0 comments/ 15254 views/ 0 favorites Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction By: FallenAngel1227 What follows is a true story, though the names have been changed to protect the closest thing to innocence we could find. Over the course of the 22 years that I have been alive, certain things have come to my attention. First off, I should point out, that people are cruel. They enjoy pushing the limits that other people seek to set for themselves, and while this isn't always a bad thing, it often leads to someone getting hurt. Sometimes however, pushing the limits can be a great deal of fun as well. Second, I should point out that anything that is considered an affront to a person's pride is more likely to push those limits even further. This is why we learn, even when we are young, that "daring" someone to do something, can often provide interesting, an unexpected results. The night in question, I was working. I had just finished closing up the store, and was in all honesty pretty pissed off. I'd spent a long time working with customers and yet nobody was buying today, and unfortunately, no sales, means no money for me come payday. It was a lousy way to start a Friday night. I hopped in my jeep and drove home, making my way through the crowded streets with nothing save a hot shower and the company of a decent book on my mind. Little did I know what was in store for me. When I finally climbed the hill and pulled into the driveway of the house, I was astonished to see that the place looked a bit like a used car lot. I recognized four or five of the vehicles, but the others were new to me. I shrugged idly as I parked my jeep in the garage and took note of the number of people there. Looked like my older brother was hosting another one of his drinking parties for his friends, it was nothing too out of the ordinary, so I said hello to the people that I knew and made my way inside. About an hour later, my need for a shower was overwhelming, so I made my way upstairs. I could hear the cantor of voices floating in off the patio, and as I was standing at the kitchen sink, getting a cup of water, I listened to my brother telling stories to everyone. "So, there I was on the eighth hole, ball sitting in a damned sand trap of all fucking places! I grabbed the wedge and took the shot. I'll be damned if that mother fucker didn't hit the pin!" I laughed softly as he had told the story before...he loved to pretend that he was good at golf...although I guess for an amateur, he's not too bad. I guess he noticed me standing at the window around then, and called up to me. "Hey, Chance! I shot a 93 at Afton today." My own sense of humor was a bit more sarcastic and witty than his, and despite his best efforts, he often found himself as the brunt end of some scathing remarks. This time was no different, save for the sadistic enjoyment that I garnered from doing it in front of his friends. "Oh? Was that on nine holes? Or eighteen?" I quipped with a smile. His friends hooted and hollered at the comment and started making jests of their own at my brother, who only sat there looking flustered for a moment before shaking his head in defeat. Two in particular seemed to think the joke particularly funny. Milissa, one of my brother's friends from college, and a woman named Tyna, which I had only met once or twice, and didn't know particularly well. Bill just flipped me off and tried to go casually back to his card game, but the damage had been done. I stood there for a few more minutes, talking with people, not wanting to go outside because the only thing I had on was a pair of boxers and though I'm not the least bit shy about displaying my athletic body, the obvious bulge of my soft cock would surely draw attention. After those few minutes, I retreated from the kitchen, listening to the sounds of whatever new game they were playing, and made my way into the bathroom. I pushed the door shut and turned on the water, letting it heat up as hot as it would go. That's the best way to ease the tension out. I sat down on the floor of the shower, letting the steam rise up around me for a few moments, stretching my legs a little and then stood up into the excruciatingly hot water, letting it sluice over my body. Second by second I felt the heat penetrate the muscles of my back and I luxuriated in it, letting out a low moan as I leaned forward against the wall. Now, I'm not sure of the exact sequence of events at this point, but take my word for it, I was surprised, even if I didn't let it show. There I was, in the shower of my own home and all of a sudden I feel the soft hands of a woman pressed up against my back and slowly working there way down my spine. I think I would've jumped, if it hadn't been for the hot water. My first response was to assume that I had imagined it, but as the hands persisted, they were accompanied by a voice that shocked my out of my over-relaxed reverie. "Mmmmm...you do like it hot, don't you?" I turned my head over my shoulder and my body soon followed as I took in Milissa's naked form. She was physically perfect from most men's perspective, I suppose. Her tits were nice and firm, with upturned nipples and a shape that drew the attention of even the most faithful man. Her pale Irish skin was decidedly free of freckles, save for one or two along her arms, and it gave off a rosy glow in the red light of the shower's heat lamp. Naturally my eyes took in much more than the shape of her tits and the glow of her skin. She stood facing me with her legs parted slightly, as if to let the water run along her bare pussy and get it wet for her. Not even a single strip of hair remained, and the skin looked so soft and smooth that I longed to reach out and touch it. From there my eyes traveled the rest of the way down the floor to her feet, admiring the turn of her calves and the overall curve of her body. She was truly a beautiful woman. Of course, there is a price a man pays for seeing the beautiful body of a naked woman such as Milissa, and I was paying the price in spades as my cock sprang to life. I swear in the space of the three seconds it took me to admire her naked body, my cock went from limp against my leg to hard as steel and craving attention from this luscious beauty. "What are you doing here?" I asked with obvious interest in the answer. "Well, I wanted a shower, and you were already in here, so I figured that I'd just have to share." She said, trying as best as a naked woman can to look innocent. "Right..." My mind was working overtime to compute this, but it just wasn't adding up. The only thing I could come up with somehow involved my brother, but I was missing a piece of the puzzle. I'm only human though, I was hardly about to complain when the girl climbed naked into my shower. "Anyways, now that I'm here, make room for me..." I smiled my best mischievous grin at her and moved aside, letting the metal rod that was my cock skim against her leg as I moved. It was at that point that she first seemed to take note of the effect she'd had on me. Now, I'm a bit more than average in the cock department. To be honest, I've got friends that have seen me naked and