i like to suck her dick and she fuck me and tast her cum i like to suck her breast and fuck her , i love shemales :heart::heart:

Definitely a double foot job then put her heels on my cock and cum in the other shoe, then get her to luck the cum from the heels while I suck her cock,

I want to meet a “shemale bodybuilder” that forces me to dress up like a little girl, makes fun of my tiny micropenis, makes me suck her 12” cock, fucks me in front of all her friends and makes me her sex slave. :drool:

fantasy #2
 

The door is open. :innocent:

Dream Girl
 

Found out that gorgeous "dream girl" I posted about in the "Love Is..." thread works in the Registrar's office at our university. Friday afternoon I had to go check on a student that should have been enrolled in my class this fall. She is wearing the dress I saw her in earlier today and she is every bit as beautiful as I expected. She says "Can I help you?"

"Yes. I need to check on someone that's not on my roster."

She said "Sure. I'd be glad to look them up for you 'Dr. Andy.'"

"That would be great. How did you know my name?"

Smiling she says "Oh. I've heard a lot about you from some of the students."

"I hope it's all good!"

"It is..." she says with a "knowing" look. "Why don't you come back to my office?"

We look up the "missing" student and it turns out his advisor enrolled him in the wrong section. You move him over to mine.

"Thanks. By the way, what's your name?"

"Sarah. I just started this summer. I'm originally from Ohio. I don't know Indianapolis very well."

I'm not sure about doing this with a fellow employee. If you said 'No' I'd understand. But I can sense there is something between us. So...

"Sarah, if you don't have plans for tonight. Would you like to go out for a drink later?"

"Sure. I'd like that. I don't have too many friends yet. Maybe you can show me around. I'm almost done, let me get ready then we can go."

We walk over to my Hellcat, I open the door for you and climbing in you say "Your students told me you were a 'car guy.' This is really nice."

"Thanks. I'll try to stay under the speed limit" I say laughing.

"I trust you. They also told me you were a really nice guy and you were very active with LGBT causes."

"I don't make a big deal out of it but I sometimes feel like a 'big brother' to them. They don't often have anyone in their lives that they can talk to much less that cares about them."

"Where would you like to go?" I ask.

"How about the art museum? I think it's still open. Then maybe we can have dinner."

You tell me that your degree was in 'Art History' and not only is it fun seeing everything with you but I learn a lot too. The sun is setting as we tour the grounds and we go to look at the famous "LOVE" sculpture by Robert Indiana. You say "Do you see how the 'O' is tilted? That's supposed to represent an erection. There was a version of this that was supposed to say 'FUCK.' A lot of people don't know that. Imagine if THAT had been on all those Christmas cards!"

"That's a pretty cool story Sarah. I never realized that."

"You know it's getting late. We better go have dinner. Any place is fine with me!"

We head downtown and park at Circle Center so we can walk around a little. On a Friday night it's crowded so we just take our time. I show you most of the sights of downtown Indy (there aren't too many!) and we spend a lot of time just getting to know each other better. It turns out we have a lot in common and soon the talk is more like flirting. I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress and the story of how seeing you earlier made my boring business meeting bearable.

"Thanks. I know, I hate meetings too Andy."

"Let's try this place." I say. It's St. Elmo's one of the most expensive restaurants in Indy. But something tells me it's not out of the question for our first date. They have a dress code... YOU look fantastic and I still have my suit and tie on from earlier. So I guess we'll be ok.

We order a steak dinner (I have to warn you about the horseradish) and several drinks. We share a dessert and by the end of the evening we have opened up a lot about ourselves with each other. Walking back to the parking garage, we are both giggling and you say, "I don't know about you Andy, but there's no way I could drive."

At that time of night the place is almost empty. You have been hanging onto my arm all the way from St. Elmo's and when we get back to my car there is a brief pause. Looking up at me you say "I really had a nice evening with you Andy. Thanks for dinner and for showing me around."

"Sarah..." I don't finish because suddenly I realize I am kissing you. You kiss me back and throw your arms around my neck. I can feel your small cock getting hard under your dress. When we separate, you just look at me and smile.

"Why don't you come back to my place and we'll go get your car tomorrow?"

"That'll work..." you say giggling.

When we arrive at my house in Zionsville, you say "Wow. What do they pay you guys?" Then "Do you think we'll get in trouble?"

"No. Actually there have been several couples on the faculty that have met and gotten married and there are at least two openly gay and lesbian student couples at our school. It's no one's business and we just have to make sure we behave professionally while we're at school. It's not like a teacher and student dating."

"I don't care anyway Andy" you say as we kiss again. This time much longer than before. "So are you gonna invite me in or what?"

We make our way upstairs to my bedroom. You lay back on the bed and slip your dress over your head. Kissing your beautiful body all over I work my way down to your cock which is fully hard now. As I slip your panties off I can tell it is very small but I find it so cute! I can take all of you in my mouth and for the next several minutes I gently suck and tease you. I can tell how much you are enjoying this.

I can also tell you don't have a lot of experience but that doesn't matter. You seem like one of the nicest girls I've ever met. I'm not surprised when you say "You should know I'm a virgin Andy."

"That's OK Sarah. We don't have to do it if you aren't ready."

"But I want to Andy. I feel really comfortable with you. I'm a little scared because I'm afraid it might hurt."

"We'll take out time and use lots of this stuff." There's no hurry and we just spend time enjoying each other. I gently insert my fingers and using lots of lube massage your prostate. You really like this and after a while I ask you if you think you are ready.

"OK Andy. But be gentle."

"Don't worry sweetie, I will be."

You are very tight but once I'm inside you say "Oh God!" I ask you if everything's OK.

"Yeah it feels awesome."

Very slowly and gently I begin to fuck you. Your little cock is rock hard now and dripping pre cum. I stroke it as I begin to pick up the pace. You are much more relaxed now and really getting into it. You say "Fuck, Andy... that feels so amazing. Don't stop..."

We gradually build to a climax and our orgasms are intense. You say "Oh, Christ..." as you feel me shoot my load in you and your little cock spurts onto your tummy. I lick your cum off of you and then we both lie there holding each other. You rest your head on my chest and I gently stroke your hair.

"Wow Andy, I had no idea anything could feel like that. Thanks for a wonderful evening." then "Omigod! My car! Everyone will know I went home with you!"

"No problem Sarah. We'll go get it tomorrow morning. We'll take my truck instead of the Hellcat and I'll drop you off. You can always say you stayed with friends."

"Do you think we can make this work?"

"We already are, Sarah." You snuggle close to me and say "Yeah. I guess you're right, Andy."

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Busted!
 

AT 423 PM EDT...A CONFIRMED LARGE AND EXTREMELY DANGEROUS TORNADO WAS
LOCATED NEAR INDIANAPOLIS...MOVING EAST AT 20 MPH.
THIS IS A PARTICULARLY DANGEROUS SITUATION. TAKE COVER NOW!

Wednesday afternoon here in Indy was beautiful although a little muggy. There had been talk of possible severe weather but the sunny afternoon gave no hint of what would come later.

This semester I teach until 2:00 and then have office hours. Walking back across campus I call Sarah to see if she would like to meet up at Starbucks for coffee.

“Yeah. Sure. That sounds great. I’ve just got a couple of things to do and I think I can leave early.”

“OK. See you.”

It’s not uncommon for faculty and students to meet there so nobody really thinks anything about a Professor and an Associate Registrar having coffee together.

We talk about the other night and you say “I really had a wonderful time, Andy. I’m glad we met.”

“I am too Sarah. I was wondering if you were going to the game Saturday. Maybe we could go out after. The Business School is sponsoring a “tailgater” and I’ve got to be there for it.

“Sounds good. What would you like to do?”

“Anything’s OK with me. Maybe we could go to a movie?”

“OK. Hey, you know I’ve never seen your office Andy.”

“Well it’s kind of a mess. Remember the flooding last summer?”

“I heard about it. That was just before I came here.”

After we finish we walk across campus to the building that my office is in. Formerly a dorm, they have temporarily located us down in the basement while the new School of Business building is completed. I chose a corner room and my window faces West. I was telling Sarah the truth, my office really IS a mess!

“I like it Andy. I bet you have a lot of privacy.”

Since it’s been so hot you are wearing a very short skirt and sleeveless white blouse. When you sit down I can’t help but notice your tanned legs. You just smile and jokingly say “So is this where you ‘make out’ with all your students?”

“Sure, all the time. But I’ve never had a ‘Registrar’ in here before.”

“Too bad. They don’t know what they’re missing…”

Leaning over I kiss you and then kneeling on the floor in front of you I run my hands up your thighs and under your skirt.

“Dr. Andy! You know that behavior is totally unprofessional and unacceptable! Keep doing it…” you say giggling.

We kiss some more and I can feel your cock getting hard through your panties. I lift up your blouse and reach around and undo your bra. Your nipples are hard and I spend time licking and kissing them and also gently stroking your now very hard cock.

“I want you Sarah.”

“I want you Andy. But what if we get caught?”

“We won’t. No one ever comes down here at this time of day.”

Moving over to the desk, you position yourself facing the window (With the lights turned off and also the way my office is positioned, no one can see in. In fact no one ever even goes by there. There’s actually a “drain” outside so there’s no way anyone can see us. But the view out gives a great look at the sky.) With your legs up I pull your panties to one side and enter you and we fuck right there on the desk. It seems kind of “naughty” and very exciting. I can tell how turned on you are and things are going just fine until…

It’s easy to lose track of time but I would say counting the time we spent at Starbucks it’s probably around 4:00 or so. With the lights off there’s usually enough light from the window but for some reason it seems “darker” than usual. Then your eyes grow huge and you say “Ohmigod Andy!” At first I thought you were coming but I can tell you are looking outside. I turn around and the sky is totally black. Right then, the sirens go off.

“Don’t worry sweetie. Whatever it is we’re safe down here…” We continue fucking and we both have powerful orgasms--making a total mess all over my desk and floor. There is a knock at the door. “Campus Police. There’s been a tornado sighted and we are on lockdown.”

“Oh Shit!” you say while I quickly pull my pants up and you try to smooth out your skirt and pull your top back down. Fortunately, there’s a rag the workers from this summer left behind and you quickly wipe up our mess.

I open the door and he says “You’ll be OK in there. Just stay there until you hear the ‘all clear’. Thanks.”

“No problem Officer.”

Then we hear a noise from the hallway. It’s everyone from the rooms upstairs. There are now something like 100 students in the hallway outside my office!

“Sarah. I think he’s right, we better stay put.”

“That’s fine. I feel safer with you anyway. Do you think anyone suspects anything?”

“No. Not really. It’s a good thing we kept most of our clothes on.”

“I mean I actually could have a real reason to be over here. And I think everyone at least knows we’re ‘friends’…”

“It’s OK Sarah. I’m more worried about the tornado anyway. That looked nasty. I hope everyone’s OK.”

“Me too Andy. I just checked my phone there’s all kinds of warnings.”

After the “all clear” is sounded I walk you back across campus to your office. While we are leaving the building we run into two of my female students.

“Hi Dr. Andy!” they say giving us a “knowing” look and giggling.

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Kirsten Returns
 

After our last motorcycle outing, we were just hanging out at home watching TV the other night when Kirsten mentioned that it might be fun to play around with the TRX stuff at the gym again ("Second Date").

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well I was reading this story on-line about a beautiful young blonde Roman slave that was tied to an X-frame and made to come eight times through torture. I thought it was really hot and it got me to thinking about how many times you could make ME come Andy.”

“Eight’s a lot for anyone. I suppose if you could go for several days without coming and we had enough time, maybe. I’ve read that story too. My favorite parts are where they torment his nipples and also the part where they fuck his ass with the whip handle and then his cock with an ivory rod. But you might have to be tied up for a long time. Are you sure you are OK with that?”

“Yeah. I really had fun that weekend where you kept me tied up. The only thing I didn’t like was the fucking chastity device. I thought it would be awesome but it was just frustrating. I love it when you play with my cock, even when you don’t let me come. But that goddamn thing wouldn’t even let me get hard. That was why I sort of freaked out. It wasn’t your fault.”

“Well if I’m going to make you come anywhere near eight times then I’ll have to play with your cock a lot!” I laugh.

“That’s like the whole idea sweetie…” you say smiling at me.

“You know this is something we are really going to have to plan. Especially if we are gonna use the TRX stuff. I also want to make sure we are careful. I insist on some kind of ‘safeword’ this time Kirsten. Also are you sure you can remain stretched in an “X” position for that long?”

“You know I’m in great shape and with you looking after me I’m OK with it. Andy, you are the only person I’ve ever done any of this stuff with. I love you and totally trust you with my life.”

“I love you too Kirsten but what if we used our bed or built something in the basement? I’m really worried that someone will come in to the gym even if we do it over Labor Day weekend. And I hate to say it but we better start ‘abstaining’ soon.”

“That will be the hardest part Andy. Also in the story no one ever really fucks the slave. I want you to be able to fuck me. And suck my cock or give me a handjob. I was also thinking that we could even rub our cocks together.”

“You know in that story they used painful tortures on him although none left any permanent marks. I’m definitely NOT OK with hurting you under ANY circumstances Kirsten. So stuff like whips, knives, or needles, is out.

“I know that Andy. So we’ll have to change the rules a bit. You can tease me unmercifully. Spank me. Bite my nipples, torment my cock, massage my prostate, or whatever you feel comfortable with. I love being with you and I am so turned on when you tie me up that alone ought to be good for four or five orgasms right there! Also I thought the ‘Ivory Rod’ thing was hot. I’ve always wondered if it was possible to cum from having your cock fucked like that. I’d love to have you use sounds on me if you want. And unlike in the story, you and I can kiss and make out and talk dirty to each other.”

“Kirsten, why don’t we use my weight rack in the basement. It’s wide enough to stretch you pretty good. That way we will have all the time we need and no worries of getting caught.”

“Good idea. I want it really warm down there too. The hotter the better. This is supposed to be ‘torture’ so I don’t want you to show me any mercy.”

“That’s why we need a ‘safeword’ this time and if either one of us thinks the slightest thing is not right we stop immediately.

“OK Andy. I’m SO looking forward to this!”

“Well we better start our ‘abstinence’ think you can handle it?”

“No” you giggle. I actually want to fuck you right now Andy. I’m getting so hot just thinking about this!”

“Well it is still several days away… so I guess…” without hesitating you kiss me and right away we are all over each other. It is raw and aggressive sex. Maybe the roughest we’ve ever had. You are 6’ tall and maybe 175 with a slender yet muscular body and extremely powerful thighs. I am just over 6’4” weigh 261 with a football player’s build and very little bodyfat. Our cocks are about the same size—yours actually might be a little bigger. We make quite a pair. I love you Kirsten. You are the sweetest, kindest, most loving person I know. But if a stranger were to walk-in on us right now he or she might think we were trying to kill each other. I bet they'd never guess that only a few weeks ago I asked you to marry me and you said 'yes.' Finally you end up on top of me pinning me with your thighs and ride me “cowgirl style” then using my strength I flip you over on your back and fuck you hard until we both cum. We don’t even say anything to each other. But if the neighbors could hear all the noise I’m sure the entire Zionsville PD would be called out. Afterward you say “Jesus God… that was SO fucking incredible. I can’t wait until this weekend!”

To be continued…

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Dumped
 

Continued from above…

Kirsten said “I love you Andy but your 9” cock is just too small. I need a real cock inside me… Goodbye!” With that, she left me tied up in the basement and took off with my Harley. :lol: :innocent:

Kirsten Returns (Part 2)
 

Continued from "Kirsten Returns" above...

“Hi Andy.” you say as greet me at the door when I come home Friday afternoon. “God I’m so excited!” Of course you are totally naked. You throw your arms around me and we kiss for what seems like forever. I’m not sure if the neighbors saw us but I’m pretty sure they’re used to the crazy couple with the motorcycle that lives next door by now.

After taking a shower you come out of the bathroom barefoot and naked except for the diamond engagement ring I gave you. I can’t believe how beautiful you are and it’s obvious you’ve been working on your tan during your days off. You have spread a very light layer of oil all over your gorgeous body. Of course the few days of “abstinence” have made us both so hot we have large erections already. The “fantasy” session that we have planned for this weekend is loosely based on the Roman “slave” story we both liked and the idea is to see how many times you can come.

You walk over to me and say “I'm all yours tonight, Andy. I mean it—you can do anything you want to me.” You hold out your arms and I tie your wrists in front of you using very soft rope designed especially for bondage. You put your arms, tied at the wrists, over me and hold me close to you as we kiss. Kneeling in front of you I begin to suck your beautiful cock. You just moan and say “Oh God! That feels so fucking good! Whatever you do Andy, don’t stop!” I work on you very slowly but since you have gone without sex for several days, I can feel you quickly build to orgasm literally in a manner of seconds and then you cum all over me. I think it’s the most cum I’ve ever seen! Your orgasm was so intense you have to steady yourself then kneel down as we hold each other tightly. “That was ONE…” you say laughing.

“Kirsten, are you sure you really want to go through with the rest of this?”

“Yeah, Andy. There’s a lot more where that came from. You wanna go downstairs now?”

Leading you down to the basement, you stand with your back up against the weight rack. Untying your wrists, I attach both of your arms to the supports then spread your legs very far apart until you are stretched tightly in an “X” pattern. Making sure you are comfortable since you are going to be there for a while, I check all your bindings so nothing hurts or is too tight. You look so sexy tied like that and I can tell that you are totally into it. Your body is unbelievable and soon I am going to have to cum as well.

Walking over to you I look right into your beautiful blue eyes. You smile at me and say “I really did mean ‘anything’ Andy. I totally trust you baby.” We share a very long kiss and I can feel you starting to get hard again. Our cocks touch and reaching down I gently stroke both of them. You just lay your head back and moan. The first time we played around with the TRX stuff at the gym I learned how sensitive your nipples are so I begin teasing them. Very gently. Touching, rubbing, and kissing them. Occasionally biting them. You strain against your bonds but I have tied you so tightly it does no good. “This really is like torture” you say as you lie back against the frame and moan. Over the last few minutes, your cock has become very hard once again. Noticing this, I alternate between stroking your cock and continuing the nipple torture until your cock begins to spurt cum. Your body tenses as you scream then go completely limp in your bonds. You look up at me and say “Oh God Andy that was awesome.”

It’s very hot in the basement and we are both drenched in sweat. Your long blonde hair is stuck to your face. I gently brush it away and kiss you. Time for a break. I prepared an electrolyte solution beforehand and we share a drink. You gulp yours down as I hold it up for you. “Shit. I had no idea how intense this would be. I really feel like I’m your ‘slave.’”

“You know Kirsten if it’s too much we can stop anytime.” “No Andy. I love it! This feels so awesome. It totally blows away anything we’ve done before. I’m fine baby. I know you’d never hurt me. It just feels so fucking good!”

We kiss again and I caress you and stroke your hair. “I love you” I say. “I love you too, Andy.”

You relax against the frame for several minutes saying “That was TWO… I think it’s going to be a while before I’m ‘ready’ again.” “That’s OK. We have all night Kirsten.” “What are you going to do to me next?” you say breathlessly.

“I’m still thinking about it. You know I really need to come too...”

“Fuck me then Andy. I want to feel you inside me. God, I don’t know how they ever got to ‘eight’…”

“Kirsten, that was just a story… this is real. I hope you aren’t worried about reaching 8 orgasms?”

“You’re right Andy. Having you fuck me and making me come again and again is amazing. This isn’t like anything I’ve ever experienced. I love it and I love you.”

It’s been almost an hour. I can tell you have “recovered” and are starting to get hard again. You laugh and say “It’s time for number three!”

We kiss for a long time, then I walk around behind you. I run my hands over your body from your breasts all the way down your legs. The tight bondage makes all the muscles in your body stand out and the oil and sweat only serve to emphasize your amazing physique. God I’m getting so hot just looking at you. I want to fuck you so bad I can’t stand it. You are beginning to get hard again. For about 15 minutes I keep this up while lightly stroking your cock. Entering you from behind, I slowly fuck you as I keep playing with your now very hard cock.

After about five minutes I can feel my own orgasm building past the point of no return. I stroke your cock faster and faster and I can tell you are getting close too. It is difficult to precisely describe an orgasm. Some compare it to the earth moving. Others describe a “white light.” It has in fact been called the “little death.” Ours is all of the above. My cum runs down your legs and onto the floor. I don’t think I’ve cum like that since I was 18. LOL You shoot your load halfway across the basement, it’s less than before but still quite a bit. You go limp in your bonds once again and I collapse to my knees. I hold you tightly as I lay my head against your ass. We are both breathing very hard. I feel so close to you Kirsten. It’s like we are the only two people in the world.

Recovering, I get up and check your bonds. I ask you if you’re still OK. “Fuck yes. That was maybe the most incredible orgasm we’ve ever had, Andy. I actually ‘blacked out’ for a second. I felt kind of like I was outside my body. Wow!” I make sure your wrists and feet still have feeling and that you are not in any pain. We had agreed this time on a ‘safeword’ but you haven’t used it yet.

“Well, what’s up next?” “Are you sure you could do this again?” “Yeah, Andy. I don’t know about ‘eight times’ though” you giggle.

“You know Kirsten, I think about us all the time. You are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. I’ll never forget the first time I saw you that night at the gym.” “I feel the same way about you Andy. I’ll be 30 later this month. I never had a ‘real’ boyfriend. You are the first guy I’ve ever been with. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wished I had known you in college. That motorcycle trip back to our university meant more to me than you realize.”

“Well, I wasn’t going to tell you what I got you for your birthday but you may as well know. I signed you up for the ABATE program so you can get your motorcycle license. Then I’m taking you to look at Harleys. The rest is going to be a surprise...”

“That’s so sweet! I really do want to learn to ride. I think it would be awesome to have you sit behind me with your arms around me and feel your cock pressed against me. Maybe we could go out for a nighttime ride naked and you could fuck me?”

“Kirsten, I don’t want you to have a wreck your first time out!” “No. I promise I’ll be careful. You taught me well, Andy. So, since I’m still tied up what ‘torture’ do you have planned for me next?” you say giggling.

“Just something you told me you wanted to try, baby.” I kneel down before you and gently take you into my mouth. Then taking a rubber cock and using a lot of lube, gently massage your prostate. So basically you are being sucked and fucked. You begin to get hard again. “God Andy, that feels so amazing!”

Taking out a surgical steel sound I kiss you and say, “Hope you like this sweetie…” Gently inserting the sound into your fully erect cock, slowly I work it all the way in, then gradually pull it out, fucking your cock. Soon you are pulling at your restraints, moaning, and moving your hips as if you are fucking the sound back. Your eyes are closed and your breathing becomes heavy. After a few minutes your body goes taught and you ejaculate for the fourth time.

“God Andy, that was something else. I just want you to hold me. You know I would die for you baby?”

“I would give my life for you too Kirsten.”

“I think we have an amazing future together Andy.” Then “I’m sorry but I don’t think I can make it to eight.”

“That’s OK let’s go upstairs.” We can watch TV and just hang out and cuddle in bed. I’ll make you breakfast.”

“I’d like that Andy. This was the most awesome experience I’ve ever had. I just want to spend the rest of the evening snuggling with you. I feel SO relaxed.”

Untying you I carry you up the stairs then up to our bedroom where we take a shower together. As you lie face down on the bed I give you a full body massage. About halfway through you turn over and smiling say “One more time baby…” Lying on your back you pull your legs way up so I can penetrate you very deeply. As we fuck I can tell you are getting close again. Soon after, you say “Oh God…” your body tenses, and you cum for the fifth time this evening. Afterward we just lay there holding each other. You hold me so tightly and laughing say “Andy, we are definitely sleeping in tomorrow morning!”

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I'll Never Leave You
 

Kirsten and I recently had had a “falling out” over something stupid (it always is) and she decided to move back to her apartment for a while. She left all of her stuff behind and never talked about breaking our engagement however, she just said that she needed some time alone. I know she’s been through a lot in her life and so I left her alone to work things out making sure she knew I would always be there for her. I love her more than I have anybody—ever. And I’m hoping that she will feel she can share with me whatever it is that’s bothering her.

Last night there was a knock at the door. It had been raining very hard the last few days and standing there soaking wet was Kirsten. She looked so sad as she looks up at me with those blue eyes and says “I’m so sorry Andy. I love you so much. You mean everything to me. I just needed to think things through on my own. I hope you understand…”

Not saying anything, I just pulled her close and we hugged each other tightly. The two of us stood there getting rained on. But it didn’t matter. She’s back and everything is right with the world again. We kiss, then I say “Better get you out of those clothes. Come on in sweetie. I’ll get you some towels and a warm blanket.”

Making you some coffee I put a little Scotch in it. You sit on the couch and say “Thanks Andy. I feel a lot better now.” “You want to watch a movie or something?” “Yeah I’d like that, maybe we can just talk. You didn’t do anything wrong baby. I just got scared and needed time to get my own head together. You are so good to me. I’ve never had anyone that cared that much about me. I’ve told you before about how my own family treated me. Especially my Dad. I was always made to feel like there was something ‘wrong’ with me unless I acted like I was a ‘guy.’ You could have just about any woman you wanted… Are you sure you want to spend the rest of your life with someone like me?”

“Kirsten, you of all people should know how I feel about stuff like that. You are the person I’ve fallen in love with. Because you are beautiful, intelligent, kind, loving, caring, and we have so much in common, and yeah, our sex life is awesome. The last few months we’ve been together have been the happiest time of my life. I’m not sure what I’d do if I ever lost you.”

“I feel the same way about you Andy. I realized how much I missed being with you all the time. I have been on my own for so long sometimes I don’t know what to think. Since we met it’s been almost like a dream. You make me feel so wonderful. Sometimes I can’t believe it’s true. There are people in our society who hate me just for who I am. Look at the public reaction to the ‘bathroom thing’ this summer.

“The people that ‘hate’ like that are ignorant, insecure and deeply disturbed Kirsten. Many are afraid of what they don’t understand. Others are just fucking creeps. And I know for a fact there are far more people who accept you just the way you are and our numbers are increasing. Besides, you and I and our friends and family are all that matters. More importantly, the love we feel for each other is really the only thing that matters.”

You are crying and I’ve never seen you like this before. “God Andy, I feel like I almost totally fucked up our relationship. Did you and your friend Stephanie have to put up with this shit? How did you guys deal with it?”

“Well we were mostly just kids back then and lucky for us both our families were very supportive. To many people we were just two kids hanging out. But yes we encountered the same kind of hate. Especially when we were older and obviously a couple. We just realized that our love for each other was more important and the ‘haters’ weren’t going to win. We also had the love and support of our families and friends."

"I remember one night when we camped out in her parents back yard. It was the first time I ever felt that close to another person. We shared secrets and talked about all kinds of stuff. I still knew her as ‘Stephen’ then but even though, at the time, I had no idea what ‘transgender’ was, I knew she wasn’t like other boys. We were only like 11 and 12 and we were in separate sleeping bags so nothing happened but before we went to sleep she looked over and said 'I love you Andy' and I said 'I love you Stephen.' There was also the time we went to the mall and walked around holding hands. No one cared. They probably thought she was my little sister anyway.”

“Wow. That’s awesome. Why did you break up?”

