Gct Bahrain

As always, my physical description is in the first paragraph of “I Thought She Was Straight”.
I had never tried, or been particularly interested in, threesomes until last fall. Actually, I’m still not particularly interested in threesomes, but it’s probably one of those things you should try just to see what it’s like and then write off to experience, and if you like it then great. The good thing about threesomes is that sometimes there’s twice the pleasure, but the bad thing is that sometimes someone will be left out. In one on one encounters, I like how you’re both totally focused on each other and you’re each other’s world at the moment. It’s like your goal in life to make her feel good, and her goal in life to make you feel good. Or his, whatever.
When I was a junior in high school, or maybe a sophomore but I think a junior, the girl’s varsity soccer team’s coach had a girlfriend. She was tall, blonde, and had blue eyes. She was very slender and someone on the soccer team once told me that their coach complained that people often asked him if she was a stripper. I have no idea if she was or not, but I wouldn’t be surprised. The first time I actually saw her was that year as I was walking down a hallway with a friend. She was walking towards me and I noticed she was staring me down, like she wanted to kill me. I avoided her eyes, wondering what I did wrong because I’d never seen her before in my life. After she passed by, my friend even said, “Is it just me or did she just totally give you the evil eye?” Later on, a girl on the soccer team said that that was her normal facial expression.
I didn’t see her again until I was a senior and working on a school play. It was a very big event, with a gala night and everything. They had people volunteer to be waiters and waitresses for the gala night and surprise! The soccer coach and his girlfriend had apparently volunteered. I didn’t notice her until I saw her staring over her shoulder at me. I had to concentrate on what I was doing though, so I ignored her. I saw her again later at a soccer game. I was talking to a group of friends and behind one of my friends I saw her sitting, watching the game. Or actually, watching me. I again avoided her eyes. She really intimidated me. She’s not the kind of girl that looks at you, then looks away, then looks back. She just looks at you. And doesn’t stop. And she has this look on her face like she’s going to rip you apart. She’s an intense person.
There was another girl I was attracted to at this time. She actually played soccer, but wasn’t involved with the school’s soccer team, and therefore the coach’s girlfriend, in any way. She was friends with one of the teachers and so she came to stuff like basketball games where her friend was the coach. I’d see her around sometimes, and she’d always look at me but at first I thought that she thought I was a guy so I ignored her. When I realized that there was no way that she could think I was a guy, I started looking at her too but by that time she was usually involved with playing soccer so she hardly ever looked back. She was also tall and thin, except she had black hair and eyes, and darker skin. She had absolutely no body fat, except where she needed it so people didn’t mistake her for a man. I don’t really go for that kind of body type, but her face was really pretty. A girl’s face is so much more important than her body.
One day I was watching the basketball team lose another game, when I saw the brunette helping her friend keep score. We made eye contact for a while, and the two friends I was watching with had to go. I sat there by myself for a while, feeling like a complete loser, when she started walking over towards me and sat down next to me.
She said, “Hi. I’m Natalie.”
“I’m Michelle.” We shook hands and I could feel an electric spark between us. Her hand was so soft and I never wanted to let go. We held each other’s hand for a split second longer than necessary, then I said, “I see you around here a lot. What are you doing here?” It came out harsher than I intended, but she didn’t seem to take offense and said, “Ms. Perez asks me to help her out sometimes with keeping score, but today one of her students volunteered to help. I don’t blame him, she’s really pretty.”
She looked at me to see my reaction, and I said, “Yeah she is. A lot of guys fantasize about her…and some girls too.”
She laughed and said, “I bet you’re one of those girls aren’t you?”
I had actually never thought of Ms. Perez in that way before, and I said truthfully, “No, I have other girls to fantasize about.”
She arched her eyebrow. “Yeah? Like who?” She knew exactly where this was going.
I grinned at her and said, “I’m not telling you!”
“Why don’t we go outside and find somewhere private so you can tell me? Then nobody will overhear you,” she said, as if somebody overhearing me was what I was worried about.
I suggested we go to the playground, which is next to the soccer field. We left the bright lights and noise of the gym and sat on the swings, rocking back and forth gently and looking at the stars. She said, “So are you ever gonna tell me?”
I felt my face heat up. “I think you know.”
“No I don’t, tell me.”
“Welllll…she has long, straight, black hair…really dark eyes…she helps Ms. Perez keep score at basketball games…”
She smiled triumphantly. “I thought so. Want to know who I’m fantasizing about right now?”
I said, “Sure.”
She said, “She has short hair…and she’s swinging on the swings next to me right now.”
“Oh.” What was I supposed to say? ‘Ooh baby, I want you too, let’s get it on’? This is not porn.
She solved my little dilemma by getting up, standing in front of me, and leaning down and kissing me. She held onto the swing with both hands and her tongue slipped into my mouth. My hands went to her hips and pulled her in closer. She managed to straddle my lap without falling off while I still sat on the swing, and our kiss got deeper and more passionate. That’s the best kind of kiss, when you can feel your body getting hotter and your panties start getting wet and your whole world is their mouth and body.
Her hands caressed my face and hair, rubbing my shoulders occasionally. We made little noises into each other’s mouths and my hands moved down to massage her ass. I slid one hand under her shirt and bra up her stomach, feeling her breast directly against my hand. I squeezed lightly and rubbed my thumb over her quickly hardening nipple. Her body jerked when I touched her nipple and she moaned into my mouth. I bit her bottom lip as I pressed her nipple into her breast, then rolled it between two fingers.
We both heard the crunching gravel at the same time. She jerked again, but this time in surprise. She almost fell off my lap. I looked up and saw the blonde girl who was going out with the soccer coach. She must have been at the middle school soccer game that had been going on earlier. Anyway, she was standing directly in front of us and nobody moved.
Natalie was the first to say something. “Oh shit.”
The blonde girl, whose name I found out later was Liz, looked at me and said, “So you are a lesbian then. Good. I was starting to think my gaydar had gone bad.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I said, “No it’s still good.”
Liz said, “Good” then hesitated. “So would you mind if I joined you guys?”
I was thinking this was crazy. I came here expecting to spend my evening watching a basketball game, then I ended up making out with one girl I never met and then having another girl I never met straight out ask me if she could join. This had only happened to me at a party once and it was with a guy and a girl, when we were all drunk off our asses.
Natalie seemed to have recovered and she said, “I wouldn’t mind, would you Michelle?”
I said that I wouldn’t, but I told them I wasn’t sure if I’d like it or not.
Liz said, “I’ll make sure you like it. Let’s go to the locker room so we can have some privacy, let me go tell Jordan not to wait up for me.”
Natalie and I went to the locker room to wait for Liz. At this time of night, nobody came into this particular locker room so we had the place to ourselves. We warmed ourselves up for Liz, making out until she got there. When Liz came in, she found Natalie lying on top of me on the floor. I saw her stand and watch us for a few minutes, then she said, “Let’s take off our clothes.”
We all did that and I remember feeling fat next to these two girls. They seemed to like what they saw because they both came over to me. Liz stood in front of me and kissed me deeply, holding me close to her. Natalie came up behind me and kissed my neck, putting her arms around both of us and pressed herself against me. This was something I’d never really experienced before, two people kissing me at once. It felt amazing, actually. I’d do it again if I knew that I wouldn’t be left out.
What I’m going to describe is partially what I know what happened, and partially what I’ve figured out must have happened. I didn’t see everything that they did to each other, but I can figure it out. I think Liz started massaging Natalie’s ass, and Natalie moaned into my neck and rubbed the inside of my thighs from behind. I moaned into Liz’s mouth and pushed my hips forward into Liz’s hips, causing our pussies to press against each other. Both of us were shaved, and it felt so smooth when our pussies rubbed against each other until I felt something hard and cold. I didn’t have time to wonder what it was because at that moment, Natalie got on her knees and started rimming me. This always totally blows my mind. You feel so much pleasure, but you can’t come from it. I moaned loudly into Liz’s mouth and she took my breasts in her hands and massaged them, then sucked on one nipple while she pinched the other. This was a sensory overload for me and I actually came right then, without stimulation to my pussy.
The other two girls seemed to take my orgasm in stride and Liz moved lower so that she was kneeling in front of me. She licked my slit from back to front, then went to the back and Natalie and Liz sort of licked each other’s tongues while their tongues brushed against the spot between my pussy and asshole. Natalie pulled my cheeks apart again and went back to rimming me, while Liz started rapidly flicking the tip of her tongue against my clit. If I thought it felt incredible to have someone rim me while someone else was sucking my nipple, this was almost too much to handle.
It didn’t take me long to come again, and while I was coming down from my orgasm Liz kissed Natalie, sharing my juices with her. It was a pleasant contrast, one blonde girl and one brunette girl. They started fondling each other’s breasts while they knelt, then Natalie stood up so her pussy was in Liz’s face. Liz started eating Natalie, tonguing her hole then moving up and flicking her tongue against Natalie’s clit like she did mine. I went over to Liz and laid down so my head was between her legs. Liz noticed what I was doing and lowered herself down onto my face. This was when I realized what that hard, cold thing was: Liz was pierced. I had never gone down on a girl that had a clit piercing before, so I wasn’t sure if I should do the same thing or if it would hurt, or what. I could hear Natalie moaning above me, which reminded me that Liz needed some love too. I touched my tongue to the bar in her clit, playing with it and pushing it around. Liz moaned loudly into Natalie’s pussy, which made Natalie moan again.
