Shemale Stories

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Part 1

Gina stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel. She quickly dried herself off and then turned towards the oversized bathroom mirror. She turned left and right examining herself with a critical eye. Gina was satisfied with what she saw. At a petite 5’ 4” and a featherweight 116 pounds her body was perfectly proportioned. Gina was pleased to notice that her 34B breasts were still firm with not even a hint of droop. She examined her sensitive nipples which Michael, her husband, loved to fondle, caress, and suckle.

Gina now faced the mirror and ran her hands across her smooth firm tummy. She could feel her underlying toned muscles that helped to shape and define her tiny waist that flared out to her elegant hips. Gina let her hands slide across her smooth, hairless, tight pussy; a pussy that Michael loved to tongue to ecstasy. She shivered in anticipation of feeling Michael’s eight inch long, thick, hard cock sliding in and out of her. That would be much later right now she had to finish getting dressed.

Before picking up her hairbrush, Gina gave her cute tushy a quick once over. It is still smooth, firm, and round with not even a hint of jiggle. It’s no wonder Michael adored her and her body. Gina started brushing her shoulder length, wavy, medium brown, silky hair that was shimmering in the light.

With her hair done Gina padded out of the bathroom and took a seat in front of her makeup mirror. She leaned in close and brushed an imaginary speck off her flawless skin. Next she applied her eye makeup to highlight and emphasize her sparkling brown eyes. A few more minor touches and finishing with her understated lipstick and Gina’s exceptionally pretty face was even more gorgeous. Michael often told her that women secretly envied her and men covertly lusted after her.

Meanwhile Michael was off getting ready for this evening. This was to be one Michael’s and Gina’s special nights out. Gina and Michael take turns being the one in charge for these special nights. These nights have often produced unexpected and kinky results which both of them have enjoyed immensely. Tonight Gina was in charge. On a whim she had made Michael give himself a thorough enema. Gina had gotten turned on watching Michael and had gone off to her bathroom to give herself the same treatment; a decision which would prove to be propitious.

Michael stepped out of the shower. He is six feet tall and 195 pounds with an athletic build. Michael hits the gym quite often and all that workout time had done wonders for his physique. His normally well-muscled body had bulked out leaving his broad well muscled chest with highly defined pecs. He gives new meaning to the phrase ripped. Gina had recently taken Michael to a spa for an upper body and pubic waxing. He had not a hint of hair from his balls to his neck. Michael liked the new look. His rippling muscles stood out like a Greek sculpture.

Michael rubbed down his chest and stomach followed by his legs, feet, and then working back up to his to tight football player’s ass. Finally Michael dried off his arms. He noticed that all that work on free weights had made his biceps bulge.

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Gina was getting dressed while Michael was drying himself off. He finished shaving and getting dressed and then went to sit down and watch some television in the livingroom and wait for Gina. The ballgame had only been on a few minutes when Gina entered the room. Michael had a sharp intake of breath when he looked up and saw Gina. She was stunningly gorgeous tonight in a tight low-cut black dress. It both emphasized and concealed her perfect figure.

Michael couldn?t resist. He took his beautiful wife in his arms, and kissed her. He ran his hands down across her smooth firm tushy. He detected that Gina wasn?t wearing panties, but he could feel her garter belt. He knew then that Gina was extra horny and extra playful tonight. He also knew that he could expect an exciting time later on. Michael?s reaction was instant. His cock sprang to full eight inch hardness. Gina could feel Michael?s manhood pressing against her and she rotated her hips against him. Michael reluctantly let go of Gina and with his arm around her waist the two of them headed out the door.

Gina directed Michael where to drive. She was, after all, in charge tonight and she was going to show that to her handsome husband. Gina was in the mood for some dirty dancing so she had Michael take them to a club where the clientele are known for their liberal attitudes and antics.

The club was fairly quiet when Gina and Michael walked in. There were small groups of customers scattered throughout. Michael and Gina took a seat at a table near the dance floor and where they had a good view of most of the establishment. The waitress came by and Michael ordered the drinks; white wine for Gina and club soda for him. White wine acts an aphrodisiac on Gina and Michael wanted to see just much hornier Gina would get.

They had only been seated for a few minutes when a woman walking in caught Michael?s eye. She was tall and statuesque; Michael guessed that she was only two or three inches shorter than him; in her heels she was at least as tall as him. She had long, blonde, wavy, and curly hair that came down below her shoulders and framed her beautiful face. She was wearing what looked like a low-cut silk blouse that revealed a generous cleavage. Her skirt was dark and short, barely down to her mid-thighs. Michael trailed his eyes down lower as he drank in the sight of her long lean legs. He let his gaze go even lower and took in the view of her sexy feminine feet wearing open-toed shoes. Even in the dim light and from this distance Michael could see that he was looking at a rare beauty; equally as gorgeous as his wife he thought.

Michael watched as this beautiful woman elegantly and confidently made her way to the bar where she sat down on a stool. Michael just then realized she was here alone and wondered why such a beautiful woman would be out by herself. By this time Gina had also noticed the woman. Michael glanced out of the corner of his eye and noticed that Gina was openly fascinated with this woman.

Michael turned to fully face Gina. He immediately brought up the topic of the woman that they both had been watching. Michael asked Gina if she liked the woman and if she was interested. Gina could only nod her head yes as she continued to alternate between looking at the woman and listening to Michael.

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Michael now took charge and suggested they both might want to get to know this woman a little better. Gina is bisexual and Michael is open to new experiences. They had often talked of bring a third person into their relationship, but it had so far not gone beyond talk. A little more talking and they decided that tonight would be the night.

Michael slipped his hand up underneath Gina?s dress as they talked. Gina, still looking at the beautiful woman absently spread her legs to accommodate Michael?s hand. His fingers found Gina?s pussy and she was wet and slippery. Michael?s hard throbbing cock was an indication of his feelings. They were both definitely ready to pursue what they had never before acted upon.

Gina was just about to urge Michael to go and talk to the woman and invite her back to the table to share a drink. Before Michael could make a move though, the woman got up off her stool and gracefully moved towards the ladies room. Unsure of what to do, Michael looked quizzically at Gina who knew exactly what to do. She stood up and headed to the ladies room.

Michael never knew what was said in there, but fifteen minutes later the two women emerged and made their way towards Michael. Michael could only stare as he watched the ladies approach. Michael managed to recover his composure just as they got to the table and he stood up in greeting. Gina introduced Rachael to Michael as all of them sat down.

Up close Rachael was even more stunningly beautiful. She had deep blue eyes that reminded Michael of the South Seas. Her creamy skin was absolutely flawless. Her lips were full, luscious, and just begging to be kissed. Michael couldn?t help but notice Rachael?s firm pert breasts. And then she spoke. Michael almost melted when he heard Rachel?s sexy sultry voice.

Rachael, at Gina?s suggestion, took a seat right beside Michael. He looked quizzically at Gina, but she just nodded her head to indicate that that is what she wanted. Michael did notice that Gina had a big smile on her face and she was looking very satisfied.

Gina moved her own chair around so that she was sitting right next to Rachael. They struck up a conversation and were soon chatting like old friends. Michael was amazed at how well they all got along together. For her part Rachael was quite comfortable with both Gina and Michael and she found that she was becoming quite attracted to both of them.

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It wasn?t long before Gina?s hand was caressing Rachael?s leg along her thigh. Michael saw Rachael spread her legs open just a bit and then noticed Gina?s hand down there. Michael felt emboldened and he surreptitiously slipped his hand onto Rachael?s leg. Rachael smiled at him and spread her legs just a bit more. She dropped one hand onto Michael?s leg.

Rachael?s fingers found Michael?s cock. His reaction was instant. His already stiffening cock leapt to full hardness. Gina was watching the interplay between Michael and Rachael and she was getting turned on. Gina put her own hand over Michael?s and moved his hand to Rachael?s other leg where she had been caressing Rachael.

Michael felt a bulge and he explored along it with his fingers. At first he didn?t realize what he was feeling and then it suddenly dawned on him that he was feeling a cock. His reaction was immediate. His rock hard cock got even harder and, he was sure, grew longer. He looked at Rachael?s face and she was smiling. He was incredibly turned on. He looked at Gina and she was also smiling. Suddenly Michael knew why Gina had come back to the table looking so satisfied. She had already had a little playtime with Rachael and she had loved it.