“Mostly because of my continuing to play football in college. I really expected to play in the NFL. She hated all of it. She didn’t like watching football on TV and would get upset whenever a player would get injured. Our first ‘fight’ was after one of the Lions was taken off the field on a stretcher. She said ‘one day that could be you.’ You know enough about my career that you know I was an “All-State” and “All-American” but I also suffered several severe injuries. You actually played football in high-school yourself so you understand what can happen out there.”

“Yeah, Andy. I was always scared. Me! Can you believe that? I’ve never told you that before. I remember the first night we met I told you I played football mostly for my family.” Then laughing, “I’m glad I never had to play against you Andy. I watched one of your ‘highlight’ videos. Plus I know how strong you are. I’m a big girl and the other night you carried me up the stairs from the basement to our bedroom like I was nothing.” “Well Kirsten you wouldn’t have had to worry if we had ever been on opposite teams. I would have asked you out during the game. I wonder what the coaches would have thought about two of their players fucking behind the bleachers?”

“You’re so silly! Um… Actually I would have liked that. But seriously I have noticed some of your scars especially at night when we lay together in bed. I’ve always wondered about that. So she never got used to it?”

“No. Never. There was one time I was knocked out making a tackle. At first they thought I might have broken my neck. Stephanie rode with me in the ambulance and wouldn’t leave my side. She slept in the chair in the hospital room. She was the first person I saw when I woke up. Her eyes were red from crying. That was during our Senior year of high-school. She asked me to give it up. Of course I didn’t. When my Dad was transferred to Indianapolis after graduation we gradually drifted apart.”

“But then you quit playing and decided to go on for your Doctorate. What did she think about that?”

“She was happy for me but by then, too much time had passed, and we had already gone our separate ways.”

“You know Andy, when we get married, every day you are going to have to put up with a 6’ tall blonde ‘tranny’ that is crazy in love with you and wants to fuck your brains out. Think you can handle that for say, the next 50 years?”

Laughing I say “Of course.” Then more seriously “Except that you are no ‘tranny’ Kirsten. You are a beautiful woman, my best friend, my lover, and my soulmate. Don’t EVER forget that!”

Then we kiss for a very long time. Unlike many of our lovemaking sessions which tend to be on the wild side, this one is surprisingly very gentle. I stroke and suck your cock and then lay back on the couch with you on top and you ride me, setting the pace, until we both cum. Laying on top of me, you look at me and smile. Touching my face, you say “I’ll never leave you Andy.”

Copyright © 2016 AMS

To be honest it's more of my dream wedding not a fantasy if that makes sense
 

My dream wedding is that i found myself a virgin shemale and that she waits till marriage like me since I'm a virgin,I'm saving my virginity til marriage & i expect her to do the same and on our wedding night well you'll get what i mean so i don't need to feel in the blanks do i i properly will not/never find a virgin shemale anyway more likely she'll be a none-virgin & i doubt she'll like a guy with a small penis like me anyway.

Since I'm cursed that i have a small penis sorry for that repeat and those of you who have the same curse as me then you'll understand what i mean and understand my concerns like i said this is not really my shemale fantasy it's more of my dream wedding with a shemale if i did end up finding a a virgin shemale that she waist till marriage like me :).

Kirsten Rides Again
 

The following is based on events in The Open Cybersex Roleplay Thread as well as my earlier Kirsten stories:

As soon as Kirsten and I got home we started talking about Shawn’s party.

“That was really like totally rude for us to leave like that. Let’s go back!” she says.

“I agree. But you will have to drive baby, I still have too much of a buzz.”

“OK. I’m going to change into something more comfortable. We’ll take my bike and you can sit behind me. Yeah, and there’s something else I want to do…”

When you come downstairs, you are wearing your motorcycle boots, short leather jacket and the sexiest black panties that do little to hide anything. You smile at me and head out to the garage. I think I know what you have in mind…

Hearing your Harley firing up, I go to check on you and you say “Omigod! You wouldn’t believe the texts I’ve been getting about Shawn, ila, and Red! It sounds so sexy!” Climbing on I say “don’t forget your helmet.”

“Fuck my helmet! Just once Andy, I want to do it with you on the bike. You know I’m a careful rider. You taught me everything. Don’t worry, I’m not gonna have an accident.” My better judgment says we shouldn’t be doing this but you look SO fucking hot and the idea of sex with you while we’re riding is just too much to resist. Plus I haven’t come since two nights ago…

“Where are we going?” I ask.

“Back to Shawn’s but I thought we’d take the long way.”

Skillfully you merge onto the Interstate and head North. It’s the middle of the night so there is little traffic. It has been unseasonably warm here lately with temperatures in the 80’s (F). At 3 am it’s still in the mid 70’s and there’s a half-moon. You look back at me and we kiss then you turn your attention back to the road.

Carefully I reach inside your jacket and feel your breasts. Your nipples are hard and you moan and lean back slightly and rub your ass against my now rock hard cock. I’m so turned on but at the same time amazed that you can maintain expert control of the motorcycle under the circumstances. Gradually I run my hands all the way down your body to your thighs.

Lightly I start to stroke your cock through your panties. You look back at me and smile but shake your head “no.” The look in your eyes is saying “I’d love that Andy, but you’ve got to be fucking kidding. You want me to lose control of this thing and hit a tree?” so I stop.

You slow down, stand up slightly, and scoot back a little. I move forward so that I’m under you. Pulling your panties to one side with your left hand, you gradually work your ass down onto my cock. Unlike the time we made out on my motorcycle in the garage ("A Ride on my Harley") this is potentially dangerous and it’s important that you control all the action.

As you pay attention to the highway, I hold onto you and we fuck each other, very slowly at first and totally “in synch” and it isn’t long before we cum. God it feels so good! Having gone that long without an orgasm, I ejaculate deep inside you and it feels like it won’t stop. My cum runs down the back of your thighs and also the seat and I almost lose my grip. Fortunately, you grab my arm and keep me from falling off.

How we did all that without getting killed I’ll never know. You are thinking the same thing. We both start laughing. You turn around and kiss me. I hold you tightly around the waist and lay my head on your shoulder. The wind blows your beautiful long blonde hair in my face. Over the loudness of the Harley I can hear you yelling “That was awesome baby! I love you!” Pulling over at a rest stop, we get cleaned up and change clothes. Then we head back to Shawn’s party.

Copyright © 2016 AMS

I enjoy foot fetish:)

Happy Halloween!
 

“Well what do you want to do this weekend?” Kirsten asks me after waking up this morning.

“You know we haven’t decided what we want to go as to tonight’s Halloween party yet. What did you have in mind?” I ask.

“I kinda liked your idea of the ‘Bondage Priest’ and the Dominatrix” she says giggling. “The problem is we need an orange jump suit and priest collar for you.”

“Well there’s that adult costume store at the mall maybe they have something. It might be hard to find one my size…” “But you could always go handcuffed and naked, Andy. I’d like that…”

Continuing you add “You know I had also thought about me going as a beautiful captured spy and you as my interrogator. But the more I thought about it the more it sounded like something we’d have fun doing at home if you know what I mean.”

Getting hard at the idea of you as my 6’ tall, blonde, gorgeous ‘prisoner’ I say “Yeah, how do you think it will play out?”

“Well, I can already see you like the idea Andy. Um… why don’t we do it this afternoon?”

“OK. Let’s go get the priest stuff and then when we get back home, you are my sexy spy.”

“I’ve already thought about what I want to wear for you, Andy. You’ll love it! God, I’m so excited!”

The trip to the mall proved a waste of time. The only costume they had was a striped prisoner’s uniform. Thinking about it we decided that maybe orange coveralls for hunting might work and be large enough for me to wear. We finally found some and head back home.

“Let me get ready, Andy. You are my evil ‘interrogator’ so I’ll leave that part up to you…”

Collecting several items from our collection, including lots of soft bondage rope, I decide that for this session you will be tied to one of our dining room chairs with your legs spread very far apart. Your ‘torture’ will consist of endless cock and nipple torment and like all of our sessions, end with us fucking each other senseless. Of course you will have agree to give me the ‘secret formula’ first…

When you come back downstairs, you are dressed in kind of a 1940’s style blouse and slit skirt except that yours is SO short! You are wearing high heels and black nylon stockings with a garter belt. Just looking at you I’m wondering who exactly is ‘torturing’ who. I want to fuck you so badly Kirsten. I can tell you are turned on as well as your skirt does little to hide your erection.

Trying my best to sound like an “evil nazi,” I say “So ze beautiful American spy knows what the secret formula to winning the war iss? Ve know you are an expert in chemistry and are prepared to use ze most diabolical methods to make you talk!”

This does not have the intended effect. Laughing hysterically at my very bad impression you say “Ohmigod! That’s so funny! You sound like Colonel Klink from ‘Hogan’s Heroes’ I’m sorry Andy, I can’t help it.” Then we both start laughing.

When we finally stop I say “Well once you have seen what we plan to do to you. You will have no choice but to reveal the secret formula. Or else suffer the consequences…”

“I’ll never tell you! You can do anything to me. I’ll never talk!”

“Then have a seat my lovely” I say motioning to the chair. “I’m sure you will be quite comfortable.”

Tying you very tightly to the chair I take my time feeling your breasts and lightly brushing your cock under your skirt. You look so sexy with your long legs spread far apart and your breasts thrust out. You clearly are enjoying this. Once again I ask you what the “secret formula” is. Fighting against your bonds you say “Fuck you! I’ll never tell you. Never!”

“OK then have it your way, my proud beauty…” Holding your cock and balls I take some more soft rope and pulling down your panties wrap the rope snugly around each of your balls and then around the base of your cock which has become very hard. Finally, I wrap some just behind the head and tie it to the chair. Running my fingers lightly around the head and up the shaft I say “I think my beautiful prisoner likes this. Ask me if I love my work…” I say laughing. You start giggling and say “So much for ‘torturing’ me what are you gonna do? Pleasure me to death?”

I can see your nipples growing hard underneath your blouse and slowly unbutton it revealing your beautiful breasts. They are so sensitive and I start lightly massaging them. You squirm and start moaning and I can see your bound cock straining and dripping precum. “Kiss me and I’ll tell you everything” you say. We share a long open mouthed kiss and you run your tongue all over the inside of my mouth and practically down my throat. When we separate, smiling at me, you say “God that was awesome… but I’m not telling you anything baby, guess you will have to do better than that…”

So I go back to playing with your nipples. I learned early in our relationship that this drives you wild (“Second Date”) and I’ve often wondered if you could come just from that. But today I have something else in mind for us… So much for the “torture” session I guess… Laughing you say “I’m glad you are so good with computers Andy, you’d never make it as a evil nazi but I’m loving everything you are doing to me, God I am SO fucking hot for you right now baby.”

Taking a break from your nipples, I focus my attention on your bound cock and balls. Gently I take your balls and carefully give them a very light squeeze. You moan and throw your head back. “Christ, baby…” you say. “That didn’t hurt did it?” “Fuck no. If this is supposed to be ‘torture’ you can fucking kill me if you want!” you say laughing. Running my fingers up and down the shaft of your cock while also teasing the head with my mouth and tongue, I briefly run the tip of my tongue into your pee hole. You jerk against your bonds and say “Oh fuck!” I continue licking the slit and with your cock tied so securely you can’t pull away. If anything, your cock has gotten even harder and your body strains against the ropes as you try to fuck my mouth. I can tell you need to come. “Shit, I’ll tell you everything, I promise. Just please let me come. Oh God I don’t think I can stand it any longer!”

We are always careful when we do these “scenes” and I am especially attentive today. Gently I continue to stroke your cock, ever so slowly. You don’t ask me to stop and it seems like you are OK. “I will not let you come until you agree to tell me everything. I know you have been trained by the CIA to endure the most fiendish torture. So we will keep this up until you cooperate fully.”

After a while I realize you may be at the “breaking point.” You are covered in sweat and your blonde hair is stuck to your face. There is a stream of precum flowing from your cock. I say softly “now will you tell me everything?” “Yes. Just let me come.”

Kneeling in front of you, I rub the heads of our cocks together. All you can do is moan. Weakly, you say “Don’t stop baby...” Gently I take your bound cock and place mine under it. Starting slowly, I begin to jack us both off. Your breathing becomes steady and you lay back and close your eyes. As I feel us getting closer to orgasm I continue using slow steady strokes. You thrust your hips as best you can and then together we both shoot our loads on each other. Your body strains so hard against the ropes I’m sure you’re going to break the chair. Every muscle in my body tenses then as the wave of pleasure hits I feel like I’m going to blackout. You collapse back against the chair and as you look up at me you say “I love you Andy.” “I love you too Kirsten.”

After untying you, you say “Hey we better get ready for the party! Don’t forget you are my ‘bondage priest’ tonight. I’ve never given a priest a blow job before, especially one in handcuffs. I’m SO looking forward to it” you giggle.

This turned out to be the most awesome Halloween ever!

Copyright © 2016 AMS

Who is Kirsten?
 

God knows I've written enough stories about her so I thought I'd tell you a little about who she is...

Name: Kirsten Williams.
Born: Carmel, Indiana, September 21, 1986.
Gender: Female
Height: 6’0”
Weight: 150-160
Hair: Long, blonde.
Eyes: Blue.
Cock: Large.
Body type: Tall and athletic.
College Attended: Purdue University. Degree: BS Chemistry. GPA 4.0.
Interests: Art, music, travel, working out, sports, technology, motorcycles.

Before she transitioned, Kirsten tried very hard to live up to her family’s expectations. They thought that her “wanting to be a girl” (as they put it) was just a “phase.” Her dad was especially critical of her, even saying he was “ashamed that his son was a turning into a ‘sissy’.” Their relationship years later is very strained. Her parents never understood nor were they supportive although they were proud of her achievements in school and athletics. As a ‘guy’ she participated in sports like football, basketball, and track, and even dated girls in high school. It wasn’t until she went away to college that she felt she could finally be herself. She excelled academically. She also had the opportunity to make new friends and found acceptance and support. However she always wished she “had a boyfriend.” She is a super sweet, beautiful, loving, caring, and extremely intelligent young woman. Her entire career has been at Eli Lilly where she runs a research lab. She is engaged to Andy who is seven years older and also a graduate of Purdue where he majored in Industrial Management and was a member of the Big-10 championship team that played in the 2001 Rose Bowl. Currently they live in Zionsville, Indiana. They enjoy riding their matching Harleys, getting together with friends, working out, and just spending time at home often snuggled up on the couch watching old movies. They are both very active in the Indianapolis LGBT community.

Bondage Chair
 

The following is from a review posted on Amazon...

"I was so excited to receive my Inflatable Bondage Chair. I knew that it was going to be a great day for me when I arrived home to find not only the chair but the executioner's hood, studded jockstrap and nipple clamps.

This chair is perfect for the bondage practitioner that is always on the go. Sometimes it is just not feasible, when you meet a willing master or slave to get them to come back to your dungeon. I like that this chair folds up to a manageable size that I can place in the trunk of my car and still have room to comfortably fit my weekly groceries. You never know if you the urge to engage in bondage at work, on a Sunday picnic or a Saturday night at the club will strike you. This portable inflatable chair really is the answer.

There are many pros to this chair.

1. Size
2. Restraints
The Velcro restraints for the hands and feet hold me firmly in place no matter how much or how hard I was punished.
3. Easy to clean
I keep a container of disinfectant wipes nearby and it cleans up with ease.

The Cons:

1. No pump.
This is a good size chair that anyone would be proud to display as everyday use inflatable furniture. That being said, I had to do a lot of blowing to inflate this chair before I could engage in any BDSM.
2. Maximum Weight
The max weight is 300lbs. Being a larger man myself I going to have to keep my dominatrix to a very respectable weight level. If I wanted a Rubenesque woman to punish me I very well could break this fine chair.
3. Craftsmanship
I was highly disappointed in the quality of the material. As I was getting worked over with a cat o nine tails I thrashed from side to side in all my glory. However I was wearing you studded jockstrap during this. Call me a demanding consumer but I think the material should be able to withstand a little stud. I punctured the chair. I didn't think it would deflate so rapidly. Adding the combination of the whip beating that I was taking, the chair tipped over and I hit my head on the wall in the alley I was using this portable chair in. I was rushed to the head bleeding. It was quite embarrassing to go to the hospital wearing nothing but your studded jockstrap, the Fetish Fantasy Series Ball gag that I had purchased a few months ago and a nasty head gash. Fortunately, the chair has a soft head rest and I only sustained a minor concussion. I was cleared to participate in BDSM activities after only a couple of weeks."

Don't think I will be ordering this chair anytime soon... although maybe I could sit in it to watch the Colts play on Sunday--that would be punishment enough... :( :lol:

A New Purchase?
 

Kirsten had been looking over my shoulder while I was reading the reviews about the inflatable bondage chair. “What the fuck is that?” she said laughing. “That thing wouldn’t hold anyone.”

Massaging my neck and back, she whispers in my ear “You know, why don’t you look up some REAL bondage chairs? I think we might be able to put one to good use…”

Doing a search, I find some examples. They range from simple to very elaborate with many straps and belts to hold the occupant totally immobile. A few even had head and neck restraints. Many of the pictures showed their occupants wearing rubber suits and gas masks. “Ewwww… I don’t like that. You know I love it when you kiss me and we can make out and talk dirty and stuff like that. I dunno, a rubber suit? Doesn’t work for me Andy.”

“Oooooo… I like that one” she says pointing to a chair that had a pretty model tightly bound with thick black leather straps across her body, legs, and arms. Her breasts were exposed and her legs were spread allowing complete access to her pussy. “Yesss… I’m imagining myself strapped in with you tormenting me for hours. God, baby, I’m getting hot just thinking about it.”

“You know none of these would allow us to fuck Kirsten. We’d have to figure out something else if you wanted to get off together.”

“Well that time I was your ‘captured spy’ you were able to rub our cocks together and we both came. That was awesome. We might have to do something like that… also I see that some of these chairs have a split seat. You know we could make it work.”

“Yeah. We could baby. I hate the ‘rubber suit’ and mask as well. You are so beautiful Kirsten I wouldn’t want to cover you up. I think some people might be turned on by the ‘isolation’ of it. That definitely wouldn’t work for us but some of those chairs might.”

“Awww… that’s so sweet, Andy” you say climbing up unto my computer desk. Giggling you say “Know what I’m thinking?”

“Ummm… I have no idea” I say laughing. Sitting on my desk with your legs spread far apart and your cock in my face it’s kind of hard not to know. I can see you are already dripping pre cum so I begin by licking it off. It tastes great. You shove the monitor and keyboard off to one side and lean back holding onto the sides of the desk. Slowly I work on the head then begin licking up and down the shaft. You moan and thrust your hips. Gradually I take your cock all the way into my mouth as you grab my head in your hands. I hold onto you while you lean back against the wall. “Christ, Andy, you are so good at this. It’s like torture. Ooooooo… Fuck… God… Shit that feels so fucking good… Don’t stop baby.”

Your orgasm is powerful and while I’m able to swallow most of your cum some of it gets on the floor and desk. You lean forward still holding my head in your hands. I rest my head on the desk. Kissing me on top of my head you say “I love you Andy. But don’t clean it up yet baby. We’re not done…”

Sitting up, you lay back against the wall and bring your legs up bracing your feet on the front of the desk. It is the perfect height. Gently I enter you and begin to fuck you hard. With the wall behind you for support, I can take long and deep strokes. You thrust back with your hips and it doesn’t take much time before I cum. You were right about not cleaning up just yet. Still inside you, we look into each other’s eyes. Smiling you say “That was wonderful, Andy. Wanna go again?” “You think you can come again so soon Kirsten?” “Yeah, I think so baby. Keep going if you want…”

Still hard, I continue fucking you. “Let me set the pace, sweetie…” you say. So as you grip the edges of the desk tightly, I pull your ass closer to me and let you fuck me for a long time. You don’t say anything or make much noise. Your eyes are closed as your breathing becomes slow and steady and I can feel your muscles getting tense. I can tell you are about to come when suddenly you let out a loud scream and say “Fuck yesss… God… Oh shit!” then your body goes completely limp as you wrap your arms around me. Your heart is beating rapidly and I can tell you are completely spent. “Just hold me baby. God, Andy I love you so much.” “I love you too. You mean everything to me Kirsten.”

After we get cleaned up, I ask what you’d like to do the rest of the day. “Let’s go order that one chair I liked. Think we can get it by tomorrow?”

Copyright © 2016 AMS

The following is taken from a site involving fantasies. I tried to edit out the really gross ones like shit and incest:

• A group of guys in a locker room.
• A mistress and her bull come to my house and I am forced to service him, in preparation for him to have sex with my wife.
• A she-male fucking me in the ass.
• Bareback anonymous outdoor gang-bang. I am the bottom.
• Barebacking in water.
• Be fucked well wearing another mans jockstrap and not being allowed to cum.
• Being bukkaked, only if they were all hot.
• Being forcibly feminized and female-dominated. Used as a slut.
• Being fucked by force.
• Being left in a tub and be pissed/cummed on by a bunch of guys over a long period.
• Being the bottom in a bukkake orgy.
• Being tied down by a group of women, stripped & forced to have sex against my will w/ a dozen beautiful vixens.
• Being tied up and forced to be used by man after man.
• Bisexual threesome.
• Bondage + anal.
• Castrato/m. eunuch.
• Centre of gangbang.
• Coming in two women’s mouths at the same time.
• Cosplay sex/ sex with woman in costume.
• Cross dress, tied, spanked.
• Desire to fuck a redneck homophobic best friend who keeps making gay putdowns.
• Do it with someone sitting next to you on a plane (at night).
• Domination and degradation.
• Eyes Wide Shut party.
• Fucked senseless during an orgy.
• Fucking a nun in church during services.
• Fucking my mistress in front of her husband.
• Get sucked off by wife on cruise-ship balcony.
• Getting fucked in the ass while getting a blowjob.
• Getting fucked up the ass by t-girl.
• Getting gang-banged.
• Giving oral sex to a girl while having sex with another girl.
• Giving oral to a newswoman while she is reading out the news.
• Group sex with beautiful Asian girls in school-girl outfits at my sushi place.
• Hairless.
• Have my partner be gangbanged while I am pleasured by another woman.
• Have sex in an elevator or on SkyTrain.
• Have two women do me while my partner is being fucked.
• Having a harem and have beautiful girls all around me.
• Having one of my students sexually bribe me for better marks.
• Having sex with an older married woman I met through work.
• Having slutty sex with my partner's husband watching.
• Hot dude at the gym, spotting him ends up spotting all over him.
• I meet this person by chance in a store and we end up fucking in the back storeroom.
• I usually act out all of mine—it would probably involve the McGill rowing team passing me around....mmm.
• I want a threesome with 2 men.
• I want to bang something under a Terry Fox statue.
• I want to be covered in tiramisu, and have 10 women lick it off me.
• I want to be drugged, then fucked and videotaped.
• I want to build a fucking machine.
• I want to have sex with a furry.
• I want to tie my partner up.
• I want to try being blindfolded and handcuffed.
• I was always wanted to (consensually) tie a girl up in a public area (preferably crowded) and fuck like rabbits.
• I would like to be peed on.
• I would like to have sex in a stuck gondola or elevator.
• I'd like to totally pull my GF from her waitress job out back and fuck her up the ass out back and let her staff hear her squeal.
• In twenty words? Spanked by a gorilla while screwing Grace Park on the SkyTrain. While my rabbi watches. In a fire.
• Joining a swingers club.
• Ladyboy fucks me up the ass.
• Laying on the floor, naked, with multiple strangers cumming on me: bukake!
• MFM threeway , having both give oral and rimming at the same time.
• Much older woman (50s).
• My ex and my current girlfriend eating each other out when I arrive home from work.
• My girlfriend showing me how to suck a guy off, and me doing it.
• Orgy in public with strangers.
• Orgy with porn stars.
• Partner to dress up as women of different eras... 40's, 60's, 70's.
• Piss on someone.
• Post-apocalyptic society where I am dominated by women.
• Prison sex.
• School teacher.
• Sex to get out of a ticket.
• Sex while driving.
• Sex while skydiving.
• Sex with a ladyboy.
• Sex with a pregnant woman.
• Sex with my straight neighbour.
• Spontaneous anonymous sex with a woman.
• Straight frat boys (partially why I went back to school).
• Tea kettle up the ass.
• I want to be with 5 guys or more and get gang-banged.
• The sexy teacher who seduces me for being a bad boy.
• Three tall blondes.
• Threesome at a Catholic school.
• Threesome in car with two hitchhiking girls.
• Threesome two trans women.
• Tickling the weenus of a girl while I take her from behind while her head is in a bucket of marmalade.
• Tie her up and force her to orgasm with a magic wand.
• To allow my girlfriend to have a fuck buddy, only if he has a great cock & it's just about the great sex.
• To be a boy toy for an older nympho rich woman.
• To be beaten and gangbanged by several women wearing strap-ons.
• To be completely feminized.
• To be forced to have sex, to be taken strongly.
• To be orally serviced on command by a harem of girls kept in my sexual captivity.
• To be sultan with a harem of hot ladies that gang me and each other.
• To be with a woman half my age.
• To get pegged.
• To have sex with a tranny.
• To orally service a dozen women at the same time.
• To participate in a masquerade orgy.
• To shower under a waterfall and get caught pleasuring myself by a curious straight man.
• Want to dress like a CD and Fuck a CD.
• Want to watch my wife get gang-banged and covered in cum.
• Wanting to go down on my female partner under a table at a busy restaurant.
• Wearing matching lingerie with wife while she fucks me with a strap-on.
• Would like to have a couple of my students (female) give me a blowjob and seduce me in my office.
• Would like to have sex with more than one of my old girlfriends at once.
• Would love to fuck one of my staff.

The Chair Arrives
 

We are both off this week and late yesterday while we were watching football the doorbell rings. Kirsten excitedly says “Omigod, I bet it’s finally here!” We go to the door and I sign for a large wooden crate with very little identification on it. It’s pretty heavy and it takes both of us to get it into the living room. We have to use a crowbar to open the crate but it is well worth the effort. The chair is exactly as advertised and the look and smell of the heavy black leather straps and seat is a real turnon. It looks big enough to hold either one of us. I am already thinking about all the fun we’re going to have with it.

Kirsten is so excited she is almost like a little kid. “God, Andy, I can’t wait for you to put me in this thing. Where do you want it to go, baby?”

“Well I think the two of us could get it down to the basement. That’s always been our ‘playroom’ anyway. I’m not sure we want it out in the living room when guests come over unless you were thinking of inviting ila and Shawn.”

“We could put it in the bedroom” you say.

“I’m afraid we’ll start using it to throw clothes on and stuff.”

“Yeah you're probably right, Andy. Let’s get it downstairs. Then I want to try it out!”

Once it’s in place you sit on it. You are wearing old sweats and your hair is up but you still look sexy as hell. “Wow. I had no idea. There really are a lot of straps. I bet you could keep someone in this for hours. I don’t see how anyone could escape.”

You fasten one of the body straps and say “It feels great. Let me go get ready.”

