5 comments/ 96713 views/ 16 favorites Pink Panties By: Trialbasis My name is Cindy and I love being a mature woman who knows what she wants and what she likes. I love to read while listening to soft classical music. I love the early mornings before the world has had a chance to come alive. I love a cup of coffee out on my deck in the afternoon sun. And I love to dress my men in panties. There is something about a hard cock pressing against the soft silky fabric of a pair of sexy panties that makes me wet and horny beyond all reason. I particularly like to have him stand in front of me while I'm sitting in a chair or on the edge of the bed so that his cock is directly in front of my face. A hard cock is a beautiful thing to look at and to play with. It must be shaved of course. I can't resist a smooth hairless piece of man meat. You haven't really lived until you've taken a man's hairless balls into your mouth and rolled them around on your tongue. The men I've known could never resist a woman's offer to shave their cocks. Once a cock is smooth and hard a man can really appreciate the feel of a pair of my panties wrapped around him. Sometimes, before I slip them up his legs, I'll hold them against his face so he can smell my excitement. When I'm very aroused, and it doesn't take much, my pussy juice soaks the crotch of my panties and any man with a nose for sex can spot me across a crowded room. When I get him alone I will kneel in front of him and gently kiss his cock as he steps into my 'fresh' smelly panties. Once his cock and balls are encased in silk or nylon I'll sit down again and have him move next to me so I can do as I please. I run my hands over his ass to feel the soft material or if he is wearing a thong run my finger up the crack of his ass. I lean forward and kiss his cock through the material. I like it when he holds my head to his crotch and I take him in my mouth to show my appreciation. By now the head of his cock is usually sticking out of the top or side of the panties and I will swallow it whole taking him fully into my mouth. After a few minutes of intense cock sucking I will rub his hard wet dick all over my face. Depending on what I want, I'll either have him cum in my mouth and wait until he has recovered for a long slow fuck or I'll stop and have him give me some oral treatment of my own. One way or another we always need a shower when we're done. A while back when I wasn't seeing anyone, I was surfing the net checking out some the men in panties sites. There are some great sites where men post pictures of themselves dressed in their favorite panties or perhaps those of their wife or girlfriend. Sometimes they will post movie clips of themselves masturbating and I love to watch them shoot a load of cum into a pair of panties. Recently I was surfing one site and came across a set of pictures of a guy who I thought I recognized but I wasn't sure. Guys don't usually display their face so all you have to go on is a hard cock. But in this case there was something more, a little scar on his belly shaped like a check mark. I studied the scar and then looked at the furnishings in some of the pictures. The cock so proudly displayed in the pictures was about 7" long and very thick. His balls were tightly packed and it looked like he was carrying a heavy load of wet sticky cum. The guy was wearing a pair of bright pink panties that were trimmed with lace. Some of the pictures showed his cock sticking out the side while others had it completely covered. I really liked the one that showed his hot ass reflected in a mirror. I was almost positive that this guy was my neighbor and I was determined to find out. Ed moved in about a year ago but I had a guy then so I never thought about him as a prospective panty pal. He is about 45, divorced and on his own. We would spend some time chatting across the fence and I would steal a few glances when he was doing some yard work and had removed his shirt. That's when I noticed his scar. I asked him about it one day and he told me that it was really two scars that ended up in the shape of a notepad check mark. As I studied the image on the screen I could see that this was the same mark. There were about ten good quality pictures so I copied all of them to my iPod photo. Just in case it was Ed's cock in the pictures I wanted to be ready. I planned my seduction carefully and selected a very sexy pair of panties to wear under a short almost see through sun dress. I decided not to wear a bra so that Ed would have a good view of my ample chest. Even if it wasn't Ed in the photos I was so horny now that I wanted to fuck him anyway. The panty play would just be a bonus. I finished dressing, checked myself in the mirror, grabbed a soiled pair of panties and headed next door. I rang the bell and waited a few minutes for Ed to answer the door. Ed looked a little disheveled when he finally let me in. "Cindy, come on in. I was just doing some work in the office, give me a minute to save it and I'll be right with you." Ed went through the kitchen and into the small office he maintained as a work at home tax break. I followed and sat at the kitchen table to wait. I placed my new iPod photo on the table so that Ed would be sure to see it. Ed is a techno junkie. He has just about every electronic toy on the market and I knew he couldn't resist a chance to check it out. Ed was back in a minute and he put on a fresh pot of coffee. "So Cindy what's new with you?" "Not a lot," I replied. "I was just sitting at home and thought I would come over and say hello. Anything new with you?" Ed walked over and sat down across form me. "No, not really. "Work is busy as usual and I'm trying to finish a proposal to upgrade the office network and improve our security. We've had some hackers lately and they almost got through to the main data base, which would not have been good." We spent some time engaged in casual small talk until the coffee was ready. As we sat there discussing nothing of any real interest I casually reached over and moved my IPod so that Ed would notice it. "That's new," he said. "When did you pick this up?" "The other day. I was looking for a music player but I really liked the photo option so I got this." "Can I have a look?" I passed him the iPod went to stand behind him so I could show him some of the features. I also wanted to be ready when he opened the panty pictures. I had put a couple of others in front so that the first thing he saw wasn't his own cock. I placed my hands on the back of his chair and leaned forward which gave Ed a nice view of my breasts down the front of my sun dress. Ed looked a little embarrassed but he didn't turn away until he had a good long look at my twin 38's. I moved one hand to his shoulder and showed him how to view the photos. As the first photo filled the small screen Ed seemed to be torn between wanting to check out the iPod and checking out my tits. He kept turning toward me to ask a question or say something about the iPod. He flipped through about three pictures and then the first of the pantied cock photos appeared. I was watching him closely to see his reaction and I knew right away that he was looking at his own cock. Ed froze. His hands began to tremble slightly but he tried to keep it under control. "I really like the next one," I whispered into his ear. "You have a beautiful cock and it looks so delicious in those pink panties" Ed seemed to relax and I reached around his neck to click to the next image. My breasts were against the side of his head and I used my hand to press him to my chest. "How did you know that these were of me?" "I wasn't 100% sure but your scar is pretty unique so I took a chance." I turned his face toward mine and leaned forward to kiss him softly on the lips. "I want to see you in those panties." Ed didn't move and I wanted to make sure that he knew that everything was ok and that I really wanted to see him in a pair of sexy panties. I took the used pair out of my pocket and rubbed his cheek and then held them to his face so he could breathe in my musty aroma. Looking him in the eye I told him that I loved to dress a guy in panties and that his cock made me very wet and horny. "We can swap panties if you like" I said. "Which ones do you prefer, these or the the ones under my dress?" I stood up and lifted my dress so he could see the almost sheer thong that barely covered my smooth wet pussy. Ed wasted no time and buried his face between my legs licking and sucking on the sopping crotch of my thong. I held him there for a while and enjoyed the attention he was giving my panty covered cunt. My clit was swollen and his tongue found it immediately. Ed wrapped his lips around my little love bud and I felt the twinge of a mini orgasm pulse through my pussy and a shiver swept through my whole body. I closed my eyes and let his talented tongue do its work. I placed one foot on the seat of a chair so Ed could have full access to my love canal. He grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me tight against his face. I was on the verge of exploding and placed both hands on his shoulders for balance. I felt the orgasm building and knew it would be a wonderful wet release when it finally came. My legs began to shake and Ed wrapped an arm around my ass to keep me from falling over. Without any further warning I came and Ed drank in the juices that flowed from my hot wet pussy. I could hardly breathe as wave after wave consumed me. Ed kept his open mouth glued to my quivering quim and I slowly came back to reality. I can honestly say that that was one to the top three orgasms of my entire life and I knew that we had only begun to explore each other sexually. Ed sat back in his chair and looked into my half closed eyes. I smiled and stradled his lap to sit down. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my still pulsing inner folds and I wanted to have it inside me. But first I wanted to see him in the pink panties that he wore in the pictures. I told him to take me to his bedroom and to get naked so that I could see his lovely cock in person. If his cock skills were anything like his oral skills I was going to have the fuck of my life before the day was through. "I want you to put on the pink panties and then stand beside the bed so I can examine you closely." As Ed removed his clothes I got my first look at his shaved hard cock. It was about 7" of the most beautiful erect manhood that I could have wished for. He stood directly in front of me and slipped the lacy pink panties up his thighs and covered his cock as best he could but the panties were far too small to cover it completely. I reached forward and adjusted the panty so that his balls were encased in the nylon crotch but the head of his cock was sticking out above the elastic waist. I kissed the hot purple head of his thick hard cock and licked the outline it made in the pink panties. I wanted to suck him and please him as he had pleased me but I also wanted to have him fuck me fast and hard. I cupped his balls and took his cock into my mouth savoring the delicious taste that seeped from the small slit at the tip of his cock. I knew that he would cum if I didn't stop so I gave him one last long suck and released him. Without saying another word I lay back and spread my legs pulling my panties to one side. Ed slipped his cock out the side of his panties and got on top of me. I grabbed his cock and guided it into my still wet hole. My cunt ached for his cock and I felt every inch as Ed pushed his hardness into me. The heat between our bodies was intense and Ed began to pound my cunt in rhythmic thrusts that were almost primal. He buried his face into my neck and wrapped his arms around me as his thrusts became faster and more deliberate. Ed was going to cum soon and all I wanted