Michael lightly fingered and then used his whole hand to caress Rachael?s cock. He wanted to explore Rachael more fully. He wanted to get to know her, to touch her, to feel her all over. Rachael was all woman and yet she had a cock. She was soft, feminine, and desirable.

Gina reasserted her authority. She told Michael and Rachael that it was time to go. With that she stood up. Michael recognizing the commanding tone stood up immediately. Rachael showing her own independence was slower to move. The three of them were horny and ready to go, but Rachael was going to prove that she just didn?t do whatever what she told.

Michael led the way out to the car. The front of his pants was bulging visibly; in anticipation of what was to come. Right behind was Gina who was caressing Michael?s tight ass, with one hand. Outside Michael put one arm around Gina?s tiny waist and the other around Rachael?s equally curvy waist. They stopped at the passenger side door and Michael kissed both of the girls before unlocking the car. Rachael?s lips were incredibly soft and sensual. Michael felt his cock rising again as Rachael probed his mouth her tongue.

Gina and Rachael climbed into the backseat together while Michael went around to the driver?s side. By the time Michael got in and sat down Gina and Rachael were locked together in a passionate kiss. Their arms were around each other and they were oblivious to everything else. Michael had seen Gina kiss other women before, but this was more exciting than anything he had ever witnessed. He started the car, put it into gear, and was out of the parking lot and headed home just as fast as he dared. The passion in the back seat was urging him on. He wanted to be in on it too.

Good story. Looking forward to the rest of it!

[randolph]

Let's hope the car doesn't have a flat!

[sissygirl]

GroobyKrisy,

I loved your story and it reminded me of my first time being made into a girl by a real man. like your story it felt so good after the initial pain and the realization of what was happening and that I would never be the same again. the feeling of his firm cock in my sissy pussy felt so good and the experience of having his cum leak out of me reminded me of how feminine I felt. I was given a tampon to insert to keep from having my pantie gusset get too wet.

please write more

sissygirl

[califsweettalker]

You are such a doll for taking the time to write these wonderful stories! I am glad to see that every one gets to read the special story you wrote for me!

Sweet XoX

[smc]

As promised, here is a new story I've written. I will have to put it up in two postings, because of the length. I was so heartened by the response to my earlier stories, posted quite a while ago, and I hope this one pleases just as much. -- smc

Professor Kander

It was the second semester of my second year of college. Home was a thousand miles away. I arrived back at school after the winter break to my small room off campus, just a couple of blocks from my classrooms.

I had a reputation on campus for being a little bit too committed to school. Study always came first. In fact, it came second and third. You would be hard-pressed to find me at a party or sporting event. I stayed at home doing schoolwork or you’d find me in the library. I had few friends. My penchant for correcting the wrong answers of other students in my classes was notorious, and usually not appreciated.

In short, I was kind of a loner … but I didn’t much mind. After all, wasn’t I there to learn, not socialize?

My new schedule included a philosophy class with Professor Kander. She was notoriously tough as a teacher, with little patience for students who didn’t take her assignments seriously and even less for those who didn’t participate fully in her classroom. To me, she sounded perfect! I had seen her on campus once or twice, only for a fleeting moment, but had never spoken with her. I was looking forward to a serious exploration of pre-Socratic Greek thought.

The next day, Prof. Kander’s was my last class, in the afternoon. I was a bit tired from my trip back to school and two other classes in the morning, but I walked with real purpose across the quad to her classroom. It wasn’t large -- the class had only about a dozen students -- and I found a seat at a small table in the front of the room.

As the other students, most of whom I knew, filled the room, in walked a stunningly beautiful woman. By my estimation, she was in her late 30s. She had red hair, piercing green eyes, and a face like the “girl next door” gone bad. In other words, she was hot.

Her skirt and jacket suit covered a silken white blouse. As she bent at the desk in the front of the room to put down her bag, I caught a glimpse of two beautiful orbs, creamy white with an small, enticing space between them, pressing against that blouse. I wasn’t one to notice such things, at least not typically, so I think I was as much surprised by that fact as I was by the fact that this woman was going to teach me philosophy!

She stood up straight, smiled broadly, and spoke for the first time.

“Good afternoon and welcome to pre-Socratic Greek philosophy. I am Professor Kander. In this class, I prefer a modicum of respect, so I expect you to call me that and I will, in turn, call you mister and ms.”

At least those are the words I think she said. There was something alluring in her voice and I was finding it difficult to concentrate.

She continued: “I don’t believe I know any of you, so let’s begin by going around the room. Please introduce yourself and tell the class why you are taking this class.”

Fortunately, she pointed far from me to begin. I listened to all the other students go through the usual responses to such a request. “I’m really excited to learn about Anaximander,” said one, and I thought he was sucking up. I knew that guy; he probably had the name of a relevant philosopher written on his hand. Another said, “Everyone tells me your classes are so great, Professor Kander, and so I just had to take one.” Jeez!

When it was my turn, Professor Kander came right up to me -- I was in the front of the class, after all -- and addressed me directly. Her eyes were mesmerizing. There was an intoxicating scent to her, but it didn’t seem like perfume. My tongue felt like it was swelling in my mouth. I was usually pretty articulate, but I think what came out of my mouth was blather.

Professor Kander smiled warmly, put her hand on my shoulder -- I swear, I felt a shot of electricity run through me -- and spoke softly. “Would you like to start again?” I felt immediately calmed and easily stated my name, a brief explanation of the importance of this class for my intended major, and a promise to work hard and be open to learning anything new -- none of which came across like the other students.

For the rest of the class time, Professor Kander gave us an overview of the syllabus and some insights into some of the authors we would be reading. As the clock ticked away the time, I found myself falling into her voice in a way I could not explain. When it was time to leave, she again came over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. “Stay just a moment, would you?”

I did. She simply wanted to tell me that she appreciated what I said in my introduction, and that she was certainly aware -- as she suspected I was -- of which students were trying to make a good impression for the wrong reasons. That surprised me. Then she asked me what had happened with my first try at speaking. I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, it seemed as if you somehow had gotten your panties in a twist,” she said. And then she laughed gently. I thought it was an odd choice of words, but smiled. And then I left.

A few weeks passed. The class was great: superb readings, great insights -- never in the form of lecture -- from the professor, and pretty good discussion among the students. I looked forward to the class more than any other. Not only did I prepare as thoroughly as possible, I found myself worrying about my appearance. I wanted Professor Kander to notice me as a young man. This was something new. I had had a couple of short relationships with girls, but she was an older woman … and I found myself increasingly aroused in her presence.

I found myself beginning to entertain thoughts about a relationship with Professor Kander. I fantasized about her. I began to call her Orla -- her first name -- when I would masturbate, looking at her picture in the college catalogue. This made going to class increasingly difficult. I was distracted. It was obvious. She noticed.

One Friday afternoon, I left her class and was walking out of the building when I felt that familiar electric hand on my shoulder. I turned to face Professor Kander -- Orla -- inches away from me. “Do you have a few moments?” she asked. “Let’s go sit in the coffee shop and talk.”

We walked the short distance to the campus coffee shop, side by side. I was distinctly aware of everything, to the point of hypersensitivity. Her aroma was overwhelming. The feeling in my pants was burning hot. I was terrified that I would blurt something out that I shouldn’t say. I began to feel as if my entire college career hinged on this moment. Surely, she was going to give me an earful about how distracted I had been in class. Nothing like this had ever happened. I wondered if what felt like nervous shaking was visible to her.

We got to the coffee shop and sat down. I offered to get us each a cup and nervously went to the counter. I could barely carry the cups back to the table.

“So, I’ve been thinking about your class participation,” she began. Here it comes, I thought. I’m about to be put on probation.

She continued: “It’s changed lately. In the first few weeks of class, you were a source of information, someone who had clearly read more and studied more than any of the other students. But lately, something new has been added to the mix.”

All I could think was that I was busted.

“I think I know what it is,” she whispered.

Oh, shit, nothing could be worse. It’s one thing if she criticizes my classroom demeanor, but another if she knows why I’m distracted.

“You’ve found passion.”

