Burlesque

A recent U.S. study has confirmed what men have instinctively known for centuries - that an hourglass figure complete with a tiny waist and curvaceous hips is seriously sexy.According to the University of Texas, the formula for a perfect figure - and one guaranteed to turn the heads of the opposite sex - involves dividing your waist by your hip measurement (this needs to include your bottom).Anything below 0.8 is considered a healthy result, but the smaller your waist to hip ratio WHR), the more sexually alluring your figure.For example, the classic pin-up dimensions of 36- 24-36 gives a WHR of 0.66.So, science may have come up with a solution for sure-fire sex appeal, but why is a small WHR so alluring to men?"It’s all down to the male’s unconscious assessment of a female’s sexual and reproductive capabilities - it’s a primeval response," says study author, Professor Devendra Singh."The classic hourglass figure tells a man three important things at a glance: first, the woman is not already pregnant; second, a narrow waist shows that she is of reproductive age; and third, she is healthy and free from disease."Hardly the most romantic of reasons, but a tiny waist, it seems, is every woman’s secret weapon in the seduction stakes and one that fashion has helped us maximize for several centuries.The corset dates back 3,000 years and has been worn to devastating effect by femme fatales ranging from showgirls to superstars.Today, minuscule midriffs are championed by Dita Von Teese (hers measures just 161⁄2 in in a corset) and the Pussycat Dolls, and make a regular appearance on the red carpet and the catwalk.Just look at Alexander McQueen’s Spring/Summer show, all pony skin corsets and waist-nipping jackets, and the body-bandaging Herve Leger number actress Emily Blunt wore to the Golden Globes.In a world of emaciated models and celebrities, this look champions femininity and sex appeal and is a million miles away from La La Land’s size zeros.Posh may have a 23in waist, but she’s no poster girl for this trend, proving skeletal can never be mistaken for sexy.As the adage goes, men do like a little something to grab hold of, and thanks to Lifestyle’s six-step plan, you can create killer curves in all the right places.The ExerciseCelebrity trainer David Kirsch recommends seated twists combined with a medicine ball for extra waist-slimming resistance.Sit down with your legs bent, feet flat on the floor in front of you.Holding the medicine ball in both hands, rock backwards slightly to engage your stomach muscles as you lift your feet off the floor.Holding the ball out in front of you, elbows slightly bent, rotate your shoulders round and twist from the waist from left to right, feeling your abdominal muscles working at the front and sides of your stomach.Swivel left and right 15 times, rest and repeat twice more. Perform this exercise on alternate days for a slimmer, trimmer midriff.The TreatmentArasys stimulates circulation by using pulsating waves to contract and tone muscles, and claims it can help to reduce that unsightly overhang by up to 9in after a single session.From £25, each 17-minute treatment is the equivalent of performing 300 sit-ups and can help boost your natural metabolic rate to burn off stored fat.A two-week course of treatments will soon help sculpt a curvier silhouette.The PoseDesk-bound jobs, weak muscles and ageing all contribute to poor posture that can leave your figure looking squat and dumpy, especially around your middle."Essentially, if you stoop and haven’t got the muscle tone to hold your posture properly, your ribcage drops down towards your pelvis, meaning your waist disappears," says body-conditioning expert Marja Putkisto.To help realign and lengthen your trunk, Marja recommends the Bow Stretch.Start by standing side on to a wall, your feet together. Lift the arm nearest the wall, bend your elbow and lean your arm against the wall, your fingers pointing down to the floor.Create a bow shape by tilting your rib cage to the right, increasing the space between your lowest left rib and your hipbone.Hold the position and breathe in deeply allowing your diaphragm to rise inside your ribcage, while pulling your abdominals back towards your spine.Pause, and at the end of the exhalation, pull your navel in more and squeeze your buttocks to pull up your pelvic floor muscles.Repeat three times before switching to the other side.The ProductTackle unsightly bulges with Bliss Fat Girl Slim, £35, available at www.blisslondon.co.uk.This rub-in cream, laced with caffeine, comes with a special applicator, helping to break up fat cells under the skin, leaving your stomach and hips smooth and more streamlined.The makers claims that in three weeks, you’ll have a firmer, leanerlooking waist.The diet tipIncrease the amount of fresh food, fruit and vegetables you eat to boost your fibre intake.Fibre helps keep your digestive system working efficiently, cleaning the digestive wall to ensure food is quickly and effectively digested.Food that stays undigested in your system longer than 24 hours will release gases that leave you looking permanently bloated.Be sure to incorporate plenty of the following into your diet:■ Apples to increase your fibre content.■ Non-fat, plain yoghurt to increase your friendly bacteria.■ Grapefruit, because it’s high in B vitamins, good for any weightloss programme.■ Sauerkraut, which keeps your bowels moving.■ Brocoli, which provides many nutrients for your hormones to produce enzymes.Finally, take time to chew your food. It’s not just about what you eat, but also how you eat it, and smaller fragments of food are easier for your system to break down.The Fashion fixGood underpinnings can make all the difference to your torso.It’s a touch Bridget Jones and definitely better concealed under clothes than displayed au naturel, but the Spanx Hide & Sleek Hi-Rise Body Smoother, £45, starts just below your bra line and extends down to mid-thigh, flattening out the bulging bits in between and creating a cinched waist.If this sounds a bit extreme and seriously unsexy, try Agent Provocateur’s Waspie, £98. Front fastening and made from duchess satin, the luxurious outer shell conceals steel spiral boning for ultimate control.Alternatively, die-hard fashionistas should opt for the 3.1 Philip Lim belt, £120. This elasticated waist-clincher has two leather panels at the front joined by a linking brass buckle, ensuring you achieve the hourglass shape of the season.

