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Victoria

By: Vudu Blanco



Victoria siempre estaba quejándose del tamaño de sus pechos, no se daba cuenta de la increíble sensualidad que irradiaba todo tu cuerpo. Todos lo hombres del trabajo fantaseaban con follarla. Con levantar en peso su pequeño cuerpo y penetrarla lentamente apoyada contre la pared y mil cosas más. Lo sé, porque yo era uno de esos hombres que se quedaban embobados viéndola caminar.

Sin embargo ella solo pensaba que sus pechos eran pequeños, se quejaba medio en serio medio en broma, pero eso no la cortaba para que llevara escotes amplios por los que más de una vez pude ver sus sujetadores de encaje. Cierto, sus pechos eran pequeños pero se adivinaban redondos y duros, como pequeñas manzanas; y yo al menos estaba deseando tener una oportunidad de probarlos.

Esa oportunidad llegó una mañana que los dos nos quedamos solos en el trabajo.

Vicky, ahora que estamos solos, podemos hacer unas cuantas travesuras tu y yo- le dije en tono de broma, para poder excusarme si se enfadaba. Pero ella se limitó a sonreír coqueta y siguió trabajando.

Volví a lo mío pero no podía dejar de pensar en que iba a perder esta oportunidad, pero por otra parte ella no me había dando pie para que continuara. Pasaron dos horas antes de que me decidiera a jugármelo todo a una sola carta.

Victoria estaba de pie junto a una mesa y me acerque por detrás y reuniendo valor la abracé por la espalda, acariciando su vientre por encima de la camiseta.

¿Qué haces, tonto? Déjame trabajar.-pero no hizo nada para apartarme.

Nunca te he dicho cuanto me gustas, lo mucho que te deseo- le susurre al oído y comencé a darle besos en la nuca y en los hombros; mientras que mis manos se colaban debajo de su camiseta.

¿Sí? Pero mis tetas son muy pequeñas. No te pueden gustar.- dijo en un tono mimoso.

Me encantan, no sabes como me gustan.

Mis manos subieron hasta atrapar sus pechos por encima del sujetador, cabían perfectamente dentro de mis palmas, pero eso solo los hacía más provocadores.

- Me gustaría poder acariciarlos y chuparlos para demostrarte lo hermosos que son. 

Ella estaba respondiendo a mis caricias y se arqueaba hacia atrás, apoyándose en mi y acariciándome el pelo.

-Esta bien, pero ahora no podemos. Ven esta noche a mi casa.- y se separo riendo como si todo hubiera sido una broma.

Durante la tarde me asaltó la duda. ¿Y si todo hubiera sido una realmente una broma? Porque después Victoria se había comportado como si nada hubiera pasado, ni tan siquiera una mirada de complicidad a pesar de que estábamos solos. Y es que Vicky, tenia un carácter alegre y bromista, a veces demasiado. Como aquella vez que mezcló pimiento chili con el café y a todos los compañeros se le hincharon los labios de forma muy dolorosa.

Pero al llegar la noche ya estaba en la puerta de su casa. Me abrió la puerta vestida con unos pantalones militares dos tallas demasiado grandes y una camiseta de colores que dejaba a la vista su ombligo.

-Ya creía que no vendrías.

Estaba descalza y tubo que ponerse de puntillas para besarme en la boca. Primero solo rozándome los labios y luego con desesperación, llegando a morderme el labio inferior. Me deje llevar hasta su dormitorio cogido por la mano como un niño pequeño. Lo tenia todo preparado. La habitación estaba iluminada por un montón de pequeñas velas colocadas en cualquier parte y tenia puesta música New Age.

Victoria se coloco delante de mí y se desnudo sin dejar de mirarme a los ojos. Primero la camiseta; no lleva nada debajo y cuando sus preciosos pechos quedaron al descubierto, sintió un poco de vergüenza e hizo un amago de querer taparlos. Eran realmente hermosos, pequeños y deliciosos. Con pezones que miraban al frete, desafiantes y pidiendo ser chupados y mordisqueados.

Yo también había comenzado a quitarme la ropa. Ella se desabrochó los pantalones, que cayeron por si solos al suelo. Ahora estaba completamente desnuda frente a mí. Increíblemente bella, como una diosa. Tenia un cuerpo perfectamente torneado y el bello de su pubis tenía forma de punta de flecha, con una finísima línea de pelusa que subía hasta el obligo.