taken to calling me a moose instead of a horse. Eventually it evolved into the naming of the monster Bullwinkle. At ten inches long and nearly seven inches around, the name is well deserved. Milissa gasped and reached out unconsciously as if to touch it before pulling her hand back. She held her other hand to her mouth as the hot water turned the skin of her breasts a deep crimson. I could only watch in fascination as the excitement in her mind caused her nipples to hard, turning the little buds into pencil eraser sized nubs of skin just begging to be sucked on. I couldn't help but be tempted, but still I had to wonder. This was something far beyond the norm. A solid shove put, Milissa's back against the wall without hurting her and gave me the opportunity to ask her at least a couple of questions. "Milissa. Not that I'm complaining, but what are you doing in here?" "I told you...I wanted a show-" "Uh uh," I shook my head, trying to keep myself from being distracted by the feel of her skin under my hands, but it wasn't working very well. "What'd Bill say to get you to come in here?" Her eyes widened briefly and for a moment, I was afraid she was going to slap me, but she settled down and finally spoke. "Your brother was just being a dick about something he knows, and when we started playing a new game, I guess he got a little upset about you getting the best of him and dared me to come in here." "He dared you?! That's it?" She looked up at me and nodded before continuing. "You see...your brother has always had a thing for me, and when I told him that I was more interested in you than I was in him...he got a little jealous. You embarrassing him out there just made it worse." It took me a moment to pick my jaw up off the floor, but after I did manage it, I was still at a loss for words. This hot bodied woman...the subject of countless men's wet dreams had a thing for me? I eventually managed to voice the thought in a more polite fashion and Milissa nodded. "I'm not sure what it is, but it's more than just the looks." She quickly amended the statement, when she realized how it sounded. "No no... you look great..." She admired my body just as I had admired hers a moment ago, "but it's something more than that. Maybe it's just the way that you carry yourself..." I took my head in my hands and brushed my hair back out of my face, trying to think. "So...if Bill has a thing for you, why would he send you in here?" "Well...that's the thing. See, you embarrassed him, and he figured that he'd do the same to you. He said you'd be a coward about it and probably come out yelling and screaming at him or some shit like that... Look, Chance...I'm sorry... I didn't want to, but a dare is a dare, ya know?" I smiled thoughtfully as I leaned in and took the opportunity to kiss Milissa full on the lips, my tongue sliding against the soft skin of her lips until she overcame the shock and opened her mouth pulling me into the kiss. Our tongues mingled for a moment, sliding back and forth across each other as our hands found a place to rest. Mine against the wall behind her head, and hers around my neck; it was a wonderful kiss. I broke the kiss after a moment and looked at her for any sign that she had or hadn't enjoyed it. She leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, with hands trembling slightly as licked her lips. "Mmmm..." She let a soft cry escape her lips. "So much for being a coward?" I laughed for a short moment as I looked at her. "Did you expect any less?" She smiled softly and leaned forward as if for another kiss, but instead she moved the water spout down just a bit, so it wasn't beating on the two of us quite as much. "Actually, as soon as I stepped in and you didn't jump, I knew that this was going to be a fun dare." I balked for just a moment, wondering about the final piece of the puzzle, and decided at least to ask the question. "Milissa, I've got two more questions, then I'll shut up. Promise. First off...if you've had a thing for me, then why didn't you ever make a move before? And secondly...if we're going to do this, I want this to be done because you want to, not just for some dare." "The only reason I never said anything was your age. You're five years younger than me and I didn't know how you'd react. None of the girls I ever saw you with seemed...well...like me. So I didn't think I was your "type". And as for the second..." She leaned in and kissed me solidly, standing on her toes and pushing me back up against the wall. "That's the only reason I came in the first place. The dare just gave me an excuse." I grabbed her under the arms and lifted her into the air, putting her up against the far wall of the shower and kissing her, hard, letting my tongue roam into her mouth more and more as she moaned against me. She lifted her legs off the floor and wrapped them around me and I pressed her against the wall grinding my cock into the wetness of her pussy. "Take me...please...?" She asked in a quiet voice. "Not here...come on." I said, setting her feet back on the floor. I led her out of the bathroom, listening to the hoots and hollers of people outside, and then opened the door to the basement and guided her down the stairs. We dropped the piles of clothing on the floor as soon as we made it into the bedroom and within a second she was attached to me again, wrapping her legs about me and pulling my head towards her for another kiss. Time passed very slowly as I kissed her. It was strange, feeling each and every stroke of her tongue against mine. I didn't know what to make of it, but I figured at the very least she would appreciate the idea of what I had in mind. I tossed Milissa down in the bed and moved to open the window. It led right out into the patio. She looked at me strangely for a moment and then smiled broadly, nodding emphatically when she realized that I intended for my brother and all his friends to here my response to his dare, since it had been aimed at me just as well as her. I joined her on the edge of the bed, and for the briefest of moments I considered that I really didn't know anything about what she liked and disliked. I mentioned it to her and she leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, dropping her voice to a sultry whisper that I couldn't forget it I tried. "Don't worry about the specifics...I like it rough...that's all you need to know for right now. Hair pulling, heart pounding, fuck me until I can't stand, ROUGH. I'll warn you if you go too far." Milissa didn't even wait for a response, instead she leaned in grabbed me by the back of the neck and kissed me again, forcing her tongue into my mouth and giving me one of the most passionate kisses of my lifetime. When I came to my senses, I took control of myself and stood from the bed and instead settled into a huge armchair. I spread my legs and pulled her to her knees in front of me, wrapping my fist in her hair and pulling her pouting lips down towards my waiting cock. Her only response was to smile, the flick her tongue out over the head of my cock and whisper to me. "Mmmm... I love a man who learns quickly." And then without any other warning, she plunged her