I had an unbelievable view. Of course Liz’s pussy was right in my face, but above I could see her breasts and then her face buried in Natalie’s pussy. I ignored the piercing in Liz’s clit and licked at it, which almost immediately made Liz come. Her thighs shook around my head and she screamed into Natalie’s pussy. I licked up the remaining moisture around her thighs and pussy, then untangled myself from Liz’s legs. As I was doing that, Natalie started coming, and Liz stuck a finger inside her pussy then inserted it into her asshole. This drove Natalie over the edge again, then as Natalie came back to earth she sat down on the floor and kissed Liz. I was feeling left out, but then Natalie looked at me and took me by the hand and led me closer so she could rub my clit. Natalie broke the kiss and Liz sat back, watching. I sat down next to Natalie and leaned back on my arms, and Liz reached over and played with my breasts.
Right then, there was a knock on the door, which startled all of us. Jordan yelled, “Liz, I’m not going to wait for you forever. How long does it take to take a damn shower?”
We started giggling, which is the only time I’ve ever seen Liz smile or laugh. She quickly got dressed and Liz left, blowing us both a kiss. I haven’t seen her since then, but soccer season is starting right now so maybe she’ll be around.
Natalie and I looked at each other, then she said, “I want to finish what I started.” I sat down on the bench and she inserted one finger into my pussy. She pumped it in and out, then curled her hand so her palm rubbed against my clit. I came fairly quickly and she took out her finger, holding it up to my mouth so we could both lick it at the same time. We ended up just making out again but after a while, Natalie pulled away and said, “I better go. Rita is probably wondering where I am right now.” We made ourselves presentable and went back to the gym.
That was the last game of the season, so I haven’t seen Natalie since then. I’m not going to be around for another basketball season, but hopefully she’ll be involved in soccer so maybe I’ll see her and Liz.

Middle of the week and I’m watching the late news in bed. The kids are long asleep and Mandy is downstairs on the phone. Eventually she comes upstairs and starts undressing.
‘Who was that on the phone?’ I ask.
‘Arlene,’ she says, stepping out of her slacks and then her panties. I admire her chunky pale thighs and dark brown thatch as she folds the slacks. She’s sexy as all hell — 37 years and two kids notwithstanding. ‘She wonders if we want to rent a beach house with her and Dave next month.’
Fuck yeah! I think. It’s only a couple of weeks since we had a real hot swinging night at their place. I get a hand under the sheets and stroke my cock remembering how Arlene blew me, eating my cum, then licking Dave’s jizz too out of my wife’s reddened stretched vagina. That woman has a prodigous hunger for sperm.
Mandy is in the bathroom, doing girl stuff. ‘Sounds like a good idea,’ I say. ‘We can probably get away.’
‘Yeah,’ she says. ‘They’ve got a place in mind down on the peninsula.’ She comes back in, only wearing a bra now, her big tits straining against the lace and a nice roll of tummy jiggling as she walks. ‘Watchya doing?’ she asks, looking at the sheet tented over my groin.
”Waiting for you to suck my cock,’ I say giving her a big shit-eating grin.
‘Stuff that,’ she replies, raching back to the clasp of her bra. ‘You owe me at least three good lickings, or…’ she drapes the bra over the back of a chair, ‘…a good long arse eating.’ Those big fleshy tits hang down, the fat nipples nice and rosy.
‘How about I just shag you,’ I suggest, pulling back the sheet and revealing my cock, ready to go.
‘Hmmmm, I don’t think so,’ she says, undoing her dark hair and shaking her head so that it hangs just below her shoulders. ‘At least, not before you’ve knocked off some of your debt.’ She eases down on the bed and reaches across to squeeze my hard dick. ‘So what’s it to be — front or rear?’
This is a no brainer. She knows I’m an arse man and, apart from the fact that I get a real kick out of eating her butt, I know that arse licking leads to arse dicking. With a growl I roll her onto her froont and wedge my face between her cushiony buttocks. She coos and squirms as I tongue her salty crack then hone in on that rubbery prune. She reaches back to hold her cheeks wide and my tongue presses at her centre. I feel her bear back and as the muscle spreads, I slide my tongue through and into her rank rectum.
She grunts as I ream her, shifting slowly so that she is half up on her knees. I know what she wants and slide three fingers in her swampy puss. She sighs as I stretch her cunnie and tongue her butt hole and I know she’ll be pulling at her fat nipples as I work. I continue in a steady rhythm, the taste of her butt now neutral after the initial earthiness. Her rubbery ring has its own flavour and I suck at it with my lips as I maintain the tongue fluttering. She groans again and I pull my hand back, add a fourth finger then slide it back in her snatch.
‘God that’s sexy!’ she gasps and I feel her pussy clenching. I work hand and tongue and her grunts come a little faster. I feel her fingers against mine as she rubs her clit and I know it won’t be long now. I speed up a little, making sure my hand goes all the way to the knuckles in her snatch each time. Her anus is pulsing round my tongue and her hips are bucking to take as much as I can give.
‘Fffuuuuucckkk!’ she screams into the pillow, her cunnie clamping down on my fingers and arse hole tightening. She heaves about and I keep in place, fingers gently flexing, tongue lapping. It is a stronger faster cum than usual and I wonder if it’s because she’s anticipating our weekend with Arlene and Dave.
Slowly I withdraw my hand, Mandy groaning as the sticky fingers slide free. I get up and go through to the bathroom, returning with the KY. Mandy hasn’t moved other than to continue rubbing her parts soothingly.
‘Mmmmmmm,’ she says as I lube her prune. With a couple of hand strokes my cock is hard as a flagpole and I kneel behind her, push her cheeks wide and press it to her greasy pucker. I feel her relax and my cock spreads her ring. ‘Oooooohhhhhhhhh, yeahhh!’ she sighs and pushes back. I sink slowly up her pooper and lean all my weight on her back. There’s still a couple of inches to go and I jag my hips forward, making her arch her back as she gets it all the way up her hot gut. ‘Christ that fills me up!’ she exclaims.
I bite her shoulders and neck and reach beneath to grope her tits. She squirms and pants and I use my full weight to pin her down. ‘Fuck yeah!’ she gasps as I buck in and out a few inches, my cock staying deep in her arse. ‘That is sooooo good.’
After a minute I get up on my knees and give her some good long strokes, my cock emerging streaked with brown and the room filling with arse pong. Mandy pushes up onto her hands and knees and grunts and pants as I give it to her doggy.
I’m getting close and decide to try my luck. ‘Honey,’ I gasp. ‘I wanna cum in your mouth.’
‘Fuck that,’ she replies, milking my dick with her arse muscles, trying to make me cum.
‘I bet Arlene would do it,’ I retort.
‘I bet she probably would,’ she says. ‘Maybe you can find out next month.’
The thought tips me over and with a stifled yell I jet deep in her bowels. Mandy churns her hips as I go through the pleasure strokes then fall forward on her warm back. I kiss her shoulder as I withdraw from that hot butt, then roll off her and onto my back.
‘You wanna lick out my arse?’ asks Mandy, leaning over me.
‘Fuck that!’ I pant.
‘I bet Arlene would do it,’ she says, smiling.
‘Yeah,’ I agree. ‘Let’s find out next month.’

Chapter 1: Truth
This is the first in a series of three chapters.
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 1: Truth
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 2: Dare
A Million Dollar Deal Ch 3: The Cake
Enjoy!
/Icingsugar
She felt the sun in her face minutes before she actually woke up. When she slowly drifted out of sleep she would see the sunshine as an orange hue on the inside of her eyelids, and then she slowly turned her face away from the sunshine and opened her eyes. She yawned, and stretched out like a cat between the sheets. She often did that, and not only in the morning.
This was one of the reasons she used to be called nicknames like Kitty, Kitten, or just Cat. Another one was her name. She was Katie. And that was not short for Katherine or something like that. She was baptised as Katie Elisabeth Sorenson. Katie didn’t mind being called Cat. She had loved cats since she was a little toddler. Last year some wise-ass boys still in high-school had twisted that around to call her Pussy. She had blushed and turned away. But her best friend Claire had just smiled, walked straight up to them, and kneed the closest one of them in the groin. No-one called her Pussy after that. Claire was that kind of girl, and a really good one to have as a friend.
And it was a beautiful day. It should be. This was Katie’s day. It was nine o’clock in the morning on the 12th of August. The day of her 20th birthday.
She rummaged through her drawers, selecting a nondescript bra and a plain pair of cotton panties. The kind she usually wore. She had this x-large t-shirt she used as a nightie. A Garfield head grinned out from her belly and the caption “I hate Mondays” was draped over the soft curves of her chest. It was her dad’s actually, but even for him, a fairly average built man, it had been too big. So she had promptly adopted it as her favourite leisure and sleep wear. She stretched, and yawned until it felt like her jaws would pop loose before sleepily stumbling out into the hall and headed for the bathroom.
As soon as she stepped out of her room, her big brother walked by. He grinned at her in his always so carefree way.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” he said as he walked past her door. He stopped, and took something from his pocket. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. This is for you. Happy Birthday, Katie.”
It was a toothbrush. But it was an orange and black-striped toothbrush with the cartoon head of Garfield on the end of it.
“Awww, it’s cute. Thanks.”
“Well, you’re not a kid anymore, so I thought I’d give you one last little-girl present. You’ll get enough big-girl presents this weekend, when granny and the others comes down for the party. Well, see ya!” he said, as he darted down the hall and down the stairs.
She heard him exit, slam the door to his car and drive off.
The bathroom was only five short steps away, but it seemed like an eternity for the young girl. She needed that morning shower like nothing else, she always did. She closed the door, pulled off Garfield and quickly slid off and stepped out of her panties. Usually, she would then hit the showers and immersed herself in falling water. It always took a few seconds for the water in the pipes to get warm, but Katie didn’t care. She loved when the initial jolt of cold water hit her face and body. It never failed to wake her up. The chill, slowly turning to warmth always caused her nipples to grow really hard and become extra sensitive. She used to play with her nipples sometimes. She loved the way it tingled when she pinched and pulled them lightly. But lately she directed her attention to the virginal mounds of her young pussy. She used to sit on her knees, legs spread far apart. One hand burrowed between her legs rubbing the outside of her crotch and one hand slowly massaging a breast, while the warm shower rain fell, caressing her whole body.
