Tuesday, 10 November 2009
I know a lovely guy who is very clear in what he wants from a girl, and that means, mainly her body! which I happily gave. He looks as though he is a little soft in the video but as things hotted up and the camera was cast aside, things got a lot harder and more urgent.
Saturday, 7 November 2009
This short video reonates with me at a very deep level.....The woman's beauty and grace in the face of her animalistic treatment at the hands of her male ravishers, injects a strange level of erotic tension. Her accesiblity with her long dress opening down the rear to give the men access to her vagina....the soft expression on her face and their crude coupling followed by the sudden pulling out and the spilling of seed from out of between her legs onto the floor..... all add to the remarkable sexual frission and tension.
The truth is that I dearly would give anything to be her!!!....... To be standing helpless while my buttocks are fondled, stroked revealed and opened .....and to feel men press themselves into me and use me. To project myself into her role and become her, makes me have instant, multiple orgasms. Yet this suprises me, as I am not utterly submissive, in fact I have been called anything but submissiive by any number of boyfriends and lovers, I do not relish being tied up or watching other submissive fantasies, they have little effect, it this this specific video and this scenario alone that creates such a powerful influence on me sexually and emotionally.
It is strange...... and I am indebted to a member of multiply who posted it a few months ago. I have been removed from multiply for being too overt and in truth I cannot face climbing back into this rather scrawny social networking site anymore and will now be found among the harder core sites that cater for sexual human being and allows them to express themselves more freely.
I hope you enjoy
Sunday, 16 August 2009
Saturday, 20 June 2009
In the late 1970’s I was in my mid twenties and a precocious, slim, and very narcissistic boy who dressed whenever possible as a girl. I had a regular stream of boyfriends and had regular affairs on occasions breaking hearts with the casualness of youth.
In 1976 I found work in the Middle East and had rented a flat in Cyprus, which I used as a base to travel around to other Middle Eastern countries. I can’t say what I worked at but it was fairly mundane and not very special, but one of the advantages was that although for work I was dressed as a male I had large amounts of time when I could dress as my other me which was Andrea.
What the job did entail was a fantastic opportunity to travel around to countries including: Egypt, Syria, Turkey and Lebanon. Either flying out of Larnaca airport in Cyprus or taking the ferries or hydrofoil that went over to Beirut.
These were difficult times for the Middle East, a state, which only ever seems to wax and wane over the years and now as ever, is scarred with war and tensions. I quickly learnt to love the whole region and its people, who are perhaps the most hospitable and welcoming I have met anywhere. I was at the time mainly based in Nicosia Cyprus and it was while I was at a party in Nicosia one night that I was introduced to Assad.
I was 26 and an effeminate English male who regularly dressed as a girl and Assad was a 49 year old married Syrian businessman, albeit a very successful one. He had a wife and large family living in a beautiful house in Geneva and he had two houses in Syria one outside Damascus in the middle class area and another older modest Damascene type house he had inherited in the centre of old Damascus.
We were introduced at the party that was held by a woman friend of mine who was well connected with members of the United Nations and local businessman and acted as a sort of match-maker for various business contacts. She was delightful, in her late forties and very glamorous and had taken something of a shine to me and introduced me to the local international society that was based in Nicosia.
Once the introduction was made Assad shook my hand quite gently and held onto it longer than was necessary on a first meeting, all the while gazing into my eyes. I was slightly taken aback but found his attention rather mesmerising. As the wine flowed, I found myself locked in intense conversation, my antenna picked up something from this very jovial middle aged man, my instincts told me I was being chatted up, he clearly fancied me and was chatting me up as a man would do to a girl, with all the gestures and soft voices and the listening intently to my replies. His hand kept touching my forearm or was gently held around the middle of my back for a moment all as part of the dance of this flirtatious conversation.
We went out onto the balcony of the apartment and a moment came when he put an arm around me, in what looked like a cheerful manly way.... then, using the hand that was now resting on my shoulder, his fingers gently caught my earlobe and very softly rubbed the skin between his finger and thumb. The effect was intensely erotic and intimate and a live current seemed to connect straight to my crotch.
At that moment I knew he wanted me as a lover, and his eyes were looking at my eyes with that slow warm intensity that is the colour of lust. I felt my heart thumping and my mind was cascading through ideas such as was this to be a quick one night stand and how was his attraction for me going to translate into a physical relationship.
The party went on and we wandered down the stairs without any seeming purpose until we were in the large communal garden at the rear of the flat, which was full of mimosa trees and some dried tall, clumps of serrated edge cacti. The night was hot and the sky a dark velvet black, peppered with the pinprick lights of stars.
We spoke in hushed voices as he slowly unfolded more details about himself and his life, his business interests, his house in Switzerland, all the while his face close to mine so I could feel his warm breath on my cheek...His hand moved up my back under the damp cotton of my shirt, his fingers tracing languorous lines up the curve of my spine, making little sensual tingles fill my head.
In all my time with him, one thing that stands out so strongly in my memory was, apart from being a delightful man, he was a supreme lover. His skills went beyond normal sex and entered the realm where he could make your body tense and arched then relax, before bringing showers of little drops of ecstasy over my whole torso, making you on the verge of a slow burning, languorous orgasm. Except that he would wait until the moment was right, then let you release everything in synchronisation with his own body and in time with his own pleasure.
Finally that evening and in a way that surprised me, he held my face in his hands and very slowly kissed my lips. It was an astonishing kiss, he seemed to be drawing my physicality to concentrate in the sensitive area of my lips and tongue and as his tongue gently darted through my lips, I felt as if I was in that wonderful state just before an cumming. Only I was standing in front of him my arms hanging loosely at my sides, as he carried on kissing me and this time shifted both hands from my face to my rear and gently cupped my jeans covered buttocks and massaged my flesh with his fingers through the coarse material as he pulled me tightly into his embrace.
I was by now wet between the legs and I mean wet as my pre-cum was flowing and creating a spreading stain at the front of my jeans. I was to say the least hooked and entranced by this unassuming man who had crept into my being in such a short time.
From that day our affair started and it was very passionate and fun and lively and energetic and hot. But this experience was about a specific night that has seared itself into my memory for combining all my senses and sexuality into something unique and unforgettable .
We had been seeing each other about a month but bizarrely had not had any full sexual union, just kissing and fondling and caressing, although that was so intense that on one occasion I was sitting next to him in an old Mercedes taxi on the way home from a meal in a restaurant and his hand rested on my thigh.... very suddenly and without warning I had an orgasm. It was a shock, as I felt the blood rush to my face and the warm feel of my cum filled my pants, and with a strangled breathless voice I urgently whispered to him to give me a handkerchief. He produced a large fresh white linen cloth, which I hurriedly stuffed down the front of my jeans to stem the flow and prevent me from having an embarrassing wet patch. So the sexual tension was very high and I was desperate for him to take me.
We had a long series of conversations about me dressing and his interest became immediately intense and keen. I gave him some copies of photos I had of me in various outfits which had been taken back in London by a boyfriend. He explained that it was his ultimate desire deep inside him to have a girl who was a boy and to have her in his bed. We immediately decided that we should do something reckless and different something special when he would finally take me to his bed and fill me.
A week later he said he had everything arranged and that I was to go to his house in Damascus. He warned me to dress soberly and arranged for a car to collect me from Lattaki on the coast where I arrived after a relatively quick boat crossing.
I felt deeply excited by the trip, both emotionally and sexually as I knew we would be alone in his house for three days, so would be playing his special game whatever that was, as he had said I would only discover what was in store as the journey unfolded.
It was also a heady romantic venture in a strange land, with me as the object of desire. I knew from his careful briefings that we had to be careful as Syria was and still is a strict conservative and religious country where Homosexuality was illegal and although men were publicly physically very close, much more so than a western city, a trans-sexuality was basically off the scale and had to be indulged behind firmly closed and locked doors.
Even so, I brought with me a large make-up bag and some simple pretty outfits, some pretty lingerie and two long decent human hair wigs, that were black and fell to below my shoulders and partially down my back. They had been given to me by an old friend in London who was a hairdresser and were very high quality.
I had cut my hair elfin-short, as it was too hot to wear long, as I usually did. I was fit and smoothed skinned and had managed a fair amount of naked sunbathing on the flat roof of my apartment in Cyprus, so I had a nice all over brown tanned, shaved body that was lithe, firm and slim.
A car with a driver had collected me and we drove through the hot late afternoon to Damascus. All the way the driver had a local radio station, playing traditional Levantine music with the swirling answering voices and the rise and fall of an Arab orchestra. I was hot and looked through the window at the trucks and general traffic driving past and began to feel myself sinking into another world.
we arrived finally at the entrance to his house at about 7.00pm after snaking through numerous back streets and pushing pedestrians out of the way so no one was crushed but ebbed and flowed around the circumference of the car, I glimpsed men in plain Abayas and women in full long dark gowns with scarves round their heads rather than the full hijab. It was like being in a hot cocoon surrounded by a swirling river of humanity all carrying packages or bags or cloth and all busy and all flowing around me.
From the outside I thought we had arrived at a slum. The taxi had squeezed through back streets that were built on a road plan 6000 years old. The door was short and made of old wood reinforced and covered in metal studs. I knocked and almost immediately Assad was there opening the door and pulling my bag inside. And what an inside it was. The house was like a hidden treasure, with an open central courtyard, with a high sided pool and all around, leading of the central square, were connected rooms lined with wood panelling and hung with low heavily ornate lamps, with jewelled apertures that let beams of coloured light fall over the painted stone walls.
