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Violation

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"Come to me, slut," he spoke solemnly. Crimson walked to him and kneeled. Her taut thighs spread widely, while her hands were clasped behind her at the elbows. He nodded in approval. Master reached down, caressed her face- stroking gently with the backs of his fingers. Crimson smiled shyly and arched her back, proudly pushing her breasts against the satin blouse as she nuzzled his fingers. Master traced the outline of her neck. His fingers touched her nipples through the fabric, stroking the hard nubs gently. Crimson spread her thighs painfully wide with her black shirt high upon her brown thighs. Her already moistened slit was exposed. 

"You are so beautiful," he mused. She lowered her head with a blush spreading cross her cheeks. Master grinned as he pinched the pert nipples, tugging firmly. She could not help herself; she pushed her chest out further. Her clit was bulging, pulsing. Master slipped a collar around her graceful neck and clipped a link to it. He pulled Crimson up and led her to the bondage table. She padded softly behind him. Master fastened the clip to the table, which recessed in the middle, leaving her ass at the edge. "Spread your legs to the posts, slut," he commanded. She did so and he secured her legs, binding them with rope tightly. Crimson closed her eyes and inhaled deeply- her breasts heaving slightly.

Master moved to where her breasts heaved, lifting the slats out, giving him access. He slipped a nipple clamp to each nub and looped the weighted chain under the table. Crimson sucked in a whimper as she began to lose herself in him. He attached another weight to the chain, sending it back and forth. She groaned. Her nipples hung heavily and the pain swept slowly across her body. Master moved to her ass and spanked each cheek, softly at first then harder with each slap. She nibbled at her bottom lip as a warm wave crashed along her bottom. She moaned at the pain that caused her cunt lips to tingle. He took out the patent leather crop and smacked her ass nice and hard, leaving red marks with each strike. 

Crimson parted her lips, "ahh, oooo's" fell from her mouth. He struck her thighs, then her cunt lips. She growled with the attempt to move her hips; wiggling her ass like a bitch in heat. "Yes, bitch- go ahead and wiggle," he smirked. He eagerly smacked the weights, sending them snipping. Her big brown nipples grew longer. The slut purred as her tits shook. Out of spite, he stroked her cunt, caressing the lips sensuously. Crimson bucked and humped, which made him smile. Master smacked her ass hard. "Good, little bitch," he snarled. "You are my little whore, aren't you?" He laughed.

Through clenched teeth she whispered, "Yes, Master." 

Crimson struggled against the restraints and he slapped her cunt harder. He smacked her slutty cunt, making sure to catch her throbbing clit each time. Her eyes were closed but she could her the faint cracking of a whip below her. The slut shuddered just as a lash found her ass, sending shots of pains though her trembling body. She felt as though she left her body; a gentle calmness within her gut. Master could see the slut needed a break so he dropped the whip and found oil. His strong hands massaged the welts causing her to wince. His fingers caressed every reddened inch of each cheek.

With teasing intent, his fingers wandered down to her tortured lips. Crimson whimpered like a lost puppy. Master stroked the swollen bud between her legs, the oil slipped along her engorged clit. "Master, I must cum," she whined. "No! You will not until I say so," he demanded. She poked her bottom lip out as she whimpered loudly. He plunged three fingers into her cunt, sending her head spinning. She wiggled and cried out as her sex poured. He growled as he slipped a fourth finger into her soaked hole. 

Crimson sobbed as he invaded her. He pressed into her clit with his thumb, working the swollen bud. The pain and pleasure mixed beautifully as her head swam. Just as she relaxed, he slipped his entire fist into her cunt. Fingers wiggled across inner walls and she was not sure how she felt- vulnerable, violated, aroused. "See how I work your cunt. It is mine to do with as I please. I will violate you, if it pleases me," he snarled. Master fucked her cunt hard with his fist but sensuously stroked her clit. She begged him over and over. She needed release. Her body shuddered and shivered uncontrollably. Crimson began to thrash about violently. He spanked her clit merciless. 

"Please let me cum all over you, please God, please," she pleaded. He only pressed deeper and his thumb rubbed against her clit firmly. "Are you ready to cum, my little cumslut?" He cackled. She groaned loudly and nodded. He bent down and suckled the clit into his mouth as his fist fucked her writhing body. "Cum, slut, cum now!" He demanded. Crimson convulsed as she released all the built up pleasure. She thrust her hips hungrily, animal-like. Master sucked her clit through clamped lips as she squirted such sweet nectar. Her body slowly calmed; her flushed skin glistened with sweat. He released her tired body as he slipped the fist out with a soft pop. "Thank you, my Master," she whispered. "Thank you, my sweet slut. You make me proud," he smiled.

Copyright 2001, raindancer, All rights reserved.

Violation



I had been looking forward to Ally's visit for an entire month. After talking online for months about our mutual passion for really rough sex, she had finally agreed to fly over from the U.K. to visit, and we'd planned to explore our personal limits with each other. We had both arranged sexual "surprises" for each other, and I was anxious to find out what she had in mind for me. I nervously awaited her arrival at the airport and sadly, as I anticipated, her flight was delayed. Fucking airlines! 

When her plane finally landed, I could hardly contain myself. As she came through the exit of the secure area and our eyes met, she got the biggest grin on her face. We embraced and welcomed each other, and I melted as I heard her British accent. I asked her if she was ready, and she said she was. She knew what I had in mind, and our lips met in a passionate kiss, right there in front of everyone. I grabbed her hand and led her to the bathroom. I was so giddy I could hardly contain myself. I had looked forward to tasting her ever since she told me she was coming over. And I wasn't in the mood to wait.

I had taken the precaution of sticking a note on the last stall door that read "Out of Order" so no one would use it, and it was empty when we got there. I pulled her inside the stall and we kissed again - she had the faint taste of Jack Daniels on her lips. I broke off our kiss, turned her around, and pushed her against the door. "Grab the top of the door and bend over, bitch. I hope you followed directions," I whispered in her ear. As she bent over and grabbed the door, I kissed her on the neck, sat down on the toilet, and pulled up her skirt. As I had ordered, she had worn a mini-skirt and no panties on her trans-Atlantic flight. I lightly nibbled and bit her on the ass, and stuck a couple of fingers in my mouth to get them wet. As I pushed them up toward Ally's pussy, I realized that I didn't need to wet them to begin with -- she was saturated. I slid my two fingers into her pussy and found her sweet spot. As I did that, I pushed my face into the crack of her ass and started rimming her. The scent of her ass, after having been on a flight for several hours was musky, and it made me even hotter than I already was. 

As I tongue-fucked her asshole and massaged her G-Spot, I could sense her orgasm already building. I pulled back and told her not to make a sound since Security would come in here and arrest us if they discovered what we were doing. She just moaned and grinded her ass back into my face. As her orgasm continued to build, she began to make some heavier moans. I decided just to let her make as much noise as she wanted and increased the pace of what I was doing. Finally, she let loose. As her orgasm overtook her, she reached down to masturbate herself, and that only made it stronger. Her guttural moans had attracted a crowd and I could hear people whispering outside of the stall. Ally's orgasm finally subsided, and I pulled her skirt back down. I got up, pulled her to me and kissed her again. I wondered if she could taste her own ass on my mouth -- if she did, she didn't seem to mind. I took her hand in mine, and we walked out of the stall to the stares of a dozen or so women standing with their mouths agape and walked out of the bathroom. We walked hand in hand down to the baggage claim area and waited for her luggage. The two of us continued to make out periodically as we waited for what seemed like an eternity for her bags to make their way out, and then finally headed to our house. I'd never been possessed by so much sexual energy in my life.

That night and over the next couple of days, we fucked almost continuously, stopping only for the occasional bathroom and food breaks. Our approaches to life and sexuality were very similar, and we bonded as if we'd known each other for several years. We spent a good bit of time testing each others' sexual limits, and I knew I'd found someone who could match me skill for skill in the bedroom.

On Wednesday it finally came time for Ally to reveal her surprise to me. She told me that her surprise was to take me paint balling with a group of guys she met on the Internet. I thought this was a terribly curious surprise and it certainly wasn't what I had anticipated at all -- I wondered if she'd misunderstood what I had in mind. Nonetheless, paint balling was something I'd told her I wanted to do when I got the chance, so I was intrigued that she'd planned something like this for us. Maybe the sexual part of it would come after we got done.

The next day, we got up late and took a shower together. I pulled the fucking towel rack fell off the wall in the bathtub again, but we managed to give each other the orgasms we craved and eventually got around to actually washing each other. We got dressed and headed to the paint ball field. When we got there, we were met by an instructor and the four guys that Ally had scheduled to play with us. Each of us was to be teamed up with two guys and we'd be playing against each other. The winner was to get attended to sexually by the other for 24 hours without being able to have an orgasm ourselves. 

