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Notebooks on Girl-Making by Salomeee Notebook I: Close encounter Chapter 4 Close to where Harry grew up is a road that leads to a place called Horseshoe Bay. There's a highway up high if you're in a hurry, but the low road is slow and winding right along the water. As one drives out to Horseshoe Bay the water is on your left. Vancouver harbor is back behind you and its mostly open water to your left out in the Strait of Juan de Fuca. Just before Horseshoe Bay there's a little cove filled with docks and small boats. There's an island not far off shore that's just big enough for a huge house. He was driving me, his fucktoy, along the road to this little cove. My hand strayed into his lap and a smile creased his face as I gently kneaded his cock through his trousers. The sky was darkening and it looked like a storm was blowing in. We wanted to take his boat out to the island before the storm break. Once inside we would be warm and dry and all by ourselves, he promised. I had already made his cock rock hard as he pulled off the road and parked the car near where his boat was moored. He glanced over and was rewarded with the sexiest grin I had as I gave his lemon one last squeeze. I remember these days as if it was happening now. Oh, Harry! How deep I was falling for you… I’m so happy that we both are finally here. I’ve been waiting anxiously for you to arrange your time and make our plans real. The road was as beautiful as you told me, even under today’s grey sky. It’s like a dream… I enjoy the wonderful sight while feeling the warmth of your virility pulsing through your trousers. I slide my hands up and down, measuring the increasing size of my prize. I’ve started to unzip it a couple times, but you told me -smiling- to wait a little, to enjoy the view. And I did, although I couldn’t stop touching and eyeing your crotch all the way to the dock. Once you park the car, you look at me as I squeeze your bulk, and you smile. I love when you smile at me in that way, as telling me what a good a sissy I have been. As you open the door, just before you start to get out, I stretch my neck to you and kiss you. We stop in a wet kiss, both mouths wide-open, tongues exploring each other. “I want to suck you so badly,” I whisper to you. You look deep into my eyes, amused, and you gently bite my lower lip. You really know how to turn me on. My hands try to hold you but you jump out, and closing the door you command me: “Come on, babe, let’s hurry or we would sink under the storm.” I come back to reality and look around. How good that you didn’t let me go on. I realize there are quite a few people out there. Fortunately, nobody is so close or has been watching. I button my shirt again and arrange my hair, which is now covering my ears and falling to the middle of my neck. As I go out of the car I see that you’re still hard, but you don’t seem to care about the bulge on your pants. Certainly it’s quite improbable that someone pays attention to it, but I admire your permanent self-control. You have already picked up the baggage from behind the car, and as you note I’m almost trembling with the cold wind of the shore, you take your coat and put it on my shoulders. “Thank you, gentleman,” I tell you. “Not quite,” you say, laughing. “Actually, I don’t want to distract the guys at the dock leaving your bum exposed in those jeans”. I fake a disappointed mourn, but actually, I prefer it so. I put these tight skinny black jeans to please you, even while I doubt my rear is girly enough to attract most males. I'm glad you liked it, though, and I write down on my mental notebook another resolution: “I have to find a way to get my butt more bubbly, like a real girl's.” Actually, I know how much you enjoy these situations and making me feel self-conscious, but I also know you actually gave me your coat to protect me from the cold, not the surrounding men's eyes. We walk almost to the end of the dock and I can finally see your boat. It’s not a big boat, but it’s very nice. As I don’t know anything about ships, for me is at least... magnificent! An old man gets closer and you greet him. I look around while you talk with him and I can’t believe I’m here. The old man walks to the log with the rope that holds the boat, and you call me. You help me jump to the deck, and opening the door to the cabin, you let me in. I take a look inside while you walk around up there. All things are made of wood and bronze, and everything seems to have some functional secret, so I don’t touch anything. I look through the window and see the old man has taken off the rope, and then I feel a noise and a trembling. Somehow you have turned the motor on. You get in, take the wheel, then move some of those levers, and the boat start moving forward. I watch you sailing the ship to turn it around. The old man waves his hand to us and you answer with a wild whistle which I don’t know where it comes from. I laugh. Everything seems to me like a movie. You look at me and say, “Come on, sailor. Would you like to try?” I laugh louder, and I pick the wheel. You stand behind me and put your hands over mine, teaching me how to do it. I lean against your chest. It’s so good to be here… You start explaining the workings of all this, bringing my hands from one lever to the other, from every button to every switch. I should be learning, but I hardly understand anything of what you are saying. I’m too comfortable around your arms to even listen. I let my head fall slowly against you shoulder, and you keep teaching me, in a slower voice, passing your lips over my neck, kissing me softly from time to time. It’s so good… I finally can’t resist anymore, and pull my hands out of yours, bringing them back to hold you closer, moaning, “Oh, Captain… my Captain…” You kiss my ear and get your coat off me. You hold me tighter to you, and I feel your