4 comments/ 105735 views/ 23 favorites Marion Turns Me Out Ch. 01 By: jomar Marion Turns Me Out Ch. 01 by jomar If gentle femdom, crossdressing, strapon and male-male sex isn't to your taste, please back out and try one of my other stories. ********** "There, baby, that does it. Your toes will be dry in no time. A nice shade of mocha. Do you like it? It'll go perfect with your new bathing suit." Marion put the lid on the fingernail polish and set the stylish bottle on the counter. I was sitting at the vanity wearing a plum colored camisole. My pretty matching stockings lay crumpled on the floor where Marion had left them after taking them off to touch up my toes for the day. I was naked below the waist, like her. She looked me over. Wavy shoulder length auburn hair with highlights. Dangly earrings. Slender frame with no body hair at all. Feminine tan lines. Manicured fingernails. Marion liked them at two to three-eighths of an inch from the end of my fingers, not too long, but long enough to elicit grace and femininity. I was erect. "Mmm, I love you like this, baby. I'm so wet. Feel me," she said and pulled my soft hand to her. Slick and hairless. I slipped two fingers in and worked her clit with my mocha nailed thumb. She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders, grinding against my hand. Marion moved my hand away and sucked on my fingers as she pulled my face to her. I fell to my knees and licked and chewed her lips, savoring her flavor, sticking my tongue into her as far as I could. Marion held my head as she ground against my face. I spun her around, bent her over, spread her cheeks and speared her ass with my tongue. I licked and swabbed and stabbed her ass with my tongue while one hand strummed her clit and the other pinched her nipples. I heard her cries and moans and smiled. Marion turned, pulled me back in the chair, sat on my cock and took me all the way inside. She rode me up and down for an eternity then lowered her head to my shoulder and rocked her hips against me. She grabbed my hair and kissed me hard, our tongues swirling. I cupped my hands around her small ass and helped her grind against me. Marion pulled my hair back and kissed and bit my exposed neck. She twisted my nipples through my lovely plum colored camisole and I moaned. She ground and ground on me, finally threw her head back and sighed. Marion slumped against me, her head on my shoulder, my cock buried deep inside of her. "Mmm, that was good, baby," she said through long black hair covering her face. She raised her head, flicked her hair out of the way and whispered in my ear, "I hope you don't get to loving cock so much you forget to service my tight pussy." I gulped and said, "Not a chance, girl." A small, throaty chuckle. "I wonder. I felt that cock twitch. You like cock, don't you, baby? You like spreading those long, beautiful legs for men. So they can put their thick, hard cocks deep into your pussy. You say you do it for me, but I know you. I know the truth. I know what you need," she said. She rose off of me, took me by the hand and led me to the bed. As I padded after her I looked out the open patio doors that overlooked the tropical beach beyond the private veranda and infinity pool. We were on vacation. As women. Two beautiful women. Marion stopped at the edge of the bed, cupped my balls and lightly scratched them with her red nails, her other hand found the back of my neck and she pulled me to her and kissed me then said, "Here baby, you lay down. I'm going to give you what you need." I admit it. I wanted it. I lay down on the brilliant white thousand thread count sheets. My shoulder length auburn hair flared on the pillow, one leg slightly bent and tilted in, toes pointed down a bit, hands to my side. Seductive. Inviting. Like Marion taught me. "It's okay that you like cock, baby. I like it too. I like yours the best, but we can share, can't we?" Marion said as she picked up the strapon she used on me the night before. "You stay put. I'm just going to rinse this off. Then I'll give you your pleasure." My cock stiffened at her words and then more as I watched her slender, toned body disappear into the bathroom. I heard her turn on the water and I looked out at the brilliant blue sea, thought about it all. We played games, Marion and I. One time I blindfolded her and a couple of friends and I fucked her for hours. Another time she dressed me up as a woman, complete with a bright blue wig, fucked me, blindfolded me and let two men have me. Then she had me grow out my hair, put me in a little black dress and gave me to a huge black man. I was attractive as a woman. Shockingly attractive. We're not married, yet, but we are committed to each other. We moved to a different state because of her job and since I work out of the home for a software firm the move wasn't an issue for me. Since then, Marion has pushed it farther. And I haven't objected, though it makes me nervous. Some. But Marion, who had me wearing stockings, panties, bras and camisoles under my male clothes for some time, took the move as an opportunity to really press her - our, if I'm honest - crossdressing fetish. Always at home now. Dresses, skirts and blouses. Stockings and heels. Girly shirts and shorts, flats. Lingerie. Hair styled, light makeup. Earrings. Usually clear nail polish and I tell people I play classical guitar if they ask, which I do, to explain my nails, perfectly shaped at two to three-eighths of an inch from the end of my fingers. The day before we left to come to this glorious locale Marion took me on a girl's day out. After a light breakfast, Marion made me up at home, simple light day makeup. I wore dangly earrings as always, a salmon colored three-quarter sleeve rouched shirt, white Capri pants, and tan sandals. I wore a white thong and matching white sheer bra. When we arrived at the salon I wasn't sure about going in. I was nervous and afraid of being embarrassed. Marion usually gave my treatments. "Don't be silly, baby" Marion said. "This is a very discreet salon. They've seen everything here. You'll be fine." She pulled me through the doors. We were greeted by an averaged sized middle aged woman who wore a big smile and whose clothes spoke of money and sophistication. "Welcome to Pampra, ladies! I'm Benita. We're ready for you so relax and let us take care of you. Follow me, please." She led us past a wall of trickling water upon which soft lights played. Subdued, relaxing decor. Quiet, soothing music from unseen speakers. "Bye, baby. I'll see you in awhile," Marion said as we were shown to separate private rooms. Sophie, my aestetician, greeted me warmly, handed me some hot tea and asked me to disrobe and slip on some soft paper-like pink panties. I turned my back to her as I took off my clothes, pulled up the panties. I sipped some tea before turning to her and walking to the table. My eyes didn't meet hers. "Come dear," she said, "Lay on your stomach. I understand you're getting the works today. Lucky you!" She rubbed some warm oil on my back, arms and down my legs. I relaxed. "We're going to start with the waxing today, move to a manicure and pedicure, and finish up with hot stones and a massage. How does that