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How Could You?
My story began a few years ago with a woman, a very beautiful woman
called Caitlyn. I met her at the Yates Bar in Charing Cross Road and that
one meeting put into motion a chain of events that changed my life in
ways I never would have thought possible.
It had been Garth's twenty-first birthday and the whole office had gone
out that Friday for a meal in Chinatown and that for drinks in the Yates
Bar. On the whole most of my colleagues were in their twenties so they
were happy to drink and, as the lights went down, dance. I was in my mid
forties, the oldest one in the group, and not so keen on the clubbing
atmosphere that the bar had changed to. I told them that it was my age,
but in truth I have always been quiet and introspective, so I stood back
and let the others enjoy themselves.
"Buy me a drink?" Those were the first words Caitlyn said to me. She
appeared at my shoulder as I stood at the bar pretending to act casual
and as if I was having fun. When I turned to her my tongue stuck in my
throat and I could only gape. She was gorgeous and she was talking to me.
I floundered for about thirty seconds before I asked her what drink she
wanted. Cat, as she liked to be called, was wearing a tight fitting black
dress with a halter neck and lace sleeves that hugged her shapely figure
and thrust her breasts forward. Her dark eyes, pale face and black hair
emphasised her, almost, gothic look. She replied that she would like a
glass of red wine and I duly bought it for her.
Once she had her wine I suspected that she would melt away into the crowd
and I would never see her again. Instead she sipped her drink and licked
the rim of her glass, her pink tongue darting between her dark lips
before leaning close and asking me if I would like to get a table towards
the back; away from the dance floor.
I nodded and nearly tripped in my eagerness to find somewhere with her
away from the mind numbing music and crowds.
Within a minute Cat and I sat alone in a quiet alcove but for the life of
me I could not think of a thing to say. She watched me, her eyes
sparkling, before she extended one leg languidly and laid it across my
lap. I stared down at a fishneted thigh and shining black boot.
"Like my boots?" she asked, leaning so close I could feel her breath on
my cheek. Shivers ran down my spine and I struggled to breathe. All of
this was happening too fast. I nodded and stammered something lame like
they were very nice. I had never had a woman come on so strong and I felt
like a rabbit in the headlights.
All of this was having an obvious effect and I found myself getting hard.
With her leg across my lap there was no way Cat failed to notice it. I
didn't know what to say or do.
"I love these boots," she was saying, taking my hand and stroking the
patent leather with it. "I bet you like women in boots like these." Her
hand left mine and strayed into my lap where she caressed my member
through my trousers. I gasped in pleasure and she leaned in. "So do you
like my boots?"
"Yes," I hissed.
Abruptly she leaned back, lifted her leg off of me and stood up. I sat
there stunned and she stood over me for a second before saying, "Well,
are you coming?"
With a nod I jumped up and followed her out. She wrapped her arm in mine
and leant close as we headed for the exit. Several of my work colleagues
saw the two of us and hooted sordidly. My cheeks burned with
embarrassment but Cat ignored them.
Outside she hailed a black cab and we after we got in she gave an address
off of Tottenham Court Road. Then she slid across the seat and cuddled up
to me.
We were only in the taxi for five minutes or so then we pulled up outside
an expensive looking apartment building. Cat left me to pay the cabbie
and he grinned lasciviously as he took my money and watched her walk up
to the front door with a sexy sway of the hips. He thought I was going to
get lots of sex tonight. He was right and completely wrong.
The apartment was very modern and, in my opinion, a touch impersonal. I
did not see one photograph of friends or family. I might have commented
on this but I didn't want to ruin a good thing so I just smiled and
accepted the glass of merlot she offered. The wine had a strange,
slightly bitter, aftertaste. She asked me several questions and snuggled
close. Somehow, by the time I had finished my first glass, she had gotten
my tie off and shirt undone. She seemed happy to play with my nipples
while I told her the boring story of my life.
I was feeling light headed and very randy by the time I started on the
second glass. I half noticed that Cat's merlot had hardly been touched
but before I could comment she was kissing my neck and rubbing my cock
through my trousers.
"You feel very tense," she cooed into my ear, her tongue flicking my
earlobe. "Take your shirt off and I'll give you a massage." Within
seconds she was running her hands over my shoulders and torso. I couldn't
help myself and giggled and squirmed as she was tickling me.
