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Silk and Lacey By Cindy Renee' Anderson [email protected] I had gone through quite a dry spell in my love life. I was 32 years old and it had been over a year since I had had any sexual relations with a woman. My last girlfriend and the previous before her had left a sour taste in my appetite for the quest for the perfect woman. I had a decent job for the area but worked long hours and evenings. This is perhaps why they had both been selfish gold diggers and both had numerous affairs leaving me financially and emotionally devastated. Sexual relations with either one had been at best mundane and bitterly disappointing. In every instance, I had gone out of my way to accommodate my gal, to treat her with tenderness and compassion, doing my best to cater to their material wishes, only to have it all thrown in my face. My heart had been wounded deeply, their betrayals haunted me for months. I questioned why I had allowed myself to be subjugated to and endless barrage of verbal degradation and emotional abuse, perhaps I had wanted to be the consummate gentleman hoping to gain their respect and gratitude. But they were not ladies in the traditional sense, they were tomboyish, drab, and nearly macho in their prejudice. They had guided me away from all of my former friends to insulate me against their advice and observations on who had left the bar with who on the night I was working and so forth. Trying to show my loyalty and commitment to them, I had dropped out of sight spending my days cleaning and caring for home when not working. They had become lethargic to my existence wanting only to lie about and watch television or escape into another room to talk in secret about their other men. I willingly submitted to their controlling ways deluded by the thoughts of being a woman's sexual captive. However, this was not the case, they had turned out acting like conservative bumpkins in my presence. My thoughts, needs, feelings, and ideas had ultimately become non-issues, insignificant, and trivial to each, as a result, my self-confidence crumbled. I felt as if I had been mugged, my bank account had been emptied and they had both run up my debts before leaving me. I had spent over a year in relative solitude reflecting on the past events that had shaped my life. Becoming a recluse, I retreated in my secluded home and wooded surroundings of the western Maine countryside. Gradually, my wounds had mended and I had nearly recovered financially. My thoughts began turning to sexual intentions. I had spent a large portion of my free time reading books and magazines to keep myself occupied in the face of growing loneliness. My sexual appetite had increased and I soon turned to erotic literature and pornography to fill the void in an absence of a partner. I began to take interest in taboo subjects such as erotic bondage, fetishism, lesbianism and three ways. I read stories, examined images, and watched videos of forbidden sexual fantasies and encounters. Soon I had turned to masturbating into a pair of silky woman's panties, and then eventually developed a fetish for wearing them. I relished the feeling of the silky smooth material and the way it caressed my genitals. When I delved into the forbidden subject of gay porn my curiosity had been aroused. I had read a review of a gay bar called "Club Heaven" in Lewiston, Maine and decided that a visit might be a thrilling experience. I had no homosexual intentions or tendencies but thought I'd satisfy my curiosity as to its appeal to so many. I'd go in with an open mind and just observe what was going on and check out the scene and culture. Besides, if something did happen, I read stories and testimonials that gay men gave the best blowjobs. I made reservations at a near-by hotel to the bar for the following Friday evening and waited anxiously all week for the day to arrive. My work schedule allowed me to have the next 2 weekends off and this would be a perfect time to venture out into the unknown. I arrived at the Lewiston Holiday Inn around 5:00 PM and checked in to my room. It was already getting dark on this chilly February evening. I settled on the bed and ate some take-out while I relaxed. A while later, I made my way to the bathroom and removed my clothes. I wrapped in a towel to shave my face smooth and groom some excess body hair as not to look like a complete caveman. For an added naughty twist, I removed all my pubic hair and shaved smooth my genitals all the way around including my ass-cheeks. I soaked in a warm steamy shower for at least 30 minutes before emerging to towel off. I stood naked beneath the heat lamps and applied peach scented body lotion to my 5'- 10," 180 pound body. I carefully shaved smooth my face and put on my favorite Tommy Boy cologne. Next I brushed out my almost shoulder length brown wavy hair. I applied some coconut mouse and shaped my bad-boy hair then set it with some Rave hair spray that I had found. Feeling slightly kinky, I decided to pull on a pair of black satiny bikini panties with lace trim over my hard cock before dressing in a pair of tight black jeans, white tee shirt, and black sweater. I cleaned up before pulling on my sox and sneakers. Satisfied that I was ready and looking my best, I called for a cab to bring me to the bar. It was a little after 8:00 PM when I arrived at the front door to Club Heaven. I made my way up a flight of stairs to the second floor, passed the door girl, and stepped into the lounge. The club was tastefully trendy and slightly upscale in appearance. There was a DJ playing techno and pop music situated on a small stage behind a medium sized dance floor. It was still early in the evening, but around 20 people or so of both sexes had inhabited the barstools or was seated at tables. Making my way towards the bar, I immediately noticed that some people were paired up into gay, lesbian, and straight couples. I nervously made my way to the bartender to order a drink. I stood for a moment waiting next to a gay couple that greeted me with a polite smile and continued to talk among themselves. I sat at an out of the way table with my drink and surveyed the surroundings. The lighting was a soft dim which allowed me a sense of being just another face in the crowd, which helped to calm my jitters. I noticed that several of the men had glanced my way to check me out, but none seamed appealing. I drank another six drinks over the next few hours as the club began to fill to over a hundred or so. I had managed to make some small talk with a few guys but nothing more. When I stood up to head for the men's room, I accidentally rubbed against a woman who I hadn't noticed that was sitting behind me alone. In my clumsiness, I had spilled her drink over the table. She was an absolute fox! I apologized sincerely then offered to replace her drink. Luckily, she responded in kind with an understanding smile. I returned with her sombrero and again apologized to her after which she forgave me with a warm sexy smile. I felt compelled to introduce myself as "Rob," to which she responded with "Lacey." Soon I had managed to strike up a conversation with Lacey and she invited me to her table. Lacey was in her late twenties, with long curly lightly frosted blond hair, probably 145 pounds, and had a very nice round bust showing a hint of cleavage. Her face was very pleasing with a nice clear complexion, tasteful make-up, creamy pink glossy lips, and sexy sultry dark lined eyes. She wore a dark burgundy shiny silk blouse and a skin tight black leather vinyl mini skirt that exposed the lace trim of her silky black nylon stockings. To finish her outfit she wore black pointed heels, fine gold jewelry, and clutched a small black leather purse. Things really clicked between us as we talked. I found Lacey to be intelligent and light-hearted. Soon I had bought her another drink, then another. I found myself complimenting her