1 comments/ 64958 views/ 5 favorites A New Me By: kinkygirl Things have changed a little within me since my experience on New Years Eve. I guess that night has altered the way I view both men and myself. Not being the shy, retiring type I have always been a little wild, but now I am seeing life in a different light. I no longer think of going out purely as a means to socialise, but as a way of picking up men. Although not as stunning as some, I have never had trouble finding a guy. My figure is in good shape which is a start, because with men being as shallow as they are all they ever want is a nice pair of breasts. And if you have good legs like mine in a short skirt it is easy to get most men. This story is from when I went to Chester with the usual group of girlfriends a few weeks ago. Saturday nights have become a regular session lately, in more ways than one. We start off in a few of the trendy bars, doing a bit of a pub crawl as we get a little pissed, but always ending up in our favourite bar for the last few hours. I had bough a very sexy, low-cut black dress in the sales and a killer pair of heels. They really make my legs look great, lengthening my calf muscles and adding a few extra inches to my height. I am only 5'6" but they bring me up to about 5'9". After doing a few different Vodka shots earlier I decided to switch to water as I prefer to be in control after my previous experience. After all, what's the point of having a hot session and not be able to remember it? There was a really cute guy at the bar checking me out so I decided to give him the opportunity to speak to me away from my girlfriends who can be a bit intimidating. Letting them know I was leaving them I smiled at him as I approached the bar, and squeezed between him and the guy to his left. Ordering my drink I noticed his was nearly empty so I asked him if I should order one for him. He looked a little surprised but said, "Yes please, but only if you let me pay for them both?" "You can get the next ones," I said. I gave him the chance to have a better look at my cleavage by turning to look for my friends. I waved to them to let them know I had pulled, which made my breasts jiggle just inches from his face. I knew he was looking down at them as I could feel his warm breath on them. We made small talk for about 10 minutes, and I made sure he knew I was interested by making as much physical contact as I could, brushing his arm, moving a hair from his face, rubbing up to him if someone needed to get to the bar. Just then a lad came up to him, asking him where their round of drinks had got to. "Sorry, I have been a bit busy talking" he explained. Apparently he was out with 3 other lads and had got distracted talking to me instead of buying their drinks. I said, "Why don't we go find your other friends?" He paid for the round and we walked over to a booth in the back of the bar. It was darker over there but just as loud, and I squeezed in first with my "date" next to me. We made our introductions and I could feel all of them eyeing me up. It made me feel wanted and quite a bit horny. I held my bottle of water against my breasts so that the cold condensation trickled down my cleavage. This wasn't lost on any of them, they were all staring at my boobs in the low cut dress. I put my hand on his thigh and began to rub it gently as I raised the bottle to my lips and drank. I couldn't resist moving higher till my hand brushed against his cock. I felt it stir in his pants. I made a real show of licking my lips and flicking out my tongue to get a drop of water from the lip of the bottle. I could feel my thong getting wet as my pussy moistened, and I lent to whisper in his ear. "Do you think your friends will mind if I suck you off in front of them?" He almost chocked on his beer, his friends laughing at him as they hadn't heard what I said. He looked at them and told them they wouldn't be laughing in a minute. All he said to me was "Go for it". My hand found the buttons on his jeans and I pulled them open. All around us the music was pounding, people were talking loudly, laughter could be heard from a group of people nearby, but no one at our table made a sound as I reached into his boxers and freed his hard cock. It looked beautiful. A drop of pre-cum had formed on the end which I spread around the tip of his cock with my thumb. Grasping his cock firmly I began to stroke it right there in the bar, feeling it grow harder and throb to my touch. I slipped my free hand inside my dress and began to play with my nipple, pulling on it also until it stood firm. Lowering a spaghetti strap on my dress I exposed my erect nipple to them all, and bent over so I could rub the tip of his cock against it. More pre-cum was dripping from his lovely cock all over my nipple, so I lowered my head and lifted my boob to my mouth. Licking my nipple I got my first taste of his cum, but now I wanted, needed more. I aimed his cock to my lips and took him into my mouth as I looked right at his friends. They had a look of pure lust on their faces as I sucked on the lovely thick cock. My hand was wanking his shaft as I sucked harder on it, my breast still exposed. He was moaning now and telling me how good it felt, and I knew he wouldn't last much longer. His hand was holding my hair. I knew what he wanted, so I gave it to him. I let go of his cock with my hand and took him deeper into my mouth until it was touching the back of my throat. Working up a steady rhythm I started to take as much of him as I could. I can't deep throat but I took what I could without making me gag. It was obviously good enough because I felt his grip on my hair tighten and his hips started thrusting. Sucking harder now, faster, I felt him go rigid as the first jet of cum hit the back of my mouth, followed by another spurt, then another. It flooded my mouth and I swallowed what I could, but a few large drops spilled out and onto my breast. I sucked his cock until I had every last drop, then flicked my tongue out to lap at my boob. I sat up and straightened my clothing as he put his cock back in his jeans. His friends looked speechless, so I just winked at them and said, "Who's buying the next round?" A New Me... This story is completely true. I hope you enjoy it because I have been dying to write it for almost 4 years now! Hi, my name is Ashley. At the time of writing this story I am a 24 year old crossdresser living full time as a woman. It wasn't always like this however...so let me tell you about how it all began. Chapter 1: The beginning, and going out. Flash back 10 years when I had just turned 18 years old and had just been accepted into the University of Vermont. I was ecstatic because this was my reach school (I wasn't all that smart book wise) and it was the school that my sister Elizabeth (20, a junior) was already attending. My sister and I were as close as you can get sibling wise. She was always there for me during high school and would always help me out when kids at school would pick on me. I wasn't the biggest kid...I was only 5' 5" and weighed about 135 pounds. I had also never really quite hit puberty and didn't grow much hair on my body, especially in my face. I was also into heavy grunge music and wanted to emulate some of that 90's look with kind of longish hair that fell to shoulder length. (brunette). This caused me to become kind of introverted. I didn't really have many friends, and because of that, it caused my sister to take me under her wing so to speak. She was beautiful. She was the exact same size as me. Actually, her body looked a lot like mine except that she had size C breasts and blonde hair. She was a very popular girl when we were in high school. She had a lot of boyfriends and was a cheerleader in high school and at Vermont. She also has a killer butt, which we both share, as well as hips...