It was like a tiny palace and as though I had stepped into a quiet pool of utter tranquillity. Assad led me by the hand as he proudly took me through room after room all of which had marbled patterned floors and large Persian rugs and low slung wooden benches and seats covered in cushions. It was utterly delightful, exotic and homely all at once and clearly built some many years ago
while I was being shown around, a small man in a long caftan appeared and took my case. He was Assad’s house- man and he looked after the house when he was away and prepared food when he was entertaining or on his own. I learnt later that he trusted him in a unique way as he has clearly witnessed things which must have seemed pretty blasphemous in his eyes, until Assad told me that he had his own ‘particular interests’! which balanced the judgment between them and bound them together in a sort of confidentiality bond!
After a wonderful dinner of mixed lamb dishes with yoghurt, and roast vegetables, we talked. I had not had any opportunity to ‘dress’ for Assad when he was visiting me in Cyprus and While he told me that in his wildest dreams he saw me in a short dress or skirt with long dark hair and heels looking flirtatious and coquettish... inviting him to make a play for me..... it so far had only been in his mind’s eye and I hoped the next three days were going to change that and allow me to appear to him as he had dreamed.
Before we had parted before my trip to Damascus he had kissed me long and hard his tongue gently feeling my mouth and kissing my eyelids. He suddenly declared that he had decided to give me a special name, his blue-eyed Azeen. He said that this way I brought together his world and my world... in me as his dark haired but blue eyed girl.
The name had a strange effect on me making me feel very feminine and disconnected from my old life in London.
That night after dinner, he took me to a separate bedroom and when I showed suprise and a little shock that he was leaving me alone, he smiled and held his index finger to my lips.
“Azeen” he said “We have waited, or at least I have waited some weeks for this time together and tomorrow will be very special, so for tonight I will leave the sweet object of my desire on her own.... by tomorrow however you will have been joined with me.” With that he held me very tight and we kissed for an age, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths and I felt a hardening in his groin pushed against my belly.... then as if doubting his self control, he suddenly left me in the high ceilinged room with the large double bed made-up with fresh linen sheets and a large fan in the ceiling gently moving the air around me.
There was a small room next to the bedroom with a toilet and a tiny bath and against one wall, a large cabinet filled with oils, soaps and perfumes. I washed slowly and carefully using one of the soft washing cloths, then moisturised my skin from the glass jars that smelt like jasmine and after exploring the dark wooden cupboard that ran along one of the bedroom walls I found a selection of wonderful gowns, some short and some long with low necks with exquisite embroidery in brightly coloured threads around the neck and sleeves. I eventually chose a long white robe and rubbed some of the fragrant perfumed oil into my skin and climbed alone into the bed, not really knowing what to think but feeling very sexually aroused. The air was hot and only now could I hear the distant sound of the city like a distant party whose noise and bustle was like an echo, after passing through the thick stone walls.
That night I dreamt of Scherazade and dark knights of the Caliphs, with almond eyed men reaching out and feeling my thighs and neck.... at one point I was on my back held up in the arms of a multitude of men, feeling twenty strong hands hold me gently and at the same time caress and investigate the curves and orifices of my body.
In the morning a skylight let a coloured pattern in bright sunlight, shine onto the white linen sheets of the bed and I woke, stretched luxuriously and after looking at the wall clock realised it was quite late in the morning. The door opened and in came Assad’s servant, bearing a tray which he set down in front of me on the bed. The tray smelt wonderful and had a small silver pot of hot water, a tiny jug with thick Arab coffee surrounded by plates jumbled with water melon slices and grapes, slices of orange and a bowl of yoghurt.
He then took a small hot wet towel and holding my chin gently washed my face. It was both refreshing and very sensual and I found myself giving myself up to be washed, like an obedient young girl. It was subtle but quite strong and made me strangely submissive.
I ate my breakfast which was exquisite, then threw back the sheet and went into the small bathroom. I took of my nightgown and was standing naked, when suddenly Assad’s servant was at my side again. This time I was slightly taken aback and felt slightly embarrassed, my hands instinctively covered my crotch and strangely, without thinking, my nipples! but he was seemingly very much in charge and proceeded to fill the bath with hot water from an old electric wall heater, till the room began to get humid even in the heat of Damascus. With no words his hand gently but firmly clasped my body and made me stand in the bath. First of all he washed my face again... then to my alarm lathered my face and with a shiny cut-throat razor shaved me slowly and carefully, giving me the smoothest shave I had ever had.
Then he lathered my body gently soaping my legs and thighs, then my back and then working his way round to my buttocks. I was now standing in the small bathtub covered in lather while his hands expertly both washed and massaged my skin. I was now beginning to get aroused again and his hand went deeper into the cleft of my buttocks whilst his other hand gently stroked me on my belly. Then, with the soap easing the way, his finger became more penetrating and in a moment he had invaded my slippery pussy hole, making me give a sudden intake of breath as my body was opened to his long probing fingers. And I felt myself sway slightly as I lost my self to his hand completely. He was smiling at me while between heavy eyelids I stood naked, with my thigh spread with my firm rear, opened and held by his hand.
He withdrew his fingers and I sank back into the water feeling very aroused and dreamy. He continued to wash me massaging my neck and shoulder and soaping every part of me as if I was some delicate child.
I was then helped up and out of the bath and dried and a fresh gown was brought for me. He opened one of the glass bottles and after rubbing oil onto his hands, more perfumed oil was rubbed into my skin, this time not by me but by the expert hands of my attendant.
I had no underwear, as my dresser had literally dressed me and he had chosen what I recognised was a very sumptuous woman’s dress or rather long gown, worn only by the ‘high born’ woman. I loved it and with my feet in gold sandals with upturned toes and little gold tassels I felt very regal and feminine.
I was led to a table in the courtyard, where all my make-up had been neatly laid out on a dark mauve cloth and on the table a large mirror in a wooden frame showed my brown face looking fresh and clean and ready to be painted.
I learnt that Assad had got up early and was off in the city dealing with some business. This information was given to me in very broken English, with a few misunderstandings on the way. So I then spent a happy half an hour shaping my nails, applying thick rings of cole around my eyes with a subtle gray eye shadow and a pale red lipstick.
Finally I was ready, I took one of the long dark wigs and brushed and set it carefully, so I now looked like an Arab princess perhaps, too tall but certainly I was pleased with the overall effect.
I then spent the rest of the day in a sort of slightly dazed state wandering around the house and looking at its treasures. The main living room was covered in carved wooden panels which almost went to the ceiling; there were highly stylised carvings of antelopes and small birds obviously some two or three hundred years old. All around were wonderful Persian, Turkmen and Afghan carpets, soft to walk on and filled with glorious patterns made from the tightly woven wool and silk threads.
The day gently unfolded and I was a little disappointed that my lover had left me in his house albeit being treated like a princess, but still I would have preferred to have his hands around me and his lips kissing me.
At five o clock he came home and I quickly went to the front door and as his servant opened it, I curtsied low to him, I’m not sure why I did this, as it was very uncharacteristic but after a day like I had spent I felt like some young bride welcoming her husband home and it felt like the most natural thing to do.
He was delighted to see me and held me at arm’s length for what seemed like five minutes just looking me all over with his eyes and beaming and chuckling at me. He was obviously very happy with what he saw and he led me back into the living room for coffee.
Fist he apologised for leaving me all day alone but said he could not get out of the meeting that day; it was unplanned and involved meetings with government representatives, so he had had no choice. He then began to tell me about his plans for the evening. And my eyes began to widen and what lay in store.
He told me that this evening he was going to hold a very private party for two of his very old and select friends. And he hoped that i would be willing to be the entertainment for them. I was amused at what appeared to be a potentially interesting scenario unfolding as he spoke! He wanted me to dress as a belly dancer and dance for his guests during the evening. I interrupted him to say that I had never done a belly dance before but again he hushed me and explained that his servant would teach me the basics and certainly enough to enchant his guests.
I sensed that he wanted to show me off to some of his old cronies but by now the idea of dancing and trying to arouse three middle-aged Arab men, was in my current state of mind, a very exciting prospect.
After further light chat I was taken again by his servant back to my bedroom where laid out o the bed was a belly dancing costume. I noticed immediately a small gold front embroidered G-string covered in small gold coins. There was a diaphanous skirt, completely transparent and split into four soft panels. There was a gorgeous coin encrusted gold bra and a large sort of hip belt from which hung long gold chains with a gold coin at the end of each. With the outfit were a collection of gold armlets and ankle chains and a large gold transparent scarf with ties for my fingers.
I undressed and put on a small pair of briefs and a bra with bare feet and Assad’s servant took my by the hand and we went into a heavily carpeted room that was dimly lit and in one corner was an old valve gramophone player.
I was placed in the centre of the carpets and he switched on the player, waited patiently for it to warm up then placed the players arm onto an LP record. Immediately the room filled with the sweeping sound of an Arab orchestra and percussion and He took my hand and started to tap out the beat on my wrist.
Amazingly the man turned out to be an excellent dancer and within an hour I had managed to match the music with the sway of my hips and undulating my pelvis, so my bottom began to slip and slide suggestively in time to the beats. I moved sideways from foot to foot swaying my hips, then swivelling gently so I had my back to my imagined audience. I held my arms up and used them to swirl the scarf around me, holding it in front of my face, then letting it drop slowly down my front while twitching my hips and holding my weight on my thighs for a moment before swinging my body to one side. OK it wasn’t perfect by any means but I got the smile of approval from Assad’s servant and I felt that at least I now had a clue as to how to move my body like a harem girl and give these guys some sort of a show that might stiffen their groins and catch their dark warm eyes.