Returning, you are wearing a very tight pair of black shorts and a white tank top cut off just above your breasts. You have brushed your long blonde hair and lightly covered your body in oil. “I can see you are as excited about this as I am, Andy” looking at my hardon and giggling. We kiss for a long time and I can feel your cock getting hard inside your shorts. Kissing your breasts, I work my way down to your cock and very lightly suck it. Just enough to keep you on edge. Saying “I’m ready baby.” You sit in the chair while I work on strapping you in. It takes a long time. I do your wrists, arms, and ankles first then proceed to the thick straps than go around your thighs and body. There are also straps that go between your legs and as I tighten them I pull your shorts down so that your cock and balls are totally exposed. Finishing up, I tighten the straps securing your body very tightly. You say “I want it as tight as you can get it.” The very last strap goes around your neck. I’m a little worried about anything around the neck but you say “It’s OK. You don’t have to make it tight enough to choke me. I love it, Andy. God I feel totally like I’m your slut. Fuck I can’t move at all!”

Your nipples are very hard and I attach the nipple clamps that we ordered with the chair. I ask if it feels OK. “Hell yes, baby.” Then gently we kiss for what seems like forever as I stroke your cock. As you struggle against the tight straps you moan softly. “Fuck, Andy, you can do anything you want to me, I mean it. This is better than that ‘spy torture’ game we played a few weeks ago.”

One last detail… Taking several feet of soft bondage rope I wrap it around your balls and the shaft of your cock. Then I tie the head of your cock to attachments on the chair. I give your balls a playful squeeze than ever so lightly tease the head of your cock with my fingers. Smiling at me you say “I’m really in for it this time, aren’t I? You know I totally trust you with my life Andy. Christ, I’d die for you baby.”

“I love you Kirsten. You know I’d die for you too.” “Yeah, I know you would Andy. That night on the motorcycle was really dangerous. But you totally trusted me not to wreck and kill us both. That meant so much to me—that you trusted me—and also the sex which was amazing. I’ve always wanted to do it while riding with you and I know how careful and serious you are. I’ll never forget it, baby.”

We kiss again very passionately. I explore every part of your bound body. There’s nothing that isn’t accessible and there’s nothing you can do except sit there. Your cock is hard and straining against its restraints. The precum is flowing and every so often I lightly stroke it or else use my mouth and tongue on the head. Sometimes I give your bound balls a gentle squeeze. You are so tightly held you can’t even move your hips. Under the black leather straps I can see your muscles strain. You close your eyes and lie back against the chair and moan. In almost a whisper you say “I love you Andy.”

Time passes quickly and it’s been several hours that you’ve been in the chair. For quite a while now you have been pleading with me to let you cum. Soon, baby. Very soon…

We look into each other’s eyes and I know it’s time. Gently I untie your cock and take you into my mouth. I go to work on on your beautiful cock slowly sucking and teasing you. Gradually this builds into a steady rhythm. Your breathing becomes shallow and regular and I can feel your orgasm building. This time I’m not stopping. I continue sucking you, then as I feel your body tense you explode into my mouth. As always your cum tastes great. I swallow as much as I can and the rest gets all over the seat of the chair and on the floor. You pull hard against the straps and say “Ahhhhhhh…” Then your body goes completely limp. Unlike other times, you didn’t scream or say much as you came. It’s like you were in your own world. I wondered for a second if you had passed out. When you “come to” you look at me kneeling between your legs and say “That was the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever had. You know I can’t do anything for you tied up like this. Why don’t you get yourself off baby. It’s OK. I want you to cum all over me.”

You look so sexy strapped to the chair that still kneeling between your thighs, I start to jack off over your amazing body. It doesn’t take very long and I shoot my load all over you. You sit there still strapped to the chair covered in cum as I collapse with my head in your lap holding onto you. We remain like that for a little while then I stand up and we kiss for what seems like forever. “I love you Andy.” “I love you too Kirsten.”

Undoing the straps I help you up from the chair. Our basement is totally finished and we have a guest suite with a Jacuzzi, so rather than go back upstairs we make good use of it. We put on a couple of the bathrobes we keep on hand for guests. I go to the bar and make us each a Jack and Coke then we snuggle up on the sectional and watch TV. Eventually we drift off to sleep.

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Great stories! :respect:

If you like stories then there are several more at this thread.

Not really. I would rather have an average size cock. OMG I shouldn't even be saying it but 9" is awfully un average. BTW it isn't the length as much as the girth. As long as it hits the "G" spot for a trans woman then that is the best. Good lube is a plus and please let us get used to it. But long just hurts a little. I would rather be stretched with a good water based lube than have a "foot long" either oral or anal. So 6" is really good. I would suck it up and let you stick it in all night long baby.

I actually had a BF that had an extremely big one in Korea and anally he made me cry because it hurt so much. After the first time he knew how far he could go for him to have pleasure and me too. That was the biggest one that I have ever seen. I won't say but it was way more than 9 inches. He did like the back of my throat so I gave him that but only in the bathroom so if I had to ... Ugh... puke:blush: Then I could. So no. bigger is not always better.

Meeting my Family (Part 1)
 

“Hey babe, I was thinking that maybe we could visit your family in Michigan for Christmas.”

“Sure Kirsten, we’ll both be off. The only issue is the weather can be pretty bad. Kind of like Indiana, you just never know.”

“That’s OK we’ll take the truck. I’ve been wanting to meet them and also see where you grew up.”

“They want to meet you too. I’ve told them a lot about you. You know we can stay with my aunt and uncle.”

“The one that has the ’69 Chevelle? Think he’d let us ‘borrow’ it?” you say very excitedly.

“Sure. You can even drive it if you want. You already know how to drive a ‘stick’ so no problem.”

“I might need some practice since it’s been a few years since I drove a manual. Maybe I could sit on your lap while you show me. Of course if you wanted to play with my tits and cock this time I wouldn’t exactly tell you to stop…”

“Why do I get the feeling we’re going to be fucking the hell out of each other in my uncle’s car on the first date? Glad they had black vinyl bench seats back then. I just hope the heater still works so we don’t freeze our asses off.”

“Because that’s what we always end up doing, Andy” you giggle. “You know I saw a picture of you and Stephanie standing next to that car. You were in your football uniform. I don’t mind, I realize how much she meant to you. But at least I hope you remember where you guys used to go to make out.”

“There’s probably a shopping center or office building there now. We are going to make our own memories Kirsten. We already have a great start. You asked me one time if I could put up with you for like the next 50 years. The answer is I can’t even imagine the rest of my life without you.”

“Awww… that’s so sweet. I love you Andy.”

“I love you too Kirsten. Oh, by the way, if you are going to drive I’ll have to teach you about a ‘Michigan Left’ as well.”

“What the hell is a ‘Michigan Left’?”

“Instead of turning left across traffic, you pull over and circle back around then turn right. I’ve never seen it anywhere else. But I think a few other states may have it.”

“It sounds totally messed up. I guess you’ll have to show me. I was planning to take you and your family out to dinner. Maybe we can go to that Somerset Collection Mall you told me about. You said there’s a Capital Grille there. Or we can do whatever...”

“We’ll have a great time Kirsten no matter what. We always do. I can almost guarantee you a white Christmas. If we stay here in Indiana we could have temperatures in the 70’s and a tornado. Or we could have -20 and a blizzard.”

“Tell me about it. It’ll be so romantic to spend Christmas eve together in front of a fire making love all night. Maybe we could even go out and find a live tree for your family and decorate it. You know I’ve been thinking a lot about us getting married in Michigan. We could stay at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island. It looks like it would be so beautiful in the summer.”

“Yeah. It is. My parents used to vacation there. I’ve been thinking about places for our honeymoon too. I never thought of that. I like it. So when do you want to go?”

To be continued…

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Meeting my Family (continued...)
 

“Anytime, baby...” Kirsten says as she kisses me and scoots over on the couch so that she is sitting on my lap facing me. We kiss for a long time as we feel each other up. Both of us are rock hard. You pull your sweatshirt over your head and toss it aside saying “You know what I like…”

I gently tease your nipples with my mouth biting and licking them. This drives you crazy. As you moan and say “Oh God baby, that feels so fucking good. Don’t stop…” I run my hands up your thighs and grab your ass. You pull down the waistbands of your shorts and my sweats. Our cocks touch. You giggle slightly as they rub together. It feels awesome. Saying “I’ve got this babe… just relax” you grab both of our cocks and start to jack us off.

Instinctively we both thrust our hips as you continue slowly stroking.

Eventually we build to a climax and shoot our loads at exactly the same time. You fall forward onto me as I lay back on the couch. “That was amazing baby. I love you” I say. “I love you too Andy. I am SO looking forward to our first Christmas together!”

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A Bad Dream?
 

Kirsten and I went to bed early tonight. We have both been suffering from sinus infections and we want to get rested up for our trip to Michigan in December.

She dozes off almost immediately. Watching her sleep, I am thinking about how much I love this girl. Ever since we met last summer my life has completely changed. Lying there with her eyes shut, her long blonde hair partially covers her face. As she snores, her hair sort of blows away from her beautiful face and falls back gently. It’s totally adorable and I am starting to get ideas about waking her for some quick fun.

Very tired myself and realizing that Kirsten is worn out, I don’t. Instead I snuggle close to her and pull the covers over both of us. She moves slightly and reaches across with her arm to hold me. She is very sleepy but I can make out kind of a muffled “I love you Andy” as I kiss her gently on the top of her head. Then both of us fall asleep…

It’s really hot in our basement “dungeon” and you look fucking amazing stretched out on the "X rack." Your gorgeous body is covered in oil and sweat. Every muscle in your body stands out. It looks like a scene from a horror movie. You insisted we not use a “safeword” this time. I have been tormenting your bound cock for hours now and tightened the nipple clamps so that you are in constant pain. You had told me beforehand that you wanted to be my total slave and if I decided to use the whip on you it was ok. Your body is covered in red welts and you can only moan through your gag. It sounds like you are trying to say “fuck me baby.” Taking your gag out, you say very clearly, “shave my head.” I get a razor and begin.

…Sitting upright in bed I realize that it was all just a dream. Looking down I see you are still sound asleep, safe and warm, your long blonde hair intact, your body not covered in welts. Somewhat shaken I go downstairs and make myself a drink. In the dark I hear “Are you OK baby?” Turning around I see that it’s you wearing a sheer blue nightgown. “God Kirsten, I had a really weird dream.” Hugging me you say “It’s alright, why don’t you sit down?” You go over and make yourself a drink then join me on the couch. “You wanna tell me about it?”

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As we sit in the living room on the couch, I tell Kirsten about my dream. She says “Well I do like the part where I’m tied to the rack and you are tormenting my cock. But I don’t like pain, and I know in reality you’d never hurt me no matter what. It’s OK baby, let’s go back to bed. Tomorrow we can start planning our trip to Michigan.”

Then she asks “By the way Andy, did you drink that entire fucking bottle of NyQuill before you went to bed?” :lol:

Finals Week Quickie
 

Before we can leave for Michigan, I’ve got to get my grading done. Kirsten has been off all week and I have finals to grade. We’ve spent a lot of that time planning our trip. I have been busy at my desk since dinner, not even watching the Colts-Jets game. Suddenly Kirsten comes up behind me leans over and puts her arms around me and says “Well Dr. Andy how is the grading coming? Would I have to sleep with the professor to get an ‘A’ in your class?”

Totally engrossed in what I’m doing I keep working and offhandedly remark “No sweetie, you were a 4.0 student at Purdue.”

“That’s not what I mean baby, I mean would I have to sleep with YOU to get an ‘A’?” she whispers very suggestively into my ear as she kisses my neck and runs her hands down to my crotch stroking my cock through my pants.

Turning around, I see she is dressed in a very short jean miniskirt and tight tank top that hides practically nothing. She is also wearing 6” stiletto heels. I forget all about my grading as she sits on my lap, her thighs on either side. Her hard cock presses up against me as she kisses me very aggressively. I kiss her back just as hard. “You know I bet all those sluts in your class would like to fuck their teacher but I can do stuff that will blow your mind baby… I’m a bigger slut than all of them” she says giggling.

Kneeling on the floor she begins to suck my now very hard cock. “You know I would do anything to get an ‘A’ Dr. Andy. Shit, I’d fuck you anytime baby. You are so fucking hot…”

Sliding down together onto the rug in my office. Kirsten lays on her back while I suck her beautiful cock. Then she pulls her legs up and says “That feels so awesome, you must be a good teacher. You know I want you so badly Andy.”

Entering her, we fuck, fast and hard. Our orgasms are quick and powerful. I cum deep inside of her then collapse on top of her as she holds me tightly. “So do I get an ‘A’ Professor?”

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Michigan
 

Our trip to Michigan this Christmas was wonderful. Kirsten got to see where I grew up in Troy, and finally meet my family. Of course we took the ’69 Chevelle out on a date. Naturally I let her drive. Mostly so I could play with the driver’s cock. At first I thought I would get slapped but she just giggled and said “You’re something else, Andy. What am I going to do with you baby?” We found a private place not too far from where Stephanie and I used to go to make out. We both came like three times until we decided we better head back before the cops showed up as we were not too far from a construction site. It was very cold so we kept the engine running and amazingly the 47 year old heater worked great!

My aunt and uncle put us up in their basement rec room and we spent Christmas eve making love in front of the fireplace. By our standards it was pretty tame although I did tie Kirsten to a chair and sucked her off very slowly. I had to gag her as she was making so much noise we were afraid we would wake up everyone. Lying together in front of the fire, we talked again about where we want to get married and Kirsten decided that Indiana would be OK. That’s where all our friends live and where our life is now. We will have a reception at our house in Zionsville this summer then ride our Harley’s up to Northern Michigan and stay at the Grand Hotel on Mackinac Island.

Kirsten also took my entire family out to dinner at the Somerset Collection Mall and then we went Christmas shopping. On the way home we went to a tree farm and bought a live tree for my aunt and uncle. We had driven my 4x4 since the weather was bad so bringing it home was no problem. We also got all new ornaments and lights and Kirsten made her own special brand of “spiked” egg nog.

As 2016 draws to a close, I realize how fortunate I am to have met such a wonderful girl. We both agreed that we have a great life together. This is only the beginning.

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Snowball Fight
 

On Christmas Eve, lower Michigan had over a foot of snow overnight. Kirsten, having grown up in Indiana had never seen anything like that before. She was so excited about it, almost like a little kid on Christmas morning. It continued falling throughout the day and after opening gifts and having dinner with my family we had the house all to ourselves while they went to visit friends that afternoon. No one was expected back until much later that night.

“I wanna go out and play in it Andy. It’s so beautiful! C’mon get your stuff on and let’s go outside! Maybe we can build a snowman.”

Still half asleep from being up all night I have difficulty finding my coat and gloves as I struggle to get ready. She is dressed and out the door almost instantly. She looks so sexy in her tight jeans, knee high boots, ski jacket and earmuffs. It is still snowing gently and the snow falling on her long blonde hair is adorable. She smiles at me then disappears around the side of the house.

As I go out into the backyard I feel something hit me in the back. It’s a snowball. I hear giggling then turn around and manage to duck as another comes my way. She’s got quite an arm. “Bet you can’t get me!” she says and throws another one. I return fire but she dodges them easily. Quickly it turns into an all out “war” and after about 20 minutes I have to admit she may have the upper hand.

Running around the backyard laughing like a couple of big kids, Kirsten says “Try to catch me baby…” If you have read any of the previous stories, you know she also played football in high school and is quite athletic. I didn’t realize how fast she was and it’s a while before she decides to make a run towards me. Instinctively I react just like she was an opposing player. There’s no way she will be able to get past me now (besides something tells me she “wants” to get caught) and I gently “tackle” her. We both go down in the deep snow and somehow she ends up on her back, me on top of her, between her legs. In the cold her body feels so warm and I can see her erection through her very tight jeans. Giggling she puts up a “struggle” and says “get off me!” Pinning her by her arms I kiss her then she kisses me back—hard. “I love you Andy.” “I love you too Kirsten.” We both know what we want to do next. Kirsten says “Don’t you think we’ll freeze our asses off? My butt’s already starting to get cold through my jeans!”

I’ve got an idea. The backyard has a high privacy fence so no one can see us. Unzipping our jeans our hard cocks spring out and touch. It feels electric. “Hey, Andy… why don’t you take your coat off and I’ll take my jacket off and put them under us?” We both have sweaters on underneath and with all the activity we really aren’t that cold. We kiss again and start to jack each other off.

“Fuck that feels so good” she says. “God baby, whatever you do, don’t stop…” I say. We slowly stroke each other’s hard cocks. Gradually speeding up. We are pretty good at reading each other by now and it’s not long before we are both approaching orgasm. You have closed your eyes and I can tell you are in your “zone.” Even fully clothed you are totally hot. Together, our bodies tense then relax as we cum. We try to not make too much noise but at least a few moans and “God’s” and one very loud “Oh Fuck, baby!” get out. We just hope we made the neighbor’s Christmas if they did hear us. There was a nasty old couple that lived there when Stephanie and I were in high-school and they were never friendly to her (yes they knew she was trans) so I don’t give a damn. Our cum looks yellowish against the white snow and you say “That was awesome. But we’re gonna have to clean this up baby.”

It feels really good to lie there together in the snow. The heat from our bodies keeps us warm and like always I feel so close to you Kirsten. Eventually we go back in the house and spend the rest of Christmas snuggled up in front of the fireplace watching “A Christmas Story” and sharing a bottle of Jack. When my relatives get back they ask us what we did while they were out. Looking at me, Kirsten says “Wellll… we had a snowball fight!”

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my shemale fantasy
 

MY shemale fantasy is i have car trouble & a motorcycle pulls up with a person dressed in black leather jacket & leather pants the helmet comes off & its holly marie combs she asks if i need help iask if she can run me home i say iwill pay her she says yes so i get on the bike with her i tell her were to go when we get there i thank her & ask her to come in so i can pay her she follows me in the house i ask how much i owe her she says money wont do i ask what she wants she doesn't say a thing she unzipps her leather pants & pulls out a big cock walks over to me grabs my shoulders pushes me to my knees & says give me a blowjob for your payment so i do it (wish this really happened i lone her) (my first time)

This is something I've always wanted to try. Why do I get the feeling that "Kirsten" and I will be doing this one of these days? ;)

Dancing and Cock Torture With Huge Cumshot
 

Very busy with work lately. Haven't posted anything in a while. Trying to get ideas for another story and found this...

http://www.pornhub.com/view_video.ph...h57bffcca5195c

Must admit I've never seen anything like this before. :eek: Looks dangerous. She's either very light or very careful where she steps. :( Not for me :turnoff: but if you like cumshots definitely stay with it till the end (or just fast forward) you will be well rewarded... ;)

All I can say is OUCH!!! That's not my idea of a pleasurable experience.

No. It's a total turnoff. :turnoff: Besides being potentially harmful. There are worse videos out there including stepping on balls. :eek:

I have wondered if they are all fake. You notice he never really gets very hard. And that's a lot of cum! Maybe he just went for days or weeks beforehand? I wouldn't want my partner to do that to me and would never do it to anybody myself. Some are so bad they are funny.

True story: There's one video where 3 girls run across some guys cock and balls. I was laughing hysterically and my wife in the other room asked "What are you laughing at honey?" I did the best I could. I said "Belichick looks so funny in his hoodie." I was watching the AFC Championship game at the time... :lol:

Definitely won't be working this idea into my next story... :(

2017 is Looking Good
 

Having returned from Michigan and gotten back to work and on a normal schedule again, this past weekend Kirsten and I decided to look at porn together to get some new ideas. Although we have quite an active and imaginative love life, we are always on the lookout for new things to try. Kirsten loves to be tied up and we often get ideas for stuff to do on the Internet. About the only thing she doesn’t like is pain and the only person she has ever trusted to be her “top” is me. A couple of times we have “switched” most notably at Shawn’s party where Kirsten put me in handcuffs and I gave her a blow job while on my knees. And last Halloween when we went to a party as the “Bondage Priest” and the “Wicked Dominatrix.” We have always discussed what we are going to do beforehand and use “safewords.” Probably the most dangerous thing we have ever done was having sex on her Harley late at night on I-65 last Fall.

Saturday night we were watching a video where an older man had a younger man tied to a bed and was “torturing” his cock and balls. The younger man was bound very tightly with his legs spread far apart and was he was completely smooth. His legs were very sexy and were bound with ankle restraints and leather straps around his thighs. Kirsten and I have used this type of bondage before. What was different was his balls were in what looked like a homemade plexiglass “vice” which the older man slowly and carefully tightened while he edged the younger man. It did not appear that the “sub” was in pain but merely “discomfort” from the vice. Clearly he had quite a large erection and was getting off on this. The “top” also played with the younger man’s nipples. We both found the video “hot” and talked about how we could do a scene like that.

We also discussed a picture where two people were “sounding” each other—one sound inserted into both cocks. Kirsten and I like this type of play and want to try it. We have been working on a “scene” as well as the details of how we would actually do it. We are both fairly tall. I’m about 6’4” and she is 6’. She imagined a scenario where we would both be tied up and forced to fuck each other with the sound. We thought about using the TRX stuff at the gym where we met and once used (“Second Date”) last summer. We decided there would be too much of a risk getting caught. Also from a practical perspective, we would need to find someone to “top” us both or make sure at least one of us can get free.

We also imagined a scene where she would be spread-eagled and suspended with me as her top and I would insert the sound into both our cocks and slowly fuck her with it. Another idea was to use the “bondage chair” we purchased last year and with her in it, I would kneel and insert the sound and we would fuck that way. Finally, we thought if she wore heels or I stood with my feet apart it would bring our cocks to about the same height and that might work as well.

Both of us really like the first scenario and have been looking around for some kind of “quick release” restraints. One possibility would be to use my cable fly machine with light weights that would allow either one of us to pull down the weight to free ourselves. We went down to the basement to try it out and find the right weight to use. We discovered that it doesn’t take a lot and it also gives a feeling of being “stretched” as on a rack (but not painfully) adding to the fun. We found that we can set everything up so we are close enough that our cocks touch when the sound is inserted all the way. By experimenting with the way we stand, we can line our cocks up perfectly. Just to be safe, we will have our friends come over later to check on us. That way if something does go wrong we will have a back up.

Our home in Zionsville has an alarm system and security cameras (but none in the basement… LOL). When we realized this actually could work, it was hard not to do it right then. But we have always been careful and we also want to develop the “scene” some more. Kirsten likes the idea of the “ball vice” from the video but that may have to wait for another time—maybe with the bondage chair? We agreed having something hanging from her balls could be potentially harmful as we will be moving around a lot. We decided to use the soft bondage rope we have used before instead.

Of course all of this activity has gotten us both turned on so smiling at me she says “Andy, since I’m all tied up at the moment why don’t you take advantage of me, sweetie?” Her body looks gorgeous, as always, and seeing her suspended and stretched like that, all sweaty from playing around with the weights and trying different positions makes me want her SO badly. Her cock is hard and her long blonde hair is matted and stuck to her face. She says “Shit, my nose itches.” So I go over to her and brush her hair out of her face. “I love you baby” I say, then we kiss for a long time. My hand reaches down to her cock and I begin to stroke it slowly. “Fuck, Andy, that feels sooooo good.” I keep this up for a while but don’t let her come. Then I walk behind her and using lube, finger her for a while, massaging her prostate.

On and off I gently stroke her cock. She pulls against her restraints and moans. Finally, I enter her from behind and begin to fuck her. I can tell she is almost ready to come so I stop playing with her cock and begin to work on her nipples, which drives her wild. “Ahhhhh… Fuck… Andy you are so totally evil… I love it!” she giggles. I continue fucking her with long steady strokes while teasing her nipples. Suddenly her body becomes taught and she says “Oh Goddddd… Fuck… Ahhhhhhhhh…” She cums just as I shoot my load inside her then goes limp in her bonds. I walk around and gently hold her head up. Looking up at me she says “I love you Andy.” “I love you too Kirsten.” We kiss for what seems like forever then I undo her restraints and help her over to the shower. We wash up together then put on a couple of the robes we keep around for guests. She says “Hold me baby.” So I gently pull her close to me and kiss her. She puts her arms around me and lays her head on my shoulder. We just stand there together like that for a while. Then I carry her up the stairs to our bedroom.

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Kirsten makes a "scene"
 

"I’m glad you think my idea for a 'scene' is hot Andy. I’ve always wanted to do something with you where we were both tied up and had to fuck each other somehow. But I know you want to be safe.”

“Well the cable machine has handles that we can insert our wrists into and they also have clips so you can change attachments, so if we don’t use too much resistance they should be easy to pull down and release ourselves when we’re done Kirsten.”

“I knew I could count on you to figure something out, Andy. I’ve also called our friends Samantha and Diiane to come over later. They have the alarm code and could free us if we do get stuck. We could also call 911 if we have to. I am SO looking forward to this, Andy. I just don’t want us to end up on something like “Sex Sent Me to the ER” you say laughing.

“We won’t as long as we’re careful baby. So when do you want to try it?”

“Um… how about tonight?”

“Sounds awesome to me Kirsten, lets go get ready. Then I’ll let you set up the scene.”

Back down in our basement you begin: “We have both been kidnapped by an evil agency that wants me to help them develop a chemical that will contaminate the worlds water supply. They also need your computer skills to hack into several sites around the world. They plan to torture us if we don’t cooperate and they have tied us to a rack facing each other with a metal sound inserted into both of our cocks. If we can make each other cum then we'll be able to release the mechanism and escape. If we don’t…”

“Fucking each other with a sound doesn’t exactly sound like ‘torture.’ Shit, I’d do it willingly with you anytime Kirsten.”

“Silly… the whole idea is that we are tied up and have to get off just using the sound. I think it’s hot. Hope you like it Andy.”

“No problem. I like anything with you.”

We attach our ankles to the lower set of straps. Because you are a little shorter you stand with your legs far apart on a plastic step used for aerobics. This brings our now very hard cocks to about the same height. I carefully insert the sound into each of our cocks using lots of lube and pre-cum. It slides in very easily and feels great. You let out a gasp and then a giggle as the sound finds its way down your urethra. You say “Fuck, baby, why do I think were gonna last just a few seconds before we cum.”

“It may be more difficult than you think Kirsten.”

Taking several feet of soft bondage rope I wrap it around our cocks and balls then tie our cocks together around the head so the sound can’t accidentally “slip out.” There is enough slack so that we can fuck each other and the tips of our cocks can touch. I have a feeling this is going to work very well.

We adjust our positions so we have enough freedom of movement then at the same time we both reach up pulling the top handles down slightly and insert our wrists. While it is actually easy to “slip out” and escape (I insisted on this) the slight amount of weight gives the feeling of tension adding to the excitement.

“You good baby?” I say.

“Totally. Christ you are fucking hot Andy. And your muscles! I’ve never seen you quite like this before. God I want to see you cum baby. I’ll make a slut out of you yet...”

“Maybe we’ll get stuck and have to stay like this until we’re rescued, Kirsten. That might take hours.”

“I’d like that” you say giggling. Then add “do you think this is the craziest thing we’ve ever done Andy.”

“No. Sex on the Harley that night was the craziest thing. We could have been killed. By the way Kirsten you are absolutely gorgeous.”

“Thanks baby. Did you notice our cocks have gotten a little bigger? When it slides in and out as I move it feels incredible. It’s like a ‘tickle’ inside my cock. I want to cum so badly. Does it feel like that to you?”