(something that was always very awkward for me as a boy). Being so close, we did a lot of things together. She also had really cool friends in high school which would always accept me into their hang outs at home and stuff. They would talk about all sorts of girly things...boys, shopping, school, and even sex. This had an affect on me throughout my entire life. You see...my sister didn't know this, but when she would go out with her friends I would try on all sorts of her clothing. My favorite and first parts of her clothing were her underwear. From a very young age (12) I had put on her panties and would wear them under my clothes whenever I had the chance. When she got older she kept getting sexier and sexier undergarments, and I would keep evolving into wearing more and more of her clothing. Not just the underwear, but the bras, the shirts, the pants, the dresses, and the heels. I eventually would start wearing her make up too. But back to the story! So I had just moved into U of V. I had gotten a single dorm like I had requested and had unpacked everything and set up my room. My parents had put everything away for me and helped set up my room and were now leaving. I had brought a special bag with just a few pairs of my sister's thongs that I tucked away under my bed without them noticing. When they left, we had some stupid meeting with our Resident Assistant in the hallway where we had to say our names and stuff. After the meeting, my neighbor to the right of me came in and greeted me. His name was Paul. He was huge! He stood at about 6'4" and had muscles everywhere. He told me that he played for the hockey team and that he was actually 20 because he had gone to prep school for hockey but was also a freshman. I said hi to him and we talked for a bit but realized that we didn't have much in common so he left. Finally! I thought to myself as I went under my bed to grab the bag of underwear I had stowed there. I was in such a rush that I had forgot to lock the door as I went into the bag and grabbed one of my favorite thongs. I had stolen so many of my sister's underwear by this time I had no clue how she had not noticed. It was a pink and black thong with ruffles along the top and a tie string in the back above the butt. The front had pink flowers and was made of a sort of stretchy mesh material that was see through. I pulled down my shorts and boxers and slid it up my legs. I was a heavy masterbater, and it made my balls very small...which went well with my penis size which was roughly a solid 4" when hard. Because of this I never tucked, and just kept my soft penis and balls in the encasing of the thong. I looked back at myself in the full length mirror on the door and admired my ass. At this time in my life I had never considered my sexual orientation. I would masturbate to all sorts of pornography. Shemale, crossdresser, straight, gay, whichever i was feeling at the time. But I had no inclination towards any gender. I just liked looking like a girl, and would envy girls daily. I had shaved before leaving for school and was completely hairless except for my head and eyebrows. I was also a heavy pre-cummer, and some was already leaking into the thong just looking at my wonderful full bubble butt. Just then, the door knob started turning and I was frozen with fear...Who could this be? Not an RA please! Not my parents! Not Paul! It was neither...In the door frame stood my sister...holding a case of beer. For a second we just started at each other. My head turned over my shoulder at her, with my ass in clear view encased in her black and pink thong. Her standing there with the 30 rack in a skirt, black tights, tan boots, and a white sweatshirt. Then we both moved at once. I turned around and covered my self up while she hurried in and closed the door. "I...I can explain!" I tried to get out. "ALEX!" she screamed, then quietly "What the hell are you wearing! Are those my panties?!" "Y...yes..." I started crying "I'm so...so sorry!" I put my head into my hands and cried. "Little brother, don't be sorry. You honestly don't think that I didn't notice that every time I bought new underwear they were stretched in the crotch? That they would go missing for weeks at a time just to magically appear washed and in my dresser drawer again?" "You mean...you've known this whole time?" I asked through sobs. "Of course I have! I've been waiting ages for you to tell me! Are you gay? Do you like boys? Why do you do it?!" So we started talking. I told her all about it. How I had the figure of a teenage girl. How I was always so envious of her life. How I was constantly picked on and just wanted to look just like her and hang out with her and her friends because my life sucked. "You know what little bro, I think that I can help you out with something if you want to go along with it...." "What do you mean?" "Well...you see I haven't really told my friends that my sibling was coming to this school yet. You haven't always been really sociable with people, and I just didn't want to mess anything up with them. I had trouble making friends here, and I didn't want to show them my kid brother who doesn't like talking to anyone. But now that I know why you were like this...I want to help you out." "How?" "What do you say...you become my sister?" "How would that work! I have to take classes as Alex! I got accepted here as a boy!" "Oh I know, don't worry about that. You can take all of your classes as a boy, but when you come hang out with me, and my friends, you will be my sister. Ashley." "I...I don't know, it seems kind of risky." "Nonsense. Come to my apartment tonight. And wear those panties hehe." ******* For the rest of the day I was extremely nervous/excited. I wasted time by watching TV and playing some video games in my dorm until the clock rolled around to 6pm and I made my way over to her apartment. I was wearing the black and pink thong like she requested underneath my jeans. I rang the buzzer and she buzzed me in and told me to come up. I got up the stairs and knocked on her door. She let me in. Her apartment was a single like mine. It was a large studio type apartment. It had a kitchen and a living room and a bed all in the same big room. It also had a bathroom and a closet attached to it next to the bed. "How's my little bro...sister!? Nervous?!" "You have no idea..." "Don't be, this is going to be a great night! We are going to go out to a party with some of my friends. It gets pretty wild here on the first night of the semester." "Yipee..." I said unenthusiastically. My sister was already dressed. She had a short purple dress on. It had ruffles at the hem of the dress, and was tight to her body. Her hair was up in a type of loose bun, and her make up and nails were also a light shade of purple. Her heels were black, and were huge. She liked to wear big heels. They were about 4" big with a 1" platform. She looked hot! "Stop looking at me like that weirdo! You're creeping me out. You are going to look just like this...but hotter! All the boys are going to want to get with you tonight!" She laughed at me with a wink. "I don't want that! I just want to have some fun for a few hours with you and your friends and sleep here and go home!" "Ha! Not if I get lucky tonight you aren't sis...you will be going back to your room!" "Ew!!! Please don't talk about your boyfriends in front of me." "Come on sis, all girls talk about their boys. Even one night stands. Now come on, let's get you ready. Strip!" I took off my pants and shirt and stood there in the black and pink thong...already leaking pre-cum in anticipation. I instinctively