"I want you naked," she said, running her hands down my leg and undoing
my shoes. My head was spinning and I was finding it hard to concentrate
so I let her take over. As she removed my shoes she said, "I have a
friend your size, you have quite small feet."
I wanted to say that my feet were average size but she was onto the other
shoe with one hand whilst the other was caressing my inner thigh with the
other. Then she was pulling my trousers and boxers down and I was naked.
She was cuddling and caressing me. I was aware that she was still fully
clothed and that made the thrill more erotic.
I was fully erect and her fingers brushed my member teasingly. "You know
what," she whispered. "I'm a little bi and seeing that my friend's shoes
will fit you..." She let that hang for a second. I was still feeling
dazed but I knew she had asked me something.
"What?" I whispered.
Her fingers were brushing my inner thigh again, going higher and higher
so I spread my legs to allow access. "Can I dress you up? I'll be ever so
grateful." She stressed the last word and began massaging my cock. I
thought I would cum there and then but she was obviously skilled and kept
me on the edge. It was sheer torture.
"Yes!" I replied, desperate for release at that moment I would have
agreed to anything. Instead of letting me cum, she released me and stood
up. I gaped at her desperately, disappointed.
"Come on. I'll make this a night you'll never forget." She picked up the
merlot, held out her hand and led me, with dick bobbing obscenely, into
another room.
This was a bedroom and I thought that I might finally be getting
somewhere. Instead of the bed, though, she led me to a seat and had me
sit down. She examined me critically for a few second and said: "You need
a shave. Ladies don't have five o'clock shadow." It was only then that I
fully released that she wanted to dress me up as a woman. With a third
glass of wine in hand I was happy to let Cat do what she wanted.
Firstly she used a pink electric razor on my face and then my chest. She
periodically stopped to rub a flowery smelling cream and I found myself
dozing and enjoying the pampering. She spoke to me through telling me
what she was doing and how good I was going to look. I let the words flow
over me. Then I felt her reach down between my legs and I spread them
again. I felt her rubbing cream in all around my groin and at her command
I stood so that she was able to massage between my bum cheeks. It had
never been touched there before and the unusual sensations were very
enjoyable. When one of her fingers probed my hole I gasped and I heard
her giggle. "It seems we've found something you like." She said, with her
other hand massaging my fully erect member. She pressed her finger in
further and found myself bending forward slightly to allow further
access. After a few more seconds she rubbed more cream in, then stopped
to rub it up and down my legs. At one point she knealt in front of me,
rubbing cream into my thighs with her face centimetres away from my dick.
I could feel her breath and ached to thrust forward between those
luscious lips.
"I need to wash you down," Cat announced, abruptly. "Don't worry, there's
an on-suite."
Like a lamb I followed her into a well appointed bathroom and stood in
the bath and let her spray me with warm water. At first the sensation was
really nice but when I glanced down I saw that the bath was full of hair.
"What?" I just stared and Cat gave me a rueful smile.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I thought that cream was a moisturiser, but it's
a hair removal cream.
I just stared in horror at my hairless body. In truth I hadn't been
particularly hirsute but now I was completely bare. My pubes were gone
leaving my cock looking strange and unnatural. It even started to wilt
despite Cat's presence.
"I'll make it up to you," Cat promised, getting a towel and rubbing me
down vigorously. The shock of loosing my pubes had sobered me up and I
was beginning to question how I have come to this situation.
"I think-" I began but Cat leant forward and ran her tongue along the
underside of my cock. I shuddered with pleasure.
"You see," Cat said, smiling. "There are advantages to being clean
shaven." She ran her hands over my legs and licked the end of my cock. I
was desperate to cum but she did just enough to get me to the edge again.
I almost cried in frustration.
"Come with me," she ordered and I followed her back to the bedroom. She
poured me another glass of merlot and as I drank it she said started
pulling clothing out of the cupboard. Women's' clothing.
"I can't wait to have you," She was saying as she selected items for me
to wear. "This is long-time fantasy of mine but you'll love it, I promise
you."
I was beginning to feel light headed and totally out of it as she dressed
me. I didn't even think to object when she pulled out her Iphone and
started taking photographs. First she rolled an opaque holdup stocking up
each leg. The erotic feel brought my aching cock to full mast again. "I
see you like them, you naughty girl," she teased, caressing my cock. I
actually whimpered.
"No panties for you, you're my slut tonight and I want complete access."