mouth down on my cock. I was more than pleasantly surprised to find the Milissa was a talented cocksucker, and she seemed to love it too, which made it that much more fun for me. She moaned against my cock and took me as far into her mouth as she could, unable to deepthroat something of my girth. After the initial shock of her skill and the pleasurable tongue lashing that she was giving me had worn off, I tightened my grip in her hair with one hand and began to guide her up and down the length of my cock, fucking her mouth with each stroke, loving it as the sounds got louder and louder, and her moaning right along with it. "Mmmmmmm..." I moaned softly, letting the feelings wash over me. "That's it...right there...God you are something else, Mi...you're such a great cocksucker..." She unwrapped her lips from my cock (that's the best word I can come up with for the movement) and smile wantonly at me. "That's right...call me names, Chance...just like that." And she bent back towards my cock, but this time descended further. As Milissa took my balls into her mouth I nearly jumped...her tongue was working wonders in a way that had never been done before. She pumped my cock with her petite little hands, not even able to wrap them all the way around me, and sucked on my balls like a pro, washing them with her tongue and the even daring to go so far as to run her tongue from the back of my balls...up the shaft of my cock and then taking me as far into her mouth as she could. I, in the meantime, capitalized on the clues I was being given. "Come on, you little slut...I know you love sucking my balls like that. You were born to do it. You've wanted me this long, surely you've got all sorts of nasty ideas in that pretty little head of yours. Come on, my slut, take that ..." A deep moan escaped my throat and echoed around the room as I felt the head of my cock bottom out in her throat. I couldn't believe the blowjob that I was getting from this girl...it was fucking unbelievable. "Unbelievable you little bitch, un-fucking-believable..." I moaned as I felt the familiar stirrings of an orgasm. "Come on, Chance...fuck my face. Grab my head in both hands and fuck my face...I want your cum all over my face..." Who am I to argue? I grabbed a fistful of hair in either hand and proceeded to do exactly what Milissa had told me to. Each stroke bottomed me in the back of her throat, and each time she moaned in pleasure. Her hands were otherwise busy, pinching her nipples ( I still wanted to suck on those...so badly) and fingering her wet pussy. Soon though, I was ready to blow my load and told her as much. "Mmmm...come on you little slut, up on your knees, I'm gonna cover you in cum you little bitch." I muttered the words with vigor as I grabbed a fistful of her head and tilted her face up so she could look at me when I came all over her. I was surprised to see no pain, or even the look of someone being humiliated, but wanton lust...she wasn't kidding when she said she loved this stuff. My fist was a blur as it flew back and forth over my cock. I could feel the orgasm building, but the last stroke was what did it. Milissa leaned forward and rammed her tongue up against my ass, sliding it forward to suck on my balls and then back again to actually push its way into the tight hole of my ass. A guttural moan ripped through me as I came. The ropes of white cum spanned the distance between us and painted her beautiful face with my juice. It was the sexiest damned thing I'd ever seen. I watched in awe as a tiny bit of the jism dripped off her chin onto her tits and she wiped it with her finger before sucking the finger dry. I couldn't take it, and I did the first thing that came to mind. I dropped to my knees beside her and ran my tongue the length of her cheek, licking my cum off of her face and taking it into my mouth. She cried out in pleasure at the feeling and her fingers flew over her clit while the other hand locked itself around my cock again. I leaned forward and pulled her head up to meet mine, kissing her tenderly and letting her suck the cum that she so loved out of my mouth. After a moment of this, her own orgasm thundered through her and she sucked my tongue into her mouth and squeezed my cock so hard it hurt. But my god was it worth it. "That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen..." She whispered as she stroked my cock, a bit more gently now. It had been a few minutes before she came down from her plateau, but now she was back and seemingly ready for more. "I'm not sure what got into me...but seeing you kneeling there with my cum all over your face...I just had to..." "I'm not complaining." She said, her hand trembling as it hung near her pussy. "I swear to god, I could fuck you for hours... but that's next time I guess." I looked at her incredulously as if to say "What do you mean, next time?" and then I grabbed her hand and placed it on my already hardening cock. "Next time? What about this time? Haven't you got the strength to go for a few more hours?" She squealed in glee and leapt at me, knocking me flat back on the bed and kissing me soundly, not even bothering to break the kiss as she spoke. "Ohhh...it's been so long since I've had any fun, and now I find a man who can keep up..." She moaned loudly as I began teasing her, sliding my cock along the wet slit of her pussy, allowing her to ride against me as it pressed against her soaking wet slit. "Ohhh...fuck me, Chance...please...fuck me...now." Truth is Stranger than Fiction Fate is a fickle mistress and she certainly played a hand in the impromptu road trip that led Lee Bevins to his destiny. If he hadn't happened to glance at the happenings section of the Sunday paper announcing the event, he might have missed it altogether. There was a lot of time to reflect about his fantasies on the hour-long drive to Philadelphia and a lot of time to chicken out. Having arrived early, he settled into his seat and nervously fidgeted around. An expert at telling lies, he calculated how he was going to tell anyone that questioned him about his presence there that he was really just there to get a copy of the book signed for a friend who couldn't make it that evening. He was overly paranoid that someone was going to recognize him but he didn't have to worry one little bit because no one was paying attention to him at all. He was insignificant in the proceedings and he seemed to fade into the setting like so much mediocre fodder in a pack of hungry alpha wolves. In that moment, he knew what Ralph Ellison must have felt when he penned his seminal work, The Invisible Man. It was standing room only at the Borders bookstore as Scottie Lowe prepared to read from her recently published book, In Loving Color, which was to be followed by a brief question and answer period and signing copies of her very controversial collection of erotic stories. The place was packed and everyone was abuzz, copies in hand, anxious to speak with the writer and have her sign something of meaning to them in their books. Black women were in the house without a doubt, with their seemingly impeccablely matched outfits, perfect hair and makeup, and expensive