hardness pushing my butt. I rest on the wheel again, feeling your hands squeezing my breast. You move your hips slowly and I burn of desire. “Captain… please…” I groan while I release my belt and unzip my jeans. I try hard to put them down, but they’re so tight that I can’t. “Let me take care of that,” you say, and kneeling behind me, you start pulling them down. I keep my breath and swing my hips to help you. You start kissing my buttocks and stretching my panties with your teeth. You finally bring it down to my heels, leaving my tiny white panties there. I knew you would like these ones. And now, oh, my… I can’t resist moaning aloud. I take advantage that we are totally alone and no one can hear me. You pull my panties to the side and start licking my ass while rubbing the outer ring with your fingers. I bend, hanging from the wheel, offering you my ass cheeks. And you gladly accept them. You open my globes wide with your hands, stretching my hole. My bent-back clit feels tight inside the remaining of the panties, timidly swelling under your treatment. Your hot tongue tours around my fleshy ring, making me purr of pleasure, and I'm happy about the new found sweet-flavored lube I prepared myself with today. “Oh, Captain! Please, take me…” I beg. And you attend my pleas. I turn my head back and see you standing, opening your trousers and pulling out your cock in full size. “Oh, please!” I cry. Then you press your cock along between my buttocks, pressing it with them, pushing it up and down. I wail in desire, feeling your hot meat beating against my ass. Then you spit over your cockhead and pushing up, you penetrate my awaiting boy- pussy. “Ahhh..!” It’s so good… But you don’t move. You leave half of your cock just there. I want to thrust myself back to get it all inside, but you don’t let me. You pull my hairs slowly, getting my head up, making me look through the front glass to the water. The island seems a little closer, but I don’t have a clue if we would arrive there in five minutes or two hours. You whisper in my ear, “Look at that, babe. Enjoy the sight. I’ll navigate you slowly, very slowly.” And I feel your cock pushing in steadily. I can’t even breathe. The stormy daylight glows on the water so strangely that I really can’t close my eyes. It seems as if the boat were advancing as you push your cock inside my cunt. “I’ll steer the boat from here,” you say, as you push another inch gently inside my ass. I whimper through my firmly closed teeth as I feel it pushing through my rectum. Once half of it is inside, you shift and press your cock to the left, saying to me, “Navigate, my ship, navigate…” I don’t understand at first, but finally, almost instinctively, I turn the wheel to the right, like compensating your pressure in my anal canal. “Very well, very well…” you say. Then you take my right hand and move it from the wheel to one of the knobs. “Give it more gas, sailor,” and you push your cock another inch me inside me. I sigh and push the knob as well. I am so possessed that I react as a machine. You pump your dick inside my ass, I accelerate the ship. You push it right inside my asshole, and I turn left, until you stop pushing. I have no idea of how much time has passed, but the island is the only thing I see in front of us now. You take your cock off my boy pussy, and I reactively stop the motor. “Let’s discharge our ship’s load, sailor!” you order, pushing me down on my knees, pulling my hairs to fill my mouth with your meat pipe. I savor a nice blend of sweet lube and your lovely precum, then I start jerking you and sucking the tip, starving after all that incredible prelude. Meanwhile, you turn the motor on again and steadily drive the boat somewhere inside the island. I’m sucking desperately, wanting your cum to overflow my mouth, but you seem rock solid, imperturbably enjoying my caress, until I hear a swift wood-against-wood bump, and the boat stops. You turn the motor off, and as the boat stops swaying, you put your hands around my head and start shaking it against your groin back and forth, shoveling your cock deep in my throat. I almost can’t breathe, but I’m so excited that I don’t care. I just want to eat your cum. And you finally shiver, shout, and get my head back, taking your cock out of my mouth and letting me jerk it feverishly, receiving an amazing flood of cream all over my face. I try to get the hose back in my lips to take it all, but you block my head, keeping it an inch away so your sperm paints me from eyebrows to chin. I keep pulling back and forth the skin around your pipe, trying to extract every possible drop. And after the last shot you let me advance just that inch, so I reach the tip of your cock with my lips, and stretching them around, I suck as hard as I can, and I slurp out some final delicious streams of cum. You grunt, and then you use your cock to spoon most of your cream from over my face to my ravenous mouth. You feed me and I eat diligently and delighted. I keep sucking and sucking until your cock is clean and it starts to soften a bit. Horny as hell, I start jerking you to go on with our play, but you pull me up and tell me, “Enough for now, sweet. Let’s go to the house before the rain comes,” and then you take your semi-stiff cock inside your pants again. With a little effort, you finally get them zipped, and then you help me with my jeans; not an easy task, either. My shirt is a total mess, fully drenched with cum, but I leave it as is and accept your coat again. You ask me to wait for a moment while you tie the boat and then call me out. The sparse light almost doesn’t come through the closed wilderness of the island trees, so it seems almost night ??"and maybe it is. You give me your hand and we start walking down a little dirt path that is hardly seen. My 3” heels are not the best for this kind of walk so I stumble a couple times, until you stop, hang the