belle-[G-33]--(cross dressing-blowjobs/ sucking cocks-swallowing)-part-1-of-1___

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Belle of the ball

Part-1-of-1

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I’d gotten the tickets through a friend’s boss. It seems he was planning to go without his wife, until she found out. My friend was already booked into a ski bum bash at Vail, so I scooped up what turned out to be the experience of my life. Even the food tastes different to me now, somehow. But all that is jumping the gun a bit. Let’s slow down and take it all from the beginning.

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I was at my desk running the last of my Y2K checks on my system when my friend Kent called with the idea. I kind of liked the idea of a New Year’s Costume Party. It was certainly different. But when he said it was a production of the strip club we went to for his bachelor party, I almost dropped the phone. Hell yes, I wanted those over priced tickets to Paradise. I hadn’t even thought about a costume at that point, but I was damn sure I wanted to see all those gorgeous women in whatever they would be trying to wear. My cock got hard at just the though of it.

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The costume was my girlfriend, Paris’s idea. Paris was a beautiful, adventurous redheaded divorcee, 5-foot 9-inches tall, and weigh 155 pounds with very smooth, milky white skin and medium size breasts with nice sensitive nipples. Since it was highly unlikely that we would know anyone at this shindig, I went along with her harebrained scheme. What the hell, right? Who would know it was I in that little nurse’s outfit anyway? Paris was going dressed as a doctor, so it would be fun, right? Well, at least that’s how I rationalized it in my head, at the time. She spent weeks getting our outfits together. I had to try mine on several times for her to ‘get it right’. Although, I know that, towards the end, she was just getting a kick out of seeing me in a dress. That was okay, though, because I made her serve up a blowjob with each fitting, to keep my men’s pride up in the face of cross-dressing, of course. I could tell she liked the ploy, because she did the last fitting in just a pair of panties and tried to suck my cock out of my body by the root. Thank God the party was coming up the following week. My poor bone was in need of a rest.

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Tragedy struck at Christmas. Paris’s father died on Christmas Eve. As we have only been seeing each other for a little over a year, I couldn’t arrange the time off I would have needed for the flight to Atlanta for the funeral. I would like to have gone very much. Paris was so in love with her Daddy, that I wanted to be there for her, but work wasn’t going to wait for a relative I hadn’t even met, let alone been related to. To her credit, though, my beautiful brave girl understood completely and marched boldly on by herself.

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I had thought about not going to the party, I mean, half of my costume had flown south. The thought of seeing all those sexy sights, however, brought my internal compass right back to true. The real problem was, my costume dresser had also flown south. I wrestled with the problem all of the week between Christmas and New Years. Then it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I called my sister, only to find out later that Paris had beaten me to it by a full day.

Now Lucy and I had always been friends, except when we were trying to kill each other, but this was uncharted territory for us. You should have seen the look on my face when she jumped at the chance to go. It wasn’t until later that I found out I had been set up. Her husband had to work and our mother had insisted that all the grandchildren come to her house for the night, in the event the world really did come to an end. That left Lucy free to come to the party with me. Cool, but I found it interesting that our mother had chosen to face the Apocalypse with her grand kids, and not her kids. When I remembered that such would mean spending New Year’s with my Mom, well, I chose not to dwell on it too much.

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Lucy is a bigger girl than Paris, and would never have fit into her costume. Nor was she inclined to do so. She said she had an outfit all picked out already. She insisted, thought, that I still wear the nurse’s outfit that Paris had made. She spouted endlessly about the time and love she had put into it. I suspect, however, that she was grooving on seeing me in a dress too. Again, I chose not to dwell too much on it, pussy that I am.

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Finally, the big night arrived. We had called Paris at her Mom’s early in the afternoon. She said she was doing better, but was a bit worried about her mother. Then Lucy got down to business, getting all the details on how Paris had planned out my look. You wouldn’t believe what this bitch had had in mind.

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My own sister stripped me nude and tossed me in the tub. After a vehement protest, and a rousting defeat, she barged into the bathroom and shaved my legs bare. The feeling couldn’t have been more foreign to me and was unmatched in my experience, right up until Lucy shaved my pubes off too. I was wide eyed and rendered speechless. My sister, on the other hand, carried on like she was a girl with a doll playing dress ups. The indignities continued. Next came eyebrow plucking, facial shaving and one of those stocking cap deals that hold hair under a wig. I tried desperately not to look at myself in the mirror.

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Lucy took a bit too much pleasure slipping the silk stockings on my newly nude legs. By the time she strapped that bra on and filled it with ‘my breasts’, she was openly giddy. I wanted to slap her, but she was so pumped up, I probably would have been seriously hurt in return. We went on. Rembrandt went to work on my face. My God, do you women really have to work that hard to achieve a look? Granted, Lucy was trying to sculpt a feminine look from a masculine rock, but.... damn. It took forever. You know how, in show business, they talk about hours of make up? Try three hours, friend. I thought my face would fall off. I was stunned, though, when she made me look in the mirror. I secretly wondered whose face I was looking into. Then it hit me, Mom’s. I shuddered a bit.