was to feel him shoot inside me. I whispered into his ear for him to cum. I told him to fill me with is sperm, to shoot his cum deep inside my cunt. I lost control of myself and let loose a stream of verbal lust telling Ed to fuck me and fuck me hard. Ed gave a final thrust and then he arched his back and came with such intensity that I could feel each and every pulsing release of his thick load of cum. Ed collapsed on top of me and I held him close until I felt his cock slip free and his cum begin to run down the inside of my thighs. I wanted Ed to know that I loved what he gave me and I gently rolled him to the side and went down to clean the sticky remains from his cock. I took him fully into my mouth to get the last of the cum that was still flowing from his cock. I then licked the area under his balls and finished by sucking on each one in turn. I swallowed everything and moved up so that Ed and I were face to face. He smiled and we lay still for a long time. Ed and I are now very much in love and we will likely tie the knot soon. What ever happens in the future I know that panties will always be a part of our daily lives. Pink Panties It all started with a pair of pink panties. It was sometime after midnight when Jo arrived home from being on-call at the local hospital. She'd received a phone call several hours earlier about a bleeder and had to rush in. Recently her workload had become almost unbearable, but we needed the money so she was working her sexy curvaceous ass off. By the time she got home I was fast asleep. But I didn't stay that way for long. Subconsciously, in that state halfway between being asleep and awake, I felt my cock being sucked. I began to moan enjoying what I thought was some kind of erotic dream. But as my cock hardened and I felt fingers flick my nipples I woke up fully aroused. "Jo, it's...2 a.m.." I said, looking at my iPhone. "Can't this wait until morning?" "No it really can't. I'm horny as hell. Fuck me now or I'm going back to work to find someone who will!" The first thing that shocked me was the expletive. Jo hardly ever swears. And the second was the threat she was making - looking in her eyes I believed she was deadly serious. "What's got into you?" I asked, both aghast and now perversely turned on by my new hot sexy wife. "Wouldn't you like to know?!" Fully awake now, heart pounding in my chest, I watched as Jo unbuttoned her white blouse and unzipped her sexy black skirt to reveal a pink Wonderbra, new outrageously sexy pink satin and lace panties - that I'd never seen her wear before, and a pair of black fishnet stockings. She turned around on the bed and waved her sexy ass at me. "Like to know what?" I finally managed. "What or rather who, has been inside your naughty wife?" "You're such a tease when you're in this mood Dr Hottie." "Oh my sissy hubby I was Dr Naughty tonight." "No you weren't you went in to sort out a bleeder." "No, I went in to help some of my colleagues who were very swollen." I laughed. Sometimes Jo can be delightfully naughty. It doesn't bother me, but I had noticed she was starting to say things like this far more frequently before sex. It seemed to get her quite turned on, and it was just a bit of harmless fun. However, this time she seemed a little more serious and when she put her hand down her panties and started fingering herself I was taken aback. I'd never witnessed her be this outrageously naughty before.I instinctively grabbed my cock and gave it a gentle rub. "Oh you like that do you hubby?" "Might do, Dr Hottie, you certainly do it expertly." "That's what the guys said earlier." "Oh I see. What guys were these Jo?" I asked, a little nervously. "Well, there was Richard the new guy; Jonathan my line manager; Thomas the sexy hot Asian guy; and James...oh James." "James, the 55 year old back surgeon?" "Oh sissy hubby he may be 55 but he's a fucking stud and he came in my pussy like a 20 year old...Would you like to lick his cum off my finger?" Jo buried two fingers in her pussy and raised them first to my nose and then my lips. I knew she was bluffing, but played along watching how intensely aroused she was becoming. But then I inhaled what certainly smelled like not only my hot wife's gorgeous pussy scent, but something else, something foreign, something fishy. Shocked and appalled, I nevertheless let my tongue scoop up a tiny amount of the heady fragrance. Jo, gasped with pleasure - deeply aroused that I had been brave or stupid enough to follow her perverse instruction. I was horrified. My wife, my gorgeous sexy wife had fucked another guy, maybe several. But before I had time to react, Jo pulled my boxers down and started rubbing my cock. Then she slid her panties off and caressed the delicate material over my nipples - she does this occasionally and it always drives me crazy. Then she raised the panties to my nose. The fragrance of cum and my wife's pussy juices were intoxicating. I was so angry, but started to feel overcome with desire. Then she slid the panties over my thighs - the new, cum soaked, pink satin and lace panties, and squatted over my face still rubbing my now engorged cock that was begging for relief. "Lick me out my crossdressing sissy hubby, eat James' cream pie from you wife. Your very hot, very naughty wife who got fucked by four guys tonight and loved every minute of it." It was like being hit by an erotic tornado. I was hurt, bruised, but overcome with lust. I'd never wore women's underwear before, but the material felt amazing - I loved the feel of the satin on my ass and ball sac and the lace trim on my cock. Jo was winning this battle for perversion. A battle to spice up our sex life and I felt helpless to resist her sordid behaviour. So, gently at first, I licked her pussy a little frightened that I'd start to gag. But as Jo moaned with delight and intense pleasure I grew more confident and gave in to the debauchery of the situation, plunging my tongue into her pussy and actually beginning to savour the taste of another guy's cum raining down from my wife's sexy pussy hole into my mouth. "Oh that's fucking delicious hubby, you sexy crossdressing sissy. You fucking cuckold. I bet you'd like to put James' cock in your mouth wouldn't you or feel it in your ass, like I felt it in my pussy." It was then that I really went over to the dark side. "Yes, Jo, I mean Dr Hottie, yes I really would," I managed through another salty mouthful. "I want to feel James' cock in my mouth and in my arse and I want to put my cock in a tranny." Jo loved this. And started grinding down on my face now begging me to hit her clitoris with my tongue and James' cum. I was desperate to please her - completely overwhelmed with her naughtiness and my own desire to climax. "Oh hubby that's so fucking naughty and you can be sure he'd fuck you as good as he fucked me...fuck me, fuck me. fuck me sissy hubby, right there. Oh fuck, you great big sissy pervert!" Jo exploded like fireworks on the 4th of July. Moments later - as she rubbed my cock a couple more time I erupted too firing jets of cum onto her tits which she made me lick up before we both fell into a deep sleep. THE NEXT DAY I awoke, alone, still wearing the pink panties. I felt embarrassed and ashamed. Immediately I removed the panties and tossed them aside. I called out for Jo, but there was no reply. She must have left for work early again I figured. I tumbled into the shower. The hot water and ginseng shower gel washed away the smell of sex and some of the shame I was feeling. By the time I'd stepped out of the bathroom I was determined that I would never let Jo manipulate me into her newly discovered perversions again. I was going to be in charge of our sex lives from now on...just then I received a text message: MORNING MY LITTLE CROSSDRESSER, YOU LOOKED SO HOT IN MY PINK PANTIES LAST NIGHT. SO HOT I JUST HAD TO SHOW JAMES THE PICTURES I TOOK WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING...HE GOT SO TUNED ON BY YOU THAT I HAD TO GIVE HIS COCK A LITTLE RUB AND KISS. ANYWAY HE AND SOME OF THE NURSES - AFTER SEEING THE PICTURES - WANT TO COME OVER TONIGHT AND PLAY WITH US BOTH. MAKE SURE YOU'RE WEARING THE PINK PANTIES...NO NEED TO WASH THEM! Dr Hottie xx I frantically texted back: JO, TELL ME YOU'RE JOKING? Next moment...Jo sends half a dozen pictures back of me wearing the pink panties. In one of them she has her pink rampant rabbit vibrator hovering over my ass and in another a black dildo (that I didn't even know she owned) is seen on my lips. And then this message: YOU LOOK SO FUCKING HOT IN THOSE PINK PANTIES...WE CAN'T WAIT TO FUCK YOU IN THEM TONIGHT...James & All the gay nurses...p.s YOUR WIFE IS SUCH A GREAT FUCK, WHAT A PUSSY SHE HAS! xxxx Then one final picture arrived of Jo, wearing the now infamous pink panties, bent over her desk at work and getting fucked by three guys all wearing panties and stockings. It was this picture that sent me over the edge. My wife looked so sexy, so perverse, so hot, and was clearly enjoying herself. Two young guys - probably around late 20s - had their cocks inside her pussy and a third, a very good looking guy in his fifties that I suspected was James and who was wearing a gorgeous pair of black satin panties, was receiving oral. Jo was wearing a basque, black stockings and the pink panties had been moved aside so the other two guys, who looked liked ripped personal trainers, could access her pussy. Jo was radiant with beauty and debauchery and was smiling like a porn star directly into the camera. I picked the pink panties up from the floor, sniffed the cum stained gusset and put them on. The silky material felt great and once more I was lost in a sea of lust. I began masturbating looking at the picture of my wife being fucked by three really hot guys. Any jealousy disappeared as her hypnotic smile drew me in to her parlour game of desire. Checking the time I knew I'd be late for work if I didn't stop. So I reluctantly stopped rubbing my cock and dressed for work, but in a moment of madness I decided to leave the panties on. As soon as I got to the office, I knew I'd made a mistake. I felt like all the other guys were staring and laughing at me. Somehow I got through the day and, with it being Friday, left early. I made my way home through heavy traffic hoping I wouldn't be involved in an accident and have to be rushed to hospital where my guilty pink panty secret would be exposed. Though my very next thought was maybe that'd be okay, I'd probably end up in my wife's hospital where James and the hot gay nurses worked. Fuck, what's happening to me? I was losing my mind. I had to bring this insanity to an end. Parking the car I rushed into the house and was just stripping everything off when a new text message arrived: THOUGHT MY HOLD ON YOU MIGHT BE WEARING OFF A BIT. SO I"M GOING TO SEND YOU SOME PHOTOS EVERY 15-20 MINUTES OR SO TO KEEP YOU STIFF, HARD, AND IN MY GRIP...Dr Hottie xxxx I waited, sat on the edge of our bed, wearing just the pink panties, for the first picture to download...When it arrived I was instantly turned on again. It was a picture of a very sexy crossdresser bent over Jo's desk wearing a nurse's uniform and a pair of purple stockings, a push-up purple bra and matching ruffled purple panties. Jo was stood behind him dressed in a black micro skirt, fishnet stockings and an ivory bra that really accentuated her full 34DD tits, and...she was wearing a strap-on black dildo. The crossdresser's uniform was hitched up and the dildo was approaching his sexy ass. Ten minutes later... The second picture showed Jo, my wife, my hot, sexy, perverted wife, fucking the crossdresser with the dildo...I reached for my cock. There was something so unbelievably and undeniably erotic about the picture that I found all my defences disintegrating and being replaced