lowered my hands to cover my small bulge. "No need sis, we will both be seeing each other getting ready from now on, so it's only a matter of time. Plus your small penis is cute...it's perfect for a girl...who has a penis," she laughed again. I was beat red but did as she said. I stood there awkwardly with my hands to the side as my sister looked over my body. "Well it looks like my sister knows how to shave herself...let's get to work on your nails and make up." I showered and returned to her with a towel on my hair and the pink and black thong on. She had me sit down at the table and she got out some nail polish. She painted my fingernails first. A bright shade of pink. Than she went to my toenails. She did a french pedicure, and they looked sexy...precum was leaking into my panties once again....Next she moved to my face, where she went to work with all sorts of make up that I had no clue what was going on. She blow dried my hair and than straightened it and curled it into some wavy curls that hung by the side of my face. She then got out some tweezers and worked on my eyebrows. I knew now that everything that she had just done could be reversed, but shaping my eyebrows was permanent. I was really in for the long haul... When that was all done she had me get up and go over to her closet. She got out a black bra that had lace on the cups. From there she opened up a box of breast forms ("Bought these for this occasion today hehe") and put them in the cups, giving me a real feel on my chest. Next she pulled out a black dress. Much like her own in that it was short. I pulled it over my head. It came down to about mid thigh, barely covering my butt. It had ruffles on the sleeves, and a very revealing bust line. Than she pulled out a pair of pink heels. They were 4" with a 1" platform, just like her own, and had a bow in the back, just above the heel. "Holy shit sis!" Liz squeeled, "You look hotter than all of my friends!" She turned me around and faced me to the full length mirror on her bathroom door. What I saw completely shocked me. It wasn't me anymore...it was a hot freshman college girl, standing there looking completely shocked. My make up and freckles were perfect. I had a light shade of pink that matched my nails and heels. My lips were painted with a bright pink lip gloss. I twirled around. My ass was amazing. Like super-model amazing. The heels had pushed it back and up, and it was framed perfectly by the dress. I was getting hard, and precum was leaking, no, flowing into my panties now as I became rock hard. "I...I don't know what to say...thanks Liz..." I said in astonishment. "Don't thank me, you look amazing! Now let's practice some walking, and work on that voice of yours!" So I started walking around the room working on practicing to move my hips and my voice to become slightly higher pitched. I got it down in no time, and we were ready to go! We walked into the cool autumn air, and were heading to pick up 3 of Liz's friends and head to the party. "So where are we going tonight?" I asked in my new girlish voice nervously. "To the hockey house of course, that is where the biggest and best parties are thrown here at UVM. They have the hottest guys there too...you're going to LOVE it!" "Liz, I told you I don't want to get with guys! I am straight, I just like the clothes girls wear..." "Ok sis, suit yourself, but good luck fending off the guys tonight!" So we got to my sister's friend's apartment and went upstairs to get the other 3 girls. Amanda, Kristen, and Sara were their names, and they looked just about as hot as we did. They were all wearing the same sorts of clothes we were, with slutty heels, and short dressed. We exchanged hellos, and I was very nervous saying hi and getting introduced as my sister's sister. It was weird... We started to take some shots to "pregame" the party and I started to get more and more buzzed. This was my first time drinking, and I was loving the feeling. All my anti-social behavior that I was used to was going away, and I was talking and acting as girlish as possible. I was doing a good job too, because her friends were loving me. They kept saying how they were so excited to have a new friend come to the parties with us and loved that I was so fun. So after we took about 4 shots each we all got ready and started to walk to the hockey house. My feet were killing me, being the first time I was ever wearing heels, let alone monstrous ones like these. We approached the house, and from the outside I could already tell this was the place to be. It was so loud from the outside and there were a bunch of people already outside and noticeably drunk. People were playing dizzy bat and beer pong, and most of them were older, looking like Juniors and Seniors. My nerves started to come back to me, and I was extremely nervous that someone would notice that I was a guy. But that quickly went away as we entered the house and 3 guys migrated towards us and started some conversation. My sister deflected their comments and moved us deeper into the house. "Hey Ryan!" Liz shouted over the music to a guy about 6'1" With huge muscles and black hair. "Liz! I'm so glad you came! And who is this?!" The guy said as he tilted his head towards me. "This is my sister, Ashley! She is a freshmen, and this is her first time out, and first time drunk too hehe." "Well Ashley, nice to meet you...I hope you have fun tonight. There are some freshmen kids here on our team. They are already pretty trashed though considering we had our hockey initiation tonight." Just then to my left a hulking guy came over and through his arm around me and my sister. I looked up and then my face went white with terror. There stood Paul, one arm around my neck, the other around my sister's. "What up Paul," said Ryan "looks like we have a new girl for you to meet...Paul meet Ashley. Ashley, Paul. "Hey sexy," he breathed on me with an intense smell of alcohol, while also pinching my ass. "Hey," I said in my quietest girlish voice... But that pinch did something to me. Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was just my own feelings towards guys...but I got rock hard in my panties. It was like a turning point in my own head...something just...went off. My sister looked down and noticed the tiny bulge, instantly grabbed me and pulled me to the side. "Sis, relax. Looks like someone does want to be hit on boys tonight! Ryan is this kid I had been with last year. We were kind of...fuck buddies. All the hockey kids are extremely built, and the best lays on campus...but are really rough. I don't want you to do something you don't want to get messed up in, or hurt." "Liz, I'll be fine!" I giggled at her, "I just want to have some fun!" "Ok...but be careful," She said worried. With that I sexily walked over to Paul, and grabbed his hand. "Do you have some more alcohol?" I asked sheepishly. "Yes...yes I do, come up to Ryan's room, that is where my beers are," he slurred back to me. So he took me by the hand and led me upstairs, with the sounds of woooo coming from his friends. He led me up into Ryan's room and shut the door behind him. He went behind his desk and grabbed 4 beers, and a funnel. "You ever done this before?" He asked me. "No, never!" "Well come on, it's easy." He poured 2 beers into the funnel and stopped it at the nozzle. When all the foam was cleared away he said, "Get on your knees, and put this end in your mouth." So I knelt down on the floor, my sexy bubble butt resting against the spiked heels and put the nozzle in my mouth. The beer came flooding into my mouth and I managed to swallow it all. "Mmmm, that looked hot," Said Paul. "What?" I said taken aback. "You just looked hot...sucking on that hose..." Paul