This time though, she stepped out of her clothes and looked down at her naked body. A thought had hit her when she undressed. A thought that stuck. There she was, 20 years into her life, and still a virgin. Even though she had had boyfriends and more casual attempts at dates for years now, she had not done anything more intimate with a guy than some tongue-kissing. It was not that she felt that she needed sex. That would happen sooner or later anyway. It was just that she wasn’t the kind of girl that would spread her legs on a first date, or even in a first month. And for some reason, no boyfriend had stayed longer than a week or two. She had pondered this on and off. Was it her? Was she too prude?
Claire had told her that it was because she was so hot she scared guys off. Katie had told Claire that she was full of shit. She knew she wasn’t bad looking, but she was no supermodel. Claire’s explanation didn’t seem to make any sense at all.
Up until that morning however, she had had no idea just how stunning she really was.
Katie was a light-skinned girl, a treat acquired from her almost milky pale mom Helena, a former German exchange student that her dad, James ‘Jimmy’ Sorenson had met in college. Helena had a classic sophisticated beauty with blonde, almost white hair, skin to match it, a warm smile and a kind word never far away. They had married on graduation day, and immediately began raising a family.
And although Katie spent a lot of time out in the sun, her complexion stayed almost as creamy as her mother’s, but with a hint of a smooth golden tan. At 5.4 feet she was just about average in height. Being an outdoor kid, she had always kept herself in good shape with various sport activities through the years. In fact, she was in great shape. Her body was that of an athletic young woman. There were not just thin limbs and childlike softness to her like on most girls her age. No, there were the distinct shapes of muscles under her skin. She had all the characteristics of a fitness model, but not taken anywhere near where it goes from sexy to bodybuilding grotesque. There wasn’t much fat on Katie’s body, but enough to smooth out the skin and give her the right kind of curves in exactly the right places. Her breasts were firm mounds a little bit more than a handful each with pink areolas and nipples.
Her hair was a wavy blonde flow down to the height of her elbow, with an almost golden yellow hue. This was the one part of her body that she had always been very proud of and flaunted in public. She usually wore it tied up in the neck, cascading down her back and with a few strands deliberately hanging down framing her face in a carefully arranged careless way. A face that could be described as just delicious. Katie however had never seen that. Freckles everywhere as a child and a severe acne situation in her early teens had set it’s marks on her self esteem. She could see of course that she was perfectly normal and not ugly in any way. But the effect that her charismatic blue eyes, her cute small nose and her ever so slightly pouting lips had on men, and many women, was like that of a candlelight. Something that was so pleasant to watch, that pepole forgot what they were doing in the first place.
She took a step back to see more of herself, and then another step, and a few more.
As she stood there, for the first time that she could remember, she tried to see herself as she looked from another persons perspective. And for the first time she began to understand what her feisty best friend used to say she was so jealous about. It began to dawn on her that she had been totally honest with her when she once said that Katie had “an incredible body.”
“I’m incredible.” she said to herself. It felt good to finally say it. “Sexy. Yeah, I’m a sexy girl. No, I’m a woman. A sexy, attractive woman.” She giggled a bit. “…and the world is mine.” she added. She had never felt so confident, so grown up, so…turned on. She quickly jumped into the shower, turned the shower up to maximum, and masturbated more intensively than ever before. After about ten minutes of rubbing her clit and massaging her pussy lips, her eyes shot open. This was different than ever before. Normally she would rub herself for a while and stop when she got bored. Now she felt a warm glow spread like hot water from her pussy and down to her knees, through her spine, all inside her belly and up to her breasts. A sensation was building inside of her so rapidly that she couldn’t had stopped it even if she wanted to. She lost all control and fell on the side, never ceasing the frantic rubbing.
And then it hit her. Her body shook, she threw her head back and started trashing around like crazy. She let out a long, loud moan as her back arched and she came full throttle, humping her pussy against her own open palm. “Uuh…god…oh..GOD!” she exclaimed as the final wave hit her. She lay here for a minute, panting, eyes closed, mouth gaping, as the water poured down on her. She had heard about this. Claire had been sleeping with boys for over a year now, and claimed she always had an orgasm when she had sex or played with herself. But her description of how that felt was nothing like what Katie just had experienced. There were no words for it. She had exploded, from the pussy and out, and it had been the most incredible thing ever.
She was a beautiful, sexy virgin. It was her birthday, and less than an hour after she woke up, she had had her first ever orgasm.
When she finally emerged from the bathroom, she walked leisurely, wrapped in a towel, through the hall and into her room, where she dropped her towel and started rummaging through her closet and drawers. Now, where the hell had she put it? Ah, there it was. She took up two small items from her bottom drawer and laid them out on the bed.
Two years ago, when Katie had turned 18, Claire and two more of her friends, Rebecca and Juliette from her soccer team, had taken her shopping in an adult store filled with everything from bondage gear to sexy lingerie. The four girls darted giggling from one clothes rack to the other, trying to find “something slutty” to buy Katie as a birthday present. After awhile more of giggling, pointing and gawking at the most outrageous things they could find, they hit gold. It was a shiny, low-cut pink lace bra with matching minimal panties. It was one of few items in the store that looked like it was actually made to be worn. And still, it had an incredible erotic aura around it, in a Lolita fantasy kind of way. Or like Claire thoughtfully had put it;
“It just screams ‘Fuck me now!’, doesn’t it?”
Of course they bought it on the spot, and of course Katie never wore it. Besides, the bra had been a bit too big for her.
Since then her bust had grown a bit more, and the size of her current wardrobe was more in par with the thin, luxurious underwear. She slid on the silky panties and put on the bra with some effort. She had to take it off and adjust the strap behind her back a few times until it fit, but when it fit, it really did wonders. Katie firm, somewhat pointy breasts didn’t care all that much about gravity in the first place. And stuffed into this pink frame the effect was simply amazing. Tucked in, they looked more rounded and mature at the same time as they were slightly pushed up and together, creating two generous globes that would look spectacular in a deep cleavage. She was also a bit surprised of how comfortable the skimpy lingerie felt. The back of the panties was just a thin strip of cloth that nudged in between her buttocks, and the front barely covered her bikini line. But they felt really nice, even when she tried sitting, walking around or even bending over and touching her toes. Despite the obvious purpose of the outfit, this was clothes that could be worn all day.
So she decided to. She felt good about herself, and wanted to feel sexy. She couldn’t do much about the rest of the outfit she had to wear though. It was the same as always. Black shirt with a golden emblem, knee-length straight black skirt and conservative, nondescript shoes. It was called the Excel uniform. And it had nothing to do with spreadsheets. It had to do with spreading sheets though.
Katie had had the luck of landing a job at the Excelsior. Her chores at the exclusive uptown hotel was of the lowest rank, making beds, cleaning, filling the supply of soap and mini shampoo bottles in the rooms, that sort of thing. It was a shitty job, with shitty pay, certainly not enough to make ends meet and move away from home. For anyone wanting to work in the hotel and tourism business however, a job - any job - at the Excelsior was the holy grail. So she put up with the trite tasks and the odd hours. The workmates were nice people, it would shine on her future CV, and it sure beat flipping burgers.
She put her hair up in the usual ponytail, went through her minimalistic make-up routine and, on a whim, put on some lip gloss. Then she headed downstairs, jumped into a pair of sandalettes and went outside. It was time for work, and she had the afternoon pass. The fact that it was her birthday was not something that chanced the schedule. Not that she had asked for any special treatment. She was a big girl now, and this was what big girl’s did. She would have time to party, both with her family and later with her friends, this weekend.
An hour of commuting later, she stepped into the staff’s entrance of the posh hotel. She had gotten to know most of the faces of people bustling about by now, and several of them knew her by name. So a few “Hiya, Katie”, and even one or two “Cat” or “Kitten” met her as the zig-zagged her way through the ever present chaos that seems to reign any upscale restaurant’s kitchen. She was going to check in with Waldo, and get her first assignment for the day.
That’s how it always worked. Waldo was the foreman, just a few years short of retirement. Waldo was also a bit of a sleaze ball, and had actually made a few lewd passes at Katie the first week at work, until she became confident enough with some of the other women working there to get to know that Waldo did that to all women he ever met. All she had to do was to kindly tell him to go screw himself, and he’d stop. So she did. He had laughed, held up his hands, and given her a wide smile.
“Hey, take it easy, girl. A poor old chap has got to try, right? I’m just yanking your chain a bit.”
From that day, Waldo had kept his tongue on a leash. In fact, Katie had become rather fond of the man.
“Hi, Waldo! Are you ok?”
“Jesus, Kitten! What have you done with yourself?” Waldo exclaimed as she walked into his office.
“What, is something wrong?”
“Wrong? Nothing is wrong. You look so goddamn right it almost hurts. You beam like I’ve never seen you beam before Have you eaten something nuclear? You’re gonna need a bodyguard to fend off the riots of horny males you are gonna cause.”
“And who should protect me from big bad you?” she said jokingly.
“I thought we agreed to give that a rest, Katie. You know I never meant it like that. Ok, I’m just as much a dumb male as anyone else, so of course I find you attractive. But you’re young enough to be my grand-daughter, for crying out loud. No, I’m sharing a few hours a day with this piece of walking sunshine. That’s enough for me.”
“Walking sunshine?! Have you been smoking something, or is that some lame attempt to get into my pants?”
“No, it’s not! Believe me, I’m not going to do anything that I’m not supposed to do, I promise. ”
She hesitated. “So…if you were 20 years younger…”
“Honestly? You sure you want to know?”
“Yeah! What would you do if you were young again?”