bags from your shoulder and pick me up in your arms. I cross my arms around your neck and kiss you, “Thank you, Harry”. “You, little lazy trap… Come on. I’m hungry. You will have to cook something as soon as we arrive at the house, or I will devour you.” I smile, kiss you again and answer, “Maybe is not a bad idea…” I can’t believe how nice this old house is. I had imagined some kind of vampire castle hidden deep in the heart of the island, full of spider webs and dust. The reality is actually the opposite. The house is old and big, but looks like some sort of English cottage, and everything is clean and tidy. Seeing my surprise, you explain to me that the old man at the dock and his wife take care of the place, coming several times a month to keep everything in order. The living room, right across the entrance, is huge and well decorated, with its white walls covered with fine tapestry and a nice mirror above the fireplace. A wide stairway goes up to the bedrooms, and a door below drives to the dining room and kitchen. And what a kitchen! It is really as wonderful as you promised me. Now I would have to do my best effort to take advantage of that and please you with my recently acquired culinary skills. I’m fascinated with the place, but most of all with you, so I hang from your neck and kiss you again. You hold me tight and enjoying the intimacy of your embrace, I start to scratch my leg between yours. “Don’t you ever get tired, naughty girl?” you tell me. “Never with you, love”, I answer, thrilled with you calling me 'girl'. But you gently take me away and say, “It is better that you start your job while I get some logs to light the fire. It will be very cold tonight,” and you leave to the backyard. I’m so happy… But I have to start my job. First of all, I need to fix myself a little. I rush upstairs to the bedroom, where you left the bags. I don’t want to delay, but I can’t help taking a better look at the room. It’s very nice, and watching the big bed at the center makes me… “Hurry, hurry, silly Sally,” a bell rings in my head. I have to make me up quickly and go back to the kitchen. I lay in the bed just to get off my jeans and take my shirt off. Looking inside my bag, I choose a comfortable skirt and a blouse. I go to the bathroom (it’s so pretty!) and quickly clean my face and fix my hair in a short ponytail in front of the mirror. Then I rush downstairs, take the groceries we bought and begin my assignment. I hear you enter and labor with the logs. While I heat the pan and start sliding in the rolls, I hear you moving around the house, checking if the windows and everything else is right. I feel so good. For a few days, I will have the pleasure of being yours. I’ll take care of you and you’ll take care of me. You finally enter the kitchen. “Hmmm. That smells very good, girl,” and pass your arms around my belly, kissing my neck. I love this, but I bite my lips, trying to control myself, and say “Please, Sir, let the chef work peacefully…” You laugh and leave to pick a bottle of wine, uncork it and get the table ready. I finally finish and go to the table with the dishes served, my heart beating terribly fast with the fear that you won’t like it. You look at your dish eagerly and ask, “What’s that? It seems so good!” I breathe, a bit alleviated, and smile. “It is Saltimbocca alla romana. I hope you like it”. You are really hungry, because you start before I could say anything else. I look at your mouth munching my work, and for a moment I feel I’ll pass away. Then you look at me, your eyes brightening, and nod, “Delicious! You are a really advanced student, I see”. I stumble in my chair, melting with joy, feeling my sweat dry cold, and watching you eat enthusiastically. I’m delighted. You ask me for more a couple times, and it’s obvious that you liked it very much. I can’t finish my plate, but I had two full glasses of Cavernet Sauvignon instead, glad after my first success as your consort. I bring the Sabayon for dessert, and -Mother!- you like it too. I finally go to bring the coffee, but as soon as I pour it in the cups, I feel your arms around me again. You turn me around and kiss me. I pass my hands under your sweater, caressing your back, as you hug my shoulders and my butt. Your tongue pushes mine; your lips cover my whole mouth. I forget about the rest of the world for a while, almost falling unconscious. Then your kiss slides to my ear, and you whisper, “I have another dessert for you…”, and picking me up in your arms, you get me to the living room. You put me down on the big sofa in front of the fire, and lay above me, kissing me again. I feel your weight pressing me and I get so excited that I suck your mouth as if it was my last moment on Earth. I spread my legs and your stiffness pushes against my skirt. Then you pull it up, discovering my panties already exhibiting a small bulge. “Looks like you are in need, uh?” “No, not at all,” I answer looking to the ceiling. We both laugh while you get up and take your sweater off. I concentrate in your trousers while you take my blouse and your shirt out. Actually, I forget your pants as soon as I unzip them and have my reward at hand. I squeeze it and pull its skin back firmly, making it rock solid, the crimson tip inflated as a balloon. And I devour it. You finish dropping the pants to the floor and then seat comfortably on the sofa. I accommodate myself in the floor between your legs, sucking and jerking you. You lay back and cross your hands behind your head. “Hummm… That’s good, sweet. Give me a full service while I digest your exquisite banquet.” Oh… That sounds so good for me. I’m so cheerful that you liked it that I want to give you the best blow job you ever enjoyed. I swallow your cock deep until it touches my throat. I almost choke but I resist. Then I back up and your pipe gets out of my jaw totally damp from my spit. I lick it all along