. "Wait, let me," she said, unhooking my belt, unsnapping my jeans, and unzipping my fly. My pants were at my knees faster than I could have ever gotten them off myself. "Oh, tighty whiteys. Those have got to go! No tighty whiteys in my bedroom!" She leapt off the bed and ran down the hall. I stood there with my jeans down by my ankles and wondered what was going to happen next. She re-appeared a few seconds later "You're still dressed?!?" she screeched. She was holding a pair of scissors. "Off with the whiteys!" she said gleefully as she grabbed them at the waist and sliced them cleanly with the scissors at my right hip. "Now, no more tighty whiteys! I'll buy you some better underwear tomorrow," she said. I was beginning to wonder if I had made a mistake when she sliced off the other other end of the waist band at the left hip, grabbed the middle and ripped them off between my legs. My cock, quite hard, sprung out facing her. "Nice," she said. "But it needs something. Did you bring a condom?" "Of course, it's in my pants," I said, stepping back to remove my pants from their balled up position around my ankles. I leaned down to get my pants, and she slapped my butt with the remains of my underwear. "Silly boy. Get back here," she said, grabbing my cock and spinning me around. Instantly, she had my cock in her mouth, banging it against the back of her throat and making rude slurping noises as she went. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmm...." Her technique was quite good. She clearly loved sucking cock, and my cock was loving her doing it. As she continued, I leaned my head back and began to moan myself. Her hands were around the base of my cock. I could begin to feel the cum boiling up. "I'm going to come," I said. She gave my balls a squeeze that I'll never forget. I immediately doubled over in pain, jerking my cock out of her mouth.I grabbed at my crotch, but her hands would not let go. "Stand up straight and I'll let go," she said. I straightened up. She stood up and she let go of my balls. A leather strap was attached to the root of my cock. A cord came off that strap and was wrapped around her hand. She gave it a little tug. It tightened around my cock and did not release. "It's like a zip tie. The more I pull, the tighter it goes. You'll need to come to get it off, unless I pull it really tight, and then you'll need surgical scissors." she explained. "Now, let's see. Where were we? Oh, yes, you were about to see mine. But, I can't take off the dress with only one hand. How about you do it for me." I unhooked the two straps that held the dress on, and gently, without pulling too far away from her, removed her dress. Underneath she had on a wrap-around strapless bra and a pair of panties. A visible bulge was in her panties. "Take off the bra first," she commanded. I came close to her, wrapping my arms around her to get to the bra clasp in back. "Silly boy. The clasp is in front," she said as she put her free arm around me, and held me tight against her. I could feel her hard cock against my leg. She kissed me on the cheek, then on the lips. I kissed her back. She stuck her tongue in my mouth. I sucked on it. I stuck my tongue in her mouth. She sucked on it. She leaned over, making us fall onto the bed. I ended up on top. She undid her bra, revealing a rather decent almost-B cup underneath the padding. I noticed her skin was quite soft as I pulled down her panties. Her cock was a good size. Not too big, not too small. Perfectly shaped, too, with a large head. She was shaved perfectly smooth, too. I took it into my hand. As I sat there over top of her holding her cock, she yelled "69!" I turned around, and layed down next to her, presenting her mouth my cock. She was greedy, and immediately had it back in her mouth. She was clearly enjoying sucking my cock as I finally got her turned so that I could return the favor. Her cock was oozing pre-cum when I finally got close enough to use my tongue. I licked it off and began my practiced technique of licking, kissing, and sucking. It wasn't long before she was thrusting her hips at me. She rolled over a bit, bringing herself mostly on top of me, forcing her cock deep into the back of my mouth. At the other end, she was doing the same with my cock. I held her hips to prevent her from choking me. I suddenly began to feel her shake. She began to moan loudly. I knew what was about to happen. She thrust hard, hitting my throat, cum flooding my mouth. She frantically sucked on my cock. My cock swelled, and that infernal strap seemed tighter. I was close myself, and her orgasm threw me over. I came as she stopped thrusting in my mouth. I swallowed her come as she began to taste mine. When we had both finished, we were exhausted. She turned around on the bed, and gave me a kiss. Cum had dripped out onto her chin, and her black lipstick was smeared, which made her look even hotter. My cock ached. I looked down. She had tightened the strap more. "The strap is really tight," I said. "I couldn't help it. When I was coming I pulled on it. Don't worry though, it just means you'll have an erection for the rest of the night," she laughed. "Really?" I asked. "Look for yourself. You're ready to go," she said. "So it appears... What's next?" I asked. "Well, I do like to be fucked..." she said, pulling her knees up to her chest. "See, it's all lonely down there. Why don't you bring someone in to play? There's lube in the night stand," she giggled. I got up to go to the night stand, moved too quickly