She balled up some more stockings and used them to fill out a lacy black
bra. It felt tight and unusual around my chest and she followed it
immediately with a cream coloured satin blouse. The feeling of the shiny,
sleek material on my bare skin was electric. I had never worn anything so
sensuous. I even allowed Cat to photo me in stockings, and with the black
bra showing through the material of the blouse, in a few girlie posses.
Then came a black skirt. It was high waisted with a zip and corset tie at
the back. Luckily I wasn't overweight but it was still a struggle
cinching it tight and doing up the zip. Although high in the waist, it
only came down to mid thigh, barely covering my stocking tops. It was
extremely tight and quiet uncomfortable. I could breathe okay but I felt
very restricted. It certainly gave me a feminine figure though, despite a
certain masculine bulge.
"That's the clothes, now the makeup," Cat announced leaning back to
examine my face critically. We were sharing the last glass of merlot but
I didn't notice at the time but she was bringing her glass to her lips
and not swallowing. I now know that the wine was laced with something to
make me pliable and honey. It worked too. I was desperate to cum and
willing to do anything she wanted.
She applied the makeup carefully and I enjoyed the feeling of being
pampered. She rubbed in some foundation, applied eye shadow and mascara
and had me purse with lips for scarlet lipstick. Photographs were taken
of the whole process.
"Done," she announced and pointed to the mirror. I stared at my
reflection curiously. I wasn't that far doped up that I thought I was
looking at a woman with my face, but she had done a very good job. The
makeup had been expertly applied and in the right light I could have
passed for female, except that my hair was too short. That was solved
when she placed a snug fitting wig of blonde hair on me. Now I looked the
part. Cat gave me a squirt of perfume to finish up.
"God, you look hot!" she whispered. "I know exactly what I'm going to do
to you." She led me by the hand back to the bed and sat me down.
"Firstly, I'm going to blindfold you," she continued, tying a silk scarf
around me face I could feel her hands touching me, sliding down neck, the
side of my arm; it brought Goosebumps to my flesh and I gasped.
"I want you tied up, so I can just do whatever I want," she said, taking
by hands and tying my wrists together. "I see you like this idea too,"
she said as my cock tented the front of the skirt. She gently massaged my
cockhead and I felt my jaw shiver with pleasure. "Right, I'll tie you to
the bedpost so you can't get away."She said. I heard her moving, and the
mattress sagged and she was by me again. Her touch surprised me and I
jumped as she caressed my buttocks.
"Mmmm, this going to be fun. We're out of wine though, so I'm going to
leave you here, all tied up, and get some. The thought of you here,
waiting for me, is making me hot. When I get back, I'm going to do things
to you that you wouldn't dream of!" Then she gave my cock a friendly
squeeze and was gone.
Then I was alone.
I don't know how long I waited and I think I even dozed off briefly. At
first I tested my bonds but I couldn't loosen my wrists or raise them to
untie the blindfold. Cat must have tied them to the headboard. All I
could do was either kneel on the bed or lay flat with my arms above me
head. I wasn't particularly uncomfortable but I couldn't do anything. The
strange constriction of the bra and skirt, the feeling of stockings on my
legs, smell of the perfume I was wearing and the air on hairless genitals
all made this whole situation seem very alien and I began to realise how
vulnerable I was.
Then I heard movement. I assumed Cat had returned. I had been lying on
the bed but rose to my knees. I opened my mouth and said, "Is that you?"
I felt a finger pressed to my lip and heard a, "Shhh," in my ear. Then
the mattress shifted as the other person got onto the bed. I stayed
still, kneeling and waited.
I felt hands on my hips slide up my sides and down my arms. I shivered at
the touch through the sheer material of the blouse. I felt movement
closer and one arm went around my waist and the other around my chest
hugging me. I leant back feeling the heat of the body behind me. Rough
lips brushed my neck and I shuddered in pleasure. The warm breath was
intoxicating and the lower hand reach under the skirt to caress my rock
hard cock as a tongue flicked over my earlobe.
Surrendering to the sensations I sighed and hissed, "Yessss."
Those strong arms supported me for a long thirty seconds whilst I was
pleasured in this manner then I was released and gently push forward
until I was kneeling on the bed, head down and bum up.
The back of the skirt was lifted and I felt warm breath on my buttocks.
Hands reached up and spread my cheeks then I felt hot breath on my hole
before the unmistakable feeling of a face pressed against me and a hot
warm tongue probing my hole. The feeling was so intense. I had never had
anyone do something so intimate to be before and I cried out in pleasure
and buried my blindfolded face in the pillow.