while I softly grip it up and down. Then I dive between your legs, licking your hairy, stone solid balls. I suck one of them at a time, wishing for the cum that fills them up. And my tongue licks all the way up to the top. Then I kiss the tip and follow down, pressing my lips around your fabulous pipe. I keep sucking and sucking for a long, long time. Every now and then you put a hand on my head and make me stop for a moment. I look at you and you have the eyes wide shut, facing the ceiling. You take a deep breath and look down to me again, smiling. I smile back to you, throwing you kisses through the air until you press my head down again over your cock, pushing me back to work. Time flies. May be I have been a whole hour sucking you. And you have managed to enjoy it with an amazing calm, keeping it as long as possible, the whole time solid as a rock. But now you pull my hand, making me get over you. I fix my hands on your chest and let you insert your cock in my eager boy pussy. And then I fall round it. I bend and scream of pleasure feeling how your weapon penetrates me in one lethal, cosmic shot. You start groaning, “Yeah, yeah…” as I start riding you. And I do it with the frenzy of a real bitch, lighting my lust on fire. But then you slip out of my ass, teasing me: “Are you sure you like that?” “Oh! Yes… Please, my man…” I beg. You play with your fingers for a moment first, stretching my hole with both hands, making me scream. I lick my lips with desire, waiting for you to continue while I keep rocking on your hand. Then you make me stand up and kneel over the sofa, with my hands on the back and the legs wide open. You take my tiny ponytail as a handle and pull, making me bend up and getting my butt as high as possible. And then I feel your finger pulling the G string to the side, squeezing my little hard-on out to the front of my panties. I blush and quickly try to get it back into my panties, but this time you slap my hand and made let it out, peeking off the laced trim of the panties. Then the warmth of your cock pushes my asshole again. I yell in ecstasy as I feel you push your maleness against the instinctive resistance of my anus, “Yes… yes, please… Take me! Do what you want with me!” I cry. And you do. You start fucking my ass so hard that I can’t believe you were so calm before. I feel you pump my ass and take all the air out of my lungs. I just want more and more. I just want to be your perfect whore. I don’t mind anything but pleasing you. I feel a slight dose of pain because your cock is so hard and is getting so deep… But I enjoy it, because I can hear you groaning like a bear. I try to compress my sphincter around your cock to give you more pleasure. And you like it. You fuck me even harder, encouraged by my pressure, milking my prostate and making my stiff clit leak onto the couch. I have to bite the back of the sofa to resist. You keep hammering my love spot merciless, and the friction of my sissy erection against the panties is too much for me, and with a wild scream, I finally cum. The milk boiling all day long in my tucked up balls is finally released in long gushes over the leather sofa, painting thin lines under us. The intensity of my orgasm makes my anus clench like a vise on your cock, and you enjoy the sensation, digging harder, prolonging my climax, getting us in a sexual loop until your whole body shakes, and you shout. I feel your cock expanding inside me and getting so deep that I shed tears, my clit now flapping limp and tired. And your cum floods my innards. You get back and push again with every shot, groping my ass cheeks. And then pull it off and the next shots start jumping over my back. I promptly turn around and reach you with my mouth quickly enough to swallow the last two or three jets, sucking them with desperation. Once you calm down a bit, you grab my hair again and push my head to the cushion I splashed with my effeminate milk. I understand I have to clean it, so I stick my tongue and lick it all, appreciating how different it is from your manly seed. Now that it is clean, you fall exhaust over the cushions, and I get to suck you again until your cock start softening. Then you pull me up to your side, holding me in your arms, telling me, “You were so good, pretty… I really missed that, didn’t you?” “I sorely missed it, Captain,” I answer, kissing your chest. “I needed so much to feel you inside me…” and I keep kissing your neck and shoulders, avoiding your lips because I know you don't want my cum- filthy mouth, until you fall asleep. I still feel my ass itching, your cum spilling slowly between my buttocks. I cuddle myself around your body and I fall asleep with my hand between your legs, warm and cozy under your balls. The sunlight shining through the windows wakes me up. I’m a bit confused at first; then I recognize the bedroom. It seems quite different in the morning. I seat, looking for you, but you’re not here. I feel something strange in my mouth, and I pick out a curly hair with my fingers. I look at it with joy. I close my eyes and remember the whole night. We were still sleeping in the sofa when I started stroking your cock in the middle of my dreams. I don’t remember in what moment each of us awoke, but suddenly I was sucking your fat pipe again. I felt your hands pressing my head down, making me swallow it all. I stood there, pressing my lips around it, moving my tongue in the tight free space left around my lips. I could hardly breathe by my nose, but I didn’t mind. I didn’t want a single millimeter of your powerful tool out of my maw. You shook your hips a little, I pressed my lips harder, and in a matter of seconds a thick jet of semen gushed right into my throat. After I gulped that first jet down you started jerking my head and pumping your cock in and out a couple inches. I fastened my lips as much as I could to avoid missing a drop while you kept