Aaaaaaaaaah! I screamed silently in my brain.

“Passion in the work of these philosophers.”

What??!! That’s what she thought??!!

“And so, I’d like to offer you a chance to explore that passion even more. I am working on a book of readings, and I could use some editorial assistance. Your papers are so well written, I thought you would be a good candidate.”

I wasn’t really sure I was hearing these exact words. My heart was racing. I thought that she was toying with me, for sure.

“This would mean work outside of the classroom. I’m on a tight schedule, so I’d need you to work with me, so there’s no time lost to querying back and forth. Do you think you could give me a couple of days over the next few weekends?”

For the second time in front of this woman, I began to blather. But somehow, I must have conveyed that I would be honored to help her. It seems I agreed to be at her house the next day, just after Noon.

[smc]

Professor Kander, part 2

I rushed home. I had never felt so excited in my life. And I had never feared anything so much in my life. How in the hell would I be able to work closely with this woman, to whose picture I was masturbating on a regular basis, with no one else around? What had I done?

The next day, I arrived at Professor Kander’s house at the appointed time. I realized that I know anything about her. Was she married? Were kids in the picture? Or was she single? Did she live alone?

As these questions raced through my head, I rang the bell. Professor Kander came to the door. Her red hair was a bit wild compared to in class. She had on a light dress appropriate for the nice Spring day. She gave me little hug and thanked me for showing up to help her. I thought I would pass out.

When I asked her about the plan for the work, I called her Professor Kander. She came right up to me, put an index finger right to my lips, and said, “Here I’m Orla.” My lips were burning from her touch. Did she notice?

We went to a small office upstairs and, within a short while, we were working. I read and marked up pages, and she made changes based on my suggestions. Sometimes she would ask me questions about my changes, and I found myself in a kind of role reversal. I was the teacher; she was the student. Things went pretty quickly, and we were so wrapped up in the work that I didn’t notice that the sun had set. It was 7 pm when Orla said, “Are you hungry?”

Her voice drove me crazy. I had to stop myself from telling her what I was really hungry for, and I simply said that I wouldn’t say no to something to eat. Then I asked her where her husband was.

“Oh, hun [she called me hun!!!], I’m not married. I was engaged a long time ago, but it didn’t work out. So, I guess it’s just you and me.”

She actually added “for dinner” to the end of that sentence, but I didn’t hear it at first.

“Let’s go down to the kitchen and see if we can whip something up. Do you mind helping, hun?”

Hun, again. I told her I would be happy to help.

Soon, I was bent over the table, cutting vegetables. At one point, Orla came up behind me, rested her head on my shoulder, and said, “Hun, make those slices a little smaller.” I nearly passed out.

Within a short while, a delicious vegetable stew was ready and served. We sat at the small table, and I even got a glass of wine. Orla made what seemed at first like small talk, asking me where my family lived, whether I had a girlfriend, what kind of music I liked, and so on. But she kept coming back to the girlfriend issue. Finally, she looked me right in the eyes and said, “I know.”

I stammered and asked her what she meant.

“A woman knows when a man is attracted to her. Do you really think I couldn’t tell why you were distracted in class?”

I wanted to ask her if that was why she asked me to her house, but I thought that was to presumptuous. Besides, I was finding it hard to form words.

“It’s okay, though, hun, because outside of class we’re just two people, right?”

I managed to tell her that I didn’t think that was the case. She chuckled.

“So, if I said you could kiss me, you wouldn’t do it?”

I was being tortured. I knew it.

“Would you like to kiss me?”

I couldn’t get any words out. I sat there, stunned. Orla got up, came over to me, and kissed me full on the lips. I felt the zipper in my pants start to give way. She pushed her tongue past my lips and again I nearly passed out.

“You know, when I’m through with you you’re going to have to drop my class.”

I felt a little bit of something drip out of my cock right into my underpants.

“It’s really okay. You know the material. I’ll give you the credit and you can take the final. But it’s not going to work to be in the classroom.”

This was starting to feel a bit bizarre. Just what did she mean by “when I’m through with you”? What had I stepped into. Then she brushed her hand over the bulge in my pants that must have become obvious, even though I was sitting.

“A woman knows,” she whispered into my ear. “You’re just the kind of young man I like. Smart, eager to learn, open to new ideas. That is you, right, hun?”

All this was followed by a tongue in my ear and a squeeze of my cock, right through my pants. The drip turned to a leak.

Orla took my hand, pulled me up from the chair, and guided me to the couch in her living room. She sat down and told me to stand in front of her. I could smell sex. I knew the smell from masturbating. I was a virgin otherwise. She unzipped my pants and put her soft hand in, fondling my cock. It was hot and sticky. She took her hand out and licked her fingers.

“I think you do like me.” And then she put my cock right in her mouth. It was more than I could take. I stammered and stuttered, trying to tell her to stop because I wasn’t going to be able to control myself. Through her incredible sucking, I heard her say, “It’s okay, hun. We have plenty of time. Give me a nice hot after-dinner drink.” And I shot a huge load of cum right into her mouth. Then I collapsed. Maybe I even passed out.

As I opened my eyes, I saw that Orla had taken off her dress. She was sitting on the couch clad only in some violet-colored lace panties. Her beautiful breasts were milky white, with taut nipples that beckoned my tongue. She smiled and shook her head, telling me to suck on them, which I did. I could feel my cock harden again and even start to drip again. She touched it gently and again reminded me that we had plenty of time.

For what seemed like an hour, I explored her breasts, neck, and stomach with my mouth and tongue. I was following orders; she told me what to do, and I obeyed. Every time I started to move closer to her panties, she would gently move my head somewhere else. Finally, she asked me for my cock, again. It was harder than I think it had ever been. I could see her lipstick on it, a sight that drove me wild. She kissed it and asked me to describe the sensations I was feeling. I complied.

“I have the same feelings, hun, the very same. It feels so good, doesn’t it?” And she stood up, pushing me down to sit on the couch. She positioned herself in front of me, where I had been, and slowly took off her panties. Out sprang a cock as large as mine.

“I have the same feelings,” she repeated. “Don’t you want to see how it feels to make someone feel the way I make you feel?”

Okay, I said I was a virgin, but I knew women didn’t have cocks. But it was so delicious looking. It was so smooth. She was completely hairless, and her beautiful cock was right in front of me. I could smell the same pungent aroma I had first noticed about her. It wasn’t perfume. It was the exotic, intoxicating fragrance of the most beautiful woman -- a trans woman -- I had ever seen.

I realized that only a fool would turn away. I was no fool. I reached out and stroked her beautiful cock, and then -- with her urging -- took it in my mouth. “Do what I did to you, hun, and you’ll do fine,” she said. And so I sucked her beautiful cock, loving every minute of it, feeling my own dripping.

She implored me to reach up and touch her nipples as I worshipped her cock with my mouth. “You can do it, hun. You don’t need your hands to suck my cock.”

It didn’t take long before I felt that incredible part of her womanhood grow larger in my mouth. It felt hotter. It was throbbing. She took one of my hands and placed it on her balls and started me gently rubbing their underside. She bucked and moaned, and then the most delicious nectar spewed from her. It was the taste of trans womanhood. It was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted, and I wanted to swallow every drop. But before I could, she pulled herself out of my mouth, bent down, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. We shared her delicious cum.

She sat down next to me and kissed me. She asked me if everything was okay. I smiled and said yes. I told her I was in love, and she said, “There will be time for that. Right now, we have some more exploring to do.”

Orla took me to her bedroom. We were completely naked. She told me that there was much more pleasure to be had. She was already hard again, and told me to get on the bed and suck her some more. I did for a few minutes, until her cock began to drip pre-cum. Then she had me get on all fours, got behind me, and rubbed it on my behind. She spoke softly in my ear and told me to trust her. I promised. Slowly, she pushed her hard cock into me. It hurt at first, but quickly turned to intense pleasure. She reached around and stroked my cock as she fucked me. I was hard again, and dripping. She put her fingers in my mouth so I could taste my own cock.