We got our instructions on how to use the guns and set off with our teams. As I ran past a grove of trees, someone got a shot off that just whizzed by my head. I didn't even see where it came from, so I couldn't return fire. I took a shot at one of Ally's teammates but missed. I was eventually able to shoot Ally on the ass, not that the target was that big or anything. She yelped and took off with a huge red mark on her butt! After a few more minutes of cat and mouse, I noticed all three members of Ally's team headed toward me. I turned to yell at my team to assault them, and felt a sharp sting on my neck. The last thing I remember is falling to the ground.

I awake to find myself hung up by my hands from the rafters in a barn, with nothing on but a collar of some type. As I come to, I feel a stinging pain on my stomach, and look down to see a splatter of yellow. It doesn't dawn on me what it is until the second shot. Someone is shooting paintballs at me! Unclothed, I have no protection from the impacts, and they sting. Horribly. I scream out in pain each time a new one hits me. I haven't had time to wonder what the hell is going on, but after regaining my senses a bit, I can see a group of about five people off in the faint light with paint guns. Why are they doing this? What the hell is happening to me? Why am I here? And where is Ally?

Finally, the shooters tire of firing at me and stop. I am immediately surrounded by four shirtless men and I recognize them as the guys Ally had assembled for us to paintball with. Two of them lift me into the air while a third one cuts the rope holding me on the rafter. I cry out in pain as the sensations in my wrist return. They cut the rope, re-tie my hands behind my back and force me down to my knees. It becomes apparent to me that I am probably going to be gang raped. I become scared for my life, and wonder what has happened to Ally. My mind goes into overdrive thinking about what is about to transpire.

I quickly realize that my collar is a dog's choke collar as one of the guys grabs a leash attached to it and pulls it tight. I can't breathe for several seconds and almost pass out before he releases the tension on it. He tells me that he'll choke me into unconsciousness if I fight them, and that they're going to fuck me to show everyone that I am not as good at sex as I think I am -- I won't be able to handle them. 

"Where's Ally?" I demand. One guy who appears to be the more dominant one slaps my face and I fall backwards. "Shut up, you stupid bitch."

The guys pull out their cocks and begin jerking themselves off. One of them grabs my hair, pulls me up off the floor and toward him, and shoves his cock into my mouth, ordering me to "Suck it, you fucking slut." He shoves it into the back of my throat, gagging me. I pull back. One of the other guys grabs my head and forces it back down onto the first guy's cock while collar boy pulls the choke chain tight again to remind me that I'm not supposed to fight my rape. My arms hurt from being tied behind me.

After a few seconds, one of the other guys pulls me off #1's cock by the hair and forces his cock into my mouth. The choking continues. "Choke on that fucking cock." One guy grabs my boobs and twists my nipples, then slaps them. Hard. Other guys take turns slapping my face with their cocks. I become aware that someone is videotaping what is happening to me. I am horrified, yet surreally enthralled by the thought of people seeing me like this. My excitement is tempered by the fact that I realize it is Ally that is filming me -- she is recording my violation. What. The. Fuck? Why is she doing this? I try to holler at her but that's hard to do with a cock down my throat.

Soon one of the other guys forces his cock into my mouth -- I am being forced to suck two cocks at once. My mouth is being stretched and two cocks are alternatively being rammed down my throat. "Suck those cocks you fucking whore." Someone slaps me hard on the ass. It stings and I let out a groan. Someone grabs my arms and pulls them back while someone else slaps my back hard. Someone behind me forces my head down on the cocks, forcing me to deep throat them. Another guy pulls me off the two cocks, sticks his cock in my mouth, grabs my hair on both sides of my head and roughly face fucks me. I tear up from the gagging. He grabs the back of my head and forces my face down onto his cock and holds it there -- it shuts of my air supply and I can't breathe. I try to fight it but with my arms tied behind my back I have nothing to use as leverage.

Using my hair again, someone yanks my head back and I have just enough time to gasp for air before another guy forces his cock into my face. I lose track of time as I am passed around from one cock to another, as my face and throat are violated over and over. My throat has gone numb, and I can taste blood, though I don't know where it is from. I try to make this all stop as quickly as I can by actually trying to suck each guy off, hoping that the sooner I get them off, the sooner the attack will end. Eventually, a positive sign -- one of the guys announces he's coming and to "move out of the way so I can plaster the bitch." He hits me in the mouth and on the cheek with his load. The others take turns forcing my mouth open while the each guy in turn jerks off into it. One guy cums with such force that he completely misses my mouth and his load hits me in the face. The others follow suit and jerk off into my mouth as I gag trying to swallow. The collar tightens even more so that I can hardly breathe. Eventually, they push me down onto the ground and choke me until I pass out again. 

When I awake, my face is covered in dried cum, and I am tied to a rail in the barn with my hands still behind my back. My shoulders are incredibly sore, and I can't get in a position to keep them from hurting. Ally and the four guys are seated on benches and chairs in the barn, talking. Once they sense I am awake, I am immediately set upon again. One guy has found a flat piece of wood, and begins slapping my tits and my inner thighs with it; the pain is intense, yet somehow erotic to me. He hits my clit with it sending a jerk and a stinging shiver through my body. I scream. 

Once again I am met with an indeterminate number of cocks and ordered to begin sucking. "Please, I am so sore..." My head is pulled backwards by the hair, and my mouth is penetrated by another huge cock. Again, Ally is videotaping. I try to ask her why she is doing this to me, but there's too much in my mouth to allow me to say anything.

The guy with the board continues slapping my tits, my stomach, and my thighs. The pain is intense. One by one, the guys grab my hair and force their cocks down my throat. Eventually my gag reflex tires of interfering, and I soon find myself allowing my throat to take the full length of their cocks -- my nose meets pubic hair on guys with cocks longer than most I've encountered before. My throat hurts but the thick saliva buildup allows their rods to go all the way down without much resistance. "Suck my cock, you fucking whore." He shoves it all the way into my mouth and my head is held against his balls until I can't breathe. I almost pass out before my head is pulled back. He slaps my face again and I gasp for a quick breath before the next cock penetrates my face. This continues over and over for what seems like an eternity. Fucking, slapping, fucking, slapping. My mouth is nothing more than a fuck hole to them at this point.

Soon, I am moved over to a post of some kind, and held with my back to it. The leash is used to tie me to the post by my neck so that I can't move away from it. The guy with the longer cock sticks his cock in my mouth and face fucks me violently, shoving his cock all the way into my throat again. I gag again and spit up on him. He pulls out and slaps me, and orders me not to vomit on his cock. Then he resumes fucking my face. Each time he rams his cock down my throat, it forces my head to bang against the post. After a minute or so of this, he pulls out, turns around and forces his ass onto my face. He rubs his asshole all over my face and orders me to stick my tongue in his ass. I know if I don't, I'll be abused even more, so I halfheartedly comply. He tastes nasty, of sweat and......who knows what else. One of the guys pulls out a spider gag and forces my mouth open with it so that I can't close it. Then they all take turns fucking the open hole and my throat.

Out of the blue I feel a shot of cum on the left side of my face as one of the guys hits his breaking point. The cum stings as it hits me in the eye and it messes up my contact. Over and over they take their turns fucking my face for what seems like an unending length of time. The back of my head feels bruised from all of the banging against the post. I still wonder why Ally is doing this. What have I done to her or say to her to make her help these assholes rape me? Did they threaten her? Is she doing it willingly? Or.....is this my "surprise?"

After a few more minutes of this, I am dragged around the room by my arms and hair and laid face down over an old bench of some kind. Someone slaps my ass several times really hard, and I sense something attempting to penetrate my asshole. I try to squeeze it shut. I can't turn around to see what is going on because I am being face-fucked again. I hear someone spit and I feel the impact of it on my asshole and once again someone tries to push something into it (a finger, perhaps?). I mumble and try to fight it by pulling back, but someone pulls me off the cock I am on and slaps me again. He spits in my face and tells me to shut the fuck up and take it like the whore that I am. Soon I feel something larger invading my ass. I can tell it is isn't a cock, so maybe it is just more fingers. They go deep, stretching my ass until it stings. Apparently, he tires of that and sticks his cock into my pussy and begins fucking me. Hard. It occurs to me that I am wet -- there was no dryness, no pain when he penetrated me. What the fuck? How can that be? The guy with the board is swatting my ass with it again, and it stings. After a few minutes, the guy fucking my pussy pulls out and another one takes its place. This one is bigger and its owner is certainly no less violent with his thrusts. The guy who was in my pussy sticks a finger or something into my asshole. I try to fight but can't. He spits on my back and tells me to enjoy the ride. 

