1 comments/ 33223 views/ 3 favorites Outed By: Bakeboss I guess I've always known I was gay, I mean even as a child when we neighborhood kids would play 'doctor' I always wanted to give checkups to the boys not the girls. I also learned at an early age that it wasn't right for boys to play with other boy's privates. I grew up confused by my sexuality and lived a life of denial. Eventually I repressed my desires enough to have a relationship with a woman, and after a lengthy courtship, we married. We were the perfect couple and as I think back, I realize I was as much a 'beard' for her as she to me. I'm not trying to say my wife was gay but I think my lower libido (at least with a woman) was what she admired most in me. Although seldom, we did have sex and I can only imagine what went through her mind but it had to be in the line of 'doing her wifely duties'. As for me, I closed my eyes and fantasized about being in the boys showers after gym class. It didn't take long for us to understand neither of us wanted sex and it eventually disappeared all together from our marriage. This was not something we discussed it simply evolved and we were both happier for it. This was my life and I was committed to it with no thoughts on change. Then my boss sent me on a business trip to LA where the gods smiled down on me and I ended up with my staying in West Hollywood. My life changed forever the second I got out of the cab in front of my hotel. Right there were two guys sitting on a bench and they were kissing, no, they weren't just kissing they were making out. As I gawked, I also noticed no one else seemed to care as if it happened all the time. My life changed that moment and as soon as I checked in, I went looking for a man. I didn't have to go far, just the hotel bar to find my first hunk. He was so aggressive he was just what I needed for my first time; it was so erotic to let him do to me whatever he wanted. First, he invited me to sit and then began to fondle me under his table. I warned him that he was exciting me so much I was ready to have an accident. He instructed me to pull out my penis and then he had me ejaculate into his hand. First he licked my issue out of his palm, and then he leaned over and kissed me passing my sperm back to me with his tongue. I took him to my room where for the first time in my life I was allowed to stare openly at another man's cock. You just don't understand the emotion involved in finally being able to achieve a lifelong fantasy. I dropped to my knees in front of this Adonis grasping his member in both hands holding it to my lips to get my first taste of maleness. He grabbed my head forcing his cock into my mouth but I choked trying to put all of him down my throat. When he pulled out, I looked up to him and told him I had never done this before. His whole demeanor changed after that and he said he wanted my first to be special. I told him I didn't want to wait any longer, that my hunger had gone too long for special treatment and that I just wanted to taste him. He sat down and spread his legs, inviting me to crawl between them. I feasted on him pushing as deep down my throat as I could. I held his balls in my hand and therefore knew when he was ready. I raised my head enough that when he came it was in my mouth not down my throat for I wanted to taste his issue and to enjoy the texture on my tongue. I was not disappointed as he rewarded me with blasts of his hot sticky fluids. It was not the taste, as I had tasted enough of my own spunk to know the taste; no, the act of receiving his sperm is what I longed for. It was only after I cleaned his cock with my tongue that I noticed I had climaxed along with him and I hadn't even taken my trousers off yet. The rest of my trip was just a blur as I had sex with nameless guys in countless places all over that fair city. The only fly in the ointment was when I ventured outside the West Hollywood City limits. In all of my homo-erotic euphoria I failed to realize that once outside that city you were back to being an outsider. I met a man, he invited me to a quiet park restroom, and when I pulled down his pants to enjoy yet another cock to suck,I was arrested by an undercover vice cop. The events that happened after that are still not clear to me, but somehow the local paper back home got the story and they ran with it front page news. My wife shocked and embarrassed immediately filed for divorce, my company claiming I had violated a moral clause fired me. As I look back, I'm shocked that I surprised so many people with my gayness; I guess I really was good at hiding in the closet. As to my new life, I'd be afraid to ask for more. I've met a man and he has shown me that love transcends gender plus he's a great lay. Even my new job is the best I could ever hope for, unbelievably I'm a condom salesman, and all I do is travel around to gay bars selling my wears. Sometimes I even offer free demonstrations and believe me business is booming. Outed and Married He always threatened me with being exposed to my coworkers, to the world as the sissy I am to him. Usually it was part of what I thought was his dirty talk, sex talk. He'd tease me with it. He'd be deep inside of me, slow fucking