Assad said that I would eat first, before the guests arrived and then I was to wait in an ante-room until he clapped his hands which would be my cue to come in and perform. Normally I would have found such a request demeaning and stupid and flounced out a denial or refusal, but instead I felt that I had shifted myself a long way away from my normal everyday world and had become another creature, a female creature who did as she was bid with lowered eyelids and a gentle sway of the body to silently signal that I was available to my man and master.
I was taken away and again bathed by his servant and shaved, only this time what I didn’t realise is that the shaving was to be much more intimate than just my face. I was gently laid on a heap of towels with my skin softened with oil. My attendant gently but firmly pushed my legs apart, so I was on my face with my rump in the air exposing my most intimate parts to his gaze. He rubbed oil around the soft skin between my legs and then with a safety razor began to shave my off my pudenda, paying close attention to the sac and the area that ran between the balls and my pussy hole.
When he had careful washed off the residue of oil, I explored myself with my hands and felt my soft smooth skin that surrounded my open pussy. The sense of nakedness was strange, as I had opened myself so intimately with this strange servant of my lover. I had only known him a day and he had a somewhat more intimate knowledge of my body than many of my previous lovers had ever gained!
Then the tempo moved up a pace and two people arrived and were let in I didn’t see them as I was sitting naked in front of my mirror in the bedroom squeezing my nipples and practising my pout. I learnt later that they were from a sort of select caterer and were delivering the dinner that was to be served that evening and at which I appeared to become the dessert.
But now a slow transformation began, I was clean and soft and ready, I began my make-up under the watchful eyes of my servant and in my mind I decided to call him Sally, perhaps inappropriate, but for me it felt right even though he spoke no English and I only a smattering of Arabic. He seemed to fix on every move of the brush as I applied a light dusting of foundation followed by my dark eye shadow
And long slow moves of the mascara brush, having placed neat black lines of cole around both my eyes. Every now and then he would take the brush or crayon from my hand and very gently and with a rock steady hand, adjust or perfect something I had applied.
At the end I was looking at an olive skinned girl with large dark eyes and large plump dark red lips staring back at me out of the mirror. Sally then made me dress in my dancer’s costume. With the small gold panties followed by the gold chained hip belt that created a cascade of soft diaphanous materials and a cascade of thing gold chains intertwined with small gold coins. My bra was an intricate piece that combined lingerie, engineering, jewellery and showbusiness. I put on my long black wig and secured it tightly with hidden hair clasps.
I brushed it slowly through till it fell in soft regular curls down over my shoulders. Finally I attached the matching gold tiara-styled head band to top me off. Sally then began to cover me in jewellery and as he applied the wrist bands and finger and toe rings that this was not paste jewellery but real gold and precious gems. I was slightly taken aback and watched in awe as I was festooned in what must have been a good few thousand pounds of antique gold Syrian jewellery! Finally Sally took a milky coloured precious moonstone in a gold setting and applied a little sticky paste from a jar and gently pushed it into my belly button.
He held my hands in his and gently pulled me up to stand in front of him and pulled my hand to make me twirl for him so he could check his handiwork. The large smile on his face, revealing two large gold teeth, told me that he thought I would do for his master’s pleasure.
I was then led to a small anteroom by a route that meant I was hidden from view from the diners. But as I moved, I jangled and jingled with all the gold coins around my hips and chest creating the sound of millions of tiny bells. They might not have been able to see me but they must have heard me coming in the next room and I wondered what they were thinking, or expecting, if anything. I had no idea what my lover had told them or in all truth what he had in mind. What I did know is that as I sat on cushions, my back upright, my gold outfit glinting in the lamplight that I felt more sexually aroused than I could ever remember being before. I had been lucky to have some wonderful sex with men who were imaginative and kind and had had multiple orgasms with some of them but this was different. I sat feeling excited and vulnerable and empowered all at the same time. I had never felt so somehow physically perfect, It seemed as though my skin was glowing and all my limbs seemed for once to be in perfect unison with each other. Between my legs I was flaccid but still deeply excited and aroused and as I sat there my eyes caught the fluttering of an enormous moth that had got into the room and awakened by the soft lamp light, was fluttering its large powdery wings around the light while I sat entranced and perhaps also a little bewitched.
Then suddenly I heard a low murmur of laughter from the next room and a loud sudden handclap.
My moment had arrived, I had to now go and perform for my master and lover.
His blue eyed Azeen was ready.
I slowly entered the room my head looking down and moved to the centre of the large Persian carpet that covered the centre of the floor. I looked up for a moment to get a measure of my audience. My Assad was sitting in the middle, wearing the traditional Arab male Kaftan and smoking a short cigar, on either side of him were his two friends and companions, similarly dressed, who were around the same age, their mid-forties and each had olive skin and dark brown eyes and friendly warm faces that were wearing eager expressions. Assad had clearly promised them something special and the air was filled with a sort of electric tension that was palpable. They all three sat cross-legged on the floor and a few plates from their dinner were sitting on a giant tray on one side. They had all been smoking and the atmosphere was hazy and the lamplight made it seem vague and diffuse.
For a moment I was caught wondering what to do..... I looked down at my bare feet with the brightly painted red toenails, hearing the soft jingling of the coins that draped my thighs and wasn’t sure quite how to start. I looked up and saw that Sally had taken up position behind them and he nodded to me. He then reached out and the record player set on a wooden stand suddenly began to make a gentle crackling sound as the needle slowly spun along the vinyl disc.
Now music poured out of the speaker and 40 Arab musicians were suddenly playing out a hot romantic song and the rhythm started.
I cleared my mind and concentrated on my hips, matching the rhythm and very slowly swaying until I was locked into the timing of the music. As I moved, my arms and legs shaking my torso and gently flicking my hips outwards, my coins adding a background shimmering to the music and my body becoming more sensually relaxed. I now started to look at my audience in the eyes and my dancing became more and more flirtatious. I was becoming turned on by their rapt expressions and in my rising animal heat I felt a thought flash through my mind about what I wondered was lurking beneath their kaftans? Was I exciting them? Were their cocks beginning to swell and loll around over their large ball sacs?
Now at last I could play, I danced in circles coming closer to them with each circuit, until my large gossamer veil was brushing their flushed cheeks and my thighs flashed inches away from their eyes. I also realised that I wasn’t exactly sure what I was to do! Assad had only said I was to dance for them but I sensed that more was involved and my rising sensuousness and sexual arousal was taking over my mind and body. I began to see myself as the great female temptresses from the 1001 nights who satisfied their men with their bodies and hypnotised their masters and lords with their erotic dancing and love-making!
I gently spun around and lowered my body with one leg stretched out while taking my weight on the other. My thigh was a few inches above the ground and directly in front of Assad. His hand reached slowly out as I gazed at him from behind my veil and using the tips of his fingers he ran his hand along the underside of my stretched and taut thigh. The sensation was exquisite and I closed my eyes and imagined the route his hand was taking, sure enough his first three finger tips came closer to the space between my legs, they paused then moved closer to my pussy encased in the shiny material of my belly dancers panties. The fingers then moved under the edge of the panties and ran in slow circular movements around the soft skinned entrance to my pussy. I bit my lip as the most wonderful sensations ran through my thighs and into my belly.
Then I felt another hand this time in the small of my back, tracing imaginary lines on my skin and making me shiver with a deep-seated eroticism. Clearly Assad’s move had been a signal for both his companions who were leaning closer to my smooth body and their hands reached out to explore my limbs. I was now breathing hard and lost my balance tipping forward onto my hands which were palm down on the thick woollen surface of the antique carpet I had been dancing on.
I regained my composure slightly and elegantly slid myself around so I was facing them with one legs still stretched out but my torso was no upright.
Assad’s finger left my skin for a moment, but I then felt his hands gently hold my face and pull my mouth towards his and I could taste him and his hot kiss and return the pushing tongue that was tasting my mouth. As he kissed me, so his companion’s hands became more urgent and my legs and thighs and buttocks were continually caressed, with my shifting my position slightly, every so often, to allow them better access to some part of my body.
My dancer’s panties were now tightening as my own sex swelled and filled the soft material; I was becoming more and more lustful and turned on than I could ever remember. I felt lips as well as fingers on my skin now as their own arousal took hold of them making them more urgent and bold in their advances towards me.
I reached out with and pulled up the front of Assad’s Kaftan and quickly found my hand gripping a large and jutting phallus I pulled away from his kiss and buried his cock into my mouth gripping the shaft tightly with my lips. I moved my fingers around the stem of his cock and played with the swollen ball sac whilst flicking under the head of his cock head with my tongue and concentrating on that tiny patch of skin where the round plum shaped underside of the phallus connected to the shaft and where the sex nerves concentrated to create a point of enormous arousal.
I had now become so turned on I was shaking and I could feel tremors running down my belly and into the core of my spine I felt like a bitch dog on heat who presents her vulva to any passing male encouraging them with her female musk and putting on display the opening that was desperate to be filled.
I pulled away from my small crowd of seething limbs and as the music still pounded out the beat, I twirled around, whilst Assad leant back on his arms, his long cock pointing upwards out of the dark hair of his crotch, the head , purple and shiny and ready.
