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Claire opened the bag. Inside was an array of leather and steel accessories of a decidedly kinky nature. As I examined the pieces before me, Claire explained that Ulrich was also known for providing the local BSDM scene in our area with gear in addition to corsets, and she had placed a special order. A neck collar with a large D ring set in black and blue leather to match my corset was on top, with a curious arm sleave thing with round leather balls where the hands would go below that. The array of straps and buckles on that one was truly awe inspiring. Below that was a shiny metal chain with a clip on the end and a leash handle, a series of what looked to be gags, and a couple of leg cuffs, also with large D rings. At the bottom there was a pair of leather crotchless panties with a strange black opaque mesh piece in the back. A small pouch of accessories off to the side promised other discoveries yet to come. Claire and I had toyed with various BSDM type activities in our explorations, but usually using the odd piece of rope, or silk handkerchiefs, handcuffs to the bed, the like. I knew she was into things like this, but I was surprised she was able to sneak this all the way to Paris without me noticing. Claire looked at me, and looked at the items on the bed. "Nice, huh? I bet you are going to look so hot in that tomorrow!" she said with a seductive batt of her eyelashes. She vanished again back to her suitcase and returned with a second mystery bag. "And here's what I'll be wearing!" she said with a flourish as she pulled out a black shiny vinyl jumper. I could see other items in the little bag, but she chose not to reveal them just yet. It was getting late, and Claire declared that we had an early start tomorrow if we were going to get ready in time for the opening, so we cleared the bed and climbed in together. Claire was feeling particularly frisky and paid special attention to my nipples and suddenly stone filled phallus. She teased fingers in and out of my inviting ass as she played, but made no move to go further there despite my hinting. "Shhh, tomorrow you will get your fill." she said, with a knowing smile. I reciprocated the attention, and soon we found ourselves in a numerically superior position, my head buried in her crotch and hers in mine as we sucked and slurped our way towards a mutual climax. I used my quickly advancing tongue skills to draw lazy rings around her labial rings, pausing to flick her clit ring here or there. Lazy exploration gave way to more urgent strokes as I worked my tongue stud up and down the inside of her labia. Her juices tasted sweet as always, with just a hint of salty goodness that I loved to sample. Like a busy little bee, I tended to her moist flower, inching ever closer to her clitoris until finally I started to lap at it in a regular rhythm the way Claire so very loved to feel. Her own strokes on my cock were very close to causing an eruption, and I moaned as she brought me nearer. "I'm sooo close, I'm about to Cum baby! Your mouth feels unbelievable!" I cried with passion in between strokes on her with my tongue. She panted that she was very near as well, and I felt her start to gush in my mouth as a ribbon of my own cum shot out onto my inner thighs. We both cleaned each other, then made out until we were too sleepy to stay awake a minute more. The very next morning, I awoke to the sound of Claire moving around the room, setting up a makeup bench and putting out more tools of feminine beauty than I knew we even owned. We quickly showered together, and Claire brought an enema bottle in with us and efficiently cleaned out both our rear love canals very thoroughly. My questions about the unusual extra cleaning were met with a silent grin. After showering and getting into matching bathrobes, we opted for a light liquid breakfast of orange juice and a couple of eggs. Claire then announced that we were ready to proceed with my transformation for the day. She started with my makeup, a pale white foundation wash, with just a hint of blue rouge on my cheeks. She extended and dramatized my permanent eyebrows and eyeliner, opting to draw in a few extra dots and whorls, along with a forehead dot series and some chin artwork. The appearance was very similar to that of a tattoo. She followed with matte black lipstick, with a tiny piece of tape leaving a thin strip of my lower lip covered. She pulled the tape away revealing a thin lavender strip in between black luscious lip. I looked very exotic already, and she wasn't half done. After spraying me with a quick coat of makeup set that should last the day, she proceeds to attach what I discovered were eyelash extensions, which gave me an even more dramatic look. She pulled out a set of decorative contact lenses for me, and I soon had some very otherworldly looking pale lavender eyes. The contacts definitely took some getting used to, but I soon adjusted. A couple more stick-on temporary tattoos, one on my chest nestled between my large breasts, one on the back of my neck, and one on my lower back completed my artwork for the day. Claire informed me they would last a couple of days, or I could wash them off with water mixed with vinegar