and accidentally tightened the strap more. My cock was now getting red. "Ouch! It's too tight!" I said. "No it's not. But, we'll cut it off and call it a night if you'd like," she said, dropping her legs back on the bed. "No, I'll live through it," I said as I grabbed the lube. "The lube should make it feel better," I said as I slathered it on. She pulled her knees back up. Her hole was round, slightly crinkled, and brown. "Don't spare the lube," she said as I began to spread it around. I put a finger inside, pushing lube in. "Oh, big fingers. I like that," she said. I smiled, and dropped the lube bottle on the table. Positioning myself between her legs, I put my cock at the entrance to her hole. "Ready?" I asked. "Spare me no quarter, captain. Fuck me like you've never fucked before," she said. I didn't wait. My cock was throbbing. I slipped in, gently. Her hole was hot, the entrance tight. She leaned her head back and made a moaning noise. "Are you ok?" I asked. "Oh, you're just a perfect fit. My ass is really loving the size of your cock right now," she said, clamping down on my cock inside her. "Fuck me now," she commanded as she grabbed my arms with her hands and put her feet over my elbows. "Plow me!" I began to move my cock in and out of her tight hole. It was a glorious feeling. She'd tighten on the exit, and loosen on the entrance. Her hand couldn't have massaged my cock better. Her own cock was flaccid, but dribbling cum onto our bellies as I fucked her in long strokes, then short jabs, and then back to long strokes. After a short while, my knees began to hurt. She must have sensed it. "Change positions?" she asked. I pulled out, my cock purple and glistening with lube. She rolled over onto her stomach. "Off the bed" she said. I moved off the bed. She knelt on the edge of the bed, her hole the perfect height for my now standing position. I was back in before she could say anything, pumping her ass like a madman. My cock was on fire. It wasn't going to take very long. "Come on me, not in me" she said, between moans and gasps for air. I pulled out when I could take no more. My cock twitched. It felt like I was coming in buckets, but only a tiny dribble came out. My cock was a bright purple, the strap around the base very tight. I was actually in pain. Rachael had dropped her end of the strap when we changed positions. Rachael turned around. "Oh, that'll have to be cut off," she said, producing the scissors. "But first, let's get you cleaned up." She took hold of the strap, playfully. "This way to the bathroom." She laughed as we went to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, she wiped me off with a warm soapy wash cloth, then cut off the strap. Immediately, my pain subsided. She held me in place, while she sat on the toilet seat, and put my cock in her mouth and sucked hard. I looked down at her, unsure why she'd do that. She looked up and said "The cum is stuck in your pipes. It'll come out now that the pipe isn't blocked. I think, after all I've done for you, that I deserve to get all the cum I worked so hard for." She sucked on my softening cock for a good five minutes, before she pronounced me, "Done!" And then, she threw the bombshell, "It was fun, but I need to go to work soon." "Oh. I thought I'd get to stay the night..." I said pitifully. "A girl's gotta make the rent. I work nights. Tonight I'm tending bar from 10 until closing." "What time is closing?" I asked. "2am, but we don't throw people out until 2:30. I can't leave you here alone. I'd like to have you stay the night. I really would, but I can't," she explained. "How about I come to the bar with you, and then bring you home?" She laughed. "It's a goth club. You'd be laughed out of there wearing what you came in wearing tonight. But...We're almost the same height. You might be able to wear one of my outfits..." "I thought you didn't want me in a dress?" I asked, quite confused. "I have more than dresses. I have an idea...come with me," and she led me back to the bedroom. Once in the bedroom, she handed me a pair of latex panties. "Tuck your cock between your legs and put these on," she commanded. The panties were pink and rather thin. "Pink panties?" I asked. "Trust me. I'm the only one who'll see them," she said. I put on the panties, taking care to tuck my cock between my legs. After I had them on, she pulled them back down, re-tucked me, and pulled them back up. "There," she said. I looked down. I was smooth down there, no hint of my cock showing. She went over to the leather wall and pulled down a leather outfit. It looked like a jumpsuit. "I think you'll fit into this," she said, unsnapping the multitude of hooks on the front. "I may need to let the middle out a little, but let's try it as is." She had me turn around and step into the jumpsuit. It was a solid set of pants up to my waist. It was somewhat tight on my hips and thighs, but not so tight that I couldn't move in it. I put my arms back and she slipped them into the upper part of the jumpsuit. Walking around front, she gave the open ends a huge pull. The ends came together at my chest. "Put the hook through the eye to hold it," she said, holding the two ends close. I hooked up the hook and eye pairs from my neck to the middle of my chest as she held the pieces in place. "The next part is the toughest," she said, yanking the part over my stomach together. "Inhale and hold it," she commanded. I took a deep breath, the top of the jumpsuit straining against the closures. The two ends came together. I