I gathered up the skirts of my costume, jingling my myriad of coins as I did so but at the same time I had left my legs and buttocks clear. I twitched my hips and made small steps in time to the music until I was standing over his upright rod. I then kept my body moving in time to the beat and with one hand pulled aside the gold gusset of the panties revealing my pussy hole. The other hand I fastened tight onto his cock and lowering my torso slowly until I could get the tip of his phallus to brush against the soft concave entrance to my sex. I kept up the movement knowing that the sensitive tip was being excited and keeping him hard whilst using the steady trickle of pre-cum that oozed out of the dark eye in the tip to lubricate my hole. Then I could hold back no more, I had to be skewered... to be filled and penetrated on his flesh and feel the muscles of his legs and back help push himself deep inside me.
I felt the sudden filling of my body, that wonderful deep internal stretching as the tight puckered entrance was forced open to allow the engorged purple head to force it into a widening O shape around him. I felt every ridge and detail of this large rod entering me and the sudden tightening as the head passed my tight muscle ring and forged ahead making my sheath open progressively to the possessing male sex.
I was in heaven and my rump pushed down onto his lap, so his belly slapped against the soft skin between my legs and I felt the reverberations of his pumping movement shake the firm flesh of my buttocks, making them shudder with each thrust.
We were now locked in our animal humping and pulsing and his two friends eager to join in and taste my body came closer to our two heaving shapes. I had my eyes closed as I concentrated on the hot fire pounding my insides and did not see the new fat penis that was guided carefully to my lips making me open my mouth and close my crimson lips around the head.
At the same moment, the other dinner guest had reached between my belly and Assad’s stomach and had managed to pull down the front of my gold pants and set free my own jutting sex. He settled himself alongside us on the carpet and carefully pushed his head between us. A warm mouth took the tip of my phallus into its wet confines and his tongue played on the end of my own little clit, eagerly sucking and drinking the clear fluid that kept leaking from inside me.
For a moment I realised that there was no part of me that was not being aroused, sucked, fondled or fucked. I was an open creature and they were using every part and corner of my body to satisfy their deep lust and desire to fuck me and fill me with their seed.
That is then I first felt the stirrings of my lover’s orgasm! Deep inside me I felt the hard thrusting of Assad’s cock grow faster and more urgent and if it was at all possible, he felt as though his fat stem began to swell larger and larger stretching the walls of my soft insides and straining my pussy with this engorged rod.
I bounced on my heels making his upwards motion sink and push deeper and deeper into my gut then I saw his face crease up, the lovely brown eyes squeezed closed, his hand gripped my hips and pulled them down onto his hard erect penis.
He jerked for a moment and I felt a scalding, sudden, heat deep inside me as the orgasm forced the thick creamy cum up the length of his rod till it squirted into the warm dark recess of my pussy and he kept pouring his seed into me and I contracted my internal muscles and the tight sphincter muscles that were now opened into an enlarged O shape. The contractions gripped his shaft and helped to milk the remaining drops from his balls. Now the thick load began to be squeezed out along the sides of his still pumping cock, matting his pubic hair and making the tops of my thighs shiny with spunk.
I stayed crouched over his cock, still large enough to stay lodged in my pussy and leant over and kissed him breathlessly on the mouth, sucking the air out of his lungs and licking his face.
Behind me, I realised that the companion who had been sucking me had decided that it was his turn, as I felt a busy hand reach between my legs and pull Assad’s now flaccid cock, out of me, letting a sudden gush of semen to pour out of my puckered pussy hole and drop all over Assad’s cock.
Fingers urgently pushed and twisted inside my sex canal, using the spunk as a lubricant and quickly positioning himself behind me, I felt another fat phallus nose against me, then quickly and without any resistance slid quickly inside me, filling me again to the hilt.
I was now on all fours bent over Assad, kissing him, while I was fucked energetically from behind. My body was swaying rhythmically under the assault and pounding of this new rod and my kissing was characterised by my mouth being crushed onto Assad’s, with each thrust from behind.
Assad was clearly enjoying himself as he grinned at me and then slowly extricated himself from underneath me and kneeled to one side so he could get a close look at my sexual coupling with his friend. Now both of them who were on either side of me joined in by pulling my panties down to my knees and licking around the pumping shaft that was battering my behind. I felt quick tongues flicker around the entrance to my pussy and then travel further down between my legs.
I knew I was close to coming and closed my eyes, taking the weight of the fucking on my hands and knees, pushing my buttocks up and outwards to open myself completely and offering my entire body to these men kneeling around me with their eager cocks.
The man inside me started coming and I felt the rhythm change as he let the flood of more semen pump copiously into me, so now there was a constant stream of sticky spunk dripping down the insides of my legs and staining the dark red patterned carpet I knelt on.
I knew that I would have no respite and sure enough, my now well stretched pussy was suddenly vacated, giving me a moment to draw breath and regain the senses of my lower torso, then as suddenly the third cock was thrust deep and quickly into my now open and wet hole.
This time he was eager and frantic with lust and he pushed me between the small of my back pushing my face to the carpet and then squatting behind me on half bent knees, allowing himself clear access to push his cock down into me and to gain the maximum friction on the fat head as he pistoned in and out of me jerking his hips to help drive his thick cock deep into, my by now foaming hole.
This abjection of me to these men, this giving myself completely up to their lust, now had its effect on me and I felt my own orgasm build from deep within me. I was almost in a delirious dream and my body felt on fire with a total sexual lust I could vaguely feel the continued animal fucking between my legs but a wave of sugary sensations spread in waves over my belly and thighs and my own sweet distended clit began to pour its own contribution to these men’s sperm that now soaked our clothes and the carpet I knelt on.
The evening did not stop, it did slow its pace, but before I was finally taken to bed covered in these men’s sperm and spunk my body open and red with the sex rashes, I was penetrated again by each man in turn and I took their reduced ejaculations again in varying positions, so they could come close and watch the minute detail of my mating. They wanted to see the white froth oozing out of me with my legs spread wide, each man helping to support my limbs so they could get better access to me.
I finally ended up in a swoon, I had cum three times and They put me in my large bed between the crisp white sheets and I fell into a semi-sleep, my hand between my legs as the tingling of my orgasms kept echoing around my flesh.
After I imagine was about an hour, I felt a hand beneath my bed clothes and I sleepily looked over my shoulder with half closed eyes and saw the figure of Sally standing at the side of the bed, his kaftan pulled up and in his hand a large erect penis which he was fondling and squeezing.
He pulled back the sheets and with strong hands gently pulled my hips to the edge of the bed, so my buttocks were pointing towards him, then slowly and without a spoken word, he held my cheeks apart and gently fed with his hand, the entire length of his cock inside my hole. For a moment I thought he would start to pump into me and by now my pussy was feeling stretched and a little sore and I felt a moment of panic, thinking I could take no more but I needn’t have worried.
Instead he just stood there and I felt the slow pulsing of his shaft inside me. He stayed like that without moving, clearly luxuriating in the curve and shape of my body and the warm sticky confines of my pussy enveloping his rod. Then he suddenly stiffened and shuddered and for the seventh time that night, I was filled again with a man’s seed.
I then fell asleep and slept for 15 hours non-stop, I had become a real concubine for a night and like Scherherazade had told a story using my body only and now I lay there, brown skinned with the sheets darkened with a spreading stain of all the men’s seed pouring out of me and mingling with my own. I was in my own small hot dark heaven.
Wednesday, 22 April 2009
Tuesday, 14 April 2009
For one thing, I really like animals and admire them as part of our wonderful planet and feel somewhat ashamed at the catastrophe that humans seem to be responsible for creating the biggest ‘mass extinction’ in the planets history! I have felt that our relationship with them should be one of care and respect, so zoophilia did not really appeal, if I ever thought about it which on the whole was very, very rarely.
As a result it had never been high on my list of things to get involved with, in fact not really much in my sphere of awareness at all, that was until I met a guy I dated for a short while, whilst I was living and working in Germany for a short period.
I was living temporarily in a place called Celle in Northern Germany and had met Ulric through some t-girl friends. He was an enthusiastic trans- girl lover and initially we got on really well, going out to a local disco and him taking me out for expensive and glamorous night in Hanover.
After a week of general dating and getting close and flirting outrageously, we still had not made love. We had not had the chance due to both our work commitments. We had been meeting up regularly but only for a quick drink and a kiss and fondle. I did find him very attractive and was keen to take things further as soon as possible. At the time i shared a flat with another T-girl and we had a very social life with a big crowd of gay and transsexual friends. I had not really had any steady boyfriends and was playing the field often just ending up in bed with my flatmate Katrina. Then Uli invited me to his house for the first time, which was very smart and just outside the town.
On this occasion, I had left the studio where I had been working about 6.30pm and had agreed to meet him in our local bar. For some reason I remember what I was wearing down to the colour of my nail polish, it was a mini-kilt with a tight cashmere top and a fake fur coat over the top (something that seemed a little ironic in retrospect!). it was March and still bitterly cold.
He arrived after me and came over giving me a hug hug and kiss and planting his hand firmly on my buttocks and squeezing the flesh and pulling me against his crotch. We were both in a good mood and started drinking schnapps chasers, some of my girlfriends were in the bar, which had a live-sex floor show three nights a week and a couple of the girls were part of the floor show.