whenever I was ready. I liked how the tramp stamp piece in particular covered the scars from my ribs. The corset would of course cover most of it, but just enough would show. After that, she braided my hair into a pony tail, set off the back of my head with a silver clasp ring of some sort. She placed a matching ring at the tip of the braid. She placed a red rubber ball gag loosely draped below my chin for now, then had me put on a black lacey bra and my corset. She handed me a tight fitting at the chest white baby doll t- shirt with "Ask me about my Reroute" in cursive black letters on the front. "You like?" she asked, a bit nervous as to my reaction. "I have others if that one is too much." she continued. I hugged it to myself and quickly pulled it on. The material stretched over my breasts, following every curve, but flared away at my midriff, as if inviting anyone to look up and see what goods I might be covering up. "OK, now for some of the fun bits!" said Claire. She returned with a very unusual looking butt plug. It was hollow, with a bottom mesh cap where a jewel might have otherwise sat in the flared base. a strange tube like a blood pressure cuff ran up to the front of the somewhat pointed conic nose. There was another round air bladder running around the base of the plug that seemed to not be connected to anything. Claire held it up for inspection, before lubing it up and sliding the entire contraption into my waiting and willing ass. I soon found that the tube was used to inflate the plug for a fuller fit. Claire pumped the front portion up a few times until it was very full, but not uncomfortably so. The hollow section felt very strange, as air was able to move in and out inside my anus with no restriction. It felt as if I had my ass cheeks held apart by a pair of invisible hands, open to the world. Claire asked "So, what do you think? Walk around a bit!" I complied, and discovered another clever feature of this plug. As I walked around, my butt cheeks pushed in and out on the bladder on the stem of the plug, which pushed tiny jets of air straight into my gaping hole. That was going to take a bit of getting used to. Claire went on to explain that the lower mesh would capture any large accidents. Now she slipped on the leather crotchless panty, and I could finally see what the mesh section in the back was for. A garter belt and bright Trans flag-colored striped stockings soon followed, as well as a smooth calfskin skirt topped with a black studded wide belt with its own D-ring anchors. Claire lifted my skirt up. "I'm not sure if you will like this next piece or not, but I thought you might like to get some insight into why I like the fetish." she said, pulling a small plastic and pink male chastity cage from out of her bag. It took a while to get it fitted, as I apparently did indeed like it a little, and my hard member did not want to go down. As we didn't have much time to solve the matter the traditional way, some suitably applied ice from the breakfast bucket of chilled orange juice in a bottle did the trick, and I found myself suddenly very aware of things that turned me on, and right that morning everything did. The chastity belt thus installed and locked, Claire put the key on a necklace that placed it very much in view between her perfect ample breasts. Claire continued to accessorize my outfit. She had a pair of chains set up to run from my nostril piercings, back to my cheek studs, and back to both of my ears. A pair of leg cuffs with a fairly long chain between them went over my lovely stockings, not really hindering my movement as we would be walking the convention floor quite a bit, but certainly visible to everyone. The pair of high heels she provided would be hindrance enough, not to mention their little locking straps. I did like the black bow with the tiny silver skulls in the middle on the front of them though. Claire locked them in place. I eyed the arm contraption still sitting on the bed, and Claire said "later, I need you to help me get ready. She clipped the long dog chain lead onto my neck collar, then looped the end up out of the way on my shoulder for now. Claire applied similar makeup and exotic tattoo like markings to her face, but applied a gloss red lip instead, and the markings looked much more severe. She explained she was going for a dominatrix like look. She knew it was out of character for her, but she wanted to take the time to play that way while off in a foreign land on an adventure, and she thought I might like the thrill. I did like the thrill of it, and I let her know with a quick kiss. I winced as my erection tried to come back once more. Claire winced in sympathy. "That's one aspect of chastity that us innie equipped girls don't have to deal with. if it gets to be too much let me know ok?" she asked. I said that I would. Claire continued her preparations, sprinkling baby powder on to her new PVC jumper Catsuit for easier entry, and sliding a moderately sized plug into her own rear end, the soft rubber with a hard core disappearing into her butter smooth crack. The shiny black plastic looking suit was festooned with bright silver and chrome fasteners and buckles. I helped her get them all adjusted just right. The outfit ended