sound?" "Fine, except for the waxing part." Sophie laughed gently. "You'll forget all about it by the massage." She proceeded to wax me. Working from my neck all the way down and out. "You've had a wax before, I take it," Sophie said. "Yes. As often as I need. Usually at home." "Well, I'm so glad you chose us today. But I thought so, enough waxings so the hair isn't growing back as thick now. Much nicer that way, don't you agree? "I suppose". "Nonsense. Of course it is. Turn over." I did as she asked and she rubbed me with more warm oil. A pleasant sandalwood scent. "We girls have to do so much maintenance and whenever it can be streamlined, well, I'm all for that. Don't you agree? "Yes." She waxed my front and my limbs. "You have such lovely skin! I'm so jealous!" "Thank you," I said. "Now. It's time for the finale. I need to slip these panties off so I can make sure all that nasty hair is gone from your privates." I allowed her to pull my panties off. My heart was beating fast. I felt a blush about to surface. "Just lovely. You've kept your self so well groomed. So much nicer that way. Don't you agree?" I nodded. She waxed me. She moved my cock and balls around as she needed to. It thickened and I blushed. Sophie noticed and said, "Nonsense! You're just gorgeous and your body works like it's supposed to. Beautiful face and hair. Smooth, soft skin. You can only imagine the variety of shapes and sizes I see, so believe me when I tell you that you're lovely, all of you! Now on your stomach so I can finish up!" She finished. She gave me a luxurious white robe to put on, more tea and led me to another room where Janine, a dark, petite woman, gave me a manicure and a pedicure, complimenting me on my hand structure and sexy arches. She was easy to talk to and I explained why Marion liked my fingernails a certain length. She wholeheartedly agreed, saying that's exactly why she kept hers the same length. Janine handed me off to Carol, a tall, stout blonde, who had me lay down on my stomach on her table. She placed a towel over my rear and gave me a hot stone treatment and an exquisite massage front, back, top and bottom. Carol gushed over my sexy figure and toned body and made me feel completely at ease. She even made me laugh when she joked that I could turn her gay for a day if I would let her play with my big clit. By the time I met back up with Marion I was surprisingly refreshed. It was part if the salons practice to have all our aesteticians say goodbye to us as we left. They were all so nice and warm and accepting and supportive that I felt tears in my eyes. I told Marion I never wanted to go anywhere else for treatments. She smiled, hooked her arm through mine and dipped her head to my shoulder as we walked to our car. From Pampra's we went to a few chic boutiques looking for the perfect vacation clothes. And we found them! I found a to-die-for yellow sundress. It was empire waist inspired, more of an empire seam, really, three-quarter inch shoulder straps, a sexy deep v-neck and a patterned hem with sun inspired shapes. And I found the most delightful earrings and sandals to accessorize. As we shopped for lingerie and panties and skirts and blouses, Marion was constantly talking about how all the men at the resort were going to want to lift my skirt and peel down my pretty panties. How they'd do anything to have me form an "O" with my lips and take their cocks in my mouth. How pretty and sexy I'd feel in the clothes, eager to take their hard cocks in my slutty wet pussy. Her talk aroused us and we couldn't wait to leave on vacation. We'd checked into the resort a couple of days ago. I wore the little yellow sundress that had a deep v-neck, taupe sandals with delicate brown square stones surrounded by gold on the main strap running from my ankle to between my toes. Lacy rose colored tanga shorts held me in place under the brilliant sundress. Dangly earrings that matched the stones in my sandals. I looked fabulous. It was exciting being out in public checking in, during dinner, on the beach. I noticed men looking me over. Looking at my wavy auburn shoulder length hair with highlights, my light and perfect make-up, my flat chest. I saw the men watching me with hungry eyes as I lounged by the pool or walked by in my bikinis. Trying to discern my figure if I was wearing a dress, wondering about my ass, of which my legs and the cut of the dresses hinted was spectacular. I imagined that the handsome men undressing me with their eyes were wondering if my pussy was hairless, if I swallowed, if I took it in the ass, if I liked pussy and would be in a threesome with them... Marion walked back into the room, a hint of a smirk on her gorgeous face. She stood at the end of the bed, framed by the dazzling view. She shimmied gracefully into the harness, her breasts jiggling as she tightened the straps. Her cock jutted out at me. Marion put a hand then a knee on the massive circular mattress, gracefully flowed onto the bed and started toward me, her breasts and hair swaying with her movements. The world bright behind her. My breath quickened. I let my leg straighten and my knees parted slightly. "That's right, look at those long, luscious legs. Spreading on their own. You're turning into quite the little slut, aren't you?" She crawled toward me, eyes blazing, a feline predator eager to devour me. "I like that. I like that you're such an eager little slut. You're a cock hungry whore, aren't you, baby. Tell me." "Yes," I whispered. She was over me now, looking down into my eyes. My legs bumped wide by her knees. I could feel her cock on my balls. I was hard. "Yes what, baby?" "I'm your slut." "What?" "Your cock hungry slut." "Mmm. Yes you are," she said and leaned down. A soft brush of her lips on mine. I felt her breath on my ear, her tongue, her teeth. Softly, barely audible, "I'm going to give you what you want now. What you need. What you crave." "Yes." I felt her hand trail up my leg, lightly, under my plum colored camisole to my nipple. She fingered it. First one, then the other. She kissed my neck, working her way down to my flat chest. I arched my back, giving myself to her and felt my hair move and my earrings shift. She worked me as though I had breasts. Her mouth more insistent, biting. I held her head against me with my delicate hands and mocha colored nails. My hips were churning, I wanted to rub my cock against her but she was out of reach. I felt her cock brush against me. I wanted it in me. Marion straightened, kneeled high over me, raked her nails down my body, all the way to my manicured toes. She flicked her hair back and smiled. She reached for the lube and made a show of greasing her cock for me. "I love your hairless little body, baby. Not even arm hair. So silky smooth. Do you like it? It makes you feel more feminine, doesn't it. More exposed, more vulnerable. Do you like how it feels when air flows over your hairless skin? More sensual without hair isn't it." She stroked her cock as she talked. "God, it makes me so wet. I love fucking your tight little pussy with my big cock. It's bigger than yours, isn't it. Not a whole lot, but it is bigger. I have a bigger cock than you. And I'm going to fuck you. With my big