I could feel Orla’s cock becoming the cock that had cum in my mouth a while earlier. At that very moment, she pulled out of me and turned me over. I lied on my back and she put her cock back into me. We were able to kiss this way; it was pure heaven. Then she began to suck my cock as she pounded hers into me. I couldn’t believe anyone could do something like this. Within a few moments. I started spurting into her mouth. I felt her cock bigger than before. As I was cumming, Orla let out a low moan and then a scream. My cock came out of her mouth and cum sprayed everywhere. Then I felt her begin to fill me with her own cum.

I was in love. I still am. We still are.

[randolph]

Kimberly

Part 3
The senior prom was coming up, I didn?t have a date (not surprising) so I decided to attend anyway. The queen was one of the ?hotties? that I had turned into a writhing slut. Her boy friend was none other than Mr. hunk himself, the guy who pounded me. I bought the hottest black sheath I could find and a pair of black spike heels. I had my hair done up in one of those wavy wind blown styles. As the prom got under way, I walked in, Darla, the prom queen saw me and whispered into hunk?s ear. He spotted me and looked very uncomfortable. I just sat there smiling, some of the teachers were there and they stopped by for a chat complementing me on my academic prowess. The music started and dancing began, at first I was ignored but then some guys I didn?t know started dancing with me. Eventually some of my ?clients? also danced with me. Finally Mr. hunk came over and we had a nice dance, when finished he whispered in my ear ?Kimberly, I learned more from you than all my classes, I will never forget you, you will always be my friend?.
After high school, I got an apartment in San Francisco and a job at a gay/transsexual bar waiting tables. It was a great place to meet my kind of people, actually I met my lesbian girlfriend lover there and she now lives with me. I do escorting but only with high class clientele. Rich Arabs are the best, they go crazy around me. They will pay me anything. One paid me ten thousand dollars just to do him. It?s a real eye opener who wants to have sex with me, lawyers, professors, politicians, it doesn?t matter. A friend of Tiger Woods was going to set me up with him before he got busted. Needless to say, shemale high class escorting is very lucrative.
In spite of the money, I wanted to do more with my life so when a talent scout for a porn film maker approached me at the bar, I agreed to perform in some films. In fact, I am down here to do some filming at the La Jolla nude beach. The director thought it would be interesting to have a beautiful transsexual parading up and down a beach of nude college boys and girls.?
We had been sipping Champagne for quite some time. I was interested in her life?s story but my hyper sexuality was in full force.
?Then out of the blue? she said, ?Shall we shower??
?Gasp, well yeah okay that sounds good?, as I stumbled for words.
She went into the bath and turned on the shower as I removed my clothes. My cock was still hard and I thought, ?Am I going in there with a hard on? It doesn?t seem appropriate. I rubbed it with some ice cubes to get it calmed down. As I entered the bath, I saw her clothes on a towel rack. The thought of her naked in the shower was a tremendous turn on, as if I needed that. I slid open the shower door and there she was soaking wet in her pristine beauty. I could see her cock was semi erect.
?Well, come on in and soap my back?
I stepped in as she turned her back to me. Her body was beautiful with a very cute bottom all smooth and nice. I got the soap and slid it over her shoulders and down her back. Caressing her soapy body was fantastic. My caresses flowed down around her bottom and around her thighs and between her legs and around her balls and over her arising cock. I squeezed her and hugged her and caressed her all over. She then turned around and she started soaping me as I kissed her. Soon we were soaping each erect cocks giggling and laughing in ecstatic pleasure. I knelt down and took her lovely cock in and she immediately began thrusting.
?Oh my god, this is beyond heaven?, I thought
We then turned off the shower and I took a big towel and wrapped her lovely petite body in it and proceeded to dry her hair with another towel.
She was still erect so I gently dried her genitalia as I kissed the tip of her swollen cock. She dried me off and we got into bed. We set the pillows up and lay down on our backs next to each other and began looking at each other and kissing. I was holding her cock and she was holding my cock. We were stroking just enough to keep them erect as we explored our lips and tongues. I had never been so happy, we were just smiling and giggling pleasuring ourselves, sucking and kissing and licking and loving each other. Then she encouraged me to give her a good sucking, she got very excited and rolled over and presented her ass to me.
?Fuck me with your big cock, I want it!?
I was never so eager to comply with a demand.
I positioned myself behind her as she looked back and wiggled her sexy ass. ?Come fuck, come fuck me good, I really need it deep and hard, do it, do it!?
I was so excited, I was afraid I would cum too soon and disappoint her. I kept telling myself, ?make her cum first? over and over. This helped control the wild urges as my throbbing cock slowly began entering her.
?Oh, yes that?s it, yes stick it in my ass, oh yes, deeper, oh good, oh good?
Looking down on her lovely petite body as my big cock slid deeper and deeper her hot little ass was beyond good. I started slowly thrusting and she moaned ?yes, yes, do it, do it shoot me, shoot you cum up me, fill me up.?
Well that did it, I shot load after load of cum into her hot ass as she squealed, oh I feel it! Oh, I?m cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuming! Oh fuck!, oh fuck! Yes! Yes! Oh so goooooood! I looooooove it!
?Don?t come out, please, stay in I want your cum to stay in there.?
We stayed locked together for several minutes; she lay there smiling with a wonderful blissful look on her face.
?I want to let it soak in?, she said, ?I love cum up in me?
Then, I slowly pulled out and she remained with her ass in the air. I leaned over and kissed it and licked up some cum that was oozing out. She didn?t move so I just kept loving and licking her cute ass. I noticed a nice puddle if cum under her cock. Her cock had cum while I was fucking her ass, god what a girl!
Then I realized I was getting hard again! ?Holy mackerel, all ready??
?Heh, heh, this is too good? I thought.
?Kim, I am coming back baby?
?Yeah, I thought you would, you will never get a better ass than mine?.
I again slid into her, this time she was soaked with my cum, I fucked her like there was no tomorrow, on and on and she loved it. I just kept pounding her ass and it was getting better and better, finally, I came again, my god it was so good. I had to agree with her. Her ass was made in heaven.
I then realized it was morning, we had fucked all night!
Fortunately, we had no appointments that morning.
We went down for breakfast and returned to the room for a nap but we started kissing and that ended the nap idea.

[randolph]

Now that's an education! We could all use some "home" schooling.

[smc]

Originally Posted by randolph

Now that's an education! We could all use some "home" schooling.

Well, if what usually constitutes "home schooling" is more like my story, perhaps I need to change my overall opinion of that phenomenon.

[keliana]

[QUOTE=smc;130059]Professor Kander, part 2


This is so hot xxxxxxxx

I used to write stories years ago for my own amusement and recently I've been having another go. Here's one that it was suggested I post here.

A Walk In The Trees

It was a clear summer?s day and you?d finally managed to come down to visit me at the cottage I?ve been staying in for the last couple of months. No sooner had you arrived that you were asking what was to eat and we?d decided that we needed some groceries as we were nearly out. The quickest way into the town from the cottage was a footpath that ran around the edge of a small wood. It was a route I often took as it was far quicker than driving and I knew the way very well by now. While you were showering I changed into some clothes for the walk. I?d already began thinking about the two of us being all alone out of doors ? and I was a little bit annoyed that you seemed to be more interested in food than me! - so I decided that I would dress more sexily that I normally would for a shopping trip. I also knew how much you liked other men eyeing me up when we were out together. Of course none of them know my little ?secret? and that always seemed to turn you on as well. So I picked out a short white polka-dot sun dress that exposed my shoulders and showed off my nice tanned cleavage. I also decided that it was time for me to slip into some of the new white lingerie I hadn?t shown you yet. This consisted of a beautiful white lace bra and matching suspender belt and a pair of white sheer panties. I also found a pair of white seamed stockings rolled up in the back of the drawer that I?d totally forgotten about. By the look of them they hadn?t been washed since I?d last worn them and, as I fastened the stocking tops to the clips, I noticed there was something around the top of one of them. Clearly it was sperm, probably sperm that had leaked out of my arse from the fucking I?d taken the last time I?d had them on! I couldn?t recall who or where though?



By the time I?d dressed and applied some make-up, you had finished showering and were at the door waiting to go. I just had time to slip on a pair of high heels, brush my long dark hair and grab my sunglasses before I joined you. You gave me an appreciative look up and down as I walked out of the bedroom and I could tell already that you could see I was planning something...



