6 comments/ 141195 views/ 15 favorites Monica By: L.A. Wicker It was a few days before spring break in my senior year of high school, when I first saw Monica as a sexy lady. She was about 40 years old, and always had a very sweet smile on her light, skinned face. She had, short brown hair with streaks of blonde running through it. Most times, a very big smile and a little sparkle in her eye for me. Being a dumb shit 18 teen year old high school guy with hormones going wild for my fellow female students. I never really noticed. Monica, was our bus driver. She was a widow, and there were so many rumors about her I don't think anybody really knew a thing about her. She lived and owned the farm next to my families. She had married an older man right out of high school. They weren't married a year until he passed away, leaving Monica a very big farm, and tons of money. One story that went around town was; Monica and her late husband were making love when he died. All of us kids would say things like, "With her big hips, and butt she could kill a man." Monica had a very nice, full, womanly set of hips and her round ass could split a pair of jeans wide open. She wasn't fat, just a nice full lady. Until one day, the girl I was banging at the time told me, "James, do you ever see how see looks at you?" Debbie asks me. Debbie was a total babe at 5 foot 7 inches tall with blonde hair that went to her firm ass, "she looks like a bitch in heat when she sees you coming." "What are you talking about?" I said, taking my normal seat on the bus and running my hand up Debbie's short skirt, she loved it when I fingered her. I could make her cum anywhere; "she's old enough to be my mom!" I looked to the front of the bus, sure enough; Monica was looking in the big rear view mirror, back at me. I gave her a little smile and went back to fingering Debbie's' sweet pussy. Since I lived next to Monica's farm, I was the last person off the bus, and the first on every morning. All the other kids had been dropped off and Monica started driving toward home. I had always sat in the back of the bus doing my homework or writing a love letter to the girl I was fucking at the time. However, today after the last kids got off the bus, I slowly walked to the front of the long bus and sat down right behind Monica, "How are you today?" I ask her, as I looked into the rear view mirror. Her sunglasses covered her eyes as she looked up. "I'm fine, and how are you James?" she gave me that sweet smile again, "you know you've been riding my bus 3 years now, and this is the first time you've ever came to sit with me on the way home." I kinda felt bad, she was always so friendly and never had sent me to the school office for some of my wild escapades. Like, mooning cars that drove by our bus, or tossing water balloons on people walking down the sidewalk, "I know. I'm sorry." She just gave me a glance in the mirror and said, "Maybe this will be the beginning of something new." She gave me a very sexy look. When I looked at her pretty smile, it came to me that she was a very nice looking woman. As I looked up, I also saw that she had a big set of breasts. I guess she was a size 40dd. We talked about things that were going on around our small town of, London, Kentucky. Nothing really ever happened at all, just some 'bull-shit' gossip about somebody. Or somebody moving away to a bigger city. "Would you like to make some money this weekend?" Monica said, "I need to find out why my tractor won't start. I'll pay you for coming over and looking at." As she looked back at me, she had a pleading 'little girl' look on her face. I had to grin when I saw it, she looked so cute. I had been taking auto shop every year in high school. Whenever anybody had car trouble they called yours truly to fix it, "Sure, I'd love to. I've been dying to see what you're place looks like," She had thousands of trees that shielded anyone from seeing her home, "what time and day do you want me to come over?" She laughed a little and said, "If you ever wanted to see my place, all you had to do was to come over, silly. How about tomorrow about 11a.m. I'll even fix you a nice lunch, OK?" So, it was set. I would be at the lovely woman's house the next day. The rest of the day, Monica filled my mind with visions of her sweet smile, her big breasts, and those great hips. Later that night, I had a date with dear, sweet Debbie. And she was going to get the 'fucking' of her young life. 2. Debbie came by my house about 7:30 that night to pick me up, "Hi, sexy," I said as I slid into her car. Giving her a nice long kiss, letting my tongue wrap around hers, "I've been waiting for you!" My hand found it's way under her skirt. I could feel she was already horny, "Is this for me?" I whispered in her ear. Moving my fingers over her wetness, teasing her hard clit, "I love it when you're this wet." "Yes!" Debbie moaned, thrusting her hips to my rubbing hand, "you're going to make me cum right here. Stop, please!" "Don't you want this hot, sexy pussy to cum?" I teased the poor, horny girl, "you're pussy is so wet, and on fire. I could fuck you right here." By now, I had 2 fingers going in and out of her young body. Her juices coated my fingers. She ground her hips into my hand. I knew if I didn't stop, my beautiful date would be exploding any second, "Oh James! Stop. Not now, I want it by the lake. PLEASE!" "Oh come on, cum on my hand." I said driving my tongue into her mouth. Caressing her tongue, gums, and lips. My other hand went around her body, grabbing her breast, teasing her nipple. Rolling her nipple between my fingers, driving my young date crazy. Her moans deepened, she was close to cumming on my hand, "STOP! JAMES! I want it by the lake, DAMN IT!" She pushed me away from her, "you can make me cum anywhere. I love you so much." Her lips gently kissed me, and we drove away. Debbie pulled her car to a nice spot by the lake, and we climbed into the back seat, "Now! You can do anything to me!" she said as she spread her legs, "I'm so horny James." My hands began pulling off her thin blouse, exposing her tender, young breast. Her nipples looked like bullets, standing proud, ready to be used, "Oh Debbie, you're so beautiful." My mouth covered one off her nipples. My tongue teased her nipple, her back arched and her hands rammed my face into her breast. I tried to imagine what it would be like sucking Monica's big, full breasts. "Oh yes! Suck it. Suck it hard. Make me cum!" Debbie begged me. I had never seen her this horny. She was on fire and I loved it. My hands pulled her mini skirt up, "Oh Debbie, you wore the panties I bought you," two days before I got Debbie pair of powder blue, bikini panties that were a size to small. I could see her young love mound, her sexy lips and exactly were her wetness was coming from, "do you want me to eat you or just go on and love you?" She panted for air, her sexy eyes were filled with love, and she looked at me, and she said, "Take me HURRY!" her little hands tried pulling down my jeans, "HURRY! I'm going to cum right now!" I pulled my jeans down fast, I mounted my disparate date, "I love you, Debbie!" I pushed my 10 inches deep into Debbie's tender sex. Her incredible wetness made me slide deep in her body, "OH GOD! Debbie!" I began pumping her young body, in and out, pushing my cock into her womb. Each thrust into her, I thought of our sexy bus driver, Monica. 'I bet her pussy would be wet,' I thought. "OH JAMES!" Her thin hips lifted up, her body released on my cock, "OH YES! OH YES!" Her loving muscles softly squeezed me. Bringing me to my release, into her loving body. I pumped my cock faster into her, filling her body with my hot seeds, "OH DEBBIE!" I pumped her deep, fast, and very hard. Each thrust into I pretended it was Monica, "Oh you're so sexy, so hot. I love fucking you, Monica. Oh yes!" Debbie's wonderful, thin hips matched my every lunge into her body, "I'M CUMMING AGAIN! OH JAMES!" Once again, my sweet date's body exploded on my hard, thick cock. I pumped her hard, fast, ramming into her sex. After a good hour of hot sex, we rested into each other's arms. Tears filled Debbie's soft eyes, and she ask, "James, you called me Monica. Were you thinking of her while you loved me?" she began sobbing in my arms. I felt so bad, this beautiful girl gave me her love, and I called her another woman's name. "Oh no! I would never do that. I don't know why I said that. I'm SO sorry." I hugged her tight trying to comfort her. I was such an ass. Debbie's crying slowed a bit, and she said, "I think you did. James, we're through. That really hurt me. I can't believe you were thinking of that old, fat cow of a woman, when you were fucking me," She fixed her clothes, "you can go fuck her fat ass. Never call me again!" she reached across me opening my car door, "GET OUT!" "She's not a cow. She's a very nice lady!" I got out of her car, slamming the car door as hard as I could. And, began my 10-mile walk home. 3. The next morning I woke up early. I took a quick shower and got ready for the short drive to Monica's place. As I walked outside the early summer heat hit me in the face. Today was going to be a hot one, and it would make working in the sun a bitch. All I could hope for was, her tractor was parked in the shade, or in the barn. I drove up Monica's driveway, the first thing I saw was, her tractor was parked right in