cock." She wiped her hands on a towel and leaned over me, on all fours now. "You barely need any lube anymore, do you?" she said softly, kindly. "Just a little bit. You know why? Because you're a woman now and you get wet for cocks, don't you. Just the thought of taking a cock in your hungry pussy makes you wet now, doesn't it." "Please." "Ooh. See what I mean? Please what, little slut?" "Please do it." "You can do better than that, whore." "Please fuck me." My voice was thick. "With my cock? "Yes, fuck me with your cock." I spread my legs wider and tilted my hips up. Her ravishing black hair hung down, framing her face. It was all I could see. She was my world. "Well, I guess. But if you want it you'll have to guide me." "Yes," I whispered and reached down. I grabbed the base of her thick cock and brought it to my hole. Her knees were under my legs. I pulled her cock slowly into me. She was right. I was always ready now and she slipped in easily. I moaned. I moaned with desire, with lust, and, at the fringe of my consciousness, with something that might be close to a delicious shame. Marion drove deep into my ass. I felt her pelvis against me and I closed my eyes and moaned. She stayed planted deep inside of me and leaned in, her elbows near my shoulders. She swept her dark hair to one side and stroked my pretty face, stroked my wavy shoulder length auburn hair, toyed with my earring. "You look so beautiful. So lovely laying there with your legs spread wide and my cock inside of you. You love it, don't you? Getting fucked. I like it too. I love fucking you. Your tight pussy feels so good wrapped around my big cock. And you take it so deep. What a good girl. What a woman you've become." Marion leaned over me and talked as she worked the strapon in and out, slow deep strokes, almost out then back, her breasts lightly swaying, her nipples grazing my chest. "You're really not much of a man anymore though, are you." I moaned. "You've really taken to being my little lesbian lover, haven't you. Don't worry, baby, I love your cock too much to even think of having it removed. But those pills are working nicely, aren't they. Your whiskers aren't anywhere near as thick as they used to be. Do you miss them? I don't." Marion fucked me slowly as she talked. Her voice was thicker. Her hips started moving faster. I pulled her to me and kissed her with increasing desperation. I ran my fingers through her hair, whispered, "Yes. Fuck me," and reached down, enveloped her ass with my hands and pulled her to me hard, snapping my hips up as best I could. Marion moved faster now, quick breaths with the effort. She rose over me and pushed my legs farther back, her hands on the back of my knees, she rode me. Long strokes, faster, short jabs. Marion worked her hips back and forth and my delicate silver ankle bracelet glinted in the morning sunlight. It felt wonderful, divine. I loved her cock in me, the thick pressure, there and gone and back again. She was hitting my prostate and I swooned. She fucked me so good and I loved her so much for it. I pointed my toes toward the sky and worked my ass on her cock and hoped she was proud of me. I looked up at Marion, her eyes glazed, she was moving and grinding and fucking me. I heard myself moaning, my hands clutched the sheets. Marion grunted and moaned. Short jabs and spasms as she came. I wished I could feel her shooting into me. Wished she could fill me with cum. She collapsed onto me, just as I have done countless times onto her. Catching her breath she said, "Mmm, that was very good, baby, but I don't think you came, did you?" "It was wonderful, Marion." I stroked her hair. "Well, you have to have a happy ending. A girl needs a happy ending," she said and I could feel her unbuckling the harness. She left her cock in me and kissed and nibbled her way down my slender body. "Here we are," she said. "Let me see if I can make you come by licking your wet little clit." I brushed her hair as Marion took me in her mouth. Her mouth was soft and hard, wet and warm. She worked with her mouth and tongue and small hands. She cradled my hairless balls and twirled the dildo inside of me and I groaned and I came. Marion slid back up my body, kissed me, and we shared my love until I had swallowed it all. "Such a good girl," Marion whispered in my ear, a finger toying with my earring, reminding me of my femininity. "I love you so much for so many reasons. And I love you for being my hot little cock whore of a lover. Mmm, I could stay here all day, couldn't you? But we need to work on your tan. Let's get into our suits and get out by the pool. I've been thinking and I want to run something by you. But we can do it while sipping mimosas in the sun." She smoothed my pretty plum colored camisole as she rose. "Okay, baby," I said as she gently pulled the thick dildo from me, leaving me empty, leaving me wanting. ********** I hope you enjoyed my story. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it. Marion Turns Me Out Ch. 02 If gentle femdom, crossdressing, strapon and male-male sex isn't to your taste, please back out and try one of my other stories. And let's imagine this is set in a world where unprotected sex is safe. ********** It was looking to be a glorious day. Marion and I were on vacation in the tropics at a five star resort. We started the day with Marion touching up my toenails that were a wonderful mocha shade. Then she had her way with me while I wore a striking plum colored camisole and I loved it. "See what I got for you, baby?" Marion said, pointing to the bed where she had laid out another new bathing suit and beach wrap. "It's a thin, solid twist bandeau top with removable straps. And another low rise tanga bottom, of course. Isn't it fabulous? Don't you just love tangas? Less than bikini, but far more than thong. At least this style. I see it as a perfect balance between modesty and exhibitionism. And you are on exhibit here, aren't you," she smiled. "Oh, and the pink wrap is not quit sheer. Go ahead, put it on. I want to see you put it on." I smiled at Marion, who was standing naked, arms crossed. Her black hair a wild mane around her classically beautiful face because she hadn't combed it after she fucked me again with her strapon. I picked up the bottoms and noticed how well the black suit played off my mocha nails, just like she said it would. I put one foot, then the other through the leg holes and pulled them up my smooth, slim, hairless legs. My cock thickened as I tucked it down as best I could for the moment. I put the top on, tied off the strings behind my neck and threw my hands out as if to say, "Ta da!" "You look amazing, baby. Come, take a look at yourself." Marion ran a hand thought her hair and led me into the large bathroom where a ceiling to floor mirror adorned one entire wall. I'm forever shocked at my feminine looks and it's still hard to believe it when I see myself. Before me stood an attractive woman of average height and slender build. A strikingly attractive woman with wavy, shoulder length auburn hair with highlights wearing a black bikini, dangly silver earrings, a delicate silver ankle bracelet. Fingernails perfectly shaped at two to three-eighths of an