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FEMINIZED, FAGGIFIED, AND FIXED FOR LIFE
FEMINIZED, FAGGIFIED, AND FIXED FOR LIFE
Meeah MacKenzie & Kimmie Holland
**ONE**
Stephen Accepts His Fate—Sort Of.
?Oh don’t be such a baby, Steffie,? my wife said, pausing while putting on her lipstick. ?It’s not like you even use the silly little things anymore.?
I had come upstairs to the bedroom with the boots I’d just polished. Her boyfriend Max would be by shortly to take her out for the evening and there I was the obedient house-husband helping her get ready, just like a good chastity sissy should.
?But?but twice a month??
Diana turned from the mirror and I felt my breath catch. God, she was beautiful. How could I allow myself to lose this woman? I would never be able to live with myself.
?Yes, twice a month I remove your chastity cage and milk your sissy cream. Do you think that’s any treat for me? Do you ever think about anyone but yourself, Steffie??
?No...I didn’t mean?? I didn’t know what to say. The last thing I wanted to do was to make her angry.
?And, really, I can’t believe it gives you any great pleasure either.?
She was right, of course. Twice a month I climbed onto the laundry-folding table in the basement, propped myself up on my elbows and knees, butt in the air, while my wife pushed her fingers deep into my anus in order to ?milk? my prostate. I can’t honestly say that it felt good, nothing like an orgasm—well, how I remember an orgasm used to feel before I was forbidden to have them—but the long slow expressing of semen from the tip of my swollen and numb cock gave me at least some relief from the urgent build-up in my balls. Snapping off the lubed rubber glove, Diana never made any secret of how distasteful she found the whole operation. ?A necessary evil?, she called it. ?I can’t have you going and getting prostate cancer. What a useless pain in the ass you’d be then.?
I knelt in front of her as she sat on the bed and slipped first one, then the other, petite freshly-pedicured foot into the knee-high boots. I oh-so-carefully zipped the boots closed over her shapely calves. It was torture being so close to her beautiful body and being forbidden to touch it. My own wife! But I knew the rules and I didn’t fancy another whipping from Max.
?Just think sweetie,? Diana said, a rare note of tenderness in her voice. ?No more sexual frustration, no more guilt at not being man enough to win me back, no more of your little hissy fits.? She prodded my caged genitals with the toe of her boot. ?So many problems solved at such an insignificant cost.?
I wanted to tell her that the ?insignificant cost? she was talking about was nothing less than my identity, my manhood; but I knew without saying a word, without her saying a word what her answer to that argument would be.
After all, what manhood did I have left at this point?
I saw myself as Diana must see me at that moment. I was wearing a flowered sundress under a frilly pink apron with a big bow tied in the back. My hair was parted in the middle, the sides caught up in pigtails, and the front combed forward over my forehead in bangs. My body was as slender and as smooth as my Diana’s. I was wearing wedge-heeled beaded thong sandals. My toenails were painted bright pink. I no longer had sex with my wife—or with anyone. I was on my knees, helping her get ready for her date with the man who was cuckolding me.
My beautiful wife smiled down at me. I didn’t doubt she was reading my mind; we were still married, after all.
?So you’ll do it then. Tonight.?
It wasn’t really a question. I nodded quickly and looked back down at her feet so she didn’t see the tears that were stinging my eyes. One splashed down onto her boot and I wiped it away as quickly as I could with my thumb.
The doorbell rang.
?Run downstairs and get that, Steffie. It must be Max. Make sure you fix him his Cosmopolitan with plenty of lime zest this time. And be perky. He likes to hear you chatter away mindlessly.? Diana laughed and waved me away. ?I’ll be down in ten minutes.?
I had one hope left, I thought, as I hurried downstairs as fast as I could in my clunky-heeled sandals. The internet was full of people who fantasized about such things as I well knew. But no one would seriously answer an online ad from someone looking to be castrated.
Would they?
