Dominant Black Transsexual CheerleadersChapter 6
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"Mattie?"
"Yeah, Mom!" I yelled, kicking off my shoes as I entered the house through the front door.
I'd had a pretty good day of school, even for a Monday, and that had surprised me! I'd been really nervous about what the other kids would say and how they'd treat me after the party on Friday. My friends told me not to worry about it and so did the cheerleaders, our black girlfriends, but that was easy for them to say! They were the most popular girls in school and nobody really knew they were sort of boys, at least in the pussy department ... meaning they didn't have any pussies! All our girlfriends had big, black dicks!
Like I say though, nobody at school seemed to know the girls' secret, at least not that I could tell. The other kids definitely knew about their boyfriends though! We were all pretty queer, but some of us more than others. I mean, Kyle was a total fag and I suppose I was too, since we wore dresses to school and flirted shamelessly with every guy who so much as smiled at us. That was a lot of guys too, because we were seriously cute! But the other boys, they were only sort of gay. Like they were hot for their transsexual girlfriends, naturally, and hot for Kyle and me as well, but generally they were pretty picky when it came to other guys.
Or they tried to be. I don't think any of them could really say no to a hard, black dick! And of course, if one of the cheerleaders told us to do something, like suck off a bunch of pizza guys in front of half the school, for example, we did it ... No questions asked! Exactly why that was, I couldn't tell you. In fact, I'm not sure any of us understood how or why those chicks with dicks controlled us so easily. But they did, and that was a fact!
Fortunately, none of the other kids seemed to really mind so much that I'd sucked off four different men a total of eight times for free pizza. They didn't seem to care that I'd drank a big beer cup full of pizza guy cum in the middle of a high school kegger! They didn't even care that I came to school wearing pink short-shorts, a half-tee with number 69 on the back, and a pair of leather sandals to show off my pretty, pink toenails! Mostly everyone just treated me like I was perfectly normal, even the guys, except they kept trying to get me to fool around with them!
Sometimes I felt like I was dreaming, you know? Because this was still the United States as far as I knew, and people were still people, and nobody likes a fag!
"I'm home!" I called out, dropping my purse on the sofa along with my jacket, a cute, black leather one with a lot of flair.
"We're in the den," Mom called back. "Come in here. Your father's home!"
That made me smile! My dad had suffered a stroke, leaving him mostly paralyzed and unable to speak. That totally sucked, but a secret part of me, the bad part, kinda liked it because now he had a perfectly good reason not to talk to me. Dad used to make excuses before, or my mom did, I should say. Like he was too busy thinking about other, more important stuff, like work or the super bowl, or the price of lawnmowers. Dad was a Marine and I was his faggot son, so ... you know. Except I hadn't been queer until Stacy had fucked me in the butt, but Mom said they'd known about me all along or something.
Sometimes I believed her, but once in awhile..."Oh!"
I blinked at a tall, handsome black man and he offered me a patient smile as I stood in the doorway to the den, which was really my dad's office.
"There you are!" Mom smiled, looking up as she fussed over my dad. "I just wanted to get your father comfortable. Eric, this is my son, Mattie. Didn't I tell you he was cute?"
"Yes, you did ... Hello, Mattie," the man said, looking me up and down with his warm brown eyes. I couldn't tell which he liked more, my smooth, pale legs or my smooth, flat tummy. He made me feel sorta naked actually.
"Uh, hi!" I kind of squeaked, just because he was very handsome, like I said, with dark brown skin and short, kinky hair. Tall too. Did I say that already? He stood well over six feet and broad shouldered, narrow waisted, and I couldn't help but notice the bulging basket of his crotch. Contrary to popular belief, not all black men have huge cocks, but some of them do and Eric was packing something serious between his legs!
"Eric is going to be looking after your father," Mom explained as the man extended his hand. "He's a nurse and the Marines are going to cover the expense, so..."