by an animal desire for both Jo and the sexy crossdresser. Twenty minutes later... The third picture showed the reverse. Jo was now over her desk and the crossdresser was shown with his cock at the entrance to my wife's glistening pussy... A few minutes later... The fourth picture was what I'd expected, the crossdresser was now fucking my wife. I loved the picture. They looked like two lesbians having sex. I had to stop rubbing my cock. I knew, instinctively, that if I didn't halt I'd cum like an express train and all feelings of lust would vanish. I went and had some dinner. Halfway way through a final picture and message arrived... The picture showed Jo with two young guys, mid twenties, Jo's 41 now. They looked like models. Jo was wearing a pair of white satin lace panties and her favourite medieval like ivory coloured bra. The two Herculean models were wearing very short, tight Calvin Klein boxer shorts. Jo had hold of their mammoth cocks - you could see their pre-cum - and one of the studs was kissing my wife his tongue dancing with hers. The other Greek god was fingering Jo and had one her tits engorged in his mouth. You could tell Jo was in ecstasy. The picture, had a magnetic effect on me. Twenty four hours earlier I would have been incandescent with rage. Hurt, angry, upset thinking our marriage was over. Now, now I felt hypnotised, drawn into this strange erotic fantasy world of my gorgeous wife. Of all the pictures she'd sent me this was the one that made me the most jealous. These guys were simply gorgeous. Hot as hell. A husband's worst nightmare. But..but..Jo, my Jo, my incredibly naughty, sexy wife Jo...looked as if she was loving the attention, and part of me, part of me wanted to watch the live show! Jo's text only added to that hunger... SO...THE JUNIOR DOCTORS POPPED IN TODAY, THEY WERE BOTH VERY SWOLLEN SO I HAD TO DO SOMETHING TO BRING THEIR SWELLING DOWN...HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND Your very naughty wife, Dr Hottie xxxx FRIDAY NIGHT It was after nine by the time Jo arrived home. I scrolled through the pictures so many times, getting increasingly turned on, that eventually I'd put on a pair of her stockings as well. That's how she found me. Lying on the bed, still wearing the pink panties, regaled now in her black stockings looking at the pictures she sent me. At first, even she looked slightly surprised. But then there was a eureka moment. I spotted it in her eyes. "So my sissy crossdressing husband, you like wearing my lingerie hey?" "Yes, Jo, I think I do." "That's Dr Hottie to you." "Yes, Dr Hottie." "That's better...Now let's complete the picture before the guys arrive. I've given them one of our spare keys so they can let themselves in." Jo kissed me full on the lips and made me sit facing the bedroom mirror. She adorned me in a pink silk bra that tickled my nipples and made my cock grow ever harder. Then she shuffled me into a knee length black leather skirt that felt wonderful against the red stockings I was wearing. Finally, she put some black mascara on my eyelids and pink lip gloss. She kissed me again. And the feeling of kissing my wife while we were both wearing lipstick aroused me still further. She applied some more and handed me the stick. "In case you run out," She explained. Jo slipped into a black and red basque, high heels, fisnet stockings and a pair of black crotchless panties. I wanted to make love to her right there and then. But she restrained me. "Calm down my sissy whore, don't want you making a mess of that skirt...Now who's in charge tonight?" "You are Dr Hottie." "Good. And who's my sissy tart?" "I am, Dr Hottie." "And who's going to learn how to be a sluttty cocksucker tonight?" Suddenly my heart started pounding in my chest. Jo was leading me down an erotic perverted road I had no control over. I didn't want to suck another guy's cock...Did I?" "Who's going to be my little sissy tranny cocksucker tonight?" Jo demanded. "I am Dr Hottie." "That's better, you can kiss my pussy mound for that." I did and was about to start cunnilingus when I heard the door downstairs open and what sounded like a menagerie of cacophonous voices pile in. My heart thumped louder than I'd ever heard it before. "Right sissy tranny hubby, let's go and welcome our guests." I followed Jo down the stairs. I could feel my head spinning and I had to cling to the bannister rail for support. When I finally reached the hallway I spotted at least four of Jo's work colleagues that I'd met on previous occasions: Scott, a gorgeous thirty year old gynaecologist that Jo was always going on about, Richard, a relatively new colleague, blonde hair flopping over his chiselled square jaw, Thomas - a stunning looking Asian guy who wouldn't have looked out of place on a Bollywood movie set, and James the 55 year old back surgeon who looked like Dr Kildare. Each one of them greeted Jo by kissing her full, passionately, on the lips. Behind them stood the Greek gods - Jo introduced them as Jessie and Mark. They too kissed my wife hard. And then, I saw one very sexy woman wearing very tarty clothes - short skirt,spiked stilettos,stockings and a chemise. It was only when I looked really close that I realised "she" was a man. But a very hot crossdressing man.. My cock stirred in my pink panties. Soon the drinks were flowing. Jo put some music on and started dancing, she was soon joined by Jessie and Mark. The three of them dancing rhythmically, Jo swinging her hips from side to side like a metronome and then twerking, grinding her sexy curvaceous ass into Jessie's crotch, running her hands all over Mark's masculine chest. The guys were wearing very tight designer jeans and white and grey tee shirts. They started kissing Jo on the neck, back and fondling her tits. She gasped with pleasure and although jealousy threatened to overwhelm me when the tranny started doing the same to me the green eye monster vanished and was replaced with lust. Jo removed Jessie and Mark's tops, and then beckoned me over. I was torn - enjoying the attention of Helena, the tranny, and pleasing my sassy wife. She won. "Take off Jessie and Mark's jeans for me sissy hubby." I didn't hesitate for a second, something like an hallucinogenic drug had infused me and much as I wanted to get back to Helena, I wanted to see - close up - these hunky guys naked. They'd looked so gorgeous in the pictures Jo had texted to me, I felt a strange desire for them. This only increased when, much to everyone's appreciation - especially Jo's, I answered my wife's request. Jessie and Mark were wearing those small tight Calvin Klein boxer shorts I had seen in the pictures earlier. Their enormous cocks were so big the tips of them peered over the tops of their shorts. I felt myself gasp. Little ripples of applause rang out from the other guys. Clearly impressed or perhaps enjoying the increase in sexual tension in the room. "Now, sissy hubby take off their boxers...slowly." Hypnotised, I followed Jo's instructions. First removing Jessie's boxers and then Mark's...their cocks bobbed and danced in front of me like gigantic drumsticks. I felt the urge to touch them, to kiss them, to taste their bulbous heads. My head was swimming with insane lust. I could understand, to some extent, my attraction for Helena - unless you really looked hard there was no way you'd ever guess he was a guy. But as Jessie and Mark stood there - cocks like truncheons - manly, masculine, pre-cum glistening - you couldn't mistake them for anything other than REAL MEN, rock stars, gods. And yet, though I'd never had any gay feelings before, something possessed me. And Jo spotted it immediately. "Oh boys I think my sissy hubby likes you. I think he's got the hots for you. I think my sissy faggot would like your cocks in his mouth and in his man pussy...Is that right sissy hubby?" My heart sank, I felt humiliated, but my own stiff cock and lustful eyes had betrayed me. I mumbled a reply. "Sorry, what was that my little tart?" "Yes, Dr Hottie. I'd like to play with Jessie's and Mark's cocks...in fact..." "Yes, my little sissy?" "I'd like to play with all the cocks here tonight." A huge cry of celebration arose. "Told you this would work James," Jo said to the silver haired, strapping back surgeon. "As my secretary said...it always works Jo." James replied. I wasn't too sure what that meant...though later I'd find out. For now, amidst the cries of delight, Jo colleagues - led by Jessie and Mark - carried her up the stairs to our bedroom. I followed like a demented pervert desperate to see the next act in the unfolding drama. Jessie and Mark had place Jo on the bed - they were now fondling and licking her tits. James was kissing her lips - their tongues pirouetting from one side of their mouths to the other - probing for sensuality. Watching my wife kiss another man should have made the red mist of boiling anger rain down on me, but with Helena - the crossdresser now stroking my nipples, I felt hugely turned on by my wife's actions. Scott, certainly - even including Jessie and Mark - the most attractive man in the room, was running his hand up Jo's thighs. When he reached the top he placed two fingers around the rim of her panties and pulled them down. My heart skipped a beat. Jo could see this was exciting me. I loved the attention she was getting. I knew our lives could never be the same after this, but I didn't care. Scott and the rest of the men - except for Helena and I - removed their clothes now. And that was the signal for the orgy to really begin. Pink Panties Richard, together with Scott, knelt in front of Jo and started licking her clitoris. Jessie, Mark and James continued to fondle her tits and kiss her lips. Helena was now kissing and licking my ass - it was driving me crazy. When he stood me and faced me - with Jo propped up on pillows lost in her own pleasure zone, but still able to keep an eye on proceedings - when Helena stood up I went into a frenzy kissing his face, his neck his lips - oh it felt so good. I was kissing another guy for the first time with my wife watching me - a guy like me wearing lip gloss stockings and panties. This was too much for Jo. "Somebody fuck me, fuck me now in front of my sissy hubby." Thomas, the hot Bollywood looking model who worked in the same hospital apartment as Jo, and who up to this point had been masturbating watching, like me, Jo cavort with erotic pleasure, took this as his cue. As the other guys continued to grope, kiss, and fondle my wife. Thomas slid into her soaking wet pussy. Watching this took my breath away. I reached for Helena's lovely cock, knelt in front of him and started giving him oral. "Oh fuck my sissy hubby that is so hot. Fuck me Thomas, fuck me like you did last week in my office." I loved hearing Jo use the word fuck. I loved that these guys had been fucking her. My wife was now a hot sexy wife and I loved it all the more for it. Thomas only lasted a few more seconds before the excitement got too much for him. "Oh fuck Thomas that was good, but I've not come yet. Scott take over - quickly." Thomas moved out the way, drained. Scott tore through the gears clearly gagging for it - he was like a thoroughbred and before long, much to my wife's approval he too had climaxed. But Jo still had not reached orgasm. It seemed she partly didn't want to. She was enjoying being taken to the edge time after time. Scott was replaced by James, he moved more slowly, more gently, more deliberately. I could see Jo moving in synchronicity with him. The two of them looked liked they were partners in some kinky sexual Olympic Games. "Oh fuck sissy hubby, James is such a stud. Do you like what he's doing to your naughty wife?' I nodded vigorously, not wanting to remove my mouth from Helena's engorged cock. I could sense he was close. Not having