inch from the end of my fingers, manicured toenails, all a mocha shade that complimented the skimpy suit. Marion stood behind me, looking over my shoulder at my reflection. "See, lover? See how stunning you are?" She turned me around. "Look at that spectacular ass. So enticing. Half your ass is half hanging out and I just want to grab it and lick it and fuck it." She spun me so I was facing the mirror again. "Imagine the men circling and sniffing all around you. Eager to have you spread your toned legs wide so they can give you the fullness you crave in that perfect little ass." She rubbed my crotch. "Eager to get their thick cocks in your tight little hole. Eager to have your soft mouth around their greedy cocks. I want that for you, baby. I want you to be a cock slut. You'll do that for me, won't you? Tell me." My heart beat faster. My cock got harder. "Yes, Marion," I said as I stared at the two beautiful women in the mirror. "Yes what, whore." "Yes, I'll be a cock slut for you." "Mmm, thank you, baby. I know that's what you want. Now, let's get some lipstick on those luscious lips of yours so we can get out in the sun." Marion reached over and picked up a subdued reddish brick shade from the vanity, opened the cap and began to apply it to my lips. "Not too much, just a hint. I want you to be a classy all the way, not some tramped out skank. But a classy slut, eager for a gentleman's cock. That's your image. Flat on your back on the foredeck of some yacht taking a rich gentleman's cock deep in your pussy. Come." Marion led me out of the bathroom, we rubbed sunscreen on each other and she asked me to make mimosas while she put on her bathing suit, a lime green tanga bikini. I felt the cut of my suit across my rear as I walked to the kitchenette. I thought the high cut of the tanga style suited my ass perfectly. Low waist, thin sides, high lines on the back, but not too scandalous. And my ass could certainly pull it off, at least according to Marion, and I do trust her judgment. I felt sexy, pretty. I mixed the drinks and felt the femininity as I moved; my hair brushing my shoulders, earrings swaying and tugging, the delicate ankle bracelet shifting. I thought maybe I'd get a toe ring, for fun. Finished mixing the mimosas, I put on the pretty pink wrap for the short walk across the veranda to the infinity pool. I put it on for Marion. "Lovely," she said as I arrived. She laid soft peach colored beach towels on the lounge chairs for us. "Thank you," I said and poured her a drink from the pitcher, poured myself one, took off the wrap and sat down. We stared at the beautiful blue sea a short distance away. "You know, it's far more secluded out there than I thought. I might have to fuck you under the stars one night. I think you'd like it. Riding my big cock out here in the breeze and the big wide open." She smiled and sipped her mimosa. I smiled back and said, "Maybe you'll find out," and raised my glass to her. I pinned my hair back with a pink banana clip and we sat in comfortable silence for some time under the blazing sun. I changed positions to get an even tan. Marion wouldn't let me untie my top when I lay on my stomach. She wanted to see feminine tans lines on me. See the white stripe across my back and my ass as she fucked me from behind. She was right. It accentuated the femininity, got further in my head that way when I saw the skin contrast in those singularly feminine shapes. "I've been thinking," Marion said. "I think it's time for you to learn how to please a man." "What do you mean? We've, um, already been down that road." "Hmm, well, you certainly have been fucked haven't you? Those two guys when I blindfolded you and you wore that blue wig? And then when Lamont fucked you with his big black cock. God, that was hot." I blushed. "Yes, you definitely proved you could take a cock. And love it," she smiled at me. "But no, what I'm thinking about goes toward attitude. Attitude and desire. I want you to know what it's like to want a man with your entire being. To crave him. To want him enough to be bold. To entice and turn on and in turn make him crave you. To possess you. I want you to experience that from a woman's perspective." I looked down my body, the black solid twist bandeau bikini top covering a flat chest, flat stomach, slender, toned arms and legs. Felt my earrings sway. Felt my cock twitch. Felt her words hit me. "From a woman's sexuality. To feel the desire so strongly you don't care what society thinks. You just want to get fucked. I think you're ready for it, baby. Ready to turn loose your inner slut. Turn it loose on a man, hungry for his cock and to give him more pleasure than he can stand. You're ready for it, I can tell." "I don't know how to do that." My voice thickened. I had to adjust my cock and Marion noticed. "It's easy. Don't worry, when the time comes it'll happen. And when it does you'll want to make him think of you whenever he thinks of sex. Forever. To ruin other women for him because they can't compare with your passion, skill and desire for the man. For the man's cock." To make a man think of me first when he thinks of sex. The idea had its appeal. But I wondered where I'd find the passion, the craving. I felt it with Marion, but with a man? Marion's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "Let's go have a drink at the pool bar. I want to show you off some more and buy you a girly drink." I smiled. "Sounds good. Let me go get ready." I picked up the wrap and walked back into the room. I peeled off the bottoms, put on my micro-gaff, a thong that smoothed out my form, effectively hiding my bulge, pulled the suit bottom back on, checked to make sure there were no visible lines, tied the wrap around my waist, unclipped and fluffed my hair and turned to see Marion watching me. "You could have your pick of any man here. God, what a beauty." I walked over to her, put my arms around her and kissed her gently. "Let's go." We walked out of the room, across a small yard, and down the path to the pool at the edge of the beach. It was crowded, with men and women lounging, swimming, talking, reading, eating, drinking. I could feel the eyes on me as we walked, on my body in my black bikini with the solid twist bandeau top and tanga bottoms. I didn't fake a walk, but dressed as a woman my walk changed, erect and confident still, but more fluid, it seemed. "We're getting a lot of looks, baby. They're checking us out. They want to fuck us. You know that, right? Want to pick one out right now?" she laughed. "Take him back to the room and make a memory?" I blushed. We stopped at an empty table, untied our wraps and put them down. I felt even more hungry eyes on my ass as I got into the crystal clear water, careful not to get my hair wet. We walked, floated over to bar and sat down on the underwater stools. "Two strawberry daiquiris, please," Marion told the bartender, a handsome, muscular black man in his twenties. "How about the bartender?" she said as he went to make our drinks. "He was looking us over real close. Assessing us. Undressing us. Wondering what kind of fucks we'd be. He liked your looks, I could tell. You want to fuck him? Take him deep inside of you and let him