"I've heard a lot about you," Eric said in his deep, but surprisingly gentle voice. "I didn't know you were going to be so pretty though."
"Um..." I swallowed hard as he gave my fingers a squeeze.
"I told Eric he could use the spare bedroom upstairs," Mom said. "Why don't you show him where it is and help Eric get more, um ... comfortable."
"He's going to be staying with us?" I asked, blinking at my mom.
"Oh no," Eric chuckled. "I have my own place, but..."
"He'll be spending a lot of time here," Mom nodded. "You have school and I have to work, of course, so ... Let's just make Eric feel at home. Okay?"
"Yeah, Mom ... Okay" I shrugged, licking my lips and glancing at him. Eric made me blush and my tummy tingled. "The bedrooms are, um ... upstairs..." I said, clearing my throat, " ... Do you have any, uh, stuff?"
"A few things," he nodded. "Out in the car. It can wait."
"Oh, well ... Let's go this way," I said with a nervous giggle, thinking that sounded pretty dumb. I really didn't know what else to say though and Eric followed me out of the den.
"I think I'm going to like working here a lot," he told me halfway up the stairs and when I turned my head with a smile I realized he was staring at my butt.
"Uh ... yeah," I said, giggling again and then I was worried if I was wiggling my ass too much or not enough and I could barely walk all of a sudden!
"I heard you have a black girlfriend," Eric said and I nodded slowly.
"Uh, yeah. Heather," I agreed, gesturing at the bathroom. "That's the bathroom. My mom and dad's room is at the end of the hall, um ... this one is mine and this one..." I opened the bedroom door, " ... is gonna be yours, I guess."
"I guess so," he said, standing close behind me as we looked inside. "Right next to yours, huh?"
"Yeah," I nodded. "Um ... There's some junk in here, I can get it out later. Just old clothes and stuff."
"That's cool," Eric shrugged. "How's the bed?"
"The bed?" I asked dumbly, glancing at the plain, twin sized bed beneath the windows.
"Is it nice a firm?" he wondered. "I like a firm bed."
"I dunno!" I laughed. "Um ... I guess it is, uh..."
"Let's find out," he said, putting a hand in the small of my back, touching my bare skin with his black fingers and making me shiver.
"Oh!" I stepped inside the room as he sorta pushed me.
"Are you nervous?" Eric asked me, looking down as I stood there. His fingers were moving along my spine. Not very far, but enough, and I nodded.
"A little," I breathed.
"Are you one of those pussy white boys, Mattie?" he whispered, sliding his hand down to my butt.
"Yeah," I answered with a hard swallow.
"You know what I want, right?"
"Ummm..." I blinked and blushed, dropping my eyes as his hand squeezed my ass through my small, pink shorts.
"What does a white pussy like to do, Mattie?"
"I don't know," I said softly, feeling my tummy quiver with butterflies and my heart was going really fast.
"White pussy likes to fuck black dick," he told me. "Do you like to fuck black dick, pussy boy?"
"Yeah," I breathed, feeling both of his hands on my hips, sliding around to my bare tummy and up, under my cut-off t-shirt as he stepped even closer behind me.
I could feel the swell of his trapped cock against my back and his hands went under my shirt and up to my flat chest. He rubbed my tits hard with his palms, pulling me against his hard body. The man wore a forest green sweater and a pair of dark slacks, and the wool felt warm and soft, a little itchy maybe as I pushed myself against him. I kept my head down, staring at my t-shirt as his hands moved beneath it. My small hard nipples ached as he brought them to life and I couldn't breathe.
"Your mom told me all about you, sissy," Eric whispered into my golden hair, pressing his face into it. "She told me you need a real man. Is that what you want?"
"Uh-huh," I nodded, barely getting the words out.
"Tell me," he said. "What do you want?"
"A real ... man," I said softly, feeling my knees weaken with excitement. I could smell him, clean and fresh from a recent shower.
"A black man?" he prompted me.