“Yeah. We should try moving back and forth slowly.”

“OK. Here goes…”

At first, it’s more of a ‘teasing’ sensation. It feels great but I’m not sure it’s enough stimulation to make us cum. Gradually we fall into a rhythm and find that if we take long strokes it starts to feel like we are really fucking each other and might actually be able to cum from this. When the tips of our cocks touch the feeling is indescribable. As we look into each other’s eyes you smile knowingly at me. Seeing your beautiful body stretched tight makes me feel like it’s only a matter of time. The sensation grows in my cock. I can tell you are feeling it too as you moan and pull against your straps. Both of us are beginning to get into it. I’m trying to focus on the “scene” you have imagined and gradually I feel less like I’m in my basement playing bondage games with my girlfriend and more like we are both held captive. Your idea really was a good one. After a while I know that it’s inevitable that I will cum.

We continue to fuck each other and I can tell you are getting close. Your breathing has changed and I can see all the muscles in your body growing tight. I feel my orgasm building then just as the tips of our cocks touch again, cum spurts out around the metal rod in our cocks. The restraints add to the feeling and we both thrust our hips toward each other. The waves of pleasure follow and then we both just go limp. God it feels good.

Laughing you say, “That was amazing baby. I feel totally relaxed. But I don’t think I could do it again.”

“That’s OK Kirsten. I don’t think I could either. Do you think we will be able to escape?”

“Sure baby, just pull the handles down like you planned.”

I do and my hands are free. You do the same and with the sound still in our cocks, we kiss and hold each other. You have stepped down off the platform and looking up at me say “I love you so much Andy. That was awesome. I’ve never felt anything quite like that before.” We have both started to lose our erections and you say “Owww… we better take this fucking thing out…” After removing the sound there is a load of cum trapped behind it that spills out from each of us and lands on the floor. We both laugh at the mess we’ve made then help each other undo our ankle restraints.

“You know we shoulda made a video of that Andy.”

Laughing I say “Great, just what Zionsville needs, first 'Subway Jared,' then Kirsten and Andy making a porno movie in their basement.”

“You are so funny Andy. So, what do you think we will do on our wedding night?”

“Something crazy I’m sure.”

“What time do you think it is?”

“Maybe around 9. We were at it for almost 2 hours.”

“Ohmigod! Samantha and Diiane will be here soon!”

“Let’s clean up and get dressed then we can all go out someplace downtown” I say.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

Zionsville in the news
 

In many of the “Kirsten” stories I make references to places in or around Zionsville, Indiana. Last week the Stonegate (not “Stone Gate” as in the title of the article) elementary school had a lockdown.

http://www.theindychannel.com/news/c...ry-on-lockdown

My niece goes to that school and I was home all day working on the computer. Saw the activity and went out to ask if everything was OK. Was told by the police “everything is under control sir.” A nice way of saying “don’t fucking bother us…” :lol: Turns out they were looking for a robbery suspect. If you zoom in on the map at the bottom of the article you can see my house. It’s one of the ones on W. Stonegate Dr. right across from the school. Zionsville is located on the North West side of Indy. If you follow the news, Zionsville was the home of “Jared” of Subway fame—he’s living in government housing now. In a post from a couple years ago I talked about seeing the FBI raid go down. The place where I workout and where Kirsten and I met in the first story is about 3 miles East on Oak street.

I thought since I probably wont be a member here much longer I'd post a link to my WordPress site. The two featured stories are about my friend Stephanie. Unlike most of the "Kirsten" stuff, there really was a Stephanie. Some of the dialog is written as best as I could remember. The events in both stories actually happened. Stephanie was in fact my first girlfriend and we dated through High-School. I have posted them before and gotten some positive response. While they do depict some sexual activity I wouldn't classify them as "porn." Hope you enjoy them.

https://andy9127blog.wordpress.com

If you want to know more about me just click on "About." No, I'm not Mr. Doubleknit Pants from 1975 as in the fake "Personal Ad" I created. In fact I wasn't even born for several more years! :lol:

Fifty Shades of Kirsten
 

Getting home from work this afternoon I hear “Hi baby, did you have a good day?” Going downstairs to investigate I find Kirsten, fully naked sitting in the bondage chair playing with the acrylic “ball vise” she ordered. “Wow this is gonna be awesome! I can’t wait to try it out for real.”

“You look great Kirsten but don’t you think that’s a little much? I mean I don’t want to do anything where you might get hurt.”

“I won’t. I’m not like gonna crush my own balls and I’m sure you’ll be careful Andy. You know I thought that video we watched was totally hot. That guy was slowly squeezing that boys balls while he edged him. You could just tell he was loving it. I think it would be sooooo amazing to have you do that to me. There’s NO one else but you I’d ever trust, baby.”

“Well we better use a ‘safeword’ for sure this time.”

“I want you to gag me so we’ll have to use some kind of signal.”

“What did you have in mind Kirsten?”

“Well since I’m gonna be strapped down in the chair, the only thing I could move would be my fingers so at first I thought of ‘flipping’ you off if it got too intense…” you say giggling. “Then I thought if I crossed my fingers that might work.”

“So how far have you taken it since you’ve been down here playing around?”

“Actually quite a ways. It feels good the tighter it gets. I was SO hard. All I needed was to be strapped in with you in control.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not really. Well maybe a little… What is such a turnon to me is the idea of you in control. Wanna see what it feels like, Andy?”

“OK. But be careful” I say apprehensively.

“Silly… I’m not gonna crush your balls, I just wanted you to see what it feels like before you do it to me. Unless you want me to…" you say smiling.

Taking off my pants I sit in the chair while you help me stick my now hard cock through the hole and then you attach the plexiglass plates and tighten the screws gently. I have to admit it’s sort of weird but also a turn on.

“Now baby just tighten this lever until you want to stop. There’s a ratchet so you can’t undo it… so you better be careful…”

I give the lever a pull and feel the vice tighten. It’s not bad and it kind of feels good.

“Christ Andy, that was nothing. You can do better than that!”

I give the lever another turn and I can feel the plates begin to squeeze my balls. There’s no pain but I feel like if someone went too far this could really hurt or do damage.

“Not bad sweetie. But you know I can take much more than that.”

“Yeah. As long as we use the signal. Also if I think it’s hurting you Kirsten, we stop, no questions asked. Agreed?”

“Sure baby. That’s why I’d never do this with anyone else. I love you Andy.”

“You are right. I’d never hurt you. One thing I remember about that video was how long the dom kept the young man on edge before he let him come. You and I may be here for quite a while…”

“So do you want me to get ready?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Well, the evil criminals that wanted me to give them the secret formula never did get it. So now they are going to torture me for hours until I break. But as you know I can take a lot.”

Then, heading upstairs, you take a shower, saying “wait here.”

When you come out you are totally naked, covered in oil, and carrying several restraints. “Baby I’m all yours now. You can do whatever you want.”

I tightly cuff your hands behind your back and attach the ankle restraints. I put a heavy leather belt around your waist as well as a slave collar then attach all the chains. There’s no way you can go anywhere now.

“Fuck Kirsten, you look so sexy. You know, I never expected to fall in love with my prisoner.”

“Umm… I think that’s OK in this case baby” you say laughing.

We kiss for the longest time then getting down on my knees, I take your rock hard cock in my mouth and suck you ever so gently. I’m careful to go slowly and lick your shaft very lightly so that you can’t come.

Heading downstairs I walk you over to the bondage chair. Removing your restraints, you sit down and I strap you in. Your legs are spread very wide and I pull the heavy leather straps around your chest, waist and thighs very tight. You gasp as I tighten them. “OK baby?” I ask. “Yeah Andy. God it feels good.”

Tightening up all the remaining straps you are totally immobilized. “I did mean what I said about falling in love with my captive” I say as I bend over to kiss you. You smile at me. I can tell you are super turned on. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen you harder. I’m equally turned on. This should be a very long but fun night.

Opening your mouth wide I insert a rubber penis gag and buckle it. Now we will only be able to communicate through hand signals.

Playing along I say “You have been completely uncooperative. We have found that ordinary means of coercion have proved useless so therefore we will dispense with the preliminaries. You will be tortured until you are completely broken then we’ll ask you again about the secret formula.”

It is a good thing we decided against the “finger” as a hand gesture to use if you were in trouble because even though your wrists are tightly strapped to the chair you manage to “flip me off.” Even though you are gagged I can’t help but hear a giggle as you do this. God, Kirsten, you really are something else.

Speaking sternly, I say “We always begin these sessions slowly, Ms. Williams. It may be hours before a prisoner breaks down. I have a feeling you are a very stubborn girl. This session could go on well into the night.”

I run my fingers up the inside of your thighs. Your muscles pull as hard as they can against the straps but to no avail. I can hear you going “MMMMMpppphhhhhh!” through you gag as I ever so lightly stroke the head of your cock. Kneeling in front of you I lick and torment your throbbing cock with my mouth and tongue. I know exactly what it takes to get you off Kirsten, after all we’ve been dating almost a year. Of course I’m not letting you cum. At least not yet. And I have a lot more in store for you tonight baby.

Leaving your cock alone for the time being, I concentrate on massaging your breasts and nipples. This always drives you wild. I seriously think you could cum just from that. Maybe we’ll try that later. Your body is rigid and you lay back against the chair and moan softly through your gag. You look at me with those beautiful blue eyes. That says it all. We are crazy in love with each other. It just happens that we like to do stuff like this once in a while. We joked one time that we could put “Fifty Shades of Grey” to shame if given the chance.

Taking the plexiglass ball vice, I fit it over your cock and balls. Your eyes grow huge as I tighten the thumbscrews. You had fun playing with it earlier. Now you begin to wonder how far I will take it. Already you are squirming and I look for the crossed finger “safe signal” we had agreed upon earlier. Ever so slowly I tighten the ratchet and watch your balls compress slightly. You have not lost your erection, if anything you are even harder and there is lots of precum flowing out of your beautiful cock. You close your eyes and lay your head against the chair as I again, ever so lightly stroke you. I leave the mechanism where it is while I continue to torment you. It’s been at least three hours and I still haven’t let you come.

“Well, Ms. Williams, are you ready to cooperate with us?” Again you “flip me off” and there is a look of defiance in your beautiful eyes. “I guess we need to take it up a notch” I say as I give the ratchet one more turn. Your back arches as you pull violently against the straps and you scream through your gag. I look for the “crossed finger” signal but still don’t see it. Just to be safe, I back the ratchet off just a little. I can hear you sigh as I do. Then I return to teasing your nipples. You continue to squirm in your bonds and your body is totally covered in oil and sweat. Your beautiful blonde hair is matted to your face. The precum is just pouring out of your cock. I lick up every bit of it. As I do I gently suck you and you thrust your hips as if you were trying to fuck my face. I can hear you moaning and going “MMMMMffff!” through your gag. As I stand up, I give the ratchet another turn. You almost break the straps as I do and I know you are really getting close.

Looking for the “safe signal” I still don’t see it but it’s been almost seven hours now. I’m not sure if you are just being defiant or really want this to continue. I love you Kirsten and above all want this to be fun. We seem to know each other’s limits. So I stop and take your gag out. In a weak voice you say “Jesus, Andy, please let me cum. I love you baby.” I brush your hair out of your face then we share a very long and passionate kiss. I ask you if the vice is too tight. “No. I like it like that. You’re not hurting me Andy.”

Kneeling between your thighs, I take you back into my mouth and begin to suck you off. In seconds I can feel your cock begin to pulse. A moment later you shoot a huge load into my mouth and let out what is almost a “primal” scream as your body pulls against the restraints. You are a very strong girl and you pull one of the wrist straps right off the chair. I can feel your body go limp. If it weren’t for your bonds you would’ve collapsed on top of me. Exhausted, you slump against the back of the chair. Looking up at me you say “I love you so much Andy. That was wonderful.”

“I love you too Kirsten. I hope you are OK. That was really intense!”

You start to laugh and say “Andy, next time we should try something REALLY kinky like having sex in a nice warm bed.”

“Sounds good to me…” I say as I undo the straps holding you to the chair. You are too weak to move so I carry you upstairs to our bedroom and give you a bubble bath and massage then climb into bed with you.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

The Next Morning
 

Our “session” with the bondage chair last night left us both worn out. After not going to bed ‘till early in the morning, we sleep in well past noon. Waking up I find that during the night, Kirsten has moved over to my side of the bed and is snuggled right next to me. Her legs are intertwined with mine and her left arm holds me gently. I didn’t get to come last night so I have a huge erection that needs attention and I notice that Kirsten is semi-hard.

I kiss her and say “I love you baby.” She is still half asleep and mumbles “I love you too Andy.” Continuing to kiss her I reach down and gently stroke her cock. Waking up but still drowsy, she giggles and says “What time is it anyway?” “A little after noon. How are you feeling baby?” “Great. Last night was awesome.” Kissing me back she pauses and looking into my eyes, says “You know we still have some unfinished business…” With that she reaches down to stroke my cock. She rolls over on her back and I kneel between her open legs. We take our time just enjoying each other. She doesn’t say anything but her smile says it all. I can’t even begin to describe how beautiful Kirsten looks in the light coming in from the window.

Using lube I carefully insert my fingers and massage her for several minutes. She moans and says “Oh God, that feels wonderful… I need your cock inside of me Andy. That was the one thing I really missed last night.”

Her own cock soon grows hard and as she lays back on the bed and pulls her legs up I gently enter her. Slowly, very slowly, we begin to fuck each other. I have to be careful so that I don’t come too soon. As my orgasm builds I jack her off and it doesn’t take long before we both have explosive orgasms. I feel like I will never stop cumming. She shoots her load onto her tummy and breasts as I collapse on top of her.

Still inside of her I feel another but lesser ejaculation. Maybe it’s still part of the first. Whatever, it’s incredible. I feel like I just want to lay there with her forever. She holds me tightly and says “I love you baby.”

After a few minutes we separate and lay on our sides facing each other. I gently stroke her hair as she touches my face. “So what would you like to do today sweetie?” she says. “I was thinking about maybe starting to plan our wedding Kirsten. You know June is not far away. We’ve got a lot of work to do.” “Yeah. I was thinking the same thing Andy.”

Heading down to our kitchen, I make us breakfast and take it upstairs along with a few brochures and info on the Grand Hotel in Michigan. Sitting there in bed we begin to make plans for this summer.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

A Castration Story?
 

Personally, I would never want to be castrated nor would I wish it for my partner. However many years ago I read a very hot story about a couple, much in love, one of whom wished to undergo both a castration and penectomy. Several times I have searched for it again to no avail. I believe it might have even been on Usenet (showing my age I guess :blush:).

Anyway, the essence of it was the partner who wished to be castrated was tied to the bed spread eagled and a very complicated device was attached that would use counterweights and a thin wire loop to remove his cock and balls at the right moment. He was totally in control of when and if the device would be triggered and there was a lot of intense sex leading up to the “climactic” moment. Part of his desire was to lose his penis and testicles to his lover as the ultimate expression of submission.

His partner spent hours teasing, sucking, and fucking him while he was tied to the bed giving him several orgasms. There was a lot of kissing and interaction between the two and of course while being fucked by his lover and cumming (for what would be the last time) he finally releases the wire. The aftermath was quite graphic. How they dealt with his recovery I don’t remember. I think his partner either was a doctor or had a medical background. There was a lot of preparation as I remember and it did have a good ending as this is what each of them wanted. Yes, I know, to many people it probably sounds like something from “Saw.” :eek: However, I thought the expression of love between the couple and the sex in anticipation of the “main event” was very well written and erotic.

Springtime in Indiana
 

After tying me securely to the torture rack in our basement then taking a sharp pair of scissors, Kirsten said “Andy, that’s the last time I’m going to ask you to cut the fucking grass…” :lol::lol::lol:

My number one fanatsy I want to take one of these ladies home but not knowing she is trans and being surprised when I get her nude

While I’m still fit at 80 my “stuff” doesn’t work like it used to. :(

I was fascinated by the castration/penectomy story above. I would like nothing more than to have a beautiful transwoman with a medical background remove my cock and balls. That way I would be her total sex slave and be forced to pleasure her with only my ass and mouth. :drool:

My favorite fantasy is about shemale seduction.

I dream about being with a shemale without knowing it is a shemale. First we kiss and make out and after getting real horny and hard I would move my hand btw here legs and feel the hard cock. And I will get chocked and try to end it, but the shemale will already be so horny and cant control herself so she will force me to have sex and suck her cock until she comes. :turnon::turnon:

81?
 

At 81 I’m still in amazing shape. Retired from teaching, I still am active with my company. I workout 5x a week and take all kinds of vitamins and supplements. I can still bench press over 300 lbs. I own a Harley and ride it every day. I also take about 10 Viagra a day… :lol:

My girlfriend is 29. We met downtown where she works as a bartender at one of the gay clubs. She moved in with me not long after we met. Our sex life is awesome. Her cock is bigger than mine but it doesn’t matter. I love to have her sit on top of me while I suck her off. She likes wild and crazy sex including bondage. She says I know how to treat a woman better than anyone her own age. :drool:

For my 82nd birthday, she is going to buy me a new Harley and have her girlfriends over and let me fuck all of them. Whenever we go out, people say “Your Granddaughter is so beautiful.” We just laugh it off. Once she said to another couple “Thanks. He’s actually my boyfriend.” Shoulda seen the look on their faces. :innocent:

Robin
 

Found this on Pinterest. “Batman” was on TV long before I was born but I used to watch it in reruns. I often credit that show and “Wonder Woman” for starting my interest in bondage. :innocent:

This picture seems more gay than trans but looking back, I realized that as a kid I used to get a hardon whenever a girl or “Robin” was tied up but not “Batman.” And of course I always had a crush on “Catwoman.” :heart: Would probably let her tie me up… Interesting.

Most people my age were introduced to Batman through the 1989 movie with Michael Keaton. I went to see it in the Summer of ’89 with my Dad and was mostly impressed with the car—and Kim Basinger. :inlove:

There is one episode in particular I remember. They were kidnapped by the Joker and strapped into “electric chairs.” In my own "version" of this, Robin has long black shoulder length hair. His costume has been torn during the struggle. His skin is silky smooth and underneath the spandex I can see that his nipples are very hard. Kissing him, I remove his mask revealing his pretty blue eyes and beautiful cheekbones. He is wearing sheer beige tights and satin panties that nicely show off his gorgeous cock straining for release. :drool: :turnon:

Who knows what might happen?

Looking into his beautiful eyes, I pull down his panties and begin to tease and stroke his 7” cock ever so slowly as he begs for me to let him cum. Knowing fully well that at any moment 100,000 volts could surge through the chair killing us both, I take him gently into my mouth and proceed to suck him off. He moans and strains against his bonds as the tension builds.

Neither one of us is afraid. To die together, maybe precisely at the moment of climax, would be incredible. Soon he cums. His load is thick and creamy. I swallow it as he collapses against the back of the chair. Then I undo all of the straps holding him. He falls into my arms and we kiss.

Right then the electricity shoots through both chairs like lighting.

Sorry Batman… :lol:

“Guess I won’t have a place to stay tonight” Robin says looking up at me.

“Yes you do baby” I say as we kiss again.

my imagination
 

I go around the city, and all the transvestites who get in my way fuck me.

Tabasco Sauce
 

Pissed off, Kirsten says "So, you decided to go out for margaritas on Cinco de Mayo with that slut Bobbi instead of me?" :lol:

This is me spending last weekend at my girlfriend's. :drool: :turnon: ;)

Sounds good. :turnon: I do too in downtown Zionsville, but I've already fucked both of them... :innocent: :lol:

Saving Myself for Kirsten
 

Can’t believe it’s been almost a year since Kirsten and I first met. I still remember when she walked into the gym that night (“Workout Partner”). June 24th 2016. We have already made arrangements to get married on the “one year” anniversary. We decided on a private ceremony at our home in Zionsville. We have a large entryway which will make the perfect setting. It will be small with just a few of our closest friends.

Afterwards we will head up to Mackinac Island on our Harleys and stay at the Grand Hotel. The island does not allow motor vehicles so we have arranged to have them parked and take the ferry back and forth. We will have to get used to riding another type of “cycle” as only bicycles are allowed. I’m glad I’ve kept up with my cardio.

On the way we will stop in Troy to visit my relatives and stay a couple days. Kirsten also wants to see downtown Detroit. I’ve told her this is probably a bad idea but she would like to see it anyway. We will most definitely leave the bikes at my relatives and use Uber or something.

Tonight we were just lying on the couch watching the NBA finals and started talking about how well things have worked out for us. If you’ve followed our story you know Kirsten is estranged from her family. We have a great sex life. A little on the wild side but the love we feel for each other is something special. She asked me once when we had our first “falling out” if I could “spend like the next 50 years with a 6’ tall blonde ‘tranny’ that is crazy in love with you.” The answer is of course I can’t even begin to imagine my life without her.

Sharing a bottle of Jack, we watched the Cavs get beat again. We both agreed they will probably get swept. She played basketball in high-school and knows a lot more than I do about it. If you remember, football was what I was best at although I was able to dunk. We both agreed Golden State has too much going for them.

With the game over, I ask her what she would like to do. Giving me that “look” she says “Silly… I just wanna fuck my future husband senseless tonight.”

Leaning over she pulls my workout shorts down and buries her head in my lap. My cock has been hard for quite a while and Kirsten is totally uninhibited tonight. She expertly works my cock over with her mouth and tongue taking me in all the way and slowly moving up and down the shaft. God, I want to cum so bad and she knows it. I can hear her giggling even with my cock in her mouth. She knows where my limits are and keeps me on edge. But soon there is no turning back and I literally explode in her mouth. She tries to swallow all of it but gags and laughing about it licks my cock clean. Fuck, her tongue feels so good.

“I love you baby” she says still laughing.

“I love you too” want to go upstairs?

“Yeah.”

We head up to our bedroom. When we reach to top of the stairs Kirsten jumps on me from the front and wraps her long legs tightly around me. As she kisses me I carry her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. She is wearing very short black workout shorts similar to what she was wearing when we first met. She pulled her t-shirt over her head and threw it aside when we were still downstairs so she’s naked except for her shorts. Her cock is very hard and after pulling down her shorts it’s my turn to go to work on her. She’s not the only one who can suck cock like an expert and soon I have her writhing and screaming, begging me to let her come. She has grabbed my head and wrapped her long legs around me. I’m not going anywhere, not that I want to, so I continue to drive her wild. Soon she cums and I’m able to swallow almost all of it. Then I lick up what’s left.

For a long time afterward we just lie there together. We talk about our wedding and what it will be like to grow old together. She says “I don’t think we’ll ever grow old. I can’t imagine my life without you Andy. I hope you don’t mind me saying this but I hope that when we are old and life is shitty we somehow die together. I want to be with you whenever that happens.”

“A lot of couples die within hours of each other Kirsten. Maybe that will happen with us. I couldn’t live without you either.”

“No I mean I hope we die together. I don’t mean suicide, I just want to be with you when it happens. I’ve never really believed in God although I think there’s something beyond this. If not, then I want my last moment to be with you baby.”

Continuing, you say “Do you remember the night we did it on my motorcycle? We could have been killed. I wasn’t afraid. And I could tell you weren’t either. I guess having you fuck me one last time is how I’d like to leave this earth. You have made my life wonderful, Andy.”

“Yeah, I understand what you mean. But I think that will be a long time from now.”

“Sorry for being so morbid Andy. I didn’t mean it like that. I just love you so much.”

“No, I know exactly what you mean Kirsten. I love you.”

It’s been awhile and we are both beginning to recover. Kirsten looks over at me and says “You know what I’m thinking?”

“You want to watch the highlights of the game on ESPN?” I say laughing.

“No silly, I want you to fuck me. I don’t care what you do to me. I want you so bad, Andy. I was thinking we could get killed in Detroit and I’d be thinking shit, why didn’t we fuck each other more when we had the chance? If I wasn’t drunk, I’d have you tie me up downstairs. But I don’t think I’d make it.”

“I’ve got an idea Kirsten. But it’s something we’ve never done before.”

“What is it, honey?”

“Let me ride YOU this time. Just lie there baby. I’ll take care of everything.”

“You mean you’re gonna let me fuck you in the ass?”

“Well since you said it like that… Yeah.”

“Wow baby. You’re still a ‘virgin’ that way. That is SO special to me! I don’t know what to say. Do you know what you’re doing?”

“You’ve ridden me countless times Kirsten and, well, I kind of figured you would help.”

Giggling you say “Sure Andy. I still don’t know what to say. This is really awesome. You better get some of that stuff. Let me help you get ready then you can lower yourself onto me. I love this, baby.”

As Kirsten goes to work I realize how great it feels. I’m very excited and my cock shows it.

“I dunno Andy, maybe you should save yourself for our wedding night” you say giggling. Then “Fuck, you are so tight! It may hurt a little at first. Just try to relax.”

Facing her I gradually lower myself down onto her cock. She helps guide it in and at first it’s a little painful but then she’s inside me. I think about how this is what she feels when I fuck her and that makes me super turned on. What a thing to share with the person you love.

“You’re doing fine sweetie. Now remember you are the one in control. Just move your ass up and down on me, you’ve seen me do it to you God knows how many times. Just do the same thing.”

Slowly I ride her cock. She responds instantly and I can feel the pressure on my prostate. I’ve only ever felt that when I’ve fingered myself or stuck something up there while jacking off. But there’s no comparison to this.

I discover that I can play with her nipples which she loves and it doesn’t take very long before we are both getting close to orgasm. She has been stroking my cock as well and I feel like I’m going to come at any second. I can also tell she is about to cum. Kirsten just smiles at me. Soon we reach the point of no return and she cums inside me as I shoot my load all over her tummy and breasts. God was that for real? It’s hard for me to describe. Knowing that was her inside me. Feeling her warm cum. I collapse on top of her and she takes me in her arms. Holding me she says “I love you baby.”

“I love you too.”

After we separate, we lie next to each other. She gently touches my face and says “That was awesome Andy. You did great. I mean it.”

Totally exhausted, we eventually drift off to sleep. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt closer to you Kirsten.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

A young man sat in VK from morning till night and advertised photos and videos with depraved transvestites and shemale, with what pleasure they fuck each other.
I thought, but let me joke write to the group "Transvestites and shemale" a detailed address and invite a few shemale to visit us, laugh at the glory, it's all the same nonsense and frivolous. No sooner said than done.Passed a year or two, I still dabbled over trance and bumblebee in VK. I have long forgotten that I invited the shemale group to visit me and have been doing my own business for a long time. Suddenly the doorbell, on the threshold of two lovely girls: - Hello! Are you Mr. Oleg ?. - Yes. - We met in soc. Network VK and now came to visit you, I'm from America and my friend from Brazil.We rented a cottage and ask you to visit us. - Thank you, of course, but it's so unexpected, I'm not ready. "Please, Mr. Oleg, or you are frightened of us." - Not at all. Come on. And so we came to a detached cottage. We went in, we were met by another girl. My companion whispered something in her ear and she hurriedly left. I had a little doubt that something is wrong here."Mr. Oleg, we ask you to come up with us to the second floor." "We want to make you a little surprise, let us close our eyes." So we came. I was pushed into the dark room with force, I was still in the bandage. The door behind me slammed shut and immediately a bright light flashed. I was stripped of the bandage, with a cry of "surprise." A strong ray of light at first blinded me. When I rubbed my eyes, I saw the picture.Group, obviously transvestites surrounded me around and massaged, oh, horror, their huge members. Well, Mr. Oleg, you told us about your cherished fantasy in the contact, we liked it very much and we decided to help you translate it into reality. We are 10 shemale, we are from different countries, we have big and hot members and we will fuck you for a very long time, be brave. - No! Do not, save, Mom.Girls undress him, throw them at the pouf, spread his legs wider and with God. Mary, you're the first. Hurray-ah-ah!