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Lucy finished dressing me and then she went off to get herself ready. I waited far less time for her than it had taken her to do me. During the waiting time I seriously had to think about whether I was going to do this or not. I smoked damn near half a pack of Lucy’s cigarettes, and I hadn’t had one in four years. I was growing lightheaded and that’s where I think I lost the idea of chickening out. Lucy came out of the bedroom at that point, dressed in an overcoat. When I pressed her to see her costume, all I got was a ‘later’. We dashed through the lobby and sped away before both of us could change our minds one final time.

The club was a nondescript building on the outside. On the inside, however, it looked like a Sultan’s Palace. The waitresses, bartenders and assorted staff were all decked out like Harem girls and boys. Again, we chose not to question these things too much. I checked my specially made cape and held my hand out for Lucy’s coat. I almost dropped it when I saw what was underneath it. Now I’ve never been one for big girls, like my sister Lucy and probably because of her, but I was instantly jealous of my brother in law.

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My beautiful, blonde 5-foot 4-inch, 120 lb., size 4/6 (depending on who makes the cloths), perfect looking sister had on a negligee that alternated black silk with a sort of netting like fabric that showed off her curves, but none of the good stuff. I was absolutely floored. I hadn’t seen that much of my sister since we were babies. And believe me, I have no memories of such an event. She was gorgeous, and needed to be told soon because she looked scared enough to bolt at any second. I leaned over and kissed her cheek softly.

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“Damn,” was all I needed to say, her shoulders relaxed and we headed for the bar.

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We’ve all heard of Sodom and Gomorra, but has anyone actually been there? I believe I have. The things I saw at this party have corrupted my soul, and I’m now Hell bound just for being there. And I wouldn’t change one minute of it.

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First, I stopped a Harem girl with a tray of Champagne. Her breasts were clearly visible beneath her purple top. They were mighty nice too. I suspect her pussy was also visible, but I couldn’t see through the tray she held. Oh well, I moved on. There were the usual things I had expected to see, a man and woman in matching leather underwear, various married women in their limited lingerie and the occasional husband who made some sort of effort to look somewhat sexy. There were a few unattached guys there, and looked obvious enough to get arrested. But it was the girls that made the extra effort that really caught my attention.

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I saw a woman in a real grass skirt with orchid-lei. Her skin was not the deep tan of the Polynesians, but she looked good anyway. Another woman was decked out in an outfit made entirely of sparsely laid out leather straps and a matching black cape. I surmised she was trying to be some sort of sexual super hero. I would let her rescue me any day, believe that. Another pair of college age girls had worn their cheerleading sweaters with white socks and sneakers. It seems they had also shaved their pussies bare for the event and were so proud of the job they did, they just had to show everyone, for they forgot the skirts that went with the sweaters. A man across the room wore nothing but a stuffed sheep on his cock. I don’t know how he attached it to him, but I’m guessing he didn’t keep it up all that time. I myself, though, was having no hydraulic problems at all. My poor panties were really getting a workout this night.

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The most curious costume literally jumped out of the crowd at me. A late thirties woman stepped up to me and snapped a crisp salute. She wore a pair of sunflower yellow bikini panties, white socks and saddle shoes, a blue and gold Cub Scout neckerchief and ponytails. My eyes just widened a bit as she put on a little show.

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“Slut Scout Maggie reporting for inspection, Ma’am”, she barked out. Then her eyes rounded in surprise, as did her mouth, as a wet spot grew in her panties and the pee dribbled down her leg into her shoes.

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“I’m sorry, honey,” I began in an effected female voice. “I think you were looking for someone a bit more,” I dropped my voice, “feminine.”

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I thought the poor woman was going to burst into tears. She had wasted her little play on me, without the means of starting again, and I turned out to be a wrong number. Luckily, a kindly grandmother, dressed in what I can only describe as a chain mail nighty, jumped in and roundly scolded the errant Slut Scout. The Slut Scout was in her glory when the older woman took her by the ear and dragged her across the room. Watching an experienced but certainly well maintained ass hurry to keep up, I was tempted to go and watch the spanking the Scout had worked so hard for, but I was interrupted.

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A disturbingly handsome man stepped out of the crowd, stopped a passing Harem girl, and handed me a glass of Champagne. I took it but said nothing. I was still transfixed on his ‘costume’ when it registered that he had spoken.

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“I said, to the millennium,” he repeated.

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I still lacked the ability to speak, but clinked my glass against his glass and drank his toast just the same. I was too busy staring at his ‘costume.’ I mean, I’d expected the girls to take off every stitch and run around like that, but the thought that a guy might do it had never occurred to me, not to mention that said guy would catch and hold my attention. He had a ‘Fred Flintstone’ like caveman fur type of thing painted onto his nude body. I tried, but just couldn’t take my eyes off him. And, if I may say so, he was well worth looking at. As I mentioned, he was disturbingly handsome, close to my age, early 30s, very sexy in a masculine way, taller than my 5-foot 9, about 6-foot or better, slim but muscular like a swimmer, short blonde hair, sexy full lips, and a captivating smile with naturally white, straight teeth.

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Because I’d never much hung around gyms and locker rooms I’d never really seen very many cocks, so I guess I was curious, is why my eyes drifted below his waste. I could tell by the way that he smiled at me when he caught me looking and that he didn’t mind because he was proud of it. Even though my cheeks turned red from embarrassment, I still got a good look at it and was surprised at how big it was. Even flaccid it was about 8-inches long, uncircumcised, and looked about as big around as one of those tall cans of Coors. Of course, it had to be thick to support its big plum shaped Ping-Pong ball sized head, and the pair of golf ball sized nuts dangling below it. In keeping with the tone of the evening, however, I did not question this at length.