"Yeah," I nodded letting out the breath I'd been holding.
"Are you a slut for black cock?"
"Yes."
"Yeah," Eric chuckled. "I believe you are, pussy boy. Turn around."
I did as he asked, turning beneath his fingertips as he relaxed his hands, but didn't let me go completely.
"When you come home from school ... Look at me ... When you come home, the first thing you do is come find me and give me a kiss."
"Ummm..." I swallowed hard.
"Like this," he said, taking my left wrist in his hand and pulling my fingers to his crotch. "Grab that ... Feel that dick, pussy."
I pressed my hand against the hard lump in his pants and while I did that, he bent over and held my head as his mouth covered mine. I massaged his prick while Eric's tongue slipped easily between my lips. He kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth as my right hand went to his shoulder and then his neck. I clung to the man as I sucked his tongue and squeezed his cock. I think we kissed for a minute like that, maybe two before he pulled away with a smile.
"Yeah," he nodded. "That's how you say hello from now on."
"Alright," I nodded, red-faced and licking my lips.
"Let's me know you missed me," he explained with a soft laugh. "Now, ask me if you can suck my dick."
"Um..." I swallowed hard and glanced at the open door.
"No," he sighed, shaking his head. "You forget about everything else, faggot. You kiss me, you play with my cock, and you ask me real nice..."
"Can I suck your dick?" I whispered.
"Say please."
"Can I ... please ... uh, suck your dick, Eric?"
"Ohhh..." he grinned at me. "You sound sweet when you ask me like that. Like a little fuckin' girl. You want to suck my dick, pussy?"
"Yes."
"Then let's start from the beginning," he suggested with a smile. "Pretend you just came home from a long, hard day of school. What's the first thing you do?"
"Ummm..." I blinked and felt my whole body burning up, "I find you and, uh ... Kiss you."
"So?" he shrugged. "Do it ... Say hello in that come-fuck-me voice of yours and give me a kiss."
"Uh, hello ... Eric..." I said with a weak giggle, " ... um ... I'm home."
I stepped close and reached for his cock, feeling it even harder than before, larger beneath my fingers as I touched his shoulder and pulled him down for a kiss. He rewarded me with his gentle tongue, once again fucking my mouth with it while my fingers squeezed the distinctive shape of his large, firm cock through his trousers.
"Can I, uh ... Can I suck your dick, Eric? Please?" I asked him breathlessly, looking into his eyes.
"Of course you can!" he replied with a generous smile. "Go ahead, cocksucker ... Get on your knees."
"Ummm ... Can I close the door?" I asked him slowly, and he frowned suddenly, making my heart freeze for just a second.
"No," he sighed. "You just spoiled it. See? Let's try again, from the top..."
"The top?" I almost giggled, but I was too nervous and confused, maybe even frightened. I didn't know what I was feeling, except I wanted to suck his cock.
"Start from the beginning..."
"I'm home?" I said, sort of questioningly and the man nodded. "Hi, Eric ... Uh..."
"Hello, Mattie," he said with a chuckle.
I kissed him again, or let Eric kiss me, I should say. I pressed my body against his with my left hand between us, fondling his prick while I sucked on his tongue for a long minute or two. He let me go and I had to catch my breath, blinking and trying to remember what I was supposed to do next.
"Can I suck your dick, please?" I asked him and Eric half-shrugged.
"Sure, Mattie. Go ahead and take it out," he said with a small chuckle and I almost couldn't move, but I came to my senses a moment later and dropped to my knees in front of him.
I unzipped his pants with trembling fingers, doing my best to ignore the wide open doorway and praying my mom wouldn't catch us. I'd just met this guy! I held my breath as I reached inside, feeling the thin cotton of Eric's boxers and underneath, a very warm and heavy penis. He wasn't hard yet, not completely, but decidedly firm anyway and I fumbled with two small buttons, trying to get the fly of his underwear open.