“Then I’d smurf you like there was no tomorrow.” Waldo said in a matter-of-fact tone.
Katie’s mouth fell open. He just looked at her. “Hey, you asked!”
Suddenly, Katie couldn’t help herself. She burst out into laughter. She couldn’t me mad at this wicked, wonderful man.
“‘Smurf’?!? Ok, ok, ok. I give up. But I still can’t figure out what made you so dumbstruck just then.”
“What did you expect? That nobody takes notice of you, when you prance around looking as stunning an any Playboy spread?”
“Oh, get real! How could I ever look that sexy? Fully dressed, in THIS?”
“Katie, you could dress in garbage for all I care. Tarred and feathered you’d still be the prettiest girl on the planet. Come on now, the hallways of the filthy rich are waiting. Here’s your list.”
She had the top floor that day. That was always a treat, because that’s where the wealthiest of the guests stayed. Fewer, bigger and more luxurious rooms. That was where the famous and the beautiful often lived. But not today. There was a biotech convention in town, and all the filthy rich executives were booked on the top floor. But it was still the best rooms you could get, and for a hotel maid it often meant a generous tip or two on the bedside tables. After the first ten, uneventful rooms of suits and ties and one with the obvious traces of ‘high-class international escort’-activity, she pulled up the doors to the presidential suite, the finest the Excelsior had to offer.
There were people in there. Four men and a woman, sitting in the lounge part of the big room. Katie quickly mumbled an apology and backed out of the door again. But one of the men spoke up.
“Oh, don’t let us disturb you. We’re just killing time here, waiting for some friends. Don’t let us stop you from doing your job.”
“No, it’s ok. I can come back later. It’s no trouble.” Katie replied. It was trouble actually, The schedule was as always pretty tight. If she couldn’t do this room now, she’d have to skip a break to do it later.
“Oh, come on. I know how it works. We’re messing up the plans here. Please come in, I’m sure they don’t pay you enough to be bullied around by the likes of us anyway, right?”
Katie gratefully stepped inside.
“You got that right.” she said. “And thanks. I’ll be quick. You won’t even notice me.”
“Oh, I find that hard to believe.” he mused as he looked her over. She rolled her eyes at him.
“Sir, if you don’t mind…”
He laughed, apologized sincerely for his rudeness, and returned to his friends by the sofas. Katie went about her business, pretending as if they weren’t there. That was pretty easy, as they just sat in the big sofa and the armchairs and spoke quietly. When she strolled over to their corner to check the rather generous mini bar for lack of peanuts, she could hear them talking.
“I say we do it.” a dark haired, well groomed man said.
“Yeah, me too,” said the woman, a tall, slender girl in Katie’s age. The men all seemed to be closer to thirty. “But then again, I really don’t have much say in this, do I? It’s your fun.”
“…and Dennis money, this time.” said another one of the men. Blond, handsome, but almost a foot shorter than the others. “Your call, buddy.”
The one called Dennis, the same man that had greeted Katie in the door, took a short break, mulling something over in his head. Then he finally seemed to make up his mind.
“Yeah, why not? She’ll definitely do. Hey, excuse me. Uh, miss?”
“Yes, sir?” Katie said, by reflex.
“Would you like to earn fifty dollars doing absolutely nothing?”
“…excuse me?”
“I said, would you like to earn…”
“Ok, ok. I heard you. What… what do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. It’s like in that movie…Four Rooms? Come and sit down for a while for a little chat, and I’ll give you a fifty dollar tip. I promise you, that’s all there is to it. We have something we’d want to discuss with someone like you, and we’re willing to pay you for the trouble.”
“Ok, what is this. Prank The Maid-day?”
“No no no. Ok, look. Here,” he said and took out his wallet, from which he yanked five ten dollar bills and put them in the girl’s hand. “take it! It’s yours. There. Bye bye!”
Too surprised to know how to really react, Katie turned to leave.
“..or maybe a hundred dollars would be more interesting?” Dennis continued, and Katie’s step froze. “That’s right, your value just went up. One hundred dollars for just sitting here and answering a few questions.”

Last month, we had gone to a sea resort in south Orissa called Gopalpur. The idea was to give my wife a much needed rest from her daily cares and worries. So had we left our kids back home with their grandparents and had motored down to the place. It is a slightly out of the way place, not much more than a village, and there was not much of a rush. We felt that it would be the perfect place for us to let our hair down and enjoy ourselves.
We were having dinner in the dining hall of the motel we had put up in when my wife told me she was constantly being ogled at by a group of three boys, none of them more than 18 or 19 years old, who had put up at the same motel as us. I teased her by saying why not - she was, after all, a very attractive woman. To guys of that age, with her face and figure, she was probably the perfect dream boat.
She laughed and told me not to be silly, but she admitted that she felt very flattered by their attention. I had an idea. I asked her if she would like getting screwed by them. She pretended to be shocked at first but I could make out that the idea had turned her on immensely. She really rocked in bed that night.
Next day, even before the sun had arisen, we went to the beach to bathe in the sea. The sea at Gopalpur is rather rough, and the fun is in trying to keep one’s balance as one is buffeted by the waves breaking on the beach. The three boys were also there. We got friendly and we learnt that they all belonged to good families and that they were all studying in a reputed medical college.
My wife was wearing nothing more than a nighty. It did not do much to hide the curves of her voluptuous 38D-34-40 figure. I could see the guys simply eat her up with their eyes.
I let the boys take my wife out into the water. I could see them quite intentionally fling themselves against her every time the waves hit them, and in the melee they would squeeze her breasts and other parts. When my wife came out, she pretended to be quite cross. She told me that the boys had squeezed her breasts so mercilessly that she was quite bruised. I could make out, however, that she was getting very excited.
I told the boys that we planned to visit that morning a famous temple that was located on a hill some distance away. I asked them if they’d like to join us. We would be back by late afternoon. They eagerly accepted our offer.
After visiting the temple site, we had a picnic on a field on the temple grounds. I had carried with me a bottle of malt and we opened it and drank as we ate. We began to learn all we could about the boys. They too had come to Gopalpur with the sole purpose of freaking out. All that they lacked was female company. I could make out that my wife was driving them absolutely crazy.
Emboldened by a few drinks one of them blurted out saying that they thought she was the most beautiful woman they had seen. My wife pretended to get terribly embarrassed and flustered and told them not to be silly. She then asked them if that was why they had pinched her so mercilessly when bathing in the sea in the morning.
The boys were terribly embarrassed. Then they apologised to her saying that they just could not resist themselves - she was so incredibly sexy. My wife hid her face as she laughed. She told them that they were all terribly naughty.
We all returned to the motel it high spirits. It was evening and we went our respective rooms to freshen up. When it was dark and the moon was up, my wife and I decided to go for a walk on the beach. I asked the boys if they would like to come along. They were willing. I then suggested why not pack dinner and some bottles of drink. We could sit somewhere on the beach and partake of them later.
We walked for a while till we were a far away from whatever crowd there was until we had reached a small jungle that hid us from the rest of the village. After a while the talk turned to the topic of girls and one of the boys said he wished they could get a woman to enjoy themselves with. Someone like my wife, he said.
There was an expectant, embarrassed silence for a while. My wife and I pretended to be shocked. My wife hid her face in her hands. Would they really enjoy it with my wife? I asked. She was not a young girl their age. That was precisely what made her so attractive to them, the boy replied. She was mature, and experienced, and very beautiful. There was so much she could teach them.
Should I allow it? I asked. After all she was my wife. They could have her only if I did, they said. After all they couldn’t possibly force themselves on my wife, could they?
I pretended to think about it. Well, I said finally, I didn’t really have much of a choice. If my wife would allow them, they could have her.
The eyes of each of the boys lit up in expectation. They looked at my wife, and then at their feet - daring hope against hope that she would agree. My wife decided to play out the little drama a little longer. She said nothing, just gazed at her feet, pretending to be thinking furiously.
She then stood up. Slowly she took off her kameez and let the boys see her breasts held up by her bra in the moonlight. She then took off her bra and let them view her perfectly shaped tits as they jutted out majestically in front of her. Then she took off her pajamas and panties and let them gaze at her splendid sexy body resplendent under the moonlight in all its glory.
She turned and looked at the boys and told them to come and take her. She was am theirs to enjoy. The boys were stupefied and gaped at her. They then looked at me in confusion. I smiled and told them to go ahead.
Those boys needed no further invitation. In a flash they had all quickly stripped and fallen upon her. They wrestled her to the ground and began kissing and fondling her tits and belly.
It was the first time they had been with a woman - so they needed some guidance. One by one my wife took them into her. They each didn’t take long to cum, but they fucked her quite soundly nonetheless. They were blessed with the energy of young, randy men and soon they were well into the second round. My wife was by now screaming in unalloyed ecstasy. she had one guy fucking her pussy while a another her asshole while another played with and squeezed her tits
One after the other they took her again and again, at times singly, at times in pairs and at times all three together. My wife had never ever been fucked so thoroughly in her life, and she was enjoying every minute of this. As they took her by cunt and arse, as they squeezed and kissed and sucked her, she moaned and screamed in an unbelievable ecstasy of sheer delight.
The boys asked me if I would like to take her also. I said I would - later. For now they could have her all they wanted. I continued to sip the malt and watched.
I watched the boys, who were quite insatiable by now, take my wife and give her the fucking of a lifetime. The recuperating powers of their youth allowed them to recharge themselves again and again and they drove into my wife like demented madmen, fucking her like there would be no tomorrow.
Dawn was breaking when the boys finally said they had had enough. They went down to the sea and washed themselves and put on their clothes once again. My wife lay totally exhausted for a long time before she too entered the still cool sea water and let it assuage the pounding her cunt and arse and the rest of her body had taken. After long while she got up and put on her clothes.