come?" "Shhh! You're awful. Someone will hear!" "Mmm, I think you'd like him riding you. Making you all sweaty and slippery. Or how about that guy? He's more your style, isn't he," she said, nodding toward a tall man with a fit, athletic body. Muscular, but not overly muscled. Shortish gray hair, more of a silver, really. Very handsome and distinguished looking. "He is handsome," I said. I'd definitely noticed him the past couple of days. The drinks arrived and we sipped them, the feminine, girly drinks. We looked around at the people. I noted the beautiful women, more than a few I'd like to fuck, but my eyes kept returning to the handsome silver haired man. "I see you checking him out. He's definitely your type, baby. I know. I bet your thinking about how big his cock is, how you can get hold of it, get it out of his pants. How you can lure him, seduce him, get his hands inside your panties. Do you feel it? Out here in the bright sun? Do you feel the beginning of a craving? I bet you can have him if you want. If you crave him enough." "You're incorrigible!" "Well, think about it baby. Just think about it," Marion said with a smile and sipped her drink. We had another lady drink, daiquiris this time, with little umbrellas sticking up out of the glasses. We finished the dinks, both of us tipsy and giggly, swam and floated back toward our table. We climbed out, put on our wraps and turned to walk back to our room. Marion smiled and I caught my breath. We had to walk past the handsome silver haired man! My heart beat faster as we approached. I couldn't see his eyes behind his sunglasses, nor could he see mine, but I felt them burning into me just the same. As we passed he smiled and gave short nod. I didn't respond and realized I'd been holding my breath. "You could have stopped and said hello, you know. It's not like you were going to go down on his big cock right there on the pool deck," Marion said as we continued past him and up the path to our room. "I don't know. All your talk about him. It caught me by surprise. I think he was staring at me!" "Of course he was! Did you check out his package? Even with those board shorts I could tell he has a big cock." I blushed. She smiled. "I thought so." Back in the room we rinsed off in the infinity pool. I swam to the edge and looked out over the beach and ocean. Marion swam up behind me and put her arms around me. "It's beautiful, isn't it." "Mmm, gorgeous." I leaned back, into her. "Tonight's going to be fun, baby. We're going to get all dressed up and hit the club at the pavilion. You're going to be so sexy in the outfit I've chosen for you. All the men will want you even more tonight." Marion moved a hand down my chest, over the black solid twist bandeau bikini top, down my stomach and under the waist band of the black low rise tanga bikini bottoms. She fondled my cock, stretched it to one side and rubbed me. "All the men will want to get their hands in your little panties, you know. But one man will claim the prize. Isn't that right, baby." She pushed my small black bikini bottoms down my legs, and I kicked them off. Marion fondled my cock, stroked me. It felt so good, her small hand like velvet surrounding me, under the water, in the infinity pool overlooking the ocean. "Mmm, but only one man will claim your prize. Your surprise. Who's the man for you, lover? What man comes to mind. Tell me." "Nobody" "Who baby, tell me what man you want." How did she do this to me? How did she get me to this place? Why did I let her? Did I want it to be different? Who, little slut?" "Him. You know." "Tell me who, baby. Tell me what man you want to drop your panties and fall on your back for. Who you want to spread your legs for. Who you want to be a slut for. A whore for." She fondled and stroked me, overhand reverse, underhand, swirled her palm on the head of my cock. I was breathing harder. "Him. The silver haired man. I thought of him." She stroked me, a hand toyed with my ass. "Yes, he's the one, isn't he. Do you want his cock in your mouth? Do you want to take that big spongy head leaking pre-cum into your hot, receptive mouth? Tell me." "Yes." My voice a whisper. I was trying not to come. "Do you want his thick cock invading your tight pussy? Your hungry little hole?" she said and stoked me and pressed her fingers against my hole. "Imagine his pleasure as you urge him on. As he rides you. Fucks you. Uses you. You underneath him, craving him. Begging him to use you. Begging him to come in you. Craving his cum." With her last words she slipped a finger deep into my ass, stoked me harder and I came. I came hard underneath the water in the infinity pool as we looked at the tropical ocean beyond, sparkling in the sunlight. "Oh, God. That was incredible, Marion." "Hmm. Your feminine craving." She gave me one last squeeze, released me and headed for the room. I remained at the edge of the infinity pool, my arms folded on the deck, looking across the beach, across the ocean, across time. I wondered what clothes Marion had chosen for me to wear tonight. I wondered why my heart beat faster when I thought of that man. Of his athletic physique. Of that bulge I saw under his board shorts. Gone before it was fully realized, I flashed a mental image of us standing at the bow of his yacht, hugging me from behind, pressed against me, me against the rail, his cock deep in my ass. Marion had taken my black low rise tanga bikini bottoms with her so I walked across the veranda and into our room wearing only my black solid twist bandeau bikini top, dangly earrings and delicate ankle bracelet. My tanned legs and tummy in stark contrast to the white bikini bottom shaped area. For the rest of the afternoon we sunned, we read, and, later, we napped. We ate a light dinner with other guests in the al fresco restaurant. We were funny and charming. And if the other guests suspected anything about me they were sophisticated or accepting enough not to let on. It does help that I have no discernable Adam's apple, androgynous features and that people simply accept that my voice is sultry and smoky, like some sexy actresses I've seen. Back in the room we did what we do then showered. Squeaky clean, inside and out. It takes getting used to, having no body hair, but I do like it. Like my nails, the lack of hair puts my head in a more graceful, feminine place. Marion redid my nails in a Rusted Red Pepper color, it was called. She has a deft touch with makeup, and after clipping my hair back, enhanced my eyes, cheekbones and mouth. But to look at me you wouldn't say I had on any makeup to speak of. And I'm never a wreck in the morning! Marion fussed with my hair until it looked like I'd just been fucked. And wanted to be fucked again. A somewhat tousled look that managed to be subdued yet stylish. "Okay, baby, let's go see what I've chosen for you tonight." She led me into the bedroom, outside the French doors a bright, full moon, a million diamonds dancing on the sea. On the bed was a cobalt blue sundress. With tiny gold stars sprinkled about. And it was in the same fabulous cut as my to-die-for yellow sundress, which showed me off to perfection. Lacey pale yellow tanga shorts, her favorite style lately, and sheer