had a cock in my my mouth before I was clumsy at first - eating it like a hot dog. But slowly I began to find a nice rhythm. Increasing my tempo as I swirled my tongue around his panty clad ass. Both he and Jo were breathing rapidly now. Jo sensing Helena was close to ejaculation sat up a little on the bed as James also speeded up. Jo's breathing was getting shallower, her expletives more vociferous. "Oh James, oh James, oh James...that's it fuck me, fuck me in front of my sissy hubby, my sissy hubby who is giving fellatio to a crossdresser right in front of me and loving every minute of it. Hubby, I fucking love you, finish Helena off - take his sticky man cum into your mouth...oh fuck James, fucking hell.." Jo screamed as she watched with perverse delight Helena's cum pour out of my mouth. I wanted it all so as it ran down my chin I grabbed as much as I could and put it back into my mouth. It was this, and James' final thrust that Jo into oblivion. "Oh fuck hubby that was hot...James you're a fucking genius. Hubby come and lick James' cock now as well." I couldn't wait. Helena's cum was, as I had suspected, salty and the texture - like creamy yoghurt - took some getting used to. However, I liked it and craved more. Besides taking a guy's cock in your mouth that had just fucked your wife felt deliciously naughty. It was nice to feel James' cock softening and to hear him sighing as greedily took his remaining cum into my mouth. "Don't swallow it..." Jo said suddenly, "Share it with me." Jessie moved aside so Jo and I could share a French cum kiss. Before long Jo felt aroused again. Richard now entered her pussy as I continued to kiss my wife. "Oh that's naughty sissy hubby. You kissing me while another man fucks me." It felt naughty, sensual, erotic especially when Helena joined us and the three of played tonsil tennis until Richard climaxed. Then both Helena and I finished him off and again shared our kisses with Jo. My wife was now gagging for it again. Now it was the turn of the two hunks. Mark - all eight inches of him - went first. "Oh fuck hubby, he's gone deeper than anyone I've had before." "Enjoy Dr Hottie," I said, completely lost in the moment, "You deserve a right good seeing to you." "Oh but so do you...Jessie fuck my sissy hubby." I've got to admit I felt a little scared. I'd never ever had a guy's cock in my ass before, and Jessie, like Mark was enormous. I also had no idea he was bisexual. The way he'd been fondling my wife made me think he was straight as an arrow, but with Helena kissing me, and Jo being fucked by the stallion that was mark, I was game for anything. Jo gasped when she saw Jessie insert his cock into my virgin ass. Helena continued to kiss me trying to ease the pain as Jessie buried his cock deeper into me...I thought it was going to be too much, but then there was a popping sound, and the pain eased. Slowly Jessie started fucking me. The sensation was incredible. I kissed Jo and we both started screaming expletives at the guys... "Fuck me Mark...", "Oh fuck me Jessie, turn me into your slutty gay party ass." Jo loved that. "Yes fuck my husband, Jessie, my cock-sucking, crossdresser, lovely, sissy hubby." "Oh fuck my wife Mark, you fucking stallion, fuck her and give her the biggest orgasm she's ever had." Jessie came first - it was like someone had turned a waterfall on in my ass - jets of cum filled me so deeply I thought it was going to trickle out of my mouth and nose. I felt like a woman, a slutty tart of a woman. I loved it. But now I was gagging for relief. Then Mark exploded sending Jo over the precipice for the second time. She reached for my cock and started chewing it overcome with delirium. Unable to take it anymore, I( reached over and stroked Helena's stockings, panties and black silicon filled bra. "Can I fuck you?" I asked simply. "Thought you'd never ask." "Yes, fuck him sissy hubby, fuck the crossdressers like Jessie fucked you." Said Jo slowly coming back down to earth. Then she did something unbelievable. She reached into her pussy and pulled a large handful of Mark's sperm out, made me lick some and then indicated that she wanted me to use it as lubricant. I checked with Helena, who was simply gagging for it. This was it, I was going to fuck another man. I knew already there was no turning back after tonight. Jo and I would never be the same again. But this, to fuck another guy, admittedly a guy who looked like a gorgeous, sexy, tarty nurse, in front of my wife - this would mean Jo would be in complete control of our marriage. And I wondered what that might mean. But sexual desire won out. I couldn't resist Helena. I realised I didn't want to. I knew I wanted to fuck him as soon as I realised he was a guy dressed as a sexy woman. The truth was/is crossdressers turned/turn me on. Taking Mark's cum I smeared it into Helena's panty clad ass and moving his panties aside I slowly plunged my cock into his curvaceous ass. He'd obviously done this before as he didn't even wince. It felt very different than Jo's pussy, not better, just different and tighter. Gently I started moving in and out, in and out. Jo wanted to be fucked again, so once more Scott obliged - he had recovered ten minutes earlier and was raring to go again. Everyone else was masturbating - turned on by the show the two sissy crossdressers were putting on for them. Jo was screaming with pleasure: "Oh yes Scott you fucking stud, fuck me in front of my sissy hubby. Husband fuck another man in front of me. I love you in those pink panties and stockings you look so hot." "And you are a fucking babe dear wife, Dr Hottie, I love watching other guys fuck my naughty wife." I was getting close now. I wrapped a hand around Helena's cock. He could feel my excitement mounting. My tempo increased as did the speed of my rubbing. Jo was screaming at me: "Fuck the tranny, sissy hubby, fuck him - fuck lots of men for me." "I'll fuck them all for you my gorgeous wife as long as you fuck them all for me." "I will sissy hubby. We'll be whores and sluts and tarts together." That was it, I loved the sound of Jo and I servicing lots of cocks, it took me to the edge and over. My cum burst into Helena's sissy ass like a firework going off. It was an amazing orgasm - one of the best I've ever had. And a few moments later Jo exploded again as Scott shot another huge amount of cum into my wife's hot, gorgeous silky pussy. LATER When everyone had left, Jo asked me to fuck her wearing the now cum drenched pink panties. I started by giving her cunnilingus, savouring the scent of so many men's sperm mixing with my naughty wife's love juices. Every now and then she'd insist we share another salty cum kiss. This made me so hard, I actually trembled when I went inside her. The feeling of all the other guys' cum on my cock as I fucked my wife was like some LSD trip. We climaxed together and fell asleep in our panties, my cock submerged in Jo's sexy briefs. The following morning I asked Jo: "What did James' secretary say to him that was so significant?" "Ah the $64,000 question...She'd read a highly controversial book a few years ago, written by an American woman, that basically said that if a married woman wanted anything from her husband, anything at all, she should take control in the bedroom..." "And what is it that you want my gorgeous sexy naughty wife?" "Oh...the list is endless...but at leat we've made a good start. I loved watching you fuck that crossdresser last night wearing my pink panties." "Oh and I love watching you get fucked by so many guys." "Slutty whores and tarts together?" "Absolutely." "Fancy leaving the pink panties on again today and coming lingerie shopping with me?" "Are we getting lingerie for you or me?" "Both of us of course...I fancy going to my office tonight with you as my girlfriend. All the guys will be there...and all the trannies." "Oh I can't wait Dr Hottie." We kissed. Jo squeezed my pink panty clad ass. A new naughty chapter in our lives had begun. I couldn't wait to read the rest of the chapters. Pink Panties in the Library It was just a day before Christmas break, and Jeremy was getting antsy. It wasn't for the fact that the holidays were already making themselves know, the anxiety wasn't from worrying about presents or which members of the family would pop out of the woodwork this year. No, It wasn't any of that. Jeremy was worried about getting a ride home. It was his freshman year in college, and it was something that he still wasn't used to even though it was now half over. He was excited to leave this place, to get away from the cold halls and the colder students for half a month. It was this same morning that Jeremy had gotten a call from his father with the not-so-great news. "Dad," Jeremy sighed, answering the phone. "Are you gonna be here soon? I can't wait to get home." He knew there was a depressing tone to his voice, but he didn't care. "Here's the thing son," His father said, his voice tight on the line. "You mother, she isn't doing to well. The cancer has taken a turn, and the doctors want her to stay where she is. I need to stay with her, and I can't come pick you up." Jeremy was quiet for a moment, he didn't know what news was worse, and that selfish thought made him even more sad. "Is there any other way you could get here?" His father asked. Jeremy heard such a break in his dad's voice, that he felt he should take care of himself and not be worried about his mother. "I'll figure something out dad, just take care of mom. I'll ask around," Jeremy said, scratching at his ear absently. There was silence on the line. "Good, um, well. I'll see you when you get here, your sister misses you," His dad said. The line clicked, and that left Jeremy standing outside the Student Union in the snow, clutching his backpack and bag, his jacket stuck to him because of the cold wind. He sighed, and picked up his bag, and turned to walk inside. Just then, he collided with another person who was making their way out of the building. Bags and books went flying, and Jeremy was suddenly on his rump staring up at a menacingly fierce girl. "Watch it scrub!" The girl hissed, pulling at her coat and lifting her bags back into her arms. "I, I'm sorry," Jeremy sighed, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "You better be, I'm late and now you're just making my day worse," She huffed, walking onward in her own direction. Jeremy watched her leave. He'd seen the girl before, in one of his Environmental Science classes. She had short auburn hair, and a light complexion. The cold had flushed her cheeks, and her eyes were bright and blue, with just a touch of that ferocity. She had a nice build: not to tall, with medium sized breasts and a nice butt. Jeremy had often found himself gazing at her in class. He wondered if the girl even knew who he was. Sighing, Jeremy pushed open the door to the Student Union and tromped towards the bulletin boards. Hours later and with no luck, Jeremy was tired and exasperated. He had called many of the transportation numbers that were posted in the building, but found out that most everyone had already left for break. It was dark out now, and there weren't many people around. Most of the staff was gone, only the people closing up the buildings and the janitors cleaning up were left. Jeremy picked up his stuff, and decided to go some place that would relax him. He made his way over to the enormous campus library, looking for some quiet solace in the books there. There was no one inside, and with the place empty Jeremy realized how grand it really was. He dropped his bags off near one of the study tables, and for the first time that day he smiled, and took off into the stacks. He found a section of books he particularly liked, and grabbed an armful. Since there was no one around, he sat down in one of the