One of the guys lies down, and I am pulled off the bench over on top of him. He sticks his cock into my soaking wet pussy (why am I wet?), and I feel another guy come up behind me and grab my ass. He spreads my ass and forces his cock into my asshole all the way to the hilt. I feel like I am going to explode from the fullness and I try to scream out in pain. Another guy slaps me and tells me "for the last time" to shut the fuck up, and forces his cock into my face again. I am being forcefully penetrated in all three holes. After a few minutes of this, the guy in my ass pulls out and is replaced by another guy. The guy fucking my face pulls out and is replaced by the guy who was just in my ass. I gag at the thought of where that cock had just been but don't have time to react. "Suck your ass off my cock, you piece of shit." The guy beneath me reaches up and bites my nipples, and slaps my tits. His thrusts into my pussy continue as the guys take turns fucking me in the ass, and then the mouth. My arms are in excruciating pain from being tied behind my back and my neck hurts from being held up by the collar around it. One guy announces that he's fixing to cum. The cock in my mouth is withdrawn and I see a huge spurt of cum headed straight for my face. It hits me in the eyes and nose, as I try to dodge the shot to no avail. 

After a few more excruciating minutes one of the other guys announce that he, too, is cumming. He moves around and continues jerking off until he splatters my face with cum. The one fucking my pussy continues until he cums inside me, almost at the same time the guy in my ass cums inside me as well. He withdraws and the guy underneath me throws me off to the side of him. One of the guys grabs my face, forces his cock back into it, and tells one of the other guys to tighten up the collar. "I want her to remember this cock." The last thing I remember is being unable to breathe while having a cock rammed into my throat. I feel a sting in my neck again and everything goes dark.

As I wake up it is daylight. I have no clue what day it is, where I am, how long I've been out. I detect the distinct odor of dried urine, and realize that I had apparently been pissed on after they were through fucking me. I don't see or hear anyone, and I am deathly afraid to move for fear that there's more to come. I begin to sob and wonder what Ally has done to me -- this was not part of our bargain. As I gather my senses, I realize that my arms are still bound behind me, but I am no longer tied to anything. I sit up and take stock of my situation. I am naked, covered in dried cum and urine, and terribly, terribly sore in every muscle in my body, especially my jaws. 

I get up and begin walking, somewhere, anywhere. My eyes are crusted over and I only have one contact in place, so I can't see very well. I just want to go home. I want to go home and find out why Ally violated my trust. I began walking down the dirt road that leads from the barn I've been in. I hear a car approaching me from behind and I turn and run toward it -- finally I've been rescued from this nightmare. As I run to the drivers' side and try to start screaming; I stop in my tracks as Ally rolls down the window, snaps a photo and tells me, "Get the fuck in, whore." I crawl into the back seat praying that there's no more abuse to come.

"Well, what did you think of my surprise for you, sugar lips? Did you like being used as a fuck toy?" I try to reply to her, but my throat is so sore and swollen from the cock abuse it took, and I can't speak. I just look at her with a look that tells her that the surprise I have for her is going to be modified now. I'll make this look like a cakewalk -- she likes rough, I'll give her something to remember -- my mind is already at work. 

As she drives down the road toward the house, I just lie on the seat thinking that this was so brutal, so primal, so.....erotic. I wonder if I'll get to see the videotape.



Violation



I have been home from work for over an hour; I lift my head from the brief that I have been reading by the light of a desk-lamp. The room is full of shadows. I look at the antique clock on the mantle and see it is approaching eight o'clock and I look over at the window; it is dark out. I close the file on my desk and then close the curtains in the study. I go from room to room closing all of the curtains, double checking to make sure there isn't a chink or breach in any of the curtains that will allow anyone to peek inside my house.

My house is a small two-bedroom cottage with a study, lounge and combined kitchen-dining room. My bedroom has an ensuite. It is located in a quiet cul-de-sac in a quiet neighbourhood where everyone keeps to themselves. It is perfect for me. Perfect because I am single (due to a messy divorce where she got everything except the debts), perfect because I work odd hours, and prefect because I like my privacy; oh, and also perfect because I am a closet transvestite.

Like most crossdressers, for most of my adult life I have had the urge to dress-up as a woman for short periods of time, and I often used to dress in my wife's underwear when she was away on business. Since the divorce some two years ago, me, Michael, the respectable businessman, likes to transform into Michele, the sexy secretary (or naughty nurse; or whatever takes my fancy at the time) whenever it pleases me to do so. Living alone, and having the privacy to dress when it suits me, I have spent many hours developing the persona of Michele over the last two years. Of course I have to keep my secret life secret; and even though I have a strong desire to do so, I have never ventured out dressed as Michele.

I have acquired an extensive wardrobe, first at opportunity shops and then later at women's clothing shops, insisting to the shopkeepers that I am buying the clothes as presents for my wife. Lingerie is easy to buy, as it is never considered unusual for a man to buy nice underwear for his wife or lover.

I bought my first pair of women's shoes from an opportunity shop, and once I had figured out my size in women's shoes, I went ahead and purchased many styles of high-heeled pumps and sandals; again insisting to inquisitive shop assistants that they were presents for my wife. I sometimes even had the boxes gift-wrapped to maintain the façade.

I have experimented with wearing my wife's makeup with various degrees of success and failure during the years of my marriage. After she left me I obtained all the makeup I needed easily by purchasing a couple of complete makeup kits ("its for my niece's birthday; she's just turned thirteen" I told the shop assistant). I have added more cosmetics to this makeup collection by throwing any cosmetic item I desire in with the week's groceries when I'm out shopping. No one ever questions me at the checkout; husbands just pick up whatever their wives have written down for them on the shopping list after all.

It is easy to purchase women's jewellery of course, but my biggest problem was how to get my hands on some nice wigs. The problem was solved when I was sent by my firm interstate to Sydney on a business trip. I went to Paddy's Market and there a sympathetic lady in a market stall that sold women's wigs helped me pick out and try on three different wigs of varying styles and hair colourings. I purchased the wigs and then went up to Oxford Street where I went into a 'specialty shop' and bought two pairs of breastforms in different sizes.

I love being Michele; I transform into her at every opportunity I get, and I spend most evenings and weekends dressed and fully made-up. I do not consider myself gay; in fact when I'm not dressed as Michele my sexual fantasies revolved around women; but when I'm dressed as Michele I often fantasise about being with a man or having a 'lesbian' encounter with another transvestite.

I am terrified that my secret life will be exposed. When I am dressed I keep all of the doors locked, the shades closed and of course I never answer the door. Although I have become adept at applying makeup and dressing en-femme, and I believe that I make quite an attractive mature woman, I would never dream of going out dressed as Michele. 

I read books and look at magazines and movies where transvestites have hot sexual encounters with each other and with male admirers. My favourite place to live out my fantasies is the Internet. I troll the chatrooms and cyber-space meeting places and I sometimes perform on webcam with other TVs and admires. I have been thinking a lot lately of either placing a discreet ad in a sex shop or advertising my availability in a contact magazine.

I check the time once more on the antique clock, and through the gloom I see that it is eight oh five. Now that I have finished working on my legal brief and the house has been made secure, I move towards my bedroom; my breathing quickening in anticipation. It's time to transform into Michele and have some fun!

I strip off my clothes, shave my face closely and then take a long hot shower. I run my hands all over my chest, arms, legs and buttocks and am pleased to find them stubble-free. I fully shaved my body only two days previously and I used a hair-removal cream to remove all of the hair from the crevice of my behind and my scrotal sac. I can't go to the beach like this, it would look suspicious being fully shaved. I also have to be careful at work, but working in a busy office where good grooming is expected, it is not unusual for a man to have the hairless 'Metro' look. The joke is that when my male work colleagues discuss fashion and the styles of the latest suits; I secretly wish I were dressed in the secretaries' clothes rather than the latest business suit. 

I dry myself off and sit at the dresser. I take my time applying foundation; it closely matches my skin colour and covers up the few blemishes that mark my face. I liberally coat my face and neck with face powder, one shade darker than my foundation; I now have the blank canvas on which to apply the rest of my cosmetics. 

I apply eyeliner next, from the inner corner of my eyes to the outer corners, gradually thickening the line as I go. When I have thick black line running along the edge of my eyelashes I reach for my eyeshadow.

I select a pale blue which I apply to my eyelids and then blend it with a shade of dark pink which I brush onto the upper part of my eye sockets and right up to my eyebrows. Then I rouge my cheeks, defining my cheekbones. I like to use more eyeliner, rouge and eyeshadow than is the fashion nowadays. I like to imitate the makeup styles of the eighties rather than the current demure 'less is more' look.

I apply a light coating of 'skin-glow' face powder all over my face and neck to set the makeup and to give my face a subtle radiance. I carefully brush lashings of mascara onto my lower and upper eyelashes. I like to wear lots of mascara and have acquired a Maybelline product that does not clot and is relatively easy to apply.

I take my time applying my favourite Max Factor 'Lasting Colour' lipstick to my lips. I apply the base coat carefully just outside of my lip-line so that my lips appear fuller. I let the base coat set for a minute and then apply the clear topcoat over the 'Raging Ruby' lipstick and purse my lips.

I light a cigarette and concentrate while I paint plum red nail polish on my finger and toenails. Putting on two coats takes a few minutes but the effect is worth it. I keep my nails quite long and manicured; but this is another 'Metro-sexual' fad that is common among the men that I associate with at work and it does not attract attention. I stub out my cigarette and consider getting a drink. No, I decide I want to finish dressing first.