said, stroking the unmistakable outline of a giant penis in his jeans. I don't know what came over me, I was extremely hard and leaking precum again, as I moved towards Paul, looked up and kissed him on the lips! The strong smell of beer and other alcohol invaded my mouth as well as his tongue. I had never been kissed before, and it was so weird that it was a guy! He was rough, and sloppy. I was just letting him force his way into my mouth as much as he could get to. As we were making out, he was moving his hands down to my ass and rubbing and grabbing it. Pulling my cheeks apart and smacking it from time to time. I was so horny, but staying far enough away from him that my own penis would not rub his gigantic one. I started to move my hand over it. It must of been at least 8" and very thick...then he broke our make out session. "I'm very drunk Ashley...I don't want to do something you don't want to do, I can't risk being kicked off the hockey team if you thought I was raping you or anything." "Shhh, just keep going, you're not doing anything wrong...I'm so wet..." And I was...i was leaking precum so much into my panties it had to be leaking onto the floor by now... "Ok cool, then bend over." he said abruptly. I was so nervous now...he couldn't know my secret! Thinking fast the first thing I said was "I'm on my period!" "Oh thats cool, we will do it in the ass then...are you cool with that?" "Do I have a choice?" I winked at him. "It will be my first time though..." "Mine too...but don't tell the guys, they think I'm a ladies man haha" With that I spun around, walked over to the couch moving my hips seductively, and laid over the couch arm with my ass in the air, making sure to squish my bulge into the arm to not let it be seen. Paul moved behind me, already taking off his pants and lining up his cock with my waiting hole. He hooked his finger into my thong, and pulled it over to the side. "Mmmm you have such a tight little hole and a great ass Ashley." "Thanks hehe! Hurry up I'm so horny! But go slow!" I said not really making sense in lust and drunkedness. Paul put his finger into his mouth and sucked on it. He added one finger to my hole, and then a second quickly followed. It hurt at first, but he was slow and gentle, moving eventually three fingers into my waiting hole and pumping in and out slowly. Girly little moans escaped my mouth as his fingers fucked my virgin boy pussy. "Are you ready Ashley?" "Yes...sexy," I said in between moans. Paul pulled his fingers from my hole and moved his huge penis head to my waiting now slightly loosened hole. He then pushed a tiny bit and I felt what felt like fire on the entrance to my ass. It felt like a mack truck was trying to enter my body, but slowly, inch by inch he worked his way in. Stopping every other inch and letting it rest there before all 8 huge inches was filling my insides. A New Me... Oh shit I thought in my head, I forgot to ask him to use a condom! He stopped there...and there I was, bent over the couch, filled with a hockey player's huge unprotected meat, feeling extremely girly and used...and loving every second of it. I looked over my shoulder with my teeth biting my lower lip. "Fuck me handsome." He needed no other encouragement as he started to thrust in and out of my once tight hole. The first few strokes hurt like hell, but as he started to quicken his pace, the hurt was replaced with pure ecstasy. I was now audibly moaning in ecstasy and leaking precum onto the couch. Each hard thrust was pushing against my g-spot and causing me to shudder. He had his hands on my hips, and my hands were stretched out in front of me on the couch. My moans were getting increasingly louder, and his cock increasingly harder and bigger. I knew any second now he was going to fill me up with his semen... And then it happened...just as his raised his head back and yelled "I'm cumming!" I squealed "I am too!" As my panties exploded with cum, my ass was assaulted with wave upon wave of hot sticky cum from Paul. He pushed his penis as deep as he could inside me and held me there...just letting it pump countless times. When he finally moved it back slowly and out of my hole, my hole felt wide open and completely used, but the semen was shot so deep it didn't come out right away. Paul quickly moved my thong over my hole and back into my crack and patted me on the ass. "This way you'll have a little bit of me still inside you for a few days," he said with a laugh. I smiled at him, but continued to lay there in completely afterglow. My own panties were destroyed by my cum, but thankfully I maneuvered the dress back in place and over my panties so he couldn't see it. I now had cum welled up in crotch, and when I stood up I could feel the liter of Paul's semen in my own ass. I teetered a bit on the heels and walked over to Paul. My ass was noticeably sore, and it hurt to walk. I kissed him on the cheek, and said "I better go get my sister, she may be worried." He agreed and we went back to the party. I found my sister sitting on Ryan's lap, both of them smiled at us as we approached. Me, walking a little bowlegged at the side of Paul, his arm around me. "I'd know that walk anywhere, hehe," giggled LIz. "Had a good time did you?" "Not funny sis! We just talked!" "Sureeeeeee," said Ryan, giving Paul a highfive. "Can we go now?" I asked my sister, after being completely sobered up by my anal assault. "Yes, I was just trying to find you but I noticed the door was locked so I didn't intrude. I'll get the girls and we will head out, bye Ryan!" Liz said as she kissed Ryan on the cheek. "Cya babe," Ryan said, playfully slapping Liz's butt. She gathered up the girls and we headed back to apartment. I was extremely tired and sore. Not just in my ass but my feet too. We were all still pretty buzzed and giggling like only girls could do as we walked back talking about the night. "So how was it sis?" Liz asked winking at me. "Um...I thought girls didn't talk about it like that?" "Oh now we do," Sara said, "How big was his cock!?" "Like 8", and really thick! My butt hurts a lot!" I giggled. We reached the apartment stairs and I went up first. As I was walking, some cum leaked through the thong and down the inside of my leg. "Ewww Ash, you didn't use a condom?! You're going to get pregnant!" Said Kristen. "No I'm not! He put it in my butt hehe." "Gotta love freshmen year," Said Liz with a smile. To be continued... A New Meaning for Compliance I cannot believe it has been three years since my horrendous ordeal with our IT guy. I have only ever told my closest friend about the event and thankfully she helped me get through it, but I still shiver when I think about it and thanks to Literotica I am now able to share this story without feeling violated. My morning routine has been the same for many years. I roll out of bed into my spandex at 5 am. I drive to the gym where I conquer the elliptical rider for 30 minutes and then head to the office. I usually arrive at 6, which gives me ample time to shower, change and enjoy my smoothie. The shower is not private, but I am always the only one there at that time and have never had a problem. I apply my makeup and blow my hair and dress in the change room, but sometimes, as a bit of a thrill, I walk the twenty or so steps in the nude to my office and change there. The shower was installed thrifty years ago by my boss after he had divorced his wife and spent many long hours at work. Now I am the only one who uses it and as controller and second in charge no one questions it. It was early spring, three years ago and again I followed my morning ritual. When I stepped from the shower stall into the change area I suddenly froze. Standing there, blatantly staring at my nakedness, was Alec, our It guy. To this day I can still visualize the lecherous expression on his face as his eyes travelled from my breasts to my thighs, resting briefly on the parts in between. I shrieked and grabbed my towel, which I held in front of me. I yelled and told him to get out. He smiled and slowly walked away. I shook from fright and felt violated by this disgusting act of voyeurism. Do not misunderstand me. I am not prudish and have become aroused when being stared at when I'm in a bathing suit or nearly nude, but that day I was caught off guard by a mid-fifty year old, overweight, unshaven slob, who compromised my safety. I quickly dressed and hurried back to my office where I closed the door. I sipped my steaming coffee and sighed, but a moment later a knock on my door caused me to jump in my chair. It was Alec and I felt fear race through my body. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked. Alec looked and again I saw the same sneer come to his lips. "I want to show you something," he simply said. I looked at his hand as he held up a thumb drive. Confused, I asked what it was and he handed it to me. I placed it into my computer and after a moment the colour drained from my face, as I was confronted by dozens of compromising photos of myself. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I stared at the photos, confused why they would be in Alec's possession. "Where did you get these?" I simply asked. "From your laptop," Alec responded. "That's my own, personal laptop. You have no right to access it. When did you take it?" "A few days ago, while you were in a meeting, but none of that matters." He paused a moment. "I just wanted to tell you that you look great in the pics." I was embarrassed and ashamed. I have several hundred photos of myself, mostly nude and many with friends and acquaintances with whom I have had sexual encounters. I model regularly for a photo class and many students have sent me pictures. All I could do was stare in awe at the man on the other side of my desk who stood smiling at my situation. ""What do you want?" were the only words I could utter. "Don't worry, Mrs. Douglas, I would never show these to anyone." He paused. “Maybe tomorrow I could watch you shower." he smiled and left, telling me to keep the thumb drive, as he had another. I felt sick at what had just happened. I had never liked Alec and had suggested we fire him upon several occasions, but that has all changed, because of a simple mistake, which I made. I cursed myself at my stupidity. I had meant to delete the photos from my laptop for this very reason. I looked at them again and felt sicker as I realized how damaging they would be. Some even bored on illegality and I knew if anyone at work saw them my 38 year old career would be at an end. The next morning I skipped the gym and went right to the office. I did not have a plan and simply removed my spandex and stepped into the shower. At one point I thought it had all been a dream, but that idea quickly vanished when I stepped from the shower stall and saw Alec leaning against a wall staring. I felt cheapened as his gaze travelled my body. “You have great tits," he said as he stared at my breasts. I am quite proud of my body, not because I am vain, but because I work very hard to keep it looking as fit as possible. Although I was 55 at the time of this encounter, my breasts were still firm, even though they had sagged slightly from a C to a D cup. They were still 36 inches around and my tummy had remained flat. I had a few cellulite lines on my buttocks but fortunately, mostly due to the elliptical rider, my butt had remained firm. I know by constant stares when I wear tight fitting clothes or small bikinis on vacation, that I can still turn heads. After a few minutes, Alec left and I dried off and dressed. As the day wore on I thought less of the event. I was surprised when the next morning Alec was not there. Perhaps he had experienced a change of heart or maybe he thought his extortion was a little too dangerous, but all that vanished when, on the third morning, as I was about to enter the shower, not only was he standing there, but his penis was exposed and he was stroking himself, as he watched me stand naked in front of him. I did not know what to do and it must have been obvious for he smiled and told me to go ahead and shower, making sure I carefully washed 'certain' bits. I did as I was told soaping my breasts and vaginal area as I glanced at this pervert masturbating to my nudity. I rinsed off and saw that he had reached an orgasm. Disgustingly he left the small puddle of semen on the floor and returned to his duties. I was still shaking when I returned to my office. The same thing happened the next morning and twice more during that week. I was grateful for the weekend, but dreaded Monday. I tried to develop a plan which would stop this evil from happening, but had no escape from his blackmail. Monday morning arrived and as I suspected, Alec was waiting for me in the shower area. Unlike the previous times he was already exposed and as I began to remove my spandex top and tights I saw his member stiffen. He looked at me and smiled. "Today I want you to help me," he said. I stared in awe at what he was expecting. "You know I will show those photos to people, if you don't." I froze in my tracks, as I thought about what he expected. He moved closer to me and motioned for me to touch his erect penis. I looked at his manhood and was quite disgusted at the layers of fat, which hung like a canopy above his penis. I moved my hand forward and touched his tool. It quivered and I heard him moan softly when I put my hand around it. I was surprised how small it stayed as it grew hard and decided to quickly jerk him so he could cum and leave. I have masturbated many men in my life and was not new to the act, but doing it under threat to someone as out of shape as Alec was, became frightening. I jerked him quickly hoping he would cum soon and felt filthy when his hand reached up and began to fondle my breasts. It was enough to send him over the edge and he came. I immediately showered, scrubbing my hand harshly as if I wanted to rid myself of his evil touch. The next day was a repeat of the day before and the ritual continued for another week. The following Monday, as I again reached for his penis, he told me to kneel and use my mouth. I stared in awe and refused. He said he would not hesitate to show the photos and maybe even mail them to my husband. He knew, that I knew, that my life would be ruined if I allowed that to happen. Defeated I knelt before him and hesitatingly opened my mouth as he pushed his penis between my lips. I felt his hand on the back of my head as he pressed me harder against him. His hard cock pushed deep into my mouth. I was grateful that it was not long, but his flabby stomach flesh hitting my forehead caused nausea to form in my stomach. It did not take long for him to cum and he held my head in place, yelling for me to swallow his load. I felt his sperm soot like a bullet from a gun and it hit the roof of my mouth as it trickled down my throat. I had no choice but to swallow and when he was finished he quickly left. My husband is fond of oral sex and I satisfy him regularly by swallowing his semen. Over 36 years of marriage I have become used to doing it and actually quite enjoy the act and the taste, but being forced to suck off a disgusting stranger leaves me feeling used and degraded. Two more times that week I was forced to strip naked and suck Alec's cock until it spat its juice down my throat. That Friday afternoon I called him to my office. I explained that I had enough and wanted to know what his plans were. He said he really