quickly hooked the 6 hooks through the eyes. I exhaled. "There, all done," she said. My midriff was in pain. It was so tight I could barely move. "It's too tight," I said. She brought me over to the mirror. "No, it's perfect. Look!" she exclaimed. I looked in the mirror. I had an hourglass shape. "Still, I can barely breathe." "You'll be fine. Victorian women laced their corsets tighter. Plus, you're making me really, really hot. See?" I looked at her in the mirror. Her cock was hard. "Do we have enough time for me to help you with that?" I asked, bringing my hand around to cup her erection. "Unfortunately, no. But, you can take care of me when we get home tonight. Looking at you all night in the bar, dressed like that, will definitely keep a smile on my face and a stick in my panties." She laughed. "One last accessory..." Rachael went to the wall and returned with a spiked dog collar. "You don't have pierced ears, so this will have to do," she said, as she put it on. "Walk around, and practice sitting and standing, while I get dressed for work, Hottie," she said. I walked around the room, looking at her "stuff". Most of it was tame. Some outright scary. There were a few unidentifiable pieces. I was holding one of them when she walked up behind me and said "Bardex enema balloon. For high volume enemas." I immediately let go of it. "Don't worry, it's never been used," she said as she walked back into the bathroom. I opened her closet. It was full of "normal" clothes. "Rachael, I found your stash of non-black clothes! You naughty goth!" I cried out. She was right behind me. "No snooping," she said as she closed the door. "I'm ready. Let's go." She was wearing a short black leather skirt, a bustier, thigh high leather boots, and a light leather jacket. "Wow, you're hot!" I exclaimed. She twirled "Glad you think so. I think you're hot, too..." and kissed me on the cheek. I went to return the kiss, but she pulled back. "I needed to put some red lipstick on you, so that no one would try to pick you up." She led me to her car. With some difficulty, I got in. The miata was low, and the jumpsuit very constraining. We drove to the club, parked, and she led me into the bar. It was dark inside. The people inside were all dressed in black. Pasty white seemed to be the complexion of choice. Rachael went immediately to work behind the bar. I sat at the end, watching her pour beer after beer for the patrons. When she had a short break, I remarked that no one had asked for a mixed drink. "Beer is cheaper" she said, as she went back to pour another for an emaciated looking girl dressed in an outfit that could only be described as strips of black cloth attached to a dog collar around her neck. Each time she moved, you saw her black panties and bra. A guy came up behind me and sat down next to me at one point, trying to strike up a conversation about a band I never heard of. I confessed my ignorance, and he remarked how much I looked like the lead singer. Rachael saved me from him by coming over and telling him I was "hers". He shrugged and left. When I asked about the lead singer comment, she explained that the jumpsuit had astrological "female" and male symbols on the back, and the lead singer of that band wore a shirt with the same design on one of the album covers. Later, I went to the bathroom and looked over my shoulder into the mirror. The back of the jumpsuit had a single symbol in the center, with both a male arrow and female cross coming out of it, surrounded by male symbols all pointing inward towards the center. I was suddenly embarassed. When I went back to the bar, I turned my back to the wall. When Rachael came over, I told her that the back of the jumpsuit was embarassing to me to wear. She laughed and suggested I take it off. I laughed with her. She gave me another beer, and told me it was after 1am, so only about another hour to go. As she was standing there watching me drink my beer, a muscled guy walks up and asks her for a "Rachael's Poison". She told him she'd have to pour it fresh, and he said he wouldn't mind it warm. I looked at her quizzically. She told me to watch the bar and pour drinks while she was gone. She wasn't gone long, but I sold a dozen drinks and made a few dollars in tips for her. She returned holding a manhattan glass of yellow liquid, placing it carefully on the bar in front of the guy. He slid a $20 bill across the bar, which Rachael put into her pocket. He chugged the contents of the glass, which had to be at least 8 ounces, thanked her, and left. I looked at Rachael. "Was that what I thought it was?" I asked. "Yes, it was. He's convinced he gets my spare male hormones by drinking my piss. He's got it wrong, though. Actually, he's getting the female hormones my body didn't absorb. Kind of ironic, huh?" she said. "Disgusting is more like it," I said. When final call came, the bar was almost empty. We were out of there by 2:10, and back to the apartment in a flash. When we got inside, Rachael wouldn't let me get out of the jumpsuit. "You're too hot. Can you get on your knees in it?" she asked. With her help, I got to my knees. "Pull down my panties" she said, as she came close enough to make her leather skirt brush my face. I reached under the skirt and pulled down her panties. "Now, untuck me and get me hard," she commanded. I reached my hands under her skirt and took hold of her cock, now falling out from between her legs. It was already mostly hard, and getting harder by the second. By the time I had it straightened