Burlesque: performance art or stripping?

It's risqué, decadent and entertaining. Burlesque delights in an image of glamour, mischief and sauciness, and attracts a sophisticated following. It may come as quite a surprise, then, that in one London borough it has been categorised along with strip clubs and lap-dancing acts.
After three years of running the popular Be burlesque night, the Proud gallery in north London has been told by Camden council it needs to apply for an adult entertainment licence.
"It's unbelievable," says Alex Proud, the club's owner. "Burlesque is not about naked women. It's about the art of removing clothes. It's nearer to theatre or dance than erotica."
Since the story was picked up by the local press a week ago, it has been sparking debates over whether burlesque dancing is art or a sex act.
An acrobatic burlesque artist. Photograph: PR Feminists have been quick to highlight burlesque's suggestive nature, claiming it is another damaging portrayal of women as sex objects.
Fans are vociferously defending their 'guilty' pleasure. "It's an acceptable way to enjoy naughtiness", says Robert Harding, a 37-year-old recruitment consultant and burlesque fan. "I could admit to my girlfriend that a burlesque dancer turns me on, but I could never get away with saying the same thing about a lap dancer."
Burlesque existed for centuries as a theatrical form based on comedy and satire. It only adopted its signature erotic tone over the last century.
It was revived in the UK during the 90s, and has seen an explosion in popularity in the noughties, with the launch of events like the London Burlesque Festival in 2007 and the birth of Club Noir in Glasgow, which can host up to 2,000 people.
With its lavish performances and extravagant costumes, it's hard to associate burlesque with the sleaze of strip clubs. Yes, it's titillating, but unashamedly so. Rarely do we get a chance to stimulate our sexual senses in such a publicly acceptable way.
It's a bold move for Camden council to go against the grain and classify burlesque as sexually explicit as a lap-dancing joint. It could be an early sign of a shift in values; a step towards a tainted image of burlesque.
Perhaps it's natural that anything slightly risqué will attract dissenting comment. Take striptease itself - today its reputation is far from cultured, but when it was first pioneered in wartime Britain it was considered an art form. The Whitehall Follies, for instance, were one of the UK's earliest acts, founded in 1942. They were a huge hit and described by theatre critics as a breath of fresh air for embattled Britain.
Or consider nude photography. It originated as a stylised depiction of the human body. The artists' aim was to show off the female form, not to make their subjects sexually suggestive. The original concept seems to have been lost on today's photographers and glamour models. Is it inevitable that anything remotely taboo declines in status over time?
Extravagant outfits are all part of the burlesque act. Photograph: PR Alex Proud has been forced to stop the burlesque performances at his venue. "I am not going to apply for an adult licence. It's expensive and the residents would undoubtedly object. Nor do I want the stigma of having adult entertainment status.
"What's ironic is that since I stopped the burlesque performance, I've employed normal sexy female dancers. They are far more overt, far less appealing to a female audience and far more suggestive than the burlesque dancers."
Vicky Butterfly, 25, was part of the burlesque act. "I'm a performance artist, not at all a stripper. Camden council even funded my burlesque dancing training at Central St Martins college; now they've taken the work away from me.
"I've read the legislation over and over again and I don't see how it applies to us. We are not displaying genitalia. Many of my acts have full body suits. Legislating about what we can do with our bodies cheapens the view of sensuality."
A spokesperson for Camden council said: "We are not preventing burlesque troupes from performing in the borough. Under our licensing policy any premises that want to offer entertainment involving nudity, striptease or other entertainment of an adult nature simply need to check with us to ensure they have the necessary approvals."
One local authority's enforcement of the law is unlikely to deter burlesque fans. But the row is another dent in burlesque's reputation as a prestigious art form, and provides more ammunition for detractors who associate it with sleaze.