I study the three wigs sitting on their stands. I have a blonde shoulder-length, a black bob with cerulean highlights through it and my favourite brunette, with cerise highlights. I select the brunette and carefully lift it from the stand and brush it with my special wig brush. I admire the sheen of the artificial hair as I position the wig on my head and adjust it so that the fringe is straight and level with my eyebrows.

I open the bottom drawer in the dresser and there are my two pairs of breastforms. I take the smallest pair as I want a certain look tonight; more sophisticated then the bawdy size forty-two's would permit. I affix them to my shaved chest with medical adhesive tape and cosmetic gum.

I open another drawer in the dresser and select a packet of flesh-toned sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose. I like to wear pantyhose as a foundation garment to help flatten my tummy, and to cover the small nicks and varicose veins on my forty-year-old thighs and ankles. I feel the first small tingle of excitement as I smooth the pantyhose up my legs and over my tummy and buttocks. I carefully arrange the toes of the hosiery around my painted toenails so that I don't ladder them.

I stand up and walk over to my armoire. The armoire is an extravagance that I bought the week after my wife moved out and it is now filled with all of my female attire. For some reason I can't mix my female clothing in with my male clothes. The built-in-robe that holds my boring business suits, shirts and dress shoes holds no interest for me tonight. Tonight I am totally absorbed with my armoire and the girly treasures contained inside its oak doors. 

First I select some lingerie from a deep wooden drawer; the lingerie has acquired the delicate fragrance of the camphorwood drawer and I bring it to face and feel the sensuous satin on my skin and inhale the feint perfume. I place the lingerie I have selected to wear on my bed. My bed is a king-size four-poster with scarlet satin sheets and a black chintz comforter; another extravagance that I indulged in when the bitch left me. 

I sit down on the bed and my pantyhose hiss as they rub on the comforter; little electric sparks shoot through my legs and my penis begins to swell inside the nylon sheath of my pantyhose. I push it between my legs and allow it to deflate so that I can continue dressing without an unsightly lump in my crotch.

I step into a white lace suspender belt that is fitted with three garter straps on each leg and then put on a matching white lace brassiere, adjusting my breastforms so that they fill the cups. I sit back down on the bed and slip a pair of taupe nylon stockings up my legs and adjust the dark back-seams so they were straight. I fix the dark welts of the stocking-tops to my suspender straps. My legs have a lovely sheen as they glisten in the lamplight; stockings worn over pantyhose give my legs a gossamer-like appearance and my red painted toenails peek through the sandal-toe-reinforced stockings. I run my hands up and down my legs enjoying the sensuous feel of the nylon but have to stop myself when my penis begins to rouse again.

I pull a pair of white satin full-cut panties up my legs and smooth them around my buttocks and over the suspender belt and then step into a peach coloured satin half-slip. The lace hem of the half-slip flutters against my stocking tops. The scintillating feel of the lingerie on my body arouses me further and I have to reach inside my panties and hose and adjust myself. 

I walk back to the armoire and select a navy blue women's business suit and lay it out on the bed. I step into the skirt and admire the single pleat at the front and the split side. It looks both professional and sexy, but it couldn't really pass as a business suit because the hem only just covers my stocking-tops. I bought the suit off the rack at Carla Zampatti in Sydney and had the skirt adjusted at a tailor in Oxford Street who is probably the only man in Sydney that would dare to cut a hem that short on woman's business suit. Of course he is used to the sort of clientele who make such requests.

I button myself into a peach coloured, long-sleeved, satin blouse and tuck it into the waistband of my skirt and close the zipper. I adjust the waistband of my skirt, and adjust the hem down over my slip. The skirt is tight around my buttocks and thighs and the hem sits high up on my legs.

I strut over to the armoire and select a pair of black high-heeled sandals and sit down at the dresser and pull them on, fastening the ankle straps. Nylon encased painted toenails peek from the black patent leather straps. I open another drawer and mooch among my jewellery collection. I slip a gold anklet on my right ankle and adjust it so that it falls below the strap and buckle of my high-heeled sandal. I clip on a pair of gold drop earrings; even 'Metro's' aren't getting around with both ears pierced so I have to make do with clip-ons. I put on an elegant gold ladies watch and two gold bangles on each of my wrists and a matching gold chain necklace around my neck.

I give my face another dusting of finishing powder and put another top-coat of lipstick on my lips. I spray my favourite perfume 'Poison' on my decolletage and spray a modest mist of the perfume under my skirt, a trick that I leaned watching my wife dress. I pick up the suit jacket off the bed and put it on and walk over to the full-length mirror that I also installed after my wife left, and make some small final adjustments to my wig, makeup and clothes.

I've got the look that I really like. The heavy eighties makeup, the subtly-streaked shoulder-length hair, the tight skirt, matching jacket and leg show make me look like one of the businesswomen or secretaries from work but only if they have the dress sense of a trollop. My skirt is way too short and tight and the side-split exposes my stocking tops. Yes I've got the look I really like, sophisticated but slutty!

I saunter into the lounge, my heels clicking on the tiles and my nylons swishing as my thighs rub together under my skirt. I take another look at the ornate clock on the mantle and note that it is now nine fifteen. I take some time to just stand there enjoy the pleasure of being Michele. The soft caress of my hair on my face, the feel of my satin and nylon underwear on my skin, the taste of my makeup, the scent of my perfume, the whole womanly feeling of being dressed sexy and sophisticated. I balance on my high-heels and then walk towards the kitchen to get myself that drink. The hem of my tight skirt clutches at my thighs, constricting my stride and I concentrate on stepping out, one high-heel in front of the other. My gait is sexy and I imaging how a man sitting on my lounge suite would see me.

A sexy sophisticate in a skirt that is way too short and heels that are much too high, wearing far much makeup; her buttocks swaying from side to side in her tight skirt, the back-seam of her nylon stockings leading his gaze down to her sexy black high-heels; that's how he would see me. 

"If only!" I chuckle to myself as I walk through the darkened room.

"If only what?" I hear a voice say from the corner of the room.

I spin around and look into the darkened room, half-believing that I am hearing things. The room is lit only by my desk-lamp; the drawn curtains have made the room gloomy, with thick shadows in the corners. I peer into the corner and see a dark shape sitting on one of my lounge chairs. He is dressed in a dark suit and I can see that he is a little heavy, his paunch hangs over his belt where his coat is open.

"What the fuck!" I whimper.

"Who the fuck are you, what are you doing here and how did you get in?" I hiss at the man.

"I'm Robert, I'm here to do whatever I want, and I used the spare key you hide under the second flower flowerpot from the left on your windowsill," he answered sarcastically.

"What the fuck do you mean do whatever you want? And what the fuck is a Robert?" I snapped back, putting on a false bravado.

"A Robert is the guy you chat with in the Trannyweb chat room you dumb cunt!" the man laughs.

"But I'm fed up with talking dirty with you on line and looking at you on your webcam. I've decided to come and get some of the real thing," he sniggers.

Of course, Robert is the name of one of the guys I chat with regularly on line; we have all sorts of cyber-sex and I know I have 'performed' for him a number of times on webcam. I realise that now that I'm a victim of my own on-line sexual proclivities.

The man stands up, grunting as he hauls his bulk out of the chair. I take my chance as he struggles to his feet; and I run towards my bedroom. I don't stand a chance in my high-heels and tight skirt and the man sticks his foot in the doorjamb as I attempt to close the door and lock it on him. He pushes the door open and I stagger back and fall on the bed. He turns on the ceiling light, harshly illuminating the room.

"Ok Michele, we can do this the hard way or the easy way," Robert grins down at me as I sit on the bed looking away from him and staring demurely down at the floor.

Robert holds out a soft hand to me, his nails are clean and manicured. I take it in mine and stand up, shaking in anticipation with what is about to happen. Robert looks me over slowly with hungry eyes. He looks down at my black high-heeled sandals and follows my shapely; nylon encased legs to where they disappear inside the hem of my skirt. My stockings shimmer in the harsh light. His eyes continue up my suit, resting for a few seconds on my false breasts, pushing out the fabric of my satin blouse. He gazes into my face, his eyes engorging themselves on my full plum-red lips, my heavily mascaraed eyes, my rouged cheeks framed by my brunette hair. 

"Fuck, you are ten times better in real life than on a webcam!" he groans and pulls me to him.

His tongue thrusts into my mouth as he crushes his lips against mine. He groans and his hand goes straight under my skirt and begins to brutally squeeze my buttocks through my satin panties. Robert pulls me closer, his breath is sweet and he has obviously just used a mouthwash. His rock hard penis is pushing against me though the fabric of his trousers and my skirt. He pushes me away from him releasing his grip and looks me up and down again with wanton lust.

"Lift yer skirt!" he demands.

"Whaaat?" I stammer, dazed and confused.

Slap! Robert's hand snakes out and he backhands me across my cheek.