"Having a hard time down there?" he asked with a grin, looking down at me with his hands on his hips and his legs slightly spread.
"Sorry," I whispered, blushing again and finally getting the last button undone.
I felt his skin soft as velvet beneath my fingers as I wrapped my small hand around Eric's cock, pulling him free of his boxers and pants. My eyes widened at the sight of his monster fuck pole! It was thick, really thick! With a small, bullet shaped head covered with a dark, wrinkled foreskin. His penis seemed to throb in my hands as I wrapped both fists around the shaft, amazed at how hot and heavy the man was. And long? Not even fully erect, Eric's prick had to be six or seven inches in length. I held him with both hands and still an inch or two remained, pointing towards my flushed face as I licked my lips and tried to remember how to breathe.
"Get my balls too, pussy. When you suck my dick, I want you to do it the right way ... the white way," he chuckled. "That means loving my black balls too."
"Y-Yes sir," I nodded, slipping my hand inside to find his hairy scrotum and plum-sized balls.
"Now you've got the idea," he nodded. "Who's your Master, faggot?"
"Uhhh ... You are?" I half-asked, but Eric shook his head slowly.
"No, no..." he sighed, watching me as I pulled his black ballsack free so that his sperm-filled orbs hung out of his trousers. "Who's your Master, pussy?"
"Um..." I shrugged, caressing his balls with my left hand and stroking his stiffening cock with the right.
"That black fag buster in your hands," he told me. "He's your new Master, isn't he?"
"Yeah," I swallowed hard, staring at the man's light, purplish glans as I peeled his foreskin back.
"Master Cock," Eric whispered. "Say it."
"Master cock," I breathed.
"Ask me if you can worship Master Cock."
"Can I, uh ... worship ... Master Cock?" I asked him. "Please?"
"That's how you ask me when you come home from school," Eric decided. "Ask me again, cockbait."
"Can I please worship Master Cock?"
"See? You got it," Eric chuckled. "Put Master Cock away now ... Hurry up. My balls too, faggot. We're going to do it all over again."
"B-But..." I blinked at him with my lips less than an inch away from the man's hardening prick.
"Practice makes perfect," he said with a smile.
I practiced for an hour, feeling teased and tormented and going out of my mind with lust ... The sort of sexual desperation that only a sixteen-year-old sissy can completely understand. By the time Eric was satisfied, I'd have walked on fire just to suck his amazing cock.
"Uh ... I'm home," I called out nervously, even though I'd obviously been home.
"We're in the den, Mattie!" Mom replied with a soft laugh and I swallowed hard, following her voice on wooden legs.
I found them, my mom smiling as she sat close to my paralyzed dad on the sofa, and Eric, standing in the middle of the room waiting for me. I almost chickened out, if only because this seemed so utterly strange, but I had no choice. My face burned, my whole body warmed with shame and guilt, and excitement as well. More than anything else, I felt the excitement as I walked towards the black man who seemed to dominate everything else, even my father, which would have seemed impossible to me a week before.
"Hi, Eric," I breathed, pressing my body against his, reaching between us to find the bulge in his pants. "I'm home."
He kissed me, right in front of my parents. Eric grabbed my small, round butt through my pink short-shorts, squeezing my ass while I slipped my fingers around the back of his neck and parted my moist, red lips for his tongue. I rubbed his prick, finding the outline of his semi-hard member with my fingers while I swallowed his saliva and nursed on his tongue for a long two minutes. I worked my flat tits against his broad, muscular chest, moaning with slutty desire into the man's mouth until he finally let me go.
"May I worship Master Cock, Eric?" I asked him softly, but the house was so completely still that my mom and dad could plainly hear every word.
"Of course you can, Mattie," he agreed with a smile, nodding his head as I went to my knees and began opening his trousers.
"Oh! That's sweet," Mom sighed and I burned a little more, feeling my heart race.