me, talking dirty into my ear. Or he'd have me restrained and be masturbating me as part of 'my reward', as he called it, and would tease me when I was at the height of my sexual frenzy about the people at his business 'knowing' about me. He'd taken me to clubs before. He'd taken me out to gay bars very discreetly and he even got off on watching me dance with other men while dressed all girly girl femme for him, for them. But I never thought he'd actually expose me to my coworkers, to his employees. And I never thought he'd do it in front of them at a holiday party... "Pull your pants down." I look at him. He can't be serious. There are probably thirty-plus people in the room. It's our company holiday party. I feel my heart jump to my throat. He stares at me coldly. "Please, don't do this. Not here. You can't be serious." I look sheepishly to him, implore him, whisper to him. My hushed tone heard by just a few standing near. I feel my face flush red. "Oh my. This party just got very interesting." A woman standing next to her husband leans in and smiles at him, then looks at back at me, then to my boss. "He's actually going to do it people. He said he would, didn't believe him." She laughs loudly, leans in and stares. He ignores her. "Pull your pants down. Don't make me tell you again." He glares at me, says it louder. I'm standing next to him. He sits in a chair and looks up at me. I feel his hand go to my rear. He slaps it hard over the top of my pants. As I bounce slightly forward I feel my face turn bright red. I choke up, can hardly breathe, many have turned to look at me. "It's not like we don't know you're a faggot sissy boy." A man from the warehouse shouts out from the middle of the room. He and two others laugh. The man that sits next to me, my boss, has had this man over to my house. He watched my boss whip me with a belt before I sucked both of them. He knows me all too well. I start to take my pants down. I feel a tear in my eye, my face about to explode, bright, bright red. I take them down to my ankles exposing the pink lace underpants I wear underneath. They are the panties he specifically requested I wear. "Ooooo, cute. And a little dick too, that is cute, cute, cute. You are robbing the cradle." A lady on the other side of me laughs, comments to my boss. She reaches down and runs her hand up the lace on the side of my panties. "They're almost like the ones I'm wearing." She smiles at my boss. He smiles back at her. He turns to me. "All the way off, shoes and sox too." My boss looks up at me. I do as he says. He is not only my boss. He's the man that owns me. I am his sex slave and have been in a deep S&M relationship with him for almost two years. I've done things for others but never been exposed at work. I've never been 'outed' to those I work with, not most anyway. Some know but have never seen me like this before. "Does anyone need a drink? If you do, Princess will get it for you. Won't you, Princess?" I can hardly speak. "Yes." "Yes, what!??!! He shouts at me so the entire room can hear. "Yes, Sir." I feel my eyes fill with tears. My bright red face burns. All eyes are on me now. "Take off that shirt, panties only. Tonight they all see. I need another drink. Let's go, Princess. My submissive little bitch gets introduced tonight. And starting next week will dress like the girl he is at the office. No more stupid 'boy' clothing." I am perfectly and totally exposed in girly girl sissy underpants only. I am baby smooth from top to bottom. All eyes in the room are on me. He holds his glass out to me. Some in the room appear stunned. Others amused. And several are actively interested, staring at me. I take his glass. I move to the kitchen. "You know you don't have to take this. Don't you find this humiliating? It's cruel. You really don't have to be abused like this." A woman in the kitchen stands next to me. She followed me into the kitchen. She talks sternly. I say nothing. I start to get him another vodka on the rocks. "Aren't you psychologically abused by all of this? I'd get my things and go home if I were you. This is definitely cruel. Even given that his business is about adult films. This is too much. I'd leave." She seems truly concerned. She touches my hand. I ignore her. A man enters the room. "'Princess', I like that. I always thought you and him had something going on. Well, Princess it all just made my work days a lot more fun. The warehouse has talked about you for a long time." I work with him. He is in my section of the office. I ignore him. The woman turns to him. "Shut up, don't tease! It's mean." I turn to her. "It's okay. It really is. This is what I do, what I am for him. I do this willingly. I really do. I'll get used to it. You have no idea what I've gotten used to so far. Please, it's okay." She looks at me stunned. I touch her hand. As I pass the man at the door he blocks me. "I'd heard about much of this. Maybe I should visit that house of yours." I move under his arm, feel him slap my butt as I leave. I hurry back to my love, more accurately my master. I hand him his drink. "I brought a pair of my favorite shoes from your house, Princess. They are in my office. Go put them on. I've been planning this a while, most