**TWO**
Diana Can’t Believe Her Luck!
As certain as I was that Steffie’s ad would generate some interest, I never expected the blizzard of emails that arrived over the next few days from men who wanted to nut my poor hubby. I’d had him post the ad in the personals section of exclusively gay message boards, figuring there weren’t likely to be many women interested and even less who’d have any use afterwards for a neutered sissy. You see, I wanted to find someone who might consider something like Steffie a suitable life-partner. After all, he couldn’t go on forever as my ?maid.?
As you might expect, most of the replies were from wannabes and guys just looking to role-play. There were the usual weirdoes and potential psychos. Naturally I discounted these right off the bat. Believe it or not, I still cared deeply for Steven; maybe love was no longer the word for my feelings, certainly not the kind between a man and a woman. I guess I was already beginning to think of him sort of as a girlfriend. Anyway, I definitely didn’t want anything bad to happen to him, which was one reason why I took it upon myself to screen the responses myself. I didn’t trust my hubby’s judgment in the matter—after all, he’d gotten himself in this position to begin with, didn’t he? [evil grin]—and I wasn’t sure he wouldn’t try to sabotage the whole plan in the end if he came to his senses.
Curious to see what sort of pictures my sissy hubby posted to advertise himself I clicked open his ad. I’d told him to make sure he showed himself off to best advantage. Over the last two years of his transformation, I’d taken dozens of pictures of his sissy self, so he had plenty to choose from, knowing, as I did from the start that this day would come.
I was pleasantly surprised and more than a little amused to see just how well the little fool followed my advice! I couldn’t have chosen a better selection of pansy shots myself. There my hubby was posing in a barely-there string bikini, a wispy babydoll nightie, and the French maid fetish uniform I had him wear for the New Year’s Eve party Max and I hosted last year. And, just in case, being gay his potential suitor preferred something a little less ?girlie,? Steff added a picture of himself in full-bore sissy mode—denim short-shorts, pink ankle socks, and sheer pink tank top. His cheeks were rouged like a doll’s and he wore a pale pink bandana, peasant girl-style, his bangs combed fetchingly forward. With on hand on his hip and the other raise, limp wrist turned up on level with his shoulder, he looked quite the provocative fairyboi. It was hard to imagine a gay top taking one look at this smooth, long-legged wimp and not wanting to fold him over at the waist and fuck out his tight little white ass.
No wonder there were not shortage of willing takers for his anal cherry—and his cute little nuts!
The latter Steffie thoughtfully ?showed off,? holding up the hem of a red and white polka dot sundress to present his shaved little nuts and limp pink willie, decorated with a white lace bow! A gift for the lucky taker! Oh, he was just too-too precious for words, my sissy husband!
After a further exchange of emails and narrowing down of candidates, I made my pick: a gay Greek top, hairy as an ape, six-foot-five, two-hundred-sixty pounds. Between his shaggy thighs hung nine inches of uncut male tube and a pair of dark balls, each one as big as my fist. I took one look at this prodigious pure-alpha package and couldn’t help but grin. My poor hubby! He didn’t stand a chance!
*THREE*
Stephen is Turned Into a Fairy Princess Overnight.
As it turned out not only were there real people out there all too happy to castrate a sissy like me—I had a date with one by the end of the week, thanks to my wife.
I was terrified about meeting Nikos for the first time: after all, I wasn’t gay! At least that’s what I kept telling myself—and Diana—not that she was paying any heed to my objections. She just patted me on the arm and said, ?Well we’ll see about that soon enough, won’t we? I’ll bet you didn’t think you’d ever be a sissy getting ready for his first date with the man who was going to cut his balls off either, did you? But look at you now.?
She had me there; but the, the way things worked out, I didn’t really have any choice in the matter, did I?