I removed Eric's cock and balls quickly, easily as I'd practiced doing it dozens of times upstairs. I held his thick, black penis with both hands, lifting the heavy slab of man meat out of the way as I pressed my face against his soft scrotum. I drank in the musky odor of his sweaty skin, breathing deep the heady scent of his arousal. My heart seemed ready to burst as I kissed his hairy sack and then licked him, then opened my mouth wide to draw one of Eric's generous balls into my mouth.
"Ohhh ... That's nice, pussy boy," he whispered. "Just like we practiced ... Like that ... Work those balls, sissy ... Show your new Master what a sweet little bitch you are."
I groaned at his words, knowing they were as much for my parents' benefit as mine. My body shivered and I was glad to have my face buried against Eric's crotch. I wouldn't have dared looked at my mom or dad right then. I felt deeply ashamed and humiliated, knowing my father watched helplessly as his only son suckled eagerly on the balls of a powerful black man. It seemed like a terrible betrayal and I cursed myself for being so weak, for being a sissy fag and not the normal teenage boy my dad deserved.
Eric didn't do anything but stand there. He didn't have to do anything. I knew what we both wanted and after washing his balls for five minutes, I finally brought my tongue to his cock, licking upward along the underside and pulling at the velvet skin to expose Eric's sensitive glans. I kissed his cockhead, finding him already moist with clear precum and I washed it away with a swipe of my tongue. I rubbed his prick across my face, playing with it, loving the size and strength, the warm heaviness of the muscle as it strained beneath my fingers.
"Turn a little, Mattie," Mom said. "Your father can't see what you're doing."
"Uhhh..." I blinked at that, almost looking at her, but my guilty conscience ... and Eric's strong black hand ... stopped me.
We did turn though, enough so my parents could see exactly how much I adored the huge black cock in front of me. I took him into my mouth finally, stretching my lips wide around the head and sliding them down the shaft slowly as Eric's cock quickly filled my mouth. I held his dick with one hand, tugging at the thick muscle, while my other hand cradled his loose ballsack, rolling his testicles between my fingers.
"Hmmm ... That's much better!" Mom decided. "Oh look! I think your father's getting excited too!"
I did look, out of the corner of my eye, seeing my mom's hand holding her husband's long, white cock. She was jerking Dad off while he watched me suck a black man's penis! I looked away quickly, closing my eyes and quivering with nervous fear and guilt. I concentrated on sucking Eric's prick, taking a third of him into my mouth and pulling back, up and down, bobbing my head and working my small fist along the shaft.
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It had been two weeks since Bryan's adventure and he hadn't been able to keep his mind off the events of that memorable night. During meetings at work, he would drift off in fantasy to the words that Desire last said. "Know that tonight was c***d's play compared to what you will experience again" He had flashbacks. Was it possible that he did the unspeakable things his mind's eye recalled? Eating black pussy, sucking big, black cocks . . . real and unreal, begging to get fucked and craving...
As they lay naked in their bed, the sun slowly rising and sending yellow-orange rays through the curtains, wakefulness ever-so-slowly creeping through their bodies, Jack slowly dragged his fingertips along Steph’s thigh. Jack drew his lips to Steph’s ear and whispered, “I had an interesting dream.”Steph mumbled in response, unsure of whether she wanted to allow herself to cross over into wakefulness. She was warm and cozy under the covers and sleeping felt pretty damned good.“I was sitting at a...
Wife LoversWhile sitting at my lover Nicole's place, as she is out getting her pussy filled with cum, and I am waiting for her to come back and feed me. I got a text from a Transsexual lover Kayla; since i was just waiting, i arranged to meet her at the local bathhouse.I got to the bathhouse, stripped down and found Kayla in the steam room getting sucked off by a guy. As I entered, she stopped the guy sucking and came straight over to me and we made out for a minute. We left the steam room and went...