matching bra. Cobalt blue strappy open-toed four-inch heels. A gold necklace with a delicate artsy sun medallion with yellow and reddish highlights. Some gold bangly bracelets. Ultra sheer thigh high stockings. "Isn't it the perfect ensem for tonight?" "Oh! Marion, I love the outfit. That dress is gorgeous! But why the stockings with a sundress?" She stood behind me, holding my shoulders. "Don't you worry, baby, they're ultra sheer and will show off your luscious legs just fine. They'll hardly even be there. But a man loves sexy stockings on his woman. A man loves to run his hands up that delicate fabric. They love to see that tight band at the top, up near that heavenly place, while their thick, hard cocks push their way inside." "And did you notice the bra and panties match the stars on the dress? He won't notice, but you'll know. You'll know how coordinated you are. Complete. From head to toe, over and under. Something womanly he can never understand or appreciate. But you do, don't you, baby." I smiled. "So let's get it on," she said. Marion dressed while watching me. She like watching me get dressed. Liked seeing me feel the increasing femininity as I enveloped myself in womanly things. I picked up and stepped into the lacey, pale yellow panties and pulled them on, felt the edge of the tanga cut on my firm ass, tucked myself down. I put the matching bra on, reaching behind me to clasp the delicate closure. Such a feminine a move. She held a glass out to me. "Here baby, have some white wine while we dress. Chilled white wine is a nice, sophisticated womanly drink, isn't it." I took a sip, set the glass down and picked up one of the ultra sheer stockings, gathered it with my fingers. Sitting on the edge of the bed I lifted a leg, pointed my manicured toes and began. My cock thickened as I pulled the stocking up, a whispery nothing of a fabric, gossamer, but so symbolic of a woman's femininity, her sexuality, her essence. The hosiery came all the way up, very high. I repeated the process with the other stocking and was amazed at how it floated smoothly up my shapely leg. I stood up and adjusted the hems. High as they were they seemed to be framing my cock, my ass. "Very nice, baby. I like that high look on you. It's like a road to heaven, isn't it. Your man will run his hand up your leg and run out of stocking right at your clit, right at your pussy. You think your man will know what he'll find there?" Marion sipped her wine. "You think he'll care? I smiled and sipped my wine. "Be interesting, wouldn't it. But it won't happen. I'm not even looking, I'm happy with you." We were both wearing panties, only me in bra and stockings. She said she didn't need them tonight. She wasn't out to find a man like I was. "Well, we both know that's not true, don't we. We both know what's on your mind tonight. We both know you'll be looking for the silver haired man. Wanting to seduce him. To make him yours. To take him home and fuck him. Take his hard cock in your hand and lead it to your tight wet holes. Make him come in you. Isn't that right, baby. I know you feel it. The craving." Marion Turns Me Out Ch. 02 I did feel it. I felt desire. I felt desire for Marion, standing three feet away in her panties. I felt desire for a man tonight. A certain man. And I was anxious about it. What would happen. I slipped the sundress over my head, careful not to muss my hair, and let it settle. I looked down at it, held the sides out with my hands. "It's beautiful, Marion. Where did you get it?" "At the same store you got the yellow one. It was in a different color section and when I saw how your eyes lit up at the cut of the yellow dress, I went back and got it later. You look gorgeous. Truly." Smiling widely, I went to her and hugged her tightly. "Thank you. You're wonderful to me." "I just want you to look fabulous for him," she said smiling. I punched her shoulder lightly and sipped my wine. We stood side by side, looking at the reflection of two beautiful women, one with wavy shoulder length auburn hair with highlights and manicured nails painted a Roasted Red Pepper color wearing a spectacular cobalt blue dress with a scattering of gold stars, gold dangly earrings, bangly bracelets, a gold necklace with a delicate artsy sun medallion with yellow and reddish highlights, cobalt blue strappy open-toed four-inch heels and ultra sheer thigh high stockings leading up to a pale yellow tanga panty and, higher up, a matching bra. The other with a magnificent long raven hair and manicured French nails wearing a striking pale green sundress, dangly circular earrings, bangly bracelets, a simple gold necklace of medium thickness, pale green strappy open-toed four-inch heels, a simple gold chain around one ankle, a pale green tanga panty and no bra. We were breathtaking. Walking to the club I felt so feminine and alluring. The wisp of my stockings, the swish of my dress, the tug of my earrings, the sway of my hair across my shoulders, the grip of my panties and bra, the air moving across my hairless arms. It was all so foreign and feminine and comfortable and right. It felt so perfect at this moment in time I barely noticed that nag of doubt always at the edge of perception, that intoxicating cocktail of guilt and shame. We could hear the music before we could see the beachside pavilion. Thatch roof, open on three sides, the fourth housing a kitchen behind a bar. A surprisingly large floor, tables grouped along the outer edges. A glitter ball hung from the center of the ceiling shooting never-ending flecks of light throughout the site, a kaleidoscope of visual noise. Old and new club and dance music, techno, a variety of styles, the common theme being the repetitive bass, hypnotic and mesmerizing in its relentless pulse. Marion and I circled the perimeter path until we were close to the bar, moved in and ordered when it was our turn. "Two Cosmopolitans, please," Marion said. Drinks in hand we turned and looked at the crowd. A good mix of people. Couples, singles, groups. Drinking, dancing, laughing. Happy to be here, enjoying the break from life's normal responsibilities. We found ourselves swaying with the beat of the music. And as I scanned the crowd, sipping my girly drink, my bangly bracelets tinkling with my hand movements, I spotted him. I spotted the handsome silver haired man and I froze. He was looking directly at me from across the floor. He flicked in and out of sight as people passed between us. But he was looking at me. He smiled. I smiled back and Marion was amused. "That sure was quick. I think you two are sniffing each other out. Look at you playing with your hair. Sending him a message. A signal that you want to fuck him. Go talk to him," she shouted in my ear. "I don't know what to say!" "Don't worry about it. Just let it happen. Just give in to your desire and it will happen." "What if he, you know, thinks I'm a real woman." "Impeccable grooming. Outstanding clothes. Fit and in shape. Something tells me you don't have to worry. But if I'm wrong we'll just have to find you another thick cock to satisfy your wet pussy." "Shh! Someone will hear you!" Marion laughed and pushed me toward the handsome silver haired man. My heart was