Mallory James Mahoney Goes Missing
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It All Started One Sunday... free porn video
It all started one Sunday. The three of us sat in the living room
watching the game. Myself, my roommate James, and hid buddy, Mark. James
was sitting in his chair in the corner, his little personal space as he
called it and I was on the couch with Mark. James got up and asked us if
we wanted more beers and Mark nodded. When James left, I was caught up
watching the replay of what happened in another game when I felt a hand
slide down my leg. I looked at the hand and then followed it back up to
Mark before cringing away.
"What the hell man!" I moved as far as I possibly good to the other side
of the couch. Mark laughed.
"Relax. You have great legs."
"I d-don't swing that way man, it's okay if you do, j-just don't do that
again, okay?" He merely smiled back and James came back in with the
beers. "What did I miss?" Mark stared straight at me as he recited
exactly what happened in the replay I was trying to watch, and I was at a
loss for words and decided to focus on my beer. I remained pretty quiet
the rest of the game and when it was over and Mark left, James turned to
me.
"What's up with you man? You've been awfully quiet tonight. You're not
usually the shy type."
"Did you know Mark was gay?" I asked.
"What? No, he likes girls man, where the hell did you get that idea?"
"He was hitting on me!" James snorted and laughed out loud.
"Dude, just cause he knows football better than you doesn't mean you have
to try and knock him down a peg. Don't be so insecure dude." He slapped
me on the shoulder and walked away. "Mark gay? Pfft, that's the dumbest
thing I've ever heard." I sat there stunned and started to doubt what I
had experienced. Maybe I did feel threatened? I decided to forget about
it and I did until the next Sunday.
Our team had made the playoffs, but just barely. Tonight was a high
stakes game and it was close. I was leaning forward on the couch, sucked
into the intense and stressful match when I felt a hand intertwine with
mine. Sure enough Mark was holding my hand. I tried to pull away but he
held tight. I was about to say something but then James started cheering.
"Oh yeah! Go! Go!" and I quickly looked back to the screen to see what
was happening. The running back broke through a tackle and scramble down
the sideline for the game winning score! We cheered and I had totally
forgot Mark was holding my hand as I blushed and quickly pulled it away.
"Yeah! Onto next week! Man, that game went late, I'm gonna crash. I'll
see you next week Mark!" James nodded at me and headed off to his room. I
got up to leave when Mark caught me by the arm and spun me around. "Wh-
what are you doing?" He pulled me closer and I squirmed. "What? Haven't
you ever kissed a man?" He leaned in closer.
"N-no!" I pushed him away. He just smirked. "I told you I'm not like
that! What will it take to convince you I'm not gay?!"
"You don't have to convince me of anything. I'll see you next week." He
smiled and walked backwards to the door before exiting, continuing to
stare me down and smile the whole way out. I knew that I was going to
have to do something drastic to get him to stop.
That week I tried really hard to line up a date and I guess my
forwardness or my desperation really didn't help. Of course it reached
Mark's ears' by next Sunday, and James had gone to bed since our team
lost and was eliminated. Mark had decided to stick around and there
wasn;t anything I could do to get rid of him as he chided me. "No luck
with the ladies huh? You know you don't have to try so hard when you have
me, right?" I ignored him and instead thought of my bad luck. If I could
have just gotten a girl to go out with me, he would have to take the
hint. Of course, now there wasn't a girl, so he didn't let up at all. But
what if there was a girl? I suddenly had an idea, albeit a silly one. But
if I did it right, it might just work. "Look, I'm tired. I'm gonna go to
bed."
"Are you sure you don't want some company?" He winked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'll see you next week."
"Well actually you won't since our team lost and all. But I'm glad you're
looking forward to our next visit! In fact, James is going on a trip for
a month and asked me to help housesit and take care of rent, so you'll be
seeing a lot of me starting Two weeks from now."