out in front of her, making her skirt tent up in front, it was hard and throbbing. "Ok, now do your best work and I'll let you stay the night" she said, unhooking her skirt and pulling it away. Her hard cock, held in my hand, was at the perfect height. I opened my mouth wide and took her keep into my mouth, letting my lips slide over her shaft. Her hands came to my head. When the spongy head of her cock hit the back of my throat, she screamed and grabbed my hair. Hot come shot out, bathing the back of my mouth in liquid warmth. I swallowed and sucked on her spewing cock. She tightened her grip on my hair, bucking her hips towards me. Another blast of her cum. I ran my tongue over the bottom of the head of her cock. She convulsed against me. "Oh, Oh, No, Oh," was all she could say as more of her cum poured into my mouth. I swallowed again and again, sucking the cum out of her hard cock. Eventually, all good things must come to an end. She let go of my hair and stepped back, pulling her softening cock from my mouth with a pop. "I've never come so quick. Sorry if it caught you off guard." she apologized. "No problem. I really enjoyed that," I said, wiping the escaped cum off my chin. "Don't waste that," she said. I licked my fingers. "I had no intention of wasting it," I said "It's yummy." "Ok, let's get to bed," she said, as she helped me up off the floor. "We need to get you out of this." With great effort, we undid the hooks and eyes. Inside the jumpsuit, I was a bit sweaty. By the time I was out of the jumpsuit, it was apparent that I needed a shower. Without a word, Rachael pointed me to the bathroom, then turned on the shower. When she turned back around, I had removed the pink panties and was sporting a nice hard-on, pointed at her. "Nice, but take your shower first. I'm not into sweaty sex," she said I took a quick shower. She was waiting for me when I stepped out, a big fluffy towel at hand. Using the towel, she dried me from top to bottom, taking special care to make sure that my cock was especially dry, since it was sticking straight out at her. She led me back to the bed. The covers were pulled back, revealing black satin sheets. "Climb in," she said. I laid down on the bed, my hard cock flopping around. Rachael turned off the lights. I felt her climbing on top of me. I reached out to touch her. She sat down on my stomach, and took my hands, placing them on her breasts. I felt them. They were a nice handful. Her nipples were hard. Then, she pulled my hands over my head, leaning down to bring her breasts to my face. Immediately, I began to kiss and suck on her nipples. She held my hands over my head. I heard a clicking noise. Rachael leaned back. My right hand was handcuffed. "Sorry, but I don't want you leaving the bed unless I know about it." she explained. "If you need to go to the bathroom, wake me up. Now, I need to go to sleep. I've really tired," she said, falling over next to me. She snuggled under my left arm. "Put your arm around me," she said. I did. She put her arm on my chest, then moved it down to my cock, which was still quite hard. She gave my cock a playful squeeze "We'll take good care of you tomorrow morning," she said, as she laid her head on my chest. A few moments later, she was snoring. It took me a while, but eventually I fell asleep. I woke early the next morning. Rachael was sucking on my cock. She looked up at me, and, without taking my cock from her mouth said "It's about time you woke up." which came out sounding like "ttttis but time ou oak up". She continued to suck on my cock for a few minutes, then abruptly stopped. "What time do you need to be at work?" she asked. "Nine o'clock," I said. "You're going to be late. It's 8 o'clock now," she said. "Shit! I really have to be at work on time today!" I said. "Ok, then I guess we'll have to continue this tonight. Be here with dinner at 5:30. I'm working 10-2 tonight, so we'll have some play time again before I go to work," she said as she undid the cuffs. I quickly got dressed, kissed her goodbye, and hurried to work. All day I fantasized about our evening date. I showed up at 5:30 with a Pizza and some beer. Rachael met me at the door in a red silk sarong, her hair done japanese style with two black sticks. "Oh, I was expecting Chinese," she said. I laughed. "I'll eat your chinese any time." She closed the door and pinned me against it, giving me a hard wet kiss. She broke the kiss. "No panties tonight. Do you want an appetizer before dinner?" I felt the silk. She had nothing on underneath. No bra. No panties. I found her erection with my hand, squeezing it through the silk. "Will it be a big appetizer," I asked jokingly. "Yes, and flavorful," she replied as she pulled up the sarong, her cock bobbing free of the material. I knelt in front of her, kissing her cock, then licking it around the crown. It was oozing pre-cum by the time I took it's warm hardness into my mouth. It didn't take but a few minutes. The appetizer was warm and flavorful, as she promised. I took my time letting go of her, making sure that she was completely clean before letting her drop her sarong back in place. She pulled me to my feet, giving me a huge kiss, pressing her tongue deep into my mouth. When we broke the embrace. She lef me to the bedroom, leaving the pizza on the living room table. When we got to the bedroom, she laid over the short table on the floor, and buckled her ankles and thighs to it, then her left hand. Only her right hand was free. The sarong was stretched over her