aisles and used his jacket as a pillow, laying out and reading. His exhaustion got the better of him, and Jeremy was soon asleep with a half-read book splayed across his chest. It was hours later that Jeremy woke up. There was a startling noise, and for a moment he didn't know where he was. Suddenly the day came rushing back to him, and in the darkness he realized that he was in the Campus Library. He sat up immediately, the books falling off of him and stumbling to the floor. He made his way to his backpack and retrieved a small flashlight from one of the pockets. Clicking it on, he walked over to the library entrance and checked out the doors. It was late, he knew this, and before he tried opening the doors he read the sign posted on them: Pink Panties in the Library Lisa smiled, a bit of cum stuck to her chin. "Thank you," She said. "I wanted to make sure you were prepared before we continued." "There's more?" He asked. Lisa nodded, smiling. "We have a lot of time on our hands here, and we are both still virgins. I'd say there's another activity waiting for us." Thank you for reading this story. If I get good feedback on this, I would like to add on more chapters. I think we could have a lot more fun with these kids. Pink Panties: The Dance (A very, very simple story. With a generous edit by Nom De Plume though all errors are mine) Hello, I am twenty-two years old and I am a cross dresser. Most of the time I'm a responsible upstanding citizen with a job, friends, bills and all the rest. And while some people I know would be shocked to discover it, the truth is that there are few things I enjoy more than taking off the pants and shirts I usually wear and slipping into something feminine and sexy. I have a closet full of womens clothing. Everything from miniskirts to evening gowns to blouses and if I've somehow gone a few days with out getting dressed up, I start to feel itchy and restless. Somewhere deep within me is my feminine side that needs to wear soft silks and the delicate lingerie that a young man is not supposed to desire, but I do. Thankfully I've been blessed with a physique that, with a bit of padding here and there, is reasonably feminine and face that, with a few touches of make up, is convincingly ladylike. Combine these with a dress, a blouse some stockings and some heels and I can receive appreciative looks and comments from the men around me. I love walking down the street and seeing men giving me the once over, looking me up and down and undressing me with their eyes. If they only knew the truth! That men are sexually attracted to me totally turns me on. I want a man to see me as a pretty woman, to be turned on by the way my hips sway when I walk or the coyish way I make eye contact or how my red lips glisten. If men have a masculine energy, a forceful desire penetrate women with their cocks than I am certainly full of a generous feminine energy. For the right guy I am all too happy to kneel and suck on his cock or to spread my legs and let him fuck me. I was feeling particularly restless one Friday, even before I got home from work I was planning out what I was going to wear, where I was going to go and what I was going to do when I got there. I was going to dress up suggestively, go to a club, find a man to dance with, flirt with and if all went well, end up wrapping my lips around his cock taking it into my warm wet mouth and slurping on it until he gasped and shot his load of cum into my throat. Imagining this I dressed up. I always enjoy the feeling of my boring every day self sliding away and the more vivid girly side of me coming out. I picked out my outfit, laid it on my bed and sat in front of my mirror did my make up; the eye shadow, the rouge, a bit on the eyelashes, some ear rings, a thin gold necklace. The last thing I apply is the lipstick, after much looking I discovered the perfect color of lipstick. It's a delicate red that give my lips a delicious moist shine. One man told me that he thought my lips were my best feature. He said I had 'pretty dick sucking lips' and it was one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. I slipped a pair of breast forms into a brazier and put it on. I pulled a garter belt around my hips, felt the thrill of black stockings sliding up my legs and the sensual feeling a stepping into a pair of soft pink panties. Over this went a black skirt and a cream colored silk blouse. I stood in front of the mirror and saw a pretty young woman. It's like a transformation and not just how I look. There is also a change inside me. When I'm dolled up, I move differently, I think differently - it's as if the girl inside me is set free. The thing is, the girl inside me is a dirty little slut. She loves men, she loves their cocks and she loves making them cum. I set out for a club a few towns over. It's not a dance club with a thumping beat, it's a bit more laid back. I batted off a few creeps who tried to pick me up and after a bit I met a man named Kevin. He was ruggedly handsome and in his mid to late 30's. He dressed well, smelled delicious, bought drinks, gave me his business card and between trying to impress me with various stories he told me several times how adorable I looked or how pretty my eyes were. He was very cute and charming, I was reasonably sure how things were going to go with Kevin but the deal closer was a slow dance. I placed my arms on his shoulders around his neck and rested my head on his chest. He gently held my waist or caressed the small of my back. At one point during the song he whispered to me a couple of times, "You're such a pretty girl. You're such a pretty little girl," and he said it so sweetly that I almost sunk to my knees right there on the dance floor so I could start sucking. When the song ended I held his hand and told him I needed some fresh air. We went outside and he offered that we could sit in his car and I agreed knowing what I was going to do next. He opened the passenger door for me and I got in. When he sat down, I turned to him and spoke, "I had a really great time tonight. It is getting late though, but is there, you know, any way I could show you my appreciation for the evening by, maybe sucking your cock?" and with this I gently ran my hand over his crotch. He was very surprised at this and in the moment when he was thinking how to respond I started opening up his pants, and he said "Whoa, you are ready to go, aren't you?" I was lowering my face to his hips and I looked up at him and smiled and said in a teasing way "I'm ready to go down on you if that's what you mean." With this I got his cock free and I instantly took it into my mouth. Kevin gave out a gaspy moan as I started sucking on him. He was flaccid at first but I know what I'm doing and he started to stiffen almost immediately. I'm not going to lie, I don't just like sucking cock, I love sucking cock. I love the feeling of my lips sliding up and down a shaft, love running my tongue around the crown or making long slow licks from the base of a cock all the way up to the tip before taking it all deep into my mouth. I love the heat of a cock, the way it fills my mouth and of course how it tastes. Cock is delicious. Kevin lifted his hips and pushed his pants further down and I took his furry sack into my palm. I gave his balls a through cleaning, licking them everywhere trying to get all that man-taste lapped up. I always take a moment to give a big affectionate kiss to each of a man's balls. I do this thankfully, respectfully because these two precious little orbs do one of the most important and precious things which is to make the cum that I slurp down. More than all the things I love about men or love about sucking cock the thing I love most of all is cum. Whatever you call it, jizz, jism, cum, sperm, seed, guy juice, spunk, cream; I love when it gets shot into my mouth, slathered on my tongue or when it splashes against the back of my throat. Love it when a man shoots his load into my warm, wet, thirsty mouth. When I said the girl in me is a 'dirty little slut' I should have said more, that the girl inside me is a dirty little cock sucking, cum thirsty, cream swallowing, sperm chugging little slut. That would have been more honest. Kevin was fully erect by now and as I sucked I could taste the teasing flow of precum that let me know I was on the right track. I was sucking him deeply, I would start at the top of his penis where my lips were just kissing the opening and then spread open and go down, down, down until my lips were at the base of his cock and his pubic fur brushed my lips. Then my mouth would go back up, up, up the shaft of his cock up to where my tongue could flutter across and around the head and then I'd go back down take him all the way into my mouth. Up and down and back and forth, my tongue and my lips doing everything they could to give Kevin as much pleasure as possible. Kevin moaned and I knew I was getting close. I stopped sucking and spoke, "Kevin, am I being a good girl?" He replied, "You are being the best girl I've ever met." I bit my lip for second trying to look playfully concerned "Am I being a bad girl?" He smiled and said "You are being a very bad little girl." "Tell me how I'm both." He paused and gave me a bit worthy of Shakespeare. "You are the sweetest, prettiest, best, cutest, most adorable princess I've ever met. You're also the raunchiest, dirtiest little slut in the whole wide world. I love having your pretty red lips wrapped around my throbbing cock and I want to pump my hot sticky cum into your throat". Words like this make me melt. He smiled at me, reached up and brushed his hand on my check and then put his hand on the back of my neck and gently but very, very firmly pushed my mouth down to his cock. Of course I didn't resist, why would I? He pressed down until I'd taken him all the way, deep into my throat. I started sucking again, this time a bit faster knowing that he was getting close. I could sense it in the way he breathed, the way his muscles tensed, the way his cock was amazingly hard and the way his balls tightened up. I was as happy as a baby on a bottle, sucking fast and hard and deep. My God I wanted him to cum, to shoot and unload and drain his balls into my mouth. Sometimes I get worked up and a bit feverish in the moments before a guy is going to squirt I want it so bad. I begged him "Please, please cum in my mouth. I really, really need it. I need your cum, please. I've been such a good girl, please feed me your sperm." He groaned and pressed me back down to his cock. A few moments later he started to orgasm, I could feel his muscles tense up, he gasped and his hips rocked forward a bit pressing his cock even deeper into my throat. I could feel his cock twitching between my lips and I sucked down as it erupted a spray of cum that gushed into my mouth and I started swallowing greedily. He unloaded thick volleys of jizz into my throat I instinctively gulped them down. I drank what felt like half a cup of sticky cum. There was so much of it I moaned with pleasure which only made him pump some more. We were like a perfect little pairing, he wanted to drain his balls into my mouth and I wanted the sort of nourishment that you only can get from a fresh, hot load of sperm. I kept sucking as his cock went to sleep and as it did I got the last little flow of cum from him. I love it when I make a man cream; it makes me feel incredibly happy and feminine. I sat back and Kevin smiled at me and had that relaxed, blissed out expression that men only get after they cum hard. I smiled and he reached up and with his finger wiped up a glob of cream from the corner of my mouth that somehow managed to escape my slurping. When I saw this, I grabbed his wrist and looked him straight in the eye as I sucked the cum off his finger and swallowed