My first live in lover A short story by Miss Victoria B Miller.

I had been living on my own for about two years. In the day as Bob and at night as Victoria B. I loved it and was becoming more Vicky than Vic if you know what I mean. My breasts had started to respond to the treatment I was giving them, my bedroom was lovely and all the make up and clothes a girl could wish for were sometimes tidy and sometimes in a real mess. I loved it, coming home on friday from work. Pour a gin and tonic, slip into some nice gown whilst I ran my perfumed bath. Soak, shave oil, lounge in my nice pajamas do my nails watch some good chat show, heaven heavan before the slog of the weekends dancing and fornicating mostly with women who loved pretty girls with a bit extra lovin inside them. I was 24 years old 5 7 slim with shoulder lengh blonde boyish hair and was becoming the fun kind of girl I wanted to be. But I was having problems finincially.

The room mate situation was this: I needed the money especially as I was buying clothes for myself and Victoria B and she was expensive, from her choice of lingerie, her Yoga lessons to her haircuts. I was desperate for someone to pick up half the rent,So I placed an add and got a flat mate and I chose the first good looking guy who responded to my ad. His name was Peter and he worked in a warehouse near my end of town. He was 27 years old 6 foot 4, dark eyes and dark looks, and pretty good looking, part Italian, big sensuous lips, stubbly face and a muscled body that was slightly thick around the middle. He wore a gold chain over his white t-shirt. We got along okay the first week. I had hidden most ofmy stuff in a suitecase and the rest I told him was my ex girlfriends.

We tried to have some man chats but he didnt want to talk about womens fashion, we watched a few movies but he always went for war films and I wanted sex in the city and I tried to watch games of soccer he was a Manchester Utd fan and me I supported any good looking guy on the pitch sometimes everyone of them which got confusing when one of the teams scored. Then gradually he began to take over the place. It started with things like putting his posters on the wall and watching ESPN all the time. It progressed to him lying around on the couch all day while dishes piled up on the coffee table and the bathroom got unforgivably dirty. The place was turning into a guys pad. When he left for work in the early nmorning I would skip around foir the hour before I had to get to the office. I would put on my cleaning mini dress and just add a trace of make up. Then would love cleaning and getting my place tidy with Girls aloud or some thing light. But I missed Vicky so much. At one point when I had a morning off I got fully dressed and went out to Asdas loving it.On my return home after ork I had noticed how I left some pics of Vicky and one ex boy friend out. It was us naked in bed in the Brighton hotel. I had also left my handbag, with my womans ID's etc inside it along with some new cloths and heels from ebay picked up from the post office that I had been desparate to slip into. But as it was early in the evening when I returned and Peter was not at home yet I thought nothing of it but tidied them away.As for Peter mmmmm I much resented his laziness,but I couldn?t help but lust after this hot guy. I lived for the times when he came home from work all sweaty, leaving his bedroom door open a crack so I could sneak a peak while he stripped off his work clothes. He would come out in a pair of mesh shorts and a tight t-shirt and Id watch the firm mounds of his ass as he strode down the hall. I'd lie in my double perfumed bed at night dreaming of being his girl. But how could I attract him when I couldn't wear what I thought was needed to turn him on. Worst of all my legs were begining to get stubbly, my face cream was needed at night my nails were not good.

The down side was he was at best untidy and at worst a nightmare in a house. After a month of essentially being his secret cleaning lady, I decided to confront him about his mess. He was planted on the couch in his usual position, drinking beer and watching the tube. I sat across from him, he grunted hello but otherwise took no notice of me.' We need to talk', I said. ' About what?' . 'You sound like a woman', he grinned. 'You're not pulling your weight around here.' I retorted hands n my hips, 'Whatever, bro. or should I say sister', he said laughing, 'Don't be so uptight'. I screamed back, ' Uptight, Ive done your dishes for the past three weeks! You leave all of your shit lying around and I have to pick it up.' I didn't respond to the sister bit-I do look a bit pretty boy fem even in my male stuff '; 'So what ' he said, and turned back to the TV. I was speechless and incredibly pissed, but it didnt stop me from noticing the outline of his cock and how it lay along his thick, hairy thigh. I'm not sure if he noticed me looking, but his hand went down to his crotch and he started massaging his dick. He was looking right at me. 'Let me ask you a question', he said. 'Do you think you're pulling your weight around here Vicky darling?' W-what do you mean ? Peter rubbed his palm along his shaft. It was obviously thicker. 'I mean, I could use someone to take care of my needs. You know what I'm saying?' I kept staring, he kept fondling and watching me stare at him. Then, slowly, he pulled down the waistband of his shorts. Out popped a fat, hairy dick which was just as big and horny as I'd imagined it to be. It pulsed, bobbed and throbbed against his stomach.I now assumed that he knew I was a t'girl so my secret was out but I never thought he was anything less than straight. And even if he wasn?t 100% hetero, it was fast becoming obvious that he was at least a little bit freaky. An eternity passed as I stared at his handsome pole, which jerked with his pulse and seemed to beckon me closer. Peter took off his shorts completely, releasing his heavy, sagging nuts, and sat upright. 'Get the fuck over here', he said. 'You know you want to' . In a daze, I did something I never do in my mens cloths I minced over and knelt down before him. Peter looked down at me, a slight but satisfied smile on his face. Reaching forward, I went to take his cock in my hand, but Peter pushed my hand away. 'Not before you make yourself prett'y 'I am not gay' he said, he stood up and went to get some cloths out of my "ex girlfriends (my) wardrobe" and returned with my short mini dress, panties, mesh stockings, black bra, heels and make up bag. He tossed them across to me- put these on quick, Vicky then pasing me the make up bag and do your lips, .