I paced nervously back and forth the night of my date—I kept meaning to say ?Nikos?—practically wearing a rut in the carpet until he arrived. Diana thought the sissyboi outfit I wore in one of the pictures I posted was so adorable she had me wear a variation of it for Nikos. I was wearing a pair of pastel lavender short-shorts, a ridiculously tight, half-sleeve pink t-shirt with the word ?hottie? spelled out in silver glitter across the front, and a pink scarf for a headband. On my feet I wore a pair of flat thong sandals decorated with rhinestones. The sandals had a hard sole that click-clacked with every step I took across a hard surface, drawing the eye to what I hoped—probably in vain—was a not-too-noticeable pale-pink French pedicure. It was in this get-up that my wife made me answer the door for my date with Nikos.
My eyes were level with the thick thatch of salt-and-pepper hair that sprang from the front of his half-unbuttoned silk shirt. I had to look up—and then up again—to see his face. He towered above me and his well-muscled body must have been at least twice as heavy as mine. A big-bad-wolf smile spread across his face under the thick Tom Selleck mustache. He held out a hand as large and dark and hairy as a bear’s paw. It seemed to make my own comparatively pale, dainty hand vanish.
?Steffie,? he boomed out so loud I was afraid the neighbors would hear, ?so nice to meet you.? He looked me up and down appraisingly, like a man buying a prize animal. If I’d hoped they weren’t terribly noticeable, he dashed those hopes at once by saying, ?I like the toes.?
Then, effortlessly, he pulled me against his chest, crushing me against the hot, hairy, manly-scented bulk of him. I made a small whimper of protest but it was too little, too late. He kissed me right on the mouth! It all happened so fast I was stunned and by the time I recovered he was leading me click-clacking down the front pathway to his car, in clear view of the neighborhood, his big hand resting easily and possessively on my silk-encased fanny.
Things, I’m sorry to say, went rapidly downhill from there.
Nikos took me to one gay club and then another?and then another, each one raunchier and rowdier than the last. After a while I just lost track. Everywhere we went he made a point of showing that I belonged not just with him, but to him. It seemed he kept a propriety hand on me at all times, on my bare thigh, on my ass, around my waist. In a downtown leather club, he even slipped his hand down the front of my skimpy shorts, gave me balls a firm squeeze, and looked me seriously in the eyes. ?I hope you understand, Steffie; these belong to me now.?
Diana had taken the chastity cage off me for the evening and my cock gave an involuntary little throb in his rough, masculine palm. I told myself it was only because it was so long since anyone had touched it. Nikos made suck my precum off his thumb.
There was a dungeon in the basement of the club and that’s where Nikos led me next. He strapped me into a leather harness and I found myself dangling four feet from the floor—cock-high and helpless—like a piece of meat in a butcher shop. My mouth had already been used three times by three different men when Nikos took his out of my weary mouth and spun me around so that he had a perfect shot at my defenseless rosebud.
Even with all the butt-plug and dildo training Diana had me endure, Nikos still hurt going in, but once in, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I imagined it would be from the looks of the monster he was endowed with. He grabbed the harness and used it to thrust in-and-out of my rapidly stretching hole, grunting and moaning and slapping my asscheeks as a couple of guys wandered in to watch and jerk themselves off into my face.
With my shorts and panties stripped off, my own cock and balls were bouncing around with every one of Nikos’s violent thrusts.
?Oh no,? I moaned, as I felt the orgasm building in spite of myself. ?Oh please no god no no no no no??
It was no use, my little cock twitching and it started spurting, my sissy cream pattering on the tiled floor. As I came, my sphincter naturally began massaging the big dick stuffed in my butt and with a final grunt of animal pleasure, Nikos began unloading in my bowels so savagely I was afraid I might be thrown out of the harness altogether.
It was very nearly dawn when Nikos brought me home at last. As they left for work, the neighbors were probably wondering who the wrecked-looking slut was staggering barefoot up the walk on the arm of the bouncer-type, her sandals dangling from her fingers. Nikos gave them something further to ponder when he kissed me ?good night? at the front door, practically fucking me again right there on the stoop. I had the feeling the situation wasn’t going to remain a mystery for long, even if no one had recognized me yet from my increasingly sissified appearance in the neighborhood over the past several weeks.