body like a second skin. "Why are you still dressed?" she said, realizing that I was watching her. I quickly undressed, showing her that I had no underwear on at all. My cock sprung free, aroused by the sight in front of me. "Cuff my free hand," she said. I put the final cuff onto her hand. "Now, undo the sarong. There's a zipper on the back," she commanded. I unzipped her, revealing her naked body. The sarong was underneath her, trapped by the arms and her weight against the table. "Lube is in the night stand, you remember?" she said. I was across the room immediately, retrieving the lube and tossing off the cap. I poured a line across the top of my hard cock, then rubbed it all over. Her ass cheeks were spread by the angle her knees were cuffed. Her hole was visible. I put the nozzle of the lube right into her hole and squeezed. She squirmed. "Don't be gentle. I need to be FUCKED tonight," she said with emphysis. I put my cock at her wet hole, it's head glistening with lube, slightly parting her sphincter, and pressed firmly. It began to slip in. She squirmed. "Hard. Do me HARD," she cried out I pushed in hard. My cock spread her opening and plunged in deep. "OWWWWWWWW," she cried. "Like THAT." I began to pound her hard, harder than I imagined I could fuck someone. Her ass giggled as I slammed her, holding her hips tight in my hands. "Are you my bitch?" I yelled. "Yes, Yes. I'm your bitch. Fuck me like your bitch!" she cried. After about 15 minutes of the hardest fucking I had ever given someone, I finally came, flooding her bowels with my cum. I ignored her pleas not to come inside. Her hot wet hole was so inviting there was no way I could have pulled out if I had all of the willpower in the world. When I withdrew, her asshole was red. My cum dripped out, erotically, to the floor underneath her. Her head hung down, exhausted. One thing about a fucking table is that it's tough on your knees. I got up and went to the bathroom to clean myself up, my knees aching the entire way. When I got back, she was still breathing heavily. Her cock hung limp between her legs, wet with the secretions from her ass. I went to the front of the table. "Should I release you now, or is there something else you'd like me to do to you?" She panted, "Was I a good enough bitch, or do I need to be punished?" she asked, the emphysis on "punished". "I think you did ok, but there's room for improvement," I said. Taking her cue I added, "So, the punishment will be short." "There's a nice paddle on the chair next to the bed, if that's what you aim to do," she said, giving me the lead. I retrieved the paddle. It was leather covered. I swished it in the air in front of her, then walked to her side. "I think 10 will be enough, don't you?" I asked, having no idea. "10? Was I that bad?" she asked, a hint of fear in her voice. "Five?" I asked. "Yes, I think my performance would rate five hard, firm hits," she said. "Count," I said, as I pulled back the paddle and hit her ass dead center. "One" she sighed. I swung again, hitting only one ass cheek. "One," she sighed. I swung again, hitting both cheeks. "Two," she sighed. I changed angles, hitting both cheeks again. "Three," she sighed. I changed my grip, hitting both cheeks again. "Owww..Four," she moaned. I let rip with the hardest I could swing it, hitting both cheeks. A welt appeared on one cheek. "OWWWWW. ONE!" she cried. I did it again. Another welt appeared. "OWWWWW. TWO!" she cried. I did it again. Another welt appeared. "OWWWWW. THREE!" she cried. I did it again. Her ass was now bright red. "OWWWWW. FOUR!" she cried. I did it again. Her ass was dimpling, blood vessels at the surface breaking. The paddle actually broke. "OWWWWW. FIVE!" she cried. I came around the front of the table. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, but she had a smile. "Can you let me up now? I need to get cleaned up for dinner," she asked quietly. I uncuffed her, and helped her up and to the bathroom. Once there, she made me leave and closed the door. While she was cleaning herself up, I got a paper towel from the kitchen and wiped up the fluids underneath the fucking table. I was there when Rachael came back into the bedroom, her sarong back in place, her hair intact, and her make-up back on. "Thank you for doing that," she said, taking the towel from my hand. "Shall we have some dinner now?" We went back to the living room. She laid on the sofa on her stomach, her ass too sore to sit. I fed her the cold pizza and the beer. "You know what John?" she asked. "What?" I replied. "I think I'll keep you!" she said. "Thanks." "No, I mean it. How many guys want a girl like me, and how many of them would play act as well as you did? And then, to be so sweet as to give a girl cold pizza as a reward for her efforts!" she said laughingly. "Well, it wasn't cold when I arrived," I apologized. "No, I mean it in the best way. So, it's still early. How about we go, get naked again, and snuggle on the bed before I have to go to work?" We went back to the bedroom, got naked, snuggled, struggled, rolled- around, wrestled, licked, sucked, cuddled, stroked, and generally played with each other until it was time for Rachael to get dressed to go to work. She had me wear the same outfit from the night before, but now had clip on earrings for me to match the outfit. The earrings were the silhouette of a man getting a blowjob from a woman. I laughed as she put one on each ear. Friday night at the goth club was a lot more crowded than Thursday. Mr Muscled-piss-drinker