the middle of her 100-acre yard. "Oh shit," I said, pulling up to the front of her big house, "Wow, what a nice place." Monica walked out a few seconds after I parked, "Well, good afternoon." Her face filled with that big smile. Her eyes also had a little sparkle in them; "it's good to finally get you over here. I've known you for 3 years now. And, you've lived next door to me since the day you were born." That day, Monica had worn a very tight summer blouse, which showed her nice, firm breast. I could swear the pair of pink jeans she had on was going to split open. They covered her firm hips so good; it looked like they were painted on her. "You sure do have a great place," I said, as I looked at her house, and a quick look at her hips, "it's going to be a hot one today." I looked up to the sky. Monica smiled with her sweet lips, and said, "It sure is. If you need water, drinks, anything you be sure and speak up, OK?" I looked her over again, and replied, "I sure will. How long has you're tractor been broke down?" We started walking towards it. Monica led the way, giving me a great look at her ass in the tight jeans. She had one nice looking ass. It was firm, and very toned. She had to work out, or something. "What happened when it broke?" I ask her, giving her hips another fast look. I started looking over the tractor engine. "I was cutting the grass, it started making a very high pitched squealing noise. I headed it to the barn, and it just shut off." She made a sad face, "is that bad?" She moved next to me looking at the dead engine. I could feel the heat from her very nice looking mature body. I reached to pull out the oil stick, my arm brushed her firm breast, and it felt SO nice. All I could think about was, what they would look like naked, "Did it have oil in it?" I ask, looking at the dip stick, "if it was dry, you may have burnt up the engine." "As far as I know it did. It's very hard not having a man around to help me," She said with that sad little girl look on her face, "I really need to hire somebody to help me here. It's to much for me sometimes." I looked at her sad face. It looked like she was going to start crying any second, I hated to see any woman cry, and I said, "I should be able to fix it Look, it is full of oil," I showed her the dip stick, "you really need someone to help you out around here?" I needed a job, and it would be fun seeing Monica more, HELL I was starting to really like this lady. She so sweet, good looking, so sexy looking. "GOD, yes. Are you interested?" She looked like she was going to jump into my arms she was so happy. I looked at her happy face, and said, "What would you be able to pay? I'm TRYING to save for that class trip to England. But, 5 thousand dollars is a lot." All of my friends had good jobs and parents that had lots money. But, my family didn't have that kind of cash. It looked like I'd being home for the summer, and all of my friends would be in jolly old England having a great time. "Oh I could manage about… 10 dollars an hour. How does that sound?" She had that pleading little girl look on her face again. I could have never made that much working in town and here I could do all kinds of things outside, and best of all, I'd be able to see, and be near Monica. I was really starting to like her. "That would be great!" I told her. Her sweet face lit up, and she gave me a tight hug. Our hips pressed together, sending a hot rush of blood straight to my cock. Her breasts crushed into my chest. I had never felt anything so nice in my life, "OH THANK YOU! I'm so happy. I was kind of worried if I had to hire somebody I didn't know. It's real hard being a single woman. You'll never know." Her warm eyes started to fill with tears. Her head lay on my shoulder, I could feel her warm body relaxing in my arms, and she pushed her wonderful hips into mine. I'm sure she felt me getting stiff against her body, "I guess I need to go clean house, and start lunch. If you need ANYTHING, just yell." She pulled from me, leaving me with a nice loving feeling. "I sure will." I said, watching her walk away. Her fine ass had a nice young girl swish. I think I made her day with our nice hug. I know it sure made me feel good. I got my toolbox from my truck, and started tearing down the tractor engine. It was hard keeping my mind on what I was doing. All I could think about was Monica, and how good she had felt in my arms. I had always dated young, thin girls from school. I had never held a woman with a nice, full body like hers. About an hour later I had the all engine parts lying in the back of my truck. One of the main bearings had locked up. It wouldn't cost my new friend that much to fix. "Well, did you find out what's wrong yet?" Monica ask. I turned to see that see had changed into a very small half shirt, with no bra, that gave me a great view of her breasts and nipples. As I looked down, she had also changed into a pair of those, little Spandex shorts. Her hips and ass looked like they were sent from heaven. I could see every bone, curve, and best of all, her tender, love mound. And, it was swollen and a little damp spot right in the middle of it. I couldn't get my reply out, "I … Um… yes, it's a burned out bearing." I stuttered. Still in shock from seeing her body, "it won't cost that much to replace it. We can get it real cheep in Summerset." I looked to the tight shorts that covered her body. I had never seen anything like her in my life. Her wide hips filled my eyes. All I could think about was what it would be like lying between them. "Thank goodness. I was worried it would cost a fortune to fix." She had leaned against me. Her pussy pressed into my side. I could feel the immense heat coming from it. It felt like she was on fire. None of the girls I had ever dated felt like this. They always got horny as hell for me, but it felt like there were flames coming from Monica's pussy. When I turned to look at her, our bodies were face to face, and pressing together. My growing manhood now rested right on her hot, love mound. My hands slid down and holding each side of her hips. Her warm flesh filled my hands, "I… need to tell you something." My face turned bright red. "What? You don't have to be embarrassed, you can tell me anything." Her soft hand went to my face, and gently caressed me. It was so nice having her hand on me. You see; my family wasn't a very hugging, or touching kind of people. The only time I ever had a woman's hand on me was, when I was with one of the girls I dated. But, this was SO different. I could feel love coming from her hand. I stuttered a few times, then managed to get the words out, "You… Um… look REALLY sexy in those shorts." I did it. Now she was going to slap my face and think I was a pervert. She shifted against my cock, rocking softly against my hardness, "Oh thank you. You're so sweet. It's going to be SO nice having a handsome man around here helping me… fixing things." Her warm mouth moved to mine, and she gave me the softest and most loving kiss I had ever had in my life. Her lips sent hot blood to my cock. Filling it to full hardness. My hands moved to her bottom, I slowly caressed as her kiss deepened. Her body trembled against mine as I gentle squeezed her bottom, "Mmmm we better go eat lunch, and get ready to drive to, Summerset, before it gets to late." She started to pull away from me, but my hands held her sexy hips to mine. I didn't want this wonderful feeling to leave me, "It's been so long since a man has held me like this." Her head rested on my shoulder, and I could feel her body relaxing. I could hear her breathing increase, she began gyrating her pussy on my swollen cock. "OH YES!" She moaned, driving her tongue into my mouth. My hands went under her tight shorts. I was now holding her bare bottom in my hands. I ran my hand down the wonderful crack of her behind, teasing her. Her flesh was so soft, and so very hot. "I've never held anyone like you before," I said, as my hands continued touching her bottom, pushing her into my hardness, "you feel so good." My caressing of her deepened, pulling her hips into me hard. "Let's go inside," Monica gasp for air, pulling away from me. I watched her sexy bottom as she led the way into her wonderful house. Once inside I couldn't believe how nice her house looked. It had giant beam ceilings and skylights everywhere, "Oh this is the most beautiful house I've ever seen in my life, Oh wow!" I said, when I saw her big screen TV set, "this is so nice." I went over to look it over, "How does it look?" She moved against me, just like outside, her hips pushed into my manhood. And, she brought it back to full hardness in 2 seconds, "It won't work. Last month I was cleaning, and it hasn't worked since. I've been so lost without it." She had that little girl look on her face again. "Well…" I caressed her firm ass cheek, and said, "I'm good at fixing most… anything." My hands slowly moved around the soft shorts to her warm pussy mound. I could feel her breath in with each touch. "Oh my!" she pulled from me, "I…I bet you could… can." She stuttered like a little girl. Her face turned a nice shade of pink. I looked behind the giant TV, sure enough, a wire had been pulled off. I plugged it back in, and her TV came back to life, "OH YES! THANK YOU!" Monica jumped into my arms, smashing a hard kiss on my lips, "I've missed it so much. I've got so many movies