-Mira lo que he hecho para ti.- Dijo girándose.

En su espalda destacaba un complicado dibujo hecho con hena verde. Un conjunto de arabescos formando una especie de triangulo invertido que empezaba entre los omoplatos e iba estrechándose en una extraña filigrana hasta terminar en una sola línea ondulante justo unos centímetros antes de llegar a su culo. El dibujo, que desaparecería por si solo en unas semanas, resaltaba la estreches de su cintura y era muy sensual.

Me agache para besar sus tetas, eran duras y suaves a la vez. Podía meterme casi la mitad en la boca y descubrí que Victoria tenia una sensibilidad extrema en sus pezones. Cualquier roce con la lengua o con la yema de los dedos hacia que se retorciera poniendo los ojos en blanco. Primero me atraía para que le diera lametones o los rozara con los dientes y luego intentaba apartarme cuando la sensación se volvía demasiado intensa. Pero yo no estaba dispuesto a sepárame de sus pechos. ¿Cómo podía tener complejos? ¿Es que no se daba cuenta de lo hermosa que era?

Le levante en peso y ella me abrazó con brazos y piernas. Así la penetre por primera vez, estaba chorreando flujo y mi polla entró fácilmente. Luego me senté en el borde de la cama haciendo que ella gimiera de placer al sentirse ensartada hasta el fondo. Empezamos un movimiento lento, hacia delante y hacia tras, mientras que yo no podía dejar de chupar sus pezones y acariciar su espalda sintiendo el relieve de los dibujos de hena.

No sé cuanto tiempo estuvimos así, pero el tiempo pareció pararse, solo existíamos ella y yo. Al final ella tubo una serie de pequeños orgasmos y quedo rendida, acurrucándose sobre mí y escondiendo la cara contra mi cuello.

Nos acostamos en posición fetal. Victoria cogió mi brazo para usarlo como almohada y hacerme cosquillas en la mano. Desde atrás, con la mano libre acariciaba sus caderas, recorría con la punta de los dedos el dibujo de la espalda o volvía a recorrer el valle de su vientre.

Poco a poco, y entre risas, las caricias se fueron volviendo más intensas. Conseguí escurrir mis dedos entre sus piernas y me encontré con un clítoris hinchado y tan caliente que me sorprendió. Ella movió las caderas buscando más contacto y comencé a masturbarla ayudado por su propia humedad, mientras que le susurraba al oído obscenidades que la hacían reír. Al poco ella levantó la pierna para facilitarme que la penetrara desde atrás.

Te quiero dentro de mí.

¡Joder! Su interior estaba ardiendo; y cuando la metí todo lo que podía en esa postura ella cerro las piernas con fuerza, haciendo que las paredes de su vagina atraparan mi verga y ajustándose como un guante; multiplicando la intensidad de cada embestida. Tuve que esforzarme para no correrme enseguida. Vicky empezó a chupar los dedos mi mano izquierda mientras que la derecha seguía haciendo círculos sobre su clítoris. Entraba y salía, una y otra vez en esa pequeña mujer que era la mitad que yo. La tenía envuelta en mi abrazo y no dejaba de pedirme que la follara más y más fuerte. Pero la postura nos obliga a mantener un ritmo lento que nos torturaba y a la vez nos hacía gozar como nunca.

Intente aguantar, lo intente con todas mis fuerzas, pero la situación era tan excitante que termine abandonándome un orgasmo que me sacudió de arriba abajo. Me quede quieto, con mi polla aun dura dentro de Victoria y seguí acariciándola hasta que ella también llegó al orgasmo. Se volvió y quedamos cara a cara, mirándonos a los ojos.

-Ha sido maravilloso.

Victoria



Victoria walked down the street on a brisk September day of 1922. A new doctor had just moved his office into the town and she had volunteered to be the first of his patients. This type of doctor had never been in the town before, but she read somewhere that gynecologists were practicing their medicine in larger towns. She didn’t know exactly what would happen, but she had talked to him at the last town social and decided she could trust the nice man.