They played really good music, a combination of punk and disco and everyone in there that night seemed to be a fevered mood, a sort of determination to get drunk and party. The barman was a lovely gay guy and was one of those people who instinctively knew how to make a bar seem the best place to be on a cold German evening on a Friday night! He knew everyone and the place had a good reputation as a place for T-girls to meet and be met and at the same time as having sex shows the dancing was great and they had some great DJ’s.
Uli was getting very affectionate with me and running his hand up and down my thighs while kissing me and exploring my mouth with his tongue. I relaxed my legs on the bar stool and he moved his hand around the back of the stool
His fingers crept under the hem of my skirt hanging over the back of the stool and because I was sitting perched on the high stool, my weight had spread my pert buttocks, making it easy for him to work his fingers between the warm cleft of my butt. By now I was getting really hot and aroused and with the drink and the general, riotous, party atmosphere and I was keen to let him progress with whatever he had in mind, especially if it meant opening my legs for him!
I leant forward onto the bar with my elbows, which shifted the position of my bottom forward on the bar stool and gave the tips of his fingers better access to my pussy and sure enough the pressure increased as he ran the tips of this fingers around the soft delicate skin at the entrance to my pussy. The sensation was electric and he knew exactly how to touch and caress my skin for the maximum pleasure. I leaned further forward and he pressed his finger deeper into me until I felt the tight entrance to my pussy relax a little and spread at his urging. He slipped first one finger inside me then two, giving me a slow and gentle finger- fuck, making sure that the invading fingers were pressing and wriggling inside me and making a warm fire of liquid lust build in my lower body.
After a few minutes of this treatment my thighs were beginning to shake and I could feel a warm flush suffusing my face and neck as I became turned on and my little clit started to stir in the tight black see-through panties I was wearing under my mini-kilt. I was squirming on his hand and leant forward and put my hand over the bulge at the front of his trousers and massaged the long hard cock that was straining against the fabric. I scratched with my finger tips just under where I knew the underneath of his cock head would be, rubbing that most sensitive part of the glans and making him swell even more.
He then whispered a series of obscene descriptions of what he wanted to do to me with what and how deep and how stickily... into my ear and with the combination of the drink and his exploring fingers inside me, I knew I had to get his cock out very soon and get my legs wrapped around his back!
I whispered hotly back “get a taxi for god’s sake and take me home I want you to fuck me so hard!”. He smiled broadly and asked the barman to call a cab. I slid slightly unsteadily off the bar stool and stood pushed up against him, kissing him feverishly whilst pushing my crotch up against the big hard bulge in his trousers, it was all very inelegant! and I must have looked like a real drunken tart trying to feel his hard bulge there. Minutes later a local cab arrived at the door and we staggered out into the frosty night air and into the back of the warm cab.
We eventually arrived at his house....all the way we had been kissing and feeling each other in the back of the cab, I had my hand down the front of his trousers after loosening his belt and was gently cupping his large balls and stroking the shaft of his hard cock while he had licked his fingers and pushed them inside my panties and was fingering me again.
He paid the driver and we fell through the front door, after he had opened it fumbling and dropping his keys. At the door his pet dog.... a large crossbreed called Bello excitedly and enthusiastically welcomed us, with lots of jumping up and down, wagging of a large tail and generally acting thrilled to see us both!
Uli got more drinks and I lay on the sofa, on my front, making a fuss of the dog. Now the exact sequence of events is hard to remember as I was quite drunk at this stage but this is as accurate as I can remember it, given the circumstances but some parts of it are burned in my memory!
I undid Uli’s trousers and had managed to pull his groin towards my mouth and after pulling the long stalk of his cock out of his pants, was eagerly licking the tip of his cock head making it shiny with saliva and flicking my tongue around the big fat head while manoeuvred himself into a rough 69 position and buried his head between my legs and was sucking my clit through the material of my panties soaking them with his saliva and making a big wet patch spread around my crotch as he nibbled and sucked me.
Meanwhile Bello kept interfering and licking his face and generally trying to get some attention. Now I was literally feeling like the horniest little bitch on the planet and was desperate to get his cock inside me but being drunk, we were both being very clumsy in our efforts to get out of our clothes. Uli pulled off his trousers, falling over a lot whilst doing it and I pulled up my skirt and just dragged my panties down my thighs, and half moved and half fell off the sofa so I was kneeling on the floor with my head in the sofa cushions. I just desperately wanted to hold myself open for him and offer my open body so he could get his cock thrust deep in me.
I had been wearing thick black opaque woolly stockings, which were held up with a little suspender belt, but it was so flimsy that one stocking was half off and I had broken the elastic waistband of the suspender belt in my frantic efforts to strip off.
The next thing was Uli put his head between my buttocks and with his tongue frantically licked my pussy hole. I arched my back and pushed my rear higher in the air, as I felt his long and muscular tongue begin to push and probe inside me the tight ring of my hole. For a while I was near orgasm, then he started whispering urgently in my ear how I was his hot little bitch and I needed to be fucked like a bitch at first I was just going with the flow and thought this was part of our urgent sexual lustful murmurings. Then he suddenly moved away from my ear and I felt my thighs being pushed further apart and more tonguing of my pussy so just pulled my buttocks open as far as I could and kept moaning just fuck me! Get inside me.
For some reason at that moment I looked round and Bello the dog was behind me sniffing my rear whilst Uli seemed to be pulling between the dogs legs and I suddenly caught sight of the dog’s penis which was bright pink and unsheathed and startlingly large. Uli was frotting the dog and holding him so he was inches away from behind me. Then Uli the returned to pushing his wet fingers into my hole which was drenched and slippery with his saliva and There was suddenly a moment when some sort of switch flipped in my head.......the idea that a man and a dog were looking at my open pussy seemed like the most monstrous perverted turn-on and in a perverse unthinking response, I lowered my back and pushed my rear higher into the air... Uli had now managed to get the dog behind me and the next thing I felt was something hard and warm and quivering, pushing against my pussy and after what must have been a few false starts I felt the weight on my back and scrabbling paws. Then haltingly but unstoppably, I was stretched open and my body was invaded by this alien phallus which jerked and pushed itself further inot the tight confines of my wet, stretched, pussy... clearly carefully guided Uli’s hand....and there I was face down, moaning, with my skirt round my waist, while large a dog took it’s pleasure with my little body and was frantically fucking me!
My first sensations was of how big it was and so like a man’s in the way I felt it fill me to the core but also, I was getting very, very, wet between the legs, as it seemed to be filling me with a constant stream of cum. I later found out that Uli was holding it back, so I did not end up with what is called a knot, stuck inside me. The knot is a large lump which swells around the base of the penis and helps to lock the animal when mating normally, inside the female.
The dog must have been fucking me for a couple of minutes by which time I had started my own orgasm which was not a sudden release.... but pass through my body in waves starting between my legs and travelling all around me, it seemed to last for minutes. I was feeling utterly debauched and a little mentally on the edge!... due to the combination of drink and the bizarre sensation of having my body fucked by an animal.
I pushed my face into the cushions biting my lips and feeling my whole lower torso with my spread legs, wash over with waves of urgent orgasmic pulses, my clit was leaking juice all over the cushions and dripping onto the carpet between my legs mixed with the juice from the dog that kept pouring out of my pussy.
Then I sensed a change and the dog was suddenly replaced by Uli, who felt hard and very long. He slid straight into me and started frantically thrusting and pushing his cock deep into me. My pussy was now very relaxed and stretched and he slid effortlessly back and forth. He kept pumping into me hard for a while and I felt a secondary orgasm begin to rise in me again, making my clit start to dribble a second time. Then he suddenly unloaded a pent-up rush of cum that was so large and strong that I thought I could feel it being squirted inside my belly. As I was being fucked by Uli, I could feel Bello’s tongue frantically licking around our conjoined bodies where’s Uli’s cock disappeared inside me... still obviously aroused and eager not to be left out!
We then fell apart and I lay on my back on the floor exhausted and dishevelled and still feeling the lingering echoes of my orgasm. Uli did the same and I again felt the large wet tongue licking and rasping around the wet hole between my legs.... as Bello was still part of the surreal ménage a trois! We later calmed down and collected our wits, drank some more and I ended up passed out in Uli’s bed.
The next day I woke up with the mother of a hang-over and as the previous evening all slowly flooded back into my memory, I began to feel a little uncomfortable and uneasy and collected my clothes whilst uli was till snoring in the bed. I did a quick repair job on my make-up... pulled up my stockings, hoping they would stay up without a suspender belt! and when dressed and with my coat pulled tightly around me..... I got a taxi home.
I didn’t see Uli again and he pestered me to know why I didn’t want to see him... but I wasn’t sure of the reason myself. I think he in a way took advantage of me, I later found out from another T-girl that his big turn-on was to get his dog to have sex with a T-girl first... then he would follow the dog, which seemed a bit bizarre and not particularly attractive. I was also annoyed that none of the other girls had warned me about him!
I also felt as though I had let myself down and had taken sexual exploration too far, in a strange way, for both me and the poor dog!
I do believe that people should be allowed to do what they like, as long as it is consenting and does not do anyone any harm but that was the last time it happened for me and I do feel strangely aroused when recollecting that night. I have to be honest and admit that at the time, I was very turned on and felt utterly sexually submissive and in a masochistic way and somewhat abused, but that is all I want it to be.... a memory.
Friday, 10 April 2009
I was 33 years old at the time and we were having a very raunchy affair with lots of sex. I used to go down and spend weekends with him and would be ‘dress’ all the time, wearing different fetish outfits as well as my everyday clothes, to play sex games and try and turn him on. One weekend in the summer we were being domestic in the garden, doing weeding and general clearing up which was both therapeutic and fun.