designer stilettos that made even the shortest of them appear to monstrously tower over the diminutive Lee. They were huddled together with the pages turned to their favorite stories, discussing the characters like they were real people with real dramas and relating to them in ways that seemed transcendent. There were Black men in the place for sure and Lee found it odd that they all seemed to be so articulate and politically outspoken. He'd never really been around Black men that were scholars, and certainly not so many at one time, but they seemed to be staging some serious dialogue about the social commentaries in the book and trying to holla at the fine ladies as well. Lee made note that the white men in the place all had the same look of fear on their faces as he had, petrified someone was going to call them out for their secrets that Scottie had so expertly illustrated in black and white. He had found a seat next to the only white woman in the place and tried to make polite conversation without eliciting too many questions. She was cute, not gorgeous but cute. He dared not ask her too many questions about why she was there because he didn't want her to ask him in return. Lee clutched his copy of the book to his lap as she took her seat at the front of the room. He could see the long line of Scottie's muscular legs under the table and her smooth chocolate skin. Her ultra low haircut made her appearance striking and alluring, and dare it be said, exotic. Her sleepy, seductive eyes had an hypnotic effect, enticing and drawing people into her lair of alliteration and metaphor and controlling their will with a glance. Her voice was melodious and intoxicating and the entire package was almost a bit too overwhelming for mere mortals to gaze upon, or at least that was the sensation that Lee was overwhelmed with. She was a Black goddess, emanating power, authority, and divine strength that held the entire room captive and it served to take his breath away with her natural power. Before she began reading, she looked out into the crowd and seemed to make direct eye contact with Lee. She stared at him as if she was looking right through him and he felt a lump in his throat as he tried to swallow. She made a few comments, opened the copy of her book, and declared that she was going to be reading from one of, if not the most controversial story in the book, True Power and Control. Lee froze. It was "the" story, his story. He heart began pounding in his chest and he wanted to run for the door but he was paralyzed with fear and arousal. His tiny little cock surged with blood and became instantly hard. He'd read the story time and time again, exploding with orgasm each time as the words seemed to come off the page and describe his perfect fantasy. He was terrified to look around because he was sure that people would see him for what he really was and he couldn't take the intense feelings of shame. A surge of arrogance coursed through his body, it was nature's way of protecting his false beliefs and illusions of superiority but he didn't have control, there was nothing he could do so he sat quietly, waiting for the reading to begin. She spoke softly. Not so softly that it was hard to hear but the kind of soft that made one feel reassured and calm. Her trick was that while her voice was soothing, the words she spoke shredded the very fabric of reality for the white submissive men in the room. Scottie was unapologetic in her delivery. She told the tale expertly of a privileged white guy who was the embodiment of obnoxious arrogance who had no choice but to succumb to the powers of a truly superior dominant Black woman. Lee's ears were ringing and he felt pain in his body but he couldn't determine its exact origins. As Scottie read about asserting sheer physical force on the pale body of the character, of marking his white flesh with welts and bruises, Lee felt the stings and the pain as his own. His breathing became labored and he struggled to sit still in his seat. She continued, describing the torment of the character in the book, ridiculing him for his worthless pink cock, degrading him for not being a real man, causing him to cry like a bitch in shame. Flush with arousal, he glanced around and saw the white woman sitting next to him was captivated and breathing hard. She made little effort to hide her excitement and he even thought that she might be discretely rubbing her pussy under her jacket. That added an extra element of arousal, one that he wasn't expecting and one that made him want to rub his little prick that much more. Scottie continued. She seemed to be describing his plight expertly, taking him through the mental paces of both psychological domination and physical control with just her words. She told a tale of a white man fighting his true nature of inferiority, of him relinquishing his social perception of power to a Nubian Goddess who needed no proclamations or amendments to assert her superiority; it was deeply encoded in her DNA. Scottie looked up momentarily from her reading and looked directly at Lee. He could hear the woman next to him gasp for air and his heart skipped a beat. He could feel the heat from her leg as it pressed against his. In that brief fraction of a second, Lee knew a sort of domination he hadn't even known existed before. Scottie knew him; she could read him like a proverbial book and he had a humility and awe for what he knew to be a shift in consciousness. Lee was lost in fantasy, there, amidst the crowd. He could feel her hands gripping his throat, squeezing with casual indifference as he squirmed about gasping for air. He could feel her cool spit hanging precariously from his cheek as she made him beg and plead to taste her waste, to feel the kiss of her whip. His cock was throbbing, hurting. Lee was lost in sensations and imagining being degraded and humiliated for Scottie's perverse pleasure. His life was nothing, or rather, he wanted his life to be nothing, to be reduced to a whimpering, cowering, worthless little dicked asswipe like he felt himself to be. He wanted her to black-mail him and threaten his reality so he could feel alive, on edge. He could hear her cruel laughter as she forced a huge black dildo in his ass, ripping him, destroying his masculinity. He could feel his flesh ripping as her whip slashed his pale, pasty skin. She was dominating him expertly, for all the world to see and she was doing it well. He was stroking his cock, trying to do it discretely yet almost proud of his public depravity. He could hear Scottie saying, "You stupid, worthless white fuck, I own you. I own your very being. I'll crush your spirit like I crush your pathetic balls with my heel and leave you crying and begging for more. Bow, you pathetic worm, bow to my superior Black being and acknowledge that I am your queen." How did she know? How could she read his mind? Fantasy and reality were becoming blurred. He rubbed his cock, it leaked and dripped. He exploded. Lee drove home, his book unsigned. He felt violated but supremely at peace at the same time. His boundaries had been pushed and prodded with literary skill and he was drained for the sensual experience. Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction This story has sexual content. If you are not over 18 then do not read. The names in the story has be changed to protect the real people who have been mention. The story is real. The truth is stranger than fiction. I am 58 year married white guy dressed in the standard dress for a crossdresser. You know black thigh high fishnet stockings with black suspenders; red silk panties with ruffles; matching red underwear and Bra designed to hold silicone breasts of 40-B, red PVC knee high 5" heel boots, short blue skirt, and white pull over knit top with matching jewelry around my neck and wrist. I looked like a cheap streetwalker. I was in a dank, drafty room illuminated by a light bulb hanging from the ceiling with a single dangling cord to turn the light off or on. I was chained to the bed bolted to the floor. There was enough length to reach the sink, but not the only door into the room. I had been taken by force, dressed in a burka, ball gagged and driven to an unknown location. I was told to be a good girl, as I had agreed to be a whore. I was in no danger but was reminded not to try to escape. I was in a brothel and will be staying for seven days making my pimp money. You might ask how I ended up in such a place, used as a sex slave. My story begins three months ago when I joined a free web site called CD Guys Who Like to Dress. I have been bisexual for ten years and have met many guys for some hot guy action. One guy asked me to put on panty hose and it excited me. Sex with him was one of my hottest experiences. Over the next few years I wore woman cloths and met guys who were admirers of panty clad guys. It was last year that I fully developed as a cross dresser. I met guys and played the part of a woman. Usually I am dressed as a woman looking like a slut or whore. I dress up for the pleasure of other persons. When I please them I feel satisfied in return. I liked the CD web site because it has a chat room, a forum for posting messages, allows a profile to be posted and provides email services. I had posted a few messages on the forum and was able to set up meeting with horny admires. I was online one evening looking for someone to meet and I got an email. "I like your profile, meet me in the chat room I want to meet you". There seemed nothing wrong with the email and I checked out the poster that had a profile name Niceguyray. I sent an email reply inviting Ray to chat. I went to the chat room and found niceguyray and the chat went like this. Niceguyray: "I liked your profile and your pictures are hot". Cindy: "I am glad you like my photographs, I love to hear guys say they like them. It makes me horny thinking that guys are getting hard looking at my pictures". Telling a guy on line that you get horny makes them horny. Niceguyray: "yes for sure I am hard looking at your pictures. You are so hot dressed up that way". His reply tells me he is horny too. Cindy: "I am mature 58, and I like to dress up to hide things like my gray hair and my spare tire". I did not want to waste my time chatting with someone till they realize I am mature and not trim and fit, and they just quit chatting. Niceguyray: "To see you dressed and hiding things just makes you sexier baby". Cindy: "Oh! You say that to all the girls". Niceguyray: "No, only to the ones those turn me on. I like your profile. Honest". Cindy: "I do not want to mislead anyone, I am not passable but with makeup on and in a dark room, on my knees in front of you, who cares?" I say these things to turn a guy on; he can picture me giving him a blowjob. Niceguyray: "your profile says you are a total bottom". My profile says 58 Bi married white total bottom, submissive and sometimes CD. I guess that covers it. I want guys to know that I am married so they can know that I like to play safe, do not want to bring home anything that I cannot explain to my wife. Total bottom means I do not top. While I have topped in the past, I just do not get hard on demand and do not want to disappoint someone who wants to be topped and I cannot get it up. I am very submissive and in any meeting between two people, one has to take the lead to dominate and the other has to follow. Being submissive does not mean I am a slave. I like to be lead when I am with someone for sex. I say I am a CD, because some guys do not like CD and, I do not want to pass a chance of meeting a guy who thinks I must dress to meet. Cindy: "Yes, I like to do things the wife or girlfriends do not do". This statement really turns guys on. Niceguyray: "What is that?" As if he did not know. He thinks he knows but just wants to hear someone say 'I like to suck and get fucked'. Cindy: "I have a hot mouth and a warm cunt. I let guys cum in my mouth and ram their cock in my anus, churning my feces with cum like pulp". Niceguyray: "BB" Cindy: "Sometimes, it depends on the guy; have to play safe you know". Niceguyray: "I understand about being safe. I am turned on by our conversation and you know what I have in my hands right now". Cindy: "oh baby, I wish I were there to help you, my clit is hard too". I refer to my cock as a clitty and when I talk to a guy saying words like 'my clit, my cunt' are a turn on for the guy. Niceguyray: "Your profile says you are submissive?" Cindy: "I am very submissive and do what the other guy likes. I do not do real pain or SCAT. I am always open to suggestions. I am not a slave and not looking for a master. Just a guy who likes to play dressed up and having some fun". The master/slave thing is not a turn on. I did it once and it took three hours of licking boots, saying no master a thousand times, getting spanked until my arse was red and hot and then I did not get to suck his cock. I am all for a little spanking but want to get laid. Niceguyray: "Have you ever been tied up?" Cindy: "Once. It was very exciting. I was blindfolded, my hands tied behind my back and hobbled with a brace between my legs keeping them apart and my clitty and cunt exposed. I was put in several positions and he used different toys, from vibrators to dildo before he deep fucked my rectum. I was tied up for hours". Actually it was only for 30 min and when the guy screwed my anus, he came very quickly, but no need to tell Ron that. Niceguyray: "Well you have me going and, oh! So horny. Can we meet"? This is a very direct question, and based on his questions so far I was not sure what Ray's interests were. Cindy: "What do you have in mind, sweetie"? Niceguyray: "I am a dominant guy and I like to meet CD. You dress like a whore or slut and I want you to be my cock sucking, cum slut, cock bitch. When we meet I will be in charge and you will do what I say when I say. Do you get that Cindy my bitch"? Cindy: "Yes sir, I understand, as long as there is no real pain or SCAT and that I am not doing the slave stuff". Niceguyray: "OK I will respect your limits Cindy my whore, but expect you to dress like a cheap slut and act as a whore." The rest of the conversation was about him and his cock and what he wanted to do. All seemed normal and was like conservations I have had with other guys. I agreed