The warmth of the afternoon sun on my bare shoulders had started to make me feel very sexy indeed, so when we?d got to the narrower part of the footpath where we could only walk in single file, I?d made sure that I walked in front of you so you had a good view of my arse swaying back and forth enhanced by my short dress. I knew how much that would turn you on. By the time we?d reached an open area I didn?t have to look back to know the effect it was having on you. I was feeling more turned?on than before and I knew I would have to do something about it. I halted and turned around to have a good look at you. You looked flushed and I could see there was a large bulge in the front of your shorts. There was only one thing for it. The tree was about ten feet from the footpath, standing in isolation from the rest of the wood and, taking your hand I led you towards it. You could see from the look on my face what I?d got in mind and you cast a nervous glance around. There was nobody in sight and I leant back against the rough bark and pulled you close to me. Pushing my sunglasses back on my head, I kissed you full on the lips. We kissed for a while, our tongues entwined and I could feel your hands stray to my arse and begin to stroke it through the light fabric. I broke the embrace and crouched down, easing the front of your shorts down until your large erect cock came into view, only inches from my red lips. You moaned softly as my tongue gently teased the tip and you made a comment about it being too risky. I just ignored you as I knew it was turning you on as much as me. I planted a kiss right on the end and then taking you in one hand, wanked you slowly as I caressed your tight balls with other before sliding my mouth down your throbbing shaft. I adore sucking cock, it?s something I could do all day if I could and your lovely thick shaft is one of my favourites. I took my time about it, deep-throating you before pulling my head back and running my tongue around the head before sliding back down again.



It felt wonderful, but the sensations in the pit of my stomach were telling me that what I really needed was your cock inside me. I stood up, planted a quick kiss on your lips and then turned around, putting my hands on either side of the tree and pushing my arse back towards you. You didn?t hesitate for a moment, easing the hem of my short dress up and then pausing for a moment as you looked lustfully at the sight of my arse in those tight sheer white panties, framed by my suspender straps and my white stockings. Quickly you eased my panties to one side and then I could feel the tip of your shaft pressing against my arse. I moaned and pushed myself back against you, really wanting to feel your cock deep in me now. For a moment, nothing happened and then I could hear you doing something behind me, out of my line of sight. Then I felt a lubricated finger slide into my arse, followed by a second. You clearly knew exactly what was going to happen on this walk and had come prepared! The roughness of your fingers made me gasp and I closed my eyes, waiting for you to penetrate me. When you thought I was ready, you slowly worked yourself into me, gasping yourself as you did so and within a minute or so I could feel that you were all the way inside me. Then you began to thrust, slowly at first but gradually getting faster, building up a rhythm. This was just what I?d been needing ? I really like to get fucked on a regular basis and since I?d been at the cottage the chances had been few and far between, Sure, I?d got my trusty selection of sex toys, but nothing feels as good as a real cock, especially one like this! I could feel your other hand now, reaching round to rub the bulge in the front of my panties and then you began to wank me off through the silky fabric, in time to your own thrusts. God, it felt so fucking good!



I knew it wouldn?t be too long now so when I began to feel your thrusts getting shorter and your breath starting to get ragged I knew that you were nearly there. That was my cue to straighten up and let you ease back out of my arse. Crouching down in front of you again I lowered my sunglasses and wanked your hot, jerking cock into my mouth. It only took few seconds for you to cum, groaning with lust as you pumped your seed into my mouth, although I made sure that some of it splashed up over my face and onto the lens of my glasses. Straightening up once more, I licked my lips and took the sunglasses off so you could watch me lick the last of your cum off them. You barely had time to push your cock back inside your shorts before there was some noise in the distance and a couple of people walk by on the footpath. They were only about ten feet away but as far as they could see, we were just a normal couple relaxing by a shady tree. If only they?d been here a few minutes before. Due to the angle you?re stood at they couldn?t see the very noticeable bulge in the front of my dress ? or that your right hand was caressing it right out in the open. No sooner were they out of sight and it was your turn to drop to your knees and suck cock. By this point I was so turned on that I orgasmed almost immediately, spraying my load deep into your mouth. You knelt there, with your lips attached to my cock until you felt sure that you?d milked every last drop out of me.


I knew that you?d been far too turned on to notice that small stain on my stocking top and, just as I got my breath back, it suddenly occurred to me what I?d been doing the last time I?d worn those stockings?

[smc]

^ Natalie, your story is wonderfully arousing. I'll leave it at that here, since you already know the details.

[Lbr4me]

Originally Posted by smc

Professor Kander, part 2

I rushed home. I had never felt so excited in my life. And I had never feared anything so much in my life. How in the hell would I be able to work closely with this woman, to whose picture I was masturbating on a regular basis, with no one else around? What had I done?

The next day, I arrived at Professor Kander?s house at the appointed time. I realized that I know anything about her. Was she married? Were kids in the picture? Or was she single? Did she live alone?

As these questions raced through my head, I rang the bell. Professor Kander came to the door. Her red hair was a bit wild compared to in class. She had on a light dress appropriate for the nice Spring day. She gave me little hug and thanked me for showing up to help her. I thought I would pass out.

When I asked her about the plan for the work, I called her Professor Kander. She came right up to me, put an index finger right to my lips, and said, ?Here I?m Orla.? My lips were burning from her touch. Did she notice?

We went to a small office upstairs and, within a short while, we were working. I read and marked up pages, and she made changes based on my suggestions. Sometimes she would ask me questions about my changes, and I found myself in a kind of role reversal. I was the teacher; she was the student. Things went pretty quickly, and we were so wrapped up in the work that I didn?t notice that the sun had set. It was 7 pm when Orla said, ?Are you hungry??

Her voice drove me crazy. I had to stop myself from telling her what I was really hungry for, and I simply said that I wouldn?t say no to something to eat. Then I asked her where her husband was.

?Oh, hun [she called me hun!!!], I?m not married. I was engaged a long time ago, but it didn?t work out. So, I guess it?s just you and me.?

She actually added ?for dinner? to the end of that sentence, but I didn?t hear it at first.

?Let?s go down to the kitchen and see if we can whip something up. Do you mind helping, hun??

Hun, again. I told her I would be happy to help.

Soon, I was bent over the table, cutting vegetables. At one point, Orla came up behind me, rested her head on my shoulder, and said, ?Hun, make those slices a little smaller.? I nearly passed out.

Within a short while, a delicious vegetable stew was ready and served. We sat at the small table, and I even got a glass of wine. Orla made what seemed at first like small talk, asking me where my family lived, whether I had a girlfriend, what kind of music I liked, and so on. But she kept coming back to the girlfriend issue. Finally, she looked me right in the eyes and said, ?I know.?

I stammered and asked her what she meant.

?A woman knows when a man is attracted to her. Do you really think I couldn?t tell why you were distracted in class??

I wanted to ask her if that was why she asked me to her house, but I thought that was to presumptuous. Besides, I was finding it hard to form words.

?It?s okay, though, hun, because outside of class we?re just two people, right??

I managed to tell her that I didn?t think that was the case. She chuckled.

?So, if I said you could kiss me, you wouldn?t do it??

I was being tortured. I knew it.

?Would you like to kiss me??

I couldn?t get any words out. I sat there, stunned. Orla got up, came over to me, and kissed me full on the lips. I felt the zipper in my pants start to give way. She pushed her tongue past my lips and again I nearly passed out.

?You know, when I?m through with you you?re going to have to drop my class.?

I felt a little bit of something drip out of my cock right into my underpants.

?It?s really okay. You know the material. I?ll give you the credit and you can take the final. But it?s not going to work to be in the classroom.?

This was starting to feel a bit bizarre. Just what did she mean by ?when I?m through with you?? What had I stepped into. Then she brushed her hand over the bulge in my pants that must have become obvious, even though I was sitting.

?A woman knows,? she whispered into my ear. ?You?re just the kind of young man I like. Smart, eager to learn, open to new ideas. That is you, right, hun??

All this was followed by a tongue in my ear and a squeeze of my cock, right through my pants. The drip turned to a leak.

Orla took my hand, pulled me up from the chair, and guided me to the couch in her living room. She sat down and told me to stand in front of her. I could smell sex. I knew the smell from masturbating. I was a virgin otherwise. She unzipped my pants and put her soft hand in, fondling my cock. It was hot and sticky. She took her hand out and licked her fingers.