There was nothing I would have liked better than to slip unseen to my little corner in the cellar and try to forget the entire evening—but as luck would have it my humiliation wasn’t yet complete.
?Is that you Steffie?? Diana called from the kitchen where she and Max were having their morning coffee. ?Come in and say good morning for goodness sake. We’re dying to hear about your first date.?
If it was embarrassing enough to have experienced the events of the night before, it was a hundred times more recounting them in detail to my wife and her lover. But they insisted on hearing every mortifying detail.
?So,? Diana giggled, ?tell us. Are you still a virgin or what??
I must have blushed every shade of red in existence when she told me to turn around, bend forward, and pull down my shorts and thong panties. Both of them burst into gales of laughter when I pulled apart my gummed up ass cheeks for them and they saw my swollen, sore, and cum-filled little hole.
?How cute,? Diana squealed and clapped her hands in delight. ?It looks just like a plump little cream puff!?
?A strawberry cream puff I’d say,? Max added wryly.
Could it possibly get any worse than this? Even if they’d allowed me to keep my worthless balls, could I have been any more effectively emasculated than I was at that moment?
**FOUR**
Diana Attends Stephen’s ?Farewell De-Balling.?
Ah, but it was already long decided that my poor hubby was not going to be allowed to keep his nuts. Max and I determined they simply must go, and, of course, Nikos could hardly wait to harvest them. He thoughtfully invited Max and me to the nutting ceremony. Needless to say, we enthusiastically accepted the invite.
It was a catered affair and Nikos had hired a photographer to capture the whole thing on video. A finished DVD would be presented later to all the guests and then sold over the internet. Max and I were impressed; Nikos was really determined to do this thing right!
Steffie, the ungrateful little bitch, was more depressed and agitated than ever, but I assured him that those feelings would pass once his little sack was snipped. ?Look on the bright side,? I said, ?at least you’re going to be allowed to keep that worthless little pecker of yours.?
?But it won’t work anymore without my testicles,? Steffie whined. He really was getting tiresome.
?So much the better,? I snapped. ?They never worked worth a damn anyway.?
That sure shut him up.
Max and I arrived fashionably late at Nikos’s townhouse the night of the party. I was glad to see there was quite a nice turn-out for my hubby’s castration. I found him lying on his back, bound to the big, modern-looking table in the dining room. His hair was styled in a cute China-doll pageboy and decorated with a bridal tiara of rhinestones and frothy white tulle. He was cinched snugly into a lacy white corset done up with pink ribbons clipped to his white fishnet stockings. A pair of dainty silver sandals completed his outfit; except, of course, for the vibrating dildo clearly stuffed into his distended asshole.
Nikos decided to make my hubby and his soon-to-be-harvested nuts the table’s centerpiece. A rubber ring tightly constricted the top of Steffie’s sack so tightly the purple skin was stretched shiny. Around his tied-down body, a generous selection of food and beverages was arrayed. My hubby’s nuts looked about to burst! I’d never seen anyone’s balls so badly swollen and such an alarmingly unnatural color. I couldn’t help but wonder if they weren’t already dead.
Even so, Steffie’s cock was fully erect—even if that’s not saying much!—and also tightly banded to prevent any accidental relief from the small, egg-shaped vibrator buzzing away merrily on the little orgasm ?trigger? just below my hubby’s darkening glans. A puddle of clear pre-cum had already collected in and around his pierced navel and some of the gay guests made use of it as a sauce in which to drip their cocktail shrimp.
By the time Max and I mingled our way to the munchies, my poor hubby was in quite a bad way. He seemed somewhat groggy and out-of-it, his eyes glazed over, probably the effects of whatever drug it was that Max had given Steffie to deal with the pain and fear of his imminent castration. Still, he recognized me through his anesthetized stupor.