here already know about you." He pats my butt. Several stare. Most have gone back to conversation, music drowning out some of the chatter. I go to his office and see not only my shoes but my makeup bag. I know what he wants. It's too late to bolt and run. What good would it do anyway. I belong to this man. And if they know, so be it. I am his slave boy. When I return to him I am in pink 4" spike heels, open toes with a thin little ankle strap at the top of each. I am perfectly made up too, like he likes. Deep pink lip gloss, dark mascara, huge lashes. I am his perfect sissy, up until now only behind closed doors. He motions me to him. I sit on the arm of his chair and feel his hand go to my butt. I am like his 'trophy', on display now as his cute sissy 'girl'. "I have to say, he's almost like a girl. Totally." The woman and her husband that have been talking with my boyfriend check me out. "Almost. All except for that baby penis and his tiny balls. And he can't keep his hands off of that little thing. Tonight we solve that problem." He reached down next to his chair. He pulls up a tiny box, gift wrapped with a large bow on it. He hands it to me. "Open it, Princess." Several have gathered around. As I open it my heart sinks. It's a penis harness, a locking cock cage. The package reads 'CB 6000'. I know what this is. I look at him. I am speechless. He stands. He speaks loud so that the entire room can hear him. "Please turn down the music." He looks around the room, sees his employees, their wives and husbands. He reaches down and takes my hand, pulls me up to his side. "Many of you know about me, what I am, what I do. And tonight I'm sort of making it official. This is not just a holiday party. It's my official coming out party. And although this may be out of the ordinary, I love a kinky party. To say the least. We are all adults here and I know you can handle me." Several laugh at that. "Several of you know that about me. I'm coming out as a gay man, a gay man that has a very dominant side. That, and my announcement that I am engaged so to speak, to this little sissy girl here. Well, sort of a little girl. More a sissy boy, and more one I completely own and use." Laughter fills the room. Then applause, some are nervously 'going along with it', others actively enjoying all of this. I am stunned. I stand with my eyes to the floor. I can't face them. I can't look at them. "And I'm going to officially take Princess as mine tonight. Sort of marry this little sissy girl right here on the spot." He takes the CB-6000 from my hand, turns to me. "Pull your panties down, honey. Come on. Trust me." He kisses my cheek. I do as he requests, pull my panties down below my cheeks. My tiny penis bounces out in front of me. I have a pink ribbon on myself, up around my tiny balls. It pushes me out in front like he likes, big bow on top of my tiny penis and balls. As the room watches he puts the cock harness on me. He stuffs me into it, locks it around my tiny balls. I feel the weight of it hang on me. He pats my butt, kisses my cheek again. He pulls me up to him and kisses me, French kisses me in front of them all. "I may now spank the bride." He slaps my butt so hard it reverberates through the room. I cry out. Most don't know what to do. They have never seen anything like this before. Tentatively, they start to applaud softly. I can say nothing. I stand before them, caged, panties down to my knees. I feel faint. "Music. Everybody have more to drink. Let's get this celebration going." He looks to me. He speaks quietly so only I hear him. He kisses my cheek, puts his arm around my shoulders, his lips close to my ear. "Pull those panties back up. If you ever expose yourself to anyone, without my permission, without me expressly giving you my consent, you'll spend a week in your punishment room. You're 100% mine now. I own that ass, the rest of you too. Go fix your lipstick." "Daddy, I never...uhh...I'm so..." "You'll get through this. It had to happen. And now at work you'll be the bosses wife. And you'll dress the part everyday." He pats my butt, pushes me gently toward the offices so I can fix my makeup. "When I got engaged it was with my dress on." Two women laugh as I walk past them. "And it wasn't with a chastity belt honey." I walk passed them. I ignored the teasing. I got my things, fixed my makeup. I looked into the mirror at myself. I felt the tightness of the new locked cage holding me in place, making any chance of an erection impossible, making masturbation something I'll have to beg for from now on. As crazy as it may sound to others I liked what I saw in the mirror. I liked what I felt. I want to be that sissy girl in the mirror. I felt my little thing stir, strain at its cage as I thought about all it. I couldn't wait to prance, mince back into the room and be by my owner's side. I was fully out now and wanted it no other way. I walked back to my 'husband', proudly so. Outed By Ebay I've been an opportunity crossdresser since I was a child. By the term opportunity crossdresser, I mean whenever there was an opportunity to dress in women's clothes, I did. As a child, and later as a teen living in my parent's home, it was difficult. In college, living in