The rimming continued some a lovely long time before the tongue was
withdrawn and then I felt a finger pushing at my hole. I immediately
tensed up and felt a little slap on the button in chastisement. I
deliberately relaxed my ring and the finger, already lubricated by
saliva, pushed inward. I enjoyed the sensation of being full smiled as I
was finger fucked. Another hand reached between on my legs and began
caressing my cock and I gasped. I was so close to cumming again, but
expert manipulation kept me on the edge and refused to allow me to
climax.
"Please let me cum," I pleaded, thrusting back onto the finger like a
bitch in heat.
In reply I felt the finger withdraw and weight on the bed shift and I was
alone. Seconds later I was gently handled and, after a few seconds of
confusion on my part, due to the blindfold, I was made to lie flat on my
back my arms held towards the top of the bed and still secured.
Then I felt a hint of breath on my face before lips brushed mine. I
opened my mouth and was rewarded with a kiss and an invading tongue. It
was a brief kiss, only a few seconds then I was alone on the bed, panting
as if I had been sprinting.
I felt the mattress dip again and one of my feet was picked up and a
second later my stockinged toes were tickled as they were licked and
sucked. I giggled and tried to relax and enjoy the experience. After a
minute or so my foot was released and I felt hands stocking my leg,
moving up past my calf and knee to my thigh. I spread my legs and my cock
was caressed against then I felt the mattress shift as it was engulfed by
an expert mouth. The warm wetness was wonderful and it tried to hump up
and down but it was no good. I had no control here. Instead my cock was
teased and caressed in agonising ecstasy. I was virtually sobbing when it
stopped. I still had not cum but I was well and truly exhausted.
Then my head was lifted and I felt hands undoing my blindfold.
Once it was gone I blinked and saw that my partner was not Cat, but a
man.
I gasped and struggled against the restrains but they refused to give. I
tried edging away on the bed but he put a hand on my hip and held me. I
was embarrassed to notice that my skirt was still up and my cock
obscenely displayed.
"What's going on?" I squealed and he smiled at me. He was a handsome man
with sandy blond hair and pale blue eyes. He was also naked.
"Well, I came home and found a delightful lady on my bed," he replied
emphasizing the word 'lady'. His finger ran up the length of my shaft
sending shivers through me.
"Stop that," I snapped, trying to move away.
"Why?" He asked. "It's my bed and you're obviously enjoying it." He was
right, I was totally hard and leaking pre cum. "And," he smiled, "it's
not like you have a choice."
"Cat's coming back soon," I said, sounding very small and frightened.
"Caitlyn." He seemed to consider this and smiled even more. "How do you
know she didn't leave you as a present for me?"
I couldn't answer that. I didn't really know her at all. I suddenly
realised that I was in a very very vulnerable position.
"I mean," The man continued. "Here you are, there's a video camera," He
gestured into the corner and to my horror I saw a camera with a blinking
red light mounted on a tripod with the lens staring directly at me. "So I
think I'm well within my rights to do what I want. And," He looked hard
at me. "I want you."
"Please no," I pleaded, but the lustful look in his eyes told me I wasn't
getting out of this.
He grabbed me by the hip and rolled me onto my belly. I struggled but he
was too strong and I was tied too tightly. He was on my back and although
I bucked about he was not going to fall off. He was bigger and stronger
than me and I doubt I could have stopped him even if I hadn't been tied.
The weight of him on my back pressed down and there wasn't a thing I
could do about it.
He let me struggle until I wore myself out and as the strength went out
of my legs he slipped between them forcing my thighs apart. I whimpered
and tried again but it was useless.
Then I felt something pressing again my hole and I begged him not to do
it. In response he started to push harder and I desperately tried to
clamp my hole shut. It was useless and he continued to push; I felt like
I was being split in half.
"Oh God! Please no! Oh God!" I was saying and then he stopped.
"You have two choices," he said. His mouth was right by my ear. "You can
resist and I'll fuck you hard and dry. I'll enjoy it but you won't and
you won't be walking straight or sitting for quite a while." He prodded
forward with his dick and I winced. "Or," he continued, "I can lube you
up, and stretch your pussy. It'll be uncomfortable to start with but,
trust me, you'll be enjoying it before you know it. All you have to do is
beg me to fuck you and I'll make sure you enjoy it. Or I'll rip you
open." Again he prodded forward with his dick.