He worked for a large company and spent most of the week travelling to Europe so our weekends together were precious for him and delicious for me as I was treated so well I felt like a princess!
On a previous occasion, I had had lots to drink and was wearing a light summer dress and never made it to the loo and I wet myself by accident and it had really turned him on. He got so excited feeling my wet knickers that he had literally taken me there and then and he had cum in moments. He said that for some reason ‘water sports’ had always made him rigid with lust and made his orgasms very intense. I had no big feelings about it one way or the other, it had never really appealed but his lust and excitement was infectious and that turned me on more than anything else
This time it occurred to me that being outside in the garden might be a sexy opportunity to ‘get wet’ again, knowing it was something that was something of a sexual treat for him!
At that time I was physically very slim and toned and I had been wearing a little pink sleeveless t-shirt over a white lacy bra and some small lacy white knickers and a short pleated skirt over the top.
I wore short pink bobby socks and some pink high heel strappies, with my long tanned legs and firm flat stomach I was pretty as a picture. I was really quite passionate about him and was using all my charms at every opportunity to turn him on and provoke his cock into swelling for me during our weekends together.
In response to my affection and attention, I was given some wonderful love-making and I really enjoyed his passion and lust for me.
On this particular day, it was really warm and sunny and I had built up a nice all over tan, which showed of my body nicely especially my bottom cheeks which were smooth and firm and nicely tanned.
I said to Chris that I was going to change into something interesting! he knew this usually meant him having a pleasant time as a result, with me showing off in front of him until I managed to get his long, fat, cock buried deeply in my pussy, so he had no objections!
I went up to our bedroom and after rummaging around in the chest of draws I used for my clothes. I put together a collection of clothing. First of all I put on a small cotton thong followed by a second pair of panties, then a third, then over that I put on a white lycra body with a crotch fastening, then over that a pair of lycra ‘control-panties’ which were very feminine but also very tight! from Marks & Spencer. They were cut high on the thigh and kept everything between my legs tightly pulled in and very restricted.
Over these layers, I finally slipped into a pair of very pretty high waisted, white lace knickers, on top I wore a little sleeveless t-shirt over the lycra body and finished off with a short white mini-skirt. Then went back out into the garden and started by drinking a couple of very large glasses of grapefruit squash.
I kissed Chris long and hard, then started my own special version of gardening, which was to try to get next to him or in front of him and make sure that as I bent over the garden beds, he had a detailed view of my bottom encased in layers of knickers with my thighs spread wide.
I also kept brushing my hands against his crutch giving him slow, firm feels of the outline of his swelling cock through his trousers, which by now had a large mud stains in the exact outline from my hands on his cock. We were both getting turned on and very worked up and at one point, he came behind me on all fours and licked the soft skin on the inside of my thighs next to the hem of my knickers and I nearly succumbed with the sensual pleasure his tongue gave me licking that delicate skin, but instead I turned around and gently pushed his head away and said “you’ll have to wait a little longer!”
I carried on drinking the large glasses of juice and tried to be provocative as I could as I was drinking, letting some juice dribble out of my mouth and down my t-shirt in front of him, leaving a dark stain as the juice soaked into the fabric. The whole thing was a game but a very sexy sensuous game and because of the hot summer afternoon it was very languorous and consequently highly erotic. I felt the tip of my clit get stickier and stickier as drops of pre-cum were spreading around my crotch.
Then I started to feel a building urge to pee, I said to Chris I think I need to pee but I’m going to hang on as long as I can and I might even just have to pee here in the garden. He understood the game I was playing and joined in. He held me to him and gave me a long, long, kiss, pushing his tongue eagerly into my soft mouth, at the same time he pushed his hand gently against my lower tummy knowing that it would put pressure on my bladder and make the urge to pee even stronger.
He brought me another big glass of squash and stood over me while making me drink it all, I left some squash in my mouth and kissed him while dribbling it out of the sides of my lips and let dribble onto and soak the front of his shirt.
My little clit was now hard and pushing itself erect inside the tight fabric cocoon of my panties. More of my sex juice leaked out in my excitement and spread around the hot sticky confines of my underwear. As I moved around my clit was sliding against the fabric and the sensitive skin of the pink tip tingled and sent flashes of electricity into my crotch and stabbed my belly with an electric pleasure.
The pressure in my bladder was now building up to an unbearable level, so I slowly bent from the waist in front of Chris and placed his hand between my legs. The urge got stronger and I let myself relax enough to let out a short but strong stream of warm pee. I felt the heat immediately spread throughout the fabric of my panties and making them heavy and waterlogged. Chris’s moved his fingers and rubbed around my crotch as the pee seeped through and he eagerly fingered the spreading dampness.
He then said he wanted to watch more closely and see me pee down the insides of my thighs and legs. He knelt behind me and again licked the skin around the inside of my crotch making me shiver and moan and I let loose another short stream. By now the fabric of my panties was becoming completely waterlogged and it began to pour gently out from inside the panty-leg hemlines and began trickling in warm thin streams down my thighs, while Chris gently licked the droplets up with loud slurping noises!
By now his blood was up and he pulled me over to a garden chair and sat down; reaching under my skirt, he grasped the cheeks of my bottom and pulled them towards him, sitting me firmly in his lap. He then held my jaw and pulled my lips to his and started kissing me passionately whilst running his hands all over my body, pushing his fingers in my mouth so I could get a little taste of my own pee. I suddenly felt the sugary early orgasmic waves flush through my pelvis and I relaxed again and let out another gush of hot pee, this time it poured out of my clothes onto his lap, soaking his trousers and making the lower part of his shirt dark with a large damp patch.
By now we were both getting very aroused and I was aching to have him take me and penetrate my wet body. I could feel his cock was now rigid and pushing his trousers up in a dome of lust. He gently grabbed my arms and pushed me off his lap and onto the grass on all fours and then moved to lay under me, on his back, with his face between my legs. I started to gush again, this time little drips from the gusset of my knickers splashed onto his face and neck making his face glisten and making his hair wet.
I looked back down between my legs, holding my skirt up with one hand, so I see the expression on his face as I gently soaked him beneath me. Then he could wait no longer and I sensed that the time had come when he needed to possess me. He quickly slid out from underneath me and with me still on all fours, knelt behind me. He kept running his hands all over my thighs and my, by now, soaking wet panties. He pulled the hem of my skirt up over my back and slowly pulled the soaking wet panties, one by one, layer by layer down over the smooth mound of my buttocks. He had difficulty in revealing my sex because they were so tight and wet, He slid them as far as he could down my legs, so they formed a sort of thick band of white lace around my thighs.
My bladder was now still very full and after the wonderful sense of release as he un-peeled all my underwear, he came to the final pair which were drenched in pee and straining under the pressure from my glistening clit. By now he had pulled his own lovely fat cock out and was rubbing the tip frantically against my pussy-hole making it wet and sticky with his juice.
I have to say that this was a while before AIDs epidemic and consequently I had no compunction but to push back onto bare hot sticky head of his cock until I felt it press hard into the open the puckered muscle ring of my pussy. For a moment he paused and I relaxed my belly and held the cheeks of my bottom apart to help him gain access to me. The pressure built and built, then I felt myself open and the distended head of his cock opened my up and I felt the hard ridge where it joined the shaft, slip suddenly through my only defence, stretching the tight entrance to my pussy into an accommodating ‘O’ shape that mirrored the round thickness of his phallus. Then he was inside me and sliding smoothly and easily into my body, with each after inch of him disappearing into the warm soft depths of my belly.
As he slid into me the pressure of his cock filling me up inside, pushed against my bladder and made me gush pee in continual short spurts. He was humped over my back, with one hand on the ground to support himself, he reached between my thighs and held my clit with his other hand, rubbing his fingers firmly over the tip so my pee streamed between his fingers and ran up his forearm.
As the pressure in my bladder eased, I felt my juice rising from between my legs and the tingling start of an orgasm began to take hold of my body. At the same time I felt his cock suddenly swelling, getting fatter and longer with each thrust of his hips. His whole being was arched into a muscular pumping action as he tried to push himself further and further into me. My pussy was completely relaxed and open letting him push every inch into me and almost sucking him with my pussy muscles to milk the fabulous sex that was thrusting wetly in and out.
Now his climax was getting closer, he was very hard inside me and it was one of those rare occasions when we both started to release our orgasms together, moving together like a single wet and hot body, fused by our longing to fill and be filled. I started to pulse juice all over his wet hand and he suddenly burst and ferociously squirted, what felt like gallons of creamy spunk into my belly, with each squirt he pushed deep and hard ensuring that his spunk was pushed right up inside my body. I could feel all the ejaculating pulses as the thrusting of his cock became smoother inside lubricated with the surrounding and copious sticky semen.
We then both collapsed onto the lawn with his cock still fat and turgid and lying buried inside me, with both our thighs and crotches wet with my pee. My skirt and t-shirt were drenched and his trousers and polo shirt were soaked through. We stayed lying on the grass in the sunshine like that for about ten minutes; then he slowly pulled his cock out of my hole with a wet sloppy, plop and to my surprise let out a large strong stream of pee all over my tummy and clit giving me a complete hot shower, it went everywhere, dribbling between my legs and running into the crack of my bottom, it was utterly gorgeous and when he finished I rolled on top of him and kissed him long and hard again.