I frowned and was very upset that James never told me about this. Not to
mention, I totally messed up and he thought I was actually excited to see
him. And now I only had 2 weeks to make my plan work. I forced him out
the door and sighed. Just 2 weeks. That's all I had to turn myself into a
convincing girl.
Over the next two weeks I really through myself into my project. I
confronted James about leaving for a month without telling me, and as I
retreated more to my room over the next two weeks, he left me alone
getting the sense that I was pretty pissed. Granted I wasn't enthralled
with the idea, but I was practicing. I spent a lot of money on the
supplies needed and spent most of my time studying fashion and practicing
makeup. I can't tell you how many youtube videos I watched, but I knew
that I had to be totally convincing or Mark wouldn't believe me. I threw
everything I had into it, and with only two weeks, I spent almost all of
my time practicing walking and dressing, mannerisms, makeup and even
tried to soften my voice.
Pretty soon those 2 weeks were up and James left without much of a word
in the morning. I knew Mark would be by later to set up shop and so I
began to prepare. I stripped and headed for the shower, spreading the
Nair cream I had bought, just so I wouldn't have to worry about this step
later. The shower rinsed all the hair away, and I shaved very close
making sure everything was clean and very very hairless. I dried off and
got dressed in some sweat pants and a long sleeve, just so he wouldn't
notice right away. I laid out the outfit, a purple A line dress that
flared out at the thighs, black hose and 4 inch heels. Purple and black
lace matching underwear, and the most realistic falsies I could afford. I
just hoped it all paid off. I tried to keep myself busy while I waited
but ended up getting lost in my own thoughts before I was jerked back to
reality by the sound of keys in the door. I swore and left my room,
quickly closing it behind me as Mark walked in. I made it a few steps
away when he saw me and flashed me that stupid smile.
"Looks like it's just us for awhile. Come around yet?" He smirked and I
took a deep breath.
"Look, I have to tell you something, rather, show you something. Can you
just wait here for like, 20 minutes?"
"Oh? I hope it's something good. Take all the time you need. By the time
I finish packing I'm sure you'll be done with whatever you're doing." He
smiled again, and it was off putting. I looked away with a little blush.
"R-right, I'll be right back!" I said as I hurried into my room and
quickly shut the door. I took another deep breath. 'Well it's now or
never' I thought and steeled myself to put on a good face.
I got dressed first, taking off the sweat pants and long sleeve, and
checking my naked self over once. I slid into the panties, and slipped
the bra straps over my shoulders, grabbing the falsies and slipping them
in gasping a little at the coldness. I sat on the bed and took the black
pantyhose, slipping each foot in after scrunching it together, making
sure not to make a seam. I turned this way and that and was glad at how
my legs looked, and thought maybe Mark was onto something. I shook the
thought from my head, and took the dress, unzipping it and stepping into
it, reaching behind me to pull the zipper up. So far so good.
I got out some nail polish and painted them a matching purple, having not
cut them in over two weeks. They were nice and long and looked small and
dainty with each stroke. When I was done with the two coats and sealer, I
waved them around and walked over to the vanity to start on the makeup.
I started with a blank canvas, spreading the powder over my face until
everything was even. I shaped my eyebrows, and started on my eyes. A
light purple shadow into a darker purple, some dark black liner and dark
mascara to make it all stand out. I lined my lips in a similar dark
purple, a little worried that It might end up being too much, but I did
want it all to be noticeable. By that time my nails were dry and I fussed
with the long auburn wig, placing it onto my head and fastening it so it
would stay. I brushed it out and eventually was happy with the look as I
picked up the purple lipstick and coated my lips with it, before adding a
little gloss to them to make them look wet. The powder and dark purple
almost made my face look a little porcelain, but I thought that made it
look more girlish and overall it turned out exactly how I wanted it. I
stepped into the heels and buckled the two ankle straps on each leg and
stood up straight.
'I am a sexy, confident girl. I am coming out to him as to not hurt his
feelings, and I'm trusting him enough to tell him this secret.' I
repeated to myself. I smiled. This was perfect. I opened the door, and
with one foot in front of the other strut down the small hallway, the
sound of the heels hidden on the carpet.