made an appearance, too. Several guys tried to pick me up, but Rachael shooed them away. We didn't get out of there and back to the apartment until after 3am. I was tired, and told her. She was also tired. She didn't cuff me to the bed that night. I awoke before she did and drained my bladder. When I was done, she was there to do the same thing. I made sure to touch her erection as I walked by her in the bathroom door. When she came back to the bed, she had a wierd look on her face. She looked me in the eye and said, "Remember when I told you that occaisionally I like to top?" "Yes," I said. "I'm in the mood. Are you up for that?" she asked, a hint of longing in her eyes. "Sure. Shall I start by giving you a good sucking?" I asked, earnestly "No, you can start by putting on some clothes for me," she said. "Huh?" I replied. She went over to the wall and pulled down a latex mask. It had eye holes and nose breathing holes, but no mouth hole. "This," she said, and tossed it to me. I pulled it over my head. It fit tight. When I got it on, Rachael was standing there with the dog collar. "And this," she said, as she wrapped it around my neck. It tightened the mask around my chin. "And this," she said, handing me a leather belt with hooks on it. I wrapped it around my waist. "Tighter," she said. I pulled it tight. "And these, which go above your knees." She handed me large cuffs with rings on them. I strapped them around my knees, kind of tight. "And these, which go around your ankles." She handed me small cuffs with rings on them. I strapped them around my ankles. "And these, which go around your wrists." She handed me small cuffs with rings on them. I strapped them around my wrists. "And this, which I will personally put on." She held up a leather bar with metal rings on it. There was only one part of my anatomy where that would fit. "I need to relieve your erection first, though. Back up. Hold your arms straight out." I backed up, walking back until my back was against the wall. She produced a hook on the wall next to my right hand and a clip to hold the ring on the wrist cuff to it. My right hand was now immobilized. She then did the same to the left hand, each ankle, and each knee. "There, all ready?" she asked. "No turning back, ok?" My cock stood straight out from my body. I nodded. She left the room. She returned with a bowl of ice cubes. She took one out to show me. "This will take down your pesky erection so I can put the nice decoration on it." And then lowered it to my cock. It was cold. I jumped. She ran it over my cock, the ice melting as she did so. My cock was still hard. She then took 2 pieces, and did the same, then more. Soon my wet cock was getting cold. It began to shrink. After a few minutes I had no erection. She knelt down and fiddled with the straps on the leather, putting my soft cock through the center of the rings. "There, all done. Now, I'll need an erection to really make it pretty," she said with a wry grin. She stepped back to allow me to see her fully. Her cock was hard, sticking straight out. "You like my cock?" she said. I nodded. My cock began to inflate. She began to stroke her cock with one hand, the other touching her breast. "You'd like to suck my cock, wouldn't you?" I nodded. My cock was getting harder. She continued to stroke her cock and fondle her breasts. "You'd like to taste my cum, wouldn't you? There's a lot bottled up in there for you." I nodded. My cock was pressing against the rings. She turned around, so I couldn't see her cock, but could see her ass and her stroking her breast. "You liked fucking my ass last night. Is my ass the best ass you've ever fucked?" I nodded. My cock was getting painful, the rings biting into the flesh. She turned back around. "I see your cock has decided to re-join us. It looks very pretty with those rings," she said as she reached out to touch my cock, which was now in significant pain. "It's getting purple. What a pretty color. I remember it looking like that on our first date, but it didn't have the nice metal rings around it." I tried to pull my hands off the wall, but the cuffs and hooks were too tight. "Oh, don't do that. I'll help your little problem," she said, bringing the bowl of ice water and cubes up to my cock, dipping it in until my erection began to get soft. "Now, If I take my toy off your cock, will you promise to be a good boy and do everything I require of you?" I nodded. She removed the device from my cock, then stroked it back to hardness. "Ok, I'm going to unhook you. We're going back to the bed. When we get there, you will stand at the end. Is that clear?" I nodded. She unhooked me, and led me back to the bed. There, she hooked my ankles to the legs of the bottom posts of the bed and my hands to the top of the same posts. My cock hung over the bed. She produced a length of cord, which she used to tie each knee to the posts. She came up behind me. Her hands ran up and down my sides. "Nod if you'd like me to fuck you." I nodded. I felt her fingers digging between my ass cheeks, spreading lube against my opening. "Ok, my bitch. It's time to get fucked," she said as I felt her cock at the entrance to my ass. She pushed hard. I grunted in the mask. Her cock was a good size for my ass. I felt that familiar warmth and pain of having a hot hard cock in my ass. She grabbed my hips. "I'm going to let your hands free, so you can bend over," she said, unhooking my hands. As I bent over, her cock wiggled deeper into my bowels. I moaned. It felt great. She