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He smiled sweetly. “First time, hon?”

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Still stunned, I didn’t even try to evade his meaning. I just gave a meek, “Un huh,” and let it go at that. Luckily for me, the band wound down and the emcee announced the countdown to midnight. I turned and he moved closer to my back. Curiously, somewhere deep in my brain, I was glad that I looked ‘my best’ at this particular moment in time. I also had an unsettling thrill growing in my balls. He put a hand on my shoulder and then let in slowly drift down my back until he was cupping my ass, as we shouted out the last 10-seconds of the year.

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The moment of truth came at the expected time. And without the slightest hesitation on my part, at the stroke of midnight, I kissed him as if it were something I was supposed to do. Our lips met softly at first, then got deeper and harder. His kiss was one of the most sensual I have ever been on the receiving end of. I melted, ever so briefly, in his hands like an M&M wannabe. When he broke, I stayed motionless for a long moment catching my breath, and then looked deep into his sky blue eyes for another long minute.

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“Call me,” he whispered in my ear and slipped a matchbook into my hand. With all the gallantry of a knight of old, he strode away rather than prolong my awkward moment. I felt a pang in my heart at the kindness, and sexiness, or such a gesture. then I straightened up and donned my male persona and armor once again.

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I found Lucy in the company of 2-women, who had the look of wolves about to feed about them. Thinking quickly that we both had lives and relationships to keep intact, I collected her and we headed for the door before we had the serious chance to misbehave and have something to feel guilty about. Although she had said she wasn’t ready to go, I knew she would thank me in the morning, and she did.

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The drive home was completely silent. I hadn’t even put on the radio. Needless to say, we were both horny as hell. I’m sure we were both wondering the same thing too, if it would be okay if something happened between us in these predawn hours of the New Year. But we both knew that in a night filled with such strangeness that was a line best not crossed. I will admit, though, I saw nothing wrong with the two of us masturbating ourselves together. I could tell, just by looking at her, that Lucy was dying to play with herself. She always was an avid fan of self-satisfaction. I pulled up to her door before the subject, or any subject, found a voice. She kissed me on the cheek, thanked me softly and got out. I did notice thought that she failed to put on her coat for the bitterly cold walk to the door. Cold shower substitute perhaps or maybe just letting me get one last look? Yet again, I chose not to question.

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I stumbled into my apartment with a loud shuffle. No one was home, so it really didn’t matter. I didn’t even bother to try to get the make up off. I just stripped down to my panties and lay on the bed, stroking my impossibly hard cock through the silky fabric and thinking about the handsome guy at the part. As I looked at the matchbook cover I was pretty nervous, I decided to give it a try. My heart caught in my throat when he answered. “I’m the nurse from the party,” I stammered in a feminine voice, “I was thinking about you.”

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“Yes, I remember you,” he purred in a voice as sweet as honey. “I hoped you called to invite me over.”

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“I was thinking about it,” I explained, “But, I’m scared, I’ve never done anything like this before.”

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“What’s there to be scared of?”

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“There are things that you don’t know,” I whispered.

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“So, tell me,” he replied.

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“Things are not what they seem,” I moaned.

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“They never are.”

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“I’m not really a girl,” I confessed, bracing myself for the onslaught.

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“Well, no shit.”

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“You mean you knew?” I stammered in shock.

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“Duh, girls don’t have Adam’s apples,” he laughed.

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He came over about 30-minutes later and he looked just as good in slacks and t-shirt as he did naked, well, almost. When he got there, at first it was rather odd. I didn't know what to do with him. Should I get naked, should I stroke myself? He wasn’t the least bit nervous. He took my wrist and let me feel his cock through his pants. Then leading me towards my bedroom, he said that it'd be easier if he lay down. When he pulled his slacks down, my face glowed like a kid on Christmas morning. His cock was already as hard as a rock. I’d never touched another man’s cock before, but with very little hesitation I started stroking him a few times, and without asking, I went for it and before I knew it I had him in my mouth. My lips were wrapped around his cock and I was sucking away.

I closed my eyes and savored the feel of my mouth moving up and down on his massive cock. As he stroked my hair, I heard him murmur, “Guys do give better head.” Then something happened, I felt a strange reaction in his cock, it seemed to get harder and clinched up. When he exploded I eagerly sucked down every drop of his sweet man cream and swallowed it right down like a pro. After he exploded, we lay for some minutes basking in the after glow. It felt simply marvelous to explore that whole strange new world.

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When he was gone, lay there wondering what Paris would think if she knew what had happened. As I lit one of the matches and burned the whole book, I thought, fortunate she would never find out. I’d lit the cigarette that I’d bummed off Lucy off it and so I settled back for the return trip to my real life. The butt tasted so good.

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The end...