a dorm, it was near impossible. The only time of my life when I had free reign was after graduation, when I was single and living on my own. But even then I had to hide my clothes from girlfriends who passed through my life for varying lengths of time. Now I'm married with no opportunity to dress at home. However, I'm lucky because I travel for work and when I'm on the road it's for extended periods. I can acquire outfits in whatever city I'm working in but I always have to dispose of them when it's time to head home. Over the last ten years I've found my high heels, corsets, stockings, and dresses mostly at Goodwill stores. When I was able to get up the nerve, I shopped at department stores or small lingerie shops, pretending I wanted the sexy outfits for a girlfriend. But now, thank god, there's Ebay. Ebay has made it possible to buy nearly every type of outfit, no mater how exotic, with zero embarrassment. Finding extra large sizes is no problem and everything is delivered right to my door. Only one problem remained; what to do with the clothes when it was time to go home. Ebay solved that as well; here's how it happened. I had been making non-apparel purchases on Ebay for a few years when I realized that the next time I was away on business I would be able to buy women's clothes on Ebay. Everything would be delivered to my out of town residence and no one would know I was buying women's clothes to wear myself. I anticipated my next business trip with great excitement. I dreamed of a closet bursting with high heels, stockings, panties, corsets, dresses, and wigs. I imagined a wardrobe that any hot girl would be proud of. When the assignment for my next business trip arrived I could barely contain my excitement. I kissed my wife good-bye at the airport and then for the entire trip, I dreamed about what would soon be hanging in my closet. The minute I checked into my apartment I connected the computer and logged onto Ebay. I went crazy, buying five-inch patent leather high-heels, black stockings, garter belts, panties, and corsets. I spent over $200 and even paid extra for the fastest shipping available. Even while I was waiting for my items to arrive I continued to shop, I didn't buy too much more but I surfed and planned my next binge. After a few days of glorious anticipation I realized something that sickened me. It was a disaster, the end of my life, something that would turn my world upside down. I had never changed the Ebay shipping address, all my beautiful, sexy clothes were about to be delivered to my home where my wife would wonder why so many packages were arriving. What was I going to do? What would I tell her? I agonized over what I could say. None of the excuses I thought of worked, none of them made sense. For example, I could say, "I don't know anything about it dear." But then she would say, "Your name is on all the packages." I could tell her, "All the clothes are for you honey." But she would respond, "Everything is extra large. The shoes are size 12!" I knew there was no way to talk my way out of it. I would have to tell her the truth. The realization set me free. There was no reason to mope, to feel sorry for myself, if my wife tossed me out of the house, divorced me, and took everything I owned while spreading my secret all over town, so be it. Shit happens. The next thing I did was add my current address to my Ebay account and start buying sexy items again. I was determined to not let anything prevent me from enjoying lace panties and high-heels while I was living on my own. My wife, Ellen, called two days later. Half a dozen packages had arrived and she wanted to know what was going on. I told her the packages were personal, would she be kind enough to put them away until I returned home? Then she admitted that she had already opened them and wanted to know whom was I buying lingerie for. It was the end of the line, time to come out of the closet, she thought I was cheating so I blurted out the truth. Ellen was silent for two minutes after I told her that the clothes were for me. When she spoke again she asked a series of questions: "Was I gay?" "No," I assured her. "How long have you been like this?" "As long as I can remember." "Did I want to be a woman?" "No. The clothes just made me feel sexy." The conversation ended abruptly with nothing resolved. I was afraid I had hurt her and that she might do something out of anger. She called back several hours later and in a very calm voice she said, "I don't want to talk about this again until you're home. Then we'll figure out where we're going." She was true to her word. She never mentioned the clothes again even though we spoke every night. I received my second group of sexy purchases and enjoyed four weeks of unrestricted dressing in the sexiest, most slutty clothes available on Ebay. When my business was over, I decided to keep my new clothes, after all, if I was going to be banished from the house, there was no point to sacrificing the clothes. And since my wife knew everything, there was no danger of being caught. I didn't know what to expect when I walked into my house, but what Ellen did shocked me. She grabbed my head with both hands, pulled our faces together and forced