feeding me. You were groaning like crazy, commanding me to suck and swallow while fucking my mouth fiercely. You finally stopped, laying flat over the sofa while I sucked your dick dry. Then I looked at you again. You were sweaty but you looked really pleased, “Did you drink it all?” I nodded, voiceless yet, but with a big smile. “You are amazing, little whore! I can’t believe it,” you told me, and I noticed how stiff your cock remained. You stretched your arms and legs, yawning, and stood up, taking my hands, “Let’s go up, sweet. I need more room than that sofa to give you what you deserve” and we both went slowly upstairs, stopping almost in every step for kisses, hugs, and touches. Once we reached the bed, you took my dampen panties off and carefully positioned me on it, lying face down. Then you pulled up my hips, leaving my butt up, and began kissing my butt cheeks. It was hot, but I was pretty self-conscious about my ass, which was still stuffed with your seed, and my now exposed little balls and limp clit. But you definitely knew how to work around it, carefully biting my buttocks, spanking them lightly a couple times. I moaned, pleased, and grabbed the sheets with both hands, preparing myself for what would come. I felt you spit my little opening, rubbing it with the tip of your fingers, pushing a bit to let some of your own sperm to drip out. Next, I felt your thumb pushing the center and start forcing its path, wiggling in. I howled, possessed. You pushed more and more, and then started virtually fucking my ass with your thumb. It was so good! It was smaller than your cock but truly alive, and soon I felt your other thumb delving in, playing around, stretching my hole wide open, rolling into the buttery puddle of your half-dried cum. I pushed up a bit with my hands and turned my face back, trying to see you, babbling, “So good… So good… Love you… more… you… deep…” You looked up to me, smiling, still fingering my ass, and said, “Do you want to watch this? Aren’t you horny enough, my slutty girl?” “Yes… you… I’m your slut… your whore… me…” I replied stupidly. You looked around and jumped to the other side of the room to take a tall mirror, which were hanging on the wall. You left it inclined against another wall, right behind me, and quickly went in front of me, placing your face next to mine, measuring something that I didn’t understand yet. “Great”, you said, and kissed my nose quickly before you moved back again. I moaned again as you plugged your fingers in my outlet again. “Now you can watch me drill your butt, sweet. Do you like it?” you told me, pointing to the mirror. I looked and I couldn’t believe it. The mirror showed three of your fingers widening my gap bigger that I could believe. “Ohhh… so… yes…” I babbled again like a maniac, and kept watching you play with my hollow and your fingers, spitting inside it, adding to the all-natural lube. And all the time I kept watching your solid cock balancing while you moved, as well as my own meager dick, which even while getting erect was hardly bigger than your cock head. No wonder I was such a faggot, becoming a girl for an actual male like you. You are the perfect man for me… So strong and desirable... I couldn’t resist anymore and stretching my arms back between my legs, I tried to catch your cock. “Oops! Does the lady want something more?” you told me, getting on the bed and putting the object of my desire between my ass cheeks, closer enough so I could reach it with my hands. “This is self-service, my dear. You must do the job,” you told me, enjoying my dumbness. I snatched your shaft and moved it around my crater until the tip blocked in. Then I tried like crazy to pull it in, begging, “Please… please… gimme, deep... please… my Love…” I could see you smile, and then I kept my eyes in the mirror for a moment seeing you get over me and push your cock inside. I bit my lower lip trying to keep my eyes open, and I could see half your pole filling my ass before I instinctively shut my eyes and bit the sheets to resist the sweet pain that was invading me from behind. I felt your meat bar expanding all along my oversensitive rectum while I suffocated my screams with the cloth between my teeth. I almost fainted when you got the whole inside me. My eyes filled with tears as you shook back and forth with your entire tool deep inside my already battered ass and I felt your balls slapping against my buttocks. Your cock felt bigger, harder than ever, and you were pushing it deeper and deeper. I didn’t know what exactly I had done to turn you on like this, but I was paying for it, and I was willing to pay more. You were fucking me as a dirty bitch and I was almost dying with pain, but I couldn’t help asking you for more and more, feeling how passionate you were. I felt totally submitted to your power, and suddenly the terrible pain mixed with a colossal orgasm. I quivered, shouted as an animal, and my flaccid sissy clit erupted a gush of milk just before I fell flat on the bed. Then you spread my legs wider and lying on me with all your weight, you went on fucking me so rudely that I couldn’t stop screaming. I did it so loud that we would have alarmed the entire neighborhood if it had existed. May be you liked my screams and that made you burn hotter, because you promptly exploded inside me. You shouted too, although not as recklessly as I did, and your semen lubricated so much more my rectum that I felt your cock pushing ahead as if it were about to get out through my mouth. And then I just lost conscious. You awake me, swiftly slapping my face, asking me, “Are you alright?” a bit worried. “Too much… right,” I whispered. “Did you enjoy it… my Man?” “Absolutely! But how are you?” you asked me again, caring about me. “Dead of happiness, just that. I love you so much…” And I let you kiss my neck and fell asleep again, until next morning. I stand off the bed and