it. "My god", he said "you're even better looking, it's like your glowing". I smiled and told him "I always feel pretty after I please a man," which is very, very true. We made small talk and he thanked me and I thanked him for the wonderful evening. He pressed a few more of his business cards into my hands as I made my departure. I walked back to my car and I strutted like a model on a runway. I called him a few days later and I told him the truth, that I was indeed a cross dresser. A few guys get irate and angry when I tell them but the fact is that the majority of men respond just like Kevin did. They pause, think for a bit, remember how much pleasure I had given them and then say something like, "I would like to see you again". This just means that they want me to suck their cock again. Kevin was one of these men and said "Would you like to be my girlfriend?" and I said "Yes please, I would like that very much." He suggested that we go out on a date in a few days on Friday night. I said "Well, at the moment I'm wearing a high-cut red silk dress, a garter belt, stockings with that line going up the back, pink panties, a shirt that says 'princess' across the chest, a little pearl necklace, some lace gloves and some red lipstick that I would love to get all over your cock. What are you doing right now?" Of course he raced over to my place so fast that he was breathless when he arrived. I let him in, took his hand and pulled him over to the couch. He took off his pants and sat down and spread his legs, I knelt between his thighs and started sucking him. He sighed and said "You're such a good little girl." I looked up at him saying 'and?" He smiled and replied, "And you're such a good little slut." I wrapped my lips around him again did what I do best in this whole world. Maybe I'm not a girl all the way through but when it comes to giving men pleasure there isn't a real girl anywhere who will suck harder, slower, faster or deeper than I will. There isn't a girl who will be as happy or as joyful when a man shoots his load in their mouth and there isn't a girl around who will drink or swallow as much cum as I will. All I can say is that thankfully, there are plenty of men, just like Kevin, who are all to happy to let me lick and kiss their balls, suck and slurp on their cocks and who will feed me their thick loads of sperm. In that moment when a man is ejaculating into my mouth both of us are as happy as we can be. Pink Panties: The Video Tape editing: Nom de Plume * It was our first apartment and we were very proud of it. It was a few small rooms, but it was ours and that made all the difference. I lived with my fiancée, Julie, a few miles outside of town in a small apartment building that had about a dozen units. I worked in a garage fixing everything from mufflers, to fuel systems, and to drive shafts. I'd always been a monkey wrench, taking things apart and fixing things them even before I could remember. I'd worked in the garage in high school and after graduation they were happy to have me working full time. Julie was my high school sweetheart. She was taking classes to be a veterinarian at an agricultural and animal science school. It's a good business to be in around here with no shortage of livestock. It wasn't at all uncommon for her to take classes full time and then work extra hours in the evening and weekend with the animals they kept there. We used to be inseparable but now she was gone more and more. There was a woman who lived up one flight of stairs who was married to a trucker. She must have been lonely I could tell when we bumped into each other in the parking lot, laundry room or stairwell. She would be just delighted to have someone to talk to. I think we were both in a similar situation with our partners gone so much and we started hanging out together. Kate was pretty and few years older and I liked her a lot. It wasn't long before we started having an affair. It was easy to get away with, her husband being gone most of the time and there were large blocks of time when I knew Julie would be away. It was the perfect set up until it all came down. I called Kate and was very surprised when her husband Donald answered "Hello", he was supposed to be gone for another 2 weeks. "Oh, hi Don. I didn't know you were in town. is Katie there?" I usually think pretty quick. Katie left for her cousin's house this morning after I watched a video tape that I made of the bed room. Would you like to guess what is on that tape?" Whoa, he didn't beat around the bush. He might have well hit me with a shovel. I had a good idea what was on the tape: me screwing around with the guy's wife. This was very, very bad. I didn't know how he managed to get the tape, maybe he snuck into town a few days ago and placed the camera, who knew. The important part was that I was busted and now my marriage was in serious danger if this got out. He said to me, "I think you and me should have a talk.". This sounded like a good way to get shot. Don wasn't a small guy. I'd met him at a building barbeque a few months back. He was the kind of guy that gave you those grinding handshakes that hurt and walked around like he was bullet proof. He had spent a few years in the army and was pretty imposing. He could easily put me in the hospital or worse. "I'll count to a hundred and if you're not up here, I'm just going to have to send out a copy of this tape you your little woman." "Shit!" I said out-loud as I made my way upstairs to his apartment. I was trying to think of an explanation of the bruised beating I was sure to get. 'I got hit by a car' was one option, or 'I fell out of a 10-story building' might cover it. The door was unlocked and when no one answered my knocks. I figured he was still counting so I went in. He was sitting on the couch watching a football game. He was just wearing a bathrobe and was drinking. There was an open bottle of bourbon on the end table. He pointed to a chair, "Sit down". I pleaded my case, "Listen Don I'm really sorry." He answered back forcefully "Shut the fuck up, and sit down." I bowed my head and eased into a chair. He picked up the remote and I winced as the football game was replaced with a fuzzy, tilted image of the bedroom. I recognized the angle, the camera must have been on top of a bookshelf that faced the bed. At that moment on the video we were kissing and Katie was pushing down my underwear getting ready to give me a blowjob. I remembered the scene since it had just happened two days ago. On the screen she kissed my lips and lowered her head to my crotch when Don stopped the tape and turned off the TV. I was getting ready to speak but Don raised a finger and gave me a cold stare and all I could do was sit there and squirm. He took a gulp of his bourbon and began to speak. "Now right there Kate gave you a blowjob., aA blowjob that should have gone to me and the way I see it you owe me a blowjob." "Wait a minute." I blurted out but he kept talking. "It's like money, if someone gives you $10 that should have rightfully gone to me then you morally owe me ten bucks." I was getting ready to explain how money and sex are not the same thing no matter how often they are exchanged but he ended that idea before it even got out of my mouth. "I have a tape that I can use to blackmail you. I can use it as evidence if I decide to start getting mean because around here most people, even ones on a jury, don't take too kindly to messing with a guy's wife." He took another swig and smiled at me as I realized that I had no real way out. Here I was being told that I had no real choice but to go down on him. My heart was pounding and it felt like someone had turned up the heat in the room to a hundred degrees. I was about to speak but he cut me off. "No listen, I'm going to lose my patience here and you really don't what that. I don't want to hear you weasel and whine. You did something that you know that you shouldn't have and the only thing that is going to save your sorry ass is for you to kneel down in front of me and give me the blowjob. You know you owe me." He flexed his muscles and gave me the coldest, hardest stare I ever felt. His voice was strong and commanding and he had me dead right. I stood up slowly, as if defeated, and walked over to him. I was standing in front of him, "You know I think you deserve a spanking for being such an ass with another man's wife." I cringed inside, the thought of getting spanked made me wince with the indignity of it. I looked at his knees unbelieving what I had gotten myself into. He told me to undo my pants and I did. As I was pushing them down he grabbed my shirt and pulled me forward so my hips were draped across his lap, my pants still around my ankles. Here I was about to get spanked, disciplined like a child yet my heart raced a bit. He pulled down the elastic band of my underwear and I was about to roll over to protest when the first spank landed. It stung and the 'smack' sound echoed off the walls. He landed another and another. His would raise his arm over his head and then swing down it down to paddle my ass. His hand was like a stone, he might as well have been using a belt. I really was in quite a bit of pain and all I could do was hang on and endure the total shame of it all. I slid off his lap at the first opportunity. "Get on your knees", his command bolted me upright. I was resigned to the situation but also a bit turned on by it and felt a strange sexual energy. It must have been his power and dominance, his complete control of the situation. I was kneeling with my pants and underwear all knotted around my legs and my ass stinging. I am sure that it had a crisp apple red shine to it. "Now because I'm not a fag, you need to put this all on", he reached over and handed me a dress, a pair of panties and a tube of lipstick. I held them in my hands even more surprised than I was before. He was commanding me "Strip!" Without thinking I stood and I pulled my shirt off, kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants to the floor. I bashfully turned around to take of my boxers. "Now be a good girl and get dressed." I looked at the clothing and wondered what I had gotten myself into. The dress was a floral print, mostly red and white. The panties were pink and shimmering satin and the lipstick was a glossy red. I looked him in the eye but with the steely way he returned my gaze I knew there was very little I could do. I picked up the dress and he said "No put on the panties first." I felt a rush of shame and something else, excitement? I stepped into the soft silky panties and pulled them up my legs a shudder ran though me as the fabric practically caressed my legs. When the panties settled around my hips, the gentleness of them was luxurious. "Now the dress", I picked up the dress and put my arms into it, the fabric was light and airy as it settled across my back and thighs I couldn't help but admire the fabric and the way it felt against my skin. I began doing the buttons up the front noticing they were in the shape of little flowers. With the dozen buttons all done up I turned side to side and let the dress wisp around my body. "Now the lipstick". I picked up the tube and pulled off the cap and turned up the stick, it was a sensuous red in color. Again I looked at him and now there was only a smirky smile on his face. "Put it on, slowly." And I did, just like I had seen women do many times. I drew the stick around my lips and then rubbed my lips together to get an even coat. I glanced around for a mirror I desperately wanted to see how my lips looked like with the red coating. I was a bit stunned when I realized I wanted my lips to look sexy and inviting. "It's just a start but it will do. Now be a good girl and get back on your knees." I moved towards him almost in a hypnotic trance