beating so fast. I took a deep breath and went to him, screwing up my courage on the way. "So," I said as I looked up at him, half a head taller even though I wore cobalt blue strappy open-toed four-inch heels. "Here we are," he smiled. I smiled. We simultaneously introduced ourselves. Then laughed. We got it right the second time. He suggested we move away from the noise of the club so we didn't have to shout at one another. After ordering fresh drinks, and seeing Marion beaming at me, I slipped off my shoes and we walked toward the ocean, glittering in the moonlight, the sound of the waves increasing as the music receded. We walked slowly, exchanged the basics, feeling each other out, sipped our drinks. There was chemistry, we both felt it the desire. We heard the music change and looked back, a conga line had started. We smiled. "You know, as eye-catching as your friend is, I can't help but stare at you these past couple of days when I've seen you out," he said. My heart beat faster. I was thrilled. "I have a confession to make as well. I've kept a look out for you, too." "I wonder what that means, us keeping a look out for each other." "Something good, I hope." "Yes. Something good." He paused. "A slow song," he put his glass down and held out a hand. I put my glass and shoes on the sand and took his hand. He put his arm around my back and drew me to him. My head on his shoulder. We swayed and I felt him thicken. I pressed against him, lightly, hoping he wouldn't be able to tell if it was me or simply the way we moved. He'd understand that I didn't back away, though. The song ended. He was about to say something but I laced my hand through the hair above his neck and pulled him down and kissed him. I kissed him hard, my tongue searched out his, advancing, swirling, retreating. "God. I've wanted to do that ever since I saw you at the pool today," I said. "Me too. You beat me by a second, I think." He stroked my hair and I felt wanted. I felt him through his pants, thick, pressing against me. His cock. We both knew where this was leading. We both wanted it to happen. "You need to know something about me," I said, my voice thick, my hand on his chest. "Oh?" I took a deep breath. "I'm not like other girls. You see..." Before I could continue he put a finger on my lips, said gently, "What if I told you I was very open and accepting and, um, quite eclectic in my tastes." "Okay." "Would that work?" I looked up at him, smiled and said, "I guess we'll find out." I kissed him again, a small moan escaped into his mouth. The decision made, I picked up my shoes and glass, he his, and we strolled back to the pavilion hand in hand. Passing the bar area I caught Marion's eye, she looked at me in my cobalt blue sundress with gold stars scattered about, walking hand in hand with my handsome silver haired man, she gave a loving smile and blew me a kiss. She watched me walk away with my man. Before I turned the corner I looked back to see her leaning toward and touching the arm of a beautiful redhead. No stockings or bra for her tonight. Not looking for a man. I smiled. My man and I both felt it. An increasing anticipation. An ever building desire the closer we got to the privacy of his room. We walked faster. An impossible craving that we could not contain and we laughed and ran the last fifteen yards to his door. He fumbled with his card key, finally opened the door, we rushed in and he was mine. I was frantic, crazy with need and I pulled his lips to mine with both hands. He grabbed me, one arm around my small back and the other on my ass, pulling me hard against him. I ground against him and felt our tongues clash. I liked his taste. My fingers felt clumsy and I couldn't unbutton his shirt fast enough. I got several buttons down and finally yanked it over his head. I ran my fingers through his chest hair, pinched a nipple, put it in my mouth, bit it and heard him moan. He his hands were all over me. He tried to pull my dress off but I slapped his hands away. I kissed him desperately while I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, pulled his zipper down and shoved his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He stepped out of them while I kissed him and fondled his cock and balls. Once naked I pushed him down on the bed, his feet on the floor. I felt my hair sway, my earrings tug as I took his long, thick cock into my mouth. I closed my eyes and moaned with desire and sucked his cock. I pinched his nipples. I took his balls into my mouth and jacked his cock with my soft hand with manicured reddish nails. It pleased me to hear his moans and gasps. I stroked his cock, wet with my saliva, pushed a leg back and licked his rear. I barely heard him say, "Oh my God," while I licked and kissed his hole. Wet and slick my pointed tongue broke through. I reveled in the pleasure I was giving him. I licked his balls then up the length of his thick cock, closed my mouth over it and swooped down until my nose touched skin. Again and again. I was breathing hard, I loved the snap of my hair as I sucked the handsome silver haired man's cock. I wormed a finger into his ass and massaged his prostate, heard a loud moan and felt him come in my mouth. I felt his cock throb and pulse and jets of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed his precious gift. I was breathing hard. I stood up, pulled my dress off and threw it to the side. "God, that was amazing," he said as I peeled off my pale yellow tanga panties, knowing full well he knew my surprise. I was as hard as I'd ever been. He smiled as I climbed over him, wearing only my ultra sheer stockings and sheer pale yellow bra. I straddled him and he pulled me down and kissed me. It was electrifying. His tongue was everywhere in my mouth. Marion had prepared me well tonight and I reached down and placed the tip of his thick, hard cock at my entrance and he was in. My tall, handsome silver haired man was finally deep in my ass and it was as glorious as Marion said it would be. I sat on that long, thick, hard cock and rocked it in and out. I loved the spongy hardness that just can't be duplicated with a dildo. I leaned down and kissed him while I rode his cock. "God, yes. That feels so good." My voice thick with passion. My lips next to his ear. "Anything," I rasped. "Anything you want. Fuck me hard. Use me. I'm yours." He moaned and grabbed my ass. He snapped his hips, burying his cock deep in my ass then out again, over and over. I ran my hands though this hair kissed his face all over and nibbled his neck and earlobe. I sat up, hands on his chest, found his nipples and played with them as I ground against him. I was moaning and grunting with his pace. He rolled us over and I threw my legs out and he fucked me. A few quick thrusts and he pulled out and pushed at my side. I scrambled to my hands and knees and he filled me again and I welcomed the thick pressure. It was so good. My body bounced back and forth, my hair whipping, my earrings and necklace swaying and tugging, my cock slapping my stomach. On my knees getting fucked like a woman. As I wondered if he liked my tan lines, a random thought, he grabbed my shoulder length auburn hair and pale yellow bra strap