several times on her sexy appearance and her hot body, to which she coyly smiled and moved to sit next to me. Her delicious perfume was heavenly intoxicating, as was the sweet smell of her wildly sexy hair. Our conversation had progressed to the point where Lacey candidly asked me why I had come to a gay bar and if I was gay. I explained my prior relationship failures and told her how eventually my curiosity had developed. When I told her about my fetish for panties that I was secretly wearing, she discreetly plunged her pink painted nails and hand into my pants to caress my hard shaft through the smooth silk. "They do feel great don't they?" she said with a sexy smirk. Now it was my turn to ask her why she had come to the bar. I told her that I figured her ask a lipstick lesbian looking for another girl to hook up with and perhaps she enjoyed the tenderness of another woman's touch. "Not quite," she explained as she guided my hand to her crotch. I could feel the crinkling of her maxi-pad through her slippery silk panties. Just as I began to probe for her clit, I felt a lump. " I'm a boy just like you honey!" she whispered into my ear. I was shocked for a quick moment. So Lacey was a crossdresser, but I was still amazed by the way he casually pulled off his act as a sensual female. "Are you still interested in me Rob?" Lacey pouted with a naughty smirk. I thought for a slight second before answering her. "Sure... Yea... That's cool," I answered. This was indeed naughty and taboo, but the door to a whole host of kinky possibilities had been opened. The more I thought about it, the more I began to enjoy the idea of making it with a hot crossdresser. Sensing my acceptance, Lacey pulled close to gaze into my eyes, then instinctive we kissed for a moment before I had realized what had happened. I had actually kissed another man. Still, I was intrigued by Lacey. I studied him, searching for a hint or trace of manhood. Perhaps, his soft raspy voice may have contained a clue to his true identity, but I had attributed it to the Virginia Slims 120's that she periodically smoked as we talked. Over several more drinks for each of us, Lacey answered all my questions and explained to me how he had developed into Lacey. He grew up with his single mother and Cathy, his only sister who was 3 years older than him. The family moved around a lot while his mom searched for work. Consequently, he became Cathy's favorite playmate. She would often dress him up as a little girl and put make-up on him. He enjoyed being the little sister and dressing up in pretty clothes to look beautiful. She would change his name from Casey to Lacey when she would doll him up for playing tea parties and pretend fashion model. His Mom wasn't home enough to raise any serious objections. Cathy had supported his continued feminine interests through out adolescence and on into his late teens. Cathy would help him dress and introduce him to her friends as "Lacey." By twenty, he had decided to remain as Lacey and was now fully aware of his interest in men. His mom realized how well he passed as a female and how happy it made him, had given her acceptance and support for him. He could move, walk, gesture, and carry himself as a genuine young woman. He decided, although biologically a male, to fully assume the gender role as female, which she told me, was called transgender. He thought of himself as a woman and asked to be treated and referred to as one. She told me that her sister was a beautician and had taught her hair styling and cosmetology, which helped her pass flawlessly, and was how she made her living at a local salon. Her busty appearance was an illusion; she told me she was wearing lifelike silicone falsies until her breasts developed with hormones enough for implants. This was Lacey's first evening out since she had broken up with her asshole boyfriend several months earlier. Lacey had really captured my interest and my sympathy as I gazed upon her feminine charms and attributes. I wanted her, I wanted her bad, and I was filled with simmering lust. When the DJ played a slow song, I asked her to dance with me. Lacey pleasantly took the initiative and practically pulled me out onto the dance floor she stepped in close to lay her head on my shoulder while her life-like tits rubbed against my chest. God, her perfume was driving me crazy, and her tight ass felt so natural in my hands. We kissed several times thought the song as Lacey admitted how handsome and kind she found me to be. Lacey and I spent the rest of the evening shamelessly flirting as we grew closer. We found that we shared much in common with our political views, appreciation for the outdoors, tastes in music, and enjoyment of film. We even talked about our sexual turn-ons, with mine being women in sexy lingerie, and hers being open-minded strong handsome men. By last call, the alcohol consumption had allowed us talk freely and openly has we joked and giggled about sex. As the club emptied, I invited Lacey back to my hotel room. Instead, she suggested that we'd be more comfortable at her place. "Besides, I have some handcuffs and lots of lingerie to model for you," she said with a naughty smirk. "I'm not worthy," I joked in reply. "We'll see about that," she finished. We hailed a cab and sped off to the other side of town. We stopped in front of a small private apartment building on a dead end street and I paid the fare. I followed her inside to her first floor apartment. She locked the door behind us then kissed my deeply and passionately. Our tongues entwined in a heated French kiss as our hands ran over one another's body. My hands rubbed her silken nyloned thighs and then cupped her round firm ass cheeks. While I removed my coat and shoes, her heels clicked across the floor as she headed to the kitchen for wine. The cuddled on the couch while we smoked a tinge of pot to get us in the mood. She played some light music then lit some scented candles and turned off the lights to create a more romantic atmosphere. She broke our passionate embrace to get up telling me that she'd be right back. When she returned, she handed me a man's black silk night robe top and matching boxer shorts telling me to keep on the panties. Lacey excused herself to freshen up and to change into something more comfortable and sexy. I soon had changed into the pajamas and had returned to her plush couch. Her apartment was tidy and tastefully decorated in a feminine manner as if a woman lived there. Lacey returned and stood before me in a sexy pose. She wore a black satin teddy with ruffled silk garters to hold her shiny black smooth lace- trimmed stockings. On here wrists were white silk hair scrunchies and she was wearing sexy black open-toed heels. My cock stiffened when she seductively bent over in front of me giving a great view of her panty- clad ass. "Now what would you like me to do?" she asked in a sexy tone. I thought for a moment then replied intently with "Seduce me." "Yes, that sounds good," she agreed. With that, she sat next to me and then reached in my shorts to rub my hard shaft through my silk panties while pressing her breasts against me as she kissed my lips and neck making her way down my chest to lick my nipple. Next, she grabbed my hand and led me into her bedroom to a queen sized bed covered in hot pink satin sheets. She motioned for me to sit on her bed and lie back. As I did, she produced a pair of handcuffs and dangled them in front of me with a mischievous grin. She straddled my chest as she secured my hands between the spokes of the headboard. She removed my boxers to reveal my panty-clad cock and balls. Next, she tied a silk cord from each leg to the end posts to keep my legs spread. I was helpless ! She left the room for a moment and came back to sit on the bed next to me. She lit a cigarette and puffed seductively blowing the smoke towards my face. "I think I like you this way, maybe I'll keep you here