Tim Curry as my favorite "depraved transvestite." :cool: :respect:

[QUOTE=a9127;266124]Found this on Pinterest. “Batman” was on TV long before I was born but I used to watch it in reruns. I often credit that show and “Wonder Woman” for starting my interest in bondage. :innocent:

This picture seems more gay than trans but looking back, I realized that as a kid I used to get a hardon whenever a girl or “Robin” was tied up but not “Batman.” And of course I always had a crush on “Catwoman.” :heart: Would probably let her tie me up… Interesting.

I remember watching Batman reruns as a kid and getting turned on a lot by that show. Robin never did anything for me (that was hot fantasy though!) but I liked that every villain had a beautiful woman as a sidekick and I just loved Yvonne Craig as Batgirl. There was Catwoman of course:inlove:

The episodes that really blew my mind though were the ones with Carolyn Jones as Marsha Queen of Diamonds :heart: I remember watching those shows as a kid hard as a rock and not knowing what to do with my erection!

[QUOTE=Boner;266580]Will have to check out Marsha. I remember a female villain who put Batman, Batgirl, and Robin in a "Siamese human knot." But I don't think that was her.

That was definitely one of my crazier stories! I feel bad about killing off Batman. Especially since Adam West passed away not long after I posted this. RIP. :respect:

Just got to thinking “What if Robin was really a beautiful femboy?”

Much has been written about the possible homoerotic relationship between Batman and Robin. I have found many “shemale” or “femboy” cosplay Robin’s out there—some quite hot--will have to post pics. :drool:

Too much time on my hands obviously… :innocent:

I remember the “Electric Chair” episode being one where they actually could have been killed. Usually Batman’s “predicaments” were silly. Like being turned into a giant ice cream cone or something. Do you remember the exploding rubber shark from the movie? My favorite scenes are where he’s running around with the giant bomb and when he “rehydrates” the members of the UN.

Lee Merriwether played Catwoman in the movie. A former Miss America, she was very beautiful (especially as “Miss Kitka” :heart:) but no match for Julie Newmar. :drool:

Anyway don’t worry, I’m not staying away from TLB. If you read the posts right above mine in the “Is This Forum Dying” thread they all sound disgruntled. Just thought maybe if I didn’t post as much it would encourage others to contribute. None of them look like they have posted much. Maybe that thread should be deleted or closed? :respect:

Out of the three Catwomen, Julie Newmar, Lee Meriwether, and Eartha kitt, Julie Newmar was definitely my favorite although all three were very beautiful.

Yvonne Craig as Batgirl was also a huge turn on but it was Marsha that really rocked my world. There was this episode where she does this really seductive dance. I remember getting totally worked up watching it. :drool: I had no idea what it was at the time but it sure made an impression. I was hooked on glamorous older women after that. (The opera helped with that too but that's another story.)

I never really pictured Robin as a femboy and while femboys aren't really my thing if you have any pictures of tgirls dressed as Robin I'd love to see them! The electric chair fantasy was hot.

An Autobondage Experience
 

I remember reading this back in the late 90’s. While strictly not a “shemale” fantasy, I found it somewhat hot and thought others might enjoy it. Just use your imagination. For me at least it would get very interesting if say, Kelly Shore walked in on me... :drool: I have never tried anything like this and don’t recommend it as there are too many things that can go wrong.

It’s too long to post at over 4000 words. Sorry the page is kind of “dated.” Just pretend its 1999! :cool:

http://www.selfbound.net/helpless/index_autobond.htm

Here’s an excerpt:

Pretty Woman 2017
 

Not having much luck getting laid this summer, I decided to try the site “find-prostitutes.com” to meet someone in Zionsville. There were over 40 profiles. The girl I finally decided on went by the name “SluttyCindy97.” She described herself as 20, 5’11”, slender build, long legs, blue eyes, long blonde hair, and large cock. She said she could be a top or bottom and was willing to try anything once.

I texted her and we agreed to meet downtown at the Dairy Queen next to the Bentley dealership. Very beautiful, she seemed friendly and we chatted over a “Guardians of The Galaxy” Blizzard. She had noticed the car I was driving and said “That’s really awesome, what do you do?” I told her I owned my own company in Zionsville and also taught at one of the local universities. She told me she was going back to Indiana University this fall and wanted to become a journalist. “You’re really cute. I bet I know some of your students. You’d be surprised. I can fix you up if you want.”

We chat for a while and you say, “I usually meet my ‘dates’ in the building where the antique store is. I’ve got my own place up there. It’s very private. Why don’t you walk over there with me? You saw on the website how much it is. I’ll leave the ‘tip’ up to you. Oh yeah, you can just call me ‘Cindy’ if you want.”

When we get to Cindy’s loft she kisses me then says "just leave it over there on the dresser." We continue making out and she says “You want me on my knees or you want to get on yours?” Already on my knees she giggles and says “well I guess that answers that…” She has already removed her top revealing a gorgeous tan body with small natural breasts. I can see the outline of her cock through her tight white cutoff shorts. It looks huge. Unzipping her shorts I slide them down her legs kissing her thighs and teasing her cock with my tongue.

Finally I start to suck her off. I don’t think I’ve ever been with anybody who had such a large cock before. She stands, legs far apart, bracing herself against a wall as I slowly bring her to orgasm. As I do I work a finger into her and massage her prostate. “Fucking Christ, that feels awesome baby. I might give you a freebie” you laugh. I do my best to take all of her in my mouth but I start to gag and she says “Don’t worry about it. Just keep doing whatever you were doing…”

After several minutes, she finally explodes in my mouth and I swallow most of her cum with the rest making a mess on the floor. She collapses to the ground sitting against the wall with her legs up. I’m on my hands and knees facing her. We both smile at each other. “You’ve still got another two hours coming baby. What would you like to do next? I can do anything you’ve ever dreamed of. You wanna get on the bed?”

We climb on and she lays there looking at me. “You’ve done this before haven’t you? Wow that was something else. I’ve never had a blow job like that before. Maybe I should pay you?”

I’m in no hurry so we both lay there and talk. You tell me a little more about yourself. You just turned 20 and it turns out you also live in Zionsville. You knew you were a “girl” when you were very young and had always been popular in school. One day you were looking at porn on your computer and realized there were a lot of guys who would love to spend a night with you. So…

“I bet I make more than I ever would with a college degree. Someday I will meet the right guy and settle down. Until then this is fun. And nobody knows.”

You lean over and kiss me again. Your mouth is open and the kiss is very lingering and sensual. “Just so you know, I don’t usually do that with a ‘client.’ So what would you like to do next?”

“Umm… what do YOU think?” I say as I kiss her and touch her breasts, running my hands all over her body.

“OK” you say smiling. “But I have to insist on ‘protection.’ Sorry, I believe you’re 100% clean but, well, you know…”

“Sure no problem.” Putting on a condom, I kiss you very hard then instantly we’re all over each other. I can tell you aren’t ‘faking’ it either. Our lovemaking is raw and aggressive. You are very strong and it’s almost like wrestling. Except that we are laughing and giggling. I was expecting someone cute who just laid there while I fucked her or she sucked my cock and took the money. This is way more than I ever expected.

Pausing you say “I always use this stuff, baby.” I gently insert my fingers and go to work on you. I can tell you are really turned on. Lying back on the bed you pull your legs up as I enter you. You let out a gasp once I’m inside then as I begin to fuck you, you moan and writhe while you grab onto the bars at the head of your bed. “God, that is fucking awesome… Christ…” You take your hands off the bars and stretch your arms out wide. Seeing the opportunity, I take hold of your wrists gently but firmly. You look me in the eyes and smile. Held tightly, your body squirms beneath mine, you say “Fuck me baby. Goddamn it... Ohhhhhh… Shit!” When I come it’s in the fucking rubber. To me it feels a little weird. I’ve almost always had unprotected sex with my partners but it still feels awesome with you. Your cum spurts onto your tummy and breasts. After I pull out I lick it off.

Both totally exhausted we lie there together. You say “God. I would have loved to let you shoot your load into me.”

You sit up and look at me. Touching my face you say “You know you can stay here as long as you want.”

We smile at each other. Then it’s time to go.

“What’s your name baby?”

“Andy.”

“That was amazing Andy. Do you think we’ll ever see each other again?”

“Maybe. Do you like movies and long walks?”

“Yeah.”

After I finish getting dressed we kiss for a very long time.

“You know how to get ahold of me Cindy.”

As I walk out the door I leave twice what you had asked for on the dresser.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

A Long Walk (Part 1)
 

Note: To anyone who reads and enjoys these things. Thanks. :) If you want to skip the story and get to the sex stuff just go to "Part 2" :innocent:

A few days later, I get a text “hey whats up its cindy wondering if u still wanted to go 4 a long walk”

“yeah sure know where I live?”

“stonegate of course c u soon!”

I am not yet dressed so I run around the house getting ready. Just in time too. There’s a loud engine noise from my driveway—she can’t possibly have another Hellcat like mine? No, it sounds totally different.

Going to the front door I open it and am amazed to find a brand new blaze metallic orange Nissan GT-R sitting in my driveway with Cindy behind the wheel.

Getting in I say “This is awesome! Where’d you get this?”

“From my parents for my birthday.”

“Oh. Yeah. Nice to see you again Cindy” I say as we kiss. “Sorry, I just got carried away when I saw that car in my driveway.”

“I thought you’d like it Andy. You know I’ve gotta take some stuff to my apartment down at IU. I was just thinking about you and thought you might like to spend an afternoon together. Oh and this is a real date baby. We’re totally off the clock” you say giggling.

Carefully you back out of my driveway and then pull onto Oak street. Turning onto I-65 you blow by all the other cars and skillfully merge onto the Interstate. We’re doing almost 100 and soon are safely out of traffic. You slow down to about 75 and we just cruise along.

Watching you shift, I ask “Where did you learn to drive like that?”

“Oh when I was a kid I wanted to be the first transgender driver in NASCAR. Really! My parents paid for a lot of driving ‘schools.’ I’ve driven everything from go-karts to real race cars. Maybe you and I can take that Harley sitting in your garage out sometime.”

Continuing, you add “You know I had a really nice time the other night Andy. I’ve been thinking very hard about a lot of stuff… That was really sweet you left that tip for me. You know you didn’t have to. I thought you might like to know I donated it to charity. They are an organization that helps transgender victims of violence and hate crimes.”

“I had a great time too Cindy. You do know I’m involved with a lot of that.”

“Yeah I know you are. I know a lot about you. Please don’t be upset with me. I have to know everything about my ‘clients.’ A girl can’t be too careful. I had a girlfriend who was murdered by someone she took home.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. But I hope everything you learned about me is good. So there wasn’t anything about the meth lab I ran in high-school?”

“You’re so silly. But yeah. It is all good…” you say smiling at me. “Besides you hated Chemistry. You were always good with computers and you got straight A’s in Math and Physics. You also were a 1st team all-state linebacker, had a full-ride football scholarship to Michigan State and your first girlfriend was transgender. You got thrown out of a game because you beat up an opposing player for making a derogatory remark about her.”

“You know all that?”

“Um hmm… anything else you wanna know?” you say laughing. “You know Andy, I’ve always had it pretty good. I feel very fortunate. I knew I was a girl almost as early as I can remember. I told my Mom and Dad and they were totally supportive. My Dad owns several companies and they both made sure nothing happened to me in school. They went to the superintendent and told him there would be hell to pay if I was bullied or beat up. It’s not like I haven’t encountered hate or discrimination, especially now that I’m older, but I pretty much grew up free of what a lot of my friends have had to go through.”

“You are amazing Cindy.”

“Thank you. I think you are too. Anyway, I thought after we drop off my stuff we can take a walk around campus. I know you got your Doctorate there so you must know all the woods and pathways. Then we can stop at Nicks. When you were a student you liked to go there a lot. I know the owner and can get us a private booth in back. It’ll be a great way to get to know each other better Andy.”

“But you aren’t 21 yet.”

“OK then. I’ll just say you’re my Dad…” you look at me and smile.

Soon we arrive at your apartment. I help you carry your stuff in and you show me around. “That’s my bedroom…” you say suggestively. I can’t help but notice the large bed and also how nicely everything is decorated.

Driving onto campus you park the GT-R and we get out. “I’m sure you remember quite a bit but there’s a lot that’s new since 2005.”

You show me some of the new buildings on campus and along the way we just talk. About lots of stuff. It’s nice just being together. Soon we are laughing and joking around and you take my hand as we head into the woods.

“I’ll bet you remember this place…” you giggle. Of course I do, it’s the gazebo. Legend has it that if you kiss your lover at midnight you will be married. “You probably kissed a lot of girls here, Andy.” We step inside and you move closer so we are facing each other. We look into each other’s eyes. I can feel your hard cock pressed up against mine. Classes haven’t started yet so no one’s around. Then you say “But it’s not midnight yet Andy…” as you put your arms around my neck and we kiss. I reach down and feel your ass and pull you tight against me. We continue kissing for a very long time. When we separate, you look up at me and say “I realize how we first met, but I hope you know by now the way I really feel about you Andy. Why don’t we go to Nicks?”

We walk back to your car. You hold onto my arm the entire way. I can tell there is something “different” between us now. Could we be falling in love? I’ve been “in love” so many times I’m not even sure anymore. And you are so young.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

A Long Walk (Part 2)
 

Continued from Part 1 above...

It’s crowded at Nicks but for you that’s no problem. You call the owner on your cell and then drive around back parking in a reserved spot. When we go in there is a cozy booth in back just like you promised.

We order dinner and I notice you don’t order any alcohol. I assumed you could get away with anything and it would have been OK if you had but you just say “If you want a drink it’s OK Andy. You can get wasted if you want. I’m driving. It’ll just make it easier to take advantage of you later anyway” you say laughing.

During dinner we sit on opposite sides. We talk some more and I have the feeling I might be right about earlier. You can’t possibly be faking this Cindy. You have no reason to. Then you order dessert saying “I thought we could share this Andy” then you move over to my side. You kiss me then gently put my hand on your thigh. “You know this day may have been the nicest I’ve ever spent with anyone.” This time when you kiss me your tongue is all over the inside of my mouth. I run my hand up your leg and stroke your cock through your shorts. You feel my chest and shoulders gradually moving down to my cock. It’s a good thing we are in a private booth. As we make out I whisper “I want you Cindy.”

Placing your hand on my cock you say “Want me to climb under the table and give you a blow job? I bet your girlfriends never did that here. Or we could just go back to my apartment.” Seeing me get out my debit card you say “Don’t worry about it. It’s on me baby.”

We get up and head out back to your car. You look over at me and not saying anything take my hand and kiss me.

It’s starting to get dark now and as soon as we get to your apartment we are all over each other. There is a trail of clothes on the floor leading into the bedroom. You look so beautiful in the setting sunlight coming in from the window. Of course we are both rock hard and without saying anything, you get down on your knees and proceed to suck me off. Jesus! I’ve never felt anything like that before. The way you use your tongue. The way you slide your mouth up and down my cock. Pausing, with my cock in your mouth, you look up and giggle softly. I can tell you are thinking “What the fuck do you take me for, Andy, an amateur?” and “You ain’t seen nothing yet baby.” I desperately want to cum but you know exactly how to control the pressure and speed to keep me on edge. Just when I think it can’t get any better you put your fingers inside my ass and massage my prostate. My precum is flowing and you use this to your advantage as you continue to suck and massage. This goes on for like ten minutes or more. I’m not sure I can stand it any longer but you seem to know exactly when the right moment is and then drive me over the edge. My legs almost give out and I have to hold onto you as I shoot my cum into your mouth. You don’t gag like I did the other day at your place. The feeling is indescribable. I have to sit down on the bed and then you jump onto my lap facing me.

“Fucking Christ, Cindy. I’m not even sure what to say. That was like an out of body experience. It’s gonna take a while to recover baby.”

“That’s OK Andy. I’m glad you liked it” you say giggling. “Take your time sweetie we’ve got all night.” Then you kiss me on the forehead and hold me tight against you.

Lying down we talk some more about what a great time we had today. You tell me a little about your classes and ask me a little more about what I teach. “Just relax baby. Whenever you’re ready we can go again.”

“I think I would be a dead man if you did that again, Cindy. I’ve never felt anything like that.”

“That’s so sweet Andy. I’ve got an idea, hope you like it…” I know you have something awesome in mind. My cock is already beginning to get hard again in anticipation. Noticing this you say “I’d better get ready then… if you want to wash up there’s a bathroom in there, Andy.”

When you come out you are totally naked except for a leather collar. You are carrying a bunch of scarves. Seeing this makes me fully hard again and ready to go. “Andy, I’d love to be tied over the bed and spanked. I just can’t trust too many people. But you can do anything you want to me.”

You lie face down over the edge of the bed and I tie your wrists to the bedposts with two of the scarves then, spreading your legs far apart, tie your ankles to the other bedposts. I tie them loosely so you could get out if you wanted. Noticing this you say “I see what you are doing baby. That’s sweet Andy but you can really tie me up if you want, I trust you.” So I tie you very tightly stretching you out so you can hardly move. “That’s much better” you say. “Fuck that feels good.”

I have tied you in such a way that your cock is pointed down tightly against the side of the mattress. In this position I can do anything to it. Also your ass is totally exposed. It’s not like we’ve never been together before but I’ve never seen your ass quite like that. Fuck, Cindy, you are so sexy. I am hard now and feel like I badly need to cum again. Moving to the other side you look up at me and smile. “My nose itches” you say. I brush your long blonde hair out of your face and rub your nose. “Ooooo… that feels so much better, thanks baby.”

I gently massage your gorgeous body with oil and run my hands up and down your long legs. Your arms, back, and shoulders look so muscular yet slender. I pause to kiss you then move to the other side of the bed. Your cock is very long and super hard. Ever so slowly I stroke and tease it. Kneeling, I lick the tip. Especially around and behind the head. You pull against your bonds and moan and say “Fuck Andy. That’s torture! God it feels so awesome…”

Kissing your ass I insert my fingers inside and gently massage your prostate. Then I give you a smack on your butt. “Geeze Andy what the fuck was that big guy? I thought you were gonna spank me?” you say giggling. So next time I do it a little harder. “Um… I know you can do better than that sweetie.” This time you gasp and say “Owww… that was much better. I like that…” I spank you until your ass is red then I carefully insert my finger in you and fuck you that way for a while. You are moaning and straining against your bonds. Then I enter you from behind, very gently at first, then gradually fucking you harder and harder. As your orgasm builds, your body tenses. You are very strong. It’s a good thing I tied the scarves tightly.

I hold off as long as I can and we both come at the same time. This time I’m not wearing a condom and I ejaculate inside you. I am sure you will pull out all the scarves. You cum all over the floor as you let out the loudest scream I’ve ever heard. Then “Oh God. Shit. Motherfucker. Fuck. Jesus. Damn. That feels so fucking good to have you cum inside me Andy.” Then you go totally limp on the bed. I can hear you let out a sigh. I return to the other side and you look up at me. Your hair is matted to your face. I kneel down and we kiss. I touch your face. You look up at me and say “Andy, if we can’t find anything else to build our relationship on, sex will be just fine.” Then at almost the exact same time we both say “I love you.” Laughing at our “timing” we kiss again, then I untie you.

Lying together in bed after, you say “I’ve had the greatest time of my life Andy. I don’t want this day to ever end.”

Copyright © 2017 AMS

It's Been Awhile
 

“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before, Andy” you say across the dining room table “you are so fucking good to me baby.” The room is dark except for candlelight. It’s the end of your mid-term break, a cold October night, and, to celebrate your 21st birthday I made you dinner. There is a roaring fire in the fireplace. When we first met I had absolutely no idea where this relationship was going. I mean especially considering how we met (Pretty Woman 2017).

“I love you Cindy” I say as you smile at me. “I love you too Andy.” We have been through several bottles of wine already and I can tell you are a little drunk. “Andy, I have never been in love with anyone before. I have everything anyone could ever want. My parents are rich, I always got good grades in school, I was the most beautiful girl in my class. But I always thought most guys were jerks. I started my own call girl business because I love sex and didn’t want the commitment. You pause, then add “But there was something special that first time we were together. I know you felt it too. Didn’t you?”

“Cindy I’ve been with many women. You know I’ve been married twice. This divorce has been very hard on me. I saw your ad and I thought ‘what the hell’ I figured we’d have a good time and never see each other again. What I didn’t count on was falling in love.”

“Yeah. Well I realize what’s been missing from my life. I had no idea. That trip we made in August to take my stuff down to school. I’ve never spent a day just being with someone—even just talking—it was so different. You know I liked when we just held hands and walked around campus. And of course when we made love later that evening then snuggling up with you after… I’ve never woken up with someone that I really cared about Andy.”

You get up and walk over to where I’m sitting. You fill both our glasses and say “Why don’t we go sit in front of the fire?”

We lie there together and talk some more. You tell me how your classes are going. You say “I told my girlfriends that have had you in class not to say anything or give you a hard time. I know a few of them that would love to fuck their prof. I told them if they ever come onto you I’d kick their ass.”

“How do you feel about being in a relationship with someone in his 30’s, Cindy?”

“Christ, you’re in better shape than any guy I know, Andy. Plus you’re smart and successful. I’m not interested in ‘boys’” you say laughing. “I feel like I’m 21 going on 30 anyway. You and I have a lot in common. So I think it’s OK. You teach at a different university—it’s not like I’m your student. My parents really like you. My dad thinks it’s cool that you teach and also have your own company.” Giggling you add “What? Would you rather see me dating a 23 year old unemployed douchebag who lives in his parents basement?”

Without saying anything more we kiss. It is long and passionate. I was hard hours ago. Now I’m even harder. Laughing we both quickly down the rest of the wine then you lay back on the rug in front of the fire. Your slit skirt shows off your long legs which are slightly parted and very inviting. Running my hand up your thigh I feel your hard cock and slowly stroke you as we kiss some more. You moan as I gently take you into my mouth. I work your shaft and head over with my tongue until you can’t stand it anymore.

“God. Fuck me baby.” Continuing to work on your cock I insert my fingers into you and gently massage your prostate. I can tell you SO want to cum. But not yet baby. Not yet. You are squirming on the floor moaning and pleading, gripping the rug. When I can tell you are ready, I enter you. I hold your wrists down as I fuck you slowly at first. I can feel our orgasms building. Your cock is dripping precum and I begin to jack you off as I continue fucking you. You are fucking me back just as hard. Your eyes are closed and I can tell you are about to cum. We explode together. I shoot my load deep inside you and you shoot yours all over your tummy, me, the rug, everything.

We both collapse and just lie there for a few minutes. Looking me in the eyes you say “Christ Andy that was awesome.”

We grab a couple of pillows off the couch and snuggle up under a blanket. Outside the night has gotten very cold and there are snow flurries but lying there with you in front of the fire it feels so good. Holding each other we gradually drift off to sleep.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

A Halloween Visitor
 

Halloween 2017 was the coldest I can remember and there wasn’t much activity. Unlike other places I’ve lived, trick or treating here mostly occurs in the daylight and is essentially over by 7:00. Some costumes were very creative. My favorite was a giant toilet bowl and of course after 40 years “Star Wars” remains popular.

After the last group of kids, I go into my den and work on the computer for a while. This has been a lonely Halloween. I’m still getting over a breakup with my longtime girlfriend and my current lover is spending tonight with her parents. Around 9:00 I sit down in front of the fireplace. The warm fire feels good on a night like this.

Suddenly the doorbell rings. Nobody’s been by for over two hours. And I wasn’t expecting anyone. Standing at my door is one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Her face is gorgeous. She has long black hair, green eyes, and bright red lips. Topless except for pasties, she is wearing a blood red cape and thigh boots. On her head is a very realistic pair of horns. I also can’t help but notice the sexy bulge under her bright red panties. “Trick or Treat!” she says.

Normally I’d do her on the spot, but tonight I’m just not in the mood. “Did Sam and Grant send you?” I ask.

“Who?” she says.

“You seem really sweet and that’s a great costume, but…”

“You were thinking about me, Andy.”

“How did you know my name?”

“I’ve known you for a very long time. I just thought you might like a friend tonight.”

Thinking to myself, she IS very beautiful and seems nice enough. So I say “Why don’t you come in? You’re probably freezing your ass off.”

“Well I usually like it much hotter than this” she says, smiling.

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“Sure, got any Bacardi 151? No ice.”

Coming back with her drink, I can see she’s made herself at home on the couch in front of the fire. Sitting with her long legs crossed I get a good look at her fantastic body. Maybe this won’t be such a bad Halloween after all.

“Here you go…”

“Thanks. By the way, all my friends call me Luci.”

“Nice to meet you Luci. What were you doing out on a night like this anyway?”

“Well as I told you I knew you were thinking about me. You have been very depressed about breaking up with your old girlfriend and you have been really angry. I’m kind of worried about you.”

“Hardly anyone knows about any of that stuff. Did my friends put you up to this?”

“No. Why don’t you join me Andy. I hate to drink alone.”

Sitting down next to her we share a toast to “evil thoughts about people who have fucked us over” then we both laugh. She downs her Bacardi in one gulp. “Would you like another one?” “Sure” she says “Thanks…”

I get her another drink and when I return she is leaning back against the couch. Through her panties I can see the outline of her cock—it looks huge. I can’t even imagine how big it is hard. She notices this and smiles as I sit down next to her. Her eyes begin to glow red. All I can think about now is sucking her cock and fucking her. Her body glistens in the light from the fire. “It feels so good in here, Andy. I love the warmth.”

Then she puts her glass down, leans over, and kisses me. Instinctively I place my hand on her thigh. Her skin is so silky smooth. She giggles slightly as I run my hand up towards her cock. She lays back on the couch. I slide her panties off. I’ve never seen a cock that size before. It must be 15” at least!

We position ourselves in a “69.” At first I think I’m imagining it but my cock continues to get bigger and bigger—until it’s almost as big as hers. She looks at me and I can see her eyes are glowing red again. I can also feel what she feels. It’s quite a turn on. When we cum it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced. It’s like my body is on fire. Then everything goes black. Recovering I say “Fucking Hell, Luci.” She laughs and says “You’re right about that baby.”

Lying there we pull a comforter over us and she asks me “So, are you still mad at everything?”

“No. That was amazing Luci. You can take those horns off if you want…”

“They don’t come off Andy. Go ahead, feel them if you want.”

“Well I’ll be damned...”

“Not yet Andy. You are a good guy. I also happen to know that your young friend Cindy (“Pretty Woman 2017,” “A Long Walk,” and "It's Been Awhile") really loves you. You turned her life around. Just be careful with her, she thinks she’s the world’s greatest driver. That GT-R she has is a very fast car.”