to meet on a Friday night at seven in the evening. This would allow me to get off work and grab my things, to shave, shower, put on my makeup and dress. I rented the hotel room, texting Ray the name and location. He texted back and asked if I was alone. I responded "sure" and did not think why he asked. Ron instructed me to be fully dressed when he knocked on the door. He told me as soon as we were inside, to get on my knees and he would tell me what to do. It was Seven o'clock, and there was a knock on the door. I open the door and a tall good looking man walked in, carrying a gym bag. The door closed and I got on my knees. Ray stood in front of me and unzipped his jeans. He slapped my face with his limp cock and rubbed his balls on my lips, nose and eyes. I looked up at Ray. Ray was late 30's to early 40's, six feet and under 200 lbs. He wore blue jeans and a pull over shirt with a leather jacket. Ray had tan complexion, green eyes, short brown hair and was good looking. I could see his cock was cut and had a mushroom head that was twice the diameter of his cock shaft. I was delighted at the prospect of getting buggered by such an impressive penis probing my intestine and pumping sperm upward into my stomach. As Ray entered the room he took charge. I was on my knees without being told. Ray told me that I was a good girl. He started off cock slapping my face telling me I looked like a slut and he was going to treat me like a slut. He told me to sit on the bed and put my hands behind my back. He walked around me, took out a pair of handcuffs slapped them on my wrists snug and tight. He walked around, my face looking at his belt buckle. He let his hands run over my face, neck, breast, and then to my nylon clad legs, telling me I was dressed like a whore and asked if I like to be treated like a whore. I replied that I was a good girl and asked him not to do anything naughty with me. This usually turns a guy on but Ray laughed and slapped my face with his cock saying "shut up, you stinking horny bitch". Ray reached into his gym bag and pulled a digital camera. The new model that takes hi resolution pictures and videos; He took a few pictures of m posing for him, to stick out my breast, spreading my legs. With each direction he said "bitch or slut". I am turned on with the verbal demeaning abusive words. He told me to open my mouth and close my eyes. At this point I was thinking that I was going to get a nice cock in my mouth. I was surprised when he forced a ball gag in my mouth. The ball was red and about the size of a hand ball. I had to open my mouth wide when he forced the gag in. He took more pictures. He had his cock in front of my face and took several pictures with me staring at his swollen dick. It was still not fully hard yet; but was thick and above average in size. My hands handcuffed behind my back, and ball gag stuffed in my mouth, I was helpless and wondered what he would do next. He dragged me to the center of the bed forcing me to lie down and rolled me on my stomach. He lifted my short skirt to expose my red panties. He told me only a whore would wear such red panties. With that he slapped my arse hard and I jumped with the unexpected smack. He told me not to move and smacked me again. I moved and his voice changed and warned me to lay still. He pulled my panties down to my knees exposing my arse. He reached into his gym bag and pulled out a small paddle. He showed me the paddle and told me if I was bad he would spank me. With the ball gag in my mouth all I could do was nod my head and make a sound "unhuna". He took a few more pictures, some with the self timer, so he could be in the picture. He kissed my neck, my ear lobe, while his hand was between my legs. Click, Click went the camera. I wondered if he would give me copies of the pictures. He told me that he liked to fuck a red ass, and told me that a slut like me would love that. "Unhuna" was all I could say. He paddled my arse cheeks alternately, calling me a bitch or slut or whore with each stinging delivery. The force increased until my ass was red and my eyes were tearing. My makeup was now running down my face. Ray called me "Cindy slut" and "whore bitch". This was getting painful and I was just about to say stop when he stopped. My arse was cherry red and I knew it would be black and blue the next day. Ray now removed some nylon rope from his gym bag. He removed my panties, moved my legs wide and tied to bed posts. He tied two ropes to the headboard and quickly removed the handcuffs and now my hands were restrained in front of me. Click, Click more pictures were taken and more words of humiliation. He removed my ball gag and replaced it with some sort of dental device used to hold the mouth open for dental surgery. He took some close up pictures of my face, with makeup running down from my eyes, and mouth wide open. Ray's cock was now semi hard and he was now able to put his cock in my mouth holding my head in such a way that his cock had full access to my mouth. Ron held my head sliding his cock in and out of my open mouth. Each time going in deeper and each time I could feel his club getting harder and bigger. I have sucked a lot of cock but never had I been forced like this. Click, Click more pictures. "You fucking cunt, eat my cock you fucking whore. You like sucking cock don't you Cindy slut"? I could only reply with each push is his cock in my restrained mouth, "unhuna" gag, cough, "unhuna". This mouth abuse lasted for five minutes or more. I was losing track of time because each time his cock was forced to the back of my throat I would gag, and puke. With his cock plugging my throat my stomach would heave and nothing would come out! With Ron's cock blocking my throat I was not able to breath and had to time my breathing to his motion of his cock pumping into my gob. His cock out was breath and cock in was gag. If he let his cock all the way in I got no air, and began to fell light headed losing conscious and falling into a dream like state. I was thinking as to how good things like a hard cock make me suffocate. As Ray was sliding his cock in my mouth he would hold a bottle under my nose forcing me to breath in the fumes of the poppers. I became light headed, my body was floating, and feeling heightened sexual excitement. At this point I wanted to get buggered rough and hard till I ejaculated in euphoria, and did not care about anything else. Ray removed his cloths, was now fully naked, and had a fully erect cock of over eight inches. Ray said I was a good "cock sucker" and now he will have to see how good of a "cock bitch whore" I would be. Ray took out of his gym back a vibrating dildo about the same size of his cock. He lubed my anus and slid the dildo in, a little at a time teasing me saying, "you like that Cindy bitch, take it like a whore you are feel it reach into your intestines and churn the feces pulpy enough to lube my plunger". I still had the dental restraint in my mouth but was able to say, "Uck ee, uck ee Reese". When the dildo was all the way in, Ron turned on the vibrator. Wow, I got an immediate hard on. The urge to cum happened quickly and without any jacking of