I eased a cube of gourmet cheese off a toothpick with my teeth and jabbed it into Seffie’s obscenely swollen balls. The lashes of his heavily made-up eyes fluttered and his focus instantly improved. His lipsticked slut-mouth trembled and tried to form some words, but it was really quite hard to hear him over the music the DJ was playing. I’m no lip-reader, but it looked as if my poor hubby were begging me for help.
Silly boi!
I lifted another toothpick to my mouth. This one spearing a small cocktail frank. I gave hubby a slow, sexy wink and dipped the mini-wiener into the ?special sauce? pooled in his navel. Then I popped the sausage into my mouth and deliberately chewed it into a pulp. A good thing the stylist had thought to use waterproof makeup. Realizing all hope was now lost, tears shimmered in Steffie’s big dark eyes. Max laughed, leaned over, and sneeringly congratulated my hubby on his big day.
?Enjoy your new ball-less life, you pitiful fucking pansy.?
One of Nikos’s guests, a friend who worked as a male nurse at one of the local hospitals, was there to direct the operation to ensure that everything was done correctly. He’d assisted at several medical castrations for testicular cancers and such so he was experienced with proper procedure and precautions. He would make the initial incision down the center of Steffie’s ball-sack, cut out the nerves and veins and stuff, cauterize the wound, and show Nikos what to snip in order to make hubby’s castration complete.
I guess this is the point in the story where the poor sissy eunuch finally gets one last chance to spurt his cream, isn’t it? Not so, I’m afraid, for Steffie. Alas, hubby already had his last cum some time ago. There’d be no more spurting for him—which had to have been most unbearable torture of all the tortures that Steffie had so far suffered, since the vibrator stimulating his straining cock to the brink had been mercilessly teasing him with relief for the last two hours straight.
Well, the main event was at hand at last. The nurse made the incision and retracted the flaps that used to be the scrotum of my hubby, laying open the sack where his little nuts were still cozily nestled. Someone thoughtfully held Steffie’s head up so he could see the moment he officially lost his manhood, but the big sissy squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head wildly from side-to-side as if trying to wake up from a bad dream. He was bawling and begging and crying for help. One of Nikos’s friends offered to gag Steffie but Nikos thought my hubby’s futile pleadings all part of the night’s entertainment.
All the same, Steffie’s carrying-on was reduced to little more than a hushed and incoherent babbling when Nikos pulled the first of my hubby’s testicles out of the ruined scrotum with a pair of long, surgical steel forceps. Nikos stretched the cords still attaching the ruined ball to my poor hubby to such a comically absurd degree it was impossible to see how it could be saved even if anyone tried. With a flourish, Nikos brandished a pair of shiny scissors to the cheers of all present, grinned down at Steffie and asked, ?Ready, darling??
Steffie had probably gone into shock by the time Nikos snipped the testicle free, laid it on my hubby’s hollow tummy, and repeated the operation on his second ball, completing his total emasculation. Everyone applauded, including me and Max. I can honestly say that in all the years we were together the moment he lost his balls as the wettest my hubby had ever gotten me! The nurse cleaned and stitched up Steffie’s wound and the party continued into the wee hours. The next morning Nikos sent a couple of men around to pick-up the boxes of Steffie’s stuff still in my cellar. I had already filed for divorce. Good thing, too; I was two months pregnant with Max’s child.
**EPILOGUE**
In Which Everyone Who Matters Lives Happily Ever After.
Every good storybook romance ends in a wedding and this one’s no different, except it ends in two. Little more than a month after Diana and Max were married, Nikos and Steffie tied the knot in one of those states that had legalized gay marriages. It may not have been exactly the sort of wedding Steffie had ever dreamed he’d take part in, but it was legally binding all the same.