for a while," she teased. "I've decided that tonight you're gonna be my little boytoy," she grinned naughtily. When she had finished her smoke, Lacey climbed on top of me kissing her way from my face down to my chest. What was really hot was when she ground her silk panties against mine, her D cup breasts felt natural pressing against my chest... I could feel the lump of her cock sliding against mine through the smooth fabric causing my cock to throb in excitement. We dry humped like this for a while as we locked in a sultry French kiss. Finally, Lacey broke our kiss to pull my hard cock through the side of my panties and began to wrap her glossy lips around the head. First she licked and nibbled before taking the head into her mouth to swirl her tongue around the sensitive head. She knelt between my legs moving to take my whole cock into her warm mouth. At first, she slowly worked her lips over the whole length on my cock as if to accustom them to its length and thickness. She teased like this for a while before getting down to business. She began to tighten her lips while she heatedly bobbed her head, sucking and slurping with abandon. The feeling was heavenly and incredible, Lacey sucked my cock with purpose and intent. She seamed to be getting as much pleasure out of it as I was, thoroughly enjoying herself. "Mmmmm...." she cooed. This was definitely the best blowjob that I had ever received. For a minute, I actually forgot the Lacey was a man. When she probed a lubed finger into my puckered asshole, I lost it. I moaned in devilish delight as I pumped my cum deep down her throat. She swallowed it all like an expert porn star, licking the drops from her lips. She tucked my cock back into my panties and gave a quick kiss before leaving momentarily to rinse her mouth in the bathroom. Lacey returned while smoking another cigarette. She sat next to me Indian style on the bed and kissed me blowing a puff of smoke for me to inhale. We share the rest of her cigarette like this in tender closeness. Finally, convinced that she had adequately seduced me (which she had), Lacey freed me from the sensual bondage and again began to grind her panty- clad cock against mine. As I began to harden again she wrapped her lips around my thick cock. When I had regained full erection, Lacey lay next to me and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me baby, I want to feel your hard cock in me." She had positioned herself on her knees and began to bury her face into a silken pillow as I moved behind to mount her doggy-style. She pulled down her panties while I push up the back of her teddie to expose her sexy round firm ass. I pressed my face between her ass cheeks and snaked my tongue to probe her tightly puckered asshole. After a few minutes she had loosened up enough to press some K-Y jell to lubricate her waiting hole. I slowly pushed my cock to enter her slickened depths as she grabbed my cock to guide it in. Slowly and gently, I eased my stiff throbbing cock deeper and deeper into her. After a moment, she had relaxed enough to take the full length of my cock. I began to establish a slow sensual rhythm that I knew women loved. Lacey did also for she whimpered "fuck me harder stud, make me yours." I quickened the pace to fuck her with long deep pumps bucking with pleasure. While I grasped her smooth hips, Lacey pushed her round ass into my pelvis beckoning me to venture ever so deeper. "Yesss..." she hissed. She tossed her head up and down in the heat of ecstasy moaning and writhing in pleasure. We went on like this for 10 minutes of so before Lacey rolled to her back so I could take her from the front. She positioned herself beneath me with her legs draped over my shoulders so I could re-enter her. We fucked like this for a while longer than before. Pushing forward, our lips meet in a French kiss, she sucked my tongue as I climaxed shooting my hot spunk deep within her tight ass. We lay side by side hugging for a time in the afterglow. I cupped her life-like breasts as we kissed. It was getting late but the evening wasn't done yet I promised her. She smiled biting her lip sweetly in anticipation. I had decided to impress her with a round of oral satisfaction. I began by gently stroking her semi-hard cock, which was smaller and shorter than mine was. Soon, I was face to face with her "cockette" as she called it... I slinked my lips around the shaft using lots of tongue as to eat her out. I was pleasantly surprised with the smell and taste of her smooth hairless "cockette" - not at all musky and pungent like my ex-girlfriends' clits had been. The fact was that I dreaded eating out my girlfriends before because if the smell and large patches of nauseating pubic hair. She ran her hands through my long hair as I sucked her off thoroughly delighting in the taste and texture of her silken shaft. She moaned softly like a woman as her passion heightened. She held my head firmly in place as she neared climax. "Yesss baby, you're so good, suck my clitty!!" she praised me. She let a final "Ohhh.. yesss... baybee..." as she climaxed a small load of warm spunk into my mouth. The taste was slippery and slightly tart unlike the muskiness of a woman. Lacey sat up and locked lips with me in a cum drenched French kiss. We laid there in each other's arms like lovers. She promised to wake me in the morning to bring me for check out at the hotel. She invited me to stay the next day, which I accepted immediately. We talked for a while glad to have met each other and both agreeing that we made a cute couple and that our first night together had been wonderful. In the morning, I awoke to Lacey's lips wrapped around my morning hardness. As my cock grew to rock hard and became fully erect, I bent her over for another great ass fuck. She was obviously impressed with how my solid cock pounded her quivering anus. Later, after I had came forcefully deep within her tight ass, she told me to relax while she showered and got ready for the day. Glancing around the bedroom, I caught sight of her open handbag exposing its contents. She carried make-up, cigarettes, hair accessories, and a maxi-pad and tampon. I caught a glimpse of her in the mirror sitting on the toilet to urinate. When I asked her why she had the maxis and tampons, she replied that she enjoyed feeling like a total woman when she wore them and that they enhanced her feelings of femininity. Plus, if she became horny and aroused, a maxi kept her panties for becoming wet and sticky she explained. I noticed that her dresser top had a few baskets that contained perfumes, hairsprays, body lotions, and make-up. Her partially open closet revealed sexy dresses, blouses, skirts, and a dozen or so pairs of shoes and heels. She was definitely serious about living as a woman. Eventually, I had managed to get dressed and had made my way to the couch to wait while Lacey got ready. I thumbed through a portfolio of glamour shots professionally taken of her, god she looked like a model. She appeared a short time later tastefully dressed to go out. She wore a soft pink silk blouse, tight black spandex mini skirt, shiny nude nylons, short black leather heeled boots, and topped it all with a long black leather day coat. Her sultry make-up, pink nails, and blonde hair were as perfect as the night before. I let out a whistle as she turned then struck a sexy pose and blew a kiss. She took me in her car to my hotel so I could gather my things and check out. Returning back to her place, she offered to make some lunch while I relaxed on the couch. I noticed that Lacey's portion was small and when I asked her about it she told me that it took careful dieting and aerobics to keep a womanly shape while being biologically a man. After we had eaten, Lacey told me that I could use her shower and bathroom to get cleaned up and refreshed if I wished. I couldn't help but notice that her bathroom was full of woman's bath products and beauty supplies