at the shoulders with a simple strap that continued up into the rubber equivalent of a turtleneck with a deep V between her ample bosom. With no bra in sight, her nipples and rings were clearly outlined, and erect as I had ever seen them. She handed me a pair of arm length gloves of the same material to help her into. A pair of coiled silver bicep cuffs completed the ensemble above the waist. Below, she strapped on the tallest set of heals I have ever seen. She looked a little out of practice in them at first, but was soon walking around with ease, and even attempted a couple of dance moves. It was an odd feeling suddenly having a girlfriend slightly taller than me in my own shorter heels. Claire also donned the strap on harness over her outfit, minus its usual appendage. The flat circular disk on the front leaving no question what it was for to the initiated. She twirled around, and asked "How do I look?" "Like the pure manifestation of the goddess of lust herself!" I enthusiastically replied. Claire shot me a smile to melt my heart. I winced again as Ms. happy made herself known down below once more. Finally, ready, we applied the last bit of my costume for the day. Claire helped me into the restrictive arm binders, my hands entering the two fist balls. I soon found my arms attached to my waist via the D rings on the belt, and cinched together in the back. I was helpless to move them. I was a little bit nervous going out in public like that, but excited too. Claire reached into her bag and pulled out a small bell, and attached it to the PA outside my chastity below my skirt. As I moved you could just hear a tiny little tinkle. That, coupled with the jets of air up my who-ha was very distracting. We left the ball gag dangling for now, as Claire and I both wanted to be able to talk. Claire picked up a short riding crop from her suitcase, relocated my tiny ID wallet from my purse to a convenient hidden pocket back nestled between my arms behind my back along with her own, and we headed out into the hotel hallway, Claire leading me by my leash. Every so often she would stop to tap my ass with her riding crop, just hard enough to make a sound and make me jump a bit. As we made our way down to the elevator, we were definitely not the only ones so dressed. It was a strange contrast of normal holidaymakers and tourists in summer travel clothes, and a slow trickle of people and couples in fetish ware of all types. They increased in density the closer we got to the convention center main floor. Claire and I gawked and marveled like the tourists we were, and were really surprised when more than a few people asked to take pictures of and or with us, which was very flattering. The conference floor was divided into several sections, with one area for new products and vendors, an area for education and demonstrations of technique, and the headliner of the event, row after row of adult film stars and minor associated celebrities of all sorts out promoting their new work for the judging ceremony later in the week. We decided to save souvenir shopping for a bit later in the afternoon, and made our way through the educational and demonstration section first. The short bit of walking there had me very turned on already, and the next couple of hours turned that up even further. We saw rope displays and bondage tutorials, techniques on better oral sex and how to use certain more exotic toys. One adventurous group was doing a live demonstration of various electronic thrusting machines with realistic dildos mounted on the front. Claire was more than a little interested in those. So was I if truth be told. We saw various other exhibitions, amateur talent competitions, piercing events (we even got a round of applause as we walked by that one for some reason) and even a couple of college lecturers speaking about all manner of subjects. We grabbed a light liquid lunch of smoothies from the concessions stands, and sat in on one of the lectures on the history of cross gender expression. The pictures and displays were interesting, but it was all in French so I didn't get much else out of it. Claire had to help me a bit with the straw and positioning, but I was able to manage with just my mouth without too much trouble after. Thus refreshed, we decided it was time for our first foray through the toy section, showing all the latest in sexy toys, hardware, bondage gear, and fetish ware. I turned to Claire and whispered in her ear "Anything you want, my love" and she set off like a kid in a candy store, dragging me close behind. Quite literally as we neared the first booth that showed female chastity gear. They had plates, rings, clasps, doodads, doohickeys and baubles of all sorts. Claire excitedly started comparing notes with the booth owner, a short lady with spiky orange hair and a full chastity harness in place over the bare minimum of clothing required for modesty. I examined the pieces Claire was most interested in. I wished I had my hands free to get a feel for the workmanship, but for the most part as a machining professional I wasn't super impressed with the quality of the builds on some of them. The main variety was either belts that went over your vagina and sometimes rear passages, with various