Instead of a gown, the bride—Steffie, of course—wore crotchless panties and a tutu; instead of rice, ?she? was pelted with used condoms. At the reception, Nikos fed her tidbits of her own balls which had been skewered and bar-b-cued on a shish kebob. Then Steffie went from table to table thanking each guest by offering her ass or mouth to anyone who wanted to use them. Everyone had a blast—most of the guests more than once!
What more is there to say except they all lived happily ever after, more or less—in Steffie’s case, with less.
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The file said I could hypnotize myself into becoming a woman. I had to try it out and see for myself. My wife hated my dressing and maybe I could hypnotize her into helping me become a woman. Now that would be the ultimate, wouldn't it? Feminized by Hypnosis By: Rachael Free My life was getting pretty dull with work, chores at home and bed, usually without sex. We were in our late 30's and already bored with our marriage. It's not saying that were not bad looking or we let...
Feminized and fossilized. By Nasty Nana Natasha 2009. It was about ten thirty at night as shop owner Beverly Blackburn watched a rather weedy young man enter her store. Studying the young man who was about five foot six with blonde hair, Beverly realized she knew his kind, they were the kind who were out to get her, but then again in Beverly's world, all men were like that. Watching the young man who was light on his feet Beverly decided he must have been light fingered as well and...
Feminized and chastised... be careful what you wish for. My name was Vic; now she tells me she's going to have me legally change it to Vicky. My wife's name is Nancy, though I'm supposed to call her Mistress or Ma'am. She, on the other hand calls me Sissy or slave. I can' t believe I used to beg her to dominate me; this is no toe- kissing game. I started masturbating to Hustler, especially the ads in back I used to make up fantasies around the trash in the back...
Feminized By My MotherMy mom was staying in as were Jen's parents so we parked on a dark road and made out while I fingered her. Her panties were absolutely drenched when I was finished, and she rubbed her hand inside them and used her pussy juice to jerk me off, I spurted all over my pants and she laughed."I hope your mom doesn't see." She said."Actually she probably wouldn't care." I said."Oh yeah? In that case we should just have fucked in your house then.""I wouldn't push it." I said...
Feminized By Margaret Jeanette Hilary Culp was watching Robert Beckman as he delivered the mail to her desk. He was a hunk and moved so sexily and showed so much power in his movements. She wondered what he would be like in bed. He was one gorgeous hunk! Then she thought about her husband, Peter. He had been fired at work for causing a machine breakdown. He said it wasn't his fault but the company said he was negligent for failing to keep it lubricated. He had appealed his...
Feminized in the jungle By Sheena Sands Prologue "Mayday, mayday, mayday!" Those were the last words I recalled before blacking out. My plane, a plush Learjet 60 business jet had been cruising over the Amazon jungles of Bolivia, when everything went black. My name is Lou, and I was the terrified trainee co-pilot while the pilot, the attractive Captain Laura Lee had been on the controls. Our passengers included Cindy Striker, former supermodel-turned CEO of cosmetic...
Sindy spent the whole weekend with Mr Cochrane. They had sex, he took her shopping and he must have spent over $1,000 on lingerie, dresses and shoes for her. When she woke on Monday morning he had already left as he had to go back to his flat. They kissed. "I'll see you at 8.30 Miss Lewis. I am so excited about working with you." She showered and did her make-up. She opted for black lingerie they had bought the previous day. She chose sheer black stockings. Her blouse was pink satin and she...
Well, now it's time for school. Candace and I go to a small high school, not private, but because we are so rich, it is not exactly public either. The students have been screened by my fathers' security teams; they are all exceptionally bright, well mannered, not prone to causing trouble, and to add ice cream to the pie, all are very good looking. There are 40 students, 20 boys and 20 girls. When the school was larger it had state champion quality teams in boys basketball, girls volleyball...
There weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife LoversThere weren’t many people in Andee’s day-to-day life that knew about her naughty little secret. Even though she had been posing on an adult website for over twelve years, she had managed to keep it under wraps for the most part; and the people to whom she did disclose the information fell into two categories: intimate friends and persons of seductive interest.Her good friend Bella – a wild one in her own right – was someone Andee had entrusted with the knowledge. In fact, Bella had often played...