Finally we stripped all our wet clothing off and wandered back to the house for a nice joint shower, leaving a trail of our clothes in the garden leading to the back door. He was a lovely man and I went out with him for about ten months but that afternoon was one of the most intense sexual experiences I had with him.
Friday, 20 March 2009
The cottage was in Surbiton, south London and was situated on a little footpath that ran between two main roads. The row of cottage gardens was over-looked by a series of large Victorian three-storey houses that faced onto Surbiton Hill Road and these had initially lain in a state of disrepair for some years. I moved all my stuff in and settled down to enjoying my stay which included looking after two slightly schizoid young cats called Meme and Mo. The month was July, mid-summer which that year was very hot with loads of sunny days which I took full advantage off. I had been travelling around at the time, spending a while working in the States and had no regular job, so I had spent a lot of time sun-bathing in the quiet parts Richmond Park during the day and generally lazing around!
I had brought with me a nice summer wardrobe as I was dressing everyday at that time, my friends who owned the house had apparently told neighbours that a woman writer was staying in their house, house-sitting for the cats while they were away and that I needed peace and quiet to write!
I think the way I was described I must have been thought of as a sort of intense Sylvia Plath type woman, clearly eccentric and strange!
I got up every day showered, did some gentle exercises then went through my routine of putting on some light make-up and choosing a sloppy t-shirt because it was so warm and then either a short skirt or small hot-pants. I had about five pairs with me, from very short shorts in denim to white and pink cotton ones. A couple were cut very high on the hip and high around the back of the leg so that my bottom cheeks peeked out at the back. I loved hot pant especially when they were pulled up tight between my cheeks!
Big platform shoes were popular at the time and I had a couple of pairs with Roman boot style lacing up the calf of the leg, a bit theatrical but they worked well with the shorts and little short sleeved tops.
The little garden at the back was sided by high walls and there was a spot close to the back of the house where I set up a sun-lounger with small drinks table, with fruit cocktails and a pile of women’s magazines.
I soaked my hair in olive oil then washed it thoroughly making it really soft and shiny, I had managed to grow it too shoulder length and it needed a bit of tender loving care as I had dyed it black! Which, I thought, gave me a more romantic, sexy, dramatic look, than my usual normal dark brown colour.
After a couple of days of total pampering luxury, my peace was shattered, as team of builders moved into the big house at the bottom of the garden to do a major renovation job, turning it into flats!!
I was really put out at first but decided that “sod it I wasn’t going to be pushed out of the sunshine because of them”!
The building looked straight over into my garden, so I just made sure that I was a little more carefully dressed than before and on the first morning I put on a white mini-skirt, a little red, low-neck t shirt and sandals. I also paid a lot of attention to make-up and using lashings of lip gloss and to enable me to look but not be seen to be looking, I wore a large pair of Chanel designer sunglasses that had been given to me by an old boyfriend!
I settled down, stretched out my tanned, bare legs and started gently rubbing my exposed bits with sun-tan lotion. Sure enough it didn’t take long for the builders across the way to notice! Like wasps round honey! There was the odd wolf whistle and I could hear lewd comments from the ones working on the roof. The truth is I it was actually quite fun, I was revelling in the idea that I was sitting there knowing that these big roughty tuffty builders were turned on and didn’t realise that the object of their desires was a man! It was a delight and a joy, however I ignored them and carried on as normal, although I did pretend at one point to fall asleep and shifted my hips a little, putting one of my knees up, knowing that they would see up my skirt and see a little triangle of dark red knickers I was wearing underneath.
This went on for two or three days and I started to change outfits and become more adventurous, ending up wearing a black bikini I had teamed with loads of hippy necklaces and a wide brimmed sun hat I bought in Hennes.
I lay on my front and pulled the bikini bottoms up tight into the cleft of my backside, showing as much as I dare to the on-lookers, without being too overt, I was the personification of the word titillation!!
I had bought the previous year in the States some small but expensive latex breast-forms, which, with my figure shape, fitted nicely under the bikini bra and looked very convincing!
The back of my house had its own garden which butted up against the garden of the renovated house....so the distance between the builders and me was I suppose about 100 feet or so.
I started to notice one guy in particular, who was in his 30’s (I was 31 at the time.), he couldn’t keep his eyes of me and kept staring at me when he was on that side of the scaffolding. He was very good-looking with short dark hair, nice face and a very firm builder’s body, but without the fat belly! He had a wondrous chest, quite smooth, very toned and a nice tight bum.
I eventually caught his eye and smiled at him. This clearly encouraged him and I could see his work-mates joking and joshing him as it appeared he was the only one that this ‘woman’ seemed interested in.
If only they had known!!
This then set a flirting pattern, where he would grin and wave at me and I smiled gently and demurely back!
Things came to a head, as it were! quite quickly. I had spent a morning generally smiling at him and he was doing his usual waving back, then in a mindless moment I waved back to him. That was it! as far as he was concerned; he thought he was now in with a big chance.
Very foolishly I didn’t think and an hour later at lunch they all disappeared and I went into the kitchen to make a salad.
Suddenly the door bell goes, I literally didn’t twig and pulled a sunwrap around me and went to the door and opened it! and there he was, all six foot three inches of him! with a large grin on his face.
He said, and this is it almost word for word!
“I was working across the road and noticed you’ve got some tiles out of place on your roof, I just wondered if you would like them sorted out, I won’t charge anything”
I couldn’t believe it and quickly recovering my composure I said in my ‘light voice’ which I use to use all the time when as Andrea, it’s much more difficult as I get older! But then he made no flicker of any concern except grinning at me so I said, fluttering my eyelashes, (yes I was being really cheesy!!!)
“That would be very sweet although I would have to pay him” he insisted he would accept no payment so I said “OK how about a lunch them, I’ll cook you a non-builders lunch”
He agreed and said he’d come back the next day’s lunch-break and do the roof.
Good to his word he was there next day; I had spent ages trying to decide what to wear while entertaining my ‘big builder’. I ended up in a nice cream summer dress which had a tight bodice and a flared skirt. I used loads of moisturiser and shaved carefully all over so I was smooth as a baby in all the important parts! I then went out early in my car to Sainsbury’s in Surbiton and bought all the makings of a special Mediterranean lunch; fresh scallops, beef cheese, fresh tomatoes, basil, olive oil, Brochetta, Parma ham, Gallia melon and an avocado salad.
He came around at midday with a big ladder; the cottages were really tiny so to reach the roof didn’t take much. I chatted slightly breathlessly while he went up the ladder and spent about 15 minutes fiddling about with the slates.
I quickly seared the scallops in oil and wine and a little cream and chopped up and set out the salad, heated the bread in the oven and when he was finished I had the lunch ready and we sat down in the kitchenette to eat.
There was a lot of rather embarrassing small talk, but he was coming on quite strong and was obviously keen to make me aware that he fancied me! He said I had a great body and he had been watching me from the site and asked if I minded him being a peeping tom, which I said “of course not, I quite enjoyed having a well built young man looking at me”. The conversation went on like this for a few minutes more, until obviously emboldened by my being extremely friendly; I suddenly found his hand had gently laid itself on my thigh. We went quiet for a moment and he leaned forward and kissed me with a rather sweaty stubbly kiss. I have to admit that I was unbelievably turned on and I am ashamed to say I returned the kiss with some enthusiasm, while in the back of my mind thinking, “hang on I’ve got no strategy for if this guy finds out I’m male and gets nasty about being hoodwinked”. The kissing went well lots of tongues! At the same time his hands were roving rather too close to what was becoming a very full pair of panties and as usual because I had been in a mild state of sexual excitement for about an hour I had become sticky and knew a wet patch was spreading through the lace of my panties.
Thinking quickly, I wanted to avoid him feeling a phallus under my skirt so straight away so I changed the emphasis of our foreplay and ran my hands firmly around the bulge in the front of his jeans, squeezing the growing shaft of his cock and rubbing through the thick material where I knew the under-tip of the head would be. This was a success as far as he was concerned and I pulled him up from the kitchen stool and walking backwards while holding him by the crotch pulled him onto the little sofa in the lounge and sat him down. I quickly knelt down in front of him, quickly opened his belt and pulled the poppers open on the fly. I had to get him to lift his hips to yank his jeans and pants down and suddenly just near my nose, out sprang a lovely slim hard cock with a thick head. He was circumcised and his cock had a wonderful hard curve to it, in the classic arched, priapic, shape.
I looked for a moment into his eyes which were glowing back at me, then flicked my tongue under the swollen head of his cock, around the sensitive fraenum, where all the nerves gather. That was it, his hips started to jerk involuntarily and next thing I had sunk my mouth down over the head, flicking my tongue all the while against the fraenum. I am proud to say that I sucked him to a shattering climax in about two minutes and I held his balls in one hand and the end of his shaft so I could pump my throat up and down on him. I knew he was about to cum as I felt him harden and swell then begin to spurt his hot spunk down my throat. I have had many years to perfect my sucking technique and one thing I used to be very good at was getting a guy to shoot in a couple of minutes no matter how long they could claim they could last out!!
He lay back moaning and panting and holding my face in his hands, I wiped my lips on the thighs of his jeans and got a mouthful of builders dust, a combination of rubble dust and plaster! Lovely! I then reached up offered my lips to him and gave him a big wet spunky flavoured kiss, he mumbled something about how that was the best blowjob he had ever had. To which I replied “naturally I give very very good head young man”
We kissed some more and I got a flannel and gently wiped him clean taking time to wipe around his balls before giving the tip another quick kiss. I also noticed that there was a lovely pinkish colour around the head of his cock which I realised was most of my lipstick!