began to fuck me slowly, holding onto the waist belt, all the while keeping up a dialog about how well her bitch was doing, how good her bitch's ass felt wrapped around her cock, how she was going to fuck her bitch until she couldn't stand up anymore, and how much cum she had waiting to put into her bitches ass. All I could do was moan in joy at the feeling of Rachael's cock in my ass. Cum dripped out of my cock. I had an orgasm from her fucking. Eventually, all good things come to an end. Rachael couldn't hold back any longer, and came in my ass. When she pulled out, her cum poured down my legs. She left me tied up and bent over the bed while she went to clean herself up. A few minutes later she came back wearing a huge strap on. "I don't think you've been properly introduced to my friend, Mr. Black Latex Rubber, modelled after some dead pornstar." She bumped it against my ass. "I'm sure that you'll find him quite a package." she laughed, as she pressed the huge head against my wet and still open hole. It was gigantic. My asshole strained around it. The head popped in. I began to cry. The shaft of the monster was thinner, but still much too large to be confortable. Rachael pressed it in. "Girly wants to cry? Cry all you want. I'm not taking this out until you've been properly fucked," she said as she began to pump it in my ass. My cock oozed cum. Each time she pushed it in, it banged my prostate. Soon, my entire insides felt like they were inflamed, bruised, or torn. She continued to fuck me with with the strap on until I collapsed. When she withdrew, she took great pride in showing me that it was coated with blood. "Virgin blood," she said, as she stroked the strap on. She left the room and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower start. She came back, naked again. "Now it's time for you to take a shower." I thought she was going to release me entirely, but she didn't. She unhooked my knees and ankles and took off the waist belt, but left the wrist cuffs in place. She hooked the two wrist cuffs together, and pulled me to the bathroom and into the shower. Once in the shower, she seemed back to normal, except that my wrists were hooked to the shower head, my head still in the latex mask. She washed me off thoroughly, making sure my legs, cock, and ass were free of any bodily fluids and lube. When I was clean to her satisfaction, she brought me out to dry me off with a towel. She led me back to the bed, putting me face down, attaching my cuffs to the top of the bed. "So, my bitch. Do you think you did a good job pleasing me, or do you need to be punished. Nod your head if good. Shake your head if you need punished." I shook my head once. "I agree. You could have been more cooperative. Do you deserve a paddling?" I nodded my head. "No, I don't agree." She unhooked the dog collar, then turned me over. She climbed on top of me and pulled off the mask. My face was sweaty. My hair was matted. "You did very well. Did you enjoy that?" "It was scary. I didn't enjoy the horse dildo, but liked you fucking me right before that. I even had an orgasm from it," I said honestly. "I don't get the urge to top that often, but I do like my boyfriend to really feel like he's been fucked. I guess we can probably find a smaller horse cock to fuck you with," she said laughing. "Couldn't you just fuck me again with your own cock? It's the perfect size. Why would you want to stretch me all out?" I asked. "Because I want you to walk around bow legged and sore for a day, to remember how you gave yourself to me. That way, when I give myself to you every night for the next few weeks until I have the top urge again, you'll appreciate how I feel." "I'm not anywhere near the size of that dildo you used on me!" "It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean," she said laughing. "I don't top enough to really know how to fuck anymore." "You did darn good. There's no need for the dildo, trust me," I said. "You're embarassing me. Now, it's time for you to shut up and get to work," she said, as she got up on her knees to show me her cock was erect again. She leaned over my head, putting the end of her cock in my mouth. It was warm and spongy. I moaned a little as I began to move my tongue around the crown. She released my hands and pressed more of herself into my mouth.We rolled onto our sides. She grabbed my head with her hand. I took her hips in my hands. She began to thrust and make soft noises. I sucked on her beautiful cock like it was my long lost lover. I enjoyed the feeling of it banging against the back of my throat, the shaft sliding between my lips, and especially the texture of the head against my tongue. We rolled around the bed, my mouth glued to her cock, for the better part of 15 minutes, until I found the courage to deep throat her. When I did it the first time she cried out. I did it again and she looked down at me and grabbed my hair, forcing her cock deep into my throat. I gagged around it, air deprived. She pulled my head back, pulled her cock out of my mouth, and began to jerk it towards my face. I opened my mouth wide, sticking out my tongue. When she came, it wasn't a gusher, but a few dribbles. When she had no more to give, I pulled my tongue back into my mouth and relished the taste of her cum, before swallowing it. We laid there on the bed, next to each other, holding hands. She broke the ice. "It's nice to have a boyfriend who is so willing." "It's nice to have a girlfriend who is so adventurous. I'm learning a lot," I