that that you would see in any woman's bathroom. As I finished a long shower and toweled off, I could see that Lacey had changed into a tight spandex exercise outfit and was pedaling away on an exercise bike. She finished her routine as I emerged with a towel wrapped around my waist. Lacey gave me a quick kiss and told me to get on the bed and make myself comfy and at home while she took a bubble bath and shaved her legs. Shortly after, I had dozed off in the soft caress of her satin sheets. About an hour or so later I awoke to Lacey pulling back the sheets. Her make-up and hair were done in a wild sexy fashion to please. She wore a creamy peach satin camisole over a matching bra and panties. The aroma from her sweet perfume aroused me even further. Again Lacey tied me sensually like the night before and repeated her treatment of me. Wasting little time, she kissed her way to my throbbing cock and sucked greedily like a high priced hooker. In a tease, she stopped before I could cum. She paused for a few minutes, watching me squirm as she enjoyed one of her cigarettes. When fished with her smoke, she moved to her dresser draw and rummaged through the contents. My eyes open widely when I caught sight of a 7-inch vibrating dildo and lubricant she produced. "This'll be fun, don't worry sweetie, I won't hurt you," she told me returning next to me on the bed. "Now lie back and just relax baby," she said softly as she sank her wet lips onto my shaft and resumed savoring my thick cock. Soon I felt one of her lubed fingers making its way around then into my puckered rectum while she blew me. When the muscles had relaxed, she replaced her finger with the head of the dildo and gently eased it in. It hurt for a moment but soon my ass became accommodated to its mass. She let it vibrate softly while she leaned close to me sliding her silk camisole and "breasts" up along my chest until she was kneeling over me. Lacey grabbed the headboard then peeled back her panties to feed me her cock. Meanwhile, she reached back with an oiled hand and began to pump my shaft with tight strokes. Well, I was certainly her boytoy now, but I loved it. The sheer kinkiness of the situation only added to my ecstasy and she knew it and enjoyed it also. We both were moaning in the heat of passion when I tensed as I came in great powerful spurts. Upon sensing my climax, Lacey released a creamy load of spunk shoving her cock deep between my lips. She pulled out causing some drops of her load to dribble from my lips down over my chin. She licked my face then locked lips with me in a cum drenched French kiss. She released me so we could lie together, my arms tightly pull her close to me in the afterglow. We spent most of the afternoon sitting on her bed listening to pop music and talking about how she lived as Lacey. By the age of 23 she had become a member of several different groups that support transgenders such as I.F.G.E. and Tiffany Club New England Through these clubs and Internet contacts she had made several close "girlfriends" that she often turned to for support and encouragement of her feminine persona and lifestyle. Cathy, who became a soft lesbian, helped her work on her walk and mannerisms and introduced Lacey to her open-minded friends that helped and supported her. One of these friends was a real woman, or genetic girl (G.G.), named Erica that had felt sympathy for her and decided to let Lacey live as her roommate for a while. Erica was a bisexual woman in her mid 30's that made a decent living in Real Estate. She would see to it that Lacey was fully acclimated and polished to living as a woman. Erica was a very tastefully dressing and a feminine but dominant woman. Erica took pleasure in seeing to it that Lacey was all woman, insisting that she live and dress 24-7 as lacey. She insisted upon Lacey having electrology to permanently remove Casey's light chest, arms, back, and facial hair, which took over a year with twice weekly sessions. She recommended (rhinoplasy) cosmetic surgery to shape her nose and then had her cheekbones and chin sculpted which resulted in her pretty and rounded face. Erica had used herbal Estrogens and hormone supplements to soften Lacey's skin, grow out her hair, and help round her hips in combination with use of a special corset. She had worked hard on Lacey's voice to insure it never deepened like that of a real man's. In addition, she taught Lacey to fully apply make-up, style her own hair, and how to shop for woman's clothing. Erica even introduced her to wearing maxi-pads and tampons in her panties like real women did, knowing this would aid in changing the way Lacey thought about herself. There was some casual sex between the two, mostly with Erica equipped with a strap-on dildo putting it to Lacey's hot bottom. Occasionally, Erica would bring an unsuspecting man home from the bar with her and feed Lacey his fat juicy cock with revealing her secret. Lacey's mind was made up - she wanted a man. Eventually, Lacey was ready for a place of her own. That was just over 2 years ago. She found it quite hard to meet men at first. Gay men wanted a gay man; straight men wanted a real woman. She had several flings with other crossdressers and found sex to be very satisfying and fulfilling. However, Lacey craved a steady relationship with a handsome man that could accept her. Finally, that's where she met me after several months of failed gay relationships. She told me that she really had fallen for me and wanted me to stay with her. I had to agree, we were quite a couple, the sex was incredible, and I was sincerely interested in pursuing our relationship further. That night, we decided to go out for dinner at a nice restaurant I wore my trendy business suit, while Lacey donned a flowered black silk evening gown cut short with a slit up the side, black heels, and expensive looking golden jewelry. Several times during our meal I found my hands stroking her sheer black silken nylons as we talked. I asked her if she had ever thought about going all the way in becoming a woman. She told me that sex re-assignment surgery was very costly and the psychological evaluations were exhaustive. Maybe someday she hoped, but for now she would have settle for hormones and her upcoming breast implant surgery. In two months she would see a plastic surgeon and have silicone implants to augment her breast to a size 36 C then after the skin had stretched, the implants would be properly filled to their correct size of 38 D. She told me that all of her role models had been larger, big busted women, which she referred to as big beautiful women (B.B.W.). I was really supportive of her plans and told her that she'd make one hell of a hot woman when she had tits of her own. I admitted to Lacey that I found her to be intriguing and our sex had been deliciously kinky. I guess that I was saying the right things to her because she was shyly blushing as I complimented her. Later, we went to a local straight bar that usually had an older crowd. We talked and flirted more over a few drinks. I noticed that she passed perfectly as a woman and no one batted an eye to us being a couple. Soon we were both hot and horny. I told her how sexy she looked in her dress and how great she felt when I held her close. When Lacey turned to me and suggested we go back to her place for some fun, I quickly agreed. Once we back in her cozy dwelling, she told me to put my feet up and relax on the couch while she changed into something sexy. She dimmed the lights before going to her bedroom, closing the door behind her. I could hear her rummaging through her closet then moving to the bathroom. Nearly fifteen minutes went by before I heard her voice calling asking me if I was ready for her. With that, she appeared and presented herself to me. There she stood before me dressed in a sexy French maid outfit holding a silver platter with a drink in the middle. "Tonight, I'm gonna spoil and pamper