"Lift yer fucking skirt Michele or I'll tear the fucking thing off you!" he shouts.

What can I do now? This guy has me trapped in my own home. Even if I scream and shout to attract attention I couldn't live with the humiliation of my neighbours knowing I'm a crossdresser. My firm might find out! My fucking bitch wife might find out!!!

I look down at the man's feet and I take the hem of my skirt in both hands and slowly raise it up my thighs. Robert's eyes follow the hem and open wide as my firm thighs encased in the sheer pantyhose, and then the darker welts of my stocking tops, slowly come into view. He gasps as the first glimpse of my white satin panties becomes exposed and he reaches out and strokes his hand up and down by thighs; his smooth hand slithering over my diaphanous nylons.

"Oh fuck, you're just like I dreamed you would be; I can't wait any longer!" he groans.

Robert grabs me roughly and spins me around so that I am facing the bed. He pushes down on my shoulders and I fall forward, doubled over so I that am tottering on my heels with my weight supported by my outstretched hands on the bed. I hear a ripping sound that can only be the zipper of his fly being pulled down. Inside I am feeling trepidation and apprehension.

Robert lifts my skirt up and pushes it over my back so that my silky buttocks are exposed; my rear is pushed up at him as I struggle to keep my balance. Then I feel a hot iron bar pushing against my panties; he rubs it all over my panty-clad buttocks. I realised the hot iron bar is Roberts's erect penis. His erection slides under the silken gusset of my panties and wedge's itself in the crack of my buttocks between my panty gusset and my pantyhose. He rubs his swollen member back and forth inside the silken sheath, groaning and panting.




Violation



"Oh fuck that feels good," he moans.

I realise that Robert is receiving tremendous pleasure, dry humping my nylon encased arse and I also realise I can probably help get him off quickly. I push back against him and lift one hand off the bed and reach behind and stroke his cock through the slick panty material. Robert must be finding it even more arousing, my red-painted fingernails raking his glans through my silken panties. He continues to groan and push against my backside but then he stops suddenly.

"Oh no you don't you fucking tranny whore! I know what you're trying to do!" he shouts and pushes me in the back so that I fall on the bed.

I lie face-down on the bed and hear him rummaging around in my dresser. Then he stomps back to the bed and flips me over onto my back. Robert is very strong I realise. Then I look at what he is holding in his hand; he has a bunch of my pantyhose.

"Spread out bitch!" he demands; and suddenly I know where he is going with this.

"No! No! No! No! Pulllleeesssee!!!" I beg of him and try to sit up.

"Get down on the bed you fucking whore!" he grunts and pushes me back down on the bed.

Robert falls on top of me pinning me with his weight. As much as I try to struggle I can't fight him and I end up tied to the four-poster bed, my wrists and ankles stretching at the pantyhose that tie me to the bedposts. I can move my arms and legs a little because Robert has tied me by the wrists and ankles to the four bedposts using four pair of pantyhose. But although I have some freedom of movement, I am well and truly fastened to the bed by the nylon ligatures. 

Robert sits on the bed and takes his time getting undressed. He neatly folds the trousers of his suit and lays them over the back of my dresser chair and hangs his shirt and jacket there as well. He turns around when he is finally fully naked and I see his tumescent penis poking straight out from under his pot belly. It is long, thick and swollen; his glans is shiny and purple, a thin string of pre-seminal fluid drools from the eye.

He walks over to the bed and without any warning just drops himself on top of me. I am pinned under his weight and the bed sags appreciatively. He raises himself up over me and lowers his face to mine, breathing in my perfume.

"Oh fuck this feels so good," he whispers and pushes his lips against mine.

He is wearing after-shave and deodorant and I taste mouthwash as he slips his tongue into my mouth. At least he is a considerate molester I think to myself.

Robert kisses me passionately, his lips pressed hard against mine, his tongue explores under mine then slowly works its way around my mouth, flicking and probing. His body is hard against me and his hand slides under my back and lifts me off the bed slightly, it comes to rest on my buttocks. He rubs his hand there, the material of my dress and half-slip whispering against my panties and hose.

"Mmmm," Robert whimpers, his lips still against mine.

I lie still, neither encouraging him or denying him what he wants.

"God I just have to have you hun, my lovely transvestite webcam queen; this is just how I imagined it would be!"

Robert kisses me again as his other hand slides down and seizes both of my buttocks. He lifts the hem of my business suit skirt and caresses my half-slip. His hands work in a circular motion in time with his tongue, rubbing the silky slip against my tight panties. I now realise that he is gyrating his hips against mine; pulling the lower half of my body against his as his passion intensifies.

I lie still forcing myself not to move, to just take what is coming.

Using the utmost self-control I force myself to go limp in his arms again and allow him to grind his body against mine. His erection pushes against my stomach. I can feel the heat of it though the material of my skirt and slip.

Robert gyrates against me, his tongue working feverishly in my mouth, his lips crushing mine. The hands on my arse paw at my buttocks and pull my lower body harder against him. He is 'dry humping' me; pushing his erect member against me through my clothes. I perceive a deep humming deep down in his throat and he begins to breathe heavily as he continues to kiss me deeply.

Robert reaches a hand between our bodies and adjusts his penis, then his hand flies back to my arse and he rucks up my skirt and uses both hands to caress my buttocks through my slip as he pulls me back against him.

He grinds himself against me, his cock hard against my lower abdomen. I can feel the girth of it though the layers of slip, panties and pantyhose. I concentrate harder on not responding in any way and just allowing Robert to do what he wants to.

Roberts kisses are a hard insistent invasion of my mouth; every few seconds he has to break to take a breath; I can taste my lipstick and makeup. During these little gasps for breath he pants and moans utterances.

"Yes! oh yes baby! so good! so good!!!"

"Gotta do it soon! gotta do it soon!!!"

Robert reaches down again and struggles with his erection and he pushes it down then releases it so that it springs forward and at the same time he forces my legs open.

His cock is now wedged between my legs; encased in the silky sheer material of my half-slip, hard against my crotch.

"Oh my god!" Robert groans and begins to hump against me.

He gets into rhythm, dry fucking me in time with his feverish kisses; slowly circling his manhood against my body. Robert tugs on my slip and I feel it drag down my thighs until it is around the tops of my knees. Now I can feel his turgid penis trapped between my pantied crotch and gossamer cloaked thighs. Robert pushes against me and thrusts his cock into the silken trap made by my pantyhosed thighs and nylon panty crotch. I can feel the head of his penis rubbing itself along mine through my panties; my penis held in place tight between my legs by the gusset of my pantyhose.

Robert quickens his pace and his cock begins to throb. He pushes against me harder and holds me so tight that I'm afraid he will squeeze the breath out of me. His tongue is now a wild wet animal, thrashing in my mouth, fluttering and exploring every crevice.

Both his hands clench my buttocks squeezing them roughly through my panties as he pushes me down into the mattress to the rhythm of his thrusts. He groans and grasps my arse so tight that I am worried he will tear through my panties and pantyhose. He pulls me hard against him and I feel his penis begin to pulse and throb. Then he quickly pulls himself away from me.

"No, no, no, no, you fucking don't! I'm not falling for that; I want the real thing!" he gasps, his body shuddering as he concentrates on preventing his orgasm.

Robert rests for a minute, pulls my slip back up and then moves from between my legs and moves further up the bed kneeling with his crotch level with my face. His hard cock wobbles in front of my eyes.

"Touch it!" he orders.

I reach out with my right hand, only slightly encumbered by the pantyhose binding it to the bedpost, and I gently stroke his turgid member with my fingertips.

Robert leans back slightly so that he can see my painted nails trailing along his shaft as I wank him. A thin thread of shimmering clear pre-come runs from the purple head of his penis and drips onto my satin sheets. He reaches out and caresses my thighs and stocking tops and then works his way up to my panties. I stiffen as I feel his hand go inside my panties and begin to fumble about. I force myself to relax and he eventually finds my thin soft cock nestled in the crotch of my satin panties and he begins to free it from its little prison.

I concentrate on slowly masturbating him to the best of my ability. I grasp his member tightly and slowly squeeze and then flutter my fingers against the shaft as I work my hand up and down his penis. He is obviously enjoying it because he is just staring at my hand wanking him while his hand strokes my stocking tops. His other hand finally frees my member, he begins to squeeze it harder and harder.

I stroke his cock with firmer faster strokes. He lowers his head and kisses me, gently sliding his tongue along my gums, exploring my mouth. Then he sits back on his haunches again and removes his hand from inside my panties.

Robert reaches out and puts his hands on my shoulders and turns me sideways on the bed. He draws himself closer and takes my head in his hands and pushes his crotch forward so that the head of his cock is between my lipsticked lips. He keeps pushing until I open my mouth. The musky smell of his loins is mingled with the faint odour of body lotion or talc.

"You take this bitch, and don't bite or you're fucking dead!" he laughs.