insert options. There were also several thin divot shaped plates that were designed to be pierced into place. A few U-shaped shackles designed to slip through rings and lock, and still more shapes that sought to clasp around tender flesh. I asked the booth owner to measure Claire for the ones she liked best, and then purchased the lot. As we were hotel guests in their Luxury suites, the hotel had a convenient room courier system so we were able to have the bag sent directly up to the concierge desk for later delivery when we were back upstairs. Claire Also noticed they had a male chastity section as well, so we also investigated that area. It turns out there was an even greater variety there. I still wasn't really sold on the whole thing, but the idea did make me quiver just a little despite the minor amount of pain I was continually in from the plastic cage and my ever-present erection. "Look!" said Claire excitedly, as she pointed at a long silver tube shaped device, with minor cutouts on the front and some sort of tube going back down where the middle of a suitably trapped penis might be. A large barbel contraption straight through where just behind the head would be was the main security feature, with no ring in the back to trap the testicles. I wasn't really particularly fond of the plastic ring on the one I was now wearing, as it had a bit of a burr in one side of the attachment point, so I could appreciate the lack. It was curved down to keep the theoretical penis pressed against the wearer. Claire whispered excitedly to my ear "Just imagine, if you ever found yourself without balls in the future that would fit perfectly" she finished with an involuntary sigh. The clerk, noting the writing on my T-shirt also showed Claire how a large 3-inch diameter stainless steel ring could be fitted in place of the inner tube bit, which was apparently called a urethral sound. Claire shivered a bit imagining it. I have to admit I quivered a bit myself. I wasn't really sure about any of that though, but Claire decided that we needed it, and I saw how giddy with excitement the whole thing was making her, so it went in the pile as well. Claire fished my cards out from their hiding place and paid, since my hands were kind of not useful at the moment still. We wandered through other booths as well, at one-point arranging shipment of one of the aptly named "fucking machines" that we had seen on display earlier. Claire was particularly taken with one that strapped to your ankles with a long thrusting piston. I could imagine the possibilities myself as well, and we were promised swift delivery that might even beat us back home. we also acquired a collection of the latest in vibrator and toy technology, various other sex gadgets, something called a nipple clamp, and Claire picked up some sort of electro stimulus back massager. I asked her what that was for, and she just smirked at me in the lovely way only she could and said "You'll find out eventually". I stuck my tongue out at her. She French kissed me deeply right there on the floor of the convention. No one noticed or cared if they did, aside from me. Oh boy did I ever notice. Eventually, we passed into the research section of the booths. One particular offering caught my eye. A company with a sign in English proclaiming them to be "Bressler Retrogenics" had an intriguing display about cloned tissue reimplantation. They had discovered a method to grow various pieces of organs using stem cells, and could reimplant those cells into a variety of hosts. The hope was eventually to allow for repair of failing heart and kidney and lung patients, and early trials were looking very promising on that front, but they also had discovered a way to grow other organ tissue along the way. Specifically, sex organs. As part of an effort to fund their more humanitarian work, the EU had allowed a limited amount of research into that field as well, ostensibly to help transgender and other patients born without, or now lacking sex features due to accident to have them back. As elective surgery it was expected to someday fund the entirety of the other projects. The research was still early, and they could only grow small pieces of tissue, rather than entire functioning organs, but they had just finished their first round of human trials. The booth researcher pointed to her ears, where she had injected a tiny sample of nerve tissue from the inside of her labia lining. She had Claire blow on her ear, while we watched the reaction, and it was a very convincing act. She nearly had an orgasm then and there, and was beet red and flushed just from that little contact. If it was a scam, it was very, very well done. I took a brochure and a card anyways, ideas swirling around in my head. After that, Claire and I both needed a break We decided to sit near the adult film star section and people watch for a bit. We saw everyday couples in all sorts of outfits. Cute beginning BSDM types sporting their first fetish gear, guys with their girl or boyfriends walking around in their first skirts and dresses, hairy legs and all on display. We saw tons of people with much more extreme face piercings than our own, and even a few with very exotic face tattoos. A couple even had what