Wife Lovers100% fiction! In the previous story Brandi finds out that her son, she had put up for adoption, 18 years prior, was at her home. We were on our way to California. I was very lucky to get a flight out of Tanzania, that morning at ten. I estimated, it was going to take twenty-three hours to get to our home in California. We had plenty of time for Brandi to explain what had Happened. I had booked a first class flight, there were only two seats on each side of the isle, we were the only two in the...
Cheating WifesThis is a story about a sexual FANTASY written for consenting adults. If you're not both of those, don't read it. Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to. In real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do get sick and die. You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe. The fictional characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY - don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt. If you think you know somebody...
Dear sexstory friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on The incident happened when I was 18 years old and studying PUC in Bangalore, when a new Malayali neighbours occupied the vacant house next to our home. They...
(MMF, wife sharing) At the time I write this story Andrea, (My wife) is 36 years old, and quite a knockout. She's always been into bodybuilding and has been a runner since she was a k**. With all of the attention that she has given herself, it really shows. At her age she still has a hard body, and a deep rich "California Girl" tan. Her chestnut hair is beautiful. And her dark brown eyes seem to see right through me sometimes. My Andrea is a beautiful "self made" woman that any man would be...
Nandhini Chechi fed me her excess breast milk and surrendered her pussy to my 8” cock.Dear friends, this is Rajesh presently working in Bangalore in an MNC and I would like to share my past experiences with you people. I am a 38 years old horny man with a slightly big cock of 8 inches and satisfied many girls and Aunties from past 20 years. Any unsatisfied girls, Ladies and widows can feel free to chat with me on [email protected] The incident happened when I was 18...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Brandee series is intended for adults only. Additionally, no part of this story may be reproduced without the permission of the author. Becoming Brandee Chapter Fourteen: It was almost a year since I had been transformed from smart independent CD girl, Jenni, into sweet dumb and adorable bimbo, Brandee. It was also Halloween and the final evening performance of my promotional tour being staged back where it all started, the...
Andee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversAndee felt a little reluctant as she stared at the calendar hanging on her kitchen wall. Scribbled in among her children’s sports and music lessons were the pending dates of her fall travel schedule again. At one time, she loved the idea of jetting off for a few days every month to another distant location for business, easily slipping into her professional role as a career woman on the move; but this time around, she felt a little hesitant.Of course, a big part of her reluctance was a direct...
Wife LoversIt had been a long time in coming. Andee wasn’t sure if having to “pay up” for losing a friendly bet with her co-worker was just a passing joke in the hallway, or if he was serious about collecting on it. As a thirty-eight year old mom of two very active boys and career woman, she enjoyed a bit of adventure in her life and this was the second time in a year she had found herself confronted with a sexual complication with her friend. Without question, Andee had been a shameless flirt with Paul,...
Wife LoversAndee carefully removed the letter from the envelope. She had just come home from work to find it placed on her pillow, plainly marked "Just For You." She knew it was from her husband, as he had departed on his business trip earlier that day. And, as he often did, he had some scheme cooked up to add a little excitement to her life. This time the plan was for her to travel to meet him at the end of his trip in Las Vegas. He was attending a trade show and managed to get an extra flight. What she...
Wife LoversI had just finished my first year of college and my mom and dad insisted that I go with them on a quick summer trip to visit one of mom’s old college buddies in Austin, Texas. Normally, I don’t mind such gatherings, but for some reason or another, Austin just didn’t appeal to me. I had been there many years before and didn’t find the city attractive. When we arrived, there were the customary hugs and greetings- since our family is Hispanic. (You have to love a culture that embraces hugging!) I...
First TimeAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been … interesting. It was a...