We all sat or lay on the beach. My wife lay her head on the lap one of the boys while the others caressed her till she fell asleep. The sun was well up before she awoke, and then we all together walked back to our motel.

“Breathe slowly. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Good girl.”
Blindfolded and topless, she sat comfortably in the upholstered chair. Black ropes secured her forearms - from elbow to wrist - to the armrests. Her lower legs were similarly secured to the front legs of the chair. Yet another rope wound repeatedly at her waist and her lower and upper ribcage to affix her torso to the back of the chair. This was one of the rare occasions when she was not wearing her collar, specifically because of what was about to take place.
“you look wonderful like this,” I informed her, and she smiled appreciatively. It struck Me then just how obscene a smile can be in the right circumstances, and given that she was topless and blindfolded and held in place by black ropes, her smile definitely looked obscene. With an obscene smile, I was afraid that if she grinned, it would somehow profane the experience.
The house was perched upon a plateau with a nice view over the valley to the east. The main reason I had bought this place as a second home was to enjoy the sunrise, unfettered by trees or buildings: All that separated the house from the valley was about twenty yards of grass, a wooden fence, and a drop of about six hundred feet.
It was an excellent setting for this. Throughout the night, I had played with her - some pleasure, mostly pain, just the way she liked it. For the past hour, I had purposely kept her blindfolded, and as dawn approached, it was time.
After one more appreciative view of her flogger-reddened chest, I moved to stand behind her. As I waited for the right moment, I gently ran My fingers through her lengthy disheveled hair, ultimately gathering it in My hands and tugging gently, causing her head to tip back over the back of the chair and exposing her throat. she moaned softly, and I could tell from the sound that fatigue was getting the best of her - after all, she had not enjoyed the benefit of coffee throughout the long night.
“I’m almost finished with you,” I assured her. “Just a little longer, little one.”
“Yes, Master,” she whispered in acknowledgement.
Still maintaining the tug of her hair, I reached into My shirt pocket and withdrew the sunglasses, opening and donning them with a single hand with practiced ease. I pulled harder, back and down, causing her torso to strain against the ropes securing her to the back of the chair. she groaned softly, in part from the growing discomfort in her scalp, in part from the ropes biting into the unprotected skin of her upper and lower chest. she was breathing a little harder, a little faster.
I took advantage of her body’s natural reaction to the discomfort and, still pulling her fair hair, I quickly removed the blindfold and tossed it aside. she squealed from the daylight, naturally blinded after having spent so much time in complete darkness, and as soon as her squeal had ended, My free hand grasped her neck.
With one hand hurting her and one hand preventing her from breathing properly, I smiled. Within seconds, the first ray of daylight would rise above the distant clouds and truly blind her.
Just before the first golden ray befell U/us, she began to truly struggle, the growing pain in her scalp augmenting the discomfort across her upper and lower chest, the lack of proper oxygen starting to induce a panic within her.
“That’s right,” I told her. “Struggle for Me. Suffer for Me.”
she could not see or feel it, but I am certain that she knew Me well enough after several months to know it: I was aroused. My erection was pressed against the back of the chair, which given My position was as close as I could come to pressing my manhood against her. her gasps, her wheezes, her sputters further thrilled Me, and certainly the day’s first rays of sunlight were providing yet more distress for her.
Twice I briefly allowed her to breathe properly - just long enough to refill her lungs before My hand tightened anew around her neck. The power I had over her was great, the ability to control something so basic as whether or not she could breathe quite heady.
When at last the sun had fully risen above the distant clouds, I slowly released her neck and her hair. “Good girl,” I praised, massaging her shoulders as she loudly inhaled as much oxygen as her lungs could handle. “you have definitely earned your rest.”
she had also earned her way into My bed.

Trudy is so insecure of handsome boyfriend, David, she tricks him into dressing as a girl so no friend finds him desirable at a party. Good idea? Make up your own mind as her plan backfires when a surprise guest finds him irresistible.
Chapter 1 - Dressing for the Party
I bet you’ve never met someone as insecure and jealous as my girlfriend, Trudy. She believes if I’m too desirable, every girl will want me. I’m flattered but I give her grounds for concern. I’m an outrageous flirt and know I’m popular with the ladies. Being charming comes naturally and I can’t help my boyish good looks. Trudy loves me so much she does her best to spoil my fun. She makes me wear daft fashionable clothes and even cuts my hair badly - yet girls still fancy me. I just can’t help my animal magnetism. It’s a gift. Things are better, she’s certainly more trusting so I believed her when she tells me about Guy and Darlene’s dinner party. It’s a themed fancy-dress, where the boys dress as girls and the girls as boys. I thought for a moment of Trudy in my blue pinstriped suit with a crisp white shirt and tie and felt my little cock stiffen. It could be fun I muse as I find seeing her in my clothes very sexually thrilling. Then I consider Guy. ‘I can’t imagine him in a dress,’ I say.
‘I know,’ Trudy chuckles, ‘it will be a right giggle.
‘… And he agreed,’ I ask bemused.
‘Yes,’ she laughs. ‘That’s the amazing thing. Didn’t you know, given half the chance boys love to wear skirts.’
‘Hmm,’ I say unconvinced. ‘I’ve never worn a skirt before.’
‘That’s even better,’ she claps. ‘A skirt virgin. I’m sure you’ll find the whole experience humbling.’
I wasn’t sure. ‘I’ll look a prat.’
She saw my reluctance.
‘It will be hard for me too, Honey,’ she coos, ‘I wouldn’t normally be seen dead without make-up.’
I picture Trudy again in my work suit. ‘Do you really think you can make me look OK?’ I ask coming round to the idea.
‘Listen, David, I should know how to make you look like a convincing girl! After all, who better to turn you into a girl but a REAL girl, right?
I nod and on the same premise look forward to dressing her in my old suit. I secretly love the idea of masquerading as a girl. I don’t keep many secrets from Trudy but cross-dressing is a favorite fantasy of mine. Hmm! The idea of being dressed in delicate lingerie and a beautiful dress with high heels regularly drove me wild and this party seemed the perfect opportunity to enact my dream. It’s my suppressed feminine side that gives me empathy towards the ladies and increases my popularity.
On the night of the party I rush back from work to our flat. I’d had an awful day. My boss, Mark, gave me no peace so I was looking forward to a relaxing evening. Mark can be an arrogant bully at the best of times. He talks to me like dirt and bosses me around like a skivvy. Yet he pays well and I enjoy the job sufficiently to put up with his rudeness. My annual appraisal due in two weeks and with promotion prospects likely it was essential to be as accommodating as possible.
As I enter my flat I’m surprised to see a suited figure. I froze assuming the stranger a burglar. The bright sunlight made it impossible to tell anything about the person, other than the shape was female, standing with her hands on her hip, blowing a plume of smoke into the air. As she steps closer and became more visible a smile spread across my face.
‘What do you think of my costume?’ Trudy laughs. She looks amazing in my blue pinstripe suit, crisp white shirt and red silk tie. Hair tied so sternly back it looks cropped close to her scalp and with no make-up she looks incredibly sexy.
‘Excited?’ she asks dragging me to our bedroom. I try not to look overtly willing. ‘Oh! Honey, come with me now on a journey to glorious femininity, where I’ll beautify you and dress you in the most sensually girlish clothes.’
‘Steady on, stop it,’ I cry feeling a flush of embarrassment flow through me. ‘Let’s not get carried away. It’s a fancy-dress, right?’
But she didn’t stop.
‘Oh! Honey, in a few minutes you’ll pass as a ravenous girlie babe.’
I feel my eyes glaze over and a glimmer of regret flashes through me. It’s one thing having kinky dreams but a whole new experience when faced with it.
‘Hurry, darling, we have to be there in forty minutes and there’s lots to do. You do want to go don’t you?’ She knew I did.
As she directs, I shower and shave my body silky smooth, pat myself dry with a towel and cover myself with her greasy moisturiser. Smelling like a tarts handbag she practically frog-marches me back into the bedroom to change. She immediately points to a door on which hung a pale-pink dress with capped sleeves in some light, gossamer fabrics. It looks incredibly expensive.
‘Well, what do you think, David? Isn’t it adorable?’ She fingers through the pastel folds of the dress.
I nod awkwardly.
‘I wasn’t too sure of your size. I had to guess. It’s a 12 but I might have been too optimistic. What do you think?’ She smirks and a shiver of apprehension slithers through me.
I had no idea and nervously look away. My eyes rest on our bed. Ugh! I feel my jaw drop in horror at the assortment of pretty lingerie neatly laid out for me.
‘I, I, I,’ I stutter, ‘I thought I only had to wear the dress! Not all that!’
She’s enraged.
‘Nonsense,’ she says leafing through the silky items like a junkie seeking a fix. ‘You can’t wear this beautiful dress without these panties and matching bra! Your own briefs would ruin the line of this dress and you have to fill out the bust with something, don’t you?’ I nod my head. I was no expert but she had a point.
‘Promise you won’t laugh?’ I ask nervously as the towel round my waist drops to the floor and she passes me the panties.
‘Did you laugh at my costume?’ gushes Trudy. ‘Don’t worry you’ll be amongst friends all wearing something similar.’
Reassured I step meekly into her silky panties admiring the beautiful lace detail and wonder if she wore my plain cotton boxers under my suit trousers. I pull the skimpy material up my clean-shaven legs, and when at my waist, I feel my manhood rub against the soft, sensual material. Their caress excites me, and I start to get erect! Fortunately Trudy doesn’t notice, preoccupied wrapping the matching bra round my chest. She feeds my arms through the delicate straps and I shudder as with skilful ease she clasps the bra together and stuffs the soft cups with two doughy type bags. They feel terribly realistic, firm and heavy, swaying to and fro as I move. I gasp at my cleavage and I couldn’t believe my eyes when she completes my breasts with a pair of false erect nibbles’
‘These will raise a smile,’ she says slipping them between the cups. I stand still in stunned silence as they protrude proudly and are clearly visible through the lace. My cock continues to swell as she rolls them between her thumb and forefinger.