appeared to be surgically modified ears into points. "Ooh like an elf!" Claire exclaimed. We saw a few others with strange implanted shapes on their faces and arms as well. There were also a ton of people made up like fantasy characters from Cosplay, especially the sexy ones. Many of the character references were lost on Claire and I, but we could certainly appreciate the array of sexy skin on display. Claire also deeply enjoyed watching the various male couples with their bare upper torsos and rock chiseled abs. They didn't do much for me, but I can tell she was enjoying them. She kissed me on the cheek as the latest group walked by, and whispered "but I love the way you look much better Lover!" I turned and this time I stuck my tongue in her mouth for a bit for a few minutes. It was very freeing to be so open and sexy amongst likeminded people. I'm sure if I wasn't wearing this chastity device, I would have had much more of a difficult time behaving as much as I did. It was getting near dinner time, so we decided to make a quick foray into the sea of porn stars before us. We wandered the booths, getting more than a few ideas for later watching. A couple times Claire stopped to get autographs from actresses she knew. At least twice someone tried to get our autographs, and we had to explain to their disappointment that we were just gawking tourists. They did take a picture with us though, so that was nice. The booths in this area were largely arranged by various Genres, and eventually we found ourselves in the Transgender and shemale specialist section. There was an array of options here that I was quite frankly floored by. Everything, from beginner twinks finding their way to womanhood, solo acts, female domination transformations, willing and unwilling stuff, all of it was in display. More than a few of the actresses were also out on the floor, some made up, some standing in their everyday non-performance clothes looking like the girl next door next to giant displays of scenes from their most popular films. Claire and I both were getting more turned on, and there was certainly going to be enough to keep us here for several days of the convention, so we decided to make our way to some of the larger booths that Claire recognized the brands for today. After several memorable encounters with some of the stars and people from production, we found ourself next to the largest booth. The rising star of that particular company was one that both Claire and I recognized, one Patricia Mynx. Claire had introduced me to her work just a couple of days ago, and we were both big fans. We decided to get in line for a photo op and maybe an autograph. Patricia was a stunning blond-haired lady with a rack bigger than my own and a truly epic cock. She had a few facial piercings in her nose and lips, and a signature mole just to the side of her upper right mouth corner. Today she was dressed in a form fitting yellow and black uniform of some sort from one of her latest films, made of a material that clearly had no place in military applications due to how tight it clung to every curve. Seeing her large cock outlined in the material below awoke something in me. Claire noticed, and squeezed my wrist just above my hidden hands through the soft material of my arm restraints. "I know, right?" she whispered in my ear. We got plenty of view of that particular uniformed body as Patricia posed and flexed with her adoring fans in front of us and from the promo real running in the background. Claire grabbed a blue ray copy of the film for Patricia to sign as we neared the front of the line. When we got to the front of the line, the resultant encounter was a bit different than those in line before us. Claire and I were both giddy like schoolgirls as we got there, but Patricia surprised us by breaking character to say quietly "Oh wow!" as she saw us. I could tell she was getting aroused by something. We chatted for a good 2 minutes, much to the annoyance of the line behind us. Claire and I gushed about her work, and Patricia wanted to know all about us, and especially if the socks I was wearing and the message on my shirt meant what she thought they did. We gave her the quick version of our story to date. Patricia noticed that the line behind us was getting restless, and nodded to herself, her mind made up about something. She handed Claire the signed Blue Ray, then whispered into both our ears "meet me at the hotel private club, seat 7A, section 2 tonight at 6pm, I'll buy you both dinner", and surprising us both kissed both Claire and I full on the lips, much to the delight of the crowd around us. We quickly separated before we could get in too much trouble though, and Claire and I agreed to meet her there. As we headed back towards our hotel room, Claire and I shared a knowing look, and burst out giggling periodically. Claire whispered in my ear as we walked "you know, if she wanted to continue that kiss with either or both of us, that would be a tremendous turn on for me." I shivered a little bit as the memory played over again in my mind, and whispered back "Me too!" A short time later we found ourselves seated in a very upscale private French restaurant. Dark wood tones and low lighting gave it a very intimate