had none, but he understood that it must be discomforting for me, so he would change things slightly. He explained that from now on we would only meet once a week on Monday and if I satisfied him properly he would not bother me the rest of the week. I told him that was not acceptable, but we both knew that I had no option and he was in full control. I even threatened to tell his wife, but he simply laughed. The following Monday I again knelt naked before him, but to my surprise he told me to stand. He said if we were only going to meet once a week it would have to be a bit more enjoyable. With that he told me to walk to my office, which I did. Once there he closed the door and commanded me to face my desk. I knew what was coming and shivered at the prospect. I felt his hand push against my back as he made me lean over my desk. He told me to spread my legs and I stood in anticipation. I felt his stomach before I felt his penis against me. His hand guided his member into my opening. I felt the head penetrate my womanhood and squirmed slightly when he pushed hard as he entered me. His groping hands moved around my front and he squeezed my breasts as he fucked me like a whore. It did not take long for him to cum and I felt his body slump from exhaustion. He no sooner pulled out when I ran to the shower to rid myself of his wretched ardour. The next Monday was a repeat of the previous and I knew I had to do something. I decided it was time and met with my girlfriend over dinner to explain what was going on. My best friend since I was nine years old, she understood my pain and agreed something had to be done. Another week and another fucking session passed before she called me with an Idea. I listened tentatively as she unrolled her plan. It sounded good and for the first time in two months I felt a reprieve was possibly in sight. The following Monday Alec again met me, but this time, as I had planned, I stayed dressed. He looked at me questioningly and motioned me to undress. "I want something different," I said. "You may find this strange, but I am actually enjoying our sessions." I lied convincingly and Alec s seemed quite pleased that he was able to turn my desires. "I knew you would, eventually," he sneered. “What did you have in mind?" "I like, it rough," I explained. “I think that is what turns me on about you making me have sex with you." I forced a fake smile and he responded with a nod." “What do you want me to do?" he asked. "Take me," I said. "Take me against my will and be really rough with me." I knew by the gleam in his eyes that he was excited and I had no sooner spoken when he grabbed me and pulled my spandex top from me. I pretended to struggle, constantly encouraging him to continue. He did and it did not take long for him to have me over my desk pushing his cock into me as hard as he could. I grimaced in agony as he continued to thrust and he came much quicker than before. My plan was taking shape. The next Monday I had taken control. Instead of wearing my usual fitness outfit I was dressed in a skirt and matching jacket and was seated at my desk. Alec came in and looked confused. I asked him what he wanted and he stared confusingly at me. The he realized I was roleplaying a scenario, which I knew he would enjoy. He stared at my cleavage and I pretended to pull my jacket a little higher. "Nice tits," he said, with a sneer on his face. I told him that was inappropriate and he reached forward and grabbed my breast. I shrieked and pulled back and he walked around my desk. I saw him stare at my legs, somewhat exposed by my skirt, which was riding up my thigh. He smiled and for a split second I smiled back at him. The encouragement was enough for him. He leaned forward and grabbed my hair. I screamed and begged him to stop. My defenseless roleplaying encouraged him and he pulled my jacket from my shoulders exposing my breasts for him to see. He grabbed them and squeezed. I pushed him back and screamed. He released his grip and I could smell his eagerness, as his face was next to mine. “Keep going," I whispered. “This is such a turn on for me. Take me against my will," I commanded, softly in his ear. He was excited and tore at my skirt. I was squirming, but he was strong. I felt him lift me onto the desk and push me back. He stood between my legs and took his penis out. He moved forward and thrust himself into me, at the same time grabbing my breasts and pinching my nipples. He was so aroused by our role play that he did not realize he was actually hurting me. I screamed, still acting my part, but the pain of him pinching my nipples was causing me to cry and I felt tears running along my cheek. I watched as he rolled his head back continuing to thrust his hard cock into me. He began to shake and I heard him scream. His orgasm was riveting through his body. Suddenly, as quickly as it had begun, the pain in my nipples stopped, as he released his grip. He looked at me and realized he had hurt me. He pulled his cock out and left my office. I continued my fake sobbing, cuddling up on my desk. I waited a moment and slowly stood pretending to be in agony. I leaned over to my laptop and pushed the stop button on the recorder. I quickly dressed, as best I could and put my laptop in my drawer. I went to the washroom to fix myself as best as possible. Alec was waiting when I came out. “That was amazing,” he said. I smiled and agreed. “Maybe we can do that again next week. I am so glad you are now enjoying it.” I felt sick at his words. How could this pig actually believe that I would enjoy his disgusting advances? That evening I met with my girlfriend and we looked at the video I recorded. It looked very realistic and it was impossible to see me whispering encouragement into Alec’s ear. We transferred the video onto a thumb drive and the next morning I called Alec to my office. He walked in feeling very confidant. I told him I wanted to show him something and inserted the thumb drive into my PC. His mouth went from smiling to shock in an instant. “What is this?” he asked, gaping at the screen. “This is a tape I am going to show your wife, and the police. Anyone who sees it will know you are raping me.” “You can’t,” he hesitated. “I still have your pics.” “I know, but as soon as I explain that you stole my photos and forced me to have sex with you it only makes sense that you would rape me when I refused.” I sat back and crossed my arms. “I think you will do jail time for this.” I could tell he was visibly shaken. He began to plead and tell me that he was sorry. He begged me not to show anyone the video. I told him to return all copies of my photos and to lever speak to me again and I would keep this hidden. He agreed and for the next four months he stayed away from me. His manager caught him stealing from the warehouse and it was decided to fire him. I have not heard from Alec in three years and do not ever expect to, but every now and then I watch the video from that day and find myself becoming quite aroused. A New Meaning of Silence I was awakened by a feminine cry in the middle of the night. Once again, my sexaholic neighbor above me was going at it with some girl. I glanced over at the clock and rolled my eyes. I absolutely adore the sound of a woman enjoying sex. But when it happens in the middle of the night – repeatedly, for months – I find it rather annoying. It was especially annoying on that particular night, as it was only 3:32AM. Another, louder feminine cry pierced the darkness. Again, I cursed the thin walls in this student apartment complex. Yet, my body betrayed me, reacting to the sounds coming from Apartment 19. I looked over at my girlfriend, visiting for the weeklong Thanksgiving vacation. In the faint