I met a transsexual on 10/25/2017. I admit I was nervous because I thought I was being catfished and/or being setup to be robbed or worse. I powered on through my fear and proceeded to meet her. Boy, was I lucky! I knocked on her door and the woman who answered was a stunning knockout! 5'7" , chocolate, full lips, and with curves that would make the baddest bitch ever jealous! She invited me in and asked me to have a seat. As I went to sit down, I passed her counter and it was full of the...
.........I used to date a transsexual woman named lexxi for about a year. I loved her cock so much it was amazing. It was 9 inches with a 6 inch girth and mine was 8 inches five and a half inch girth. (we measured both of our cocks together). Every morning she would wake up with a pulsating hard dick and i would suck it relgiously. She would wear boxer briefs to sleep and sometimes she wouldn't shower if she had a long day, so she still had a slight musk between her thigh and balls. She was a...
MY TRANSSEXUAL SON / DaughterThis is not true just a made up story Now I’m a 51 year old mother of one and watching my Daughter who’d been once my son putting on that very nice silk blue bra from Harrods department store and lift up her huge breast in to them made me so wet. Now seeing my son all now transformed and transitioned in to a beautiful woman but she’d still had got her manly bits now that didn’t harm anyone but boy did she look awesome and lovely all 5’9 of her slim size 10 with her...
When I was 21, I spent a summer in a southern city doing a service project. I was engaged to a girl and excited about marriage, but I was also extremely curious about the male body. I was one of those k**s that masturbated constantly, and almost always about sex with a man or a transsexual. The summer before my senior year, I was down in this southern city living completely on my own for the first time. Since I was doing a service project, I only got one night a week off. I wasn't sure what to...
TRANSSEXUAL You are not a woman; You are not a man; You are opposites united In a hermaphroditic plan, Perfection, Completion, Wholeness, No longer a person divided Into separate houses, Separate camps; Your genitals--penis and testicles-- And your jutting woman's breasts And buttocks transform you, Save you from the curse With which the rest of us are cursed, Remaining only men or women Instead of a goddess Born of hormone therapy, Surgery, And a desire to...
Promises and Secrets: A Teenage Transsexual By Maria Ski Things changed for me after I was discovered trying on my sisters clothes. My mother had caught me. But there was no anger, no disgust, just a warm understanding smile and the love of a mother. From that day of being discovered, and after telling my sisters things seemed to change. Every weekend I became Maria. With a wardrobe of girls clothes of my own which I either bought myself or had bought for me. One thing led to...
"That's the last of the furniture!" Said the middle-aged man and his movers as they finished putting the furniture into the empty, was-empty, house of the new suburban area. The movers would begin exiting the house as the new proud owner of the house began signing their paycheck and gave it to the head mover. "Thank you for the service! If it weren't for you guys, I would have bought the furniture to fill up the house" You jested, giggling and smiling as the head mover let out a hearty chuckle...
TranssexualDid she have a hidden agenda? Was her desire to dominate white men driven by some racial hatred or need to seek revenge for her enslaved ancestors? By all outward appearances, that would appear to be the case. Mistress Desire was far more complex than superficial appearances would allow. Black, strong, confident, and proud, there was no mistaking that the Domina was proud of her African heritage and took pleasure in reducing her white submissives to whatever it was that they feared the most....
Did she have a hidden agenda? Was her desire to dominate white men driven by some racial hatred or need to seek revenge for her enslaved ancestors? By all outward appearances, that would appear to be the case. Mistress Desire was far more complex than superficial appearances would allow. Black, strong, confident, and proud, there was no mistaking that the Domina was proud of her African heritage and took pleasure in reducing her white submissives to whatever it was that they feared the most....
Did she have a hidden agenda? Was her desire to dominate white men driven bysome racial hatred or need to seek revenge for her enslaved ancestors? By alloutward appearances, that would appear to be the case. But Mistress Desirewas far more complex than superficial appearances would allow. Black, strong,confident, and proud, there was no mistaking that the Domina was proud of herAfrican heritage and took pleasure in reducing her white submissives to whateverit was that they feared the most....