Women and drink

Millions of middle-class women are drinking far more alcohol than they thought, according to official figures revealed.
The surge has been revealed after the Government was forced to revise consumption calculations because of the trend towards larger wine glasses.
It means up to a third of women are drinking beyond safe limits every week - much higher than previous estimates.
The shock statistics also reveal the more you earn, the more you drink - with those in higher income groups consuming 30 per cent more alcohol than the working classes.
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Drinking problem: Middle-class women are most at risk from over drinking
Overall, the report by the Office for National Statistics shows that millions of drinkers - men and women - who thought they were sticking within safe limits are exceeding them and leaving themselves at higher risk of liver disease and certain types of cancer.

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It confirms the warning by Public Health Minister Dawn Primarolo last year when she said the most serious drinking problem was from middleclass, middle-aged people.
She told MPs: "That is where the serious and dramatic harm is increasing."
The ONS found that those in managerial and professional jobs drink 15.1 units a week, against 11.6 for those in routine and manual occupations.
Those in the very highest income brackets have even more.
Under the old calculation system, a glass of wine was one unit. Now it counts as two units and the change means professionals are drinking up to 50 per cent more than the old figures showed.

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Female bosses of small businesses are drinking 10.1 units a week - up from the previous 5.5 units estimate.
Sarah Jarvis, a GP in London, said: "This is not scaremongering - this is a disaster.
"Older people think that because they are not going out vomiting in the street they are not binge drinkers but it is simply not true.
"I see thirty-somethings and forty-somethings with real health problems.
"A lot of them are holding down full-time jobs and don't think they have a problem.
"These people share a bottle of wine with their partner every night as well as having gin and tonics before supper."
The new calculations reveal the average woman drinks 9.0 units a week, compared to 6.2 units under the old method.
Men are drinking 18.7 units a week, compared to 14.8 as previously thought.
Overall, people are drinking a third more than they thought, and the gap between men and women is reducing.
And far more people are exceeding guideline amounts of two to three units a day for women and three to four for men.
The proportion of women drinking too much has leapt from a fifth to a third under the new calculations, while 40 per cent of men drink more than the guidelines.
The ONS report, which is based its 2006 General Household Survey of 16,500 homes, also overturned a national myth, showing that English people drink more than those in Scotland - 13.7 units compared to
One in five men and one in ten women questioned said they had drunk on five days in the previous week.
If the old calculations had been applied to the figures, alcohol consumption appears to be falling.
But Eileen Goddard, of the ONS, said figures suggesting a drop had to be treated with caution.
She added: "It may be that people are even more unwilling than they have been in the past to tell us how much they drink so we have got more of an underreporting problem."
Actual consumption may be higher than the report suggests because of under-reporting by those questioned, fewer young people taking part in the ONS study, and previous underestimations of alcohol in wine, she said.
Conservative health spokesman Mike Penning said: "This Government, with its 24-hour drinking legislation, is sending out all the wrong messages on alcohol consumption."
• Off-licences and supermarkets could have to print their names on cans and bottles of alcohol under proposed laws to combat binge drinking.
The radical plan would expose which shops are selling drink to under-age youngsters when they are caught by police.
A Whitehall source said: "There are still too many shops selling booze to kids and this will help police target the worst offenders.
"But there are also adults who go in and buy drink for kids. These plans will let supermarkets and shops know if this is happening."
Stores such as Sainsbury, Tesco, Asda and Morrisons would also be banned from offering huge discounts which mean cans of lager can cost as little as 20p each.
The proposals are part of a Government review of 24-hour licensing to be published next month.