in the mail I've wanted to watch." I looked a self she hard next to the TV, she must have had close to a thousand movies, "How many do you have," I looked around the movies, "you have a few I've been wanting to see myself." "Oh really? What ones?" She asks, pushing her body back into mine, "maybe we could watch one together some night?" That little girl look she got on her face was just about to kill me. Whenever she was happy, sad, or excited it filled her face, driving me just about insane. My hand cupped her bottom, "That would be so nice. Especially with you." My hand slid back under her shorts, this time I went down the front. Her pussy was soaked; her juices ran from her body like a river, "You're so hot!" My fingers started teasing her swollen clit. I gently moved my fingers up and down her wet lips, stopping at her tender opening. A finger slowly entered her quivering body. Her muscle squeezed my finger as I pushed it inside her. Her head rested on my chest as I pushed father in her longing body. Monica I pushed one more finger in her; again, her muscles greeted me in her body. I slowly worked in and out of her, "You're beautiful," I kissed her on her lips. "OH GOD!" She jumped away from me gasping for air, "Let's eat, before you drive me insane," and we went to her kitchen, "I hope you like what I fixed for us." I looked at the table, she had fixed fried chicken, mashed potatoes and rolls. "WOW! It looks great. You didn't have to go to this much trouble for me." She just smiled and said, "I'm going to do anything it takes to spoil you. I don't want to lose my handsome new helper." Her hands ran through my long, thick hair. Her breast pushed to my chest, crushing her hard nipples into me. I rubbed her sexy ass, running my hand down her wonderful crack, and replied, "You don't have to worry about that." And I sat down to eat the great lunch she made. We talked about some of the things she wanted to do in her yard. And she liked hearing about the things I wanted to do when, or if I ever got my own farm. Then I just had to ask her this, "Is it true that you're totally rich, and you're husband died making love to you?" "WHAT?" she yelled, "is that what they say about me?" her face had a little look of hurt, "I'm what you could say rich." She took a deep breath, and went on, "NO, my husband didn't die making love to me. He died after his shower. He lay across our bed and just passed away. He had a very bad heart." I reached over to her, wiping a small tear from her eye, "Don't worry about what they say. I think you're a wonderful woman." I said, leaning to her warm lips, I placed a little kiss on them. "I hate this town," she sniffed, "if I didn't love this house so much I'd sell it and move." She hugged me, "And, now I've got you." I caressed her hair and said, "You sure do," I pulled her from the chair, picking her up into my arms, "Where's you're bedroom?" She pointed to the hall, "James. You're a VERY attractive young man, but I shouldn't do this," I kissed her deep, sliding my tongue around her mouth, "Oh GOD help me." She moaned. 4. I walked into her room. Her bed sat by a large window over looking her yard, "I've thought about you every minute since yesterday," I sat her on her bed, "I even lost Debbie thinking about you." Her hand reached to mine, and in a very caring voice she ask, "Oh, what happened? You two love each other so much," Her hand caressed my back as I sat down next to her, "I'm so sorry." Her tender lips moved to mine. She kissed me deep, as her hands reached to my pants. She gasp when she felt my hardness in her hands. "What's wrong?" I ask, as my hands found her large, supple breasts, "how long has it been for you?" I pulled her tiny shirt over her head, tossing it on the floor. As I looked to her heaving breasts, I could see her nipples getting hard right before my eyes. Her sweet face turned red seeing me look at her. See looked like some of the teen girls I had been with. "You will be my second man." She kissed me, "I haven't been with a man in 20 years." I reached to her, holding one of her tender breast in my hand, and said, "Oh you poor thing," I kissed her deep, as my fingers caressed her lonely nipple, "I'm going to love you the rest of the day. Is that OK with you?" I kissed her again; laying her back on the king sized bed. My hands roamed her neglected body. I couldn't believe a woman as pretty as this, had been alone so long. My hands found there way between her breathtaking thighs, Monica was soaking wet. Her body was on FIRE, "Oh James. Love me. Hold me." She said as tears ran down her beautiful lonely face. The little girl look that I had come to love filled her face. I stood up, pulling down the tight shorts that covered her hips, "I'll do anything and everything you want," I looked down, seeing the most gorgeous sex I had ever seen. Monica's sex lips had to have been 2 inches long. I moved between her legs and began kissing her creamy white things, "do you mind if I …taste you a little while?" I ask, kissing up and down her wet pussy slit. Her legs wrapped around my head, squeezing me tight, "OH JAMES! OH GOD! YES!" She screamed to the top of her lungs. Her screams echoed through the house. Her hips thrashed about the bed as my tongue found it's way around her pussy, "no one has ever done this to me!" I lapped at her pussy, finding every cavity, cleft and opening on her. Letting my tongue tease every centimeter of her tender flesh. I was driving her crazy, "Is it good?" I stopped licking to ask her. Her hips thrashed into my face, "OH, YES! YES! She screamed out. She again, locked her thighs around my head. I drove my tongue into her center. Pushing as deep into her wetness as I could go. Her entire lower body lifted off of her bed, "JAMES! I'M CUMMING! OH JAMES, YOU MADE ME CUM!" Her screams filled the house, as her body released on my tongue. Her juices rushed from her body, coating my face, "James, oh James." I lapped at her flaming pussy until her immense orgasm was over. Then I moved atop of the hips and ass that had been driving me crazy all after noon. As I looked down into her eyes, that little girl look once again filled her face, "Oh Monica! You are so beautiful," and my cock head began to makes it's way into her lonely love, "Monica!" I yelled as I entered her loving body. I shook with pleasure and delight as I made my way in this loving woman. Her gentle, caring hands held me tight as I pushed into her deepest burrow, "Oh James!" she moaned as I sank into her burning body. Her inner muscles squeezed my hardness as I pushed farther in her, until I was resting with my entire cock in her. I rested on top of Monica, enjoying being in this beautiful woman. Being inside her was like nothing I had ever felt. Her body squeezed me as gentle as her loving hands had. Her insides milked my cock, as I looked at her sweet face. I was lost in a woman more than twice my age. And, I loved it! I began moving in and out of her wonderful love. Each push inside her was better than the last. Her body squeezed me tighter each time, "You feel SO good!" I gasp as I pushed deep into her wanting pussy. "James! You feel so good inside me. I could get used to this real easy." Monica said, smiling up at me. Her sexy hips started pushing to meet my thrust inside her. The incredible juices flowed from her body, making her very slick inside. The great sound of sex filled the silent room, as we loved each other. I pumped her body faster, deeper; I was ready to cum in this sexy woman, "Monica! Monica!" I thrust deep in her as I could push. My long cock started shooting its built up load, deep inside her lonely body, "Oh! YES! OH MONICA!" I screamed as I filled up her womb. "YES! YES!" She yelled out as I came in her. She rammed her hips to meet my thrust in her, "Cum sexy man. Cum in me, I love it." Her caring hands wrapped around my neck as she kissed me softly on the lips. Our eyes watched each other, looking into each other's soul. I knew I was in love. I was meant to be with this lady. I hugged her to me as tight as I could. My cock rested in her deepest depths, "OH JAMES!" Monica screamed when her massive orgasm ran through her body. Her muscles locked around my cock, milking me into cumming again. My body shot another load of cum into her body, "Oh yes! Cum again!" she cried out. Well, that was two years ago. My parents were in shock when Monica and I told them that we were getting married. The real shock came the next spring with Monica had our baby. Hope you enjoyed the story. Please vote. Monica Tonight was to be my big night, or Monica's rather. Monica was my alter ego, the girl I dressed up when I wanted to feel sexy and just a little bit naughty. She had never gone out on the town before though and I was very much looking forward to this evening. In fact, even if I were staying in I'd probably still be looking forward to it. You see, Monica had only even shown herself twice before and it wasn't at her best either. In the past her makeup at been minimal and applied amateurishly. Her hair wasn't as nice as it could have been and her wardrobe, while enough to make some heads turn, wasn't a knockout This time was different though. I had gone all out for Monica spending nearly $200 on makeup, a wig, breast forms and a really sexy outfit: a black miniskirt and matching black halter-top. I also indulged in some sexy lingerie: black