light of my iMac's screensaver, I could see her eyes here now open, looking at me, a tired expression upon her face. "You were right," Alexa said softly. "This is the third night they've done this. Do they do this every night?" "Fortunately, no," I sighed. "But they sometimes go at it two or three times in a single night, even during the week. It makes me wonder how they can possibly be keeping up their grades at the university." My girlfriend slid over to me, then slid upon me. "I see the noise has caught your interest." She briefly rolled her hips along my growing erection. "Well, you know me." "Indeed. All too well." She kissed me, slowly, gently, softly. Underneath the covers, my arms wrapped around her. Once the kiss ended, Alexa rested her head on my shoulder as I gently stroked her head. For several minutes, we both listened to the sounds of feminine passion from upstairs, the sound of a bed's creaking also penetrating the ceiling. The passionate cries grew louder and more desperate, and were having an effect on Alexa as well – she had long ago admitted to some latent bi curiosity – as she gently humped me, just enough for both of us to be aroused at a nice "simmer" level. "Just how well do you know the other tenants here?" I was suddenly asked out of the blue. "And, how many of them are going to be here over the break with their boyfriends and girlfriends visiting?" It took me a moment to get past the initial shock of her question. "Why ask that, of all things?" And she was still humping me gently. "I have an idea to make your upstairs neighbors realize just how annoying the constant late-night sex is for everyone else." With her face buried in my neck, I felt Alexa's smile as she announced her plan. "I believe that we can get everyone still here to engage in really loud sex every night for the rest of the week, all at the same time so we can still ideally get some much-needed sleep." It took me a few moments to truly digest her plan, and her slow movements upon me were definitely distracting me. But once her plan had truly sunk into my brain, I saw the brilliance of her idea. And also the potential downfall. "What if it backfires?" I asked, slipping a hand down her nightshirt to her soft, panty-clad cheeks. "What if Jon and his girlfriend-of-the-month see it as a challenge and simply escalate their activity?" "That's why everyone else who will be here needs to be as loud as possible, and do it every night for the rest of the week. And we need to vary the time each night." I looked at the clock: 3:41AM on Tuesday morning of Thanksgiving vacation. "Are you tired?" I asked as another feminine cry pierced the darkness. "Not really," Alexa admitted. "But I know how you can make me tired." I felt her smile against my neck again. Then she purred softly as my hand slipped inside her panties and slithered down between her legs. "Just be quiet," I said softly, "or else your plan will definitely backfire." "Then perhaps I should go get the penis gag first." ***** After breakfast Tuesday morning, we sat at my computer and wrote out the plan in detail. The concept was short and simple: At the designated time each night, everyone was to engage in really loud sexual activity. The hard part was deciding when the "war of sex" would take place each night. At last, we had decided and printed the instructions. After lunch, we went around to all the apartments – except Apartment 19 – and spoke with everyone who was in at the time. We repeated the process later in the afternoon, and again after dinner. We spoke with about half the tenants – the other half had already left for Thanksgiving – and everyone liked the plan. Of course, not everyone had a significant other. A few sheepishly admitted to owning some porn videos or DVDs which they could play loudly. One person proudly (and, fortunately, quietly) played a host of audio files of sexual activity, files downloaded from the Internet over several years, and agreed to play them at top volume at the designated time each night. And, knowing that Cheryl had a crush on Gregg, I even did a little matchmaking. Of course, not everyone would be here every night of the week. About half the participants would be leaving Wednesday, traveling to visit family for Thanksgiving itself. Still, it was a good start. ***** About 11:30PM, the climactic noise from Apartment 19 finally abated. That was fortunate, as the appointed time for the first "sex battle" was 12:45PM. In the intervening seventy-five minutes, Alexa and I engaged in loving foreplay, slowly undressing each other over the course of an hour, spending the rest of the time slowly masturbating each other. A few minutes before the "sex battle" was scheduled to truly begin, I heard a squeal come from Apartment 8. Anna had originally planned to spend the night with her girlfriend Maria, who lived on the opposite side of town, but they were both eager to participate in the "revenge" of the night. I took the squeal as my cue, and kissed my way down Alexa's chin and neck, between her breasts, down her stomach, ever lower, until I reached her wonderful feminine folds. She was already rather wet from the slow foreplay and especially the masturbation, but I took my time anyhow, licking gently as I stroked her labia and inner thighs with my fingertips. I took my time, reveling in her quickening breaths, watching the rise and fall of her breasts and the curl of her fingers into the bedspread. I also keyed in on the slow rise of the sounds of sexual pleasure coming from other apartments, and smiled. "Your plan is working," I commented briefly. "Congratulations." "Shut up and eat me!" Alexa pleaded loudly, the need quite evident in her voice. That command was met by several other soft cries – mostly, but not all, feminine – form neighboring apartments. I could clearly identify Natsumi's voice, as she was the only Asian student I had ever seen in the complex. I recognized Edward's voice as well, as he was a natural baritone in the vein of Barry White. I heard some stereotypical porn music, so someone had turned up the volume on a DVD or videotape. At last, I plunged two fingers into Alexa's writhing body, and her squeal of pleasure was exquisite. She was fondling her own breasts as my tongue stroked her clitoris and my fingertips brushed her cervix. Curling my fingers upward, I located her so-called "special spot," and took a deep breath, steeling myself for a wild, wet ride. "Oh! Oh! Anna!" That was unmistakable, and I smiled. But I wanted Alexa's sounds of passion to be the loudest of the night – both because I thoroughly enjoyed listening to her screams, and because I wanted to send a powerful message of "revenge" to Jon and his girlfriend-of-the-month. I went into full assault mode, stroking Alexa's G-spot while sucking on and licking her clitoris. I was ruthless, merciless, barely stopping to breathe. It had the intended and much-desired effect, as Alexa was soon screaming loudly, her usual inhibitions thrown aside, her cries easily rivaling all others. My girlfriend's body was in constant motion, and it was somewhat of a challenge – as expected – to keep my lips sealed to hers as tightly as I would have liked. She had essentially turned into Niagara Falls, liquid love flowing rapidly from her body; what did not end up coating my face pooled upon the bedspread. I was hard as a rock, rubbing myself against the edge of the bed, dripping from the tip. Yet my attention was (almost) completely focused upon Alexa: her sounds, her feel, her scent, her taste. Dimly, I was aware of other sounds of sex from elsewhere in the complex, but I was definitely most attuned to my sweet-tasting siren, drawn toward her orgasmic songs. At last, I relented, moving up to lay