I feel my ass still feeling sweetly abused. Smiling, I get dressed in a hurry and then go downstairs looking for you. A delicious smell comes from the kitchen, and there I found you. “Good afternoon, babe, did you sleep well?” you ask. Then I look at the clock in the wall and I realize it’s almost 1 pm! “Oh! I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I slept so much!” I say ashamed. “It’s Ok, honey. I’m just kidding. I woke up just an hour ago. We were tired after so much exercise. I made a heavy brunch to recover our strengths,” you tell me, and I see the scrambled eggs with bacon, orange juice, toasts and coffee, everything ready at the table. “Oh, no… I should have done that… I’m a terrible housewife…” I cry, feeling absolutely useless. But you come and hug me, kissing me and telling me. “No, no, sweet. You were amazing yesterday, but I know it was tough, so at least today, I made our breakfast. Since tomorrow, I’ll let you do the job”. You really know how to calm me and make me happy. You seat at the table and make me seat in your lap, and feed me like a baby for a while. Then you ask me to heat the coffee again because it’s cold now, so I promptly do it, feeling better. After a strong breakfast, you suggest going out to teach me the island and enjoy the beautiful day. The storm has gone and the day is sunny and warm. I rush upstairs to take a quick shower. After that, I make a short massage to my ass with a cream which really makes me feel much better. It still feels enlarged, but not sore anymore. Just a little sensation remains but it’s not so terrible, more like... emptiness. I open the bag, looking for some clothes and I choose a white top, short enough to leave my belly uncovered, blue hot pants that are pretty small and tight, and my girly 2” wedge heel sneakers. I look at me at the mirror from side to side and I congratulate myself for having gained some weight in the proper parts to look less a skinny boy and more like a fit girl. It’s a pity that nothing goes to my breast, which looks as boyish as usual. I go down the stairs thinking about some extreme measures, to become girlier for you. You look at me and whistle, saying, “You look foxy! Won't you feel cold outside, girly boy?” I'd probably do, but I want to look this sexy to you, and I hope that the sun outside will help me, so I shake my head. We both go out and start walking under the trees, your hand seizing mine. You show me each place and explain me how the island was born and its whole history. I love to listen to you. You are so wise and funny. We take a long walk by the shore until we reach a kind of little beach. You tell me that we have already done half the island contour. The sun, luckily, is warm enough, so I feel very good. We climb to a big stone with a flat surface on its top and we sit there, watching and hearing the waves come and go. We kiss slowly and deep, our lips and tongues stroking each others’. Then you push my head down to your trousers, hinting I have a job to perform. I unzip you and get out your already grown cock, and I sense how it expands more and more as I began sucking. I’m so happy that you order me to give you pleasure, that I dedicate all my efforts to serve you well. I pull down your skin very tightly to expand the fruit of your cock as big as an apple, and I suck it fiercely with my lips and tongue, covering it with all my spit and making juicy noises. I look up to your eyes and see you enjoying it. “Go on that way, my little slut, this is really what you do the best.” I jerk your pipe, lick and suck your balls, eat your whole cock again, until you pull me up, pull my hot pants down and make me sit on your lap. “Let's see if your tiny rear hole can handle a quickie. Tonight we are going to need it in good shape,” you tell me while you pull my bikini panty to the side and start delving with your rod inside my preemptively well-lubed ass pussy. I begin to ride over you, moaning, and you pull my top up and start kissing the nipples on my flat chest. Your big hands play with my ribs, and I hold your head and kiss your hair as you do it. We fuck for a long time, kissing and stroking each other, and after my dainty panties crotch is almost completely dampen by the constant leak of my tucked prick, you finally start groaning and shout me: “On your knees!” to which I promptly obey, and you jerk yourself in front of my face. I want to take it in my mouth, but you seize my hairs, keeping me a few inches away, and then start to shoot your cum all over my face. I close my eyes and open my mouth, stretching my tongue out, trying to catch all I can. But you shake your cock and move my head from one side to the other, smearing your semen in my forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, lips and chin. When the last drops come out, you get your cock closer so I can stretch my tongue and touch its tip. I advance a little more and reach it with my lips, closing them around and sucking noisily again. I get the last flood that remained inside your hose. “Eat all this cum from your face now, my pet,” and I start taking it with a finger and bringing it to my mouth, beginning with my eyes so I could open it wide and look at you while I go on. You’re seating in front of me, stroking your cock slowly and enjoying my act. When I swallowed most, you take my top from the floor and clean my face, and then you tell me to put it up again. As I do it I can notice that the dirtiest part is on my chest. We stand up and start walking again, and all the way to the house I can feel the smell of your cum, and somehow my bent-back clity never gets completely soft. Back in the house we go to the bathroom and enter the shower together, and after some kissing and groping, you turn me to the wall, facing it, and I feel the tip of your cock rubbing my butthole. “How’s your little opening? Ready for me again?” you ask me. It