stockings with matching garter belt, a pair of black lace panties and a black satin bra. I wasn't sure if anyone else would end up seeing all of this but it sure made me feel a lot sexier. After laying out my new purchases I drew a hot bubble bath and then soaked in it for about half an hour, letting the bath oils soften my skin. I then got out and shaved my face as close as I could, following up with some facial cream to make it soft to the touch for the men I hoped I would meet tonight. I then started to transform myself from John, your basic all-American guy who loved football and fast cars, into Monica, the sexy tramp who loved to make all the guys stiffen in their jeans. At least that's what I hoped she would do this first evening out on the town. I applied some black mascara first and then some black eyeliner. I then applied some base to cover up any trace of facial hair and followed up with some light rouge on my cheeks. Next I put on some light red lipstick. I looked at myself, herself, in the mirror and could see myself, herself, becoming beautiful right before my eyes. I then combed back my hair and put on my wig. It had been one of my biggest purchases for the evening but after looking at myself with it on I knew it was well worth it. It was my natural hair color, light brown, or pretty close to it, cut to shoulder length, straight but with a slight inward curl at the end. Picture Cameron Diaz in most of her pictures or Catherine Bell, that girl from JAG, but with brown hair of course. With my face and hair done I next turned to my body, a body I hoped would be feeling at least a couple of pairs of hands on the dance floor if not a bedroom, this evening. I had luckily kept from getting too horny during this process and so was able to rather comfortably and easily push my penis down and in between my legs then hold it tight in that position with the panty-gaff I had purchased especially for this evening. I then slipped on my panties and matching garter belt and stockings. After that I turned to my breasts. I placed them on my chest and then put on the bra. I stared at myself in the mirror once again. I was become rather sexy I thought. Hopefully the men would think so. I then turned my attention back to getting dressed. I slipped on my miniskirt. As it slid up my legs and thighs, now smoothed by the stockings, a slight charge of excitement ran through my body. I hoped that later in the evening I would be feeling the same thing as some man slipped them down my legs. The only thing that was left was my halter-top. I pulled open the neck and slid it over my head. I adjusted my bra underneath the fabric and then gave myself one last look in the mirror to adjust my wig. Gorgeous. I was sure to turn some heads this evening. I sat down on the bed and slipped on my heels. They weren't too high, just two inches. I already stood just over six feet tall without them and didn't want to tower over too many people. As it was I would already be doing so to some. I took a few practice steps back and forth until I got the hang of walking in the new shoes. The final step was putting on my fingernails, long and light red, the same color as my lipstick. I then grabbed my new purse, which I had also purchased especially for the evening. In it I put my lipstick and compact, a comb, and a lighter and a pack of Marlboro Lights 100s. I didn't smoke except when I dressed up as Monica and the unopened pack felt good in my hands as I slipped it in the purse. I also placed inside my wallet and car keys and a few condoms. As I put these in that same tingle went through my body as I imagined slipping one of them over some man's cock then taking him deep inside me. When I arrived at the gay club that I had frequented many times before, albeit not as Monica, I felt a little nervous. Of course I was not the only cross-dresser that night and literally thousands had walked through the same door as I was about to but because it was Monica's first time I was a big uneasy. I pulled out my cigarettes, unwrapped the cellophane and opened the box then placed one between my lips. As I fished in my purse for my lighter a man came up to me with a lighter of his own and offered to light my cigarette for me. I cupped his hand in mine and guided the flame toward the tip. As I took my first drag, my head bowed slightly, I stared at him out of the top of my eyes. I hoped he would think this sexy. "I'm Colin," he said, putting the lighter back in his pocket. "Monica," I replied in a voice I had been practicing all evening. I was fairly certain he knew I wasn't a genuine female but I still hopped it sounded as feminine as possible. "Nice to meet you. You come here often?" he asked. "No, this is my first time." "Well, maybe I'll see you inside." "Yea." I walked up to the door and I paid my cover then walked into the club. Across the room a small group of crossdressers and trannies were gathered. I decided to walk up to them. I wasn't sure if they would accept me into their little clique but I figured it was worth a try. "Hello," one of them said as I walked up. "I love those shoes." "Thanks. Hi. I'm Monica." "Hi Monica. I'm Jessica and this is Stephanie and Nicole," she said introducing me to the other two girls who were standing there. "Have you been to this club before? I've never seen you." "No. Actually this is my first time out in public." "Congratulations," the three of them said. "You look good and I saw you walking over here. That was one of the hardest things for me to get the hang of. You do it well." "Thanks." As we were talking a man walked by and gave me a look out of the corner of his eye. I stared back and Jessica noticed this. "Go after him, honey. He's a real hunk and by the look of the bulge in his pants I think he wants you." "I sure hope so," I said, feeling my heart race just a bit. I left the three "girls" and walked over to the beau. "Hi. I'm Monica." "James. Wanna dance?" "Love to." We made our way out onto the dance floor just as a new song was beginning. It had a real sexy beat and we were soon up against each other, moving to the music. I turned my back to him and ground my ass into his crotch. I could feel the hardness of his manhood rubbing up against me and it made me wet. He grabbed my hips and began dry humping me. I hoped that he would soon be doing it for real as I met each of his thrusts. Any uneasiness that had been inside me earlier had now completely melted away as I freak danced with this hunk of a man. While we continue to dance another man came up to us. He greeted "my" man and James said hello back. "How do you like dancing with my boyfriend," said this new treat that stood before me. He was the same build as James and just as sexy. "Incredibly hot," I moaned, following it with a lick of my lips. "This is Andy," James told me as he continued to grind his crotch against my ass. "Hi Andy. I'm Monica." "I hope you don't plan on stealing him away from me," replied Andy. "I wouldn't think of it. In fact I'm hoping he'll share me with you," I said, reaching out toward his hips and pulling him in close. I was now sandwiched between two hunky men who were both grinding into me with their growing cocks. "She's quite a hot little bitch, isn't she," James said to Andy as we all rubbed against each other. "You have no idea, baby," I interjected as I moved my hands from my side and placed them on James's cock. "Do you two feel like getting out of here?" asked Andy. "I'd love to," I moaned. The two men walked me out of there, one of my arms in each of theirs. I was feeling incredibly lucky to have snagged not one but a couple of sexy men that night. I was also feeling incredibly horny. My mouth was hungry for a couple of big cocks and so was my ass. We walked out to the parking lot and James opened the passenger door of his car for me. Andy got in the backseat. On the way back to their home the car couldn't move fast enough for me. We finally arrived what seemed like hours later but was really only about five minutes. As soon as we were through the front door we were all over each other, tonguing each other's mouths and rubbing our hands all over each other's bodies. When we had finally made our way into the bedroom I dropped to my knees and began unbuckling Andy's jeans as James looked on, rubbing himself through his jeans. I slid his underwear and jeans down together and greeted my prize with a watering mouth. I bent my head toward his luscious cock and took the head between my lips. As I rolled my tongue around and around it I massaged his ass. I could hear him groan as I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft. As I continued sucking on this beautiful cock I felt another pair of hands on me. James had come over and began caressing my body, from my breasts all the way down to my ass. I was incredibly horny and my ass was craving a cock. I pulled my mouth off of Andy's cock just long enough to moan the words "I need my ass fucked." The three of us then moved over to the bed and I allowed them to undress me. When they reached my panties and gaff that held my own cock in place I was a bit disappointed. In all the passion I had put out of my mind the fact that I had a cock and now having it spring up between us brought a bit of a frown to my face. "Impressive," said James as he bent down and took it in his mouth. He obviously wasn't disappointed in the least. I was