you 'till I win you over for good baby," she announced as she placed my drink on the table next to me. Lacey did a slow sexy twirl then primped and posed in front of me so I could inspect my prize. There I sat in awe of the sexy creature standing before me, captivated by her ravishing and naughty appearance as she stood grinning seductively, waiting to serve me. Lacey wore an exquisite black and white satin French maid's uniform with delicate white lace trim. It had puffy satin shoulders and sleeves, drawn in waist pulling tight the shiny material to accentuate her bustline black lace open fingered gloves to showcase her long pink nails, she wore black spiked stiletto heels, her smooth legs were encased in black silk fishnet stockings attached to a satin garter, and her outfit had a skirt type bottom with layers of silk and lace as petticoats. She wore expensive diamond jewelry and long dangling earrings, her perfume was intoxicating. Lastly, her hair was pulled out long, curly, and slutty to frame her soft pretty face on which she wore flame red lip gloss and done her eyes up to be dark, sultry, and come-hither bedroom eyes. Wasting little time, Lacey set me back in the recliner section of her couch, removed my shoes, and began to rub my feet. "Is that better, Master?" she asked concerned-like. Sensing the game that she had begun, I paid little attention to her and went about nonchalantly sipping on my drink. After a while, I remarked how stiff my back was feeling. Her response was to remove my suit jacket then had me lay on my tummy so she could give a slow sensual massage. Her soft hands worked magic and soon had me spread out and relaxed. Like a good slave-girl, Lacey would refill my drink, resume her incredible massage, and tell me how cute, strong, and lovable I was. I found that I really enjoyed having Lacey fuss and flatter over me. Starved for attention, Lacey sat next to me on the couch with her legs curled in a feminine manor and began to unbutton my dress shirt while she nibbled on my ear and next. Trying to resist her advances, I sat motionless as we both began to giggle at the absurdity of our situation. Feeling playful, I grabbed Lacey and threw her across my lap. I peeled down her silk panties to expose her smooth firm ass and then slapped it with a loud smack. "Ouwww," she howled half-heartedly. "That's just to show you who's boss," I snapped. Sensing my arousal, Lacey had slipped from the couch and knelt between my legs. She undid my pants button and carefully unzipped them before removing them completely to expose the black silk bikini briefs I wore. She grabbed for my hardening cock and removed it through the side of my panties, working at it with long tight strokes. "Suck it slut before I spank that ass of yours harder," I demanded through a naughty grin. Lacey parted her glossy red lips and sank them deep onto my thick cock. Feverishly, she bobbed her head, tightly clamping her lips running them up and down the full length of my hard shaft. I ran my fingers through her soft blonde hair then forced her head down on me so I could fuck her face as she gobbled and slurped my juicy cock. The room filled with the slutty sounds of Lacey shamelessly sucking cock. As I was about to cum explosively, I decided to exert my dominance by pulling Lacey's head away then spraying her face and chin with a sticky stream of warm spunk. I even forced her to lick and scoop up every drop with her tongue before ordering her to get cleaned up. I moved to the bedroom, sat on the bed, and awaited her emergence from the bathroom. I patted the bed motioning her to come sit next to me. I allowed her to relax for a moment and smoke one of her Virginia Slims while I searched through her dresser drawer that she kept her sex toys in and formulated a kinky scenario. When she had finished her cigarette, I had Lacey lay on her tummy so I could secure her hands to the headboard with cuffs. "Owhh, I like it rough master," she playfully taunted. "We'll see about that" I said pulling a pair of her silk panties out of the drawer and stuffing them in her mouth as a gag. Lacey's eyes grew wider as I produced the leather crop she had at the bottom of her play drawer. I proceeded to smack her ass several times and hard enough to catch her attention. I had decided that since I was in control that she could wait for me on my terms. Giving a playful cold shoulder to her, I left the bedroom and made my way to the kitchen for a drink. Next, I sat and watched television for several minutes while I relaxed with my drink, all the while paying no attention to my captive. In the bathroom, I removed my clothes and slipped into a black silk men's robe top with matching loose shorts then lubricated my cock with baby oil. Soon, I had returned to the bedroom and released Lacey from her sensual confines. When she tried to get up, I manhandled her pushing her down to the bed then pinning her by her arms to exert my authority. Next, I tugged up the petticoat bottoms of her maids dress then peeled her black silken panties down to expose her supple ass. I rubbed my hardening cock over her ass cheeks building an unspoken anticipation between us. Forcefully, I thrusted my ridged cock into her tight little ass cunt before Lacey could voice an objection. "Ouww," she whined as worked my thick cock deeper into her. "Beg for it bitch, tell me how much you like it," I ordered. "Ooohh yes bay-be, it feels so, so good... fuck me good hon... pleeease... I need it so bad, and it feels sooo good!" she whimpered in a sexy feminine tone. I began to pound into her ass begrudgingly while we fucked like animals. Forcefully, I grabbed her, pushing her down to her back so I could mount her from the front. I pulled her legs up rested them against my broad shoulders and spreading them to allow my cock to snake back into her tender asscunt. I exerted my weight dominantly as we began to grind away again. To an outsider it would have appeared that I was overpowering a real woman, but this was not the case. Lacey bellowed out my name in a tone of pure ecstasy as only a woman would in the heat of passion. My whole body tensed as I grasped her hips tightly before cumming explosively deep within her silken depths. Our tempo slowed to a soft sensual rhythm to finish off our session. I pulled out and lay next to her while she tried to regain her composure. After a moment, Lacey retreated to the bathroom to freshen up then changed into a hot pink satin negligee and panty ensemble to sleep in. She hugged me, throwing her arms around my shoulders and giving me a deep kiss, thanking me over and over for giving her the fuck of her life. We slept together for few hours before I woke up horny again. Lacey was awoken several times during the night to my hands tugging down her panties and my hard cock working its way into her lubed asscunt. In the late morning, she brought a warm towel to bed and cleaned my cock so she could awaken me to her lips clamped around my rigid member giving me a spectacular blow-job to start my day like she had the day before. It was early afternoon before we emerged from bed and showered. We spent the rest of the day with Lacey showing me glamour photos of herself and pictures of her transgendered friends in the Internet. She explained that she wanted to acclimate me to her lifestyle and to show me her long-time friends that she had been chatting with over the net. We flipped through clothing catalogs, websites, and woman's magazines with Lacey having me point out the types of clothing and styles that I'd like to see her wear. Lacey insisted on preparing a delicious evening meal before letting me leave for my work week. We talked candidly over our meal and mutually agreed to further our relationship. We made plans to hook up for the next week-end and go to Portland overnight on Saturday for shopping, dinner, dancing, and drinks. With a long passionate kiss and a hug, Lacey saw me off at