sense. Claire and I arrived first, sporting a slightly toned- down look from earlier in the day but still dressed to the nines. The majordomo didn't even blink at my odd colored contact eyes as he seated us, noting that Patricia was on her way and would be arriving slightly later. I decided to get a fancy bottle of red wine for us to share, and it was soon placed tableside. Claire arched an eyebrow at me as she noted the obvious age of the label and bottle. I shrugged, something I was grateful to be able to do once again now that the arm binder had been left behind in the room. I was wearing a simple black cardigan over my stretchy baybydoll shirt now too, so most of the writing was obscured. Claire had added a skirt to her ensemble and a similar sweater, so we weren't in danger of being kicked out for how we looked. As we waited for the wine to breath, I thought back to the conversation Claire and I had back in the room as we changed. It seemed to us both that it was unusual for a star like Patricia to invite a random couple to dinner on a whim unless she might be interested in getting to know us a bit more intimately, and we both decided that we were totally up for that and very turned on by the possibility, both agreeing that this was kind of a special occasion once in a life time type of situation and we could figure out any other rules for the future later if we wanted, but it definitely wouldn't be cheating for either of us if things went that way as long as we were both involved. A short time later Patricia arrived, still wearing her highly improbably sci-fi space force uniform, but we were amused to see that she had also opted for a light jacket. "Claire! Elizabeth! You came!" she said excitedly as she joined us at the table. She noticed the wine, gave a cute little squeal of glee, then did a doubletake as she noticed the age of the label as well. her eyes got wide as she looked at us. "Don't worry, that's on me" I mentioned, just in case. Patricia laughed. We quickly ordered some appetizers and food, and then sat back to relax and wait for it while we enjoyed some of the excellent red. Patricia asked about us, where we were from, how we were liking Paris, the usual, then invited us both to ask her any questions we might have. We took the opportunity to ask her what it was like on set, what did she like best about the work, how she got into the business, etc. Patricia answered our questions with ease including how she found herself as a young brand new pool boy who happened to be working one day at the home of a porn producer making a transgender film, got a small part as an extra on the spot, and the rest was history. Claire and I laughed, and said it sounded like a setup to one of her films. She laughed as well and agreed. After a bit of a lull in the conversation, Patricia turned to me. "So, I noticed your shirt earlier. Am I correct in assuming you have a Urethral reroute? It says to ask you about it, so I assume you don't mind. That's... It's kind of a major fetish for me, and I've never met someone who has actually had one done." she asked, her eyes curious and bright. I nodded, and filled her in on the events that led to that. Claire interjected details as well, and we were able to give Patricia the whole story up until now just before our food arrived. As we finished our story, she just whispered "Wow, Wow! Oh my god!" softly. I could see she was squirming a bit in her seat. Our food was lovely. I had a nice Chicken Cordon Bleu, while Claire opted for the Escargot, and Patricia opted for a nice juicy steak. We finished with a wonderful French pastry dish. As we sat back from our feast, Patricia looked Claire and I over once more, then asked a question. "Do you two want to come back to my room to continue this lovely evening?" Claire and I nodded in unison. We quickly settled our bills, and headed upstairs. In the elevator, Patricia and Claire stood side to side, each staring at my ass. I could just hear some whispers behind me, followed by a bit of giggling. I shook my ass a bit as the door opened to the floor we were going to, to give them a bit of a show. Patricia had the entire top floor of the hotel to herself, a massive suite of connected rooms with a large glass skylight in the center. A giant hot tub, a large bed, several comfy couches and an outdoor deck made up the bulk of the space. Patricia asked us to make ourselves at home, as she headed to a nearby bathroom to slip into something more comfortable. That something turned out to be a silky black robe, her stockinged feet peeking out below. I could just make out her braless state through the sheer fabric. She walked over to Claire, and began to make out with her. Claire reciprocated eagerly. Patricia then pulled away long enough to ask "Claire, Elizabeth, I would very much enjoy making love to you both. would you like that?" we both nodded eagerly. We gravitated over towards the comfy looking couches, Claire and Patricia continuing to make out as they both fondled my breasts. Patricia switched to making out with me as well, her tongue exploring my stud. it was an odd feeling, having a naked tongue so foreign to me, in my mouth, but it felt divine and Claire continued to rub my nipples from behind, her