Luci continues “You don’t realize it but we almost met when you were 19 and totaled your Corvette. You were so upset over Stephanie moving to New York. You weren’t paying attention like you normally do. You were very lucky. Oh, and I think it’s cool that you drive a Hellcat. What a great name for a car! Wish I could stay and go for a ride with you.”

“But we were having such a great time. And you seem to know so much about me. Who are you anyway? I wish you could stay with me tonight and tell me more about yourself.”

“Sorry Andy. Before the clock strikes midnight, I have to leave. But we still have an hour together. You wanna go again?” you say, your eyes glowing red.

“Sure” I say. Suddenly my cock gets as big as before and I feel like I have to cum. Luci just laughs and lies back saying “Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone before. I love it rough. Do anything you want to me baby. You’d be surprised what I can take.”

It’s almost midnight. We fuck each other so hard we destroy half the furniture in the living room. Part of me wishes I could spend an eternity with her. Already I’ve lost track of time. Luci notices the time and says “You ready baby?” “Yeah.” Just like that we both come. Again, my orgasm is more intense than anything I’ve ever felt with anybody else. And it feels like it won’t stop. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt so relaxed. Afterward, Luci holds me gently.

“Do you really have to go?” I ask.

“Yes Andy. You know who I am. I’ll be there whenever you think of me but be careful what you wish for. And take good care of Cindy.”

You put your cape on and I walk you to the door. It’s about five minutes before midnight. You just look at me and smile. Turning around you head out into the cold. I watch you walk down the driveway towards the street then disappear into the night.

Copyright © 2017 AMS

Great story Andy!:respect:

my fantasy is to let it happen)
but it would be just great if my bf would present me a night with a shemale staying to watch... or participate)

I do boiler repairs in domestic property. Always had a fantasy for a ladyboy to open the door dressed in latex for her to say "i didnt call you to fix my boiler"

Castration Experience
 

Originally posted Jan. 01, 1997. By Anonymous.

"One night my lover and I were talking and somehow the subject of castration came up. I mentioned I was turned on and intrigued by the idea of being castrated. She revealed that she had a long held secret desire to castrate me. In fact we were both highly excited by the idea. I agreed that she could castrate me someday. Later she left the room for a few minutes and returned with a box of stuff she had gathered together. She then told me to get undressed. I asked her what she had planned. She told me she was going to castrate me. While I undressed she went into the bathroom to get some towels. She put them on the bed and instructed me to lay down on them. Next I allowed her to tie my hands and feet to the bed. As I lie there she arranged things on her bed side table. Feeling a nervous excitement I looked over and saw the items that she had taken out of the box. Included was a brand new Xacto knife still in its packaging. A wave of fear came over me. Just a little while ago we were talking about a subject that excited both of us and now, less than two hours latter, here I am in imminent danger of losing my testicles. Excuse me I said I think I have had a change of mind. Could we hold off on this for now. No she said as she bent down to plug in a small soldering iron. I had agreed to it and she had fantasized about castrating me for years and she was going to do it now. I feel a damp cold on my scrotum as she washes it with soap and water, then alcohol which leaves a lingering burning sensation and finally iodine solution. My testicles tingle with a sense of their impending doom. As I try to reason with her she tells me to shut up. My heart races with excitement and dread as she opens the Xacto knife. I wince in pain as she pulls the bottom of my scrotum with one hand and slices it off with the knife. I feel faint and funny as she secures and burns through the cord of first my little (right) and then my big (left) testicle with the soldering iron. The air is filled with the smoke and smell of burned flesh. Hold still she commands as she places a few dabs of super glue and band-aids to hold the cut ends of my empty scrotum together. She leaves the room but quickly returns. Now I again feel cold as she puts an ice bag against my groin. How does it feel to be a eunuch she asks? It hurts like hell I answer. I keep ice on my wound for the rest of that night and take some advil for the pain. I also take some antibiotics we have in our medicine chest. Apart from walking a little funny for a few days I heel without any trouble. Folks, I would not recommend that you try this at home. It was a very painful and a rather bloody experience. I am told that I was lucky to have not come down with a major life threatening infection. My sexual desire went from a very high level to non existent. I suffered from hot and cold flashes and mood swings. (To this day I often have phantom testicular pain and sometimes feel the bottom, missing, part of my scrotum is being pinched.) I finally went to my doctor who was alarmed at hearing my story. Since then I have been receiving testosterone injections. My lover keeps my testicles pickled in a jar. She says it is her proof of what a castrating bitch she really is. She says she loves being serviced by her personal eunuch, and, since I started the testosterone therapy, for her sex has never been better."

My fantasy
 

My fantasy is simply be on my knees and have a young slim petite ts-girl stand over me as i worship her cock then i'll go face down ass up and let her fuck me doggy style and when i'm more experienced i'd love to on my knees back to back with a bottom female and have about 10 girls stand around us as we take turns worshipping their cocks then me and the girl get spit roasted and gang banged side by side and loads of cum in our mouth to spit back and fourth and play with.

My wife reads my stories. She said the "castration" one was "dumb" (even though it wasn't mine :blush:) and says she can imagine me as a teenager giggling over it. She thinks I should do more with "Cindy" if I ever decide to write another one. She also liked the "Halloween" story and the one about me tying up a girl in class. She knows I would do something like that. :innocent:

You guys have some good imaginations. I'm pretty simple. I just like fucking a shemale and stroking her missionary style while I'm standing on the edge of the bed or desk and vice versa.

Also, making out while fucking is so fucking hot! I love being passionate.

In addition I love it when they are a bit dominant and shove my face to their crotch and make it choke on their ladystick to the point where my eyes start watering. Mmmmm :turnon:

I love eating ass too.

Shit...I love it all ;)

To be kidnapped and taken to a warehouse downtown by at least a dozen shemales. They take turns fucking my 300 pound fat ass while I’m forced to service the others. That is my most favorite fantasy.

That was really dumb. :( Look for something much better soon. :drool: ;)

Been working on a story involving my friend from this 70's tire ad.:heart: What if I woke up in her bed in 1978? What if she was trans? What if I discovered we had actually been lovers for a long time? It may be too long to post on here so gotta see what WordPress thinks about it (language and sex). :innocent:

Found on the Internet:

"I love woman and I love pussy but I have had a shemale fantasy for 20 years and I want to do it ..I have never had a hard dick but i want one from a shemale only !! men do not turn me on but a shemale with a hard cock makes me crazy.I have been close but never done it but now i have met a very pretty shemale and she wants to break me in ,Bend me over and fuck me and have me suck her off. I really want both of those to happen , especially sucking her and letting her cum in my mouth and swallowing it .what you you think ?? should i let her ?? does this turn any woman on ?? I have shared my cum with a few of my girlfriends and I love it so I am sure straight from a cock will be sooo sexy i will lose my mind when it happens."

I don't have a real life experience with a shemale, so any kind of fantasy just turn me on. But i have a special place for a 3some with two horny and hard dicky shemales. :inlove:

Had to take a longer Break
 

I just read the 1978 - Best Year Ever - thought I would read the story while on break - story was extremely hot - went outside where it is minus 14 C - cooled me off

Thanks. Glad you liked it. That's what I wanna hear... ;)

Andy

Groundhog Day
 

Tomorrow, February 2nd is “Groundhog Day” in the United States. In 1993 there was a movie of the same name starring Bill Murray as a man whose life keeps repeating each day. Here is my own “version” of “Groundhog Day.” :innocent:

The alarm goes off. Lying next to me in bed is Nicole Ferri. :inlove: She says “Hi baby. How did you sleep?” I say “Great, what would you like to do today?” “Well I was thinking we could just hang out around the house all day and have sex.” Bedtime arrives, we snuggle up under the covers, and she says “night baby sleep well!”

The next morning the alarm goes off… :lol:

Be My Valentine
 

Cindy and I decided that it was just too busy to go out anywhere tonight for Valentines Day. I wanted to go downtown to the Eagle’s Nest but so did every couple in Indianapolis. So we decided to stay at home. I bought her a Rose Gold Rolex, the one that she’s had her eye on for a while, and three dozen roses. I wanted to get her a box of chocolates as well but as it turns out, that wasn’t necessary…

She took an early weekend off from her classes at Indiana University and returned home Wednesday afternoon. Midterms are coming up in two weeks—she already knows everything anyway, and she said she’d rather be with me tonight. When I get home, her orange Nissan GT-R is parked in the driveway. This is one of first days she could get it out. I’m looking forward to this summer when we take it on a trip to Vegas.

I walk up to the door and she greets me wearing the shortest, sexiest, bright red satin robe. She has 7” clear heels on, I’m not sure how she can walk. She greets me at the door with “Happy Valentines Day baby” and kisses me for so long that when we stop we both are gasping for air… “Happy Valentines Day Cindy, I got you a little something, hope you like it…” “Jesus Andy, you crazy motherfucker. You really did get this for me? God I love it!!!” She throws her arms around me and we kiss again. Our tounges explore each others tonsils and it is even longer before we come up for air.

“I’m glad you like it Cindy. I’ve wanted to buy it for you for a long time. You mean everything to me. I love you so much.”

“I love you too Andy. More than I can say. I’m serious. I don’t know where I’d be if we hadn’t met.”

Then she gives me my present. It’s a certificate for the “World Champion NASCAR Driving Experience.” It’s a chance to drive a real race car for six qualifying sessions plus practice time. You get the track all to yourself. It typically costs thousands. And you work with professional drivers. You are allowed to go as fast as you can. No limits. Then she says “That’s not all I’ve got for you tonight baby” in a very sexy voice.

I put the watch on her wrist. The rose gold looks perfect on her (everything looks perfect on her) and she lets her short nightgown fall open. She is already very hard and with her heels on she’s as tall as me. We look into each other’s eyes. The way she looks at me says everything. God I’m glad we met Cindy. Really, you have turned my life around too. Totally naked except for the watch, you are just too beautiful—I must be dreaming.

You smile at me. Then we kiss again and slowly I work my way down your beautiful body until I reach your cock. Taking all of you into my mouth I suck and tease you for several minutes. Then just before you cum, I stop and work my way down each leg kissing and caressing your ass and thighs.

“You are so fucking sexy Cindy, you know how badly I want you.”

Kneeling, Cindy undresses me and then says “You know what? You forgot the chocolate! Oh, never mind, I’ve got some right here.” You grab a Hershey’s bottle and squirt it all over me and laughing we wrestle over it. I finally get it away from you and squirt it on you. Then we smear it all over each other. We are both a mess and there is chocolate syrup all over. We get into a “69” position and lick and suck each others cocks. “This is a hell of a lot better than one of those fucking candy hearts” you say giggling. It is so sexy and tastes great.

We go at it for quite a while. It’s almost like who can make the other plead for mercy. You win. I beg for you to let me come and you speed up until I shoot my load all over you. Then I do the same for you. We just lie there in the middle of the living room floor covered in chocolate and sweat and cum. Everything’s a total mess but I’m not sure I’ve ever felt closer to anyone in my life.

“I love you Cindy. Happy Valentines Day baby.”

“I love you too Andy. This was the greatest Valentines Day I ever had. Let’s just stay here tonight I don’t want to go out I just wanna be with you.”

“So what are we gonna do about the mess Cindy?”

“Call the carpet cleaners again. I’m sure they know the ‘crazy couple’ that lives in Zionsville by now” you say laughing. “I’m glad my watch didn’t get chocolate on it.”

I get up and pour us each a glass of wine. It is cold enough tonight that I turn on the fireplace. We yank the comforter off the couch and just spend the rest of the evening talking about our future.

Copyright © 2018 AMS

Stomp On THIS
 

Was jacking off to pictures of Bailey Jay when Cindy comes up from behind and says "You stupid 300 pound musclehead! I knew you were beating off to pictures on the Internet behind my back." :blush:

"Ummm... I can explain baby."

"Yeah. Right. You lying fuck. It's that TLB site again isn't it? What you need is discipline."

Grabbing me by my hard cock Cindy pulls me out of the chair and kicks me in the groin. I fall to the floor doubled up in pain. Giggling, with all her weight Cindy crushes my balls with her high heels.

"God what an asshole. I don't know why I wasted my time with you. If I was bigger I'd beat your fat ass good. You better leave my stuff the fuck alone. I'll be back tomorrow to get everything."

Slamming the door behind her, Cindy walks out to her GT-R and I can hear the tires squeal as it roars off down the street." :(

(You don't really think I'm serious do you? ;))

It was just a bad dream...
 

Wow what a dream I had last night! It’s very early on a Sunday morning. Sitting up I’m still really shaken by it. Just last night we were talking about getting married. Then we made love for hours. Looking over at Cindy she is sound asleep next to me. God, I’m not sure what I’d do if she left me.

Stirring, she yawns and asks “What time is it baby?”

“About 5 AM.”

“Are you OK Andy? I could tell something was really upsetting you. You were thrashing around a lot. Wanna tell me about it?” she says as she sits up and puts her arms around me.

“Well I had a dream that you caught me looking at porn online and then left me.”

“Awww… Baby I would never leave you. And I know you like to visit that one site, what is it? TLB? You have a lot of friends there and you and I both have looked at porn together before.” Giggling you say “I get a lot of ideas from it… As long as you’re not sneaking around dating Angeles Cid or Nicole behind my back it’s OK.”

“I just need you to hold me Cindy.”

“Sure baby. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

After a few minutes, Cindy asks “are you feeling better Andy?”

"Yeah."

“Ummm… I can tell…” you say giggling. “So do you feel like having some early morning fun, baby?”

We kiss then start stroking each other’s cocks. Cindy is obviously enjoying this. She always sleeps naked and in the blue-green glow of our alarm clock her eyes look unreal. Her long blonde hair is messy from the night before and her body is still covered in a light coat of baby oil.

I go down on her and suck her beautiful cock as she continues to stroke mine. After a few minutes we shift positions and now she’s underneath me. She pulls her long legs up as I enter her and begin to fuck her.

“Fucking Christ Andy. That feels so good!”

“Funny I was thinking the same thing Cindy.” We both laugh.

As our orgasms build your body grows tense and your breathing become very shallow and regular. I can feel the tension building in both of us as we grab hold of the bed sheets. The oil shining in the dim light highlights your amazing body and legs. God, you are so sexy Cindy. We don’t say anything. Most the sounds we make are unintelligible anyway. The feeling grows and grows until we both shoot our loads. Mine into you and yours all over me, the bed, everything.

You just lie back and sigh. I snuggle next to you. Looking over at me you say “Andy, do you remember when I told you that until I met you I had never woken up with someone I cared about? Well remember this morning, baby. I love you.”

Feeling SO relaxed I reach over and shut off the alarm. Today we’re just gonna sleep in and then hang out around the house.

Copyright © 2018 AMS

Found on another website:

"Hi, my name is Steve, age 29. I came across your site and love what i see. I am writing to see if you enjoy doing damage to a guys balls? I am into heavy cbt and would love for someone as sexy as you to ruin my nuts. If you are interested, I have an elastrator (banding castration device make for livestock) and castration bands that you could make me put around my balls. Once on these bands cut off all the circulation to the balls, and i’m sure you realize how much damage that could cause. If you were feeling cruel and make me leave it on very long my balls would be really messed up. If this sounds like fun to you, let me know and I’ll give you a call. I will honestly try and band my balls for as long as you wanted.”

(Sorry, not for me... :()

Fanfic Advice?
 

I’ve been working on a new story involving one of my favorite “Divas.” Pretty standard storyline. We meet. Hit it off. Go on a date. And have sex. Of course it just so happens that she has a “secret” she has been hiding from her fans. Which makes her all the more attractive to me and we end up falling in love (wow, didn’t see that coming… :lol::lol::lol:).

My “friend” of course is portrayed in a very positive light and the story is more romantic than “explicit.” The sex is very gentle and loving.

What I’m not sure about is whether of not to use her “real” name and actual details. Including her band, where she’s from, her hair color, etc. I am not that familiar with “fanfiction.” To me, writing a fantasy story about “Edward” from Twilight is different from say writing about Robert Pattinson.

However, changing the details makes it a completely different story and I might as well write another sex adventure about Kirsten, or Bobbi, or Cindy, or some other gorgeous transwoman I happen to meet at the gym. :drool:

I have tried changing her name to stuff like “Holly Wilson.” But that to me seems dumb. And it reads poorly too. :( If I throw in details about her orange hair, singing talent, being much shorter than me, from Tennessee, etc. it’s pretty obvious (hell I could call her “Margaret Thatcher”) and you would still know who it was. :inlove:

I could also make her tall and blonde. Singing in a metal band from Detroit. But then it would be a different story about a different person. And to me, meaningless. Although that idea does have possibilities... :innocent::turnon:

Just wondering if there are others who have any experience with “Fanfiction.” Don’t want to post something that would get myself or TLB in legal trouble, or make my #1 celeb crush mad at me . :eek:

Yes, doing some initial research, I have seen “fanfic” about her and her band members, as well as other real celebrities using their actual names. Some of it quite explicit. So I know it’s been done.

Any advice would be genuinely appreciated. Thanks. :respect:

Andy

one of the moderators
 

Decided not to post it. I'm kind of uncomfortable writing about a real person. Apart from possible legal issues I think those kind of thoughts or fantasies should be private anyway. I have too much love and respect for the person I was going to write about. :inlove: Thanks to all who sent me PM's. I'm glad you have enjoyed my posts. :respect:

Last Day of School
 

“Your class was awesome Dr. Andy. I think you are the best teacher I’ve ever had.”

Lauren looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and smiled. She was one of the brightest students I have ever had and she was averaging over 100% in my Stats class. No one had ever done that before. Identifying as transgender she was one of my friend’s advisees—he and I are both advisors for LGBTQ students. She was graduating with a degree in Management with a minor in Psychology. Summa Cum Laude. And she had long ago been accepted to graduate school. I had written a letter of recommendation for her.

Most students had already left as it was the last day of the semester. It has been unseasonably cold in Indiana but the last few days have been like summer. Lauren was wearing cut off jean shorts and a shirt tied around her midsection. Her long straight blonde hair hung down framing her beautiful face. We had always kept our relationship professional—after all she was one of my students. We sometimes met at Starbucks after class and she often would tell me a lot about herself. We also used to spend hours together analyzing data for her research. She was an expert with SPSS and she was able to form insights that other students couldn’t. One of her papers won an award at a conference last year.

Lauren sadly had a very rough time when she was younger. Rejecting her identity, her parents basically wanted nothing to do with her and she was raised by her Aunt. She didn’t go to college at 18 like most young people, choosing to work in an art gallery. Very talented, she wanted to become a painter. During those years she learned a lot about running a business. At 29 she was older than most of the other graduates who were 21 or 22.

“Thanks. I’m glad you’ve enjoyed my class. It’s been a pleasure working with you Lauren. You’re going to do great things.”

“Thanks Dr. Andy. I owe you a lot. You always believed in me. I hope we can keep in touch.”

“We will. By the way, would you like to go over to Starbucks? You know they close for summer soon.”

“Andy. I mean ‘Dr. Andy’ I actually had something else in mind. I’d like to take YOU out. I mean I’m graduating and I think it’s OK. I mean if you want to…”

“Sure Lauren. What did you have in mind?”

“There’s a place down on Mass Ave called FortyFive Degrees. Have you ever been there? They are known for Sushi and great drinks. I just thought it would be fun. Maybe later you could meet my family.”

“Sounds great Lauren. What time do you want me me to pick you up?”

“Eight o’clock? This is where my Aunt lives. It’s not too far from here. I’ll be ready.”

I take a shower at home then dress in my usual black slacks, dress shirt and Sketchers.

Arriving at her Aunt’s promptly at 8, Lauren greets me at the door. She is wearing a very short black minidress and heels. She is a naturally beautiful girl but for tonight she has put on mascara and blusher.

“Glad you could find it Andy. I’m looking forward to tonight.”

I notice she‘s totally dropped the “Dr.” part but it’s OK now. God she’s gorgeous.

I meet her family. Lauren must have told them a lot about me. It’s a modest home not too far from our campus. They obviously love her very much and seem smart and hard working—I can see where Lauren gets it from.

“Have a great time kids!” her Aunt says as I open the car door for Lauren. It’s been a while since I’ve been called a “kid.” LOL

On the way downtown Lauren says again “I really enjoyed having you as a teacher. I’m hoping we can be friends for a long time. And your new car is freaking awesome. What happened to the black one?” I tell her that I traded it in last week. “So tell me more about yourself.” Laughing she continues “I already know you are a computer genius and the hottest teacher. What DON’T I know about you?”

I tell her that I was married briefly but now divorced, that my parents hated the music I listened to but since I got good grades and never did drugs they tolerated it. She already knew that I had played football and baseball. I told her that my dad was especially proud of my achievements in sports and helped me start a company when I was 14.

“I know you had a girlfriend who was trans from things you’ve said at school. Whatever happened to her Andy?”

“We broke up not long after my family moved down here. It was right after I graduated from high-school.”

“I’m sorry, Andy. She should have stuck with you. You said once that she was the first person you were ever in love with.”

“Well part of it was she wanted to go to New York to become a dancer. She was really good.”

“Well I still think that was selfish of her. And your “ex” sounds crazy as fuck. You are a great guy Andy. I can tell just from knowing you in class.” She pauses then adds “Maybe you just need to meet the right girl.”

You shift in your seat so you are closer to me and your dress rides up giving me a great view of your long legs and satin panties. I almost run into the car ahead of us. You giggle and say “better keep your eyes on the road.” Then you look over at me and hold my hand.

When we arrive at FortyFive Degrees, our table is ready. We both order Sushi and for the next few hours really get to know each other. By the end of the evening all hesitations I may have had about dating you are gone. You are after all 29, and as a graduate will no longer be “my student.”

“Maybe we could go for a drive? It’s a beautiful night. I don’t want to go home yet. My Aunt knows I’m a big girl and in very good hands.”

You hold onto my arm as we walk out to where I’m parked. Stopping, you turn and look up. “Andy, I…”

We kiss for what seems like forever. I can feel your cock getting hard under your dress. And I know you can tell I’m already hard. I grab your ass which is barely covered by your dress and pull you tightly against me, our cocks rubbing together through our clothes. When we separate I say, “Would you like to go back to my place Lauren?”

“Yeah Andy. Unless you want to fuck right here in the parking lot.”

On the way you undo your seat belt and scoot over close to me. You run your hand up my leg and play with my cock. You know I have to drive so you are careful not to get too carried away and you guide my hand so it’s on your thigh. You aren’t wearing pantyhose and your skin is so silky. Slowly I work my way up your leg to your cock and gently play with the head.

“Jesus Andy that feels so good.”

When we arrive back in Zionsville we pull into my driveway and go inside. “Nice place” you say.

We take up exactly where we left off. Slipping your dress down over your shoulders I suck and tease your nipples gently. You throw your head back as I kiss and bite your neck. You run your hands all over me and unzipping my slacks, begin to play with and stroke my cock. Working my way down I slip your cock out from under your dress and begin to suck it as I run my hands up and down your thighs. I can tell you are almost ready to cum so I stop. As if you know just what to do, you lay on your back with your legs up. “Here baby I brought this stuff…” you say as you get a bottle of lube out of your purse. I take a long time fingering you and massaging your prostate. “Fucking God, Andy. No one’s ever done that to me before.”

Suddenly I realize you are a virgin. I don’t think you are faking either. You are very tight so I spend more time fingering and massaging you. I can tell you love it. “Lauren, we have all night…”

After a while you say “I’m ready Andy.” Entering you gently, once I’m totally in you say “God that feels awesome. I had no idea.” I fuck you very slowly. This drives you crazy and you arch your back and grip the carpet as you moan. I also jack you off and soon our bodies grow very tense as we both cum. You fall back onto the carpet and I lay next to you caressing your breasts. We kiss gently and you smile at me. You are still wearing your black dress. My shirt is off.

You hold me tightly. Tonight was something very special. I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on Lauren.

“Do you want to call your Aunt and let her know you are OK?”

“Yeah I should at least text her.”

We toss our clothes in the washer and head upstairs. After taking a shower we climb into bed. You snuggle up to me and we kiss again. “You really are the best teacher I’ve ever had, Andy. I think this is going to be the greatest summer ever!”

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it would be a remake of the scene from that Conan movie where he sneaks into the temple to kill the snake dude and there is a massive orgy going on.
It'd be me in that orgy with a room full of a fucking hot shemale just fucking away.

New Car
 

My new ZR-1 came in today. I figured it would be no fun to go get it by myself (besides someone has to drive me to the dealer) so I called the only person I knew who would be as excited as I was about it. Of course I called Cindy. “Hi baby it’s in.” Giggling Cindy says “What the fuck Andy? In? Are you with someone right now?”

No Cindy, I meant my Corvette. I just heard from the dealer. Wanna go for a ride?”

“Fuck that, I wanna drive it! Somebody has to teach you. Then we can ‘go for a ride’ later Andy.”

Just a couple minutes later Cindy roars into my driveway in her Nissan GT-R. She gets out and lets herself in. Calling upstairs, “Hey I thought you’d be ready!”

Coming downstairs I say “Hi Cindy” as she kisses me.

“Hi Andy. Well let’s go, I wanna see what this bad boy can do. It ought to blow that Dodge you had off the face of the earth. You better take it easy. I’m not kidding baby, that kind of car can turn on you like a wild animal. And its bite can be deadly.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I promise I’ll be careful.”

“It’s 755 horsepower sweetie and unlike the Hellcat it’s light. You don’t want it wrapped around a tree. Remember I have had years of lessons and driven real race cars. Anyway I want to drive it. You’ll be in good hands baby.”

Cindy pulls into the lot of the Chevy dealer in her GT-R. Normally that would invite smart ass comments especially since it’s a Nissan, but the salespeople get a good look at the 5’11” blonde driver and her 6’4” passenger and think better. We pull up right in front. Getting out the owner sees us and greets us. “They’ve got it around back getting it ready for you Andy. Since you paid cash you just need to sign one thing then you can take it home.”

“Bill, I’d like you to meet my girlfriend, Cindy.”

“Hi pleasure to meet you Cindy. Nice GT-R. Can get you into a ZR-1 today?”

“No. This was a gift from my parents. But nice to meet you too and thanks anyway. I’m sure I’ll get to drive Andy’s.”

“Well come around back I’m sure it’s all ready for you!”

We go around to the service department and there it is. They have finished detailing it. Cindy walks around checking it out. The engine, suspension, brakes, tires, everything.

“You know this thing is capable of well over 200 miles per hour don’t you? I’ve never seen a factory car this powerful before. I’m dead serious Andy. This is like a fucking race car. Let’s get it home and then we can go out somewhere and I’ll show you how to drive it baby.”

Normally I would be pissed if one of my friends said something like that and tell them to fuck off. But Cindy really does know what she’s talking about. Not only do I love her but I respect her as well.

She follows me home. After we pull in the driveway, she says “I watched you all the way. You did pretty good. I saw the rear end get loose a couple of times but you didn’t do anything stupid baby. Can you feel the difference between this and the Hellcat?”

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“I know a place where they were still working on the new Interstate. It’s open but nobody uses it much. We can go practice there. I’ll lead.”