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who knew-[N-14]-part-1-of-1

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Who Knew

Part-1-of-1

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We like to play fantasy games, my wife Haley especially gets off on this much more than I do. She enjoys lots of different scenarios but one of her favorites is being tied to the bed, blindfolded, then I am to pretend to be a stranger roughly 'taking her.' I’ve even mastered several different accents to try to make it more realistic for her.
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Who would have ever thought that 'play-acting’ would get us into so much trouble?
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It all started with her latest fantasy of being a prostitute and being paid for her services. She had me at various times be a businessman, a sailor, a ditch digger etc. One night after going to the movies, we stopped into a bar for a drink before heading home. I had to run to the restroom so she went to the bar alone. The bar was quite empty so I thought she’d be OK. When I came out she was sitting at the bar on a high stool and showing a lot of thigh.
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As I approached her she said, “Hello stranger, you want to buy me a drink?”
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I could tell right off that she’d gone into her 'prostitute' role. She’d never done this outside of our bedroom before and it was kind of hot. So to humor her I went along with the game.
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”Hi Baby! I want to buy something but it isn't a drink.”
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”Oh Yeah! You like what you see?” she replied as she hiked her skirt even higher.
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”Mmmm, Mmmm! Sure do. I wouldn't mind buying a slice of your pie!” I said, licking my lips.
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Suddenly, the manager and the bartender grabbed me from behind and one of them said, “We don't like our customers bothered by you perverts!”
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Then, completely ignoring my protests, they frog marched me to the door and threw me out. I was fully expecting Haley to follow me outside. After 5-minutes I decided to go back into the bar to see why she hadn't joined me.
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I was surprised to see the bar empty and a different guy behind the bar.
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”I'm looking for my wife,” I said.
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”Ain’t been no women in here tonight, except for the whore.”
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”That's my wife you're talking about,” I snapped angrily. “Where is she?”
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”Who? The whore, she's in the office paying her dues,” he laughed.
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Just then the other barman returned. “OK Brian, you can have a turn with the slut now, I'll watch the bar.” Then to me, “Yes Sir, what can I ... Oh it's you. What you doing back in here?”
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”I've come to get my wife,” I said as I followed Brian the barman.
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”She sure is a tasty slut, and she fucks well too.” He shouted after me as I turned into a dark passageway. I could hear moaning that was unmistakably Haley in full orgasm. As I got to the office door, the manger was groaning as he was shooting his load into my lovely Haley, who was lying on the desk with her legs over his shoulders.
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I could see cum oozing out of Haley as he pulled his cock out of her pussy. She had her eyes closed and was obviously enjoying the experience. Seeing another man inserting his cock into my wife and knowing that he was the third cock she was having, and cum dripping from her into a pool on the floor, I couldn't help but get a terrific erection.
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It was such an exciting scene that I couldn't resist getting my dick out and stroking it. I never thought I could be so 'turned on' just by watching.
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As the manager passed me on his way out of the office, he said, “What a great little fuck. You can bring her back here anytime.”
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I just ignored him and went over to Haley, I started playing with her breasts and sucking her nipples. She opened her eyes and looked right at me, smiling she said, “Let me suck on your cock.”
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I didn't need asking twice. I was so turned on that at the first suck, I started to shoot cum down her throat just as Brian was shooting into her lovely pussy. When he finished, he just callously pulled out and left the office. When we were alone, Haley moaned, “I need to cum again, lick me, suck my clit.”
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Even though I’d just cum, I was still hard rock and still 'very' turned on. I didn't hesitate to kneel down and bury my face in her sloppy cum soaked pussy. Eagerly I licked, sucked and slurped away at her loveliness, making her cum and cum. My hard cock was sticking out and bouncing about with my movements.
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Just then I heard laughing. The 3-men were standing in the doorway watching, laughing and pointing at me. They had even brought a young barmaid along to watch and she was joining in the laughter. I felt totally humiliated when the manager said, “Will you look at that. He’s licking our cum out of the whore’s pussy.” Then as he un-zipping his fly, he chuckled, “If he likes to lick it out of her pussy, I’ll bet he’d like it even better straight from the tap.”

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Stunned, I watched as the manager advanced menacingly towards me and swung his prick teasingly in my face. It was a medium sized dick just a little smaller than my own. I marveled in the warmth that was radiating off of it. I could feel it even though it was inches from my face. Without him speaking, I knew what he both wanted and expected. I’d never done anything like this before and I was suddenly scared to death. Fearfully, I reached out and with a shaking hand grasped his cock. When started to slowly stroke it up and down I heard a groan, then I realized that it was coming from me.

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The musky smell of the manager’s balls drew me in like a magnet. Closing my eyes, I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue as I prepared to taste my first cock. Timidly I kissed the head of his cock and ran my tongue around the head. I stopped and looked at it for a minute. All of a sudden my lips were wrapped around it and I was sucking a cock. A manly, hard, cum filled cock, and I liked it. I licked again at the head and sucked it into my mouth. I sucked as much of its length into my mouth as I could. I pumped my fist up and down the shaft as I sucked at the head. Then as I took its length into my mouth again, I felt the cock grow and knew his orgasm was approaching. I reveled in the power of this cock and I wanted it to explode. I wanted it his cum, I craved it. Then I got my wish. I felt the first blast of cum hit my tongue and I liked the salty flavor. As the second blast of cum filled my mouth I gagged trying to swallow it all.