and yanked back. I felt the straps dig into my shoulders and yelled as my head snapped up and I slammed against him over and over. I wanted him deeper. I wanted his thick, long cock deeper inside of me. I laid my head on the bed, reached back with both hands and spread myself wider, anything to get him deeper. He grabbed my arms for leverage and rammed into me, heavy breathing, grunting and moaning, the wet slap of bodies colliding. He whipped me onto my back, towered over me for a moment. My legs wide, toes pointed toward the ceiling as I had been taught, I angled my pelvis and felt him enter me and bottom out, felt his heavy balls smack against me. I reached up and pulled him to me and kissed my silver haired man, our tongues loving the dance. I grunted into his mouth. "Yes," I cried. "Fuck me. Harder!" He shoved my legs onto his shoulders, leaned down over me and my ultra sheer stockings whispered the shift. I was doubled up. My cock was hard and I was leaking pre-cum. His hips slapped against me, a hypnotic, mesmerizing rhythm. I was delirious. I was so close. I wanted his cum. "Come for me, baby. Come in me. Give me your cum." He groaned loudly, hammered against me even harder, pushed my knees to the bed, splaying me and I tried to get even wider so he could go deeper. He fucked me harder and I heard him yell and felt him come in my ass and it sent me over the edge and I came. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure roared through my body and I cried out over and over until had passed. He lay on me and I could feel his heart beating. I held him there. I wanted his weight, the presence, the security. It took a long time to catch our breath. I felt him shrink and withdraw. "Oh my God," he said between heavy breaths. "I've never..." More breathing. "Never in my life... Incredible." Eyes closed, I smiled. "I know what you mean. Me too." After a few minutes. "How did you know? About me, I mean," I murmured in his ear. I could feel him smile. "I didn't. But I wondered when you said I should know something about you. I was even more intrigued by you then." "What do you mean?" He rolled off of me, lay beside me. "Well, I did tell you that my tastes were eclectic. So, really, it didn't matter. I'm happy as can be. I'd have been just as happy if you were female female. I actually liked the suspense of not knowing. Go figure." I smiled. "Mmm, lucky me." "But now that I know, well, even better." "What do you mean?" "Later." "My handsome silver haired mystery man, huh?" "You're one to talk." I laughed. We were spent. Some more small talk and, limbs entwined, we simply drifted off into an exhausted sleep. The sun broke over the horizon and made its way through the French doors and flowed over my face, waking me from a dream about yachts and Marion and handsome, silver haired men. He was behind me, spoon fashion. I wriggled my ass against him, a circular motion, and felt him harden. He was either asleep or pretending, it didn't matter. I gathered saliva in my hand, wet him, shifted and worked his thick, hard cock into my ass. I smiled as I thought of Marion's comments while I took him in deep. I rocked my hips, fucking his cock. "Mmm, that's nice. I can't think of a better way to wake up," he murmured and picked up our gentle rhythm. He reached around and fondled and stroked me and we worked slowly, in concert, and we came together, a satisfying end to a lazy, sweet, morning fuck. I licked his fingers and sighed. He slipped out of me and I missed the fullness. He got out of bed. I admired his body and tight ass as he walked to the bathroom. I heard him pee, flush, wash up, brush his teeth. Then it was my turn and I did the same. I took off my bangly bracelets and the gold necklace with a delicate artsy sun medallion with yellow and reddish highlights. I took off my sheer pale yellow bra and ultra sheer stockings. Ran my manicured reddish nails through my hair and I looked outstanding according to my reflection. He was laying in bed when I walked back in wearing only my dangly earrings and feminine tan lines. The sun was bright across the dazzling blue ocean. "You look as beautiful this morning as you did last night. Absolutely gorgeous." "Thank you," I said and snuggled against him. "You're not too bad yourself." He smiled and trailed his fingers over me. Tracing my tan lines working lower. He skirted around my cock, teasing. He kissed my eyes, ears, cheeks, lips, neck. He stopped at my nipples and spent time on my breasts. "Feels good," I said and cradled his head, noting my reddish nails as they ran through his silver hair. My handsome man worked his way down my stomach and I gasped when he took me into his hot mouth. He worked my cock with tongue and hands, bringing me to the brink, but never over. He finally rose up, kissed me and I tasted my pre-cum. "I want you to do something for me," he said. "Mmm, what's that?" He reached for a bottle lube from the night stand and smiled at me. "Aha! So that's what you meant," I said, took the lube and kissed him. Minutes later I was fucking my tall, handsome silver haired man with my, thick, hard cock. I fucked my man in the missionary position and he looked up at me, at my wavy shoulder length auburn hair, dangly earrings and feminine tan lines. I fucked my man and he fucked me back, moaning and groaning and telling me how good my cock felt, how good I was fucking him. I dipped a finger to his hard cock and fed him pre-cum and came deep inside his ass. I kissed him then I took him in my mouth and made him come. I kissed him and we shared his love until he swallowed it all. I lay on his chest and we caressed each other tenderly. The afterglow was strong. As I gathered my belongings we joked about the "walk of shame." He came to my rescue by lending me a white t-shirt and reddish shorts that matched my nails and made me happy. We hugged at the doorstep, kissed. I ran my fingers through his hair and said, "I had a wonderful time, my handsome silver haired man. You have no idea. I'll see you later?" "You have no idea," he said and hugged me tighter momentarily, for emphasis. "I had an amazing time. You are extraordinary. Of course I'll see you later." He smiled down at me and stroked my cheek with his thumb. I walked away and, after a few feet, flicked my hair out of the way as I turned my head and said over my shoulder, "I'm going to introduce you to Marion. I think we'll have a lot of fun together." I could feel his eyes on me, on my ass, until I was out of sight. I entered our room and Marion paused mid-sip, put down the glass of papaya juice, laid the newspaper she was reading on the table, rose and gave me a tender hug. She wore pale blue lacy tanga panties and no bra. She looked spectacular. Arms outstretched she held me at arms length, smiled lovingly at me, stroked my wavy shoulder length auburn hair with highlights and said, "So how was your evening, baby? How was your evening out with your handsome silver haired man?" I smiled back, pulled her to me, kissed her and whispered in her ear, "It was quite an outing, Marion, quite an outing." ********** I hope you enjoyed my story. Please take a moment to vote and leave a comment. Let me know what you think of it.