I entered the living room and Mark had his back to me, and I 'ahemed' in
as feminine a manner as I could manage. He turned around and his eyes
went wide and I smiled. And then:
"Finally. There you are Ashley." My heart dropped.
"Wh-what?"
"You. I've been waiting so long for you. Your legs look even better in
hose." He smiled again, and started towards me. I back pedaled away.
"I...I don't" I stammered.
"Shh. It's okay Ashley, I know this was tough for you. But I knew when
our eyes met, that you would come out for me. You're so beautiful." He
continued towards me. I continued back, bumping my back against the wall.
"I... I'm not really...' I squeaked. He stopped in front of me, pinning
me up against the wall, cutting me off.
"Yes you are. You are Ashley. You are a very pretty girl. And you're my
pretty girl." And then he kissed me. I gasped out in surprise, into his
mouth and put my hands on his chest to push him away, but he was too
strong! At least that's what I tell myself. He reached down brushing my
sides with his hands and snaking them under my legs as he lifted me up
pressing my weight into the wall and forcing me to wrap my legs around
him so I didn't fall. My hands reached up and wrapped around his neck to
I didn't slide to the side and the entire time he never stopped kissing
me. I closed my eyes and waited for it all to end as his tongue forced
his way through my lips and into my mouth. I squeaked in surprise again
and held on tight as he made me suck on his tongue. Eventually he put me
back down and broke away and smiled that stupid smile.
"You're absolutely perfect. And even your lipstick isn't smudged at all.
You really know what you're doing." I blushed and looked down. What the
hell just happened.
"Okay, let's go now," he said as he took my hand and pulled me along,
opening the front door and pushing me outside. "H-hey! I can't go out
like this!"
"Oh right." He turned around and shit the door as I ran up to it, and
with a horrifying recognition, heard it lock. My eyes went wide as I
looked right and left and to my horror saw someone coming down the hall.
I shrank against the door as the old lady passed by me, giving me a warm
smile. A shrieked as the door opened behind me and I fell into Marks
arms.
"Careful little lady. You forgot this." He said handing me a matching
purple purse. I opened it up seeing the lipstick and glass I had used,
along with my Id and some cash and things. "I forgot a lady needs her
purse and threw everything I could think of into it." He smiles.
"But... I didn't buy a purse."
"It's a gift. C'mon let's go," he says as he quickly locks the door and
takes my hand leading me away.
We get to his car and he opens the door for me, as I smooth my dress
before sitting, swinging my legs in as he looks on grinning and closing
me in. I silently curse myself for practicing so much and open the purse
to reassess my situation. 40 dollars but no keys.... I could get a ride
somewhere else, but where dressed like this? My heart sank further as I
realized I'd be stuck close to him as he had his fun.
After about 10 minutes of silence, and me fidgeting with the hem of my
dress he spoke up. "Come on Ashley, don't be so shy! Open up! Have fun!"
"I'm not Ashley!" I snapped. "I did all of this to convince you that I
wasn't gay!"
"Oh c'mon. You expect me to believe that? I see how natural you look.
You've been doing this awhile. You even act like a girl. I saw how you
got in the car, how you walk. Even still your voice is higher."
I cursed myself yet again for spending the last two weeks almost night
and day prepping. Without even noticing I had been slipping into it all
so easily and hadn't even noticed. I tried to go back to my old voice.
"It was all a ruse. I started two weeks ago I swear."
"Even if I believed you, the way you kissed me, this is you I know it,
Ashley."
"Stop calling me that! And you kissed me!"
"And you kissed back!"
"Did not!" He pulled the car over and looked at me.
"Fine, let's make a bet." For the first time, he had a serious look on
his face.
"A bet?"
"Yes. I will kiss you again, and if you don't act like a girl, and by
that I mean, you don't kiss back, you don't make a noise, you don't melt
into it, I'll bring you straight back home, tell James I'm gay and was
hitting on you, and I'll give you my car and walk home and you'll never
see me or hear from me again."