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To my amazement, I was on my knees in the bar office, sucking Brian the bartender’s cock. Two days prior, if you had asked me if I would ever suck a cock, I would have said that you were crazy and that I wasn’t gay. Yet, here I was, sucking this cock as if my very life depended on it. And I was relishing in the excitement of it all. It was almost as if I was breaking some long-time taboo. I wasn’t proud of what I was doing this night. In fact, I am downright embarrassed. It was then that I realized that it was the humiliation that was the really BIG turn-on. I was kneeling in a pool of cum, licking and sucking a cock while being laughed at. I’d never felt such a tremendous thrill in my life.

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For the next few minutes I was a cock-sucking whore, bobbing my head up and down on Brian’s rock hard dick. As I sucked and licked, I felt Brian take a strong controlling grip of my hair and yank me back away from his cock. Before I could grasp the situation, I felt the warm ‘splat’ of his hot cum on my face. The first thought that came was what if someone I knew saw me with another man’s cum on my face. The next instant I was opening my mouth and reaching out with my tongue to grab the cum that was slowly flowing down from my cheekbone toward my lips. Just as I tasted the first drop of his hot, creamy cum the next load hit my lips and chin.

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With Brian’s cum coating my lips, I looked up at my wife to gauge her reaction. I needn’t have worried. The barmaid had taken Haley’s place on the desk and Haley was down on her knees between the barmaid’s legs with her head under her skirt making slurping noises.

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When I turned my head back around the Hispanic guy was standing so close that the head of his cock was only about an inch or 2-from my face. I was so surprised that my mouth dropped open. Before I could close it, he grabbed my hair and feed me his cock. Once he had it was in my mouth, I had no choice but to suck it for him. Judging by the way he grabbed the sides of my head and started hunching, I think he liked my mouth. It wasn’t long until his balls burst, filling my mouth with his hot gooey cum. Naturally he didn't let go of my hair until I swallowed every last drop. Then he casually zipped his pants and moved away.

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Taking his place was a guy with his pants around his knees and his big dick hanging out. Like the Hispanic, without a work he pulled me forward and feed me his cock. As I closed my lips around it, I glanced out of the corner of my eyes and saw a couple of other guys were crowding in the door so they could watch me sucking cock. Even as embarrassment reddened my face, I realized that I was a little turned on by the all the attention. When I finished off this guy, I looked up and a ‘nigger’ was taking his place. By now I knew what I was doing, so he didn’t have to feed me his cock, I grabbed it and feed it to myself.

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I’d never seen a black cock before, so once I got it in my hand I couldn’t seem to tear my eyes off it. His cock was so big and black that I was awe struck. I had never seen anything like it before in my life. It was pulsing with a life of its own. I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel radiating from it. As I leaned forward I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its coal black foreskin. It, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel. I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma. I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I eased back its foreskin and touched its dark purple shaped head to my lips. I had to open my mouth so wide to get its big head between my lips and into my mouth, that I almost had to un-hinge my jaw.

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Even with both hands wrapped around the base, I still had more than a mouth full of black dick to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I simultaneously stroke it with my hand and slowly worked my moist mouth up and down its length.

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I was such a bigoted homophobic that even with my mouth full, I still couldn’t believe that I was sucking a cock, much less a black one. What was worse I was enjoying it. Still trying to retain a shred of southern white boy dignity, I thought to myself, "I may be sucking his black cock, but there was no way that I was going to let him cum in my mouth." I might have been thinking no, no, but the black guy had other ideas. His balls suddenly clinched up and his cock swelled even fatter. My mouth was so full that I couldn’t have gotten his cock out of my mouth, even if I’d tried. His balls exploded and scalding hot ‘nigger’ cum spewed into my mouth like lava out of a volcano. When he erupted, I was on a backstroke and my lips were wrapped around the base of his cockhead, so I felt the full force of his gooey cum crashing against the back of my throat as it gushed into my mouth and oozed over my tongue and down my throat.

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I couldn't believe how much fun that I was having kneeling there with the ‘nigger's’ cock in my mouth and swallowing his huge load of hot cum. By all rights my life should have been at an all time low. In the last few minutes I'd turned queer and started sucking cocks. To make matters worse I was sucking a ‘nigger's’ cock. By southern Bible belt standards being a queer was an abomination, but sucking a ‘nigger's’ cock was about as low as white boy you could sink. But, as I knelt there slurping up ‘nigger’ cum, I didn't care what southern Baptists thought. All I knew was that I was sucking a big black ‘nigger’ cock and loving every minute of it.

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Before they let me up off my knees I’d sucked off the original 3-guys and the 2-that had come in later to watch. I had to laugh at the last two guys that I sucked off. They walked in the bar to buy a beer not to get their cocks sucked. Neither one of them seemed to mind though.

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Red faced with embarrassment, I took my still naked wife’s arm and we ran the gauntlet of laughing as we rushed across the bar and out the door and headed home. As I drove along with a smug look on my face and a belly full of cum, I thought about what had just transpired. I’d always associated the term ‘pulling a train’ to a girl taking on several guys one right after another, and that it was usually meant as a derogator remark to show what a slut she was. Now that I’d ‘pulled a train’ I knew that it also applied to guys sucking cocks, too. After all we could be just as big, if not bigger sluts than a girl.