I ran into my room dressed and made myself up quickly, spaying Chanal 5 as I went especially on my panties and cleavage, returning I saw he lay spawled watching football his cock lieing semi erect. 'mmm' he said 'you pretty thing'.."Hi my bitch" he said, you look great come here at once, I started by going down on his balls, lapping up each heavy orb before taking his whole sac into my mouth. Peter spread his legs and laid back, letting out his breath. Thats right, eat my fuckin balls. The scent of masculine sweat rose off of him. I ran my tongue up his salty shaft and wrapped my lips around the plump head of his pecker. Peter moaned. He put his hand on the back of my head, firmly pushing my face down on his dick. More of his cock slid past my lips until my nose was nestled in his damp pubes. I contracted my throat around it, feeling it pulse and harden. His hand stroked or slapped my arse, I was in love.I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, taking in the deep, pungent smells emanating from his crotch. Peter kept his hand on my head, urging me along as I chugged his cock in and out of my mouth. He was as hard as can be, and my own dicklet was in the same state. I took it out and stroked myself while I blew him.I don't know how long I sucked on that dick, but it felt like hours. Peter just laid back and watched me go to town; he didn't seem to be in any hurry to cum, and I was in no hurry to finish. Peter had finally demanded the kind of servicing that I could really enjoy.I lapped up under his balls and licked down his taint. Peter gasped, raising his ass slightly to give me better access. Peter's breathing got fast and shallow. Peter moaned earnestly, his whole body quivering, his rock-hard cock still pulsing against his stomach.I alternated between lapping at his ass and swallowing his dick. Peter was beside himself, he seemed like he was in awe of how good I could make him feel. It gave me a weird sense of power of him, even though I'd clearly given him control of the situation. He touched my nipples it was electric and brought his cock against them.When I let up to catch my breath, Peter looked down at my raging hard cocklet sticking out from the side of my panties. He took his own dick in his hand and stroked it slowly. I wanna fuck your girl ass now Vicky', he said, standing up from the couch. His dick lolled out in front of him. 'You want this big cock inside you?' I answered by getting up on the couch lifting my skirt and spreading my ass for him. There was nothing I wanted more right then than to get fucked by this guy. My ass was hungry for his dick. Peter pulled aside my panties put his hands on my smooth cheeks and spread them apart. I've got a nice butt it might be my best asset - and I could tell Peter was getting off on my smooth, pink hole by the way he licked his finger and rubbed it into me.Peter lined his hips up with mine and pressed his cock head against my hole, mashing it around and getting it slick with his pre-come. He took his spit-slicked finger and slid it inside me, opening my ass wide. I gasped, but I quickly got used to the feeling. Peter was relentless, his finger pumped in and out of my hungry ass with no mercy. I sensed I'd better get myself ready for a rough fuck. My roommate wanted to use my ass to get off, and to him, my pleasure was secondary.He must have slicked up his dick pretty well because I was surprised at how easily he entered me. I yelled out from the shock of it but Peter never let up. He just kept feeding me that fat cock until his hips were pressed against mine, the full length of his cock buried inside. Then he drew back out and began to fuck, riding in and out of me like I was a blow-up doll or something. 'Good girl' he said, I was loving it, and I bucked back to meet his rude, insistent humping. Peter spanked my ass as his balls slapped my balls rhythmically.

'Nice, tight ass, your very pretty' he grunted, solely focused on the feelings my ass was giving to his prick. He just held on to it and fucked away, working me over while my own unattended hard-on whapped against my stomach with each thrust. This was what I had wanted all along, I realized. To be used by him. All that anger was being channeled into pure lust. I imagined the scenarios in which I wanted to put him ? to have him sit on my face while he watched TV; to have him bend me over the sink and fuck me while I did his dishes. Anything, so long as he kept feeding me that beautiful dick.He sat on the couch and pulled me on top of him, and I rode him like a horse on a carousel. He literally held me in his hands, bouncing me up and down on his dick while he looked me in the eyes. A look came into his eyes that I'd never seen before. He brought his handsome face closer to mine and enthusiastically kissed me, our tongues writhing against each other, our energies intensifying and intermingling.I think it had gotten deeper than either of us had realized, and Peter snapped back into reality like he?'d just realized what he was doing.

He smiled at me, then lifted me up and tossed me back on to the couch. He threw my legs over his shoulders and rammed his cock right back inside.He fucked me intensely, going faster and harder, and from his breathing I could tell he was getting close. 'I'm gonna blow in you baby', he growled. I pushed back to let him know that's what I wanted.With a final loud grunt, he shoved his rod all the way inside of me and started to unload. His guttural moans filled the room as he blew his jizz into me, his rod pulsing with each hot shot. When he was done he pulled out and collapsed back on the couch. You gotta towel? he said. Before I could answer, I looked down and realized I had lost my load all over my stomach. I hadnt realized it, I hadnt even been touching myself. 'We dont need one darling' I answered, and I proceeded to lick clean his dick and finger lick my stomach, in that order. From then on it became clear that my new job as Peter's bitch was to take care of his dick whenever he wanted, which was usually every day after he came home from work. So that is the new roommate situation. I'd be lying if I said it didn't bother me sometimes. His instructions were clear, my new name was Victoria I had to have a very smooth body, nice make up, perfume, nice sexy secretary cloths and his tea on the table. It was heaven. Ill come home to a mess of an apartment and loads of come-covered laundry to do, and I swear Ill never do it again. But then Peter comes home with a sheen of sweat covering his body and a look in his eye that says he plans on fucking me all night. By one am I've got two of his loads in my stomach, Peter's pushing me against the wall getting ready to give me a third, and all of the animosity I held toward him is long, long forgotten. I mean, can you really blame me?

Miss Victoria B Miller

Vicky enjoys two at once A short Story by Miss Victoria Bobbie Miller.