He pushes his sleek hard manhood into my mouth until I start to gag and then he commences fucking my face. He thrusts his sleek skinned penis in and out of my mouth. Underlying the taste of his body lotion there is also a sweet salty taste that I know to be pre-seminal fluid. My gag reflex remains suppressed as long as he doesn't drive his cock too deep into my throat, and I can tell that he is very aware of this because he is obviously holding himself back.

I breath through my nose to compensate for the thick member filling my mouth. Robert tightens his grip on my head and eases his cock purposely in and out of my mouth. He pulls it back until my lips circle his purple glans and then thrusts forward, forcing his turgid meat deeper into my mouth. I move my tongue around the shaft and can sense his enjoyment. Robert is moaning and grunting with pleasure.

"Yeah you bitch whore, take this!"

"Take it bitch, take it!" Robert howls as his pleasure nears climax.

Robert quickly pulls his penis from my mouth and sits back on his haunches again.

"Nearly lost it again. As much as I'd love to fill your pretty face with spunk I have other plans," he pants.

Robert rests for a minute or two, occasionally reaching down to kiss me passionately to keep himself aroused, but being careful not to drive himself over the brink.

Robert stands and moves back down to the bottom of the bed. He jams two pillows under the small of my back, lifting my lower body off the bed. He rucks my skirt and slip back up around my waist and pulls my legs apart and then lifts my high-heels high up off the bed. He sits on his haunches between my outstretched legs, my nylon-sheathed legs are held open by the bonds tied around my ankles, my gleaming black high-heels held high. My heavy makeup is smeared from Robert's kisses and sweaty passion, my damp hair is strewn around the pillow framing my face. We are both panting.

Robert positions himself further up the bed so that his member rubs against my panty crotch. He reaches out and pulls the gusset of my panties to one side exposing the crevice of my arse now protected only by the gossamer thin veil of my pantyhose.

I know what is coming and instinctively I try to push myself down into the mattress and away from the invading member but Robert takes hold of my waist and digs his hands into me to hold me steady.

"Oh no you don't Michele; hold still while I tends to my needs, it will all be over soon" he hisses.

His hard cock rubs against the thin gauzy nylon of my pantyhose and pushes the silky material into the crevice of my arse. Then Robert adjusts his member so that his glans is nestled against the bud of my sphincter. I feel Robert pull the gusset of my panties further across my buttocks so that he has an unobstructed view of his penis poised at my rear entrance; his erect member pushes the nylon of my pantyhose tight against my sphincter. He says something.

"Don't forget the lube!" he whispers.

"Whaat?" I stammer.

"I think you will appreciate some lube about now Michele!" he says.

I reached under the pillow; my hand hampered by the bondage of the pantyhose tying it to the bedpost. I search for the tube of lube that I have put there previously this evening in anticipation of girly fun. I grasp it and hold it out to him.

"No, you do it Michele," Robert laughs.

He takes the tube of KY jelly and squeezes a big blob of the cool slippery liquid into my hand.

"You do it! And be nice and gentle I don't want to come before I get it in you!"

I stretch my hand down to Robert's engorged manhood. It is rock hard and I put my hand around it, it feels enormous and menacing, throbbing in my hand. Robert looks down to see me lying there with my legs wide apart, my high-heels held high in the air, my legs encased in my diaphanous nylons with my white satin panties pushed to one side of my arse, exposing my buttocks. He watches as my long delicate fingers, their red painted nails glimmering with the shine of the lubricant, slide feather-like up and down his hard cock, coating it with a generous amount of KY jelly.

"Oh Michele, you're going to get it now!" he moans.

His hands move to my hips and I can feel his now well-lubricated glans pressing against my sphincter. But there is something preventing his entry; the nylon gusset of my pantyhose! He hasn't pulled my pantyhose down or torn a hole in them!

"Pantyhose!" I gasp.

"Yes, I love them!" he exclaims and thrust his hips forward.

The head of his penis slides inside my tight hole, the lube assists his entry but the nylon gusset of my sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose is also pushed inside me. The pain of having Robert's hard cock pushing inside my sphincter is bad enough but the nylon wrapped around the head of his cock is like fine sandpaper against the walls of my rectum.

"Oh God!" I groan in agony and then I look sideways to see myself reflected in a full-length wall-mounted mirror.

I am impaled on the head of Roberts's cock as I lie there with my legs spread, skirt hitched up and Roberts's gut hanging over me as he thrusts harder. His eyes close in concentration and ecstasy as he stuffs more of his tumescent member inside me. My pantyhose grow tight around my buttocks and between my groin as Robert forces more of the sheer fabric further inside me. He groans and holds me so tight that the pain is almost more than I can bear; I feel a searing heat as my insides are invaded.

Suddenly the flimsy nylon rips and Roberts's well-lubricated shaft drives itself all the way inside me as the resisting pantyhose gusset tears away. His cock is so big, and so deep inside me, that it knocks the wind out of me. I feel Robert's thighs against mine, his skin whispering on my nyloned legs as he grinds into me. His large gut is now resting firmly against my tummy and his hands give way and his full weight presses down on me.

"Oops, don't fall down Robert," he laughs, "I'm just about to start the ride!"

He pushes himself back up and takes his weight on his arms and starts to kiss my neck. Then one of his hands fumbles around at the front of my crotch. His hand strokes my sleek thighs as he slowly rapes my back passage.

Robert starts to slowly thrust in and out of me, hardly moving his cock more than an inch in and out; he is panting and slobbering at my neck, kissing and licking me. I close my eyes and try to relax my internal muscles so that the pain in my back passage will subside.

Robert's hand strokes my thighs and groin as he slowly fucks me, he is obviously delighted in the feel of the slinky nylon and satin on his skin because he is pushing his crotch hard against my buttocks on the in stroke. He begins to fuck me harder and faster, establishing a hard and fast rhythm. I relax my sphincter and concentrate on keeping my back passage loose to accommodate him.

"Open your eyes bitch!" he gasps, "Look!"

I open my eyes and turn to face the mirror. Robert is thrusting against me, his sweaty body glistening with exertion; his hand is under the front panel of my panties ferreting around, pawing and stroking. He is alternately kissing me and slobbering at my neck. He thrusts in and out, pivoting his waist to get all of himself inside me, rubbing his balls on my nylon covered ass at the top of his in-stroke.

My back passage is full and it aches as Robert's invading member slides in and out of me, but oh god, I begin to feel the spongy hard mass of his glans as they push against my prostate. I feel the first ripple of sexual pleasure from my anal cavity.

I raise myself up so that my buttocks push up further and I sway my hips from side to side to increase Roberts's pleasure and ensure my arse cheeks rub against him, as he obviously loves the feel of that. I turn my head back so that Robert can kiss my pouting lips.

Robert now starts to pound himself heavily in and out of me. I imagine that he can do some serious damage to my insides if he isn't careful; but I still experience the wonderful tingle of excitement every time his cock massages my prostate. He fucks me harder and harder and is grunting and panting really hard now. He grasps my hips and pulls me hard up against him, thrusting forward and back. He jackhammers himself in and out of me, groaning and cursing.

"Fucking bitch! Fucking Whore! Fucking take this you cunt!" he screams.

He pushes in hard and grates his balls against my arse as he shudders. His grip on my waist is like iron. I sense his cock start to convulse inside me as it shudders and secretes his hot spend. Robert's cock actually expands further and fills me completely and I think that the walls of my back passage will tear as Robert orgasms deep inside me. Jet after jet of hot seed stream into me as he rocks slowly back and forth. His semen further lubricates his cock and any pain I am experiencing goes away immediately. Robert is hissing obscenities as his orgasm peaks. I feel his spend drip from my sphincter and run down into the crack of my arse.

As Robert's glans pulsate and throb against my sensitive prostrate, washing it with his hot seed, I experience a stab of exquisite sexual pleasure pulse through me and simultaneously stiffen and ejaculate into the front of my panties. I shudder with pleasure although I feel utterly debased. 

Robert pushes me down into the mattress and pulls back so that his cock slides out of me, a torrent of his semen joins the trickle running down my crack and, as he lifts himself up, globs of semen drip from his member onto my stocking tops and legs. I can't believe how much semen he expended.

Robert leans down and kisses me full on the lips.

"That was fantastic; you are one hot tranny whore," he laughs.

Robert grabs a handful of my half slip and wipes his cock on it. The silvery gleam of semen and KY jelly soak into the white satin fabric.

I am left lying on the bed my clothing dishevelled, with my legs akimbo and my slip and stockings stained with semen, my ankles and wrists still pathetically bound to the bedposts by the pantyhose restraints.

"Satisfied?" I inquire.

"Certainly. Are you?" Robert responds.

"Well; maybe just a little constructive criticism if you don't mind." I answer easily removing the pantyhose restraints and getting up off the bed. I pull down my slip and skirt; adjust them over my thighs and reach for my cigarettes.