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A couple of days after the ‘train pulling’ experience, I stopped back in at bar under the pretext of getting clothes back. There were only about 3-guys in the place, when I timidly I walked in and sat down at the bar. I hung my head in embarrassment when I realized that the Hispanic guy from the other night was sitting 4-stools over from me. I was too embarrassed to see if any of the others were there. I almost died of embarrassment when the bartender walked up and laughed, “Well, well, look whose her. Is our little Nancy-boy back for another back room session?”

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Unable to look him in the face, because I was thinking about how good his cock had felt in my mouth, I stammered, “No I came back to get my wife’s clothes back.”

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Still laughing, he told to let him make sure everyone had a beer and he and he’d get them for me. While he was serving beer down at the far end of the bar, I heard the door open. When I looked around, I saw a stocky bastard come in and set down at the bar and start talking to the Hispanic guy. It was soon obvious that they were talking about me because they turned, looked at me, and then as the bartender joined them they talked a little more.

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When they finished talking, the stocky bastard turned towards me. Then with a nasty leer on his and unzipped his pants. With his cock hanging out, he moved towards me. I couldn’t believe how big his cock was. he was very proud of it; too, because when he got in front of me, he held it up in front of my face so that I could admire it. It amazed me that such an obvious ass-hole has such a beautiful cocks. It was about 8 or 9-inches long, very fat, and had a big reddish head peeking out of his foreskin. My knees go weak and I was his the moment he gave me the a nasty sneer, and ordered me to, “On your knees and open your mouth!”

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His cock was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his cock wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full.

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Not only did he have a big fine cock, but he also knew how to get it sucked. As he held my hair and pumping his huge cock in and out of my mouth, he snarled, “Suck my cock, you little fagot” As I sucked, he moaned and alternately called me a queer, a fagot, and a cock-sucker. Right before he got ready to cum, his cock swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum oozed out of both corners of my mouth. He was an animal. He didn’t release my hair until I not only had I swallowed his load of cum, but until I’d licked his cock clean enough for him to put away.

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As usual, all the other guys had crowded around us so they could watch me suck the bastard’s big cock. The Hispanic guy actually stood there and discussed my cock sucking ability with the bastard while I was sucking him off. When the bastard was cumming in my mouth, the one of the other guys even held my head so I’d be sure that I swallowed his whole hot load of cum. He was so excited that as soon as the bastard finished cumming, he moved in front of me and offered me his already hard cock. While I was sucking him off, the Hispanic guys and one of the guys from the end of the bar got in line for a turn.

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I guess the big bastard realized how submissive I was for dominant males, because after I sucked everyone off, he demanded my name, address, and phone number. After that, anytime he wanted his cock sucked, all he’d have had to do was call me and TELL me when he was coming over. When he came over, not only would I suck his cock, but after she saw how big it was Haley my wife would fuck him. For a couple of years, until his company transferred him out of state we were virtually his sex slaves. He was always bringing friends and clients by for service. If I weren’t home, Haley would fuck and suck them. If she weren’t home, I’d suck them off. If we were both home we’d do it together. Either alone or with friends he’d come by 2 or 3-times a week to be serviced.

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Haley and I grew to love being his sex slave, available on demand. We loved it so much that we eventually moved to Ft. Worth just to be nearer to him so he could come over more often. We now not only lived about ten minutes away, so if his wife sent him to the grocery store, he could stop by for a quick blowjob. On his orders I started to wear panties and Haley started to wear men’s jockey shorts. I couldn’t believe how hot Haley looked in a pair of ‘fuck-me’ stiletto heels and a pair of guy’s jockey shorts or how hot she thought I was in a pair of panties. After the bastard left, we’d fuck our brains out.

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With Haley’s blessings I was free to explore my feminine side as much as I wanted too. I even started wearing nightgowns. When I’d get home at night, I would shower, shave, and put on a pair of clean white granny panties and a frilly gown before going to bed. I don’t know what it was, but there was just something about white granny panties and a frilly gown that made me feel feminine.

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The end…

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Curiosity Killed the Cat-[N-12]--(gay-submission/domination-blowjobs/sucking cocks-swallowing)-part-1-of-1

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Curiosity Killed the Cat

Part-1-of-1

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I’d never thought of being with another man until I began a dialogue with a female in a pen pal relationship, in which I got sucked in her fantasy of seeing me with another man. This relationship ended and I didn't give it much thought until recently when I began to exchange emails with someone I met on line in a social dating network. I like porn and would naturally come across gay's being featured. While I was looking around I sensed some feelings I don't think I had before. I began discussing this with Ken the person I had met who was into alternative lifestyles, and started getting turned on by all the banter that went back and forth. I know I wasn’t gay because sometimes the thought of it was disgusting. My conversation with this guy started to draw me in. ken know I was inexperienced and must have sensed virgin territory for him. His assurances made me feel safe and made me want to try it. I told him that I needed guidance and wasn't sure I could go through with it. We exchanged pictures and he said that I was handsome and trim. He continued to draw me out over the next several months. I told him that I thought that I owed this experience to myself, trying to talk myself into it. He agreed and encouraged me as well. He knew my size, average length and not very thick. He sent me a picture of himself, very large and massively thick, about 8-inches or so, no blemishes of any kind. He assured me that nothing would happen against my will and that we should meet. I agree to meet him at his house across town. When the night rolled around I was very nervous. I felt like a pimply-faced teenager on his first date. I showered and got as clean as possible. In order to have easy access to my cock, I wore sweat pants, t-shirt, sweat jacket, no underwear. I'm also very clean shaved usually with little pubic hair above the base.