amazed at the way the clothing moved on my body and how good it felt. He took my arm and pulled me down., I dropped to my knees between his thighs in a way that was so very submissive. "Open my robe...OPEN IT!" His voice jolted me and my hands reached out for the terry cloth knot and undid it. I drew the sides of his robe open like a pair of drapes. He was still in shape from his military days. His shoulders were broad and his chest was strong. Where my chest had a soft bit of hair his had a thick dark fur. There wasn't anything about him that wasn't totally masculine. His thighs were muscular and his cock? Jesus what a fucking monster! It curved over his balls and rested flat on the cushion of the couch. I just stared at it. "Yea, that's the same look Katie gave it when she first saw it. Big ain't it? Kate usually can't fit much more than the head in her mouth. All she does is lick the top and stroke the rest. But you got a bigger mouth you should be able to get it all down deeper." I continued to stare at it, fascinated, I probably would have for hours except Don grabbed my wrist and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. He then grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled until my face was an inch from his cock. "I have to say with that lipstick on you have some of the prettiest, sexiest lips I have ever seen. Do you know what guys call lips like yours?" I shook my head. "Guys call lips like yours dick-sucking-lips. That means they look soft and plump and juicy and will look and feel oh so nice wrapped around my cock". I looked up at him and his eyes almost burned into me, he made me feel vulnerable, small and weak and yet at the same time incredibly sexy. "Yea, it's going to be good to see your lips all stretched out." he said smiling down at me, "Now go on and do what girls do." I rested my free hand on his thigh and thought about what girls, did. They wore pretty panties (which I was doing), they wore dresses (which I was also doing), they wore lipstick (again I was doing it) and they knelt down in front of men and sucked on hard cocks. I could feel the heat from his crotch on my face and my nose filled with the deep scent of him. I breathed in and I liked it. With my hand around his cock it began to swell and it all resonated somewhere deep inside me. His power, the dress, the pink panties, my submission, it felt good and I was becoming excited myself. I felt the distinct desire to please him, to submit and give him all he wanted. A few minutes before I was just a guy in my apartment hanging out and like a fast moving dream all of a sudden I was dressed like a woman kneeling between a man's legs with his cock in my hand. And not that I was just wearing pink panties and juicy red lipstick and looked like a woman. A part of me was thrilled though I might not have admitted it, wanted for him to take control, to command me, tell me what to do, to tame me. Don's cock began to take on a pulsing crimson hue. My own desire made me close my eyes, lean forward and lick the side of the crown. It was hot and tantalizing it reminded me of licking a battery. Don whispered "Yea, that's a good girl"., I licked and licked again and with each slow slide of my tongue each lick became longer and longer. My tongue would travel from where I gripped it at the base up, up, up to the tip, around the crown and back down again. I was panting now and I looked up at his face, he was smiling "Go on, stretch lips around my cock, you know you want to." And I did, I can't remember the last time I wanted something so bad. I took him in my mouth, my lips slid over the crown and down the shaft. The heat of it and the taste if it thrilled me. I started sucking up and down enjoying the way it filled my mouth. The feeling of my lips sliding back and forth on his saliva slicked cock felt so right, so good, I was sucking cock like a female and it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He leaned back and shifted his hips and spread his legs further apart, he growled "Lick my balls" and I instantly obeyed. I slid one hand under his nuts and felt their weight in my palm. I kissed each of his nuts them and slathered his furry sack with my tongue. I tried to get both of them in my mouth but they were too big. Before I had quite had enough of them he touched my chin and told me to go back to the main course. "Now, I haven't cum in a couple days., I've been saving it up so when I shoot I'm going to unload quite a bit of sperm so be a little thirsty girl and drink it all down." I moaned at the thought of this. I sucked like a baby, his cock was the center of my world. Up and down my mouth went trying to give him a steady rhythm. The sheer size of him, the pulse of it turned me on. I was surprised but I did thoroughly enjoy being submissive to this hunky man and he was a man, all man, muscled, dominant, in charge and I was the complete opposite, submissive, subservient, doing as I was told, slurping on his cock. His rod became powerfully erect and his balls tightened up. I began sucking with all my energy. I wanted him to cum and, if it was necessary, I would have traded everything I had to be sure he would unload into my mouth. He gripped my head and forced me to his rhythm, fast and deep. He began grunting and I knew that his fluid was on its way. With my head in both of his big hands he started ramming my face up and down, his cock pressing between my red lips. I was nothing but a warm opening and all I could do was hold on as he roughly used my mouth. I don't know why but it was both demeaning and thrilling to be used like this. His cock stabbed the back of my throat as he worked my head up and down. He moaned and held my head in a vice lock, his cock quivering and pulsing before he flooded my mouth with sperm. It shot across my tongue and splashed against the back of my throat. I gulped and slurped as best I could and wished that the moment would never stop that he would just go on cumming forever and I could stay there and gulp and drink down his sperm, I sucked until he started to soften, I wanted him to cum again in my mouth. I would have kept sucking but he pulled me off. "You give much better blowjobs than my wife and you certainly enjoy it more." He patted me on the head as he got up to go to the bathroom. He told me that he would call me tomorrow. My heart raced and sank. Tomorrow? I wanted more and I wanted it today. The thought of waiting bothered me, tomorrow? I got up and a bit reluctantly changed back into my own clothing I pulled up my pants and underwear gently over my sore ass. I went back to my place, unable to see anything except the undeniable fact that I had enjoyed his punishment, his dominance and had been thrilled wearing the clothing and when I was sucking him off. I started to beat off as soon as I got in. I thought about than the way it had felt to have him in my mouth, the way I had gulped when his sperm was shooting across my tongue, the way the pink panties had felt so good and right. I didn't think about my own pleasure only his. What was it about serving him and being effeminate that turned me on so much? I came as hard as I ever have in my life. The rest of that day and the next morning was a haze, I did the things I normally do but it was as if my brain was elsewhere. The next day I was thinking about cock when the phone rang. It was Don, "I finished the rest of the tape last night and it looks by what I saw that you owe me a fuck." My heart skipped a beat. A fuck? I was about to speak and ask him a question when he spoke and made my question irrelevant. "So you might as well get up here and get ready to get fucked., I'm going to start counting to a hundred again." Fucked? I had spent the last night thinking about sucking him and having him in my mouth, but now he wanted my ass, I was less sure about this. Again the door was open and I let myself in, on a chair just inside the door was some woman's clothing, a knee length black dress and a cream colored blouse, a pair of stockings, a garter belt, a tube of lipstick and a pair of pink panties. Don called out from the bedroom "Get dressed and get your ass in here...and put the panties on over the garter belt". I could have walked out, the door was open and there was nothing stopping me. I had options but I looked down at the clothing I felt a stirring, fierce urge to put them on. I wanted to feel the way stockings would be against my skin, I wanted to feel the dress moving around my thighs, I blushed and hung my head when I admitted it to myself, part of me wanted to dress like a woman and to walk down the hall to where Don was and be treated in the same way he had the previous day: like a slut. I started taking off my jeans and t-shirt and feeling somehow right when I reached for the clothing knowing that I would love the feeling of my hips encased in the lovely pink panties. The garter belt and the stockings were both black, the stockings were sheer and luxurious and caressed my legs as I pulled them up. The garter belt had some roses embroidered on and when it settled around my hips it felt like I was putting on my reins, like I was a little pony and I was about to be ridden.....and ridden hard. I gasped when I picked up the panties. I studied them a bit, there was a cute lace edging to them and in the front a small pretty satin bow that made me smile. I pull them up my legs and marveled at how much emotion they made me feel. There was just something about my hips cradled by pretty pink panties that made my heart beat in a different way. The skirt was a bit short which was sexy and perfect, and the blouse was a creamy silk that thrilled me. Lastly, I put on the lipstick, hoping that it made my lips look inviting. When I walked down the hall I wished I had more, more to wear. I should have shoes, a little necklace, eyeliner, a wig or longer hair, my nails should be done and I should have ear rings. As I neared the room my nervousness increased, I realized that I wanted him to think I was pretty, I wanted him to admire me, to tell me I was beautiful. I was trembling a bit, I did my best to control it but I was as nervous as a virgin. He was standing there in just a pair of boxers. I didn't get to fully appreciate his body when he sitting down. He was tall muscular, furry and masculine. I gazed at his thighs and muscular ass and thought about the pounding they could easily deliver. He greeted me, "Ah there she is, my little baby doll", his words thrilled me in a way that I didn't understand. His cock was emerging from one leg of his boxer, just hanging down like fruit. I felt the powerful urge to kneel and suck on it. He must have seen me staring, he pushed down his boxers and stepped out of them, he simply said "Kneel" hand I knew what to do and knelt down in front of him. Pink Panties: The Video Tape I began kissing his thigh. A dozen times or so and with each kiss my mouth neared his cock that hung there waiting for my red lips. When I was close enough to feel the heat from it on the side of my face and I was just about to stick out my tongue to get the delicious taste of his cock he grabbed my hair and wrenched my head back. He smiled down at me in a way that was both thrilling and intimidating. In that moment I felt small, weak, dominated and I enjoyed it, being put in my place. He put one leg up on the bed and held his cock against his belly button. His sack hung low and I knew what he wanted. I stuck out my tongue and opened my mouth as far as it would go. He smirked as he lowered his sack onto my tongue so that one nut was at each corner of my mouth and I slowly dragged my tongue over the back side of his testicles. Yesterday he must have bathed before I came over because today he tasted more like a man. It was much, much better. There was a rich masculine flavor