her tongue into my mouth and down my throat until I felt as if it were tickling my lungs. It was the deepest most passionate kiss I have ever had. "Welcome home sweetheart," she said while taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom. All the packages that had arrived while I was away were neatly piled on the floor beside the bed. "Take a shower and wash really well with this," she said handing me a tube of some kind of soap. "Just don't use it to shampoo," she added. "When you finish showering, put on one of your woman's outfits. I want to see what you look like." She stepped out of the room and closed the door. She's testing me, I thought, she wants to see if the clothes are really mine or if saying I'm a cross dresser is just me hiding an affair. I determined that I had to look great when I modeled my outfit for her. If I looked like I had never had a mini-dress and high-heels on before, she would think that I was lying, that I was involved with another woman. I stepped into the shower and worked the soap she had given me into a lather. It surprised me when all my body hair rinsed off with the suds. Now I was really confused. Was she helping me to be a more convincing woman when she inspected me later? That must be it I thought, she's helping me, she wants to believe. I toweled my body and blow-dried my long hair into the feminine style that I use when dressing. As a male my hair hangs straight and falls just below the shoulder. It's stringy, like a horse's mane, and is an indistinct mousy brown. But when I blow-dry it into my female style it takes on a new life. Large curls blanket my head, softening my face. The ringlet curls hang loosely, gently brushing my shoulders in a soft airy web. Light reflects off each curl differently depending on the angle, so high-lights appear, creating a chestnut brown color worthy of a model on a Revlon home hair coloring package. Now, with my hair perfect, I shivered at the thought of seeing all the clothes that I had been pining over because of my shipping miscue. My hands trembled as I opened the first package. I nearly squealed with delight as my eyes fell upon the bridal-white corset. It was what I had been dying to wear for so long. Since I had received none of my original purchases, I had visited them, drooling over their photos daily on ebay. I held the lace-up corset at arms length and my brain flashed an image of me wearing the delicate feminine garment. I looked so beautiful and sexy it took my breath away. When reality returned, I lowered the corset and stepped into it. I slid it up my legs and let it brush lightly across my fast stiffening cock as I lifted it into position. It was strapless, with an inch of fine lace trim around the top and bottom hems. As I tightened the laces the corset narrowed, compacting my waist almost effortlessly. I tugged the laces again and felt the bone stays compress my mid-section further. The garter straps danced, tickling my thighs as I pulled the laces one more time and tied them behind me. The ends of the laces dangled from the small of my back. I wiggled my behind, setting them swaying, gently grazing my ass cheeks and then settling softly in the crack. This corset was wonderful, the best I've ever worn. I checked myself in the mirror and was amazed to see that I now had what looked like a 28-inch waist. The corset held me tight but was flexible enough for me to bend and I felt no discomfort when I opened the next box. More bridal-white. This time, thong panties and stockings. The panties were of the same satin material as the corset. Once in place they felt cool and comfortable on my cock and balls. The slippery thong strap slid deeper between my ass cheeks with every move I made. When I reached for a stocking it moved an inch. When I lifted my leg to slip into the stocking, the thong slid another inch. My panties, with their slow crawl into my ass, were driving me wild. I couldn't concentrate on getting dressed so long as the strap was lazily working its way into my crack. But I had to get on with it so I spread my legs, squatted, and shimmied like a stripper. That did it. I gasped as the thong finally came to rest, lodged deep between my cheeks. I was beginning to worry that I was taking too long and that my wife would burst in before I was ready. I was enjoying myself tremendously but I couldn't dawdle, I had to finish dressing and face Ellen. I slipped quickly into the stockings and fastened the garters. I opened a small box and pulled out two silicone 36C breasts. I slipped them into the corset cups and pinched them into their proper place. I felt much more complete now that I had proper tits pressing against my own nipples. The next box held my dress. It was the proverbial little black dress except that it was white. I made sure the zipper was open and stepped into the dress. I lifted it until I was able to slip my arms under the spaghetti straps and shrug them onto my shoulders. The mid-section was elastic. It conformed to my body so I twisted it into place and smoothed it across my stomach. I reached behind and raised the zipper, which snugged the dress across my tits. The skirt was loose below the elastic mid-riff and billowed nicely from my hips