I had lived with Mike now for about a year. He was a nice guy, over 6 foot tall, sweet Scots accent, broad shoulders, slim hips, strong hands and nice eyes. He was a rugby player and could lift me up like those odd shaped balls and place me down on any surface he liked and the meatier the surface the happier I was at being lifted. We had met at a party and although he was unaware of the gender bending issues that i had, due to our body chemistry he was attracted to me and I to him. We dated, he found out about my extra bits early on, and was happy to be with me, heaven. In the apartment our relationship was good, we both worked hard and played hard..the harder he played the better I was especially in bed. Pretty soon I had more than adopted the feminine role and loved to make him happy. I liked cooking and cleaning and sorting out things in the house, Mike was great at handy man jobs like curtain rails, putting together our IKEA bedroom furniture and fantastic with my old MGB roadster classic car and all that kind of stuff. He even dropped me off for my sun bed, nail and hair appointments without any fuss and waited patiently if we chatted to long over coffee on my girls evening in that I loved to go to with my girl friends. ( I was always extra nice to him afterwards) We had some fantastic holidays as well I was very much in love and he with me. Everyday I would come in from work and get something more feminine on, redo my hair and spray my Chanel number 5. I had become more and more womanly and to tell you the truth I was unsure whether or not my changing emotions were due to being Mikes woman or the over the counter hormone tablets that I was on. Whatever I was enjoying life .Tonight I was making Mike and his friend John a light meal round at Johns place after which they had planned a few drinks as they watched the match. After the meal I sat on the couch between John and Mike, bad weather meant the match was off and to be honest both men wanted to go out for a drink to get over their disappointment but I really had looked forward to a night in, loving the thought of looking kind of sexy hostess with the most-ess in my new short skirt and low sleeveless top and extra high red heels, tottering about making them drinks, bending over to divert their attention from the game and showing my white silk panties, whilst they enjoyed themselves watching the match. MEN so childish with their different rugby football strips on but they both had nice hairy legs and a good figure, and John was sexy. But things had gone wrong and now Mike was lazily flicking through the channels. The match was off, rain or something, god and I thought these guys were supposed to be tough what was wrong with a flooded pitch cant they do water in rugby? Mike was now a bit bored he had to be entertained or he got disruptive or needed wanking off or a blow job.... His flicking habit irritated me, but I didn't want to come across as a bitch or blow him lol, in front of his friend. I glanced over at John, and thought I saw a twitch of annoyance at the corner of his mouth. His mouth was beautiful; full soft lips that stretched across his face in a sparkling smile. Whenever he was excited about anything he had the most kissable grin. I imagined pushing one hand through his blond, spiky hair, kissing that cushioned mouth, feeling his tongue move into my mouth.My eyes widened involuntarily. There was no way I should be fantasizing about Mike's friend, especially with my gorgeously oblivious boyfriend sitting right next to me. My thigh was pressing against Mike's, my body sinking against his in an outward show of loyalty as my mind wandered through the possibilities of John.I drained my glass of white wine, and stood up. ?Anyone want another drink and shall I serve the half time snacks now...Sure, babe? Mike's words were already slurring, his smile lazy with half-closed eyes.I'll help you out? John followed me into his kitchen. I couldn't tell if it was my imagination, or if he was watching me walk ahead of him. I let my ass sashay back and forth, relishing in the heat of John's gaze.I turned to him in the kitchen. ?You want something??One of his stomach-dropping grins played around his mouth. I wanted that mouth on me, sucking furiously at my nipples, licking my clitlet, rimming his tongue inside me. ?Sure,? John said slowly, holding my look, ?I'll do another whiskey.?I swallowed my moment of disappointment, and turned to pour the whiskey into the tumblers. I felt something brush against my ass cheeks, so lightly I could have imagined it. I turned around, electrified, feeling my nipples stiffen under my silk top, and saw John taking the ice cube trays from the freezer.He got his ice and as I turn my back I clearly felt his fingers in between my thighs. God it felt good. I went pink and I followed him tottering in my heels as he laughed his way into the living room and we sat down next to Mike on the couch. This time I let my knee rest lightly against John's leg as i squirmed against Mike. The tickle of his leg hair was almost unbearable against my bare recently waxed legs , with me imagining those prickly legs sliding against mine as we ground our hips against each other. I took a long drink, feeling the cool Frasquito with ice sliding all the way down my throat.Mike looked over at me. He could tell, with that perfect sense of his, that I was horny. He let the channel flicking stop on Big TV, showing soft porn at this time of night. On the screen, a couple writhed against each other in pre-sex longing, his hand pushing at her breast, his tongue flicking her neck.?Finally! Something good on.? Mike tipped back his glass, putting one hand just above my knee, kneading my leg with his thumb. I was surprised. He was never usually this affectionate around his friends.I sat back, enjoying his hand on me. ?Man, my muscles are sore today.??You want a shoulder massage?? This, from John, made my eyebrows shoot up in shock. I said nothing. ?That cool with you, man?? John addressed Mike.?Yeah, sure. Save me some of the work!?I turned my back to John on the couch, resting my legs across Mike's lap. John's hands danced across my bare shoulders, fluttering with the lightest of touches, priming every inch of skin before pushing his palms satisfyingly across me, kneading deep into my muscles.Mike was stroking my legs now, long strokes into the arch of my instep. I let out a quiet moan, unable to take the pleasure of both sets of strong hands pushing at my skin. I laughed a little. ?Sorry...feels really good.?John's breath was warm against my neck, the sweet hot smell of alcohol making me feel heady. His rubs became more insistent, his thumbs circling hard against my lower back. Mike began to kiss up my calves, the way he always did, the way that always made me soaking wet and begging for his touches. I could feel my panties already drenched through, my peachy heat hot and aching.Mike lifted up my legs, stood up and then knelt down next to me. ?No reason why she should have all the fun,? he said, motioning to the screen. He pulled my legs apart, kissing my inner thighs in long, tender thighs. As I felt John's lips brush against my neck, his hands moving around to cup my small breasts, I shuddered violently, joy pulsating through me as I realized my fantasy was finally coming true.Mike reached my silk panties, looking up at me and laughing at how wet I was. He began kissing my swollen cocklet through the cotton, and John delved inside my bra, pinching down on my nipples. I gasped at the sensation, arching to push myself harder at Mike's magical mouth, my back pressing on John's chest and my head on his shoulder.I turned my face, wondering if he would kiss me. He dipped his head to meet mine, his soft lips moving on mine exactly the way I'd imagined. Mike pulled the elastic edge of my underwear aside, and as his tongue swirled in direct blissful contact with my now throbbing clit, John worked his tongue lightly against mine. I couldn't take the feeling of the two tongues moving me, Mike lapping at m peachy heat rimming me expertly, guiding me higher, John squeezing my breast harder with one hand, kissing me deeply. I kept my mouth pressed against his, gulping for more and more of him as I felt my orgasm building, rushing through me. My whole body was juddering in their grasp as I lost myself in pure pleasure.My eyelids fluttered as I came to, Mike lifting his head from between my legs, John holding me still from behind. Mike smiled at me, placing his hand over my warm crotch. ?Can you take more, babe??I nodded, still hardly able to believe it was happening. ?Yeah,? I managed, breathlessly.Mike looked at John with a proud expression. ?She can always take more.??Wanna move to the bedroom?? John asked, one thumb still idly circling my nipple. I could feel his erection pressing against my back.Mike stood and offered me his hand, gentleman as ever, and I followed him into John's bedroom. John pulled the covers off his bed, peeling off his shirt and adding it to the pile. His chest was tanned bronze, small nipples on hard, rounded pecs, the abs below jutting out with arrogant perfection. I could tell Mike had him beat on arms, those thick biceps I loved to grab onto as he fucked me, feeling his strength all over.John pulled off his shorts, his boxers, his erection springing free. Mike too was naked now, the sweet curve of his ass exposed.I knelt down between the two of them, holding John's hot, hard dick in one hand as I closed my lips around Mike's pulsating head. I moved my hand up and down John's shaft as I pushed my mouth down the whole length of Mike, letting his cock hit the smooth back of my throat. ?Oh, fuck,? he let out, closing his eyes as I gagged on him. I sucked him hard for a few seconds, then switched my mouth over to John, licking all around the top of his cock. I looked up at him as I plunged my mouth down over him, moving my tongue against him as I held him tightly between my lips. I cupped his balls with one hand as I sucked, loving the feeling of a different dick grazing along the roof of my mouth.?I gotta sit,? John moaned, ?Holy shit, that feels good.? He moved over to the bed, lying back with legs spread, holding his cock out for more. I positioned myself there, raising my ass my short skirt around my waist and spreading my own legs just enough for Mike to enter me from behind.As I took John in my mouth I felt Mike's cock pushing at my lips. He spread my ass cheeks apart, letting his head enter me, teasing me for a moment. I moaned at him, my mouth full of John's dick, and he finally plunged inside me, the long hardness of him filling me as he pushed even harder against me. He drew back, easing into his rhythm, bumping me forward with every thrust so that John's cock was pushed further into my mouth.?Yeah, baby, suck him; suck his cock, good girl,? Mike let out, grabbing my shoulder with one hand to thrust even deeper. I sucked on John furiously, moving my hand up his cock and deep-throating him on the way back down. He was gasping with pleasure, the only words he could manage were the occasional eruption of ?Yes,? ?Fuck,? ?Yes?. Tears sprang into my eyes, but I couldn't get enough of the two of them plunging deep inside me.John lifted my head for a second. ?Whoa,? he said, ?I don't wanna finish yet.? He was panting, his cock strained toward me for more.?Here,? I said, ?you should get a turn.?Mike drew back, out of me, and John shifted down the bed. I climbed on top of him, rubbing his head against my hot peachy heat, watching his face as I slid down on top of him. His dick was shorter than Mike's, but thicker, not reaching so deep inside me but spreading me apart with his width. I gasped as he bucked against me, forcing my peachy hole to accommodate him.Mike was rubbing my ass lovingly. I turned my head to look at him and as he put one finger in his mouth I knew what was coming. John was holding on to my ass as I slid up and down his cock. ?Pull her ass apart,? Mike instructed him, and John's strong fingers obeyed, opening me up to Mike. He rubbed his saliva covered fingers over my asshole, curving two fingers up to slide inside me. Feeling him push into me there I cried out, half in pain and half in excited pleasure. Mike moved his fingers slowly, in and out, exploring, letting me open up to him. He positioned his cock at the opening, moving insistently against me as I tensed up again. ?Relax babe,? he said, making me scream as he pushed inside.He stopped there, still, letting me get used to the feel of him, letting my ass relax slightly around them both , before pulling back and thrusting back into me, relentless. With every one of their thrusts I was yelling out, loving the feeling of absolute fulfillment, two hard cocks banging deep into me. Mike was grunting with satisfaction, my ass clenched tight around him.I was grinding against John, leaning forward so my cockle rubbed against his pelvic bone. I felt another orgasm building from far away, the feeling of two dicks completely filling me up so foreign and so fantastic. Nothing could give me more pleasure than this; nothing could be more complete; being plunged into again and again, feeling both of them strain with wanting against me. I rubbed harder, my cries getting louder. I felt John tense underneath me, Mike's grip on my shoulder tighten as I shook and shook with waves of ecstasy, letting each one overtake me as I thrust against their cocks for more. My cockle spasmed around John's shaft, rippling through to Mike still ramming my ass.As soon as I came, I felt John arching against me. ?I want you in my mouth,? I said, and he nodded, with Mike still inside me, and began sucking him again, licking up the hot juices. Mike was moving faster now, slamming against me in the buildup to his orgasm. I felt him stiffen, pound into my ass even deeper for three, four long strokes as he came. John was on the verge of coming, and as soon as I took his balls in one hand, massaging them as I took him as far as I could into my throat, he bucked against me, hips pulsing forward. I felt the hot jet of his cum spray into my mouth and swallowed, swallowed again as he finished and licked the top of his dick clean.Mike pulled out of me, still breathing heavily. John was shaking his head in amazement.?You guys should, uh, come over more often,? was all he said as he leaned back against the pillows.I smiled, still relishing the feeling of them both inside me, trying to memorize every detail.