Andee smiled as she read the text message on her phone. Before breakfast, she had sent a somewhat vague note to her friend from the night before about wanting to try Roulette again, wondering if he might interpret the suggested sexual undertones – especially after the enthusiastic round of sex from the night before. She thought for a moment, wondering just how acquainted she wanted to get with Connor. It seemed her “one-night stands” in her sexual adventure were more like weekend-long affairs,...
Wife LoversAndee settled in for another flight. Her new job had been taking her all over the place the past few months, but the light was almost at the end of the tunnel. This trip to Las Vegas would be the last for the year. The other bonus is that she only had to spend a couple days on her own, as her husband had managed to make some changes to his own plans and would meet her for a bit of an extended weekend. The last time they had been together in Sin City, things had been ... interesting. It was a...
Wife LoversAndee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Andee held her coffee in both hands as she sipped on it. Thecombination of her hangover, sexual exhaustion and lack of sleep, left her struggling to bring her mind around to some sort of clarity. Her hands were a little shaky as she stared blankly at the cup. “I’m not too sure about all the details,” she mumbled across the table at her smiling husband. He seemed to be enjoying the whole thing a bit too much and had been pressing her for some information about her encounter. She hadn’t yet...
Wife LoversMs Nandhini – My School TeacherBy KINGPHANTOMEmail: [email protected] 2Lesson – 1 – How to MasturbateThe morning after I Dry Humped our new class teacher’s ass on our school bus. I woke up hearing my older sister Nithya chechi (Starring “Nithya Menon”) calling out my name. “Shyam you idiot, come on get up. You are late for school. I am gonna tell mom, you better get up.” She shouted at me. It’s a curse to share a room with your older sister. She wants to decide on everything that’s...
Andee edged her way through the crowd surrounding the luggage belt. She was happy to finally be off the plane after the three hour flight from Toronto, but still had some peculiar emotions about being in Houston. Ever since her encounter with Don back at the conference in Chicago she had been maintaining a casual connection with him, mostly on a professional level. When she received his invitation to come to Texas for a few days to explore first hand some of the research developments his...
Wife Lovers“We’re here!” Grandma cried as she and Grandpa came through the front door with their suitcases. “Grandma!” the children shouted as quickly the five of them surrounded their Grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa hugged them all – letting their hands grab the firm young asses of their grandchildren. Grandma took special care to press her massive bosom against their chests feeling her nipples harden as she did. Grandpa’s large pecker had been hard since...
Becoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...
Andee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...
Wife LoversThe whole matter began shortly after Andee’s 38th birthday. She had made one of the biggest decisions of her life and cropped her long brown hair into a cute “pixie” cut. It was a drastic change in her mind, and not long after she began to feel that she wasn’t being “noticed” as much as she had been when her hair was long. “Men prefer long hair,” she complained to her husband one night, not long after she made the dramatic transformation. But despite his constant reassurances, she still felt...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Seven Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job. Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came over and we went through my...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...
We woke up mid morning the next day. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway. I went through...
Disclaimer: Like all chapters of the Brandee series, this one is inteded for adult readers only. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Twelve I am now in my fourth month of my tour of gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores and I am really enjoying myself. Julie came out a few weekends ago and had such a fun time watching me in my glory. She says she is going to finish up her Doctorial work sooner than expected and that we might get some more time together. I would really enjoy that as I...
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Disclaimer: Like all chapters in the Brandee series, this one is also intended for adults only. And, like all other chapters, no part of this story may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy. Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen: I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tour before getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let me fill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audience members who've won the "Win...
Chapter 1 Stephen sighed as he watched the world go by. "I still don't see why we have to move," he told his wife as he turned to look at her. "Because honey, the company is opening a new store in Stepford and they asked me to run it," Emily replied, not taking her eyes off the road. "Besides, the offer was too good to turn down and the house came as part of the job," Emily continued. "I'd thought that you'd be proud of me," she added. "And I am. Really," Stephen added as his wife...
Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...