I sigh and feel strangely different. Her extreme attention too detail excites me and I chuckle to myself looking like a porn star on heat.
‘They look so authentic,’ she gasps. She’s right. Gazing down at myself a weird shudder cascades through my body as if injected with female hormones. Odd… but I felt embarrassed with their prominence as if they were part of me. The panties and bra had a strange property about them. As if magical, there very presence on me made me delightfully feminine. I shake my head in disbelief, scared of my feelings. More strange sensations were to come as following her directions I step into a silky slip and drop a camisole over my head. They both feel cool and slippery, gliding over my body with the slightest movement. She senses my delight and for the first time notices my growing pleasure. She giggles at the sight of her excited boyfriend in panties, and a bra.

‘You promised not too laugh’ I cry.
‘I’m not’, she lies, ‘you look gorgeous, why should I? You look like dynamite. Your legs are so curvaceous and your waist so small. Though we definitely have to do something about this.’ She taps my bulging cock disapprovingly.
‘Hmmm!’ I groan.
‘Oh! Honey, Feels nice does it?
I nod sheepishly.
The dress was a terrible extravagance, but admit it’s stunning. I’d never seen her wear anything so beautiful. It was obvious she was intent on me projecting a very feminine image. She wanted me to convey a look of sophisticated sensuality not a bloke in drag as I had originally thought.
‘Hired,’ Trudy says as I wonder where she had got it. ‘I got carried away. Fancy-dress parties can be spoilt if the guests don’t make an effort. Don’t you agree?’
I meekly nod.
‘I didn’t want to be stingy. Although, I have to admit, I threw sensible out of the window when I saw this gem. Just be careful you don’t get it dirty or damaged. The deposit alone was a fortune.’
My mind was a whirl. Such effort. Such detail. For what? A fancy-dress? It didn’t add up. She unzips it and holds it open invitingly. In a daze I did as she directs and step into the short, floaty dress. Hmm! As the dress flutters against my legs my cock almost bursts the sensual fabric fanning the flames of passion within me. My senses are bombarded with different sensations. The dress smells fresh and clean like a pretty English garden in early spring. In a dream I pull it over my slender frame. The smell of fresh flowers envelops me; the soft, light fabric sends shivers darting throughout my body. It fits perfectly and as I slip my slim shaking arms into the sleeves my little cock stiffens yet again and I feel strangely different. The dress finishes well above the knee and is much shorter than my modesty would have liked. My large breasts stretch the material in a tarty manner. I frown smoothing the soft dress over my rump, and when I see the faint outline of my panties, my cock swells even further.
‘That’s what I call a result,’ Trudy says zipping up my back. Locked in the dress I knew then that the experience was burning into my memory and would be one that I could conjure at a moment’s notice. I console myself with the thought that Guy wore a similar girlish outfit and probably felt just as awkward.
‘Now, long pink earrings, this dress, a colourful wrap and delicate heels are the perfect formula for party dressing this summer… and you’re not walking round London with those white sticks you call legs either. I don’t care what you think, you’re wearing tights.’
I groan, mainly for effect, as I want to wear the tights. I felt a compelling need to complete my look. A girlish wave flickers through me as Trudy hands me a pair pale pink hold-ups. Even better I thought. Called ‘Provocation’ they were absolutely gorgeous, but according to the packet they cost twenty-five quid. Can you believe that? Just for a pair of stockings. I’d never held anything so sheer and my hands tremble as I held one open and slip a nervous toe into them. Oh! They felt wonderful as the nylon engulfs my foot. My cock twitches uncontrollably as I slide them up my legs. Never before had I felt something so nice. Their effect was amazing. I hadn’t realised how long and well-proportioned my legs were and what a good figure I possess. I glow with pride and run my hands up and down my smooth legs. The hold-ups were an excellent choice as the dress clung on the hips and suspenders would have shown through horribly. Standing in her lingerie sheathed in the pink nylon stockings something strange happens. Up until then everything I wore seemed alien and odd but suddenly it all came together like finding the final piece of a jigsaw and collectively the dress, panties, bra, and hold-ups felt wonderful. I had dreamt of this many times but this was my first ever experience of the realities of wearing female clothes. Wearing such feminine cloths lit a beacon in my heart that burnt brightly and unleashed an emotion I would never again manage to put back in its box. The thought terrified me.
Trudy sensed a change in my attitude.
‘How you feeling now, Honey?’ she asks soothingly. ‘Pretty huh? Don’t you just love wearing a lovely bra that’s filled with your very own boobies?’ she giggles; jiggling my breast while her other hand felt my tightly encased balls. I struggle to answer, as my minds awash with pleasurable feelings.
‘Hmm! OK,’ I say slowly, desperately trying to under play my real emotions.
She wasn’t fooled and smiles knowingly. Next like a magician with a rabbit she pulls from a box a beautiful blonde, shoulder length wig. She smiles and combs it with loving affection.
‘It’s so fashionable to have unkempt curls. There’s something incredibly sexy about hair that is sun and sea tousled. Don’t you agree?’
I nod, my heart beats wildly but as she pats the stool in front of her for me to sit down I began to feel we had over stepped the mark. Fantasy was blurring with reality. I had never made such an effort for a fancy-dress and I began to worry that I would look rather too convincing. No time to contemplate my fate as she pulls the wig tightly over my head. Like the dress it fits perfectly and she combs the wavy curls into place.
‘All this,’ I stutter. ‘It’s a bit extreme isn’t it?’
‘No, no, no,’ she clucks proudly. ‘You can never over dress for a party.’ She sprays me liberally with hair spray. ‘You’ll wow everyone with this hair and heads will turn.’
I dwell on this thought then shake my head unconvinced. My new hair sparkles and shines alluringly. Next she paints my lips scarlet with a buttery lipstick and made-up my eyes with a velvety shadow.
‘Oh! Trudy, do I have to wear lipstick and all this make-up, too? I whine, watching her erase any trace of masculinity from my face.
‘What a silly question, of course you do,’ she says, lengthening my eyelashes with her mascara.
‘I, I, I can’t imagine Guy or any of the others going to such lengths.’ I stutter slipping on a pair of towering heels.
‘Oh Honey! You’ll be surprised what men do but you’ll have to wait and see.’ She sprays me with a perfume she calls flowers and finally blots my lips on a tissue. I totter in front of her floor-length mirror. I couldn’t believe the reflection that shone back at me. I look amazing. The dress accentuated my slim waist; the stockings made my legs look incredibly long, the heels made my ankles look slender and my stuffed bra gave me an enviable hour-glass figure. I ran the palms of my hands smoothly down my sides and revel in the feel of my wide hips under the dress.
‘Mmm’ I moan. I found it hard to believe I was actually dressed as a convincing woman. I was living my dream. Every time my legs rub together my short skirt skims my knee and my heels tap lightly on the floor. Every new experience I approach with wonder and yes, enthusiasm. It was a naive innocence yet to be sullied by a single iota of ridicule and humiliation. With the time approaching for us to leave it was unlikely to last. My little cock, encased in pretty panties, twitches as if to remind me of its presence. I was extremely pleased - and sensually excited - with the end-result. I never dreamt I’d look so good. Trudy’s delighted too.
‘You look amazing,’ Trudy gasps shaking her head in disbelief. ‘Let me see your bust, dear,’ Trudy asks, pulling me toward her. She examines my padded cups as if they were her own, kneading and fondling them, nodding her head. ‘Oh, yes! These are just perfect! How do you like them?’
I look down at the squishy mounds protruding from my chest. I couldn’t see my dainty feet. ‘I detest them!’ I lie, feeling them hanging from my chest like large melons.
But more was to come. In addition to insuring that I appear as one of the prettiest girls at the party, Trudy insists I act out the role. She orders me to parade up and down the room swinging my hips. I did as she asks, feeling very foolish, but after a few minutes I got used to the heels, the dress and the heavy bra
‘David, Honey, you’re a natural girl!’ Trudy says. ‘The only thing that looks a little out of place is this bulge,’ she points to my hard-on. ‘Something’s got to be done about that! Still we don’t want you looking too good do we?’ She threw me a knowing smile. ‘I don’t want to be jealous.’ I laugh but fail to comprehend her intention. She gestures me towards her and we sit together on the bed motionless for a few moments. She softly caresses my cheek and I shiver, terrified of my own sexually charged emotions. Slowly she turns her face to me and drew her lips to mine. We kiss shyly at first. I felt only utter exhilaration and feminine pleasure experiencing a girlish role. She was the forceful kisser, leading the way with her probing tongue. Trudy gently stretches me back on the bed and began to run her hand across the shiny fabric of my dress. All the time telling me how beautiful I look. She presses her lips to mine and strokes her tongue inside my mouth. I respond by sucking delightedly on the moist appendage and draw it deeper into my throat. We clutch at each other, savouring the moment. Inadvertently I raise and spread my legs, the action opening wider the front of my dress. Trudy’s hand went immediately to my legs and began to caress them, slowly at first, her fingers sliding across the smoothness of my hairless legs and then massaging my thighs. I sigh, I gasp, and I feel delightfully feminine.
‘Oh, God, David, you’re so, so … Sexy.’
‘Make love to me, Trudy, make love to me like never before.’ As if answering my prayers, her fingers edge to the waistband of my panties and pull them slowly down my legs. I shudder aware that I was assuming the submissive feminine role but Trudy didn’t seem to mind. I let out a little moan, lift my body to accommodate her movement and my white undies slither across my expensive silk stockings and land crumpled at my ankles. Trudy’s hands continue probing and soon settled at the top of my hold-ups. She ran her right tantalizingly over the lacy tops and softly caresses my groin. I couldn’t bare it. She’s driving me crazy introducing me to totally new sensations that burst and fizzed inside me. Then her long fingers grasp my slowly stiffening cock and hold it firmly. She smiles while squeezing and kneading my cock knowing that I was about to explode.