Before he could recover his composure too much, I bundled him up, pulled up his jeans, gently pushed him in front of me back to the front door and out of the cottage, while kissing him and massaging his crotch, before finally whispering a hoarse goodbye and closing the door.
Needless to say, I slumped to the floor and made myself cum in about thirty seconds I was so worked up! And it took me an hour before I felt my heart had returned to its normal heartbeat.
The outcome of this sweaty encounter was that my builder who was called Paul, simplistically thinking through with crotch now decided he was in love with me!
He appeared the next day at the front door only this time it was no lunch, I opened the door and he immediately came in grabbed me and we ended with him pushing me firmly against the wall and kissing me while reaching with both hands under my skirt to cup my buttocks and pushing his crotch hard into my stomach. I had to scrabble with my left foot to push the front door closed and quickly sunk to the floor and I still terrified as to what would happen if he found me out, I performed another blow job on him but this time before he came I stopped led him by the hand into the lounge and sat him down. I have to say that by this time I had begun to develop a real crush on him and inside was yearning to get that lovely long cock sunk to the hilt in my fanny!!
I also realised that this new hot relationship was not going far until we got over the tiny problem that we were both male!
While still fondling his upright and saliva wet cock I decided it was a now or never moment He was either going to get very upset and do something terrible to me, or....
I started by saying
“Paul do you really find me attractive” he said “yes” looking slightly puzzled, he could sense that something was up!
“its just that before we go any further there is something you need to know” I could see from his face that he thought I was going to say something like I’m married or I’ve got syphilis, so when I blurted out in a rather strangled voice that I was a man, he just sat there with a dumb blank expression on his face!
I was braced ready for him to start shouting, rush off, hit me, start crying, but instead he said;
“Why” which was not quite the answer I had anticipated!
“why” I said
“You mean why am I a boy?”
“Because” ...at this point I wasn’t sure what to say in reply it was not anything I could think up a quick answer too
“Er because I was born a boy, but I’m sort of both a boy and a girl” my voice trailed off at the end feeling that I was sounding non-plussed and a bit fatuous!
“But you don’t look like a boy at all”
I replied feeling rather foolish and embarrassed
“I’m sorry Paul it probably makes me look as though I was sort of, I don’t know, conning you, I live like a girl but I am male and I think it’s probably best for both of us if we left it at that and you left now”
But no, bless him, my Paul was clearly fascinated and what followed was really funny
“I don’t want you to do it if you don’t want to but would you lift up your skirt and need to see what you look like”
I was beginning to feel uncomfortable, like some specimen being examined but I did as he asked and pulled the hem of my dress up and slowly pulled down the front of my panties till my cock popped out, looking very small and bare, as I shaved all my pubic hair.
I stood in front of him holding this girl caught in playground behind the bike-sheds, kinda pose, then to break his stare at my fanny, I slowly twirled round showing him my bottom and then feeling like a sex object! slowly bent over parting the cheeks and put a finger into the entrance of my fanny.
I then ran my hands down my thigh and calf, bending over so he could see the shape of my bottom and my legs.
Paul had gone very quiet but my heart lifted a little when I saw that his cock was standing straight upright and stiff as a board. I knew then that it was probably going to be OK!
Whatever misgivings Paul had, he seemed to come to the conclusion that he fancied me more than worrying about me not being female.
I was beginning to get my courage back now and pushed the issue a bit by asking him if had ever had anal sex
To which the reply was no. So I asked if it was a problem for him that I was a boy to which he said, classically.
“Don’t you ever tell my mates” I laughed his prioritise were clear and I solemnly swore never to tell his mates!
Feeling very frisky, having removed ‘the elephant in the room’ as it were!
I then asked if he would like to fuck me. He was clearly very keen but a bit unsure how to proceed, so I took charge being the wanton little hussy that I was and pulled his jeans and pants off, unbuttoned his shirt and told him to lay down on his back, on the floor.
Firstly I licked him all over, from his lips to his chest, belly and then started again on his cock. Stay there and don’t move! I ordered, jumped up and quickly got some KY jelly from the bathroom, I then stood over him while pulling up the hem of my dress and tucking it into the waistband and lowered my panty crutch onto his bare cock.
I slowly moved myself up and down him, rubbing the gusset up and down the shaft while leaning over his face and kissing him long and hard and exploring his mouth with my tongue. I then shifted my weight and squatted down over his hips.
I opened the KY and squeezed out a large dollop, close to his face so he could see all the detail. I mean it was his first time and I was having a ball!
I then reached between my legs and pulled aside the gusset of my panties and with two fingers began to slowly work the jelly inside me. Paul’s eyes were transfixed on my fingers! I then worked some of the gel around the shaft of his cock making it shine. I then stretched my knickers tight to one side, grasped his cock shaft with my other hand and began to rub the tip of his cock against the sticky smooth entrance to my fanny. He began to groan and I made sure my fingers were rubbing under his cock at the same time.
With each rub into my hole I pushed the head of his cock more firmly into the velvety smooth entrance, all the while breathing deeply and relaxing myself. Then I changed the pattern of movement and instead of rubbing his shaft backwards and forwards I started to push him into me and then very gently I lowered my self onto him. Because I was crouched over him while wearing heels, it gave me some space to manoeuvre above his body. He moaned as my body enveloped his helmet, then I slowly pushed down, until my buttock cheeks were nestling into his pubic hair and all 7 inches were deep inside me.
I was quite flaccid and dribbling little drops of pre-cum onto his muscular tummy while I squeezed him rhythmically with my fanny muscles, milking his cock.
He was now moaning all the time in small little moans followed by lots of little grunts!
I moved slowly up and down his shaft, bouncing on my heels either side of his torso and relishing the constant emptying and filling of my insides. Then as I watched his face closely I knew he was approaching his orgasm as his mouth opened and he started to pant loudly and grunt, at the same time there was that lovely swelling feeling as his cock seemed to get larger and larger, ready for his orgasm.
I have to say I was so turned on my legs were shaking a bit and I could feel the beginning of my own orgasm. Then he grabbed my arms tightly and his hips jerked upwards and there came that wonderfully warm wet feeling as his cum was jetted deep with each thrust into me. Seconds later I had a flaccid orgasm, which I get a lot of when being fucked. They last three times as long as a normal orgasm and send rivers of what feels like sugar through your whole body. My spunk just dribbled out all over his stomach, over the sides of his chest and onto the carpet. I told him to hold still while I reached over for the tissue box and did my best to mop up and then just sat there feeling his cock slowly subside inside me, until I raised my haunches and his cock plopped out followed immediately by a sudden gush of his sperm from inside me. More tissues and we finally sat back both very relaxed and fulfilled He sat looking at me with a huge grin on his face and he did something he had never done before (he told me later!) he first licked then took my cock into his mouth and gently sucked me for a while, until feeling stirred again I reached around and took him back into my mouth and we sucked each other.
After that Paul decided that me being a boy for him, was a real sexual turn-on, clearly the bi element of his personality had been freed by little old me and we started having rampant sex at every opportunity.
He told me he had told his mates that he was knocking of this bird across the way and they all thought he was a real stud, although a lot of them thought he was making it all up and it was all just “Paul’s fantasy bollocks”!!
I then slyly suggested, being the dreadful exhibitionist that I am, that we ought to put on a little show to prove to his mates he was telling the truth. I told him to tell them that to prove he was ‘shagging’ me, they should watch the rear bedroom window and they would see everything he’d said was true. At the allotted lunch break, they all crowded onto the roof scaffolding ready to see if Paul was lying or not!
That lunchtime and l had changed into a red silk dressing gown with black knickers and bra underneath and stockings and suspender belt. I took him up to the spare bedroom at the back of the cottage which was very small, making sure that the curtains and window were wide open.
We stood in the room so out of the corner of my eye I could see them all peering in to get a good look. One of them had even brought a pair of binoculars, which i thought was bit over the top! He was handing them around so his mates could get a closer look at Paul and his frustrated housewife lover!
The situation was very funny, but at the same time a big turn-on. It was hysterical, we kissed a lot at first and I had lubricated myself before-hand so I was ready for him!
I got Paul to take off my robe and bend me over the bed. We decided it was safer to leave my knickers on, in case they caught sight of my little cock.
He pulled the gusset aside, I braced myself, arms on the bed and he then rather dramatically pulled out his cock and slammed into me. I thought I heard a distinct but low muted cheer from the roof as his mates got a fine view of him fucking me.
He did get alittle carried away with his performance and was making a great show of the shagging, I think he had seen too many German porno films and was emulating the noise and expressions of that genre of sex videos! It was more funny than erotic but I did enjoy the wonderful deep fuck he was giving me.
he fucked me for about ten minutes before coming with what I thought was an overly melodramatic way for the benefit of his audience and filled me again with his lovely creamy spunk.
I loved it!! The idea of being given a good fuck in front of ten burly builders was a huge turn on!! Paul was lovely but as in all things when I left the house, we drifted apart, but for that short summer month, we had a wonderful time and he had me in every room, in every position he could think off, one of his favourites was me on my back on a table, legs in the air, with him fucking me whilst he leant over with that lovely flexible torso, until he could reach my cock with his mouth and suck on it while he pounded my hole. Happy days!!