love Vicky xx

Sex on the underground A short story by Victoria Bobbie Miller

A few years back when I was 30 years old I was sent on a training course in my new job, the course lasted three weeks and took place down in London. At the time I only dressed either for myself or for certain friends who granted me sexual favours. I lodged with an bi sexual ex girlfriend from my teens, Carol who had loved dressing me up in her cloths. So I was able to become my feminine self in the evenings. It was lovely to be all feminine with a full time girl companion do our hair and nails etc and just chat over a nice bottle of Frascatti or 2. I did confide in her when we were doing a facial de tox, that I had freaked out on the course by the fact I was physically attracted to a few guys when I was not fully en femme but wearing my lovely satin lingerie. She said it sounded like the bisexual part of me that she always suspected was there was now coming out when I felt pretty. She said she knew loads of guys who loved tgirls and her boss Henry was always trying to recruit pretty ones like me. She said Vicky your a girl inside and when your dressed like you are now, you dont look like a guy at all, I just laughed, and looking over in her direction covered in cream and cucumbers, my hair in rollers to give it bounce, with my baby doll under my silk robe and my fluffy heels on. I said hey we could be the London equivalent to sex in the city. But as for the guys on course maybe she was right, not knowing how to deal with this situation, I certainly didn't want to talk about it with them, because I knew they would laugh and probably reject me but if I looked girlier and smelt and looked nice, who knows. My friend said that the next time it happened then I should find a way of checking the situation out, also she said I made a very pretty girl more pretty and cute and better as a girl than I looked as a guy. So she said Vicky, express yourself where something feminine you will look lovely and I bet you get approached. Anyhow the course was boring apart from the few hunky guys, even the other girls were a bit stiffy and didn't talk feelings, fashion, celebrity gossip or anything that was usually important. Every morning was the same old routine; out of bed off with my cute pyjamas, shower soap shave everywhere so that I was ultra smooth, check my make up was fully removed, apply some, day cream, slip into my lingerie, check my nails, have a light breakfast, change my robe for the rougher mans attire spray some nice cologne, then walk practicing my poise down to the bus stop, be squashed and lurch about whilst checking out what the girls were wearing, take the Underground, being surrounded by mostly ugly, smelly people. By day three I had been encouraged by my friend to try out the sales on Oxford Road, a few womens shops had 70% off and I was gradually turning myself more and more en femme. One certain day after the course I had waited for everyone to leave and had nipped into the ladies loos and had dressed myself in a deep brown lovely ladies trousers suite that had a light silky flowing feel, underneath was my usual cream suspender belt stockings and silk panties. Up above I wore a simple white silk t-shirt and a loose cream camisole. My boobs were still developing but the nipples did make a nice impression through the sheer material which you could glimpse invitingly through the single buttoned suite jacket. A little medium pink eye shadow, brown mascara and nude lipstick with a light liner looked okay under my waxed streaked blond, pixie, boyish hairstyle which I fluffed out. A nice smart pair of 1.5" dark brown pumps which looked a bit like brogues with two laces, matched my smart brown leather zipped Filofax case. The case had room for makeup etc if you took most of the pages out, and this finished off my tom boy city girl look. I admired myself in the mirror before exiting the loos and stepping into the quite corridor..I was feeling extra lovely and free. My unwanted mens stuff I left in my lockers by the main door. A few swinging step down Oxford Street, moving my ass to the tube felt great and I was getting some looks built my confidence, as did the nice old guy holding open the door for me at the tube. I chatted small talk with him as we were pushed along with the crowds down to the platform. Which I stepped onto smelling off my favourite Chanel 5 perfume and then onto the carriage when it arrived. As usual everywhere was crowded and my boyish feminine attire was lost in the rest of the work weary crowd. The Underground was packed as always, and here I was standing in the middle of one of the carriages my clothes felt lovely on against my smooth legs ad body, and I was enjoying the sensation of getting a couple of looks from some young guys and a very smiling look from a dyke down the carriage. I couldn't help but lick my lips a little and smile at her, she smiled back sweetly. She had nice eyes and a strong looking figure. At least I thought, the 15-minute trip would be for me not as boring as usual. Within moments, I felt a hand brushing up against my ass. At first I thought someone was trying to grab the pole to hold on, until I realized the hand continued to massage my ass cheeks in-between running his fingers along the outline of my suspenders and panties . Being shy, and this having never happened to me before, I didn't turn around to see who it was. Enjoying what was going on, licking my lips at the dyke whilst I was hoping the people around me wouldn't notice what was happening under my silks to my cocklet which was slowly responding to the unknown caress-er. The hand slowly slid to the front of my body and continued its massage inside my leg until it stopped on my upper thigh. I could now see it belonged to a man, it looked tanned and strong with well manicured nails which I like. Continuing to move his hand upward on my thigh, he reached his final destination--my crotch. Massaging my cocklet through the fabric of my pants, my cocklet was now responding to his touch. Instinctively I moved my body closer to his, my ass now rubbing against the bulge in his pants. He put both hands on my hips and pulled me strongly backwards onto his hardening bulge. Simply heaven heaven heaven heaven wonderful heaven it felt divine through my silky trousers and satin panties. His hands moved again and continuing to massage my cocklet through my pants during the Underground ride, this stranger could now feel my entire 6" of hard meat. I started to leak a little oh god no stains I screamed inside please my suite my pretty suite would look awful, Suddenly, he started poking my peachy asshole through the fabric of my pants with his finger, sending electric vibes through my body. I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I couldn't believe how good this man was making me feel. I wanted to stay all night in the Underground. He was massaging my cock with one hand and pushing a finger in my asshole with the other. I moved slowly swaying with hot pleasures, moaning and licking my soft lips I would have wanted to take my pants off to give him easier access to my body, but since there was a lot of people in the Underground, I couldn't. The attractive manly, dyke was watching me in some amazement and as the train stopped she squeezed past me with a smile pushing a small note into my suite pocket. See you tomorrow she said, loved watching you, my names Bobbie, ring me babe. Sure I said.