‘Who’s a bad girl,’ she scolds then thrusts her tongue deep into my throat again and we press our bodies against each other in a passionate embrace. Suddenly she pulls herself away from me.
‘We haven’t long, honey, we’ll be late.’ she sighs. ‘There’s plenty of time later.’ From now, I want YOU to be my girlfriend! And that’s not how they behave.’ She squeals as her hands went back up inside my dress and stroke my shaft slowly.
Disappointed I pull my panties back on and smooth down my dress as I’d seen Trudy do many a time.
I try to look down at my groin as I was convinced my cock must show but I couldn’t see clearly because of my new chest, I could see that my breasts were larger then Trudy’s, and my dresses thinness did little to hide my erect nipples protruding from my bra!
‘Bar that little tell tale bulge, you look just like a girl,’ Trudy squeaks excitedly.
‘Have you lost your mind?’ I say frantically, ‘I can’t possibly pretend to be a girl! This is a fancy-dress party. We’re seeing friends. I’m in drag. I’m not trying to be a girl.’
I look down at the dress on my body, and feel helpless. No mistaking I was dressed completely as a young lady, and now I also had to pretend to be one.
‘Oh David, hush now,’ she says emphatically. ‘You now look and act like a girl so perfectly, that no one will know who you really are if you’re careful.’
‘But Trudy, I don’t WANT to be a lady. This is a fancy-dress. Don’t read into this more than what it is. It’s just a bit of harmless fun, right?’
She laughs and a hint of a smile plays across her lips.
‘Its OK for a laugh But It’s not right that I’m wearing this dress seriously.’

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a stitch she was wearing, not even a blouse.
She had made up her mind that she wanted to see the hot, sexy fat man that left all those wonderful presents under her tree every year. So she took a nice long bath and shaved her sexy body bare, paying special attention to her sweet pussy. When she was done she did her hair and her makeup and rubbed her favorite lotion all over her smooth body again paying special attention to her smooth pussy. She rubbed the lotion over her newly naked mound and made sure she rubbed some on her moistening slit. She gently opened her pussy lips and massaged just a little bit onto her needy clit and even gently probed inside of her with the perfumed lotion. She was on fire, needing release. She knew she had been such a good girl this year and that Santa would have to give her exactly what she wished for….him.
She made sure she had the cookies set out for him and the nice big glass of milk. She had some candles burning and soft Christmas music playing in the background. She decided that she would greet Santa as he came down her chimney so she got a nice warm blanket and some pillows and set up a makeshift bed in front of the fireplace.
Thinking Santa might be a little naughty, she brought her little toy chest out from her bedroom and had it next to her blanket bed.
She decided to make sure her sweet pussy was nice and wet and ready for the jolly one and found a little clit vibrator to amuse herself with until he arrived.
She started on her nipples. Teasing them with the vibrator until they were aching and stiff peaks that just begged to be licked and nibbled on. She moved the buzzing toy lower to her soaking wet slit. She slid it up and down moaning the whole time. With one hand she kept her nipples hard by pinching and playing with them as she gently worked the toy over her naked lips.
She couldn’t take it any more and slid the little buzzy inside of her for just a second. She needed something much bigger to truly fulfill her tonight, but this helped keep her hot and in need. Finally she slid the little vibrator onto her hot clit. She moaned loudly loving the electric feeling that shot through her at the contact.
“Ho, ho, ho, what do I see here?” The low voice growled “Did you start without me? What a bad girl!!”
The toy fell from her hand and her eyes flew open. “Santa!” She exclaimed “I wasn’t being bad! I was trying to make myself ready for you! I’ve been such a good girl all year; I just wanted to make sure I was ready for my present!”
“Maybe so,” He chuckled “but you were so very close to an orgasm…only a very naughty and very bad girl would cum before Santa could get here! I think that maybe a punishment should be in order here.”
She was almost in tears, horrified that she had made Santa angry. She got to her knees and looked meekly up at him. “Yes Santa, punish me for being a bad girl. I promise I will be good from now on.”
She swore that she saw his cock twitch in his red pants but before she could be sure he snapped “Then get up and bend over the arm of the couch, your going to get a spanking!”
She quickly obeyed, bending quickly over the arm of the couch, slightly parting her legs showing him her wet and willing pussy.
As she was getting in position Santa had started to undress, sliding his red pants and boxers down his legs. His cock was stiff and leaking after walking in on the hot slut on the brink of orgasm. He quickly removed his top and gloves and ran his hand over his chest and over his belly and gave a quick stroke to his thick rod. He was going to have some fun tonight…..
He rubbed his hand over her soft pert ass. She moaned loudly for him. “I’m going to give you six swats on your pretty little ass, three on each cheek. That will be punishment enough and then we can move on to your present.”
He gave each cheek a quick, stinging spank that received a squeal from the helpless woman. The next two were hard deep spanks to each cheek. The last two were hard, thuddy spanks, slowly delivered with a slight grope at the end of each. When he was done he slid his hand down and started caressing her dripping wet cunt. “Mmm, my girl, you didn’t need to worry about being ready for good ol’ Santa…your hot cunt is so very ready for me. And Santa’s big thick cock is ready to fuck that sweet shaved pussy. Lie down and spread your legs wide….”
She quickly lay on her makeshift bed, spreading her legs wide. He kneeled down in between her legs and she saw his cock. She gasped and moaned at the sight of it.
“Its ten inches my girl. Nice and thick and in need of some attention, you wouldn’t believe how long it has been since I have had such a nice hot pussy.”
Instead of sliding inside of her he leaned all the way down and started to kiss her naked pussy. His tongue lightly flicked up and down her overheated slit making her writhe and moan with pleasure. He gently opened up her beautiful pussy and started licking her hole where he would be stuffing his big cock in just a few moments. He licked teasingly upwards, avoiding her clit at all costs. She groaned, needing release and he attacked her clit with his tongue. Flicking it and licking circles around it quickly. She lost it and her orgasm started. She bucked her hips into his mouth, loving the rough feel of his white beard against her freshly shaven cunt. She was grinding her pussy into his face, loving the sensation and the power of her orgasm.
When her orgasm subsided she sat up and kissed Santa’s face all over and kissed his mouth deeply, loving the smell of her on him and the taste of her pussy in his mouth.
He gently laid her back and spread her legs again. He slid the tip of his cock up and down her hot slit. “Beg for it my girl; I want to hear you beg Santa for his big cock.”
“Oh, please Santa, please! I need that big hot cock inside of me! I promise to be such a good girl and to let you do whatever you want to me whenever you want to do it! I just need your big fat cock Santa!!! Please!!!!”
He slowly slid the tip inside of her hot hole. She groaned, loving how full he was making her. Slowly he slid about half of his big cock into her sweet pussy.
“Yes! Oh yes, please give me all of it!!” She moaned.
In one deep quick thrust he slid the rest of his cock into her tight pussy. The mix of feeling so full and the hard stroke triggered her orgasm. She groaned and thrashed under him as her orgasm took her.
“Oh yes, good girl. That’s my good little slut, cum all over my big cock.” He whispered to her through her orgasm.
She stilled and then started to rock her hips against him. “Is my little slut ready for more?”
“Oh yes Santa!!! Fuck me!! Fuck your little slut and cum in her pussy!!” She wailed.
He started slowly, gently fucking her in long slow strokes, his hands caressing her breasts, playing with her hard nipples. Gradually his thrusts became harder, deeper. He started taking her with more force, being rougher with her breasts, pinching her hard nipples. She was in heaven; she loved how rough he was with her, how deep his hard cock was inside of her. She was so close to yet another orgasm but she wanted to cum with him.
He started fucking her hard, like a piston slamming his big dick deep into her sloppy wet cunt. One hand squeezed her left tit hard and the other wrapped around her throat, cutting off her air supply. He kept pounding into her as her cunt got tighter and tighter from the fear of her oxygen restriction. He felt his cum boiling in his cock and let go of her throat. The rush of oxygen into her system put her on overload and she started to cum instantly, she squealed as she squirted her juices over Santa’s cock and against his body. It was too much for Santa to take and he shot his huge load deep into her spasming pussy.
They recovered cuddling together, with his shrinking cock still inside of her. He pulled out and said “Suck me clean my hot little slut.”
She lay in between his legs, licking their juices off of his cock. She cleaned off his balls, which were still full and heavy. She sucked one in her mouth and gently licked it clean and then did the same with the other. She licked up and down his hardening cock like it was her own personal candy cane. He kept moaning, enjoying her loving attentions to his cock. He kept getting harder and was soon hard as a rock.
“Suck it my girl. Suck Santa’s big cock, see how much you can take.”
She opened her mouth and took just the tip in, teasing it and licking it. She sucked more and more down until she felt the tip hit the back of her throat. She put her hand around where she stopped and looked, she had barely gotten half (if that) in her mouth!
She became more determined. She sucked him as deep as she could and tried to get his cock head down her throat. Santa groaned when he felt that and gave a bit of a helpful thrust. His cock head popped into her throat and gripped the head of his cock like a vice.
He groaned and held the back of her head, holding his cock in place before slowly starting to thrust his cock as deep as he could into her mouth. He pulled out so she could breathe, and asked, “Is this alright my girl?”
“Yes!!” she responded breathlessly. “I want to deep throat you Santa.”
He groaned and slid his cock back in her mouth. He started to go deep and again his head popped into her throat and he started to fuck her face, loving how tight his little bitches throat was around his cock. He would pull back and let her breath every few strokes and start back up again. He was starting to get close when he had a naughty idea.