thigh pressing on my plugged ass. Clair spoke and said "I would love to watch you give Patricia a blowjob" Claire looked flushed and excited, her nipples pressing into my back. Patricia shivered in excitement and said that she would also love to see that. She also noticed Claire's ringed pussy, and the small plastic cage I was still wearing, and shiverer some more. Before I started, she asked to see my reroute hole. Her cock sprang to attention at the site of it, as she fingered the tiny opening. I moaned a bit. I told her that I was a little nervous, and that I had never suckled a penis, or even held one other than my own before. Especially not one so much bigger than my own ever was, or even slightly bigger than the strap on dildos we were used to. Patricia nodded, and Claire began to give me encouragement and pointers. we both ended up on our knees as she gave me instructions on where to lick, and what I should try, whispering in my ear as she continued to fondle my nipples. My own cock tried to shatter its plastic prison as it strained in vain. I started to fellete Patricia, first kissing the head of her shaft and working my tongue around the sensitive area behind the head. I was indeed discovered to be a Cocksucker, and my full pouty ringed lips went to work like they were made for the task. I worked my tongue stud up and down the bottom of her shaft on the urethra, an area I knew felt great when it was done to me. I kissed and licked her smooth hairless balls, sucking on the large hen egg sized orbs through her scrotum, before taking her entire shaft into her mouth. I found I was able to take the entire large shaft inside my mouth all at once due to my slightly damaged gag reflex. Patricia moaned as the tip of her cock found my tight throat. I moved in and out, trying to emulate the master that was Claire in my efforts. I moved my tongue around teasingly, and made smooth and steady strokes, pausing occasionally to pull all the way out and kiss the head. Patricia was making soft whimpering noises, and whispering "oh god, oh god!" over and over. Claire stood up from behind me and started to suckle on Patricia's nipples, causing Patricia's cock to twitch in time within my mouth. We continued on, building in pace and fervor before Patricia cried out, "I'm cumming! Oh god, I'm cumming!". Having played a scenario like this out in my mind before, I was determined to try and swallow every last drop. I made a valiant attempt, before her seed overwhelmed my throat and started running down my lips and chin. A final spurt saw another gob of creamy cock milk paint my forehead white, a drop landing down on my naked breasts. I licked my lips, savoring the salty sweat taste so different than my own. I swallowed as much as I could, then Claire brought her delightful tongue in to clean up the rest of my face and breasts. "Oh wow, that was so amazingly hot! I love you for doing that, that was intense!" She hugged me close. After a few moments, Patricia recovered from her toe-curling orgasm. "You know, for having never done that before, that was simply amazing, definitely in my top 8, and I do this for a living!" she exclaimed. "I learned from the ultimate blowjob queen!" I replied. Claire blushed. Patricia started to make out with me, and reached a hand down to begin to finger Claire's wet ringed vagina. She was definitely intrigued about the rings, and her cock twitched back to life a little bit when she heard Claire's plans for them in the future. We decided to move things over to the bed, stopping along the way for Claire and I to remove our plugs. The chastity device, much to my awareness, stayed on for now. Soon Claire was seated up on the edge of the bed, while Patricia slowly ate her out with her unusually longue tongue. I was getting super turned on again watching my Girlfriend be eaten out by her favorite porn star. Claire was clearly in heaven. I alternated between lavishing attention on Patricia and Claire's nipples as Patricia licked Claire her own toe-curling orgasm. We lay huddled together in a bit of a heap for a while after that. Basking in the afterglow Claire lazily asked Patricia "mmhhhh, that was divine. I'm still feeling waves. You are amazing!!! Can I watch you fuck my girlfriend next?" Claire winked at me. That was all the encouragement Patricia needed, or myself for that matter. I assumed a low arched back position and presented my lovely posterior to Patricia with a bit of an ass waggle. Before she got started, she turned to Claire and said "did you bring your phone? Tell you what, I'm not supposed to do this, and you have to promise that other than sending me a copy you won't ever publish this, but go ahead and film this part so you can watch it again later." Claire quickly grabbed her phone and aimed it our way. It was time for me to become not just a cocksucker, but a cocksucking bottom bitch. I shivered a bit more with excitement. Patricia dropped a bit of lube between my smooth cheeks in the back, and started working her amazing love pole back and forth across the surface, slowly just teasing, but not yet entering. It was familiar, yet so muuuch warmer than the Strap on ever had been, and I was aware of Patricia's pulse in a way I hadn't been before as the