Transsexuals: The Better Choice By Cal Y. Pygia I?ve known many women, but I never knew bliss Until I experienced my first transsexual?s kiss I had no idea what pleasure I?d missed Until I sucked a shemale?s cute little penis Now, I am spoiled, and can?t enjoy anything less Than ladyboy love, which is the best of the best Take a lesson from me, and be forewarned No genetic woman, regardless of how well adorned Or beautiful she is, can compare to the loveliness Of a gorgeous...
Another great tape and another great yank of the crank. Yea, she-males were pretty hot, Tom thought as he hit the eject bottom on the tape deck, but where on earth would he really find one? He had little doubt that if he did find a place where they hung out that there would be more than a few with a serious case of ugly. The chances of finding one like the ones in the video taped he had just been watching was pretty slim. But, he knew if he never went looking, he would never find one. He knew...
Another great tape and another great yank of the crank. Yea, she-males were pretty hot, Tom thought as he hit the eject bottom on the tape deck, but where on earth would he really find one? He had little doubt that if he did find a place where they hung out that there would be more than a few with a serious case of ugly. The chances of finding one like the ones in the video taped he had just been watching was pretty slim. But, he knew if he never went looking, he would never find one. He knew...
A week ago while browsing and swiping on Tinder, I came across a girl named Brenda, a single mother. A regular good looking girl, with a bit of a naughty look on her face. I liked her picture, read her little profile text, and it seems she's into kinky stuff and is looking for a submissive boyfriend. Although I've experimented with a bit of bondage, I don't consider myself that submissive, though with a little hesitation I clicked “like". That evening I get a Tinder message saying that...
Did she have a hidden agenda? Was her desire to dominate white men driven by some racial hatred or need to seek revenge for her enslaved ancestors? By all outward appearances, that would appear to be the case. Mistress Desire was far more complex than superficial appearances would allow, however. Black, strong, confident, and proud, there was no mistaking that the Domina was proud of her African heritage and took pleasure in reducing her white submissives to whatever it was that they feared the...
InterracialDominant or subordinate.What a very important starting point to a relationship. I know people have differing views and tend to categorise themselves as one or the other, usually because the expectation is you are one or the other. I take the view that I am both, dependant on the situation.Let me explain. There are clearly sexual preferences to be taken account of. My view is fairly simplistic. Like everybody on this planet, I love sexual excitement. The best way to get sexual thrills, is...
Dominant Wives Revenge by WickedWifeTo the outside world, Tom and Margaret Watson were a pretty conventional couple. Both in their forties, Tom owned and ran Pinpoint Positioning, a small electronics firm which specialised in designing and building custom GPS-based devices for the military. His firm made enough money that Margaret didn't have to work. Instead, she ran the house, their personal affairs and was a very active social networker. She also held the prestigious position of president...
What happens when your neighbor is dominant... She noticed him when she was throwing her trash outside. He was very hot. It was summer and she kept looking at his perfect abs. He stocked very deep in her fantasies after she watched him washing his big track. But she had boyfriend and her parents kept telling her how bad was that neighbor. “Mom, why our neighbor is bad? What did he do?” “Dear, you are only 21. I want to protect you from him. But rumors are saying he is...
BDSMLooking over the fields of hay at the back of our house, I remembered the many happy memories. There was and still are lovely, lush, green fields and woods, with many different paths you can take, all different but all beautiful. I used to spend many happy hours running nearly naked through the hay and woodland trees, trying to catch the beautifully coloured butterflies, while listening to the bird song, the long grass tickling my legs. Laughing, and jumping, in all the tiny puddles of water...