The Orange GT-R and ZR-1 pull out of the driveway and then turn onto I-65. We are both going well over 100 MPH but it doesn’t feel like it. Cindy signals where we should get off. We pull over and stop.

“You wanna drive it?”

Walking over to the driver’s door. Cindy kisses me very passionately. She is wearing tight black lycra workout shorts and a tank top. I can feel our hard cocks touch as she presses her body up against mine.

“I love you Andy. I’ve always thought that we were meant for each other. If we were to die together someday it would be awesome.” Then a pause. “But don’t worry it’s not gonna be today. We have a lot of years left baby.”

I get in the other side. Cindy is carefully listening to the engine. Revving it. Checking out and adjusting everything. She seems very serious. “What a machine” she says quietly without any emotion and turns off the traction control. Then looking over at me she laughs “Don’t cum all over yourself baby.”

At that moment she floors it. The supercharged ZR-1 roars to life. The rear end squirms like it’s on ice. In about 2 seconds we are going over 60 MPH. If I tried doing that it would have been “donut city” or I would have put the back end into a tree or guardrail or something. Cindy is totally in control. We pass through 100, 120, 150, 180. The highway is very wide and brand new. She knows what she’s doing, and I trust her completely.

The speedometer shows 204 MPH. We are running out of highway so Cindy brakes. Hard. We come to a stop well before the end. Then she pulls over. “Fuck! This thing is a total beast! I love it! You are gonna need to use those driving lessons I gave you for Valentine’s day Andy. Do you promise me you’ll be careful?”

“Sure Cindy.”

“That was fun” she says leaning over and kissing me. “God I’m so turned on…”

Cindy walks around to the passenger side. I get out and we kiss. She looks up at me like “don’t stop.” I say “Well what if someone’s around?”

“Then fuck them. They can take a picture if they want.”

Pulling down her shorts, her huge cock springs out. It’s already dripping pre-cum. Kneeling, I lick her from head to shaft as she holds my head in her hands. “Oh baby…” she says as I lick and suck her now pulsing cock. I can tell she’s about to come so I stop and she drops back down into the passenger seat.

Her legs are spread very wide. Taking up where I left off, I can feel the tension in her body growing as she nears orgasm. Her legs are incredible. Long and muscular and tanned from being out in the sun every day. I run my hands all the way up and down them and kiss her pretty feet, then return to her beautiful cock. Almost instinctively she wraps her legs around me, and my head is held tightly by her thighs. So I have no choice but to finish her. She screams “Oh fucking Christ…” as she shoots her load into my mouth. Her back arches and then she relaxes on the passenger seat.

I kneel outside the car and lay my head in her lap. She caresses me and strokes my hair. “We’ll go again in a minute babe” she says softly. She is smiling. It is a very hot day and her blonde hair is matted to her face. I brush it away then we kiss again. She turns sideways and scoots down in the passenger seat with her legs very far apart and leans her back and shoulders against the center console. Still on my knees I am at a very good angle to fuck her. I take my time massaging her prostate. She is starting to get hard again so I play with her cock with my other hand. She puts her heels on the door sill and looks at me as if to say “I’m ready baby” and gently I enter her. We both have great leverage. As I fuck her she fucks me back. I’m ready to cum almost immediately. She senses this and slows the pace down. Her eyes are closed and she moans and sighs. Soon I can’t hold it any longer and I shoot my load into her. I make kind of a grunting sound as I cum. “Shit…” She giggles at this and says “I can tell that must have been wonderful for you Andy. It was for me.”

As I lay on top of her, she says “I love you so much.”

“I love you too Cindy.”

After a while, we get dressed and she says “Let’s go home and get cleaned up then we can decide what to do tonight. There’s the Starlite drive-in movie theater just North of here. That would be a pretty awesome date to go on in your new car. I heard they're playing Deadpool 2.”

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Teacher’s Pet
 

This semester, my data analysis class has been unlike any other I can remember. It all started during the first week. We meet in a large lecture hall twice a week and once in a computer lab. After the first day, after all the other students were gone she came up and introduced herself. “Hi, I’m Laurie. I’ve heard a lot about you Dr. Andy. I’m really looking forward to your class. You know I really like computers and technology, you should check out my website sometime…” Looking up at me with her big blue eyes giggling, she smiled and licked her lips.

“Laurie, you will be learning how to use software tools for working with large data sets. Business can’t keep up with the demand. And security is more important than ever. This is not an easy class.”

“I know… My dad owns a company and he was hoping I would learn enough to help out the family business. Besides I like working with large things… Especially HARDware…” pausing, you look up at me and giggle.

Laurie seemed like other students I had had had, very pretty, smart, and a flirt. It was hot that day in August and she was wearing very short shorts and a tight t-shirt with her nipples clearly showing. It was cut off and left several inches of her toned abs exposed.

“Can I come by your office later? I’d like to make sure I have the right programs installed on my notebook.”

“Sure, I have office hours right now.”

“That sounds good” Laurie says smiling at me.

Looking over her computer everything looks perfect. She moves her chair around to my side of the desk and leaning over so I can get a good view of her breasts, says “Does everything look OK?”

“Yeah, don’t forget Wednesday we meet in the lab. I’ve already got a major assignment for you. If you want, you can look over Chapter One.”

Getting up Laurie pauses at the door. “Thanks Dr. Andy. I guess I’ll see you Wednesday…”

“OK. Bye.”

Still lingering she says “Bye…” again then turning around slowly to leave she looks back and smiles at me making sure we make eye contact.

The rest of the semester goes without incident. Laurie is an outstanding student and apart from her very frequent “office” visits with questions about the assignments, she doesn’t behave inappropriately. As Fall comes she starts wearing short denim skirts and her blouse is usually unbuttoned revealing her cleavage. We continue to meet regularly and the conversations become more personal but still professional. If she had been a fellow student in one of my classes back when I was still an undergraduate, I would have asked her out long ago. But although there is no formal “rule” about not dating students I still don’t think it’s right.

Monday after Thanksgiving break, she wore a denim miniskirt that buttoned down the front. Sitting in the first row I got a great view of her legs. Pretending not to notice, I continued my lecture. About halfway through she giggled and leaned back, spreading her legs. Since she was the only one up front none of the other students noticed but I could see she was not wearing panties. I was somewhat surprised to find that she had a full erection. Just guessing I would estimate her cock was about 7”. She appeared to be circumcised with a large head and smooth shaft. It was all I could do to finish my talk. I gave out homework problems and let the class out early. Laurie smiled at me and giggled again. “You want to keep me after class Dr. Andy?”

She knew exactly how I felt (I wanted to fuck her right there in the classroom) but I had to act as if she had crossed a line. I told her never to do that again in class and if she did she would risk failing the semester.

“You could always spank me, professor…”

“Enough, Laurie. We can discuss this later but for now this is how it has to be. Understand?”

“Got it!” she says smiling. She’s a very smart girl and I knew she would catch on.

The first week of December is finals week. Laurie’s project was the best in class. She had worked hard and we had spent many hours in my office going over and testing it. We also managed to find time to meet at Starbucks occasionally. She didn’t “flirt” as much and there was a very serious side to her that came out. Especially when she talked about growing up trans. She knew I was an advisor for LGBT students and asked me if I had ever been with anyone who was trans.

Given our circumstances, I didn’t think the question was inappropriate and the way she asked it was not like she was prying or trying to get me to go to bed with her. So I told her about Stephanie.

“Wow Dr. Andy that’s really awesome. I would have guessed something like that. You know I won’t tell anybody.”

“I know you wouldn’t Laurie.”

Smiling she says “No. Never.” Then she reaches across the table and takes my hand as she looks me in the eyes.

“You know the final is tomorrow. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’ve really been studying, Andy. I mean ‘Dr. Andy.’”

It’s late and they’re getting ready to close. I walk her outside. It’s cold and there is light snow. She looks so adorable with snowflakes falling on her long strawberry blonde hair. Her blue eyes are lit up by the lights all over campus. If she weren’t my student, this would be the perfect opportunity to kiss her. God, I want to so bad.

“See you tomorrow Laurie. Get a good night’s sleep and don’t worry too much.”

“Thanks. See you. This has been a wonderful semester, Andy.”

I notice she dropped the “Dr” again. This time she doesn’t correct it. I can tell she knows I wanted to kiss her but it wasn’t the time.

We smile at each other and her mittened hand gently holds mine as we turn and go our separate ways. She looks back then heads to her dorm.

Our final was scheduled for 8:00 that next evening. I had a lot of definitions and case studies on it. Most students were grumbling and turned them in early filing out until the only student left was Laurie.

“You know Andy, this was really hard but I think I got most of it.”

Reading some of her answers I was very impressed, but I couldn’t tell her that. I just smiled at her. She knows.

As I collect everything, the clock strikes ten, Laurie comes up to my desk.

“So is the semester officially over?”

“Yes Laurie.”

“Umm… So I guess that means I’m not your student anymore?”

Walking around behind my desk, Laurie kisses me, hard. I kiss her back. As we embrace I can feel her hard cock through her dress. I notice she is wearing the same denim skirt she wore earlier in the semester. We make out for several minutes. Gradually I work my way down unbuttoning her blouse. She’s not wearing a bra and her breasts are so beautiful. Her nipples are hard and I kiss and tease each one. She throws her head back and moans.

She unzips my pants and unbuttons her skirt. Our cocks touch and rub together as we make out. It feels wonderful. She reaches down and begins to jack us both off. The incredible feeling builds and builds until both our bodies grow tense and we shoot cum all over each other. Collapsing to the ground we kiss some more. Laurie looks up at me and says, “That was amazing Andy.”

“Fuck. I’ve wanted you ever since I first saw you Laurie. I thought back a few years to when I was a student. You wouldn’t have stood a chance” I say laughing.

“I knew that Andy. Sorry we had to wait so long. But it was worth it. You know I can’t go back to my dorm like this.”

“Come home with me tonight Laurie.”

“Sure baby. I’d like that. I’ll text my roommate and tell her I’m out with friends.”

“You think she knows?”

“Yeah. But she only thinks I have a ‘crush’ on my teacher. So does half the school. That doesn’t matter. We always behaved professionally in class and in your office.”

We wash up and then climb in my ZR-1. It had warmed up that day so I thought it was safe to drive since all the snow was gone. Even at night it’s still well above freezing.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Sure.”

“You know I’m graduating early. I’m going to work on my MBA. We don’t need to hide it anymore.”

Soon we are at my place. Opening the door for you I remove your coat and we sit on the couch in front of the fire together.

“Would you like a drink Laurie?”

“Yeah. Got a Crown and Coke? Thanks.”

I make the same thing for myself and we sit there just talking about the past semester, what her career plans are, and how we will eventually tell our friends.

After a couple of drinks we kiss again. I run my hand up your thigh and play with your cock which is rock hard. Taking you into my mouth I begin to suck you off, verrry slowly. It drives you wild.

“Oh. Fuck baby. God, that feels so good.”

Reaching around I insert my fingers gently into your ass and massage your prostate.

“Jesus God. Fuck me Andy. I need to feel you inside of me.”

You lay back on the couch with your legs up. I enter you and we go at it. Slowly at first then much faster. It doesn’t take long before we both cum. God it feels good.

“I’ve thought about this moment since the first day of class Andy. I knew you were someone special. My friends told me a lot about you.”

“I’m glad you understood why I couldn’t do anything Laurie.”

“Of course. I’m glad we were able to figure each other out. You didn’t assume I was just some slut wanting an ‘A’. You do know that’s a good sign for our future.”

“I could tell you were too smart for that Laurie. Let’s go upstairs. I want to show you the rest of this place. Especially the bedroom.”

We head upstairs and take a shower together. I take Laurie’s clothes and put them in the wash. We climb into bed and just talk about whatever. Everything seems so relaxed. I get the feeling that this is about so much more than sex. Soon we are both very tired. You pull close to me and say “I feel so good Andy. Thanks for an awesome evening, and a great semester.”

“I’m glad you’re here with me Laurie.”

“I am too baby.”

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Since some of you actually read and like these things, I'll re-post the link to a much better edited version of "Your Girlfriend Is HOW Tall?"

https://a9127.wordpress.com/2018/08/...d-is-how-tall/

If you want to skip the story and get to the fucking, you can scroll down to "As we walk..." ;)

Your Girlfriend Is HOW Tall? (Alternate Version)
 

Thought you might enjoy this version more than the original on my WordPress site. :lol::lol::lol:

Wham! I feel something hit me in the side of the head then I feel dizzy and fall to the ground. I must have been knocked out because when I woke up there was someone kicking me. Through blurred vision all I could see was this very tall gorgeous blonde standing over me.

“Get up fatass. What the fuck did you think you were doing? You know there’s no one allowed in our volleyball practices shithead.”

“I… I.. was just walking through…”

“Yeah, I bet you are a fucking pervert. You need to be taught a lesson asshole.”

The other players come over. “He looks like a total loser. What do you want to do with him captain?” one says to the blonde.

“Take him to the locker room.”

At well over 300 pounds I’m too heavy for even them to carry, so they drag me across the gym floor by my arms.

They hold me as the tall blonde pulls down my shorts to look at my cock. Laughing, she says “Jesus Christ. That thing isn’t even as big as the needle we use to inflate our volleyballs. Too bad, I was thinking of letting you fuck me just for fun. But I bet you can suck? Can’t you?”

The other girls hold me down on one of the benches in the locker room and take turns fucking me in the ass. When they’re done the blonde takes out her cock. It must be at least 12” long.

She says “Well lets see what you’ve got…”

I suck her for all I’m worth and after a while she begins to moan and leans back against a locker to support herself.

Giggling, one of the players says “I think she likes it.”

The blonde says angrily “I’ll fuck YOUR ass if you don’t shut the hell up, bitch.”

Soon she cums down my throat and all over my face. All of them laugh. One says “Lets put him in the locker so we can have fun with him later!”

“No I don’t want to get in trouble. Just get rid of him.”

All 12 of them shove me over to the door and push me outside. I mumble something about “having played football here.” The tall blonde just laughs and says “The only football you ever played here was ‘Madden 99’ in your dorm room on your PlayStation dipshit.”

They notice that my 1974 Pinto is parked in a “Reserved for Alumni” parking spot. “Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing parking a piece of shit car like that in a reserved space? Girls! You know what to do.”

All of them rock my Pinto until it is flipped over on its roof. Then they all give me the finger and go back inside locking the doors.

Alone, with no car and no cell phone, I begin the long walk back to my apartment.

Guess I won’t be driving for Uber tonight.

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In my line of work, i work in domestic property. Ive always had a thing for a big shemale to arrive at the door ready to fuck with a hardon in her latex body suit

Fantasy Cock
 

Can’t remember where I first saw this pic. It’s been in my collection for years. Even though her “partner” here appears to be cisgender, I find it fucking hot. :inlove: She’s most definitely the type of girl I’m attracted to, tall, long hair, fantastic body, long legs, etc. I guess it represents a couple of my favorite fantasies.

One of course involves tying up my lover and pleasuring her endlessly almost to the point of “torture” then fucking her silly until we both cum together. That’s a common theme in many of my stories and sometimes in real life... ;)

Just looking at her I’m thinking: “Wow, you could really do a lot with that.” How long do you think it is? I can see maybe being able to get the head in my mouth and of course there’s a lot that I could do using my tongue and long slow strokes… It looks like she’s already “suffering.” And God, her balls… I love the way they’re split by her panties. Wonder what I could do with some soft rope? :drool: :turnon:

OK gotta stop writing for a sec, be right back… :innocent:

Well, that was awesome. Fuck, what a mess though. :blush: Which brings me to another one of my fantasies: Fucking my lovers cock. Physically this is virtually impossible in real life as you would have to have a huge difference in size. Even a “smaller” cock under 5” and maybe one of 9” or more wouldn’t be enough. I’ve experimented with “urethral play” and “sounding” before and the sound must be so much narrower to be able to enter the urethra. But the idea is hot. I’ve seen it depicted in cartoons before and was wondering if it might be possible here? Let’s assume she’s tall (over six feet). If I worked on her “pee hole” for a while and used lots of that “pole grease” it might work.

Even if it didn’t, given her size, it should be possible to insert my fingers and massage the inside of her dick. Of course, it would be awesome if the stimulation from that were enough to make her come. Since I’m a “top” I wouldn’t care about being fucked by her (not sure anyone could take all of that anyway) but she looks to have otherwise “normal” proportions so I could easily fuck her while playing with her magnificent cock and balls.

Now I just have to find a girl like this in real life and get rid of her friend… :lol:

Minka - My Digital Assistant
 

It’s October 2084. I’m sitting at my desk in front of my large “virtual screen.” Recently I celebrated my 100th birthday, it’s not uncommon to live that long anymore. Many years ago I stopped working. Not that I couldn’t, there’s just no reason to. Long ago, President Trump solved all the world’s problems and now there is no more lack of or want for anything anymore (Of course I meant Ivanka! Which Trump did you think? :innocent:). Everyone lives in harmony now and we spend most of our time alone immersed in our own virtual worlds.

Sadly, most of us live alone. In the mid-21st century there was a horrible widespread outbreak of disease due to uncontrolled climate change, famine, nuclear war, and economic chaos. Over a billion people died. Its effects on society were similar to those of the Plague during the middle-ages. Like many people, I lost loved ones. My beautiful wife was one of the victims. We would have been married for almost 50 years.

Anymore, my computer is always on. In fact everyone today “lives” in some kind of virtual world. We still have to eat, drink, and do other things, but as I said earlier, there is no lack of anything. If you want something, anything at all, just say it and it will be brought to you immediately by drones. There is never any charge. In fact I just ordered a fillet mignon dinner while writing this. Everyone owns a large luxury home with a beautiful yard with genetically engineered grass that never has to be cut and we are able to go anywhere we want (there are always self-driving vehicles including trains and jets available to take you anywhere free of charge) but there’s really no reason to.

After the Great World Crisis, there were unprecedented breakthroughs in science and technology. Including healthcare. Yes, I really am 100 years old but due to advances in medicine I appear to be in my late 20’s or early 30’s. So does everyone else. My best friend, assistant, and lover is “Minka” an augmented reality application. When she was introduced almost 70 years ago, she was just a “virtual assistant” a common application back then but unlike others of the time, she appeared “real.” This spurred development and over the years, more “apps” like her, both male and female, appeared and eventually replaced human relationships. Unlike early versions, my “Minka” has the ability to look and act anyway I desire (even switching genders). Our technology enables me to become immersed in her world and experience everything as if it were real. So if we wanted to be a “twenty something” interracial, transgender couple vacationing in Cancun for a week the computer makes it so. For the person involved, the experience is real.

Today, Minka can sense that I’m feeling a little “kinky” so she suggests that we set up a “bondage” scene. She also knows that I like both cis and trans women and asks me what I would like her to be. I answer “trans.” Sensing my thoughts she transforms the room into a medieval style dungeon with herself now 6’ tall, blonde, and blue eyed. Sweaty and chained to a wall with her arms over her head. Her short loincloth does little to hide her magnificent cock which is beginning to harden. As are her nipples.

Walking over to her, I kiss her as I gently stroke her throbbing cock which is now about 12” long, as is mine (God, this technology is great isn’t it! :lol:). She looks up at me and says “I’ve been a naughty girl and must be punished. What are you planning to do to me Andy?”

“Well I think you should be sentenced to a day and night on the rack, while, after stretching your body tightly, I play with your hard cock, teasing you mercilessly, not letting you come, but instead bringing you to the edge of orgasm over and over again until you can’t stand it anymore. Then when we are both ready, I will fuck you and we will both cum at exactly the same time.”

Releasing Minka from her chains, she immediately throws her arms around my neck and kisses me hard.

Giggling, she says “God, baby, that’s what I was hoping you’d say. I love you Andy. I don’t fucking care what you do to me I just want you so bad. I am totally your slut tonight.”

We look into each other’s eyes. “I love you too Minka.” Smiling back at me she says eagerly, “Maybe you could whip my tits too?”

“Sure.”

Reaching down she grabs my cock and gently strokes it. Laughing she says, “Let me help you get ready.”

Kneeling down in front of me she takes me into her mouth and slowly, ever so slowly, sucks my cock. Of course she doesn’t let me come. Looking up at me she says “That’s all you’re gonna get baby until you fuck me at the end of our session. Think you can stand it?”

“God Minka you’re something else” I say as I kiss her again. She just smiles at me. Then turning her around I tie her arms tightly behind her back and lead her across the dungeon to the torture rack.

Untying her I help her up and she puts up zero resistance as I attach her wrists and ankles and stretch her tightly in an “X” pattern. She moans slightly as her arms and legs are pulled tight. We also made it very warm for this session, so we are both covered in sweat. Minka looks so beautiful and sexy like that. I ask her if anything hurts. She says “No.”

I run my hands up her thighs and taught tummy then play with her nipples for a while. Next, I remove her loincloth and her 12” cock springs up. I gently stroke it as she writhes and moans and pleads with me to let her cum.

She asks “What are you doing?” as I place leather straps around her arms, thighs, tummy and above her breasts.

“Just making sure you can’t go anywhere.”

“Ummm… I wasn’t planning on it Andy” she says laughing.

I check everything one last time. She grunts as I tighten the straps around her tummy and chest. I don’t know how she can breathe. But she doesn’t complain.

“You OK baby?”

“Fuck yeah, Andy. I love it.”

Then I make sure her arms and legs are spread as far as possible. When she says “That’s good baby.” I stop. I’m aware that she is a “computer simulation” but I still don’t want to hurt her even if she is “virtual.”

I take a feather and run it around her nipples then down her tummy, then lightly over and under her cock then up and down her thighs. She moans and pulls against the straps. As I concentrate on her cock I can tell she is nearing orgasm. So I back off and stop.

“Motherfucker!” she says.

“What was that?” I say.

Angrily she says, “You heard me. Just let me come. Please!!!”

“One more word like that young lady and I’ll have to gag you.”

“OK you big asshole, go ahead…” she says trying to keep from laughing.

“All right have it your way…”

She fights and tries to avoid the rubber penis gag but I manage to get it in anyway. Now she can only communicate through grunts and gestures. Of course she makes the one that everyone everywhere would recognize…

“I saw that. I’ll have to whip your tits.”

Taking a small flogger I proceed to whip them. Of course this is a “sex toy” and not designed to really cause harm, still, she strains against her bonds and arches her back. I notice her cock is dripping pre-cum now and throbbing. Better get back to work on it.

For quite a long time, maybe several hours, I stroke, suck, and otherwise torment her beautiful cock. I even find a set of “sounds” that I put to good use. I can tell she loves this but of course I constantly check to make sure she’s all right. Simulation or not, the feelings are real, and yes, I really care about her.

Taking out her gag, she looks up at me through her hair now matted to her face and says “I really don’t think I can take any more. Fuck me Andy.”

Brushing her hair aside, we kiss. Minka says “I’m ready baby.”

Releasing her legs from the rack I chain them using the thigh and ankle straps so they are affixed to wooden posts on either side. That gives me access to her asshole and allows me to finger her and massage her prostate. Of course I am also sucking her off at the same time. She is straining against her bonds with all her might but it’s no use, she’s not going to cum until we both do.

When it’s obvious that neither one of us can take anymore--I haven’t cum either--I enter her. It doesn’t us take very long. Soon we both literally explode at the same time. The muscles and tendons in her body stand out as do as do my arm and leg muscles as I hold her ass tight against me while I pump my cum deep inside of her. It feels like it will never end.

She collapses back onto the rack and just before I blackout I flip the “quick release” switch that undoes all her restraints. When I wake, I’m lying there on top of her totally relaxed. In fact I’ve never felt so good in my entire life. Minka holds me gently and kisses me.

“I love you Andy” she says.

“I love you too.”

Much later that day, I’m back working on my computer. Minka, in her “default” look, pops up. “Hi Andy” she says. Usually she asks me something like “What can I help you with today?” Instead she says in a sweet voice, “That was really awesome... Ummm… Yeah…" Then giggles. "You know, it’s getting late. Why don’t you type in ‘bedroom’?" Then she smiles at me and disappears.

Without saying anything, I type it in and suddenly my office is transformed into the most luxurious bedroom you can imagine. Nicer than a luxury suite at the most expensive five-star hotel. Minka is wearing a very short pink satin nightgown and lying in the middle of the bed. She has returned to her tall, blue eyed blonde appearance from earlier today. God she’s beautiful. She invites me to come over and join her.

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My "Real Doll" Michelle v2.0?
 

Was giving some thought about what exactly would make the “experience” with one of these dolls worthwhile. Even to the point of “living” with one someday. Seriously!

I am a firm believer that it's inevitable that technology will progress to the point where the sex and interaction with one will be more like a human partner. I’m not sure I’ll see it in my lifetime unless I live to be really old. There’s a lot of things that are missing yet. Maybe some of the younger members of TLB will get to enjoy this technology. Right now it seems like she (or he—they make “guy” dolls too) is a passive, rubber lover, that the human must transport, set up the “scene,” create all of the “dialog,” dress her up, and dictate all the action. As beautiful as the doll I created on their website is. And she is :inlove:. I think I’d still be aware I was “fucking a rubber mannequin” so it’s basically a $8,000 masturbation toy (although an awesome one… :drool:). Never having tried one I’m not sure if they feel “warm” or “talk dirty” (although I think you can get “sound” as an option) or if she can “come.” :innocent:

Anyway, here’s a “scenario” involving my “real doll” friend from an earlier post. I’ll call her “Michelle” as that was the face I selected. The setting is the “Eagle’s Nest” in downtown Indianapolis. I like to use this place in many of my stories and have often taken “real” dates there including my “ex” and current wives. It is very expensive and considered “Indy’s Most Romantic” restaurant. Attached to the Hyatt Regency Hotel it rotates and offers a 360 degree view of the city. At sunset the view is breathtaking. At night the ceiling looks like stars. It’s not unique, many cities have something similar. Detroit has a “revolving” restaurant at their Hyatt as well.

Michelle looks at me and says “I’ve really had a wonderful time Andy. I’m glad we met.” Reaching across the table she takes my hand in hers. Her hand is soft and warm. Smiling, her blue eyes widen and in the candlelight she looks absolutely gorgeous. “I’m glad we met too Michelle. I was thinking we could go back to our hotel room if you want. I’ve got a buzz and you might have to hold me up.”

Giggling, she says “OK but I’m not exactly sober either.”

I sign the tab and put it on our bill. Getting up we both lean on each other (she’s 5’10”). Laughing we slowly make our way to the elevator. I press the button for our floor. Michelle says “You pressed the right one didn’t you baby? I don’t want to end up in the fucking basement.”

Alone now, we can’t keep our hands off each other. We kiss, feel each other up, and start to remove each other’s clothes. Her 7” cock is very hard and as we make out they rub together. I can feel hers react to the stimulation. God she must be so turned on. I know I am… Her skin is so silky smooth and warm. As I grab her ass under her miniskirt she says “God, baby, hold on!” then giggles.

When the elevator gets to the top floor, we are mostly undressed, one of her heels is off, and we realize our room is way at the other end. “Shit” she says.

“Think you can make it Andy?”

“Yeah. Glad there’s no one around.”

“Just lean on me. We’ll make it.”