down to the hem that ended several inches above my knees. I was dying to look in the mirror but I made up my mind to wait until I had completed the transformation. I kicked open a shoe box, luck was still with me, white 4-inch high-heel pumps tumbled from the box and landed one step away in a perfect position for me to step into. As I did, gaining height, tightening my legs and ass, my heart skipped a beat. The thrill of slipping into a pair of high-heels never failed to send a shiver of pleasure through my body no matter how many times I had worn heels before. I knew that with those high-heels on my feet I would look great, a hot woman with a killer body. My reflection in the mirror did not disappoint. I looked as beautiful as I had hoped. Finally it was time. I had to tear myself away from the mirror. Normally I would have strutted around, sitting, standing, laying on the bed, catching glimpses of myself in the mirror. I wanted to stare at myself and rub my hands all over my sexy feminine body until I was crazy with desire, aching to cum. But today wasn't usual, I had to face Ellen. I walked as calmly as possible to the door and stepped out. My heels clicked through the house as I searched for my wife. "In here," she called from the living room. She was sitting on the sofa sipping a glass of red wine. I entered the room and I watched her mouth fall open. "Oh, my god," she gasped. "Turn around." I spun slowly, doing my best runway impersonation, giving her the full picture. "You're gorgeous," she said, clearly amazed. "I never would have believed it." She patted the seat beside her, "have a seat." I sat, crossing my legs femininely. "Aren't you the perfect little lady," she said playfully and poured me a big glass of wine. "I'll be right back. You finish that glass while I'm gone." I lifted the wine and gulped down half of it, then I sat back and let out a deep breath. It wasn't until that moment that I realized how tense I was. Even though I had been comfortable dressing in women's clothes for years, I had just exposed myself to my wife dressed as a woman. Her reaction seemed positive, I felt good, although I still didn't know what she really thought. I lifted my glass and guzzled the rest of the wine. I finished a second glass before Ellen returned. She had changed her clothes. Gone were her pretty, casual slacks and blouse. In their place were what were probably Ellen's least feminine clothes, painter's over-alls with a tee shirt underneath. She lifted the wine bottle and refilled both glasses. She poured haphazardly, leaving two big spills on the coffee table. "Sorry. I guess you'll have to wipe that up now," she said. I stared blankly, not understanding. "Get a rag and clean up that mess now, I said." Her voice was forceful, direct, and a little threatening. There was no doubt she expected me to clean the spill. I started toward the kitchen for a sponge. "Hurry!" she almost shouted. I quickened my step. I thought I heard a small snicker and I know I felt her stare at my ass as I walked away. I wiggled it a little, just playing. "Nice ass," she called after me. When I returned with the sponge she was again seated on the sofa sipping wine. She watched me lasciviously as I blotted at the spill. "Not like that. No woman moves like that," she said as she put her glass down and stepped around the table to me. She grabbed the sponge and demonstrated. "Bend at the waist. Legs stay straight." I took the sponge and did as she had done. She pushed down on my back. "Bend at the waist. Keep your legs straight and your ass high. That's it." I was finally doing it to Ellen's satisfaction. She was pleased with me and I felt good that she was. Suddenly, I felt her hands on my ass. She was gently caressing me. It felt very good, I closed my eyes and sighed. "I thought you'd like that," Ellen cooed. Her hands continued down below the hem of my dress. I sighed again when they touched my stockinged legs and I groaned when her hands slid under my dress between my thighs. Ellen brushed my balls through the silky panties and I melted, nearly falling as my legs buckled. "Oh, what a sweet, innocent, horny girl you are," she whispered. "You're so hot. I can't wait to fuck you." My mind raced, pictures of Ellen and I engaged in a slow and tender lesbian 69 flashed in my brain. In my imagination she and I would be best girlfriends who thrilled to each other's gentle touch. Being a lipstick lesbian was my fantasy. It would soon be apparent that Ellen had other ideas. "You make me so horny, baby. What's your name?" she asked softly. "Marcia," I answered meekly. "Don't be shy, baby," she said. "I like you Marcia, I can't wait to get into your pretty panties. Feel this, see how anxious I am?" She pushes her hips forward and twisted it against my ass. I felt something hard dig against me. "That's my cock, girl," she said in a sultry rasp. I must have pulled away because Ellen said quickly, "Don't be afraid. My cock and your pussy are going to be best friends." Ellen stepped back, again sitting on the sofa. "You've given me a good hard-on but I want a bit more entertainment," Ellen announced. "Come over here and give me a lap dance." I stepped toward her hesitating. I didn't