‘I’ll need you to pick up a new girl from the airport tomorrow.’ ‘As you say, boss. Domestic or international?’ ‘International. She will be coming in from Bangkok. Photo dekh lo (see the photo).’ I leaned over and took a look at the photo he was showing me on his phone screen. It showed a lovely girl with olive skin and shiny black hair wearing a denim top. I had been working with the old man – ‘Daddy’ as his colleagues in the film industry called him – for just over three years. He might...
There were about 30 other texts, with the same theme of rape, was he raping my mom? Was she into this?... I didn't know the answers to these questions, but I would later find out.... ----------------------------- I went to see if there were any new pictures on my moms phone, in fact there was; there was a picture of her surrounded by big, masculine guys, she was being fucked in all of her holes, while she was jerking two cocks off with her hands. Another had shown her asshole...
Let me explain myself, as my mom and I seem to be the only normal people in this god-forsaken town. My name is Nicole, but I usually go by Nyx (you know? The goddess of night), I'm 16, Black hair, half White and half Hispanic, blue-grey eyes. I would say my ass is my best asset, just the right size and firmness, I'm skinny, and according to my (almost obese) physical education teacher, on the verge of anorexic. I have a D-cup breast's, with pink, velvet like nipples. My mom is a single...
By Heidi I worked at a big advertising company in New York City. I was not married do to my crossdressing. My crossdressing was one of the most important things in my life. I would come home from work and get dresses in my skirts or dresses. I would cook, clean, have sex with guy and go out and have fun. I stared to dress when I was an early teen. I would go into my mom’s or sister’s room and steal there clothes and put them on when they were gone. Started out wearing panties and bras,...
Jason let out a soft despairing sigh. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. Swipe right. His co-worker and friend Paul had suggested to him that he try out Tinder and, to begin with at least, he’d loved the idea of it, see a girl, read her profile and if you felt compatible, swipe right, if not, swipe left, easy right? But as days had passed and conversation with matches led nowhere but the occasional hookup he had, as many did, grown to dislike the nature of the beast, no longer bothering to...
John had walked for eleven days. He was headed towards Fort Winston at the Hiat River, and he still had about three days ahead of him. The Hiat River was the natural border that separated the civilized world, where he came from, and the savage and brutal wilderness, where the natives lived and practiced their mystical religious rituals.John hoped to find fortune in the fur trapping business, and he had heard that the best fur was found among the many exotic and wild a****ls of the great...
THURSDAY 18th AUGUST 2016Just thought id tell you about one day last night …A client rang me and wanted me in a very short skirt high heels stockings and a very small thong ..lots of over the top make up ..and wanted me to greet him on my knees ….Id had a very quiet day so was so so so turned on when i dressing for him so this mature tranny was on her stockinged knees waiting for him to arrive ..Playing with my hard trans COCK …He arrived pushed me into my bedroom .unzzipped his cock and just...
I was chatting with a guy on here about something we both are obsessed with, and he asked me what my ideal fantasy encounter would be. I couldn't boil it down to a short answer so i just started writing and this is what i ended up sending him. He really enjoyed it, even though it's not really finished, and so did several other friends i sent it to, so i figured I'd put it out there for everybody.I'd love to be on my knees, burying my face in the big soft bulge in some hot chick's panties,...
There was a bounce in my step when I came home from work that fateful Friday evening. As usual I'd worked my fingers to the bone trying to impress my boss. William Danforth Carter hadn't given me much more than a grunt when I handed in my reports at half past six. He'd barely acknowledged me at all, in fact. That wasn't unusual for him; he was a colossal prick, after all. No, it wasn't my boss that had me whistling and nearly skipping down the sidewalk to the door of my little apartment. And it...
This is not my story. I found it in a free site a long time ago and I wanted to share it with you. This is not a copyrighted story as far as I know.....I was 23 when I had the only job I really liked. It was after I graduated from college in Philadelphia, and had just gotten a job in the fashion industry. Actually, it was really just a designer dress shop, but it was a start. At first, I wasn't too excited. After all, a dress shop isn't the most interesting place to work, right? Wrong!My first...