replied. "I suspect you won't be able to perform tonight. No one I've used that on has felt like having sex for a day or two afterwards," she apologized. "But, I'd still like it if you'd meet me at the club tonight, so I can leave with you in front of Sue and Jessica. And, it was nice sleeping with you." "So, you're throwing me out?" "Yes, sorry. I have to clean up, buy groceries, and do women things," she said. "I'll help you clean up in here. I was, after all, partly responsible," I offered. "No, thanks anyway. I'm kind of particular about my bedroom. Besides, if you spend much more time in here with me this morning, you might have to service me some more." "Oh, I don't mind doing THAT at all," I said laughing. "No, I don't mind it either, but you're a distraction. I can't have you looking at my ass all day," she laughed. I gave a hearty laugh. She handed me my clothes and gave me a huge kiss at the door. She was naked, so I gave her ass cheek a squeeze. She squeezed my ass back. She shushed me out the door. I went home and took a nap. By the time I woke up, it was late in the afternoon. My ass hurt. My cock hurt, too. I could see where the rings pressed into it. I put on some clothes and went shopping at the mall. I picked out some black silk boxers, had a quite bite to eat at the lunch court, and came home. When I got home, there was a message on the machine. Rachael called and reminded me to throw away my tighty whiteys. I laughed. That night, late, I went back to the club. Sue and Jessica were there. I made a point of making a bee-line for the bar, right past their table. When I got to the bar, Rachael leaned over to give me a kiss on the cheek, leaving a huge lip gloss outline on my cheek. While I was there at the bar, at least six transgenders came over to say hello. I was pleasant and nice, but Rachael was kind of possessive. She told each one that I was already taken. Then, she'd stare at them until they left the area where I was sitting. When I asked Rachael later if she didn't think that was kind of rude, she said "It's a war out there for real boyfriends. I found you. I saved you. I'm not sharing you. They only wanted to be with you because I kissed you when you came in. I'm sure they took that to mean that you were actually a good guy, not some sleezy one night stand." So, at the end of her shift, Rachael and I left the bar together, making sure to walk past Sue and Jessica. As we did that, Rachael grabbed my ass and said "I hope your cock is up for an all nighter. I'm really horny." When we got outside, we both burst into laughter. We were still chuckling about it when we climbed into her bed that night, both really too tired for anything other than to snuggle together and go to sleep. The next morning, my "girl" friend was back. We began the day with a 69. Then, we went out for Sunday brunch at a local restaurant. Back to her place, we sat around talking for most of the afternoon, before we got a take-out order of chinese food. Immediately after we returned from picking up the chinese food, Rachael went into the bedroom, yelling at me to just set the food on the kitchen counter. She returned, naked, and laid down on the dining room table. "Bring the Chinese over," she said. Taking my dinner, she poured some of the noodles and sauce over her breasts. "Look what I've done. Your dinner is spilled. I guess I'll just be your plate." I grabbed a pair of chopsticks and began to pick noodles off of her, which gave her little pinches across her breasts. By the time I had picked up most of the noodles, she had tiny welts all over her breasts. She was breathing heavily as I began to lick the sauce off her breasts. I looked down. Her cock was hard and she was stroking it. I put some of my teryaki beef onto a small plate and held it next to her cock. "I think this needs some spiced sauce. Can you give me a little special sauce for it?" I asked. She was stroking her cock like mad. I held the plate out and began to pinch her nipples. She moaned and cried out as she came, spraying my beef with her cum. I waited until she was done before putting the cum covered beef in front of me to eat. I quickly at the beef, and then licked the plate clean, as Rachael watched intently. "You like my cum, don't you. I mean, you really like the taste?" she asked. "Yes, I do. Would you like some dinner now? I'll be happy to feed you?" "Sure," she said as she rolled onto her side. I opened the dinner she chose for herself, a shrimp dish. I pulled down my pants, showing her my erection. She smiled. I pulled out a small shrimp and placed it on the top of my cock. Rachael leaned over and licked it off. My cock enjoyed it. I put another one on there. She did it again. We repeated this until she had no more shrimp. I then dipped my cock into the rice, pulling it out, rice sticking to it. Rachael licked off the rice, then said she was thirsty and began to suck me. I didn't last long. I couldn't, having had her licking me for the previous 10 minutes. I gave her a good mouthful of my special spicey sauce. "I think your spicey sauce should be bottled. It's very sweet and tasty, the perfect compliment to shrimp and rice," she joked. "I thought your sauce really made the beef dish complete. But, I wouldn't want to bottle it. I prefer it fresh from the source," I replied. Isn't life grand when you've found someone to make your life complete, not only sexually, but as someone you can laugh with? If you liked this story, I'd like to hear your comments. Email me at [email protected]