I walk over to where my webcam is mounted on top of my laptop, strategically positioned to take in a widescreen view of my bed. I blow a kiss into the lens of the webcam and shut it off. I close my website down on the laptop and log off from the Internet.

"Well honey you were fifteen minutes late getting here; the punters on my website expect the show to start at nine p.m. sharp!" I chasten him.

"I couldn't find the fucking key to the front door; I'm sure you said the third flowerpot on the left of the windowsill," Robert complains.

"Ok, but next time try to get started on time; and you need to be careful when you dry hump me like that. You nearly lost control and came all over me; which I actually wouldn't mind, but the punters want to see me get a good fucking." I said




Violation



"Also, those pantyhose are the most pathetic bondage restraints. I know that you need the freedom to manoeuvre me around the bed and have me wank you and so on, but we need some more believable restraints. Also, maybe you could threaten me with a knife or something?" I went on.

"That might work," Robert answered, "I could use it to cut the crotch out your knickers before I fuck you; for a more dramatic effect," he smiled.

"And that's another thing hun, you know I like it rough but that trick of pushing my pantyhose inside me wrapped around your cock is only ever going to happen again if you use twice as much lube!" I snap.

"I'm sorry sweetheart; I though you might like it for something different," he smiles sheepishly.

I walk over to where he is standing, still naked, and lean in and kiss him. I take his cock in my hand and wrap a stockinged leg around his as I embrace him. I whisper in his ear.

"And finally darling, I love you and I love your cock dearly; but you could lose a few pounds," I giggle into his ear and softly squeeze his hardening prick.



Violation is Hers



She eagerly sped home after work, her husbands words from their phone conversation during her lunch break echoing in her mind, "I have a big surprise for you. One hint: It has to do with fulfilling a fantasy for both of us.." Giddy with anticipation she pulled into the driveway of their home and stopped to check her face and hair in her rearview mirror. Taking a deep breath she stepped out of the car and walked up towards her front door, high heels clacking with each step. Just as she took out her keys her husband through open the door, and with an odd smile on his face, he said 

"Come in, darling..."

She walked pensively into the hall and suddenly she felt a large form behind her and a palm closing over her mouth. Panicking slightly she looked wildly at her husband before three other large men walked in to greet her. The large man pinned her arms behind her and forced her to walk awkwardly into the bedroom, the rest of the men following closely behind. She felt as though she had lost her mind, as though none of this could really be happening. Her panic reached it's peak as she began to fight and struggle against the man behind her when suddenly her husbands words filled her head

"...it has to do with fulfilling a fantasy for both of us..."

She knew, at that moment, what was about to happen. Her fear diminished, sliding into excitement, but she continued to fight, continued to push against the man who now forced her on her back on the bed. Her husband had acted on the most intimate fantasy that his wife had ever shared with him, her gang-bang fantasy, matching his own desire to watch her be forcibly fucked The three other men and her husband pinned down her arms and legs and the man that had held her now roughly ripped away her clothing. She was stripped bare, her flushed body exposed to these strangers. The man now stood above her and grunted slightly as his eyes slid over her taught body. His large hand roughly began toying with her breasts, his thumbs pushing over her hard nipples. She closed her eyes and pressed her face into the pillow next to her as she felt him undress, felt his foreign fingers touching and exploring her wet little pussy. Her husband watched his wife's pleasure closely, his cock growing harder with each moment as he watched the man lower onto her, spreading her wide. 

Her back arched and she cried out as she was first violated. A palm quickly went over her mouth to stifle her cries and moans as the stranger began to fuck her hard. There was no passion, no sweet words, only a mammalian need as the man pushed deeper, fucking her tight pussy harder and harder. Her demeanor began to change towards the man, bucking her hips up against him, arching her back and moaning loudly against the palm that covered her lips. The man atop her clenched his eyes tight and came deep inside of her, filling her throbbing pussy. He rested only a moment before he moved out of her and was replaced by another, only slightly smaller, man which had been previously at one of her ankles. This second man looked at her with a cocky smirk as her hips twitched and her body twisted while he removed his clothes. There was no tenderness in his movements, immediately thrusting his thick cock deep inside of her while his fingers roughly toyed with her hard nipples.

He was moaning gently beneath his breath, his eyes glued on the merciless taking of his wife by a strange man and her boundless pleasure. Stationed at her wrist, he pinned her down with one hand while the other pushed down his jeans and boxers and began sliding up and down his hard shaft. All of the other men about her were also pleasuring themselves, the man at her left foot was pressing his cock against her foot while his hands pinned her ankle down. She was in complete ecstasy, and her husband was eager for his final release.

Each man took her as the last, using her body as a vessel and filling her with their cum. Her tight pussy was messy and covered in sticky jisim as the last stranger shot his load inside of her, and she delighted in feeling his strong body quivering slightly against hers. She was delirious, her head spinning and unable to comprehend what was happening. Feeling a familiar touch she looked up and saw her husband looking deep into her eyes. She shook the hand free from her mouth and breathlessly pleaded up to him,

"Make me clean, lick me clean..."

Her legs were pinned far apart and he leaned down to her and buried his face into her pussy. His tongue endlessly lapped at her swollen clit and she cried out hoarsely,

"Yes...yes I'm going to cum..."

As if her words spoke of something greater, the men relieved her limbs and all dived in as close as they could to her pussy, licking and sucking her clean, random fingers teasing and pinching her. The pleasure was nearly unbearable as her orgasm began to quickly build, tensing her entire body. The endless tongues and kisses over her sensitive clit and nipples finally overtook her and she screamed, nearly jerking upright as her orgasm ravaged her body. Such complete release after such delicious torment. She clawed, and moaned and thrashed about until finally the tongues were pulled away and each man, including her husband stood up around her, stroking their hard cocks as they watched her violated form quiver beneath them.

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Violation On The Stairs



It has been a long day at the end of a long week. I walk into the loft and she greets me with a kiss on the cheek and asks how my day went.

Without a word, I force her to kneel. I pull my cock out and shove it into her mouth. She knows what to do. She has done it a lot. My cock quickly hardens as she fucks me with her mouth.

Threads of spit and pre-cum span the gap between her mouth and my cock as I pull it from her. I yank her head back by the ponytail, slap my cock across her face, and force it in her mouth.

I tell her to take it deep and she moves down my cock with her lips. 

"Deeper." I demand. 

I feel her struggle not to gag. She chokes as I push her deeper onto my cock and I hold her nostrils closed. She can't breathe. I count to thirty then I pull my cock from her mouth. She gasps for air.

"Look at me." 

She fails to look so I slap her across the face. She is startled. However, I have her attention. 

"Not a word. No debate, no questions." 

I pull her up by the hair and push her face first into the corner near the stairs. 

"Place your nose in the corner, and don't fuckin' move."

Going upstairs, I gather a few items: a couple of dildos, (one average, one wide but average in length) and some lube.

When I return to her, I grab her by the hair and tell her to kneel on the third step facing up. She complies. I grab her by the hair and place my forearm against her back; I force her face into the stairs. 

She is still wearing the skirt she wore to work. I pull her skirt up and tell her to hold it up. Her ass looks great in a nice pair of boy-shorts. I slap her ass hard. She jumps and I slap it again. After 10 smacks, I rip her boy-shorts down to her knees and force my fingers into her wet cunt. She moans as I begin to fuck her with my fingers. First just one finger (she is tight), then two and harder yet. She whimpers and cries. However, I continue.

Picking up the smaller of the two dildos, I begin fucking her. Short, fast, powerful strokes in her cunt. I love watching her lips roll in and out of her. As her lips roll in, the hood of her clit is tugged down over her clit. She has the best cunt. Always smooth.

As I continue fucking her with the dildo, I pour some lube between her cheeks. 

"Put you finger in your ass. Open it up for me."

"No." she replies.

I grab a nice piece of ass cheek and give it a good pinch. She lets out a scream and I shove the dildo deep into her cunt.

"Now do it." 

Reaching back with her left hand, she inserts a finger into her ass. I pour more lube on her. 

"Can you feel the dildo with your fingers?" I ask. 

She nods yes. 

"Now insert another finger."

She complies.

I replace the dildo with my fingers. I can feel her fingers in her against my fingers in her cunt. My cock is hard as a rock. She begins to breathe heavy. She is close to coming. Taking the thicker dildo, I lube it, and then replace my fingers with it. She screams as it bifurcates her and she begins to come. The dildo is dilating her. I love watching big toys in little holes.

As she comes, she bucks, holds her breath, and pushes her fingers deep into her ass. Then she collapses on the stairs. 

"I can't take anymore!" She exclaims.

"Grab the dildo with your right hand." I request.

"Why?" She asks.

"I want to fuck your ass with the dildo inside of you." I reply.

"I cant take all that!" She states.

"Be good girl and try." 

I remove my shoes, socks and pants, I tell her, "now fuck yourself with that big dildo." She complies.

I position myself on the step above the one she is kneeling on, almost as if I was hovering above her. I tell her to roll her hips forward which places her ass in the right position for me to violate. Pouring more lube on her ass, I place the head of my cock against her asshole and in one stroke, I thrust it into her. She draws a deep breath then moans.