I was beaten and I knew it. I wanted to resist. I wanted to be able to
look it the mirror and say I resisted but I knew that wasn't going to be.
The end result would be the same anyway.
"Okay, use the lube. Please."
"And?"
"And," I swallowed. "Fuck me."
"Pardon."
"Fuck me, please," I said louder. "Fuck me."
"Don't stop begging for it," he ordered as his dick withdrew. I later
found out that he had barely entered me at all, but the pain had been
incredible.
Again I felt a cool moistness around my anus and I couldn't help thinking
of how much I had enjoyed the earlier finger fucking back when I had
thought Cat was responsible. When his cold finger entered me I gasped and
squirmed. I had to consciously relax my ring but after a short while I
was stretched enough for a second finger. It was uncomfortable at first
but I adapted and was able to take it. When a third finger pushed its way
in I gasped. I wanted to tell him to stop but I knew that this was
infinitely less painful than his dry dick so I bit the pillow and
submitted.
After a few minutes his fingers withdrew and I tensed in anticipation.
"What do you say?"
"Please fuck me," I replied, blinking back tears of humiliation.
I felt his penis press against my hole again and I shuddered in fear. "My
name's Dom," he said conversationally. "Dom by name and by nature." He
laughed at his joke. "What's your name?"
"Andy"
"Hmmm. I think we'll call you Andrea then. So beg me to fuck you Andrea,
or do you want it dry?"
"No! Please fuck me," I gasped. "Oh God, fuck me."
Then I felt him push forward and I gasped in pain. The pressure was
intense and I felt myself stretching to accommodate his monster. I opened
my mouth but nothing came out. It was painful, but not agonising like
before. Then with a plop the head was in and most of the pain went. My
hole still throbbed but it was a strange, almost comforting, throb as my
anus gripped him.
"I can't hear you," he teased.
"Fuck me," I responded, "Please fuck me." I carried on babbling as he
pushed further into me. I gasped, but I wasn't too sore. Simply filling.
Then I felt his balls and pubes against my inner thighs. He was all the
way in. I continued to beg him to fuck me as he started hump. At first it
was uncomfortable and a little painful, but the faded and I just felt
full. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation.
"Use my name," he ordered.
"Fuck me, Dom fuck me." His thrusts were actually beginning to feel good.
He was hitting a spot deep inside and sent shudders of pleasure through
me. Without realising it, I found myself pushing back to meet his
thrusts. When I realised what I was doing I felt a deep shame and
stopped, but his thrusts still felt good.
"I knew you were a horny bitch," Dom chuckled and I realised that I had
started pushing back again. "I want to see your face." He announced
unexpectedly and withdrew. The sudden emptiness was a shock and instead
of feeling relief I found myself yearning for his dick.
Dom rolled me over onto my back and I saw him properly for the first
time. He was a fit looking man in his late forties or early fifties with
a good physique and a light tan.
"Tell me to fuck you, Andrea."
"Fuck me."
He picked one leg then the other and placed them on his shoulders. Then
he leant forward virtually bending me in two, but this allowed him to
enter me again. He slid in with no trouble and, involuntarily, I gasped
in pleasure.
Then he was humping me again, faster and deeper. I gave up all pretence
and pushed back to meet his thrusts. I had to admit it was wonderful and
between us my dick with leaking pre-cum against.
I was begging him to fuck me and couldn't stop looking into his eyes as
he thrust deep into me, his face framed by my stockinged legs. He looked
so powerful and I felt so submissive. Deep inside me I felt his dick
shudder and then it was pulsing, pumping warm cum deep inside me. This
felt so good my own dick exploded spraying cum all over me and
splattering Dom's chest.
Spent I laid back gasping and smiled up at Dom.
It was only then I saw a shadow to one side. It moved and I saw Cat
looking at me. Her lip was twisted in disgust and there was a sneer on
her face.
"How could you?" she demanded. Before I could reply she turned on her
heel and walked out leaving me tied up on the bed with Dom's dick still
in my pussy. I cheeks burnt with embarrassment and I didn't know what to
do or say. How long had she been standing there? Had she seen me begging
Dom to fuck me? She couldn't have missed how I had cum whilst being
fucked. I closed my eyes in despair as the last of my heterosexual pride
shivered and cringed.
"Are ready for round two?" Dom asked.
What could I say? I was still tied up at his mercy.
TO BE CONTINUED?
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