The train jerked to a start and the finger pushed inside me further. He had stopped fondling my cocklet and concentrated on my thighs and ass which I preferred. At one point, in a low sexy tone the man whispered in my ear "Youre a pretty thing? Later "I love your ass I'm going to make it mine" " you little minx" "move that ass girl" then" I'm getting off at the next station, follow me." I didn't know what to do. I didn't know this guy. In fact, I couldn't even see his face. However, I was so aroused by the way he was touching me, curiosity got the better of me and I followed him my heels clipping on the platform down to the ticket booth, I smiled sweetly at the old ticket guy who leered sexily at me over touching my hand as he clipped the ticket. Once we got off the Underground, I finally saw my lovers face. He was much older than me, around 55 years old based on the greying highlights in his short light brown hair. "My name is Henry," he said as he pulled me close to him, squeezing my ass cheeks with his firm hands and pulling my head to his with a kiss. He took my hand and led me up the stairs and out of the Underground station. Once we were outside, I was feeling very nervous as I had no idea of what to expect next. Noticing I still had my raging hard-on from the exciting Underground ride, Henry looked at me and asked "What's your name, cutie?" "Vicky ," I responded with a shaky voice. Walking in a park near the Underground station, I was too shy to say anything. Walking by his side nervously holding his hand, I began wondering where he was taking me. He stopped and turned towards me again, reaching out he grasped my neck and pulled me closer to his lips kissing me deeply. "God you smell beautiful girl" He withdrew his kisses his hands massaging my ass and reaching under and through my legs he pulled me upwards powerfully kissing me "Your my little girl" he said holding me around my waist we walked on, Suddenly stopping next to a small cabin where the park employees store the equipment, he managed to get the door open and pulled me inside. As soon as he closed the door he turned and kissed me and whilst our lips met , Henry helped me to slowly take off my clothes. I was so excited at this time; I couldn't believe I was going to get naked in front of a man letting him see my girly-ness and my hard cockle pointing at him. Completely naked now, he got close to me placing his hands on the firm cheeks of my ass. Kissing me hungrily, his tongue pushed deep in my mouth almost choking me. The feeling was unbelievable. As he was kissing me, his hands started sliding over my body quickly moving everywhere his fingers on my nipples and then grabbing my throbbing cock. Slowly stroking my hair pulling me everywhere fingers snatching at my ass while at the same time French kissing me, I was in heaven! I never felt this good in my life. After a few minutes, he stepped back and just looked at me. In a firm, authoritative tone, "take my trousers down undress me." I did as he said, within seconds he was completely naked. Staring at his expanding cock, as long as mine and two times thicker. Putting a hand on his cock and gently stroking it, this was the first time I touched a complete strangers cock for years, Henry put his hands behind my head his fingers twined in my shoulder length hair and guided my mouth onto his hard manhood. "Suck it!" he said pushing my head closer to his cock. I was able to smell his musky, sexual scent. Opening my mouth, this stranger forced his massive cock deep inside. Choking on its thickness, I slowly sucked his cock while swirling my tongue around the tip. "Mmmmm--yessss, Vicky!." Henry was really enjoying this. The more he moaned - the faster I slid my mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. "Oh! Vicky! You are a great Cock sucker! That's it you little pussy? Let me fuck your mouth." I could tell by the sudden jerking of his rock hard cock lodged in my mouth, he was on the verge of cumming. Just when I thought he was going to empty his load, he pulled out of my mouth and pushed me on the floor of the small cabin. "Get on your knees you little slut! I'm going to fuck your girly ass" I did as he instructed. I was a little bit scared because I never had anything put up my ass before. He lubed my asshole, then pushed two fingers deep in my tight hole stretching the opening. While he was finger fucking my ass, I started massaging my cock slowly. Pushing a third finger in my ass, it started to hurt and I let out a loud moan. "Don't worry girl you'll get use to it," Henry remarked. Stroking his tool with his own saliva for lubrication he slipped a condom on and more lube , a few seconds later I felt Henry's thick cock entering my ass--stretching the entrance to it's maximum. I screamed in pain. There were tears running down my cheeks. He forced deeper, then withdrew completely. It gave me an amazing feeling. I continued jacking off. Then without warning, he shoved his fleshy weapon deep in the entrance. God I felt a complete woman, This stranger's length was impaled so deep into me, I felt his swelling balls bouncing on my own sac. With brutal force, Henry was fucking my tight ass. "Oh yess!!! You're my bitch, Vicky! You ass is so tight." I was on the verge of cuming. His hot body was pressed to mine. I could feel beads of sweat trickling down my back as Henry continued pumping me. I couldn't hold it anymore, I felt my orgasm build up inside and in seconds I shot out a huge load of cum forming a pool beneath me. On the verge of cuming himself, the stranger at the last minute slipped out of my hole-turned me around-and slid his slick covered shaft deep inside my mouth. Not having time to react, he spurted a warm load of cum-over my mouth and face. I loved the taste and feeling of this stranger's cream going down my throat. Collapsing on the floor for the next few minutes, I got back to my senses. Looking at me, Henry's final remarks were, "You're a good bitch, Vicky . Maybe we'll meet again tomorrow in the Underground." Smiling at me as he got dressed, the stranger stepped out of the cabin leaving me completely naked lying in my own cum and covered in his. I dressed slowly feeling so much the woman who had pleased her man. I walked slowly feeling good and reliving the way his dick had entered me.
I had to retake the underground one more stop with lube in my ass and a slight stain on my suite. I had minced up to the ticket guy still tasting Henrys cum, the guy could smell me, a mix of expensive perfume and cum and gave me a smile and squeeze on my ass as I walked past, I wanted to miss the little freak but instead I decided I was a smart city girl who loved casual sex and not a prostitute, so I just turned and blew him a kiss before swinging my hips down the platform to the ladies loo so I could fix myself with a stronger shade of lipstick and now that I was confident with black mascara, I read Bobbies note and thought it fun to date her and rang when I got off the tube. She sounded lovely and so dominant that I arranged to meet her the following day for lunch. Tomorrow, I would wear my new suite to the course, with just a little make up I decided. Vic becomes Vicky. When I got back home, having re lived and re loved every divine moment on the train my ex girlfriend Carol told me to sit down she had a confession to make, she had conspired with her ex boss, to be on the same tube, he had followed me on to the platform, but she said the good news is my boss Henry rang to say he met you as we had planned on the train. He told me to tell you, she said that you’re a hot minx. Vicky she said he wants to invite you to interview which would mean staying on in London as his secretary.
We dressed ourselves in our best sexiest clothes, I rang Bobbie and asked if she was out tonight and we arranged to meet up there and then and the three of us went out to celebrate as best friends do lapping up the looks of the guys and having some flirt fun.