so horny that I knew I wouldn't last long, especially with his tight lips wrapped around my cock. I pulled his head off of it and restated my request. He was a bit disappointed to not be sucking anymore but I promised him he'd get the chance before the evening was over. Andy was now positioned behind me, the head of his cock brushing lightly against my hole, sending jolts of energy though my body. I pulled one of the condoms out of my purse and slid it over his cock. I then slowly guided him in, taking his entire length into my ass. As he began to slowly fuck my hole I concentrated on James. He had slid his crotch up to my mouth and I lowered my mouth down around his tasty member. We all settled into a nice rhythm, Andy fucking my ass and James fucking my mouth. I moaned and screamed just like the girl I had wanted to be that evening. I had been fucked and I had sucked many cocks before but this time it was better than ever. James was the first to cum, pumping his hot seed deep in my mouth. I gulped it down like the slut I was and relished the feeling of some of it spilling from my lips. When he had shot the last of his load I sucked him dry and then licked the remainder of his cum from around my mouth, using my fingers to wipe some of it from my chin. The whole while I continued to take Andy's thrusts in my ass. What had started out as a nice, slow rhythm had now become a good hard fuck and it was exactly what I wanted. I moaned like a whore as he went faster and faster. With one final, hard thrust he came as well. The three of us then collapsed in a heap on the bed and began to recover. I reached in my purse and pulled out a cigarette and lit it. As I lay there smoking, my head resting on James' chest, a smile crossed my face as I imagined how sexy I must have looked getting fucked by these two hot men. Monica's first night out had been wildly successful. It definitely wouldn't be her last. Monica Monica and I lay in our bed, holding onto one another, our bodies slick with a sheen from the after-glow of our lovemaking. I was thankful to have a lover like her and even more thankful that she was my wife. Feeling especially close to her, I told her there was something I wanted to ask her. Seeing my hesitancy, when I didn't immediately follow-up with my question, she asked, "What is it? Is something wrong?" "No, no nothing's wrong. I just don't know how to say this," I stammered and still wasn't forthcoming. Now Monica looked worried. I suddenly blurted out, "Would you be willing to play with my ass sometime, maybe even fuck it?" Monica looked quite surprised at my question. "Where did that come from?" she asked. I told her that this had been on my mind for a long time, but I never had the courage to ask her before this. I told her that, years ago, long before I met her, I had discovered that I was "anally erotic" and loved the sensations that my ass gave me. I said that I felt embarrassed and a little ashamed to tell anyone about my desires until now. I said that it was only because I loved her so much and trusted her that I was willing to ask. Monica proceeded to ask me for information about my anal eroticism. How this manifested? What toys I used? Did I orgasm? What I enjoyed the most? Monica told me that she would have to let what I had told her settle in a bit and said she wasn't sure about how she wanted to respond to my confession and my request. She told me that she had been afraid that I was going to tell her I was having an affair and was greatly relieved that it was "just about sex". We both laughed about that, and that seemed to lighten both our moods. I felt lighter having shared my secret passion and relieved that Monica hadn't rejected my request outright. That week continued like nothing had changed. We had sex a couple of times, and it was good like it always was. On Saturday night we went to bed as usual. Often we warmed scented oil on a little ceramic basin next to our bed to spread on our bodies, making touch even more sensual and our bodies slick. Monica lit the candle under the oil to warm it, and we began to kiss and fondle one another. Soon we were spreading the warm oil all over each other, and she was sensually caressing her breasts over my chest, sliding up and down my torso. When I tried to raise up to return the favor, Monica pushed me back down. She then grabbed one of our pillows, had me raise my butt up, and placed it under me. Dipping her fingers into the warm oil, Monica then caressed my cock and balls, making them slick. She continued applying more oil along my perineum, finally reaching my butt. Sliding her hand between my cheeks, she generously applied even more oil, until my ass was quite literally dripping. Soon her fingers were gripping and groping my ass cheeks and pinching as best as she could with my ass so slippery. With each pinch and squeeze I began to squirm, becoming more and more aroused. Then, for the first time, I felt Monica's fingers graze my puckered hole, then swirling around it. Finally her fingers lingered, and I felt her finger slowly enter my ass for the first time. Her finger remained there for a while, but slowly I realized she was applying pressure in a circular motion, not going in and out. She was feeling the insides of my ass. Then she began to slide her finger in and out, slowly at first. Soon she added a second finger, then a third, stretching me, arousing me more and more. "You like that, baby? Do you like my fingers up your sweet ass?" Monica cooed. "Show me, baby. Show me how much you like me fucking your ass." I pushed back on her fingers and met each of her thrusts with more and more vigor and excitement. I moaned, "Oh God, baby. Your fingers feel sooo good. I love you." "Is this what you wanted, baby? Did you want me to fuck your ass? C'mon baby, tell me how much you want me to keep fucking you," she insisted. When I didn't say anything, she stopped and began to pull out of my ass. "Nooo, don't stop! I love your fingers in my ass. Please keep fucking me. I love it," I pled with her, and with my acknowledgement, she resumed her assault. Somehow Monica had managed to find my prostate and started pushing in and out over it. As my moans became louder, my body began to buck almost involuntarily, and just before I was about to cum, she swallowed my cock, and I erupted into her mouth, overwhelming her capacity to handle all of my cum. She slowed down her pumping fingers, while still sucking my now shrinking cock. When I finally calmed down, Monica crawled up my body and kissed me and pushed the cum she had been holding in her mouth into mine. This was another first for us. Even though tasting my own cum didn't especially appeal to me, the taste wasn't as unpleasant as I had imagined, and it was the least I could do in thanks of making my dream come true. We passed the cum back and forth between us, and I finally swallowed what was left. I returned the favor and went down on her and licked and finger fucked her until she had her own orgasm. I would have licked her to another one, but she said, "Enough," so I stopped and lay down next to her, and we kissed and cuddled. "That was so hot, watching how turned on you were from my fingers. You weren't kidding when you said you were anally erotic," Monica enthusiastically agreed. "It was a dream come true for me," I told her. "Thank you so much." "Don't worry babe, were just getting started in this area, " she reassured me, gesturing with her fingers as if she was fucking me, "Just getting started. Leave this to me." This was going better than I could have imagined, and Monica was a full participant too. I felt like I was one of the luckiest men in the world to have a sexy and accepting wife like her. Over the next several weeks unbeknownst to me, Monica visited several internet sites that featured stories about males receiving anal sex from their female lovers. Soon she learned about strap-ons and butt plugs and found online toy stores for what she needed for her plans for my ass. One night, a few weeks after I confessed my desire for anal sex, Monica asked me to come to bed after a light dinner. Our foreplay was very similar to what was usual for us, a lot of kissing and sensual touching. Only this time Monica began smiling wickedly and started applying newly purchased lube to my ass. Soon, like before, her fingers were exploring my most private place, finally penetrating me again, and again arousing my excitement and lust for her fingers to fuck me harder and deeper. To my disappointment, she stopped and removed her fingers. She then reached into the nightstand table drawer and removed a smallish butt plug, which she also lubed up and began to slowly fuck my ass. Even though it was small, at its widest point it was still bigger than anything that had ever entered my ass. As she pushed it in and out, she also pushed it deeper and deeper, stretching my hole in the most pleasurable way, eliciting increasingly louder moans. Finally she reached its widest point, and she held it there for a short while, letting me feel its maximum stretch, then she pushed the invader all the way into me, letting my rectum feel a new sensation of fullness. I thought for a moment that Monica would leave the plug in place, but clearly she had other plans. She began to kneel between my legs and go down on me, and my pleasure only increased. Soon she was bobbing up and down on my