?I think you do like me.? And then she put my cock right in her mouth. It was more than I could take. I stammered and stuttered, trying to tell her to stop because I wasn?t going to be able to control myself. Through her incredible sucking, I heard her say, ?It?s okay, hun. We have plenty of time. Give me a nice hot after-dinner drink.? And I shot a huge load of cum right into her mouth. Then I collapsed. Maybe I even passed out.

As I opened my eyes, I saw that Orla had taken off her dress. She was sitting on the couch clad only in some violet-colored lace panties. Her beautiful breasts were milky white, with taut nipples that beckoned my tongue. She smiled and shook her head, telling me to suck on them, which I did. I could feel my cock harden again and even start to drip again. She touched it gently and again reminded me that we had plenty of time.

For what seemed like an hour, I explored her breasts, neck, and stomach with my mouth and tongue. I was following orders; she told me what to do, and I obeyed. Every time I started to move closer to her panties, she would gently move my head somewhere else. Finally, she asked me for my cock, again. It was harder than I think it had ever been. I could see her lipstick on it, a sight that drove me wild. She kissed it and asked me to describe the sensations I was feeling. I complied.

?I have the same feelings, hun, the very same. It feels so good, doesn?t it?? And she stood up, pushing me down to sit on the couch. She positioned herself in front of me, where I had been, and slowly took off her panties. Out sprang a cock as large as mine.

?I have the same feelings,? she repeated. ?Don?t you want to see how it feels to make someone feel the way I make you feel??

Okay, I said I was a virgin, but I knew women didn?t have cocks. But it was so delicious looking. It was so smooth. She was completely hairless, and her beautiful cock was right in front of me. I could smell the same pungent aroma I had first noticed about her. It wasn?t perfume. It was the exotic, intoxicating fragrance of the most beautiful woman -- a trans woman -- I had ever seen.

I realized that only a fool would turn away. I was no fool. I reached out and stroked her beautiful cock, and then -- with her urging -- took it in my mouth. ?Do what I did to you, hun, and you?ll do fine,? she said. And so I sucked her beautiful cock, loving every minute of it, feeling my own dripping.

She implored me to reach up and touch her nipples as I worshipped her cock with my mouth. ?You can do it, hun. You don?t need your hands to suck my cock.?

It didn?t take long before I felt that incredible part of her womanhood grow larger in my mouth. It felt hotter. It was throbbing. She took one of my hands and placed it on her balls and started me gently rubbing their underside. She bucked and moaned, and then the most delicious nectar spewed from her. It was the taste of trans womanhood. It was the most delicious thing I?d ever tasted, and I wanted to swallow every drop. But before I could, she pulled herself out of my mouth, bent down, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. We shared her delicious cum.

She sat down next to me and kissed me. She asked me if everything was okay. I smiled and said yes. I told her I was in love, and she said, ?There will be time for that. Right now, we have some more exploring to do.?

Orla took me to her bedroom. We were completely naked. She told me that there was much more pleasure to be had. She was already hard again, and told me to get on the bed and suck her some more. I did for a few minutes, until her cock began to drip pre-cum. Then she had me get on all fours, got behind me, and rubbed it on my behind. She spoke softly in my ear and told me to trust her. I promised. Slowly, she pushed her hard cock into me. It hurt at first, but quickly turned to intense pleasure. She reached around and stroked my cock as she fucked me. I was hard again, and dripping. She put her fingers in my mouth so I could taste my own cock.

I could feel Orla?s cock becoming the cock that had cum in my mouth a while earlier. At that very moment, she pulled out of me and turned me over. I lied on my back and she put her cock back into me. We were able to kiss this way; it was pure heaven. Then she began to suck my cock as she pounded hers into me. I couldn?t believe anyone could do something like this. Within a few moments. I started spurting into her mouth. I felt her cock bigger than before. As I was cumming, Orla let out a low moan and then a scream. My cock came out of her mouth and cum sprayed everywhere. Then I felt her begin to fill me with her own cum.

I was in love. I still am. We still are.

whew--I can hardly breathe. I just glanced at this page and could not leave. Thanks for helping me think-just maybe-someday my dreams can come true.

[connie]

Her rubber cock was insatiable, as was her lust for my ass. She fucked me every position she could that night, and my little penis drooled all night, as orgasm after orgasm racked my body. Her musky smell increased in the small cabin as our bodies heated and sweat began to roll. As we moved into a reverse cowgirl, her hard rubber cock deep inside my hot little hole, her hands roaming from nipples, breasts, and hips, I could feel her body began to shake. She pushed me onto the bed and threw my legs over her shoulders. Stroking deep, hard and fast, she sucked on my pedicured toes and shook and shuddered as her orgasm gripped her and shook. She thrust brutally as deep as she could, our groins grinding together, my little cocket resting between our bodies, as she began to spray me, us, with her cum. Finished with her orgasm, she told me to clean herself and her wonderful cock with my mouth. I deep throated the rubber cock and licked her belly clean, she laid down and told me to lick and suck her feet, her toes, her legs. Even her long slim legs were hairy, but they were drenched with her juices, and sucked on her toes as she fingered her wet hairy pussy. She grabbed my hair and pulled me up to her wet cunt, the smell was fantastic and as I licked and cleaned her, she pulled me in deeper and deeper. My tounge penetrated her hot tight pussy, caressed her huge clit, and soon she was shaking and spraying me with her juices once more. She left as dawn began to break, I was nude on my bed, legs spread, covered in her spray and her musk. Worse, the wedding was that afternoon.

After a few hours sleep, and much makeup and primping, I made the wedding, it was lovely, both myself and Christina were bridesmaids, and standing there as the ceremony went on, she gave no indication of what had happened between us. The reception was held on the lawn of the lodge, with small stands of trees and shrubs bordering it. I moved down a path towards the lake, and was grabbed from behind and pulled into the trees. Her mouth greedily meet mine, her tounge invading my mouth, her hot hands roaming my body under my bridesmaids dress. She pulled my down onto all fours, and began to lick my sweet little pussy. " You love this don't you, being dominated by me. Being fucked by me, you love being my bitch.", then her tounge drove deep inside my rosebud. Oh my, soon enough her ever hard friend made his appearance, and slid deep inside of me. There I was on my knees, skirt around my waist, my panties torn, stockings ripped, my small breasts exposed and pushed into the grass, as Christina fucked me like a dog. I could see people across the lawn, the music from the reception floating on the air, and there I was, like an animal, being fucked in the grass and the dirt. To be continued

[randolph]

This story was inspired by the attached photo.