the door. Nonchalantly, she shoved two pairs of her silk panties into my coat pocket as we kissed, telling me to "Wear them and think of me." "I will, baby," I promised with a smirk. On the trip home and during the rest of the evening, I could barely think of anything else than the time I had spent with Lacey. I had tried to settle into my normal work week routine but found myself distracted and preoccupied with thoughts of the erotic delights I had found with Lacey. It turned out that Lacey had been thinking of me also. Tuesday evening she called to tell me that she missed me and we agreed to how much we were both looking forward to our upcoming weekend together. She had me lay in bed, in just her panties, while she talked dirty to me telling me how she planned to suck and fuck my brains out the next time we met. Our intimate conversation was definitely hot and horny, ending up with us both cumming in our panties. On Wednesday, after I had gotten home from work, Lacey soon called to ask if she could stop by a little later that evening. She told me that she was feeling naughty and that she had a surprise for me. "I can't wait!" I answered. I gave her careful directions to my house, which was in the countryside. It would take her over an hour with traffic conditions from her place to mine, so I had some time to grab a bite to eat, then tidy the house up a bit, and to get cleaned up with a refreshing shower. My hair was still damp as I sat back on my recliner and cracked open a cold beer. I wore my favorite hockey jersey and sweat pants, beneath which I wore a tight pair of Lacey's black silk with lace panties. I had splashed on a liberal spraying of my favorite Tommy boy cologne. Through the front picture window I spied Lacey's car pulling into the driveway. I got up to meet Lacey at the door. My jaw nearly dropped when I opened the door and got a good look at her outfit. She stood smiling before me for a brief moment. Lacey was all dolled up like a high-class prostitute / penthouse pet! Her expensive call girl styled pointed heeled white leather boots, which were knee high in length, immediately caught my eyes. Her thighs glistened with black silken fishnet stockings with lace tops, her ass appeared firm and round in a skin tight black spandex skirt. A large, realistic bustline appeared through her shiny soft creamy red silk blouse over which, like a sexual Diva, she wore an expensive long black leather woman's jacket. Lacey wore elegant gold jewelry and long feminine earrings to accentuate her hot outfit. She had done her make-up in a tastefully erotic fashion to purvey a sense of sultriness. Her wet glossy pink lips indulgently exhaled a drag of her long cigarette that she held between her fingers that were decorated with long pink nails. I caught a gaze of her dark seductive bedroom eyes and nearly melted. Lastly, her lengthy blonde hair was softly permed then teased and styled in a wild sexy manor. She had dyed it a glistening platinum blonde. When I caught a scent of her luscious perfume combined with her hair spray my cock began to stiffen. The goddess-like creature standing before me made one hell of a sexy woman, she was the perfect marriage of feminine elegance and sultry sluttiness. She was definitely dressed for sex. I searched my vocabulary for the right words, but could only manage a measly "You're beautiful." Which was a drastic under statement. Lacey broke a brief moment of awkwardness by leaning forward for a soft passionate lip-lock. Lacey held my arm as I gave her a quick tour of my modest home while she voiced her approval of my humble abode. We stopped in the bedroom where she sat on the bed and patted it, motioning me to come sit next to her. We talked for a while complimenting and flirting with one another. While sipping on a wine cooler, Lacey told me that she had long wanted to do something kinky like dressing like a high priced hooker for a cute "John" like myself and that tonight she was all mine and would do whatever I wanted. Soon our flirting had turned hot and heavy and our conversation had turned primarily to sex. I sat on the edge of the bed as Lacey moved to kneel between my legs and tug off my sweats. She gently rubbed my throbbing cock through my silk panties then pulled it through the side to stroke it. She pushed me back onto a pile of pillows then snaked her tongue out to lick and nibble at the head before taking it whole into her warm mouth. She was giving me a heavenly blow-job when I blurted out "I wanna be your slave, I want you to fuck my ass well," I couldn't believe that I had actually said it, but that is exactly what I wanted. I wanted to be Lacey's bitch, plain and simple, and to have her totally dominate me. Lacey seamed more than pleased at my request. "Well, well," she teased. "Alright bitch, lay on your tummy." She had me strip down to my panties then left the room for a moment. When she returned, she pulled a black silk bra over my arms and chest then hooked it, adjusting it into place. She removed her jacket and skirt then presented me her small but stiff cock to suck. I sucked her in a sensual way as if I were eating out a woman. She moved around behind me the lubed my ass good with k-y working her fingers and then a like-like didlo into me. When I had relaxed, she replaced the dildo with her cock and gently eased it deeper and deeper into my quivering anus. At first, it stung for a short time while Lacey established an erotic rhythm to her pumping. Lacey's technique has a distinctly feminine feel to her fucking, not at all like a masculine presence. A thousand images and thoughts ran through my mind, but first and foremost was the absolute pleasure that I was beginning to feel. I could hear and feel the crinkling of her maxi-pad as her hips slapped against my ass while she pumped away at my ass with deliberate full strokes. "I'm fucking my little bitch" she would say in the heat of passion. I gave into the feelings I had tried to hold off and realized out loud how much I enjoyed the thought of being her little cum slut. I mean, here was this hot looking chic, who was really a man living as a woman, fucking my ass like she was a dominate mistress. I loved it !! She let out a distinctively feminine moan as she began to cum on little spirts deep within me. I had never felt so close to another human being as I did at that moment of pure lust driven intoxication. Lacey and I sucked and fucked in various positions and enjoyed our kinky playtime over the next 4 hours. We did a steamy 69 and took turns being the top for long erotic assfucks. We even watched bisexual, fetish, and S&M porn videos while we fucked. In the morning, before work, Lacey woke me up early as usual, with a great blow-job to start my day. She even gave me a small hickey on my neck like a young woman would to mark her property and show her man her devotion. We parted ways with a long kiss and our first exchange of "I love you." The week at work had been a complete waste, I was infatuated with thoughts of Lacey. By Friday afternoon, I had left work early to prepare for my week-end with Lacey. After a long shower, I groomed my body hair and prepared myself until I was squeaky clean. I packed some clothes and closed up my house before heading off on my way. I had left early to allow myself enough time to get to the florist for a dozen long-stem red roses and a large box of fine chocolates. Next, I stopped at a specialty lingerie shop called "Midnight Boutique" to find something sexy for Lacey. The saleswoman was really helpful in helping me to select a white ruffled satin teddie with garters and long white lace stockings with a pair of while lace fingerless gloves to match. I arrived at Lacey's door with presents in hand at 5:30 PM like we had planned. She met me at the door with a wide smile upon seeing the gifts that I had brought. She was dressed in a tastefully casual in a peach silk blouse and white leather