hard cock, taking the entire length into her mouth and throat until I felt her lips touch my pubes, and I was in heaven. After a few minutes she pulled off and told me, "Tell me if you're going to cum. OK? You only cum when I say you can. Agreed?" And once I agreed, she resumed deep throating me, only this time she started puling the plug nearly all the way out and plunging it all the way in until I was just seconds away from blowing my load and told her so. Monica quickly pulled off my cock and proceeded to squeeze its head tightly, stopping my excitement quickly. She again licked my cock until it was hard again and then straddled me and enveloped my cock in her warm, wet pussy and fucked me hard and fast, getting us both excited. As we both neared orgasm, she again admonished me not to cum without her say so, and I grunted my agreement. Soon I told her I was close, and she climbed off of me but only for a moment, and she again straddled me but this time in a reverse cowgirl position. She started vigorously fucking me now. I was getting more and more excited and was loving the feeling of the plug inside of me. Then suddenly I felt Monica grip the base of the plug, and she began to fuck my ass with it as hard as she was fucking my cock. I told her to stop, that I was about to cum, but she just said, "Go for it, baby. Cum for me! Cum for me!" And that put me over the top. Soon both Monica and I were screaming our shared orgasms. Even though she was bucking wildly, Monica never stopped fucking my ass. As we slowed down so did her penetration. Finally she pulled off me and backed up towards my face and slowly lowered her cum-filled pussy onto my mouth. As she lowered herself, gobs of cum dropped out of her and onto my face and open mouth. I raised up and tongued out as much cum as I could, now beginning to associate eating cum with the wonderful anal pleasure she was giving me. Monica seemed to note this too and told me, "That's it. Such a good boy. Eat all the cum and clean me out like a good boy. That's your job from now on, to eat up all the cum." Slowly she lay down on top of me and soon we were in a 69 position, and her mouth had swallowed my cock, and her pussy was right above my mouth. Slowly we licked one another as she slowly fucked my ass again with the plug. We licked, sucked, and fucked at a leisurely pace until we were again aroused and nearing orgasm, but this time instead of intensely fucking and bucking, this orgasm was more deeply felt and sensual, and we writhed together in what was experienced as waves of pleasure. Once the waves had completely passed, we both laid in place for several minutes in a whole body pleasurable warmth until Monica changed positions and crawled up next to me. After gazing lovingly and intently into my eyes, she brought her lips to mine and shared the cum she had been holding there for the longest time. We swirled the cum with our tongues, exchanging it between us. Then she pushed the remaining cum into my mouth and raised up enough to watch with pleasure as I swallowed the remnants of her offering. "Such a good boy," she praised me as it was clear that I had swallowed, and the cum was gone. Later we processed how that had been for each of us. Monica asked if I enjoyed her taking the lead as much as she did, and I told her I found it wonderful. She said that she liked the sense of power my surrendering gave her. We began to have sex every day for a few weeks, always initiated by Monica. Every 3 or 4 days Monica would repeat some variation on the above and would introduce a slightly larger plug, stretching my ass so I could easily accommodate nearly all the plugs she bought except a ridiculously huge one that even Monica agreed must have been meant for an elephant. After I had been stretched as far as the plugs Monica had bought could stretch me, Monica asked me to wear the largest plug I could for as long as I could bear it while at home at night or the weekends. She also suggested that she would be especially proud of me if I was able to wear the plug when I left the house. She assured me that it would be acceptable to her if I needed to remove the plug at any time, whether due to discomfort or the need to take a shit, and so I began to have this plug in my ass as a daily companion. Then for a week Monica teased me mercilessly, getting me incredibly aroused but allowing me no release. She would lick my cock several times a day until I was trembling but would stop as I neared orgasm. She promised to fulfill my dreams if I promised to cum only when she finally OK'd it. Then after what had been one of the most frustrating and painful weeks in memory, she came into the living room after I had come home from work, wearing nothing but a harness with a long purple dildo protruding from between her legs. It was the most erotic sight imaginable for me. She had me kneel before her with the dildo right at eye level, just inches from my mouth. "What do you want, baby? C'mon, baby, tell me. Don't I look hot with my big purple cock? Don't you want to suck it? Don't you want to kiss it? Tell me baby. Tell me how much you want this cock." "God, I want your cock, baby. You look so incredibly hot right now," I passionately confessed and leaned forward to kiss it and take it into my mouth. "Not so fast, baby. My cock is all for you, baby, but first you've got to tell me how much you want it, how much you need a big hard cock like I've got right here. Beg me to kiss it, to fuck your face with it. C'mon, be a good boy and beg for cock," Monica insisted. I just broke down. I always dreamed of this moment where the hot girl of my dreams would fuck my ass, and here she was, and all I had to do was tell her how much I wanted her cock. "God I want your cock. Please Monica, let me suck your beautiful cock. Let me kiss it. I need your cock so much," I told her. "That's what I'm talking about, baby. You need this cock. Don't you? Well you can have just a little lick, just lick around the tip. You like it when I do that for you, don't you? Now do that for me," Monica ordered. And I started to lick around the tip of her dildo, and I was getting more and more excited. I so wanted her cock, and I wanted it in my ass. "Do you want to suck it too? Do you want it in your ass?" she asked. "Please Monica, let me suck it. Please fuck me in the ass," I begged her. The more I begged, the more desperate I became. The cock I had dreamed of was so close, yet still so far away. "If I fuck you in the ass, what will you do for me?" Monica hissed. "Whatever you want," I told her, meaning it. "Really? Whatever I want?" she asked. "Do you really mean it or are you just teasing me?" "No. I mean it. Whatever you want, I'll do it for you," I told her. Monica then fed me her cock, and I threw myself on it. "I'm holding you to your promise," she told me as I tried to swallow her beautiful cock that she was rocking in and out of my hungry mouth. The cock had an end that was inside her, so the more I sucked and moved her cock, the more the other end stimulated her, and she was becoming more and more aroused, nearly cumming. Monica pulled away from my mouth and asked, "Do you want me to fuck your ass?" "Oh God yes," was all I could say. "Good. Then I want you to go to the bathroom and take off all your hair, except for what you have on your head. Do it! Do it now!" she ordered, "That's part of your promise to do anything I ask, so if you do this for me, I will fuck you. There's a new razor in the shower as well as some depilatory cream. Put on the cream and leave it on as long as you can stand it, then rinse it off. Hurry, be quick about it! I want to fuck your smooth ass. Don't make me wait." Quickly I put on the cream all over my pubic area and around the ever-present plug in my ass, and started to shave my legs, underarms and chest, almost without thinking. After a few minutes my crack, balls, and all around my cock began to feel like it was burning, so I rinsed off the cream as well as the hair that had been there. When I was sure I was smooth, I got out of the shower and toweled off. When I saw myself in the mirror, my penis looked like a little boy's. When I emerged from the bathroom, Monica was waiting impatiently on the bed. "That certainly took you long enough," she complained, "Maybe you don't really want my cock." "No. I want your cock so much, you have no idea how much I want your cock," I pled. Then Monica got up on her knees but kept her head down on her pillow. She instructed, "Show me by kissing my ass how much you want me to fuck your ass." I climbed up on the bed behind her and started licking and kissing her ass cheeks, when she told me, "No! I want you kissing and licking my ass hole, and get that tongue up my hole as far as you can." I now spread her beautiful ass and started licking and kissing her anus and trying sincerely to get my tongue past her tight ring. What might have been unthinkable just days before became my mission to please Monica, and when she yelled out, "Oh God. Oh God," when my tongue got past her sphincter and deep into her ass, I was in heaven too. When she finally had enough of my worshipping her ass, she inspected me thoroughly, making sure I was smooth all over. She told me she was pleased with the job I did and said it was now my job to keep myself smooth for her. Then grabbing hold of the large butt plug in my ass, she started