my clit I came; and I came hard. I could feel my sphincter contract one, two, three times with cum squirting out of my fully erect clitty. Wow! That was most exciting. I just wanted to roll over and sleep. I did not want sex any more. I wanted Ray to stop and go away. But that would not to be. Ray took my cum from the sheets and rubbed it on my anus, telling me that I was a good slut. Ray asked "Does Cindy slut like coming like a fucking whore"? He kept the dildo in my anus, still vibrating. He turned it up a notch or two. Ray reached under my body and grabbed my now limp dick. He used my cum as lube and was jacking my cock. After cumming as hard as I did I was oh so sensitive. Each slide of his hand was sending sensations up my body that I was wincing in pain and pleasure. I said "ease top, oh, oh". Ray said I was a dirty little bitch Cumming like I did, and that he would have to teach me a lesson as he continued stroking my cock. To my surprise I got hard in his hands and the urge to cum happened suddenly and I had another massive climax. The dildo vibrating against my prostate, caused loads of spunk discharge, into his hands. Ray removed the dental restraint, rubbed my scum fluid on my face and allowed some to drip into my mouth as he held my head up. "Yea you fucking cum bitch, drink your cum". He reached down again and jacked my limp cock and continued to fuck the dildo in my arse. I have never climaxed three times in a row and did not know how long Ray would continue his tickling my prostrate. I was so sensitive that each movement on my gland sent shock waves throughout my body and I shivered at his touch. "Oh yes Cindy my dear, you are such a slut, you like cumming don't you?" I was beyond my senses, the popper, the lack of air, the constant vibrating against me prostate kept my high. After I came the third time Ray removed the vibrating dildo and told me to relax. I was still quaking from the orgasm when Ray knelt between my wide open legs, bent over and pushed his hard cock into cum lubed anal cunt. He seemed to take pleasure in pushing all of his cock into my cunt and pausing long enough to say "Take that you whore, Cindy is a good whore, you fucking slut". I did not take offence to his words. They seemed more like words of endearment. Ray's cock was pushing past my prostate and deep into my intestines and I had another hard on in a few minutes. I was so lubed up that his cock would slide in and out without and friction, my hole was relaxed. I know I felt just like a woman's pussy to him. Every time his mushroom head passed up and down my rectal curve, I saw stars of pleasure twinkle in my brain. I wanted to let him know that I liked the feeling of his cock in me so each time Ray would pull his cock out I would tighten up my cunt giving a little resistance to his push. Each push in I could feel a little pop as Ray's cock head would enter my now tight cunt. I would then relax allowing him full access to my warm wet cunt. He would moan when I tighten up and would tell me "That is a good whore" as he started pounding me harder. The clap of his balls slapping my arse; the bed bouncing against the wall; a little moan on each thrust of his large cock; I had to let it out in a little whisper. "Fuck me Ray. Make me cum Ray. I want you to cum in my cunt Ray". He must have like what I said because he arched his back, pushed one last time, and squirted one, two, three times and flooded my rectal cavity, slushy and warm. I could feel his thick viscous man juice flowing deep inside me. Ray collapsed on top of me with his cock buried to the hilt in my poop chute. He whispered in my ear, "You are a very good bitch Cindy. You are going to be my whore. I want to fuck your shit hole till it is worn out of all skin". I was out of my senses losing control. Ray was saying something to me and I was nodding yes, yes. He was saying something about me being his whore to be used and that he would find guys to fuck me and he would make a lot of money having guys use my body as they pleased. He asked if I would like that and in my condition I replied, "Yes, yes". He said "Good" as his cock slid out of my abused cunt. I was lying there till it tided down but was able to catch my breath. I rested my head on the pillow and was vaguely aware of what happened next. Ray asked me where my cell phone was, and I nodded it was in my hand bag on the dresser. He took out my cell phone and started to write down names and phone numbers. When he finished, he returned to the bed. He took the camera, set it to play the pictures he has taken. It showed digital pictures of me tied up, dressed as a woman, sucking his cock. Ray's face was not shown but my face was clearly visible. Ray whispered in my ear, "You are going to be my whore for the next week, and if you do not agree I will post these pictures on the net for all your friends to see. Do you understand"? "What are you talking about"? I replied. Ray took out a sheet of paper. He said this was a contract for my services as an escort. He filled in my name which he got from my driver license from my wallet. He told me to sign it. I asked if he was serious and he said, "Cindy my dear, you are going to be whore for a week. During that week you will be well treated but you cannot try to leave. You will work from 2 pm to 2 am with breaks to clean and lube up your man hole and to eat, but every hour you will make yourself available for sodomy and felatio. You will remain dressed as a CD slut and you will work as a bitch whore. The Brothel will do all the bookings for you and collect the money from the Johns. The brothel will get 25%, I will get 25% and you would make 50% minus any costs for food and supplies. Is that clear Cindy my cunt whore"? Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction I said, "Ray you must be fucking crazy, untie me now". Ray responded that it did not matter whether I agreed or not. He reminded me of the pictures and that he had all my contacts from my cell phone. He told me that I was a very sexy CD and that there is a need at the brothel for a sexy whore like me. He then left to use the bathroom and told me to think about it. I was tied up, dressed as a woman, being told by a stranger that I have met in a motel room I would be his whore. I was being told I would be a whore for a week in a brothel. I was being blackmailed with pictures of me dressed as a CD, sucking a cock. To say 'no' would cause my pictures to be sent to my family and friends. I could hear Ray pissing in the bathroom. He asked if I had thought about his offer. I replied "OK, if I do this I need to know if I will be safe". Ray said from the bathroom "You will be safe as long as you do not try to leave". Ray returned and I asked, "What are the limits of the people I meet?" He said they would make sure there were no real pains and no SCAT besides that I have to cater to the needs of the Johns. He told me that there was a real interest in a CD whore especially for someone with my talents for giving oral and being an accommodative resilient anus bottom. Ray told me that he would advertise on the internet and say that I was discovered by my wife dressing up as a woman. My wife wanted to teach me a lesson and is making me work as a CD whore. Ray said I would meet up to six guys for one hour of work with each. Giving a guy oral would be 50 pounds. Giving oral to a guy then having him fuck my ass would be 100 pounds. A group of six guys for Cuming on my face or body will be 300 pounds. If the group was to gangbang me it would be 600 pounds. The typical Johns will be from all races that have an interest in having sex with a white guy. Black guys and Asian also are on the list of guys using the services of the brothel. While I do not like to be forced I am very submissive and to get paid for sex has always been fantasy of mine. What choice did I have? I signed the contract to be an escort for Ray for one week, starting now. Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction "Oh no...with what you just gave me...I'm going to take my time with you, Mi...I'm going to make every scream last for a very...long...time." The words seemed to eviscerate a physical reaction from her, and I could feel the warmth and heat from her pussy as it flooded with juice. She cried out and kissed me harder as she rocked against me, moaning and groaning the whole time, especially when the head of my cock dragged over her little clit. Over and over she ground herself against the length of my cock. I could feel every ridge...every vein...every single wrinkle in the skin of my cock, as she slid herself up against me, over and over. Milissa cried out, loudly, her moan echoing around the room as she slid the shaft of my prick between her engorged pussy lips. Time passed inexorably slow, causing the feelings to drag on and on until I couldn't take it any more. Leaning up I grabbed Milissa by the shoulders and rolled her onto her back, crawling slowly down her body...taking her nipples into my mouth and sucking on them long and hard...rolling the soft, sensitive nubs with my tongue as I ran my hand over her sopping wet cunt. "Chance...please..." She begged...but I was determined to do exactly what I said...to tease her until she just couldn't take it any more. Slowly but surely I lower my mouth down over her steamy cunt and ran my tongue along the length of her slit. A low moan passed her lips as she grabbed hold of my hair, wrapping her fingers in the still wet locks of blonde as she pulled me hard against her pussy. I tongue fucked her as best I could for a few moments before switching my tongue for my fingers and focusing my attentions on her erect clit. Circling nimbly back and forth over it, I rolled my tongue against her for just a moment before dodging away to her creamy thighs. She moaned and her body jumped, as I bit down on the soft flesh, burying my teeth into the tasty flesh of her thighs, as my fingers danced to their own tune inside her. Her grip on my hair tightened even more as I pulled away from her thigh and returned my attention to her waiting pussy. I couldn't get enough of her taste, and I dove in tongue first again, sliding it between my fingers as I spread her wide open to receive my tongue again. "CHANCE!" She screamed out as my tongue found its mark inside her. I ran my tongue along her insides as I dragged it back up and over her clit again. An orgasm seemed to dredge itself up from somewhere deep inside her as her pussy spasmed around my fingers. Time and again, it clenched, tighter and tighter each time as the juice was squeezed out. I lapped at her as if I'd not had a drink in days and her pussy juice was the one thing that could save me. "More...more..." She cried, her hands on the brink of ripping out the hair on my head. She twisted and thrashed about underneath me, thighs clamped around my head as wave after wave of orgasm wracked her body. When she finally let me up for air, I gasped quietly and lay against her for a moment, my head resting between the mounds of her breasts. If for no other reason than to catch my breath, but Milissa wasn't having it. She was on a roll now and I'll be damned if she didn't look inclined to fuck me to death. Milissa grabbed me under the arms and hauled me up against her, kissing me full on the lips, moaning as she tasted the juice of he own cunt on my tongue. She threw me off of her and mounted me with a look, which warned of any attempts to stop her. Mi reached between her legs and took a firm hold of my painfully hard cock and shoved it deep into her cunt without so much as waiting for breath. I watched without breathing as she lowered herself, inch by inch onto my cock. For some reason I was fascinated by the sight of my hard prick disappearing into her pussy. I groaned as I felt myself sliding deeper. She did it painfully slowly, and my cock was so hard and swollen I thought I would burst at any second. Finally I reached the back wall of her pussy, and she ground the soft skin of her shaved cunt against my body. She cooed with pleasure at the feeling and bent down to whisper in my ear. "God...it feels so good...so deep..." She swiveled her hips, pushing herself down on me, pressing my cock deep inside herself. Milissa bit down on my shoulder, digging her teeth into the flush as I arched myself against her, lifting my hips, and consequently her into the air as she cried out. Milissa grabbed me by the shoulders and forced me back down onto the bed. "No more games, no more teasing...fuck me. N.O.W." "Like I said before...who I am to refuse such a request?" This time I did more than just lift my hips up off of the bed. I grabbed her by the hair pulling her head back as I kissed and sucked at her neck as I lifted her up into the air and carried her across the room, impaled on my cock. I shoved her up against the wall roughly, causing her to cry out in a tantalizing mix of pain and pleasure. Over and over I fucked her against the wall, banging her pussy harder and harder with each passing stroke. Her cries got louder, elevating into the long, loud, echoing screams of pleasure that only a woman being soundly fucked can give. Her pussy clenched and dragged at my cock, desperately trying to milk me for all I was worth. I could feel the walls of her cunt pulsating and spasming as she came over and over again, but I couldn't stop anymore...I had to cum... "I'm gonna cum again, Mi..." "Cum on then...fuck me...harder! Come on...deep in...side...me..." Her own orgasm choked off the words as I started to spray my load deep into her hot pussy. Over and over again, I slammed her into the wall, shooting each jet of cum deeper than the last, until finally, knees weakening, I turned from the wall and collapsed back on the bed, my still hard cock bouncing inside her as I fell back. "My god..." She moaned... "I've never been fucked like that...never has it been so...good" She shivered as her mind recalled all the sensations that had gone through her in the last hour. "You better not plan on making this a one time thing..." She demanded as she bumped against me again. "Ohhhh no...no way am I giving that up." When my cock finally softened enough to slide out of her pussy, I lay there, curled up with her for a few moments before something occurred to me. "Whatever happened to the rest of them, anyways?"