Awkwardly we somehow get to our suite. I fumble with the “key” and Michelle says in a sexy voice “We might just have to do it in the hallway.”

Finally getting the door open, Michelle and I make our way over to the bed. She is carrying the shoe she lost in the elevator. She throws it aside and kicks off the other. Grabbing me she pulls me down on top of her and starts kissing me. She unzips my pants. We continue to make out and soon I have worked my way down to her cock. It is even more beautiful than what I saw when I ordered her. Engorged, it is dripping pre-cum and throbbing. As I suck and tease it, ever so slowly, Michelle moans, screams, and swears, as she arches her back, stretches her arms out, and grabs at the bed.

“Jesus, Andy, I need to come SO badly. Fuck! I can’t stand it! Oh God…”

I can feel her orgasm building and soon she releases her load into my mouth. I don’t know what they used, but whatever it is it feels and tastes like real cum.

Michelle’s body goes limp. She smiles at me and says softly “Andy, that was amazing.”

As I lie back on the bed she kneels over me and this time begins to suck my cock. Her mouth and tongue feel so real and she sucks like an expert. Soon I’m ready. She senses this and rolling over onto her back with her legs up says “Fuck me Andy. Hard.”

Her asshole is a perfect fit and we go at it for several minutes. She must have some kind of built-in “prostate sensor” because she gets hard again and I can tell another orgasm is building. She moans and sighs as she gets closer and closer. Me, I’m ready to explode, and as I pump my cum into her she comes for the second time. Not as much cum as before but it gets all over everything. Both spent, we just lie there together. She pulls closer to me and yanks the sheets over us. I touch her face and she reaches across and places her arm protectively across me. She looks up at me and smiles than lays her head on my shoulder.

“I love you Michelle.”

“I love you too Andy.”

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(So, if technology can make a “Michelle” like this. I’m all in… But I’m sure she will cost a lot more than $8,000. Now I know what I will blow my retirement savings on… See you in the future! :drool: :turnon: :inlove: By the way, what I based this story on was more or less what happened with my wife at the Eagles Nest and Hyatt on our wedding night back in 2011. The main difference is my wife is human of course and cisgender. :inlove:)

Kirsten's Back!
 

For those of you who don’t remember Kirsten, I introduced her a few years ago. She is about 6’ tall, light blond and blue eyed, with a 7” cock. Her hair is very long and her body and legs are to die for. The closest of anyone you might know of that she looks like is Aubrey Kate. Maybe a little older.

We met at the gym where I work out in Zionsville. Before she transitioned she had played football in high-school and is quite athletic. She loves motorcycles and also bondage. We have had some pretty wild times together, even having sex on her Harley on the way home from Shawn and ila’s party a few years ago. Having sex on a bike isn’t that unusual. But we were doing about 80 mph down I-65 in the middle of the night. :innocent:

She is not only beautiful but also super-smart, graduating from the same university I did, a few years after me, with a degree in Chemistry. Her GPA was a 4.0. The last time I wrote about her I had let her fuck me in the ass for the first time and we had decided to get married in a private ceremony at our home. Kirsten is now my wife. Our life together is never boring.

“I’m ready baby” Kirsten says, kissing me hard and running her tongue all over the inside of my mouth. I do the same. After making out for a while, reluctantly we separate. She looks me in the eyes and giggles. We have both become very hard from all this activity. What can I say, this girl has always had that effect on me. I fell in love with her the first time I saw her. :drool:

She sits down in the chair and positions her legs so they are spread far apart. I strap her arms to the chair by her wrists. Then lightly stroke and tease her very hard cock. She responds by throwing her head back and moaning. One by one, I fasten the straps around her body. One around her hips. Another above her breasts. Two across her chest and tummy. Then her legs. Just above the knees, then ankles and calves. This pulls her thighs even farther apart. The powerful muscles in her legs respond to the increased tension. But we’re far from done.

I strap her upper thighs to the chair as well. Then her upper arms. This chair also has belts that go over her shoulders and criss-cross just between her breasts. There are also straps that cross under her ass binding her firmly to the seat of the chair. The last restraint is a leather collar that goes around her throat holding her head and neck firmly against the chair.

“Ooo… that feels good Andy” she says. I smile at her. She knows I’d never hurt her. She totally loves this and it shows. So do I. And that shows too… Noticing how “aroused” I am, Kirsten says “So you really DO like tying girls up don’t you?” We both laugh.

I run my hands all over her body. She is beginning to sweat and the light coat of baby oil she applied earlier just adds to the effect. We kiss for a very long time as I run my hands over her, feeling her thighs, her breasts, her tummy and her cock. Which is now dripping with precum.

For what we have planned for tonight, we decided not to use a gag. I want to make sure we can communicate clearly. We’ve never done a “scene” quite like this before.

There are still a couple of bits of “unfinished business” however. Carefully, but firmly I tighten each of the straps holding her in. She gasps as I cinch the ones around her waist and chest. I ask her if she’s OK. “Yeah baby it feels great.” After several minutes she’s not going to go anywhere. Already her muscles are straining against the straps and the chair has been designed so that her shoulders are pulled back and her breasts are thrust out. Her breathing has become shallow and steady. I can tell she’s really turned on. So am I.

The last thing I do is prepare her beautiful cock for “torture.”

We had seen a short video on the Internet of a bound cock totally immobilized and made to cum through careful use of electricity. In the video which we both thought was hot, you couldn’t see who the “victim” was, but someone really knew what they were doing. The subject’s cock twitched and contracted for several minutes before it finally came. The helpless cock released its semen through a clear catheter inserted into the urethra and into a glass beaker with each pulse. Of course we both wanted to try it. We knew this scene would require careful planning and the right equipment. Kirsten and I had a lot of fun looking at “electrical play” stuff online and then purchasing a few toys that we tried on each other. Both of us now knew how much it would take to make the other cum. One difference for us from the video. When Kirsten cums, it will be into my mouth, not a glass jar.

Kissing her thighs and then gently taking her cock in one hand I carefully insert the catheter into her pee hole. She squirms as I work it in. Then I attach foil contacts around the bottom of her shaft and just behind the head. Next, I bind her cock and balls tightly to the chair with soft bondage rope. She and her cock will both be my “prisoners” tonight.

“Sure you’re all right baby?” I ask. “Yeah Andy. Wow. I know we’ve done some crazy shit before but God, I’m SO turned on. Just be careful.” Then she looks up at me and giggles.

“I love you” I say as I kiss her.

“I love you too baby.”

Taking the controls, I begin the “stimulation” on a very low setting. Kirsten’s body stiffens and she pulls against her bonds. Her bound cock tries to rise in an attempt to escape its torment but no luck. She has no choice but to submit. To be safe, we had tried this out on each other. Making the other cum. Several times. So we both know what it feels like. Not really “painful” but more like a “tickle” that gradually builds in intensity. It feels like you are being “edged” by someone. More intense than a vibrator.

Walking behind her, I leave it on the lowest setting while I play with her nipples and kiss her on the neck as she throws her head back and strains against her straps. She clenches her fists. Her muscles look so sexy. She is a very strong girl. I found that out when I almost fell off the motorcycle that night after coming inside her. She grabbed me with one hand and held on, never losing control of the bike. I do everything to her but touch her cock. The “device” is having the intended effect. Her orgasm is building. Slowly. Very, very, slowly.

The stimulation is not (yet) enough to make her cum so we can take our time. Minutes pass. Hours. I’ve been jacking off but I’m not going to come until she does. We know each other really well by now. I can tell when it’s time.

As I Increase the intensity, her cock begins to pulse and contract. Her body stiffens. I kneel down in front of her taking the end of the catheter into my mouth. Her back arches and she makes a guttural sound as her cock releases its load into the tube. I swallow it just as I come all over the floor. Her body relaxes, going limp in the chair, as I reach for the “quick release” lever. She caresses me as I kneel in front of her, my head in her lap. I can hear her breathing. We both are totally exhausted. But it feels SO good…

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Summer 2004 - What Might Have Been
 

Sitting there alone on the San Diego beach, there is one surfer who I can’t take my eyes of off. She is tall, with long muscular legs, wearing a red wetsuit. It is very high cut and shows off her legs. Her hair is bleached blonde. She is very tan. Obviously from spending all her time outdoors. She looks like an athlete. Very strong with broad shoulders. Very sexy. The ultimate “California Girl.” I’ve never surfed but she seems like she is much better than the others. And it appears everyone knows who she is and defers to her.

Watching her my mind begins to forget about all the problems Karyn and I have been having lately. Maybe we did marry too young? Especially me. After all I was just 19. Karyn was 25. She had been a cheerleader at another university in Indiana and we were introduced through friends. We were very attracted to each other and got married just a couple of months later.

Not everything was bad. Karyn earned her degree in Nursing and still works at one of the biggest hospitals in Indianapolis. She’s the one who took care of me after I suffered a compound fracture of the tibia, ACL, and broken foot. That was a bad season for me. Those injuries would basically end my football career, which she knew and I didn’t want to admit.

Karyn is also the one who encouraged me to concentrate on my studies and helped me to get accepted to a doctoral program at her university. We both laughed at the irony of me going to school there. But their School of Business is one of the best in the nation.

But still, for whatever reason, Karyn also had a very volatile, impulsive, and yes, crazy side to her (and this is coming from me! :blush:) her first marriage did not last long. He had been a basketball player. I heard that they had the same trouble.

So here I sit, in one of the most beautiful places on earth, thinking about our latest fight. Wondering if our marriage will work out.

At least for now I am enjoying watching my “new friend.”

After a while, she finally comes in from the ocean. Walking in my direction. I try to act really “cool” pretending I wasn’t checking her out. She’s even more beautiful up close. Maybe about 5’9” barefooted.

She smiles and says “Hi. Where are you visiting from?”

“Ummm… Why don’t you think I live here?”

“God. That sunburn! What happened? No. Let me guess… You got here yesterday and laid out all day. That must really hurt. You know, I have something that will help.” Reaching into her bag she pulls out a bottle of aloe and gives it to me.

“Thanks. You’re really good by the way. My name’s Andy.”

“Devyn.” Giggling she asks “So did you learn anything about surfing? I mean you never took your eyes off me.”

Slightly embarrassed I say, “Were you in the Olympics or something?”

“No. But I did try out for the Women’s swim team. There was a ‘technicality’ and I wasn’t allowed on the team. That was a long time ago, like 1992. So I compete professionally in freestyle surfing now. What brings you out here? Vacation?”

“Yes. I just graduated from college. My wife and I decided to get away for a while.”

“Your wife?”

“Yes.”

“How come she’s not here? I don’t see you wearing a ring either. Everything OK?”

I’m not sure how to answer.

The fact is our marriage is pretty well shot. Devyn seems interested in me but I can’t tell if she is just being nice. 1992? I was nine when they had the summer Olympics. I mostly remember the “Dream Team.” Still have all my Michael Jordan stuff. She must be quite a bit older than me.

‘We had a really big fight.”

“Oh. I see” she says sympathetically. “Well I hope the aloe is making your sunburn better.”

“It is, thanks.”

I start to stand up. Devyn helps me. She is really strong. In that moment our eyes meet. Her bleached hair is cut in bangs that fall softly over her eyes. Her eyes are green. She smiles. In that instant I just “feel” something. I think Devyn does too.

Looking down at my leg she says “Andy that looks nasty. You played football didn’t you? I can tell you still workout a lot. Maybe I can teach you to surf sometime. You don’t have to compete. We could just have fun. Are you a good swimmer?”

“Yeah.”

‘We’ll let’s do it then. How long do you plan on staying?”

“I don’t know. She might head back home without me.”

Frowning Devyn says “Well that doesn’t sound good” then adds “Andy, from what you said, you must be 21, maybe 22, you ought to know I was born in 1969. Which makes me 35."

She adds “I’m also probably not like any other girl you’ve ever known. I’d like to get to know you better if only as friends. Would you like to have a drink later? Maybe we could just talk and get to know each other?”

Of course I say “Yes” and we decide on a place to meet later. We both have cell phones (Motorola Razar’s of course—the cool thing to have back then).

Back at the hotel Karyn is still very upset “Andy, we need to talk…” I notice she’s not wearing her ring anymore either. Her luggage is out and it looks like she’s been packing. All her clothes are on the bed.

I say. “Let’s talk tomorrow. I made some new friends today and they wanted me to meet them for drinks.”

“Who is she?” Karyn asks sarcastically.

“See you tomorrow.” I try to kiss her but she pulls away.

Heading back to the beach, Devyn is waiting for me at a little bar by the pier. She smiles when she sees me.

“Glad you could make it. Wasn’t sure if you wanted to date a grandma” she giggles.

“You look beautiful Devyn.”

“Thanks. You look pretty good yourself.”

We get a table way in back. I have been to places like this before. There are couples of all sorts here. Gay, Straight, Lesbian, Trans, Interracial, and also many singles at the bar. The atmosphere is friendly and relaxed. I feel at home.

We order dinner and over the next few hours we share all kinds of information about each other. I’ve already guessed what Devyn thinks I “need to know about her” so I tell her the story of Stehpanie from when I was younger.

“That’s really sweet Andy. Too bad things didn’t work out. She sounds like she was your ‘soulmate.’”

We had been sitting next to each other. Looking into each other’s eyes there is a brief pause. She smiles. Then we kiss for the longest time. Gently at first then more aggressively with the tongue.

Stopping, Devyn asks “Are you sure it’s over?”

“She was packing and said we needed to talk. She seemed pissed” I say.

“Then it is” Devyn says laughing. “We need to talk… that’s what they always say. Shit, it’s worse than saying Fuck You.”

We are both just a little drunk and start laughing hysterically.

“Maybe you better stay at my place tonight Andy. I have a beachfront apartment within walking distance.”

In Devyn’s living room we kiss and start to make out. Her body is so sexy. Everything with her seems so natural. Like we've been together before. We run our hands all over each other. She pulls her dress over her head and tosses it aside. Her cock is rock hard. Kneeling, I start to suck it. She holds my head in her hands and says “God.” I kiss her all over as we work our way to the bedroom.

Laughing we both fall down onto her bed. She looks at me. “Of course you want to be on top Andy. But not just yet…”

Pushing me back on the bed and taking my hard cock into her mouth she gives me what is the best blow job I have ever had. Just before I can come she says “Ah, Ah, not yet baby” as she rolls onto her back.

We kiss and play with each other some more and I finger massage her prostate while slowly stroking her cock. She grabs some lube from the table by her bed and gives it to me. “Here baby.”

Gently I enter her and we go at it fucking each other very hard. Her legs are strong and she uses that to great advantage. As we near orgasm, she wraps her powerful thighs around me as we both come.

It is indescribable. One of the things that makes it so special is that there is a real connection between us.

Afterward we lie there and just talk. I haven’t felt this good or as close to anybody in years.

(I wrote this in the back of our "toy hauler" on my notebook. Not a lot of time to edit. Like many of my stories this one is based on real events and places I’ve been. The details about me and my “ex” are true. However that trip in 2004 was awesome and we had a great time in San Diego although we would get into a huge fight on the way back which, looking back, was the beginning of the end of our marriage. Sadly I never met someone like “Devyn.” I often wonder what might have been? :heart:)

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Fun In The Sun
 

August, almost time to go back to school. And here in Indiana, usually the hottest part of the summer. This week they are predicting “heat indexes” over 105 F. Sunny and humid each day. Miserable. Unless you are married to a beautiful but slightly crazy and adventurous woman like I am.

Kirsten and I have both been enjoying the last days of our vacation. Mostly indoors. I’ve just been getting caught up on work and she is getting ready to go back to her job at Eli Lilly’s next week. This morning she interrupts my work with a “Watcha doin baby?” kissing me and running her hand up my leg to my cock.

Looking at the large Excel spreadsheet I have up on screen and rolling her eyes, she asks if I want to look at something “more interesting.”

Taking the mouse, she navigates to a gay fetish site that features hot guys in various forms of bondage outdoors. Most of them aren’t large muscular hairy males but rather slim, fit, cute, “femboys” being subjected to hours in the sun, their sexy bodies oiled and stretched tightly while their masters suck, tease, and edge their hard, often tightly bound, cocks. It’s very sexy.

Noticing my “response.” Kirsten says giggling “Does it give you any ideas?”

“Yeah, maybe a few.”

“This is something we’ve never done Andy. And today it’s supposed to be record heat.”

“Are you sure about this? I mean I don’t want you to get sunburned. Especially ‘there’ and are you sure you're up to it?”

“Andy, why don’t we watch some videos together so you can see what they do. It's really sexy. Don’t forget I’ve already got a dark tan from being outdoors a lot this summer. And I know you are always careful.”

She's right. It IS super hot. One video we watched featured a pretty long haired blonde boy, hairless body, his muscles tight, his cock rock hard and bound to a stake. A rubber cock up his ass. He was totally at the mercy of his master who seemed to delight in playfully "torturing" him until he came.

Kirsten has gotten hard watching this and we were so into the video we never even noticed we had been feeling each other up and stroking each other’s cocks all through it.

Laughing, she says “Andy, we better wait ‘till later. I want you to keep me on edge as long as possible. Think we can do this?”

Good thing we have a fenced in yard. We find a spot where she will comfortable but exposed to the sun for hours.

I take four stakes and place them very far apart so I can stretch her tightly. She spreads her arms and legs out and I tie her wrists and ankles pulling them far apart. Her muscles strain against her bonds.

“Andy did you know in ancient times they used to torture captives like this?”

“Yeah. They also used to sometimes let their victims be eaten alive by fire ants. I think I see one…”

“Ohmigod! Fuck! You better be joking Andy.”

“I am baby. Besides I want you all for myself.”

“The sun’s really bright.”

“Well I could blindfold you.”

“No. I want to watch what you do to me” Kirsten says lifting up her head.

“Do you think my sunglasses would be OK?”

“Yeah. Just don’t stare directly at the sun.”

“And I want you to gag me.”

“Are you sure? I mean this is potentially dangerous.”

“Yeah. I’m sure. We’ll just use our ‘safe signals.’ Besides by now I trust you completely.”

Taking my time, I cover Kirsten’s body with very high SPF lotion. Mixing with her sweat, it looks so sexy. God what a body she has. I take one of our largest black rubber cocks and tying it to the end of a long stick, work it into her ass. She moans as it hits just the right spot. She’s really hard now and I can see the pre-cum is flowing.

I tighten her bonds some more, then carefully tie her hard cock to another stake driven between her legs. I wrap the rope tightly around her balls separating them and then up the shaft. Her body is totally immobilized now. She throws her head back and tries to pull herself free. No luck. She’s not going anywhere. I look for the safe signal just in case. Nope, she’s loving this.

I begin by playing with her now very hard nipples. All she can do is writhe and moan. The hot sun beats down on her lovely body. She is totally my prisoner. Licking and biting them, slowly I work my way down her body. Her abs are so well defined. When I reach her cock I gently stroke it and lick the tip. Enough to drive her wild but not enough to cum.

Continuing, I work my way down each gorgeous leg all the way to her beautiful feet. We’ve never really been into tickling but I can’t resist. I can hear a scream through her gag as she jerks her body so hard I thought she might pull the stakes out. Again I look for the “safe signal.” Still none.

It’s been just over two hours. She seems fine but I decide to see if she’s thirsty. Undoing her gag I let her drink from a water bottle. She looks up at me and we kiss. I ask her if she’s OK. She nods yes.

Replacing her gag I go to work on tormenting her cock. Since she is so well bound and has a rubber cock up her ass we can’t really fuck but that wasn’t the idea this time.

I begin to suck and tease her luscious cock unmercifully. Like the rest of her body, I put sunscreen on it too. Mixed with her pre-cum it makes a great lubricant. And not having cum for a few days she is SO sensitive. Of course I take my time as I can feel her getting closer and closer.

Sometimes I stop for a while. This drives her crazy and she does her best to rub her cock against the stake so she can cum. But I’ve tied her too tightly. All it does is make her more frustrated. She flips me off. But that wasn’t the “safe signal.” And it’s a good thing she’s gagged. Those screams would get the entire Zionsville Police Department out here.

After an hour or so of this “torture” I start using slow steady strokes. Her body tenses and she looks like she’s gone into the “zone.” I know if won’t be long now.

Kneeling over her between her legs I continue to stroke her and also jack off myself. As she comes she arches her back as her arms and legs go taught and she shoots her load straight up. I come all over her body and our orgasms seem to go on and on and on. Licking all the cum and sweat and lotion off her body, afterward, I lay next to her on the grass. Gently I remove her gag and stroke her hair which is now all sweaty and matted. Brushing it out of her face I kiss her and say, “I love you Kirsten.”

“I love you too Andy.”

Cutting her loose with a knife and untying her cock, I remove the dildo from her ass and she manages to sit up. We don’t need to say anything. We both know how awesome it was. We just look at each other and laugh.

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Red Ryder and the Wolf
 

Its early November. Having hunted most of my life I’m am an experienced outdoorsman. I love mountain climbing and have traveled through the Arctic by dogsled. Since yesterday, there is a trophy buck I’ve been stalking just waiting for my chance. He is proving to be quite elusive. I do not kill for fun. My family and friends have always eaten the meat from the animals I hunt. I am a very good shot and all ever it takes is just one.

My usual hunting rifle is a semi-automatic .308 Winchester. As a sidearm I always carry a Smith and Wesson Model 29 .44 Magnum loaded with 240 grain hollow points. Finally I carry a hunting knife with a 12” blade. I am well prepared for just about anything.

However today I have a strange feeling... That something is hunting me… I can’t see it but I can feel its presence. This part of our state is known for having a wolf population and many are known to be extremely vicious, large, and powerful. They are coal black and blend in with the shadows. And they have been known to attack and kill humans. Legend has it that they are supernatural and cannot be detected until it is too late. Some claim they kill for the fun of it. That they are actually evil spirits. My weapons could probably stop one dead in its tracks but not if he were to get the drop on me first through the element of surprise.

I see the trophy buck ahead in a clearing. A perfect opportunity. Just one shot. As I carefully aim my .308 I am about to pull the trigger when I hear a loud snarl then a bloodcurdling scream then total silence. Briefly I could feel its teeth and claws upon me. Turning around I'm stunned to see this incredibly beautiful girl holding a large black wolf's head with a bloody axe slung over her shoulder.

“You need to be more careful in these parts, big guy” she says smiling. “He almost got you.”

“Thanks” I say. The buck has long since run off but now I am more intrigued with my new friend and person who just saved my life. “What’s your name?”

“You can call me Ryder.”

“My name’s Andy. I often come up here to hunt. I’ve heard of these wolves before. So I guess the stories are true?”

"They are. I grew up around these parts. My family was wealthy and moved up here when I was very young. We had a huge cabin constructed. I still live there. I have had training with just about every kind of weapon and style of martial-art since I was a little kid. My parents sent to the best private schools. Until the day I came home for spring break to find my entire family had been brutally murdered. It was horrible. The police couldn’t do anything. Said it was an “animal attack.” Probably large wolves. Suddenly I didn’t have a family anymore. Everyone I loved was gone. Fortunately a friendly pack of smaller grey wolves “adopted” me and looked after me. I fed them and cared for them and they protected me like I was one of their own. I learned their ways and vowed that one day I would get my revenge.”

Ryder is wearing a bright red cape and hood, a leather bustier, panties, and thigh boots. I’d say she’s at least 6’ tall, slender yet strong and muscular. Very beautiful. She looks like a highly trained athlete. Obviously if she can track and kill one of those large wolves she’s got some serious skills.

“Andy, it looks like he might have bitten you and clawed you before I got him. Sorry. I should have moved on him sooner. Why don’t you come back to my place and let me take a look?”

Ryder leads the way back to her place. I know every part of this territory yet she is taking me places I didn’t even know existed. Normally I’d be wary but she just saved my life and I sense we might sort of like each other a little. I get the feeling she hasn’t had a lot of contact with the outside world. Maybe I can help her with that?

After looking me over, Ryder treats my wounds and gives me a potion to drink. It turns out she was studying Chemistry and Engineering when her family was killed. She also knows about modern medicine; her older sister was a doctor but sadly was also killed in the wolf attack. I couldn’t help but notice that Ryder’s short outfit concealed a nice little bulge in the crotch area. I said nothing. Seeing this she adds that when she was little she “knew she was a girl” in the wrong body. Her mom and dad were both very open minded and raised her as female. Letting her be herself. She asked me if that “made sense.” I said it did.

After fixing me up, she starts a fire in the fireplace, makes us drinks, and we both settle down into very comfortable chairs made of logs and down cushions. It’s warm and feels good. It’s gotten very cold out. We talk for what seems like hours. Ryder asks me a lot of questions about what the “real world” is like. Then asks me about my family. I tell her that my wife had been killed in an auto accident several years ago. That I had played sports and worked out my entire life and had learned to shoot from my dad who had served in the Marines in Vietnam.

“I’m sorry to hear that about your wife” she says. “So I guess that makes both of us sort of loners.” She downs the rest of her drink. Giggling she asks me if I want another. We talk some more and it’s obvious we really like each other. Ryder asks me if I would like to sit closer to the fire together on the couch.

We share another drink and without thinking I put my arm around her. She smiles and snuggles closer to me. She pulls her legs up. They are long and muscular and gorgeous. It also looks like her bulge has gotten bigger. I know mine has.

I guess I’m not surprised when she looks at me and says “Andy. I need to tell you something before we go any farther. I’ve never been with anyone before. I’m not really sure what to do.”

She looks me in the eyes. God they are beautiful. Light blue, and the fire is reflected in them making them even more sexy. Without saying anything I kiss her gently on the lips. She responds by kissing me back then opening her mouth slightly. We kiss like this for a while then I put my hand on her thigh. She doesn’t stop me.

The kissing and making out continues for a while. As I move my hand higher up her thigh she parts her legs slightly as if to say “go ahead.” At the same time she is running her hands all over my chest and shoulders. Then as I slowly stroke her cock she starts to do the same with mine. She’s a little awkward but it feels great. She’s a fast learner.

I lean forward taking her beautiful cock into my mouth and begin to suck, lick, and tease it. It is about 7” cut and very hard. Instinctively she lays back on the couch and spreads her legs. As I go to work on her she moans, sighs, pleads, and screams, grabbing hold of the cushions. I insert a finger into her ass and gently massage her prostate. She says, “Oh my GOD!” then giggling she says “Andy I want you to fuck me. I don’t even know exactly what that is. But you can do anything you want…”

We shift a little bit so I can penetrate her. She is really tight. But we take our time. Gently and slowly. Gradually I’m inside her. She gasps. Then says “God, I never have felt anything like that before.” I begin to fuck her while at the same time jacking her off. It’s not long before we both cum. Me shooting my warm load into her. And her cumming all over herself, me, the couch, the floor, everything. I lick every bit off her cock and body.

We lay there together cuddling under a blanket. The warm fire feels great and we talk about how we are going to make this work. I tell her about my home in Zionsville. She agrees that we can stay most of the time at my place using her cabin as a “getaway.” She’s never even driven a car. But I promised I’d teach her. She’s still very wealthy from her inheritance and I am very successful in business. We’ll never have to live like outcasts and we will be sure to care for her adoptive wolf “family” and she is certain they will accept me as they did her.

Ryder is not like any girl I’ve ever known and I don’t think I’d want it any other way.

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