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Vickys first time in public

Vicky first time in Pubic



A story by Miss Victoria B Miller


I can still remember the first time I dressed up as a girl, I went into my sisters I was aged about 7 or 8 and I was off school. Despite my bit of flu I had a great time trying on all her dresses and underwear. As the years went by this became a regular occurrence, even loving one girlfriend who always made me up as her girlfriend when I was 9 until about 12 and she moved out of town. Now I was 14 going on 16 everyone was away on a holiday and yet again I was drawn to my sisters clothes. After a day or two of trying them on I ventured into my mums more perfume boudoir. In the drawers I found a real hair wig that my mum had in her room, it was long, soft and blond. Back in my sisters room I put on a pair of my her teenage panties and bra, then proceeded to gather more items. Before I knew it I was standing in some black leather pants, and a tight girl white t-shirt that said SEXY in pink glitter across the chest. Like a scene from grease. The pants felt great, nice and tight, hugging my ass which made it look so sexy and hot. I then proceeded to try my hand with some make-up and before I knew it I looked like a completely different person. I couldn't believe it! I was shaking from the excitement on how good I actually looked. In the mirror the young woman I saw was beautiful, blond, red lips, black mascara and sexy. Bad Sandy. I stood their in the best bad Sandy girlie pose from the film that I could think off wondering what it would be like to be a total young woman and go dancing with a young man.


For the most part, despite my fantasies, at least in the beginning, I never really found men all that attractive. But as the years went by experiencing different things and becoming more in tuned to my feminine self, I become totally attracted to men. The best ones for me are the masculine, alpha-male types. I love a man who when they hold me in there arms I feel powerless to their touch. Well, tonight was the night, at the age of 18 I finally made my mind up to venture beyond my parents house. But what was the right outfit, I wanted to be totally convincing and I wanted sex. With everyone away again, I went to my locker in the garage where I kept my developing collection of Sandy gear, both good and bad, I had spent my spending money and part time wages as a student on cloths as well as raiding my sisters place and her friends,

Anyhow; Tonight I was going to be bad so I pulled out a black leather goth tight skirt. To go with it I had a black corset with pink ribbons, a lovely silk lace blouse with ribbon ties and a pair of 4 inch heeled black knee high boots. I also had these great black silk panties and that go great with the skirt. I took all of my stuff including make-up, put it in a bag and go to my old red mini car. First I put some fashion mags on the side seat along with my handbag, vanity make up case and some soft pink toys that I knew my sister used in her car, a spray of mums perfume gave it a different feel and off I drove. After about an hour of driving around I find a car park along side the road. I figured it will be a good place to stop and start changing into my other self, in which I've named Vicky. The first thing I do is strip completely naked, I look around nervously to so if anyone can see me, but the cars are few and far between. It was pretty dark at this rest stop, which was basically a pull off on the side of the road with picnic tables and a few trees. I then started in on my make-up, getting the base down before I put my wig on. Then I slid my panties on which feel so nice on me, hugging me in all the right places. The skirt wriggled on next, then the corset and finally the lace blouse. I put on loads of black mascara and eyeliner, which really makes my eyes look so sexy, and then I followed that with some blue eye shadow and some deep red gloss lippy..

It wasn't until I started on my red lipstick that I noticed someone walking toward my car. My stomach turned and I got so nervous. I didn't know what they wanted, nor how they would react to me. The next thing I know he was at my window, he gave a little wave as he looked in on me, so I slowly rolled the window down. He asked me how my night was going, where I was headed, things like that. I answered in a low sexy voice that I was just on my way home and got tired so I stopped here for a few hours. I couldn't get over how cute he was, a trimmed goatee, sexy wavy blond hair, a nice build that my skinny ass feel even skinnier, which I liked. He was wearing a dark t-shirt and some jeans with a classy brown belt and silver buckle. I only remember the buckle because I couldn't help but glance down there from time to time as we talked to get a look at his crotch. Eventually I felt comfortable enough that I got out of the car and we chatted on just various things. I could tell it was just small talk leading into what he really had in mind, which I knew was my ruby red lips around his cock.