throbbing of her member grew stronger. After a little while she started putting just the tip in, slowly in and out, her hands clasped firmly on my hips. She started past my clenching muscles, whispering sexy nothings to me, while checking I was ok as she went. I moaned and wiggled my ass in response, with a thumbs up for show. Patricia pushed on ahead. Claire was propped up on a pillow watching, as she drew lazy circles around her own nipples with her long nails of one hand, the camera pointing our way with the other, a look of bliss on her face as she pulled her upper teeth over her lower lip as Patricia inched closer to bottoming out in my rear. Finally, after a couple of minutes Patricia was all the way in to the hilt. She stayed there a while, letting my anus adjust to the intrusion. I felt things pressing in places I had never pressed on before. I started clenching my ass muscles to try and feel them more. Patricia took that as a sign that I was ready. She again started with slow and smooth strokes, this time deep in my ass to almost all the way out, but quickly ramping up to rapid strokes of varying lengths, her hips rocking in and out with a smooth rolling motion. I clenched in time with her strokes as I could, and she adjusted my position with her hands to aim her long shaft down towards my prostate. Every so often she slapped my ass with her hand. I could feel her heavy scrotum swing in and out, clapping against my own slightly hormone shrunken orbs. I was so turned on at this point I probably would have came in a split second if it wasn't for that blasted chastity cage, but as it was I still found myself rocketing towards orgasm far quicker than I would have expected. I began to make sharp happy gasps, indicating I was close. Patricia's breathing got more intense to match. Claire was having trouble holding her camera steady as she became more and more aroused by the sight of us. Patricia paused for effect, I clenched and tried to push my ass down on her shaft, her strong hands keeping me at bay. Finally, she took pity on me and slammed home with one last thrust. I could feel her come deep inside my ass, an exquisite burst of warmth and wetness that it is very difficult to describe. Her seed caused me to clench down even tighter, and the added pressure of her cock deep on my prostate caused a wave of my own seamen to shoot out rapidly through my reroute hole and out onto the top of Patricia's ballsack. She was not expecting that. "Holy shit, that was so cool!" she exclaimed, as she dragged a lazy nail through my semen deposit on her scrotum and brought it to her tongue for a taste. "Mmmmhhh!", she declared. When I could move again, we decided to head over to the hot tub to relax our muscles. We were all up for more, but it was starting to get late and Patricia was going to have to be out on the expo floor early for her makeup and wardrobe team, so we settled for a soak. Patricia asked us if we would be up for doing this again the next evening, maybe skipping the restaurant this time and going with room service. We nodded a very enthusiastic yes. Patricia took some time to examine my reroute closer. I think she was really taken with the idea, and trying to decide if it would be a help or a hinderance for her own career. Claire piped in with "Just think what it would look like if Elizabeth was castrated down there too". My cock twitched inside its plastic prison; I swear I saw Patricia's penis move as well. After a too short a while, we sadly got out of the hot tub and dressed once again. Patricia gave us a time to meet her, and hinted that if I was without the plastic cage, she would be able to show Claire and I how a spit roast worked next time. On the way out, she paused and handed us a pair of event vendor badges. "here, I have a couple spares of these for my crew, these will get you into the really juicy demos and into the wrap party at the end of the week." Patricia kissed each Claire and myself in a deep, passionate kiss, and we made our reluctant exit. We swung by the front desk to pick up our purchases from earlier, then headed up to our own room. Claire was gushing about the experience; I was beaming myself. She said I was almost glowing. She hugged me as we walked, and said she was proud of me, and happy that I was willing to put up with all of her kinky shenanigans. I hugged her back, and said "They aren't just your kinks anymore you know. You may have been the seed for a lot of this, but I want this just as much as you do now too." We kissed passionately again, there in the hallway, the bored hotel maid staff pushing carts around us and secretly wishing we would get out of the hallway aisle. We eventually did. We practically fell into bed in a dead exhausted state, dropping our packages to one side, and were soon fast asleep. That night my dreams were charged and erotic. I dreamed of Patricia, and of Claire. I dreamed of Claire with a penis, of Claire with nothing, Of Claire who turned into some sort of half Platypus half cantaloupe hybrid and threw snow cones at people, but always with her smile bright as the sun, looking at me like I was the one for her with those sparkling green eyes. I slept well that night, and morning came soon enough. To be continued...