know if I should do what she wanted or run away. She was frightening me. "Take you dress off," she commanded. I unzipped the dress and stepped out of it, laying it neatly on a chair. Ellen practically licked her lips, ogling me as I stepped between her spread legs. I imagined music, closed my eyes, and danced as suggestively as I could. I performed all the moves I could remember from strip clubs that I'd been to. I twisted and writhed; I ground my ass against Ellen's crotch. I shook my tits in her face, and then I turned and displayed my ass, bending forward so she got a good view of the thong in my crack. I remained bent over and spread my cheeks with my hands. When I felt Ellen's warm lips kiss my ass I pushed against them. Her hands were all over me. She massaged my tits, ass, thighs and ball. Her touch was electric; I had never felt sensations like these before. I tingled under the panties and stockings when she caressed me. Soon her hard cock was rubbing against me. "This is what you want," she said. "Admit it Marcia, you want my hard cock." "Yes," I answered, unable to control my desire. "I want your hard cock." "Lean over the table," she ordered. "Put your chest on the table and keep your ass in the air where I can reach it." I did as she ordered and waited while I heard her unbuckle the overalls. When I turned, I saw that Ellen had an eight-inch dildo strapped to her crotch. She lowered my panties and slid the rubber cock against my ass, letting it excite and terrify me. I heard her fumble with something and then gel spurting from a tube. I felt a cool sensation on my ass hole. Ellen was lubing me for easy penetration. "You're going to love this, Marcia," she whispered reassuringly. "All the girls are afraid their first time, but then they love fucking." One finger slipped easily into my ass followed quickly by a second. She worked them in and out and rotated them, stretching my sphincter. She withdrew the two fingers and reinserted them along with a third. I sighed happily. "I see you've done this before, " Ellen whispered. "You are so wet and hot. I'd say your ready for my cock." She removed her fingers pushed the dildo into me in one easy, smooth and slow motion. As it filled me, I gasped and push back to greet it. "What a silly thing I am," Ellen admitted. "Imagine, me thinking that I was going to have to teach you to enjoy having your ass fucked when it's obvious that you've been doing this for a long time." "I've only done it by myself," I said quickly, wanting her to know that I had never cheated. "You've only fucked your own ass? You've never been with anyone else?" Ellen's cock had slid into me as far as possible, her thighs were pressing against my ass and I was having trouble concentrating on my words. "No, never," I managed to croak. "Only by myself." She slowly drew the cock back until it was almost completely out of my ass. "Please don't stop," I begged. She rammed the dildo forward, filling my ass in a split second. "Oh, I'm not stopping," she said. "I'm about to show you what a real fucking is all bout." Suddenly, she slapped my ass with her palm and began pumping her cock in and out in long powerful thrusts. Soon we were both breathing heavily, Ellen was really working hard. I began to feel tremors in my body. Waves of warm shivers started deep in my ass and radiated out in all directions; down my legs, forward toward my balls and cock, and up my spine. My back arched and my leg muscles twitched. My body was rigid but I still managed to push back meeting every one of Ellen's thrusts. "How's that Marcia?" Ellen demanded. "Are you going to cum? I want to make you cum. I want to fuck you 'til you cum." My head tilted back, I would have been looking at the ceiling if my eyes hadn't rolled back into their sockets. My breath became shorter and I realized that I was moaning rhythmically. I was indeed very close to an orgasm. Outed By Ebay Ellen kept shouting at me, "Cum you filthy slut! Cum sexy girl!" The waves that were shooting through me came faster and faster until they were one continuous tsunami. Every inch of my body was throbbing, buzzing with electricity, but the center of it all, the focal point of all feeling and concentration was a point deep in my ass. Ellen's cock kept pounding it and it kept tightening and pulsing with a joyous vibration. That point, now the center of my universe, tightened and tightened and tightened until I thought it would ..... Explode. When it exploded my whole body convulsed and everything went bright red. I screamed and shot cum clear across the room. It seemed like several minutes before consciousness returned but in reality it was only a second or two. The first thing I noticed was that Ellen's cock was still deep in my ass and it still felt good to push back against it. We stood like that for a while but eventually tired. Ellen withdrew the dildo and my first thought was; when can we do this again? Ellen must have been reading my mind because she said, "I love fucking you Marcia. If you eat pussy as well as you fuck, I'm going to keep you dressed in the sexiest woman's wardrobe in town." If you enjoyed this story, or have any comment, please review it here or I'd love to hear from you directly.