He pulled out of her throat and let her breathe and told her to get on all fours, he wanted to fuck her again.
He slid into her pussy, getting his cock wet and slick on her juices. He pulled out and found a nice big vibrator to slide in her. He slid it in and turned it on slowly. He grabbed a bottle of lube he found in her toy chest and squirted some onto her hot little ass hole.
She whimpered, knowing what was coming and aching for it, but nervous as to how much it would hurt!
He juiced up her tight little hole and started sliding one finger then two inside of her to loosen her up for him. He added a third and she moaned. He fucked her ass with the three fingers for a bit and then decided he wanted in. He squirted more lube on her hole and in her hole and on the head of his cock. He turned the vibrator on higher that was rumbling in her pussy. He slid the tip of his rock hard cock against her tight hole and started to slide it in. She moaned, a little of it was pain but she loved how hot it felt to be in this position. He kept pushing and finally got the tip all the way in her tight hole. He pushed more and more in and she cried out both in pleasure and in pain. He turned up the vibrator in her pussy higher and slid his cock home deep inside her ass.
She screamed out with the sudden fullness and shock of the thrust. He stayed in place to let her get used to it and soon she was moving against his cock.
“Your such a hot little slut aren’t you? You just love cock and getting fucked like a hot little whore….I should take you up to the North Pole, the elves would love to use you!”
He started to fuck her ass, not gently, but hard and deep and fast strokes. He turned the vibrator in her cunt up to full power and loved the sensation he felt in her ass. His hands went to her tits that were bouncing hard from the rough fuck he was giving her. He squeezed them and pinched her hot little nipples. He kept fucking her fast and hard. He grabbed her hair and pulled on it as he mauled her tits with his free hand.
“You are such a good little whore. You take whatever Santa gives you don’t you? I think you will be on my permanent nice list and you will get Santa’s special present every year. Hell, Santa might come calling in the off season to get some of your sweet pussy and hot ass. We could have a lot of fun!”
She moaned, so close to cumming from the stimulation in her pussy and the thick cock pounding her ass and the hand pulling her hair. His free hand started roaming all over her soft and supple body. She groaned when his hand rested on the flesh of her ass.
He started to spank her as he took her ass. Hard, stinging spanks that brought tears to her eyes but got her ever so much closer to orgasm.
He started grunting and let go of her hair. His hand went to her clit and started flicking it roughly and she lost it. She started to orgasm, the hardest and best orgasm she had ever had and passed out.
She woke with a start. Not quite remembering where she was, but as the fog lifted she realized she was alone. Was it all just a dream, she wondered? Then she tried to move, her muscles were sore and her pussy and ass ached. It hadn’t been a dream! Santa had given her just what she wanted for Christmas!!
She looked and where the cookies and milk had been was a note and a little wrapped box.
Picking up the note she read:
My sweet girl,
You pleased Santa greatly this year. You will be forever on my nice list and will get this same present every year, as long as you wish it. Along with that there is a little something special for you in the box. I hope you like it and thank you for being such a good girl.
All my love,
Santa
With tears in her eyes she opened the box and found two keys. One said ‘North Pole’ the other said Ferrari. Confused she looked outside and saw a beautiful red Ferrari with a bright gold bow wrapped around it in her driveway.
She quickly threw on her robe and went out to look. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen! On the console, next to the stereo, there was a keyhole that said ‘North Pole’ underneath it.
She grinned and thought that maybe Christmas wouldn’t cum just once a year….maybe it could cum once a month!!!

Today is the day that Melody arrives. We have been talking over the phone for a while now before we arranged a meeting. I have cleaned the house from top to bottom. I have scented candles and I also got a dozen roses and sprinkled the petals from the front door to the bedroom. I leave the house and head for the airport. A nice black limo will be meeting me there and take us on a tour of the town before heading home.
At the airport I wait for her to arrive. I see her coming down the ramp and she is beautiful. Her ebony skin shines and her tits sway as she walks. She sees me and runs to me and we hug and kiss for the first time. Her lips are so soft and taste so good. I can’t resist letting one hand slide down to her butt to confirm that she really isn’t wearing any panties. She isn’t. The red dress she is wearing makes her look very sexy and I lead her to the waiting limo.
As the limo takes us on a tour of the town we celebrate our meeting with a glass of fine champagne. After the tour the limo drops us off at my place and I lead my beautiful mistress into my home.
Melody loves the rose petals and follows them into the bedroom. I follow her watching her fine brown body. We start to kiss and undress and when I take my pants off she sees my sexy black satin and lace panties.
“What are those?” she asks, “Are you some panty wearing sissy?”
I hang my head and she knows she has me. Immediately her tone becomes harder and demanding. “So you are a little sissy aren’t you? And I thought you were going to be a manly lover for me. But all you turn out to be is a panty wearing little sissy boy.”
Melody walks towards me and pulls down my panties exposing my tiny little cock. “You thought you could satisfy me with that? she asks. “You have to be joking. I couldn’t even have a tiny little orgasm with something like that. All your going to be good for is using your tongue on my sweet pussy or maybe getting a real man hard enough to fuck me like I deserve.”
My face had turned red but I was so excited hearing her words, It was like a dream come true for me to be dominated in this way. Melody opened her bags and took out ropes, whips, handcuffs and other items that made my eyes pop out of my head. She then changed into a very sexy dom outfit and then ripped my panties all the way off and tied me face down to the bed. She then took a paddle and spanked my ass alternating from one cheek to the other and stopping after every 10 swats or so to rub my ass. My ass had turned bright red by this point and I was squirming uncontrollably but I could not escape due to the ropes tying me to the bed. Melody kept up her verbal humiliation of me while still spanking me, telling me how I was going to be her little slave and that I would serve her every need. My little cock was harder than it had ever been and was leaking pre-cum all over the bed.
Mistress Melody then said it was time she had some fun. She untied me and retied me face up on the bed. She then took off the sexy leather panties that she had put on earlier and straddled my face and proceeded to have me lick her to orgasm after orgasm. I was turned on beyond belief but she would not touch me or let me touch myself. After she was satisfied she moved down and slid her hot wet snatch over my dick. I was so turned on that was all it took to explode into her pussy. She again told me how worthless I was to satisfy a real woman and that now I would have to clean her up. She moved back up to my face again and planted her dripping wet cum filled pussy over my face and made me lick up all my cum from her twat. She even forced as much out of it onto my face and into my awaiting mouth as she could. I was in heaven at this point.
It was then that she decided that I needed to taste her ass. She turned around and put her asshole right on my face and made me lick her ass all over and push my tongue as far as I could get it up into her ass.
It was then that she pulled a huge strap-on dildo from her bag and said that I was going to be her total bitch. She had me get in a doggy style position and then rammed the strap-on up my ass and fucked me for what seemed like hours. The dildo was stimulating my prostate and it was not long before my little clit exploded again without even being touched. Mistress Melody made me clean up all the mess from the bed with my tongue.
Mistress Melody then asked me where she could get a real stud to fuck her the way she deserved and I led her to my computer, showed her Craig’s list and said she would have no trouble finding someone to come over and take care of her. She then informed me that I would be required to help out getting him hard and then clean her up when he finished cuming in her ass and pussy. I again hung my head in shame but my little dick was as hard as ever, betraying my actual excitement at the thought of what was to come. As far as I was concerned Mistress Melody could come over anytime she wanted.

As far back as I can remember, Maggie has always been a slut! I don’t mean that in a disparaging way, not at all. It’s just that she has always liked sex. As much of it as she can get! We’ve been married for over thirty years now, and still enjoy a wonderful love life, although perhaps not as frequently as we once did. I suppose time and gravity have taken their inevitable toll on both of us, but to me (and others that I know) Maggie remains a beautiful woman. Beautiful she may be now, but in her younger days she was a real fox!
We met in the late sixties when we were both in our late teens. It was a wonderful time in Britain; although we were all acutely aware of American guys our own age, and younger, fighting for their country in Vietnam.
The songs of Lennon and McCartney were heard from every radio, competing for chart positions with Elvis and The Stones. The guys wore their hair long, held back with bandana’s and the girls wore skirts so short you could see their panties every time they climbed into a car! Work was easy to find, and as teenagers, we basically flitted from job to job earning enough money to enjoy ourselves.
I remember the first time that Maggie and I “dated” like it was only yesterday. All my friends were part of a motorcycle gang. Not really the “Hells Angels” type of thing, although I’m sure some of us had aspirations in that direction, but more just a group of mates that liked to ride out into the country as often as possible and drive as fast as possible.
My best friend, Johnny and myself had both bought big Triumph bikes and treated them as if they were our children! We were always tinkering with the engines and trying to sound like we knew what we were doing.
It was a public holiday and John and I had both decided to ride from our home’s in London down to Brighton on the south coast. We were a little concerned because the others didn’t seem keen to go and there was bound to be trouble down there with the scooter riding “Mods”. But, completely undaunted by the thought of getting the shit kicked out of us, John and I set out for the coast.
We had not even left town when I spotted Maggie walking out of a shop. She looked stunning, her long blonde hair falling in curls almost to her waist. She wore a short, black leather skirt with fashionable knee length boots and a leather jacket. I just had to stop.
Johnny looked a little pissed off as I pulled over to the side of the road in front of Maggie, but he knew that I had had my eye on her for sometime and I think, secretly, he would have liked to get to know her better as well.
“Hi babe!” I called, in my best James Dean voice.
I had not had a whole lot of experience with the fairer sex and my “chat-up” lines were not good! She smiled sweetly back at me.
“Hello Bobby. Where are you off to then?”
“Me and Johnny are driving down to Brighton. Should be good, if we can keep out of trouble!”
Her smile was intoxicating and I could f