mini. She hugged me for a long sensual kiss before leading me to her dimly lit dining room . She had prepared an intimate candle light dinner for the two of us. We talked openly and heart to heart over a delicious chicken and pasta plate about our growing feelings for one another. As we relaxed on the sofa after our meal, Lacey turned to me asked if I'd like to try something new ? Tonight would be a spa night and that she had noticed that my skin needed to have some treatment to moisturize and remove some oily build-up she announced. Upon agreeing to her request, she brought me into the bathroom. She started a warm shower and had me strip naked, although she remained fully clothed. She handed me a cordless hair groomer and trimmer telling me to trim all my body hair from face down. Next she had me get beneath the shower and soak my body down. She picked up her lady Gillette Venus razor and handed it to me along with satin care shave cream instructing me to rub the shave cream on all over. Eventually, with her help, I had shaven smooth and hairless my whole body from neck on down to the tip of my toes. She had me rinse off to check for spots we may have missed then lead me to the sink having me shave my face with an electric razor then a men's razor until it was smooth as a baby's bottom. By now, she had filled the tub with a scented bubble bath but still hadn't stripped out of her clothes. She told me to sit back and relax in the warm bath while she shut the lights and lit several scented candles. As I sank into the sweet bubbles, Lacey rubbed what she called an astringent facial cleansing mask onto my face. I would need to leave it on for twenty minutes or so in order for the gel mask to work properly. Lacey put on some ladies music to entertain me and then left telling me to relax for a while and that she had some business to check on. A short while later, Lacey returned with an ashtray, one of her long Virginia slims, and a glass of kiwi strawberry wine to put me in the mood. After several more minutes, she returned again to have me exit the bath and lightly towel off while she began to apply peach scented moisturizer and sesame oils all over my body and legs. When finished, she ran her hands over my smooth naked body and ass while we kissed. She handed me her secret powderfresh deodorant and spritzed my hair with sweet smelling hair spray. We moved to the bedroom where she handed me a pair of black silk with lace bikini panties. I pulled on the smooth panties noticing how wonderful the soft material felt against my smooth ass and genitals. Lacey surprised me by spraying me down with her sweet aromatic perfume. As I hopped into bed, Lacey stripped down to her light pink satin lingerie then joined me for a heated round of foreplay. As we kissed and cuddled, she again fitted me with a black silk bra that matched my panties. During a wonderful blow-job, Lacey stopped and went to her dresser, pulling out a hot pink long satin sleep shirt having me pull it on. She resumed her great blow-job bringing me to mind-shattering completion. As we sat quit for a moment in the aftermath, Lacey got up and brought back a bottle of bright red nail polish and an old towel. She asked me if she could paint my toenails. Although I'm always open to try new things, I reluctantly agreed to let her paint them after she had half-heartedly pleaded with me. She was obviously planning something, so when she was finished, I asked her as to what she was up to. "Rob, I want to dress you up as my lesbian lover tonight," she said playfully. "It'll be fun... I promise you !!" she said smiling at me. How could I resist her request? "OK, I'm game," I told her sensing how pleased it made her. She let out a squeal in delight as she got up and grabbed several bags she had put on the side of her dresser. She sat beside me confessing that the thought had entered her mind on Wednesday night when we watched the lesbian porn and that she had spent that day planning and shopping for the occasion to transform me with a full feminine make- over. Lacey began the task by gently applying three-quarter inch false nails to my fingers and painting them with the same bright red polish she had used on my toes. Next, she handed me a pair of nude tone sheer pantyhose. I rolled one the material just as Lacey had told me how to get into them. I way instantly hit with an immense erotic sensation as I felt the smooth silky sheerness once the hose were tightly in place. I ran my hands over them telling Lacey how awesome they felt and how my legs tingled in a luxurious sensation. "Now how about some tits honey," she said retrieving what she called silicon breast forms. She applied sticky gel to my breasts then had me hold them in place while she dabbed on some make-up to make them to my skin tone. She fastened a snug fitting black satin underwire bra ton me to keep them securely supported. It felt as if I had real tits as the bounced and jiggled and my arms, unaccustomed to their mass, would rub against them when I moved. I was admiring my new tits, rubbing and cupping them through my satin sleep shirt, when Lacey noticed my throbbing cock that was tenting out my silk panties. "We'd better do something about that," she said rubbing my noticeable bulge. She laid me back on the bed and gave me and incredible hand job using baby oil as a lubricant. The whole feel of the various smooth materials that were wrapping my body contributed greatly to an intense orgasm that lacy licked off of my stomach. Lacey got up and unwrapped a Kotex super maxi-pad telling me how to place it in my panties to catch any accidents she explained. She quickly resumed her task of transforming me by having me step into a black lacra waist cinching corset, which she laced tightly in the back to give me the illusion of having a feminine form. "Can I put some make-up on you ? I bet you'd look great," she begged. When I nodded my head in agreement she produced a bottle of liquid base foundation which she dabbed onto my face with foam make-up wedges. This would match my natural skin tone and help to cover up any traces of facial hair she told me. As the foundation dried, Lacey pulled out a realistic looking curly strawberry blonde wig and fastened it tightly using hair pins to clamp it to my natural hair. She worked diligently, spraying and styling my wig until she was satisfied. She grabbed her make-up bag and dumped it next to me on the bed. She began by brushing on pinkish rouge to my cheeks, then opening a powder compact to pad my nose area. Next, she painfully plucked my eyebrows to give them a more realistic and convincing shape. She traced my lower eyelids with a black eyeliner pencil then dabbed light purple shadow to my eyelids. She finished my eyes with black long lash mascara applied to lengthen my top and bottom lashes. As she worked, she told me about how her sister had taught her as the boy Casey how to put on make-up to look like a girl. Erica had also insisted that she learn to apply her own make-up like the rest of the girls. Lastly, Lacey traced my lips with moisturizing lip gloss then filled them in to fullness with slut red lipstick that made them appear to be glossy and wet. Finishing, she pulled out a pair of clip-on earrings with dangling golden hearts and clamped them onto my earlobes. Lacey stood back to get a good long look at me before leaning over to kiss my painted lips. We fell to the bed in a steamy French kiss, dry humping as my cock strained against the maxi tucked in my panties. The feelings and sensations flooding over me were an epiphany, it simply felt sensational. I loved it !! Lacey broke our passionate assault to pick through the bags she had gotten for me. She laid out a bright red silk blouse and black silken lacra mini skirt for me to change into. When I was finished, she helped me into a pair of three inch high heeled pumps. Lastly, came shiny golden jewelry - a chain necklace with white