Rogers Revelation
Roger was one of those high school boys that was smart and socially adept. He was top of his class in mathematics and also class president. When graduating, he wanted to go to Stanford University because he knew that was the place to go for math and electrical engineering. Stanford had notified him that he qualified for a scholarship but it did not cover all his expenses. As he searched the internet for a summer job, he ran across a notice at Transmicro for a summer internship. Since Transmicro was near Stanford in Silicon Valley he applied and to his delight was accepted.
He was able to get a cheap room in the dormitories at Stanford for the summer since they were mostly empty. He packed his bags, said goodbye to his family and headed out to what he thought was his future in electrical engineering. Monday morning he checked in at Transmicro and met the personnel officer, Janet Jewell. She told him that his job would be delivering mail to the executive staff including the CEO, Dr.Carly Tiona. Janet invited Roger to sit down while she explained the operations of the office. “I must emphasize” she said “that Dr. Tiona runs a very tight ship, everyone must be to work on time and she tolerates no time wasting on the internet. Also, she expects her mail delivered precisely at nine am. Oh, and be sure to knock before entering her office.” Roger acknowledged all her instructions.
As Roger walked past the office staff to pickup the mail, he noticed everyone looked kind of nervous, suddenly everyone stood up as a door burst open and Dr. Tiona entered. She strode down the aisle in high heels and a surprisingly short skirt; she was a very fine looking women. Each worker nodded and said good morning as she passed. She looked straight ahead without acknowledging any of the greeting. He quickly got out of the way as she passed him. As she reached the end of the staff area she turned and said, “you can get back to work now”. Everybody immediately sat down and looked very busy.
Roger went to the mail room and picked up the mail. The mail clerk, Tad Durling introduced himself and also mentioned that Dr. Tiona wanted her mail at nine oclock sharp. Roger went the rounds delivering mail, watching the time. At nine oclock he knocked on Dr. Tiona’s door. There was no response so he quietly opened the door and entered. She was behind her desk on the phone. He approached her desk with the mail looking for a place to put it. Suddenly she looked up and stared at him for what seemed an eternity. “Who the hell are you”, she asked. “Err, ahem, I am Roger the summer intern, I have been assigned to deliver the mail”. “Well, put it her”, she said, pointing to a basket beside her desk. As he leaned over to place the mail he caught a glimpse of her shapely legs. She continued looking at him intently and he began to feel very uncomfortable.
“When you finish the mail delivery, come back here” she said with a firm voice. Roger nodded “yes Mam” and backed out of the room.
When Roger returned, Dr. Tiona was on the phone again, she pointed to a chair to the side of her desk. He sat down and noticed he had a full view of her sitting there with her gorgeous legs crossed seductively. She hung up the phone and turned her chair to face him. “So what are you doing here?” she asked. Roger explained that he was accepted to Stanford and he was delighted to be an intern at Transmicro. She smiled slightly and moved her crossed leg slightly. He glanced down when she did that and she caught his glance. The way she looked at made him feel strange, he felt some deep seated erotic urge stir within. “You can go now” she said.
This scenario continued every day. Roger began to look forward to these encounters; an erotic energy seemed to be building between them. He enjoyed looking at her legs and she seemed to be encouraging the looks. She didn’t say much, just looked at him with a slight smile as he glanced at her legs. Then one day after sitting there for several minutes she said, “lock the door”. She then called her secretary and said “no calls or visits until I call back”. Roger felt a rush of excitement, what was she up to. He knew she had been teasing him and he knew he was getting aroused. He returned to the chair and sat down. She smiled and opened a box of cigars. She picked one up and carefully licked it all over, then lit it up. She rolled her chair back and directed Roger to crawl under her desk. She then rolled her chair back so Roger was enclosed in front of her.
“You know what to do don’t you?” she said as she presented her foot to him. Roger had never experienced anything like this but somehow he did know what to do. He gently kissed her ankle as he removed her shoe. He then lifted her other leg and kissed her ankle and removed the shoe. He felt an amazing rush of erotic excitement, he loved being between her sexy legs. He loved caressing her lovely smooth legs as he looked up her thighs and thought about what was in her panties. She slid down her chair slightly and lifted her skirt allowing light to illuminate her panties. As Roger stared at them, “would you like to see what’s inside my panties”. “Yes Mam, very much”. “Well, sonny boy, pull them aside and see what I have for you. Roger tentavely reached over and gently pulled her panties aside. He gasped as a large cock slid out and rose to attention. He sat there stunned staring at this big erect cock. She puffed on her cigar and said. “You are going to please me aren’t you, you are going to kiss it and lick it and suck it and stroke it, aren’t you?.” She smiled down at him as he looked up at her. “Yes Mam” he said as she let out a little chuckle “good boy”.
Her instructions were very clear as he leaned forward and kissed the tip of her rigid cock. She quivered slightly as he kissed it and it seemed to get a little harder. He then began licking it like an ice cream cone, first around the head and then up and down the shaft. “Yes, that’s it, good boy, now suck it good, you love it don’t you. Roger nodded in agreement. He did indeed love it, he had never experienced such pleasure. He always thought that having sex with a girl and having his cock deep within her wet pussey would be the ultimate pleasure, now he was not so sure. The awareness that he was pleasuring the CEO of a major company was a huge turn on. He eagerly loved her cock, sucking and stroking and licking it with pure pleasure. He could feel her cock throbbing, it was rock hard and the throbbing was increasing. Suddenly she let out a gasp and his mouth filled with hot creamy cum. Load after load spurted into him. She was holding his ears as she pumped him full of her hard cock cum. He did his best to swallow it but some dripped from his lips but she would not let him release her cock. As it gradually relaxed she held him tight as he continued to gently suck on it. He was drooling all over it as he attempted to lick up the rest of her cum.
As he looked up at her, she leaned back in her chair and puffed on her cigar with a satisfied smile on her face. Some cum was still dripping from the sides of his mouth, he licked it up and said “Is there anything else I can do for you Mam?”. “That’s fine sunny boy you can come out now”. Roger crawled out from under desk and straightened himself up and wiped his lips. Roger, I expect you here tomorrow. Roger smiled and said, “I can’t wait”. She smiled and said “You love my cock don’t you?” He smiled “Yes Mam”. She stood up and took hold of him, “you can call me Carla”, she then kissed him on the lips. “You are my bitch now, do you know what that means”. “Ah, um, I am not sure Carla.” “Well, I now own you sexually, you are mine. You are to please me as I wish. My desires, needs and wishes are to come before yours.” “Carla, I will do anything for you, I love being with you.” “Fine, be here tomorrow, sweety.” He hurried to the restroom and tried to clean up the mess of cum he made in his under pants while sucking off her gorgeous tranny cock.

[Lbr4me]

Originally Posted by smc

Professor Kander, part 2

I rushed home. I had never felt so excited in my life. And I had never feared anything so much in my life. How in the hell would I be able to work closely with this woman, to whose picture I was masturbating on a regular basis, with no one else around? What had I done?

The next day, I arrived at Professor Kander?s house at the appointed time. I realized that I know anything about her. Was she married? Were kids in the picture? Or was she single? Did she live alone?

As these questions raced through my head, I rang the bell. Professor Kander came to the door. Her red hair was a bit wild compared to in class. She had on a light dress appropriate for the nice Spring day. She gave me little hug and thanked me for showing up to help her. I thought I would pass out.

When I asked her about the plan for the work, I called her Professor Kander. She came right up to me, put an index finger right to my lips, and said, ?Here I?m Orla.? My lips were burning from her touch. Did she notice?

We went to a small office upstairs and, within a short while, we were working. I read and marked up pages, and she made changes based on my suggestions. Sometimes she would ask me questions about my changes, and I found myself in a kind of role reversal. I was the teacher; she was the student. Things went pretty quickly, and we were so wrapped up in the work that I didn?t notice that the sun had set. It was 7 pm when Orla said, ?Are you hungry??

Her voice drove me crazy. I had to stop myself from telling her what I was really hungry for, and I simply said that I wouldn?t say no to something to eat. Then I asked her where her husband was.

?Oh, hun [she called me hun!!!], I?m not married. I was engaged a long time ago, but it didn?t work out. So, I guess it?s just you and me.?

She actually added ?for dinner? to the end of that sentence, but I didn?t hear it at first.

?Let?s go down to the kitchen and see if we can whip something up. Do you mind helping, hun??

Hun, again. I told her I would be happy to help.

Soon, I was bent over the table, cutting vegetables. At one point, Orla came up behind me, rested her head on my shoulder, and said, ?Hun, make those slices a little smaller.? I nearly passed out.

Within a short while, a delicious vegetable stew was ready and served. We sat at the small table, and I even got a glass of wine. Orla made what seemed at first like small talk, asking me where my family lived, whether I had a girlfriend, what kind of music I liked, and so on. But she kept coming back to the girlfriend issue. Finally, she looked me right in the eyes and said, ?I know.?

I stammered and asked her what she meant.

?A woman knows when a man is attracted to her. Do you really think I couldn?t tell why you were distracted in class??

I wanted to ask her if that was why she asked me to her house, but I thought that was to presumptuous. Besides, I was finding it hard to form words.

?It?s okay, though, hun, because outside of class we?re just two people, right??

I managed to tell her that I didn?t think that was the case. She chuckled.

?So, if I said you could kiss me, you wouldn?t do it??

I was being tortured. I knew it.

?Would you like to kiss me??

I couldn?t get any words out. I sat there, stunned. Orla got up, came over to me, and kissed me full on the lips. I felt the zipper in my pants start to give way. She pushed her tongue past my lips and again I nearly passed out.

?You know, when I?m through with you you?re going to have to drop my class.?

I felt a little bit of something drip out of my cock right into my underpants.

?It?s really okay. You know the material. I?ll give you the credit and you can take the final. But it?s not going to work to be in the classroom.?