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I had no idea what to expect. When Ken opened the door he was taller than I expected, okay looking a little overweight. And about my age, I wanted to leave but didn't know how. He reached out and hugged me gently and comfortably and said, “Hello, so glad you came, come on in and make yourself comfortable.” It was a nice house, clean, that helped me relax a little. He said, “You look more handsome than your picture,” as he took my hand and led me to his living room. He is wearing a nice expensive looking robe and I was nervous about what was underneath. I still wanted to leave, but he has been so polite and patience with me that I didn't want to be rude. I sat down on the couch and looked around. The room was bright and soft easy listening music was on the background. Ken must have sensed my nervousness, because he said, “Don't be nervous. I'll get you a drink, straight scotch, like you said you liked.”

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When he left I tried to think of a way to get out of this. Ken was a big man and not who I really wanted to do with. I was, as they say having buyer's remorse. I decided that I would just have a drink then politely excuse myself and leave.

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Ken must have sensing my reluctance and knew that he’d better do something. He must have thought that I thought that I had some sort of submissive cocksucker urging for penile servitude because when he comes back with the drinks his robe is open and I can see his cock. It was just hanging there. When he stood in front of me to hand me my drink, his cock was bobbing obscenely just inches from my mouth.

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It was thick and at least 8-inches long. And I could see the veins straining underneath the stretched skin. The big plum shaped head, larger than the rest was so close to my face that I could see pre-cum oozing out of its pee-hole. Feeling embarrassed, I tried to look away but I couldn’t help myself, I just kept looking. As I lowered my head in shame, Ken purred, “'Like what you see?” I couldn't believe what was happening. I wanted to jump up and leave but my legs didn’t seem to work.

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When ken reached into my pants and felt me, I don't stop him. “Well,” he said, “look at that, okay size wise but skinny though. Here let me have your hand so you can touch a real man's cock.” Then as he pulled me off the couch and down on to my knees, he took my hand and placed it on his cock. I was shocked at first by his assertiveness. Then I was drawn to the warm cock in my hand. It felt hefty and firm. I couldn’t help myself as I slid my hand down its length to the base. As I stared at his thick black pubic hair, I said, “I have to stop and get out of here.”

“I should go,” I stammered. As I started to rise there was a firm hand on my shoulder keeping me in that position.

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“Hey,” said Ken, ”Just kiss the head and lick the pre-cum, then if you want to leave then you can.”

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Nervous and scared yet curious, I leaned forward and with pursed lips kissed the head and licked off the pre-cum. It tasted salty and had a creamy texture. I should stop, I though, hoping Ken would give me an out but he said nothing. Instead he put his hand on the back of my head and gently pulled me toward him. I didn't stop to think, I just took his head into my mouth. As his cock slides deeper into my mouth, Ken chuckles, “I knew you were going to suck my cock the minute I saw you. But I didn't think that it was going to be in the first 5-minutes.”

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His statement surprised me. I'd been told that I was feminine before, but I didn’t think that it was that obvious? He continued, “You have the look of a girlie cock sucker. You’re going to be my women tonight, my Pussy.” I began to get enraged. Who did he think he's talking to? Then I found myself getting aroused by such talk so I allowed it. 'Look at you, in less than 5-minutes after I met you, I have you down on your knees with your lips around my cock.” I still didn't do nor say anything.

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“Look up at me. When you’re servicing my cock I want to see the look in your eyes.”

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I looked up I realized that he had a digital camera and was taking a picture. I was taken back by this, but enjoyed the experience nonetheless. Flushed with shame and excitement at the same time, I felt my cock getting hard. What am I doing, I need to leave, I'm saying to myself. Ken sensed this and said, “Hey, just relax and let me take control.”

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Helplessly, I let myself be controlled, do whatever he asks and wants, I slowly begin to feel totally dominated, but I don't resist.

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“Just look at my cock,” he booms. “I know this is what you want,” he laughed as he took a hold of my head and started to slowly fuck my mouth. “You told me a lot about yourself so now this is your chance. Let’s see what you can do, how I can train you to suck cock.”

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By now I was getting excited, so I though, 'Fuck It' I'm going for it, so I flicked out my tongue and licked his cock. “That's a boy,” he crowed. “I knew when you saw this cock that you would want it. Show a cock to a cocksucker and he’ll do anything to be able to suck it. Now,” he ordered, “Open up, let's see what you can do with it. And no teeth, I hate that. I love seeing you on your knees, submitting to my dominance over you. I thought you might leave but I knew if I showed you my cock I would have your lips around it in no time. You were easier than I expected. I usually have to work a lot harder when meeting someone for the first time, but God you were so easy. Now you go to work you little fag.”

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I couldn’t believe it. His voice and command made my cock hard.

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Well, I thought, I might be sucking hid cock but I wasn’t going to swallow.

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He pulled my mouth off his cock and said, “I want to see if your cock is hard.” He pulled me up to my feet and pulled my pants down. He immediately saw that I was leaking cum from the excitement. “Oh yes, you’re a real cocksucker. In my experience, only real cocksuckers cum just from sucking cock. And I see you're shaven, just how I like my pussy, Oh I'm going to enjoy using you.”