on him and I tried to get as much of the taste as I could by licking his sack clean. He pulled my head back and aimed his cock at my mouth and I spread my lips and stuck my tongue out like a baby bird in a nest starving for a meal. He slid his cock into my mouth and sighed, "Oh, your mouth is so sweet." I knelt and joyfully sucked him, my mouth moving back and forth on his swelling rod. He pulled away and snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed as if he was sending me to my room. I went over to the bed, slowly but willingly. I got on my hands and knees with my ass facing him. He didn't even need to tell me, I knew who I was and what was going to happen. I was a girl now, his little fuck toy and when I had gotten dressed I had given up the notion that I was anything more than that. He got onto the bed behind me and lifted the skirt over my hips revealing my ass. He said "Good girl" as he pulled the panties down and I realized why he wanted them on top, so he could get them off without messing with the garter belt and stockings. I had so enjoyed having him in my mouth., I wondered what it would be like to have him in my ass. He took a tube and squeezed out some lubrication on my hole. I puckered against his finger. For a moment he strummed my hole and it felt great. He then went over to a drawer, pulled out something and brought it back. I tried to get a look "This is Kate's dildo, a woman's tool. Your going to take it. What do you think? of that?" I turned to look at the dildo, it was purple with a few ridges, and exactly the sort of thing a woman would use. I thought about it for a moment and dropped to my elbows and spread my legs further apart. He laughed out loud and pushed the cute little plastic shaft against my hole. "I've forced guys to dress up a couple times but no one has ever taken to it like you., I swear you're so submissive and pliable, it's amazing". He gave it a little pressure and it popped in. My eyes shot open mostly in surprise at the feeling but slowly closed as he pressed on. He slowly but steadily pushed it in, giving it a slight twisting as he did. I knew he was doing this to stretch me out and get my hole ready for his cock. As he started to slide the dildo in and out of me I could feel and enjoyed each ridge of it as it moved though my hole. I never knew how much sensation I could feel down there, or how good it could feel. Soon I was loose and he thrust it in and out easily. I was surprised how quickly I had grown accustomed to the dildo and how quickly I took to liking it. He stopped after a few minutes and took the dildo out. I remembering feeling empty and I almost asked him to put it back in when I felt one of his hands grip my side. I held my breath as he pressed his cockhead against my hole. Unlike the dildo, it was hot and I liked that, the heat of him. He pressed harder, I thought I might break with the pressure he was exerting. Just before I was going to cry out my hole opened up for him and he slid in a little. If felt like I would burst, even after being stretched out with the dildo. It hurt but it also felt good, and it was good to know that he was inside me. The pain I felt was a tribute to the size of his cock and the power it held over me. He would press forward into my ass and wait for me to accept it and grow comfortable with it and the press again, again and again. After an eternity I felt his hips press against the back of my ass cheeks and we both let out a sigh. "Now, you dress like a woman, you suck cock like a woman, you swallow cum even better than a woman and now I'm going to fuck you like a woman." I moaned and whispered to him "Yes, please". He laughed "Yea, I knew you were a slut the first time I laid eyes on you." And then he began to stroke, slowly and gently at first. I opened myself to him and savored the long slide of him filling me. He gripped my hips and the garter belt firmly letting me know he was in complete control. His domination, his control was wonderful. He pressed on and when our hips met he would pull my hips back and grind us together as if he was seeking to get every possible millimeter inside me. Somehow it pleased me knowing that I was deep enough, even though his cock was a monster I knew I could take it all. His slow gentle strokes gave way and he started to ride me hard. As he stroked in his hips would smack against mine and let out a slapping noise. He got increasingly ferocious, eventually making like a jackhammer. I looked back and out of the corner of my eye I could see on his face an expression of pure pleasure. It made me incredibly happy knowing that he was getting off. It felt good for me but his pleasure was the most important thing. I loved being on my knees and elbows as he solidly drilled into me as much screwing me as tossing my hips back and forth on his cock. He started slowing up a bit but his strokes were as solid as ever. I could tell he was nearing the edge. I just knelt there and did my best to let him have his way with me. I rocked back and forth on my elbows and knees like a good girl as he tugged and pushed at my hips. As he plunged into me I looked over my shoulder and again saw him smiling with pure pleasure. This really changed me, seeing him enjoy sliding his cock in and out of my ass so much. I wanted him to fuck me more, harder, softer, whatever just as long as he came. I wanted it, wanted him to get off and cum inside me, just like he would cum inside a woman. A few more times he thrust, this time gently almost sweetly trying to make it last. I know I groaned with the pleasure of it. With a last heave he ground our hips together so hard I thought we might bond permanently and so deep that there wasn't an inch of me that wasn't filled with his cock. I could feel his cock pumping it's precious fluid into me and heard him sigh with the pleasure of it. Some moments change your life, this was one of those. Being there on my elbows and knees dressed in lingerie, Don's cock buried deep in my hips spurting cum, his hands holding my hips I knew that my life had changed drastically and for the better. I knew that I would need this mix of submission and pleasure every day for the rest of my life. After he came he rested there panting, I enjoyed knowing that he had just drained his balls inside of me. Slowly he pulled out and ordered me into the shower. I stripped and followed him under the spray and ordered me to wash his body until he was "Clean enough to eat off". I scrubbed him from head to toe like a servant and knelled and then began sucking him off. Ten minutes before his dick was in my ass and now I was kneeling with my lips wrapped around it, there was no turning back. He held my head and fucked my mouth as I jerked off, I came like I never had in my entire life. He dried off and I stayed behind and got dressed again. In a drawer there were some more cosmetics and I took a few minutes to put on some eyeliner, some rouge and to make myself even more feminine. There was nothing left of my masculinity now, it had been purged, pressed out by Dons thrusts. I wanted to be feminine and pretty. He was sitting on the couch and watching TV and without really thinking about it I went into the refrigerator and took him a beer like a good little wife might. "Thanks babe" was his reply and I sat down next to him. I didn't know what to say, I felt as if it didn't matter what I might say, he had made all the decisions and all I had could do was obey. We watched the TV for a half an hour and then he got up and went to the bedroom. He came back out with a video camera and started hooking it up to the television. I knew what was on the tape, he smiled at me, "What else did you expect?" It was from a different angle but I saw it all, I watched myself enter the room. I did need some more to wear but it was obvious that I was moving differently, not perfectly but there was no way of mistaking my effeminate gestures. When I came into the room and saw Don's huge cock I touched my cheek in a delicate, limp-wristed way and it surprised me that I gave him a provocative even wanton look. When he said "kneel" I was quick to my knees, there was no way to hide my eagerness, my enthusiasm. I watched myself licking and tonguing his sack and sucking his cock, I knew I had enjoyed it but on the video I could see myself smiling, overjoyed as I worshiped the cock of a real man, the sort of man that a woman should kneel in front of and suck. I watched myself crawl onto the bed, how obedient I was, how willing. I could see my own face as he fucked me and I looked incredibly happy, I was smiling, beaming actually. Don was fucking me with his fat cock. and I looked like I had just won the lottery, I was overjoyed. I was watching and Don put a hand on the back of my neck and pulled my face to his crotch, the video must have excited him too and his hardening cock greeting my eager lips. I slurped on him and moved to the floor, kneeling, my rightful place. Behind me I could hear the video, the bed squeaking both Don and I moaning. "It's going to be hot. I'm going to cum in your mouth as I watch myself shoot it in your ass, both holes." It was dirty and raunchy and I slurped and licked and was rewarded with a well timed volley on my tongue, I could hear Don moaning on the tape and in the room with me and it was so amazing I almost fainted, I gulped down his fresh cum with an incredible thirst. He patted the top of my head as I sucked every drop out of him. After that I kept going to visit him and do his bidding, always dressing up like a woman, sucking him off or bending over so he could fuck me. After a while the tape didn't matter., I did what he wanted because part of me needed to. There were times when he would fuck me especially hard and it would hurt but I would still go back., I enjoyed it. What else could I do? This big beautiful beefy man changed me for the better, he helped me become a woman A few weeks later I broke things off with Julie and quit my job and moved in with Don. He got a local job and I became his "slutwife" as he called me, doing all the things a good little wife would do like making him dinner and then, of course, doing all the things a good little slut would do. I'm quick to drop to my knees if he indicates he wants me to suck and I'm quick to peel off my panties if he wants to fuck me. My legs are always shaved, my hair is growing out, soon I'll be able to style it like a picture out of Cosmo or Vogue, I'm getting so much better at putting on make up and matching clothes for an outfit and of cooking Don breakfast and dinner. Don opened me up to the idea of dominance and submission, of being a woman to his manhood and I found that I am truly happy, more than I could have imagined. He assures me that in a bit he'll start bringing his friends over he'll say "Don't worry you'll like them. They all like to fuck sluts". I imagine being bent over a chair, my legs spread as wide as they can go and men lining up to take their turn driving their hot cocks into my hole and pumping me full of cum. When he talks about this it makes me so happy that I kiss him and tell him I love him. The life I left behind? I don't miss it., How could I? I have everything I ever wanted I just didn't know it. I had access to a big, fat cock and a strong pair of hands to press down on the back of my neck. I swoon when he fucks me, shoots his cum into me, calls me his 'darling fuck toy'. I have a closet full of feminine clothes and Don is constantly buying and ordering me things to wear for him. It was all I ever really wanted and all I needed to be blissfully happy, deep down inside I'm a panty wearing sissy and I'm eternally happy and grateful that Don, the man I love more than anything in the whole world, took the time to teach it to me by treating me like the slut I am.