This was starting to feel a bit bizarre. Just what did she mean by ?when I?m through with you?? What had I stepped into. Then she brushed her hand over the bulge in my pants that must have become obvious, even though I was sitting.

?A woman knows,? she whispered into my ear. ?You?re just the kind of young man I like. Smart, eager to learn, open to new ideas. That is you, right, hun??

All this was followed by a tongue in my ear and a squeeze of my cock, right through my pants. The drip turned to a leak.

Orla took my hand, pulled me up from the chair, and guided me to the couch in her living room. She sat down and told me to stand in front of her. I could smell sex. I knew the smell from masturbating. I was a virgin otherwise. She unzipped my pants and put her soft hand in, fondling my cock. It was hot and sticky. She took her hand out and licked her fingers.

?I think you do like me.? And then she put my cock right in her mouth. It was more than I could take. I stammered and stuttered, trying to tell her to stop because I wasn?t going to be able to control myself. Through her incredible sucking, I heard her say, ?It?s okay, hun. We have plenty of time. Give me a nice hot after-dinner drink.? And I shot a huge load of cum right into her mouth. Then I collapsed. Maybe I even passed out.

As I opened my eyes, I saw that Orla had taken off her dress. She was sitting on the couch clad only in some violet-colored lace panties. Her beautiful breasts were milky white, with taut nipples that beckoned my tongue. She smiled and shook her head, telling me to suck on them, which I did. I could feel my cock harden again and even start to drip again. She touched it gently and again reminded me that we had plenty of time.

For what seemed like an hour, I explored her breasts, neck, and stomach with my mouth and tongue. I was following orders; she told me what to do, and I obeyed. Every time I started to move closer to her panties, she would gently move my head somewhere else. Finally, she asked me for my cock, again. It was harder than I think it had ever been. I could see her lipstick on it, a sight that drove me wild. She kissed it and asked me to describe the sensations I was feeling. I complied.

?I have the same feelings, hun, the very same. It feels so good, doesn?t it?? And she stood up, pushing me down to sit on the couch. She positioned herself in front of me, where I had been, and slowly took off her panties. Out sprang a cock as large as mine.

?I have the same feelings,? she repeated. ?Don?t you want to see how it feels to make someone feel the way I make you feel??

Okay, I said I was a virgin, but I knew women didn?t have cocks. But it was so delicious looking. It was so smooth. She was completely hairless, and her beautiful cock was right in front of me. I could smell the same pungent aroma I had first noticed about her. It wasn?t perfume. It was the exotic, intoxicating fragrance of the most beautiful woman -- a trans woman -- I had ever seen.

I realized that only a fool would turn away. I was no fool. I reached out and stroked her beautiful cock, and then -- with her urging -- took it in my mouth. ?Do what I did to you, hun, and you?ll do fine,? she said. And so I sucked her beautiful cock, loving every minute of it, feeling my own dripping.

She implored me to reach up and touch her nipples as I worshipped her cock with my mouth. ?You can do it, hun. You don?t need your hands to suck my cock.?

It didn?t take long before I felt that incredible part of her womanhood grow larger in my mouth. It felt hotter. It was throbbing. She took one of my hands and placed it on her balls and started me gently rubbing their underside. She bucked and moaned, and then the most delicious nectar spewed from her. It was the taste of trans womanhood. It was the most delicious thing I?d ever tasted, and I wanted to swallow every drop. But before I could, she pulled herself out of my mouth, bent down, and thrust her tongue into my mouth. We shared her delicious cum.

She sat down next to me and kissed me. She asked me if everything was okay. I smiled and said yes. I told her I was in love, and she said, ?There will be time for that. Right now, we have some more exploring to do.?

Orla took me to her bedroom. We were completely naked. She told me that there was much more pleasure to be had. She was already hard again, and told me to get on the bed and suck her some more. I did for a few minutes, until her cock began to drip pre-cum. Then she had me get on all fours, got behind me, and rubbed it on my behind. She spoke softly in my ear and told me to trust her. I promised. Slowly, she pushed her hard cock into me. It hurt at first, but quickly turned to intense pleasure. She reached around and stroked my cock as she fucked me. I was hard again, and dripping. She put her fingers in my mouth so I could taste my own cock.

I could feel Orla?s cock becoming the cock that had cum in my mouth a while earlier. At that very moment, she pulled out of me and turned me over. I lied on my back and she put her cock back into me. We were able to kiss this way; it was pure heaven. Then she began to suck my cock as she pounded hers into me. I couldn?t believe anyone could do something like this. Within a few moments. I started spurting into her mouth. I felt her cock bigger than before. As I was cumming, Orla let out a low moan and then a scream. My cock came out of her mouth and cum sprayed everywhere. Then I felt her begin to fill me with her own cum.

I was in love. I still am. We still are.

Just thought you should now I could hardly breathe as I read this story. THANKS

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Originally Posted by Lbr4me

Just thought you should now I could hardly breathe as I read this story. THANKS

You are so very welcome. That story is from January 2010. Perhaps it's time for me to write another.

[connie]

She quickly and roughly had me naked, her rough hands stroking and invading my delicate little ass, pinching my erect nipples. I tried to once again demand that she leave, but my knees were weak, and to tell the truth, she wasn't hurting me. She pulled her shirt off, and her nipples were erect on too small muscular breasts. She pulled me and raising her arm thrust my face into her arm pit. It was hairy, and musky, "Lick it sissy, you know it turns you on. Kiss it, show me you love it." It was such a turn on, she was hairy and rough and smelled of sex, and here hands roamed my soft body non stop. She had me lick her other arm pit, it was slightly damp, but again had her scent and I inhaled it gladly, licking and nibbling her tender flesh and hair. She pushed me onto the bed, " Do you want me to leave, pretty little sissy. I will go if you want me to." I should have said yes, it was an invasion of privacy, it was pretty much rape, but I am perverse, and it was such a turn on, her taking control like that. "No," I said in a low voice, "Please don't go." She stepped out of her jeans, and I say the big strap on cock bounce up as it was freed from it's denim prison. I could see her pubic hair peeking out from around the stapon, smell her pussy musk. She spread her legs slighly and I could see how wet she was as she begin to staddle me, sliding her wet cunt up onto my breasts, my nipples, and finally my face. I began to lick her wetness, and she rocked on my face, making sure I licked her pussy and her sweet little asshole. Her legs were hairy, and I could feel them around my breasts, her little feet and toes resting under them, cupping them. I licked her to a quick climax, she came hard and fast, squeezing my face between her thighs and asscheeks. Her skin, was very soft, even if she was very hairy, and I could feel the precum run from my erect little cock. She slid off my face and stuck her pretty little feet in my face. "Suck my toes, make me love how you do it." I needed no urging to do so, she had very sexy feet and suckable toes. She had them polished and it was one of the most female things I had seen on her yet. Soon enough, she was ready to began something new. With a slurp she pulled her foot out of my mouth and pulled my lips to her huge dildo. " Suck, suck my cock little girl, make it wet." I opened my mouth, and let it slide in untill my nose and lips were buried against her groin, her scent in my nostrils. She held the back of my head and fucked my face as if it were really her cock. She shuddered and withdrew, and pushed into a kneeling position on the bed. For the first time she tenderly kissed and licked my hot little asshole. Her tounge soon became intrusive, striving to enter my ass with it's firm wet little heat. She stroked my tiny cock until she could feel my approaching climax. "Oh, I know you want my cock sissy, and now I am going to give it to you." With a swift move, she pushed the head into my ass, I was very wet and I did want it, and it slid in slowly, filling my so nicely. I moaned as she pushed in as far as it would go, and then slowly began to fuck me. I collapsed on the bed, but she rode me down, that huge silicon cock filling me, acting like a link between us. We were the siamese twins of anal penetration, and she rode me faster and faster. I cold feel my body spasm, as orgams shook me, my little cock leaked a small amount of fluid, meaning I was really aroused, as she continued to ride me ass. She fucked me deeper and deeper, faster and faster chasing her own orgasm until she wailed and shook, spraying hot fluid over me, it could have been piss for all I knew, and collapsed onto my sweaty body, her cock still buried deep inside of me. But the night was not over yet.