Holding my cock deep in her, I tell her to fuck herself with the dildo. She begins. I can feel the dildo against my cock though the thin amount of flesh between her cunt and asshole. Grabbing her hair, I pull her close.

"How does it feel?" I ask.

"Tight, full, good pain." 

She moans. "I'm going to come again if we keep this up."

With her words, I begin to thrust in and out of her ass. It is hot and tight. I love fucking her ass. However, this is the first time I have done so with the dildo in her. 

I feel her begin to comecum. Her ass tightens around my cock and her breathing stops. I pull out and stroke my cock as I begin to come. Cum lands on her skirt, blouse, hair, the side of her face and on the step.

I feel her shake beneath me. She lets the dildo go; it slides from her and falls down the steps. I collapse beside her on the steps. 

Placing my arms around her, I kiss her cheek. 

"My day was fucked. Thanks for cheering me up." 



Violations Continue



Her mind seems to tumble from reality to what has happened not once but three times. First a mystery man and then his woman ravish her and make her feel wild and free. She may go insane from this, but she will skip happily into insanity.

That night her husband comes home as scheduled, but minus the kids. He has a gleam in his eye. He has brought a sack of finger foods and kisses her long and passionately as he greets her.

"Where are the kids?"

"Moms. I didn't want to be disturbed, besides after lunch I was starved for Dinner."

They both laugh, if he only knew. They pick at dinner and make out like two teenagers. He slips his hand under her t-shirt and massages her breast. Her hard nipples trace over his palms. Finally his fingers give attention to the nipples themselves. She sighs at his touch.

Her hands roam over his jeans. She can feel the hardness of his cock. Her fingers trace the outline and tease the head. He skin is salty for his days work. She inhales deeply as his scent turns her on. Their kisses diminish as he nibbles on her neck and shoulders. Soon, her t-shirt is pulled off and he kisses around the lacey edges of her bra. Teasing the nipples barley covered by the material.

He Stands and takes her by the hand. They head to the bathroom. MMM they will shower together. She loves this and often drags him into the shower in the mornings. Nothing better than an orgasm to start the day, sure beats coffee. They undress each other slowly and kiss and nibble each other as they do. 

The water is hot and he washes her first. His hands slide the soapy cloth over her. She loves the feel of his hands on her body. He is tender and loving and yet can be rough when the time calls for it. When his hand hits her sex she moans and her body tenses. All the sex has left her tender and hyper sensitive. He pulls her close and kisses her as his hands work her tender pussy.

She can't believe how good this feels. Her body reacts quickly and her pussy grows wetter and wetter with each stroke. She holds him for strength as her legs grow rubbery. Her eyes dilate as her body reacts and she orgasms. It is not mind bending, but still powerful. He holds her close and tenderly kisses her as she recovers.

She washes his body and pay special attention to his cock. She loves how it makes her feel and how it fills her pussy. She loves watching his reaction as she flicks the very tip with her tongue and then slowly circles it. Mmmm he tastes good. She sucks him in and begins working his cock with abandon. 

Now his legs grow week and he braces himself against the shower wall for support. He looks into her eyes and sees the need and hunger that turn him on even more. The water splashes over their skin as she works him to the point of no return. 

Pulling back she lets his hot cum slash over her face and breast. The water washes is away. Kissing her way back up to him she kisses him deeply again. The turn the water off and dry each other. His cock is semi-erect but her skilled drying has gotten it turgid again. 

He pushes her on the bed and kneels before her. His tongue slides into her pussy and he nibbles and sucks his way to her clit. There be begins writing her a love letter in cursive with his tongue. This is something he learned from the book she gave him for Valentines Day. 

The sensations are amazing and fill her with pleasure. She can feel the tingling in her belly and spreading across her body. She massages her breasts and teases her nipples as he works her pussy. This is so wonderful she never wants it to stop. He has learned some new tricks and her body and mind appreciate the effort. 

He pulls her toy from her hiding place and begins slowly working her pussy with it. He has not turned it on, but it feels great none the less. The rhythm of the toy and his tongue make her grind her hips and moan with increasing volume. He is getting her so close and then he slows, making her wait and allowing it to build.

She grabs his head and pulls him down hard on her clit. He flicks the switch on the toy and sucks her clit hard while lashing it with his tongue. Reality scurries away and her body only feels now. She is cumming and all sound and sight darken. Her pussy squirts is salty load into his eager mouth. 

She screams and convulses as her body is wracked by pleasure. He keeps the tempo matching her body's rhythm until she climaxes again. Finally he gives her relief and begins kissing up her pelvis and slowly up her stomach. Each kiss sends little shivers up and down her body. 

Reaching her breast he starts with the right breast and kisses and nibbles the under and outer edge crease. Slowly spiraling until he reaches her swollen nipples. He swirls his tongue around it and then begins giving it the same treatment he did her clit. Her body responds and she moans softly again. He moves to the left side and repeats the treatment. 

Sliding forward, she can feel his cock between her legs. Slowly it slides inside her. He begins grinding. His cock moves in and out but in a figure eight pattern as he works his hips to hit every inch of her velvety insides. Its slow and sensuous as he works her looking deep into her eyes.

"Mmmm baby, you feel so good. I love how hot and tight you are. You squirted tonight and that was Ohhh so nice." He moves and pulls you on top of a pillow moving your ass into the air. Your legs go over his shoulders and he begins slowly but very firmly thrusting deep inside you. You legs move ever forward as he leans on them. You pelvis rotates and his cock gains ever deeper access. 

His thrusts grow harder and harder as he pounds your sweet pussy. It feels amazing and you can feel your body beginning the climb towards ecstasy again. Harder and harder he thrusts and soon your cumming. He pounds you all the way through it and past. Your orgasms fade into one another. 

Pulling out he rolls you over and pulls your ass into the air. Grabbing your hips he slides inside again. Mmmm you love doggy and how it makes you feel. He slaps your ass as he again uses his hips to slowly, but firmly fuck you. The tempo increases as your body grows more charged and ready again for release. He alternates hands until both cheeks are red and tingling.

You grow ever closer and soon you feel his body tense and soon his cock throbs like a jackhammer deep inside your sex. His cum shoots deep and this touches off your orgasm. You both cum hard and collapse in a pile. Breathing hard and covered in sweat. 

After a brief nap you awake and find him sleeping softly. You uncover him and start licking his sleeping cock. It slowly wakes up as you lick and nibble up the shaft. His sleep grows steadily shallower and soft moans escape his lips. You can taste both of your sexes on his cock as you clean it up.

On a whim you slowly tie his arms and legs. He awakens to find himself completely at your mercy. You kiss him deeply and then put a pillowcase over his head so that he cannot see any of the things you have in store for him.

"Wait here baby; I want to get some things to help me enjoy your body."

You leave the room and go to the kitchen to get some ice and a bit of chocolate syrup. Upon returning you get the shock of your life. She is there and slowly rubbing an ice cube up and down his shaft. She smiles at you and puts her finger to her lips once again.

You cannot believe your eyes or her audacity. She begins sucking his cock with great enthusiasm. He is moaning and groaning as she sucks him. You sit down on the dresser and begin massaging your clit. She smiles as you and motions you to come closer. You love watching your man get his cock sucked by a complete stranger. 

It's so very hot and your pussy drips with excitement. She gets him to the edge and then applies pressure so that he can't cum. Again and again she works him like this until he is begging for release. You can see his balls are swollen and filled with cum. She stops and to your surprise mounts his cock and slides it deep in her pussy. She is squatting on his cock and barely making contact with his body except for her pussy. Slowly she works up and down on his shaft as her muscles ripple with exertion. You watch closely as his cock is buried deeper and deeper into her pussy. She licks her lips and bears down to really milk his cock. She brings him to the edge and with great agility pulls off and sucks him dry. His voice echoes off the walls as his orgasm overtakes him. 

Working diligently she sucks every last drop from his cock before moving off the bed. She kisses you deeply sharing his sweet seed, winks and turns the radio up a bit to cover her escape.

You jump on his cock and ride with abandon. Uncovering his head you look deep into his eyes. Leaning forward you bite and suck his nipples and then work up his chin. Kissing and nibbling until you reach his lip. You deep passionate kiss lingers.

"Baby, I don't know what's gotten into you, but damn. You are like two different women. I hope you know how much I love you."

Releasing him from his bonds you turn and face away. He loves watching his cock slide into your pussy and smacks your ass. You grab onto his thighs and you tighten down and begin to grind and twist as you move up and down on his shaft. He teases your back door as you ride which only intensifies the effects. 

Soon your body shivers with pleasure and you begin to ride him faster and faster. He sits up and nibbles your neck and back as he tweaks your nipples and strokes your clit. You bounce on his cock with abandon until your body shatters in a long, pulsating orgasm. You fall back on him and both slide down in bed and drift back into blissful slumber.