pulling and pushing on it without pulling it out past its widest point. Only as she began to whip me into a frenzy did Monica suddenly pull it all the way out, causing me to make a yelp of pain, followed by just as quick a slap on the ass by Monica. "That's enough noise from you right now, baby. Be a good boy and stay really still for me, so I can get you ready for your first real ass fucking. That's what you still want, isn't it, baby?" she asked, knowing the answer already. I could hear her pouring the lube on her fingers that would help send me to paradise. Then I felt her spreading the lube deep into my fairly loose ass. "Oooo, you are so ready for me. Aren't you, baby?" she cooed at me, but she slapped my ass again, this time even harder, when I started pushing back at her invading fingers. "I told you to stay still," she reminded me again. When she was satisfied I had more than enough lube, she applied what was left from her hand on her rigid phallus and lined herself behind me. "Now all I need is a little encouragement from you to starting fucking you, just like you wanted," she said. "Please Monica, fuck my ass. I want it so badly. Please fuck me. You look so hot and sexy with your beautiful cock," he told her, meaning this truly. "Are you ready to be my bitch?" she asked, saying this name for the first time. "If you want my cock, tell me how much you want to be my bitch," she made clear. "Please Monica, make me your bitch. Fill my bitch ass with your cock," I answered her. And hearing my acceptance as her bitch, Monica told me to remain still and brought the tip of her cock to my ass' entrance, and she lingered there for a while. It took all my self-control to refrain from throwing myself on her cock. The longer she remained just touching the opening the more maddenly frustrated I was becoming. "Please fuck me, Monica. I want your cock so much," I pled. She applied more pressure, and I felt the head of her cock pop past my sphincter, and she pushed in and out but only an inch or so and began to fuck me in this shallow rhythm. "More, more. Deeper! Please deeper!" I continued to plead, and she would give me another inch, and another round of slightly deeper fucking would ensue, only leading to more pleading and ever so slight increases in the depths of her thrusts. Soon I was crying in frustration and begging her to fuck her bitch hard and deep, "Fuck my bitch ass. Fuck me just like a bitch needs to be fucked." Finally relenting, Monica plunged into my ass, and fucked me hard, pushing my face down into the bed, all the while digging her nails into my hips and pounding me. Whether it had been her fingers or the plugs before this, there was nothing but extreme pleasure for me, and I was her bitch, and I was in heat. I had never known such ecstasy. My ass was alive with pleasurable sensations as Monica pulled all the way out of me only to drive all the way back into me. Soon Monica was screaming her first orgasm. After she calmed down, she had me lay on my back with my knees over her shoulders, and then she continued her assault. As she approached her second orgasm, mine was also building. I told her I was close to cumming, and she ordered, "Cum for me, baby. Show me how a good bitch cums," and that put me over the top, and I shot rope after rope of warm cum all over my chest. Monica When it was clear that we were both exhausted, Monica pulled out of my ass, straddled my torso, and slipped off the condom that had been covering her cock. She scooped up as much cum as she could off my chest and smeared it over the head and shaft of her cock and fed her cum-covered cock to my mouth. "C'mon bitch. Get your sweet dessert. Show me what a good cum-loving cocksucker you are," she instructed me as I greedily licked and sucked her beautiful cock clean. Monica kept rubbing whatever cum she could find until it was all gone. Monica then lay down on her back and told me to straddle her pelvis and lower myself down on her cock and rest there, which I did, and we held each other this way for the longest time, kissing and cuddling, all the while my ass was filled with her cock. "You are such a great bitch," Monica told me, "We're going pound that sweet ass of yours a lot. I hope this is what you wanted because I sure as hell do." "It was beyond any of my fantasies. Thank you so much," I responded. "This whole time has been unbelievable." "That's great that you feel this way, because things are going to change. I really like having you as my bitch, and I love fucking your ass, and your surrendering your power to me has sparked something deep in me that I'm not going to give up," and as she said these things to me, she tilted her pelvis forward slightly and pushed her cock a little further into my ass. This caused me to moan slightly, eliciting a smile from Monica. "Oh yes, I definitely like these changes, and you'll have to agree to them if you want me to keep fucking your ass." This was a different side of Monica, one I had never seen before, and if I had been honest with myself at the time, she scared me a little bit, but I was so in lust and did not want my dream to stop after just being fulfilled for the first time. Beyond fulfilled was the truth. Monica also brought out some side of me that I didn't know existed. When I thought about it, I didn't really care for the name-calling and the painful slaps, but she also brought out a deep passion in me that I hadn't known existed either. So if I had to deal with a little discomfort in trade for the most satisfying sexual experience of my life, it seemed worth it. She asked me to stay naked for her the entire weekend we were home and to keep my butt plugged for her. My ass was a little sore after the pounding it received but as I had already concluded I could deal with a little discomfort. "One of the reasons I want you to remain naked is that I wanted you readily available any time I want to fuck you," she told me. Any time I made any protest, she said, "I can always stop fucking you if that's what you want, and you can have it your way." I always relented. I had waited so long to have my anal desires fulfilled, and I was terrified that Monica would stop fucking me. I desperately needed what she offered. All I had to do was submit. Every day Monica fucked my ass, and after being sore for the first few days, my ass got used to being penetrated so frequently. I usually had to tongue her ass before it was my turn, but came to enjoy this taboo kind of play, and this excited me a great deal. I always had to beg Monica to kiss and suck her cock before she would fuck me, and sometimes she would fuck my face until she had several orgasms before finally taking my ass. After several months of this routine she was slowly cementing my status and identity as her bitch, her cock-sucking and cum-loving bitch. I loved her cock in my ass and craved its fullness in me. I was addicted to her cock and to her power. Monica now also spanked me more often, at first for some mistake I had made, real or contrived, but after a while she started spanking me because she enjoyed doing it. She said that she loved the power it made her feel. Soon she bought paddles, straps, and whips to use on me. And whether this brought out some masochistic pleasure in me or simply because it was my duty to submit to Monica, I began to look forward to the whippings as well, giving her complete control over me. One day Monica handed me what looked like a pair of her underpants, but at closer inspection I saw that they were crotch-less. "Put them on. I want to see how my bitch looks in pretty underwear," she said teasingly. As I put them on my cock immediately became erect. "Oh somebody likes her new undies, I see," she teased some more. Monica, still dressed, as she often was when she was home, ran her hand around my lace covered ass and easily fingered my plug through the lacy slit in the crotch. Monica hardly touched my cock any more and it bounced fully erect. When she noticed a bit of pre-cum leaking from its eye, she used her finger to wipe it off and placed her finger in front of my mouth and told me to lick off her treat. "Thank you Monica," I told her. It was now expected that I thank her for so many of the things she did for me, including my whippings and my servings of cum or pre-cum in this case and for my new panties. Monica went into her bedroom, it was no longer both of ours, and stripped out of her clothes. "Come in here bitch and make me feel good," she ordered me, and I rushed to comply, knowing there was likely a good fucking in it for me. I parted Monica's cheeks and began worshipping her beautiful ass, tonguing her deeply and arousing us both. After she was satisfied, she had me bring her strap-on and harness for me to put on her. Soon I was begging, then licking and deep-throating her beautiful cock. Once Monica found her rhythm she placed her hands on my head and fucked my throat long and deep until she enjoyed several orgasms. She said that knowing how open my throat was for her and free from gagging was a tremendous turn-on for her. And finally after verbally worshipping her beautiful cock, she fucked me as long as she wanted, again having several more orgasms. I had gotten close to orgasm many times, but Monica enjoyed spoiling them for me. Finally she asked me if I wanted to fuck her. When I told her that I would love to fuck her, she just laughed and laughed, humiliating me greatly. She then lubed up the crack of her ass and told me that I could rub my cock there if I wanted to cum, which I happily did. It felt wonderful to have some friction on my penis again. It had been months since I was allowed to touch myself, and I was only allowed to cum when Monica told me I could. She said as her bitch I had no rights to my own orgasms anymore and said that they now belonged to her to dispense as she saw fit. Monica's ass cheeks felt wonderful to slide between and with her urging me to cum on her ass, I was soon spurting my cum all along the crack of her ass. When it was clear that I had no more cum, I started my clean up duty. I slurped and licked all along Monica's crack, trying to be as sensual as possible and lingering over her anus, tonguing her firmly if not penetrating her. She moaned each time I teased her anus, and soon I was tongue fucking her hole again. "Your bitch tongue belongs in my ass. I wish I could find a way to keep it there always. Maybe I'll have to find someone else to fuck your ass, so you can worship my ass the entire time," Monica mused. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" she added. When I started to protest that this wasn't what I wanted, Monica raised her voice, "Shut up bitch. You're MY bitch now, and you WILL do as I say. When you became my bitch, you gave up all say in this. Remember, 'Anything you want'? Well this is what I want, and if you don't want to play along like a 'good bitch', you can leave. Besides, I think you're going to like having a strange cock up your ass or down your throat. In fact I predict that you'll love it. You're a cock whore and a cum slut now. You just haven't come to accept your new place, but you will." I was so frightened and confused. I knew I didn't want this, but I also didn't want to lose Monica and the best sex I had ever known. "Now get back to licking and worshipping my ass, the way you do so well," she cooed to me. "There, that's it. Now tongue-fuck me. Ooooh that's it, you've got the spot," she informed me. "Now hold your ass up, and offer it to whoever wants to fuck it." Seeing me hesitate, she started to slowly turn, and then I quickly complied, feeling humiliated that I was having to offer my ass to some imaginary stranger. "Wiggle your panty ass now. Show him how much you want him to fuck you with that nice big cock of his," she told me sweetly, but when I didn't do as she asked, she raised her voice angrily, "Do it! Do it now, or I'll get myself a bitch who will!" Defeated, I started wiggling my ass. Now, several times a day, I tongue fucked Monica, offering my ass invitingly to the imaginary man who would fuck my ass as she described how this man would take me. I now had to always wear the crotch-less panties and stay-up stockings that matched once I arrived home. Whether I was becoming more relaxed and aroused because there was no actual man or because I hungered for my ass to be filled, I now fantasized that a big, real man would take me and fuck me as hard as he wanted, finally filling me with his cum. Sometimes the fantasy was being face-fucked with a real giant cock. I wondered what cum would taste like, spurting directly out of his cock and salivated at the thought of warm cum filling my slut mouth. Whenever she would fuck me, I now had to always have a large life-like cock in my throat to remind me of the real man with whom she was going to share me. This became our pattern for the next several months. I usually arrived home before Monica, and my routine was to quickly undress and prepare myself for home life: cleaning myself and making sure I was hair-free, putting on my panties and stockings, and lightly perfuming myself. Once I was finished, I was to wait on Monica's bed in my "offering position" on my forearms and knees with my ass in the air. Usually I only needed to wait a few minutes. Sometimes, Monica would immediately spank me and other times she would undress and offer her ass for worship. However, today Monica had arrived home first and was already naked and lounging on her bed. "Go get yourself ready. You know the routine. Also remove your plug and lube yourself really good. I may want to start with some ass fucking," she said, and I quickly did as she instructed. Even though this was unusual, it wasn't uncommon to have Monica change-up the routine. When I was done, clean, dressed and ready, I returned to her bedroom and saw Monica lying facedown on her bed. I knew immediately what was expected and crawled up behind her and spread her beautiful cheeks and began worshipping her wonderful ass. As was now my habit, I raised my ass and wiggled it invitingly to the imaginary stranger, who was now a regular part of our routine. "Show me how much you want his cock in your bitch ass," Monica encouraged me, and I started to wiggle more provocatively and tongued her more enthusiastically. "You must really want a hard cock in your ass, don't you slut?" and I let my body communicate how exciting this fantasy was now for me, imagining being taken. Then suddenly from seemingly out of nowhere, I felt rough hands strongly grip my hips and felt his cock at my ass' entrance. Then in a blur, I felt him penetrate me with his huge cock and then fuck me deeply and roughly. After a brief moment of fear and disorientation, my body took over and I lustfully embraced this fantasy come true, squeezing his cock with my ass muscles. With each of his thrusts, my face and tongue were driven deep into Monica's crack. "Oooh that's sooo good. That's right bitch, tongue-fuck my ass. You're such a good bitch. Feel that? That's a Real Man's cock in your bitch ass. Your ass is going to get a lot of cock. Fuck that man-meat, bitch," and Monica told me to embrace my nature as a cock whore. My fear had passed, and I now lived for the cock in my ass and the devotion I felt for Monica as I worshipped her ass, my tongue deep past her sphincter. As my own excitement began to build, I heard this Real Man's thrusts become more violent and insistent, and soon I felt cum fill my ass for the first time. I could feel spurt after spurt hit the walls of my insides, and this excited me even more. "Keep your tongue in my ass and don't stop until I tell you," Monica instructed. And while I initially felt disappointed when his soft dick popped out of my love hole, another quickly took its place and continued the assault on my hungry ass. "That's right whore, you're going to be taking cock, until you pass out. But you probably want one in your bitch mouth right now, don't you?" and upon saying this, Monica pulled away from my tongue and after she moved out of the way, a hard cock was placed just in front of my face and mouth. Soon his legs were on either side of my head, and I swallowed his cock whole. I loved the sensation of his hard, yet incredibly soft skinned cock pumping deep into my mouth and throat. I hungered for the cum I wanted to come as soon as possible and tried to return the pleasure this cock and the other cock were giving me. My experience was one of ecstasy. The sensations of being fucked at both ends were taking me to a level of excitement I had never known. I felt my being as pure lust. I lusted for cock. I lusted for cum and felt the cock in my throat stiffen even more, and soon both of my latest studs were filling me with their hot seed. I greedily gulped down the cum, and when these cocks left, I begged, "More. More cock. Please give me more cock. I need cock." Before I could utter another plea, cocks once again impaled me, and I was in cock whore bliss. The pleasure I felt was beyond orgasms and continued to build with each new cock taking me and taking me to a realm where I lived for cock. I lost count of the cocks that took me, and just as Monica said, I finally just passed out. I have no idea if they continued to fuck me or not. To this day, I have no idea where Monica found so many men willing to fuck me. I was just so grateful she had. When I awoke, I was plugged and gagged with a cock shaped phallus. I had a locked collar around my neck and was chained to the bed. Monica came to the room naked, and after removing my gag, straddled my head and lowered herself on my mouth. At first I thought she wanted me to tongue her ass, but she moved to present her pussy instead. "Time for breakfast," she announced, and the first drop of cum fell from her and onto my face. Quickly I started to lap at the cum deposited there. Her entire pussy was smeared with cum, and it became clear that no one man could have shot so much, and I was flooded with cum. "You like, honey? I let a number of studs fuck me this morning, just so you could have a special treat. Wasn't that thoughtful, my little cum-slut?" Monica asked. I could only nod slightly as I struggled to keep up with the heavy flow. At first I felt disgusted by my task of cleaning her out, but soon my submissive fever began to burn increasingly hotter, and I felt like this was where I belonged. When it was clear that I had completely licked all the cum deposited on and in her, Monica lifted off my face for a moment and reversed the direction she was facing and presented her ass for my worship, and I lovingly complied, thrusting my tongue deep into her. I didn't know where Monica would take me, but I knew I was now truly her bitch, her cock whore, and cum-slut, and where she pointed, I would go.