beside her. I had intended to simply hold her, to allow her a moment to calm herself and bask in the post-orgasmic afterglow before sheathing myself inside her willing body. But Alexa was having none of that. I had lit the fuse, and she was now a Roman candle. She quickly mounted me, sank down quickly upon me, and rode me with a primal necessity like I had never seen from her before. My hips rose to meet her rapid rhythm, my hands tightly holding her hips. Her blissful howls filled me just as much as I filled her, yet it still was not enough. As the next orgasm shredded her consciousness, my girlfriend fell upon me, momentarily spent as I continued to drive myself deep into her body. Then she was moving against me again, her babble loud and incoherent in my ear as her fingernails burrowed painfully into the skin of my shoulders. With a loud, thunderous growl of my own, I pumped my love, my soul, into her, triggering one final release for her. Our voices joined and intertwined, coupling obscenely. As we descended from the sexual peak, I felt Alexa twitch both upon me and around me. We were both practically drenched with sweat. Slowly, I became aware of the quiet which had settled upon the complex, and idly wondered if Alexa's plan had truly worked. I heard water begin to run through the pipes. It sounded like Anna and/or Maria was having a shower, and I knew Alexa and I could have used a long, hot shower at that time. Yet I was in no mood to move at that time, and Alexa was clearly not about to move off me, especially since my tip was still nestled inside her. "That was intense," she finally whispered before she kissed my lips. "I can taste myself on you," she observed. I smiled. "Now you know what I enjoy eating you. Or, at least, you know part of the reason." We kissed again: longer, deeper, but just as full of respect and love. As we kissed, I slipped completely out of her at last, and our combined passion dribbled from her onto me. "Jon, yes, right there..." The kiss ended, and Alexa and I both sighed sadly. But, there was still hope, for we had only lost the initial battle, not the war. ***** Wednesday, Alexa and I went shopping for everything we would need for Thanksgiving dinner, then went for a nice, long drive in the countryside. If Jon and his girlfriend-of-the-month were mating like rabbits, we fortunately missed it. ...until we returned to fix dinner. Even before we had entered the building, we could hear them going at it. We went out for dinner instead, then a film at the nearby independently-owned cinema. Upon our return, all was quiet, but there was a note taped to my door. I waited until we were inside my apartment to read it: "Great performance last night, but it didn't work. I've invited a few friends over tonight, so expect the noise to be REALLY loud. – Anna" I handed the note to Alexa. "I say tonight, we listen to the results of your plan," I suggested with a smile. She read the note, and agreed with a wide grin. 10:30PM and 1:15AM, the annoyances came from Apartment 19. 2:20AM, however, it was our side's time for "revenge." Alexa and I had actually fallen asleep in each other's arms as we say on the sofa in the darkness. Alexa's kiss to my forehead was what awoke me. Seconds later, I heard a soft cry coming from Anna's apartment. "You wanted to listen tonight, right?" Alexa asked, stroking my chest through my sweatshirt. We mostly listened, but we also kissed and hugged and stroked and licked and bit and sucked. But our activity that night was not designed to participate in the second "sex battle." Anna and her group provided the majority of the aural fireworks that night. For well over an hour, the sounds of the all-girl gangbang in Apartment 8 had me as hard as a rock. Alexa responded quite nicely to those sounds as well, expertly increasing my pleasure. From two different apartments, I could hear porn videos or DVDs being played rather loudly, the stereotypical music both corny and quite appropriate for the hour-long "battle." And I could also discern Ricky's audio files, recognizing a few from his Tuesday afternoon demonstration. The second night of the "Sex war" seemed to be a turning point. About halfway through the "battle," I could hear someone in Apartment 19 banging on a wall. A few minutes later, the banging was accompanied by yelling of a very non-sexual nature. When the rest of our comrades finally ceased their "attacks," Alexa and I finally gave in to the desire building within us over the past hour. However, unlike the neighbors above, we actually made an effort to be quiet, and I highly doubt anyone outside my apartment heard the activity taking place within the walls. ***** I awoke on my back on the sofa, with Alexa still asleep upon me. That is always a nice way to start the day, but being Thanksgiving morning, it was especially nice. After a shower and a light breakfast, my girlfriend and I went for a walk around the nearby campus, stopping to get coffee at Starbucks. There were few people around, little traffic on the streets... very atypical of a Thursday morning. When we returned, I wanted to go upstairs, to see if anyone had left a note on Jon's door. There was no note, but there was a ball gag hanging on the doorknob! There was also a small tag, which I bent down to read: "Please wear this so we can study and sleep." Alexa and I barely made it back to my apartment before we burst out in hysterical laughter. The "gift" was brilliant, and I vowed that if I learned who had bought the ball gag, I would GLADLY reimburse that cunning person!!! Together, Alexa and I prepared and devoured Thanksgiving dinner while watching football – a Thanksgiving tradition in both our families. Then we cuddled on the sofa while watching various anime from my extensive collection. Just as Perfect Blue was starting, someone knocked on my door. I was surprised to see Natsumi waiting to speak with me, and invited her in. I believe she was just as surprised to hear Mima (on the DVD) speak in Japanese, not in English. "Jon is alone," Natsumi finally announced. "She saw gag and leave quickly. Michelle was crying. So, we win – no more noisy sex from Jon's apartment." To that extent, Alexa's plan was a resounding success. However, I had never intended Jon's relationship to fall apart, and I doubted Alexa had wanted that to happen. Still, that night, all was quiet, calm, peaceful. I slept completely through the night for the first time in well over a week. It was, in a word, WONDERFUL. But early Sunday morning, I was awakened by the sound of footsteps in Apartment 19. I found it odd, but did not think too much about it, settling my ear upon Alexa's chest and falling asleep again to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. ...until a loud knock on the door awoke us both perhaps an hour later. We quickly dressed, and I answered the door, only to be confronted by a pair of police detectives. That was when I learned Jon had overdosed on a cocktail of several illegal drugs. But the lead detectives' main question was if I knew why Jon would leave such a cryptic note: "She's gone. You win." ***** To this day, Alexa and I do not talk about the events of the week of Thanksgiving vacation. Now over two years later, only Natsumi and I remain of the tenants who had taken part in the "sex war," and Natsumi has only mentioned those events once. For all three of us, there is now a new meaning of silence, and I, for one, would much rather hear those late-night sexathons than know that the "sex war" led to Jon's death. Even though none of us were charged in his death, I will still forever feel as if I have Jon's blood on my hands, and Alexa and Natsumi feel the same. There is definitely now a new meaning of silence.