"Fine deal," I said hastily.
"Hey don't rush, cause if you do act like a girl in anyway, you're gonna
be my girlfriend from now on and you're gonna please me like one, right
here with the pretty mouth." He said as he rubbed his crotch. My face
paled and I stammered.
"I d-don't think so!"
"What? Afraid you'll like it?" He smirked.
"No of course not! Fine you're on!" I steeled myself. I could handle one
more kiss. That would be all and this ridiculous thing would be all over.
In the end I still will win!
"Good." He leaned towards me and put his hand behind my head pulling me
into the kiss. I didn't react as I closed my eyes and waited for it to
end, making sure to hate it. I didn't shriek when he put his tongue in my
mouth again and after a minute he stopped. Yes! I did it!
"I win! I said, opening my eyes.
"Yeah, I don't think so." He smirked and it was then I noticed my arms
snaked around the back of his neck.
"Wh-what. N-no... I... I d-didn't"
"You lose. You're Ashley now. You're my girlfriend, and we had a deal,"
he said as I heard the zip, and recoiled as he pulled out his cock.
"I d-don't. I can't-." He silenced me with another kiss and I was left so
very confused. His tongue snaked back into my mouth and I was so lost. I
moaned softly in frustration as I felt him place my hand on his warm
member. I opened my eyes and glanced down at it as I kissed him. The hand
was so decidedly dainty. Pretty and proper around his tool. A girl's
hand. My hand.
He pulled back from my kiss. "Go ahead Ashley, kiss it." I stared at it
in my hand longer. It sure looked like a girl's hand, but it was my hand.
But I wasn't a girl. But I looked like one. I felt him place his hand on
the back of head and I snapped out of it and pulled back quickly.
"No! I won't do it!" He got angry.
"Listen here, we made a deal and you lost. If you rather, you can get the
hell out of my car and figure out what to do with yourself in the middle
of the night. Maybe get propositioned by a guy or two? Maybe one of them
doesn't take no for an answer? And maybe he's not happy when he finds out
what's really under that dress." My face went paler and I thought about
losing my life that night, after being raped. "Or" and his face softened.
"Be Ashley. Let go. You clearly like it, and that's fine. Be my girl.
I'll take good care of you, I promise." He smiled again and I couldn't
take it. I caved. "Okay..."
He just smiled and pulled me into another kiss. I realized my hand had
never left his member. Was I doomed to this from the start? I gave in and
kissed back eagerly and moved my hand up and down. We kissed longer, and
more passionately. Eventually I felt his hand on the back of my head
pushing me down again, and this time I didn't resist. I came face to face
with it, and kissed it like he asked. He pushed lightly and my lips part
to let it inside.
"Oh yeah! That's so good Ashley. That's a good girl." I swirled it around
in my mouth, tasting the slight saltiness of it, and the feeling of
having my mouth full. I was so far gone. He lifted my head a little and I
took the hint and started bobbing up and down on his shaft. He kept
whispering to me the whole time and it became hypnotic, like a mantra I
couldn't help but repeat in my mind.
"Ohh you're a good girl."
'Yeah, I'm a good girl.'
"You're so good Ashley"
'Yes, I'm Ashley'
"You're a beautiful and pretty girl Ashley."
'I'm beautiful and pretty.'
"A proper little princess"
'I am a proper princess'
"And a great cocksucker"
'I'm a great cocksucker'
"You love sucking my cock."
'I love sucking your cock.'
"You're my prefect girl"
'I'm your perfect girl'
"You're my Ashley, and you're my girlfriend."
'I am Ashley, and I am your girlfriend.'
"You're mine."
'I'm yours'
He came in my mouth and I happily swallowed it all, not letting a drop
spill. Everything felt exactly right and then my trance was broken as I
heard a tapping on the car window. I looked up with the cock still in my
mouth at the officer who looked less then amused.
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