story by
MissVictoria Bobbie Miller

Every morning starts beautifullywith the sound of your sweet voice from a phone call.It’s second best to actually embracing you in my arms,under the covers that protect us from the chill that lies outside.Your melodic wake-up laughter over the phone is second bestto the overwhelming smile I see in the morning,when I hold you in my armsafter having spent another wonderful night with you.Your “I Love You”s over the phonealways make me smile and hold the phone tighter,second best to looking into your eyes with those words,and being able to deeply kiss you afterwards,sending a chilling warmth throughout our bodies.But with you… you are my #1.The closest person in the world to me.With you, there is no second best.There is no one close to even being “second” or “best”.I hold you, alone, in the most intimate place in my heart.It’s a place where I can feel you, still close, when you’re far away.Where I can close my eyes, and hear your voice,listen to your laugh, and feel your “I Love You”s.So please, keep calling me in the morning.Cause second to your kisses,theres no better alarm clock than your personalized ring.No better way to begin the day than with you.
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The nights became cold,

Darkness surrounding me..

I held him close..

Closer to me.

He wrapped his arms

Around my naked body..

Caressing me,

Feeling me.

Kissing my ears gently..

Soft whispersOf his undying love..

He lusts for me.
I long for such intimacy,

Such orgasmic fantasy

Of lit candles and fallen rose petals

Surrounding us

Our bed,

As i lie beside him

Watching him..

Each movement he made.
I love the way he looks into my eyes,

Seducing me

With such innocent,

Sensual eyes.

I lie closer to him

Our bodies merged..

Inseperatable,

Shemale Seduction of Newlyweds On Honeymoon written by Amy
Hello, my name is Amy and this is the kinky sex story of my honeymoon and how my husband Todd and I were seduced by a Shemale.
It all started when we got to Jamaica. Todd and I had spent months planning every detail of our wedding and when we tried to decide where to go for our honeymoon, we had a very difficult time. We both could agree on someplace tropical and someplace where we would not be disturbed by anything or anyone. Todd was set on Hawaii but I really wanted to Carribean. Todd didn’t like Cancun because there were too many distractions. I didn’t like Tahiti because everyone spoke french. So finally we decided on Jamaica because it was cheap, tropical and they spoke English.
After a wonderful ceremony, we whisked away on a midnight flight to Jamaica. We slept the whole way in first class and woke up to a beautiful day. Todd had surprised me with a limo and driver waiting for us. The driver was a beautiful tall Jamaican person holding a sign that said,
“Mr. and Mrs. Jones”.
I got very excited to see that sign reminding me that I was now a married woman. The driver’s name was Samka and gave us both a big hug and said, “Welcome to Jamaica Mr. and Mrs. Jones”. Samka kissed us both on the cheeks and we got into the lino and she drove us to our hotel.
At the hotel, my new husband explained that he was very tired and wanted to take a nap. Samka explained that we had purchased the deluxe package deal and that she would be our escort for entire stay. A little goes a long way in Jamaica. So I asked Samka if she would take me shopping while my husband slept.
Samka took me to a very sexy lingerie store knowing that it was our honeymoon and I might enjoy buying something sexy. I picked out a sexy teddy and tried it on and modeled it for our escort Samka. Meanwhile she had picked out some very slutty clothes for me to try on as well. I spent the entire afternoon trying on different lingerie and modeling for Samka. It was great fun.
On the way home, Samka asked if I wanted to let my new husband sleep a little more and maybe we could stop by a neat local bar and get some cocktails. I thought why not, I’m on my honeymoon.
Samka bought me 3 myti’s and before I knew it, I was very very drunk due to the jet lag and being so tired. After my 4th myti, Samka drove me back to the hotel room and escorted me in. My husband was not there, he must have woke up and gone out to the beach or something.
“Why don’t you try on your favorite outfit before your husband come home”, Samka said.
I was feeling very drunk and light headed and could barely walk.
“Do you need me help?” The Jamaican escort said.
“Sure Samka, could you help me please?” I asked.
Samka slowly undressed me. I began to notice that she smelled very musky and her facial features were very masculine. As Samka slid my newly bought panties over my pussy, I began to get arroused. I didn’t think a woman could make me feel that way. When Samka strapped me into my new lace bra, my nipples became obviously erect.
“Samka”, I said. “I am getting very turned on. You are touching me very erotically or something. Your beautiful dark black skin looks so good next to my breasts.” I said slurring my words and becoming very wet as well.
“You like the way I dress you? It’s ok, don’t be shy.” She said.