pearls and a gold and diamond heart, several bracelets, and two faux diamond ladies rings. When I finally saw myself in her full length mirror I almost fainted. I really looked good !! I was shocked and surprised. I honestly looked like a sexy real woman that most guys would love to fuck. I confessed to Lacey that I really felt great with the sensation of the smooth material caressing my whole body. I complement her on the excellent job she had done to make me look so hot and fuckable. Lacey began to change into another outfit while I studied myself in the mirror, turning to get a look at my behind. I hadn't noticed that she had pulled on a shiny soft purple silk blouse and white leather mini and heels to match her blouse. We moved to the living room to sit on the sofa with some wine coolers and smoke a tinge of pot to soothe my jitters. Afterwards, she showed me how to smoke one of her cigarettes and hold it like a woman. She gave me some pointers on how to sit and conduct myself as to not give away my manliness. She helped me to learn to walk in the heels, shaking my touch? and wiggling my hips in a convincing stride. We had a long talk about crossdressing where she re-assured me that there was nothing wrong or shameful with what we were doing and that I really did look great. "Let's find a girl name for you, ok hon?" she asked. After throwing some names around for a while, we settled for "Christy." As we talked, she began to call me and refer to me as Christy to get me accustomed to it. She even took a dozen pictures of me and her with her digital camera. A little after 8:00 PM she turned to me and said "Christy, let's go out for a while and cruise around, maybe stop for a drink later on?" I was a bit hesitant to venture out into public and voiced to her my concerns. Nevertheless, she insisted that I looked great and no one would be the wiser. I quickly gave into her argument and agreed to go out for a little while. "Yess..." she rejoiced. "This'll be great, I promise" she assured me. She left the room then came back a moment later to bring me a small black leather handbag with a thin shoulder strap. She had filled it with feminine essentials like make-up for touch ups, a spare maxi in case of an accident, and a pack of her Virginia slims. She had also brought a very sexy thigh-length black leather woman's coat for me to wear. We headed to her modest red sports car and had soon sped off into the evening traffic. I was a bit nervous at first, but lightened up with Lacey's encouragement. We stopped at a traffic light and were surrounded by other traffic. Lacey and I held hands and even kissed attracting the attention of several male motorists. We drove around through the city in the more populated main streets. We found a quiet street and took a stroll around a small park and then around the parking lot of a local mall. Although I weighed 40 pounds more than Lacey, we made quite a pair of sultry dames. My heart had beat wildly in excitement in the thought of being caught dressed as a busty vixen. But I was also excited at the notion that I loved the feeling of the silken lingerie hugging my body, the sheer caress of the nylon pantyhose, and the illusion of my feminine form. I told Lacey how much I was enjoying being her girlfriend "Christy" and that I'd definitely be dressing again sometime soon. She thanked me for my interest and promised to teach how to look, act, and think like a woman. However, the evening wasn't over yet, for Lacey suggested that we go for a drink. A short time later we had made our way into Club Heaven and sat at a table together. We ordered drinks and joined several of Lacey's friends to whom she introduced me as Christy. They were very accepting and supportive, complementing me on my good looks and my outfit. I had struggled hard all night to find a softer, more feminine voice but it was beginning to pay off as we all chatted. I danced a little trying to find a style to the rave, r & b , and techno dance music being played by the DJ by copying the others on the dance floor. Later, as we sat chatting at our table, a handsome man came by with drinks for the both of us. We introduced ourselves as girlfriends - Lacey and Christy. We talked to Scott for a while making quite clear our true identities. Scott told us that he didn't care and that he was bi and found us both to be hot and foxy. Soon ,we had both danced with Scott and were having a ball flirting with him. Lacey hauled me to the girls' room to talk to me about Scott. "Christy, let's bring home Scott with us tonight." I thought about it for a moment, but agreed with Lacey that I had come to the same club a week prior as a man in search of a man so what would the difference be? So it was settled, Scott would be ours for the night. By closing time, Lacey and I were both ditzy from drinking and perhaps uninhibited. Lacey invited Scott to come party with us and he accepted anxiously. Soon we were nestled back in Lacey's cozy apartment drinking strawberry wine and listening to music. Lacey and I kissed openly in front of Scott giving him quite a show. We sandwiched Scott between us, running our hands over his chest and ass slowly removing his clothes to reveal his lean and muscular body. Lacey pulled off his undies kneeling before him and began to lick the head of his stiffening cock. We took turns teasing Scott by alternating sucking and slurping on his thick cock. We left him for a brief time to change into sexy negligees. Lacey stripped on quickly pulled on the white silk and Lace outfit I had gotten for her. She had me remove my pantyhose and maxi and attach a black silk garter belt and ultra sheer black stockings with lace tops over which I slipped into a black silk and lace teddie. We slipped in sexy long length satin night robes to match our outfits and sprayed on a touch of super sexy perfume. We returned to lead Scott into her bedroom naked lying down onto her queen sized bed and satin sheets. We did a sexy striptease in front of him peeling away our silk robes to stand before him kissing in our silken lingerie and heels. We joined Scott on the bed, taking turns sucking him off until his cock was raging with erection. We knelt side by side presenting to him our lubricated ass for him to choose from. Lacey and I French kissed as Scott penetrated her supple ass. Lacey reached into my panties and stroked my cock with Scott ground his cock deep into her propped ass grabbing her hips for leverage. Lacey let out a soft moan as Scott pumped away in long hard thrusts. Without warning, Scott withdrew and began to mount me. I instinctually reached for his cock to guide him into my puckered anal opening. Like a bolt of lightning, I clenched my teeth as a shock of pain hit me. His cock was much bigger than Lacey's, but soon my anus had loosened up enough to accept the full length of his 9 inch penis. As he began pumping in rhythm, pain gave way to and intense feeling of silky fullness deep within my gut. I wasn't quite sure what had suddenly come over me, but I was really getting in to it. "Yess baby... Fuck me good," I hissed. "Harder... Deeper... don't stop you sexy stud," I blurted in ecstasy. I hadn't noticed that Lacey had positioned herself in front of me until I felt her cock rub against my wet lips. "Oww, take it all Christy !" she exclaimed. She sprawled out so I could suck her off while Scott continued to pump away in long deep thrusts. I felt so elegant and yet so slutty at the same time. Lacey held my face in position and gently rubbed my cheek bone to re-assure me that it was OK to enjoy the experience. I finally understood what it meant to be a woman, learning how to bring a man to pleasure and how to enjoy the rhythm that he creates. I rocked back on my knees to meet Scott's hard thrusts loving the terrific feel of the full length of his great cock penetrating me deeply. I found that I enjoyed the feeling of my "ass cunt" being stretched around his