might be still a bit sore, but I don’t want to disappoint you, so I surrender. “Yes, my Man… It is always ready and waiting for you…” You start pushing and it is a bit throbbing, but I close my eyes and press my lips, resisting in silence. Then you roll my face back and looking my expression you whisper, “You have to tell me, sweet. I don’t want to break my favorite toy apart. Let’s try something, and if it doesn’t work, we’ll wait”. Then you take a body lotion bottle and pour a thick gush over your cock and between my buttocks. Now you rub your cock over my ass cheeks and around my anus, lubricating both of us. You push inside again and this time it slides in softly and easy, stretching wide my sphincter with just one flash of pain that I tolerate, and then you start pumping in and out slowly. It hurts just a bit, but it feels incredibly pleasing at the same time. I begin moaning aloud, hiding my small suffering under my desire to please you. It seems that you like hearing me, because you fuck me harder, and I can feel your cock at its full size and stiffness. You suck my ear and tell me, “You really like it in the ass, uh? What a little whore you are!” Listening you express how much you are enjoying my body ??"even in such nasty terms- excites me because I feel I’m performing as you wish, and I react. “Yes! Please, please, fuck my ass, Master! I’m a dirty whore! I’m your slave bitch!” And you answer pumping harder and deeper, shaking my butt with your vast hands, my swollen but limp clit flapping back and forth, making a flip-flop sound. You are hurting me while giving me the pleasure of feeling so submitted to your will. I keep moaning. “Yeah… humm… You’re so good… my owner… Ahhh! You’re… killing me!” And it’s true. It’s aching so much now, and however… I grab my dick to stop its flopping around and just squeezing it to let the strings of precum drop, I suddenly come to a massive orgasm, all my body shuddering in a delightful stress. My spine tenses back and you pick me up, grabbing my chest, pressing my back against your chest. I’m almost hanging from your cock, and it gets so deep inside my ass that it seems to pump more cum from my semi-erect cockette. I bend my head back over your shoulder and howl like a bitch, and you suck my neck like a vampire, and I become your helpless victim. Now I will belong to you for the rest of the eternity. Just when my orgasm starts to fade away, you make me scream again with another punch so extreme which seems touching my heart, and my loose clit spurts yet another gush of milk in appreciation, neglecting the pain, as your cum, which feels thick and hot, fills my bowels, bubbling out as you thrust your pole in and out. You let me stand in my feet again, pushing me down to my hands and knees, crouching down behind me on the tub, pushing my hips down with your hands, my butt popping up, and then you restart pumping your meat and cramming in my rectum with a wonderful violence. I feel abused like a doll, but you are my owner and I just want to serve you, anyway, anyhow. You got tired but you keep fucking me while your cock begins to soften, and as you stop pressing me and slow down, I start balancing back and forth in my all four, turning back to look to you. “Thank you, Master. I’m so happy. I love to be your whore…” “And you really are, sweet. Come on now, be good and give me a good massage,” you reply, pulling your cock out. I feel a long stream of foamy cum dripping down my legs while I slowly regain control of myself. You seat under the shower, letting the hot water run around your back, and I kneel behind you and give you the better massage I’m capable of, using that memorable body lotion. Then I wash your whole body with soap and a sponge. I finish after nervously mopping your cock, feeling it palpitate. But it seems you had enough for now, because you let me do without moving, smiling, your eyes closed under the rain. My temptation is worst than yours. While you take your turn to wipe my body, I wait tense, getting excited first when you wash my neck and chest, and when you reach my crotch and you touch my dick -which you didn't touch before- I can’t resist moaning a little, grabbing your chest with my hands. You laugh. “You never get enough, did you?”, and turn me around, keeping me with an arm around my waist and cleaning up between my ass cheeks with your fingers, making me groan again. I feel tingling again while you wash my boy cunt, and I try to reach your pipe that’s getting high again, but you stand me up and put me right under the rain, decreasing the water temperature. “We have to stop sometimes, little faggot! Cool down a little and let’s have a drink.” You go out of the shower and leave me alone under the fresh water. I concentrate and calm down a little, but I keep feeling my ass so dilated that I can’t stop thinking about how hard you fucked me. When I finally arrive downstairs at the living, you give me a little glass. I don’t remember having told you I like Vodka lemon, but you know me way better than I thought . You’re drinking some whiskey, I think. I sip a little from mine and feel lucky you give me just a shot, because I don’t want to get drunk and look even more stupid than usual. You put some nice music that I don’t recognize, then take my hands and invite me to dance. You dance very well but I’m a weirdo and I don't really know how a girl is supposed to dance, so you take me firmly in your arms and teach me. We dance and talk for a long, long time. Later, you send me to the kitchen and I rush, dutiful. I cook dinner and you eat again like a wolf, telling me that you have to recover the energy I’m draining you out of. I love to hear you saying that. After the coffee, we get to the sofa and talk for a while. You explain me about the music you’re playing in the stereo, and we keep talking for a long time and then you make me dance again. I’m still