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And then Samka kissed me. I was taken totally by surprise and was unable to say anything. She pushed her large tongue deep into my mouth and forcefully explored it. I was overcome by excitement and felt totally helpless.
Then Samka worked her large black finger into my panties and I blushed as she discovered how wet she had made me. I began to get very light headed and forgot all about it being my honeymoon.
Samka picked me up off the ground with both her arms and carried me to the bed where she lay me down, lifted my arms behind my head, and continued to kiss me. I was overcome with ecstasy and completely incapable of stopping her.
Samka then lay down on top of me and that’s when I noticed something very odd. There seemed to be a rather large cock rubbing against my soaked pussy. I was very confused. I opened my eyes and looked at Samka in amazement.
“You feel me large cock?” Samka said.
I moaned back, “ummmmhuuuuuu”.
Samka pulled down her mini skirt and the next think I felt was the largest dick entering me that I have ever felt. This black Jamaican escort was a shemale! Oh my god!
I began to feel this giant dick penetrate me deep, deeper, and deeper still. It hurt at first but then it felt so good that I was unable to protest, nor did I want to. I began to cum almost immediately and moaned and tossed as Samka continued to deeply tongue my mouth.
“Oh god”, I thought, “what am I doing? what if my new husband sees me? What am I doing”.
More orgasms followed as Samka rocked my hips and thrust deep into the core of my being. I had never had sex with a shemale, much less a black person, and on my honeymoon. And to make it all even more exciting, my husband could walk in at any moment. I came more and harder than I had ever come before. I was making uncontrollable moans and at times was aware of how loud I was squealing.
After about a half hour of pure sexual ecstasy, I felt Samka’s cock begin to explode. She pulled out and came in my mouth as I opened up wide to take her ropes and ropes of black Jamaican cum.
When it was all over, I lay there feeling more satisfied than I had every felt. I also begin to feel very guilty and had a difficult time knowing which emotion I should feel more. I passed out and woke up and Samka was gone and it was dark. I got up took a shower and wondered where Samka and my husband were. I left the hotel and went for a walk on the beach to clear my head and think about what I should tell my husband if anything.
All I could think about was the size of the cock that had just been inside me. I had never had orgasms like that before. Why did it have to happen on my honeymoon. The more I thought about it, the more wet I became. I could not stop thinking about Samka;s beautiful face kissing me deeply and her giant cock carrying me to such pleasure. My panties began to get soaked just thinking about it and I walked back past the balcony of our hotel room to see if there was a light on.
To my surprise, there was a light on. I stood on the beach and peered into our hotel room to see if I could see my darling husband and wondered what I might say to him. To my shock, I saw what looked like two people on the bed. Yes, it was two people, a white man, and………….Samka. Oh My God!!!
I inched closer to the balcony and witnessed my husband on his back with Samka’s huge black cock in his mouth. And Samka had my husband’s cock in his mouth. They were in the 69 position.
And then a huge wave of emotion came over me. At first……..rage………then intrigue gave way to enjoyment. Seeing my husband with Samka’s black cock in his mouth was actually turning me on. I stood there and began to finger my clit in the shadows on the beach watching my new husband sucking a cock.