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“NOW, FAG BACK ON YOUR KNEES!” he barked in a loud commanding voice, “Like the good cock sucker you are,” as he shoves me hard to my knees. 'No, you can't suck it just yet. First tell me about my cock and how you want it so much that you'll do anything for me.”

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I couldn't believe I was allowing someone to talk to me with way; this guy has no idea who he's talking with. I remind myself that this was part of the training, part of the over all experience and it was what I want. So I said nothing, do nothing. Knowing that I'd never see this man again, I submitted even further to a degree that I never thought possible. So here I am, on my knees my own cock dripping from excitement staring at Ken's throbbing cock and now just wanting to satisfy him.

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His cock was so close to my face that I could see the purple head oozing with pre-cum and its long veins pulsating with blood. Licking my lips, I said barely audible, “Please let me suck it.”

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“Oh yes, my little pussy you're going to enjoy this. I knew when I saw you that your lips were made for sucking cocks. You’re going to beg for this big cock before I'm through with you.”

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I know it was getting him off, so I just let him talk. Besides I was getting a little thrill as well.

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“Lick and suck my balls,” he commanded as he pulled his cock away and presented me with his low hanging nut sack to my mouth. His words seemed to ignite a fire in me, as I sucked first one then the other of his balls into my mouth. He groaned with pleasure as I gently rolled them around with my tongue. It felt so natural and yet so forbidden at the same time. He began to move his hips against my body, letting his cock trail across my lips with my tongue dragging along the underside of his shaft. “Ok now, I going to start fucking your mouth like my little pussy,” as he shoved his cock into my mouth. After I licked off the pre-cum, I began kissing and nipping at his shaft, running my tongue across the veins on the underside. His cock was hard and throbbing, jumping and bouncing against my lips as I take it into my mouth. I go down as far as I can, but his cock is so fat that I’m not getting all of him in.

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Then without warning he grabbed both sides of my head and started guiding my mouth up and down his cock. I'm totally helpless as he began to rock his hips forcefully back and forth hard and fast. He was fucking my mouth without mercy. I could feel his cock head bumping the back of my throat. I was gagging and couldn’t breathe but the assault continued. I forced myself to relax as I took it all in my mouth. I didn’t want to admit it, not even to myself, but this was what I wanted, to be used like a women. Jin my effort to please him, I forget about not wanting to swallow.

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“Ohhhhhh yeses, you’re a better cock sucker than I imagined. I knew that you’d be easy but not this good.” I felt his cock twitch several times, then he bellowed, “You're going to get all my cum nowww.” Then with one final thrust he shoved his entire cock into my mouth. I couldn't move nor breathe. I felt light headed and dizzy, a bit disorientated for a moment. I was in a daze and I thought I was going to faint, then the first sprays hit the back of my throat and then his cum began to flood my mouth. I couldn't swallow it all. I tried but some leaked out on my chin.

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I was devastated with shame, my head bowed, eyes closed, now what do I do? Then I feel him bent forward and there’s a flash from the camera as he took a picture of me on my knees in front of him with cum on my chin.

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Laughing, he pointed down and I saw that my cock throbbing with excitement. “This proves you're a cock sucker,” he laughed, “Now finish licking the cum off my cock and then lick the come off cum off your chin. Then maybe I'll show you these pictures and let you jack off to them” I submissively complied with his commands. After I'd cleaned him up he led me upstairs to his bedroom. He pulled me close and slowly but gently caressed my ass. “You have nice women's ass.” As he massaged my ass, I felt his finger probe down the crack of my ass and begin to probe my ass. It excited me when he inserted his finger. I liked the sensation.

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He says, “I’m going to have that. I'm going to fuck you until you beg for more.” Then he threw me down on the bed and ordered me to get completely naked. When I was naked he had me lay face down, to arch my back up as far as possible and bury my face into the pillow. Once I was in place, he said, “Spread your legs wide.” I felt him between my legs. He started messaging my inner thighs and I started getting excited. I feel him smearing lubricant on my asshole. First one, then two, and then three finger entered my virgin asshole. “Oh yes, you’re going to really feel what its like to be a women, to be my pussy,” as I felt his hard cock pushing against my ass-hole, I was amazed at how fast I turned into a pussy boy for him. “That's right, you want to be my pussy, don't you?”

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“Yes,” I reply.

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You want this so bad that you’ll be available to me anytime I call you won't you.”

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'Yes,” I whined.

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“If I don't hear you talk louder, telling me that you want this cock, you want to be fucked and you won't get it.”

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Louder this time I exclaimed, “Oooh Please fuck me. I want you to fuck me. Please, I need it, I want your hard cock in me.” Then I arched my back as much as I could so I could reach back and spread my butt cheeks wide for him. I felt his cock thrust and pierce my sphincter. He was immediately rough thrusting all the way in. it hurt and felt like I was being split wide, but I didn't care, I wanted it. Brutally he thrust in and out getting harder and faster. He was assaulting me with everything he had. As he was fucking me, he made me say, “I love being fucked my you. I’m your woman.”

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Then, with a bellow, he made one final thrust and filled my ass full of cum. I could feel his cum spewing up my ass. When he finished and was satisfied, he said, “Now you really are my pussy.”

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The end…

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