very awkward but you are a brilliant professor, so I’m learning. We start kissing while we dance very tight, and pretty soon my hands are stroking your pelvis under your trousers and yours are squeezing by buttocks apart over my dress. So you pick me up again and take me back to the room, and we fuck all night long, and I get filled up with your seed inside through both my openings, and get my good share of sissy orgasms, which feel so incredible that I start thinking that I won't be able to come again without your cock inside me. We spent another three days at the island. Definitively the bests of my life. I fell in love with you even more than I already was, and I become an absolute slave of your will. I know from now on that I would be able to do anything you ask me; no matter if it hurt me or I have to humiliate myself. I’m totally under your thumb. But, Oh! What a wonderful time we spent. You fucked me night and day, on the bed, in the bathroom, at the sofa, on the floor, at the kitchen table, on the beach, under the trees, against the walls… I sucked you so many times that I’ve already drank gallons of your beloved semen. And every time your imagination went higher and higher, discovering new ways to fuck me, each time stronger and deeper. So much using and abusing my asshole got it forcibly accustomed to your cock’s authority. Lucky for me (and for you, too!) I'm still young and my body is elastic enough, so my bumhole quickly gets tight again. I was worried at first when you got into the habit of penetrating me in a single shot, what you did it almost every night while I was sleeping, making me scream until your pumping turned me on and I ended begging for more and more. And you were ready all the time. After fucking me several times at night, one morning, while I was preparing breakfast, you stripped down my panties and melted a whole pack of butter between my buttocks and inside my ass, then bent me over the kitchen sink and broke through my rectum in a sudden strike, making me cry. Then you began fucking me with incredible violence, shaking the entire kitchen and tossing everything to the floor, except for a pot of cream that you took in your hand and splashed over my mouth, smearing it on my face while I kept crying. Then you put a hand over my face, pulling me back to you, and putting your thumbs between my lips. I started sucking it and you moved them in and out, fucking my mouth. You pushed me once more with all you body over mine, spreading my chest over the toasts and jam, and your cum flooded inside my butter filled ass, dripping a strange blend of oils along our legs. And you went on fucking me until your pipe, finally satiated, began to calm. Then you pulled out, grabbed my hairs and put me on duty to clean your cock, balls and legs. When I finished licking your feet, you left me, ordering me to clean up the mess. I stood there on the floor for a moment, feeling absolutely dirty and humiliated, but so aroused being treated as a bitch by you, that I had a hard time tucking myself again inside my thong, because my clit didn't stay flat. Then I promptly made breakfast again for you, fixing up myself in the meantime, and carried the plate to the living where you were seated, awaiting. I came back to the kitchen and washed everything before you came and told me “Good job, maid,” looking around and nodding in approval. “You are behaving very well. You’ll have your reward later.” And I had it, of course. One night you bent me over the sofa from behind, my butt at the top and my body falling down until my head almost reached the carpet on the floor. Then you spread my legs and gasping my hips, you spitted on my bottom hole and pushed your rod inside and fucked me for half an hour. I have to keep my hands on the floor all the time to avoid beating my face. And, at the last second, you took your pole out of my hole and unloaded most of your cum over my butt, then placed your shaft between my buttocks and pressing them with your hands, squeezed the hose until the last flood of cum jumped over my back. As usual, you made me lick you clean, but instructed me to let your cum dry over my body while we went outside for a walk, you in khaki shorts and me naked, to enjoy the sunny day. So it started my other “around-the-clock” service. We could be walking, eating, sleeping, talking, or whatever and you suddenly would told me: “Come here”, unzipping your pants, and I know I have to kneel down and suck your cock. Sometimes you came in my mouth and made me swallow it all, sometimes you would pull out and spread your jizm all over my face, hair or chest. Or you made me turn around and stretching my panties, you unloaded between my ass cheeks, fastening them back, leaving my butt wet for a long time, while I had to prepare lunch or dinner. You were treating me like a girl, most of the time, although you used words like “fag” or “sissy” mixed with “slut”, “whore” or “bitch” in the heat of sex, and the strange blend of humiliation, feminization and tenderness was completely weird and baffling for me, but... I really spent the best days of my life, and decided to become your full- time sex slave one way or the other, staying at your disposition all the time somehow to please you, even away from the safety of this little private paradise, which we might not visit ever more. After leaving the island, you drove me to the airport, and after parking the car, you looked at me, waiting for a last blowjob, which I performed with desperation. In the end, you told me to pull open the t-shirt under my sweater, and stretching it out, you unloaded a huge torrent of cum over my chest and made me cover again. I could feel my t-shirt damp with semen and I was worried it would probably start permeate my sweater, but you made me enter the airport and get on the plane to Boston that way. I could smell your perfume all the way back home.