What was nice is that I suspect that he knew the whole time I wasn't really a girl, but treated me as if I were one the whole time, this turned me on so much. With a laugh he would do a little teasing touch to my arm like he was testing the waters, trying to see how far he could go.I would slowly get closer to him until we were only inches apart, still talking our nonsense about whatever. The next thing I know he leaned in and I was attracted straight to his lips as we met and kissed right by my car. I was wondering if anyone else could see me, but at the time no one else mattered, because this guy totally hit my hot buttons, and now I knew I was going to give it to him. As we deepened our kiss I felt his hand slide down to my ass and he gave it a little squeeze. I let out a girl moan as he caught me by surprise. I had my hands on his broad chest at the time, but I couldn't resist and I slid one of them down to the bulge in his pants.He broke the kiss and looked around. He ask me to follow him, so he took me by the hand guiding me down this concreted path. I could hear my heeled boots tapping so loud as I walked. He led me to this tree and leaned up against it. I was so hot by then that I immediately dropped to my knees, I had to see what he had down there. I unbuckled, unzipped, and out sprung a semi-erect beauty. It was long and thick, the kind that will intimidate you at first look when it's just hanging there in front of you. I bet he was at least 8 inches maybe 9 and I was so hot for it.I took it in my mouth, hearing him moan as he felt my warm wet lips wrap around him. I ran my tongue under the head of his dick as I began to take in more of him. I felt him place his hands on the back of my head, putting a little pressure to go deeper and deeper, in which I desperately wanted to do. He was so massive that I couldn't take him all the way in, so I was gagging on him after so many inches. Being somewhat experienced at sucking cock, I have been able to relax my throat enough to swallow a thinner cock, but his was too thick, occasionally it would slide all the way down my throat, but it didn't stay there for long.I sucked him to a rhythm as his hip began to gyrate. By this time he was fully erect, filling my mouth completely. I grabbed his dick with my hand and ran the length of it, still sucking him with my ruby reds. I cupped his cum filled balls, massaging them. Occasionally I would pull his dick from my lips and lick all the way down the shaft, giving his balls a little tongue action. I could feel his cock lying against my face as I tickled him.

I started to take him in again, but he pulled it away from me and took me by the hand again. He started walking me down the concrete path to a set of picnic tables not far from the tree but they were far more out in the open than the tree was and in open view of the road, so I was kind of nervous. He told me to get up on the table, so I put me knees on the bench seat and laid across the table top. I felt him unzip my skirt and drop it to the floor I stepped out with practised ease he then began, sliding my panties off. All the time I was trying to kiss him, suck his fingers make any kind of contact. Then I felt cool lube on my ass which he worked into me with his finger, first one than two than three, now the head of his prick on my ass and began to feel pressure. With a pop his massive head was in along with some pain. He slowly guided it in, then pulled it out, then in again, going deeper each time. It hurt only at first then my muscles started to relax. I felt his hands on my hips as he pumped it into me deeper and deeper. His hands on my neck and his hot breath in my ear. I felt him thrusting faster and harder and all I could do was hold on to the table as he fucked me like a whore.I felt the so dirty and so aroused, that I didn't even care every time a car would pass by with the headlights just barely hitting us. I couldn't help but let out a moan when he would thrust it in me so deep his balls slapping against my taint. I could hear our bodies slapping together in a rhythm, while our sweat dripped on the table. All at once his pounded me hard and held it in deep, letting out a pleasurable moan, he spurted his white hot cum inside me. I could feel his cock pulsating as it unloaded in me, wave after wave. He pulled out of me took the condom off and made me clean him off with my mouth, as I sat my ass on the cold wet seat. As I finished, he put his cock away and said thanks for the piece of ass. And walked away. I pulled up my skirt and it was then I realized he had my panties in his hand. I guess they were his trophy.

I went back to the car to fix my make up and drove to a bar and had a soft drink. I got a few looks one old guy smiled and largely I just sat, feeling the warmth of lovemaking and the muscles in my ass twitching as they began to get used to the idea of their new found hobby. A trip to the ladies and I drove back home feeling fulfilled and wondering how much change in my life Vicky was going to affect.

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