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I watched as Samka begin to explode in my husbands mouth. I wondered if my husband could taste my pussy on Samka’s black cock. I began to cum all over my finger and then I watched my husband start to cum into Samka’s beautiful face.
“Wow”, I thought. “Now what should I do?” I decided to give them 10 minutes before I entered the room. As I walked around I realized I was off the hook and didn’t need to feel guilty anymore. We both had secum to the sexuality of Samka and both had eaten the forbidden fruit. Speaking of fruit, I had to wonder if perhaps my husband was gay. He didn’t seem gay, but watching him suck cock was a HUGE turn on anyways. Now all I could think about was sex. Samka’s cock in me, and Samka’s cock in my husbands mouth. Marriage meant nothing, my husband meant nothing, I was awash in a sex of sexual pleasure that I could not shake. I knew what I needed to do next.
I sat in the lobby and waited for Samka to leave the hotel. Then I went to our hotel room and entered finding my husband asleep on the bed naked. I covered him up and lay next to him and we slept together, our first night as husband and wife.
The next day I woke up so horny I could taste it. But my husband woke up feeling very guilty.
“Honey”, he said. “Our escort guide is a shemale. That’s right Samka is actually a man and has a dick!” He said.
“What?” I said, pretending to be astonished.
“Yes, it’s true. And even worse. Last night I went looking for you and got very drunk. Samka found me in the bar and I think he/she seduced me last night.” He said very ashamed.
“What did you and Samka do last night?” I asked.
“Well, I don’t remember exactly but I am pretty sure we were naked and did something we were not supposed to do.” He said.
“Did you suck Samka’s cock sweetie?” I asked my new husband.
“I’m not sure but I think I did.” He said.
“Did you enjoy it hon?” I asked him.
“Well, I don’t recall. What do you mean?” He said.
“Well I just want to make sure you’re not gay since we JUST got married. And how could you do that on our honeymoon?” I scolded him.
“I am so sorry sweetie. Please forgive me. I was drunk and tired and horny and surprised. I thought Samka was a girl. It all happened so fast. I was seduced. It will never happen again.” He said begging and crying.
I consoled him gently. “there there baby. I am very upset with you but I’m proud that you told me about it and were honest. It’s a problem but one that can be fixed.” I said.
“I am so sorry, I’ll do anything to make it up to you.” He said.
“Well there is one thing that we can do that might even the score.” I said.
“Anything, I’ll do anything.” He said crying.
“I think it’s only fair that I do what you did.” I said.
“What do you mean?” He said.
“Well, if you slept with Samka, I should sleep with Samka.” I said and when I said it, I just about came in my panties.
My husband began to protest a great deal, but I explained that I would walk out on him and even divorce him for his behavior unless he did this one thing to rectify his wrongs towards me. Finally he agreed but insisted he be in the room to watch.
I tied his hands and feet to the bed, then dressed up in the sluttiest outfit I had with pink pumps. I teased my husband and watched his cock become erect and then Samka knocked on the door.
I led Samka in by the hand and slowly undressed the Jamaican shemale infront of my husband. I kissed Samka deeply and placed his hand on my pussy and I began to fondle his giant cock. I glanced over at my husband who was still sporting a hard on. This was really turning me on.
I knelt down and took the large cock into my mouth as I heard my husband groan and whimper. I sucked the cock for a few moments and then stopped.
“Honey”, I told my new husband. “If you are going to cry, then I am going to have to shut you up.” I led Samka over to my husbands mouth and inserted the black cock into his full lips. “Now show me what you did last night baby.” I said.
I watched as my husband’s mouth moved softly and sweetly over the large black cock. I held his head up to make it easier for him and cupped Samka’s ball sack with my other hand.
“There there, now you have nothing to cry about. See how sweet I am. Honestly dear, this is turning me on more than you think. ” I said.
I saw my husbands cock standing straight up in the air. “Looks like it’s turning you on too.”
I took my husbands cock in my mouth and sucked and sucked like I have never sucked before. All the while watching my husband suck the large Jamaican cock.� In a very short while, my husband came in my mouth and I swallowed it down.
“There, you see? This isn’t going to be so bad after all is it baby?” I said.
My husband was unable to speak since he was tied up and was sucking a dick.
“Now that you have that beautiful gigantic cock all warmed up and wet for me, it’s time I put it to use. And remember baby, you owe me 2 now.” I said.
I grabbed Samka’s cock out of my husbands mouth and led it over to the floor in front of the bed and in full sight of my new husband to see. I lay down and spread my legs and Samka sunk that amazing cock of hers into my tight wet pussy instantly causing me to almost lose conscience. I cried out in pleasure and pain as Samka rocked my hips into my first orgasm in record time. I began to cum now over and over and over as I watched my husband helplessly watching the black Jamaican shemale pound my pussy relentlessly. I was screaming and almost completely out of control.
I could feel Samka prepare to release the cum from his black ball bag and I forced him to stay inside of me. The black cock throbbed and thrusted and stretched out my pussy to a new state. I clutched the shemales ass muscles tightly and invaded his mouth with mine.
When Samka had finally finished, I looked over at my husband who had an erect penis again. I walked over the bed and straddled his mouth and told him to lick out the cum from my pussy.
“Now, we are even.” I said.
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1. misty - October 6, 2008
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2. Funlite - November 12, 2008
I would like to see a shemale come in a condom and force a man to chew the condom in public like chewing gum until he has chewed all the flavor out of the condom.
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3. camil - November 14, 2008
it is amazing I nearly came in my pants
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4. mark - April 3, 2009
I love the store I wish it could do it to me like that.
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5. Rocky - May 6, 2009
I was in town late one evening. I was across town where I rarely go. I decided to stop and have a beer or two. And found a nice small bar. I went in and ordered a beer and sat down at a table so I could watch some girls that were dancing. One pretty girl smiled at me and I quite naturally smiled back. After the dance was over and another song began to play I asked the girl if she would like to dance. She accepted and told me her name was Vicky. She was hispanic with long hair and a nice body. AShe had on a short tight black dress and high heels. She was soft and sweet and clung right to me during our dance. And as naturally as if I had known her for a long time she came right to my table with me. WE really hit it off and danced quite a lot. During a slow dance I kissed her and she kissed me back. When it was closing time I asked jer if sje wanted a ride home. She got right in my truck and sat right next to me. She started rubing my thigh on the way to her house. Then she started kissing me at red lights, next she was rubbing my cock. When we got to her house she opened her door and took my hand and said come on. I was out of the truck in a second. She had a small apartment and when we went in she was right in my arms. We kissed and I felt I might as well make some sort of move. So I felt her ass while we were kissing. And it was alright with her. So now braver and more sure of my self I felt her tits. They were real nice large and firm. She led me to her bed where we kissed and petted. Then suprisingly she took out my cock and began to suck it. I couldn’t get my clothes and gers off fast enough. When I was naked and she had on just her underware. She said I had better tell you some thing. I said what? She simply pulled down her panties and she had a dick. At this point I just didn’t care. I pulled her down on top of me and began kissing her. She went wild. She was all over me kissing me and sucking me. I was so hot I couldn’t believe it. Then she mounted me Cow girl style with my cock in her ass. I was so hot I shot the biggest load of cum ever. And she got right down on me and sucked my cock. I sucked her tits and fucked her again and again. I still see her all the time and the sex is still just as hot.
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Readers Ask: How do I give a proper blowjob??
Well, there’s no “proper” way to give someone a blow job, I mean, blow jobs are like pizza, even if they’re bad, they’re still pretty good, according to the boys who helped me in my quest for the perfect blow job techniques. So ladies, (and guys, if you’re into that sort of thing), throw out your Cosmo magazines that are full of shit, pull up a chair & take notes.
First of all, think of the head of the penis like your very own clitoris. The clitoris and head of the penis have the exact same nerve endings and are made of the exact same tissue.
Now think about your tongue. It’s a muscle, and like all muscles it can be flexed or relaxed to create a soft or hard tongue. Ladies, you know what happens when a guy mashes your clit with a hard tongue right? The next thing you know, he’s prying you from the ceiling and you’re mumbling something about kicking him in the face next time. Well, the same thing goes for guys. Because the head of the penis is like your own clit, a soft tongue is recommended. In fact, if you look closely at an erect penis, there’s a small scar (if he’s cut) where the head and the shaft meet. (If he’s not cut, it’s where the pulled down foreskin attaches to the head.) Survey says that’s the ticket to bliss if it’s manipulated properly.
Okay, it’s easier to give a blow job if the guy’s already hard. If he’s not, stroke him until he’s hard and then go down on him. The first few mouth movements should be soft, sort of ease into it. If you don’t, he can get overly sensitive right away and we don’t want that.
First, swirl your tongue over the head, especially where the head meets the shaft, but don’t put too much pressure into it, use a “soft tongue”. After about 20 seconds of doing this, plunge down and take him as deep into your throat as you can, stiffening your tongue so it slides down the underside of the shaft.
While he’s as far down your throat as you’re comfortable with, move your tongue up and down the shaft, stick your tongue out as far as you can to lick the base of the penis (if you can get it that far) or his balls.
When you come back up, rapidly wiggle your tongue back and forth along the base. Repeat this whole process a few times and try not to giggle as he gasps every time you deep throat, try to do that part when you think he’s not expecting it so he’ll begin to anticipate it.
Remember while doing this that you have two hands as well as a mouth. Stroke his balls while you’re tonguing the head of his dick. Playing with the balls while giving head is also a good way of figuring out what he likes if your boy’s not very vocal. Typically the balls will sort of scrunch up a bit when something feels particularly good and they’ll scrunch up completely when he’s about to cum.
If you do the above techniques, he’s going to last longer usually, so if you’re getting tired or “cocksucker’s cramp” you might want to speed things up by doing the age old “bobbing” method. Guys seem to vary on their appreciation of the act because girls seem to go at it much too fast. I’ve found that if you go up and down the shaft with your mouth, it’s good practice to make ample use of your tongue at the same time by wiggling it back and forth. Also, instead of the standard up and down movement, really get into it and turn your head from side to side a bit, sort of like a corkscrew motion.
If you’re doing this in the light, make sure you look up at him a few times while you’re sucking him off because guys seem to really be into that.So, you’ve got him to the point of blowing his load…you’ve got three options: swallow, spit, or hop on. Most guys prefer to have you swallow, but my research has shown that most guys would prefer you to hop on rather than spit if it comes down to that. It was pretty close though as far as who preferred spitting to hopping on, so that might be something to discuss with your boy at some point.
If you don’t like having cum in your mouth, there’s various ways to alter it’s taste, unfortunately, the texture’s always going to be the same. I know some girls who have grown accustomed to the taste of it but to be honest I have no advice on how to go about doing that other than practice. (Your mother always said practice makes perfect, prove her right and tell her about your achievements the next time you see her.)
I would also like to note that the male g-spot (which is actually called the “a-spot”, I learned that the other night watching the Discovery channel) is the prostate gland, which you can only get to by inserting your finger into his rectum and doing a ‘come here” motion with a finger or two, towards the front of him. Cosmo magazine will tell you to “sneak a finger in there” while you’re giving him head but the boys I talked to when researching this article begged me to put something in here about ASKING FIRST. Definitely discuss adding this practice to your foreplay routine before you end up having to coax your boy out from under the bed.
Good luck and happy sucking!