She opened the apartment building door, and walked up to the second floor. She knocked on his office door. He answered the door and let her in, locking the door behind her. He greeted her warmly and asked her about her medical history. She answered all of his questions, and then he asked, “When was the last time you had relations with your husband?”

Victoria was taken aback, for she had never before been asked about her sex life. She answered, “Last month. A month ago.” She started to get red in the face.

“Don’t get embarrassed, Mrs. Reynolds, I need to know such things.” The doctor explained. “Please tell me, does he always bring you to orgasm?”

“No, not always. Sometimes.”

“And does he give you anal sex?”

“He tried, once, but I told him to never do it again because it hurt badly.”

“How many children have you given birth to?”

“None. We are trying to avoid children until we are prepared.”

“Finally, when was your last period?”

“A week and a half ago, I think.”

“Thank you for answering all of my questions, Mrs. Reynolds.” The doctor pointed to the next room. “Please step in there, and remove all of your clothing. You find a gown to wear. When you are ready, come back out.” He began to set up the table and some equipment while she slowly went and closed the door.

She expected to remove most of her clothing, but she kept her panties on, which is what her regular doctor always let her do. She slipped the gown over her head, and let it drop into place, going half-way down her thighs. The new chill of the cold stiffened her nipples and gave her goosebumps as she returned to the main room.

The doctor was ready for her and asked her to sit on the table. He brought his cold stethoscope to her beating heart, and paused to listen. She could feel herself get cold and her breath sped up a little. He put the device on her back and listened to her breathing. He then asked her to unbutton the gown. She had wondered about the buttons going down the front, and slowly fiddled with each one, until the gown was open to her navel. He put his hand inside and felt each breast, then opened the gown as far as it would go. She closed her eyes, and felt him touch her breasts all over, and then her nipples. She rarely felt this turned on, and showed it with a slight sigh. He asked her to close her gown now, and lie back on the table. She complied, to see what else this doctor had to offer.

He reached up the gown just enough to grab the top of her panties and pull them down. She didn’t know what to expect now, and her underpants were sliding down her legs and off her ankles. She heard him say, “Just relax. Close your eyes, and relax. If something hurts you, please tell me.” She nodded, and he began his examination.

He lifted the gown and moved it up to her navel, so he could see her pubic mound. He palpated it quickly, then asked her to scoot down to the end of the table. After she did, he gently pushed her legs apart and put them on his shoulders. He touched her vaginal lips, slowly, and rubbed her clit for a second. She gasped and convulsed against the table. Again he told her to relax.

He pushed his fingers into her pussy, one at a time, until she could feel three inside her. This man was invading her most private place, and she was sexually excited for the first time in a long time. Her moistness showed that fact to the doctor, who began to slowly feel around inside. Then in and out, slowly at first, then a bit faster. He finger fucked Victoria, who was feeling the orgasm coming and grasped the table with her hands. Then she came, and he smiled as she breathed heavily, sweaty and satisfied on the table. “Thank you, doctor.” She managed to push out.

“We are not through.” Said the doctor. “But I have another appointment soon. Can you return tonight, around 8 o’clock?”

She had to pause and come down from her bliss for a moment before she could think. “Yes. That’s fine.” She was eager to return and do the same routine over again. It had been the most mind-blowing orgasm she had ever had. She returned to the other room to put her clothes back on, and then she left, promising the doctor she would return.

She knocked on the door just after 8 o’clock that night, and the doctor wasted no time in opening it for her, and showing her inside. The table had changed since she had left, there were now more apparatuses attached to it. The doctor asked her to remove all of her clothes, that this time she would not require a gown. She unzipped her dress, letting it slide off, and unclasped her full-support brassiere. She dropped it on the floor, and then slid off her panties. Stepping away from the pile of clothes, she sat on the table as she had done before she had left. He told her to relax once more, and she laid back as far as the now-inclined table would let her. 

He began, “You were not completely relaxed before. I wanted another chance to finish the examination without having you moving around so much. So I need to strap you down to the table in a few places so you do not move. Understand?” She nodded. “Good.” He said, and began to lift her naked legs into stirrups that spread her legs wide open. He strapped her ankles into the holsters. Then he moved to her waist, and strapped a leather belt across her navel and made sure it held her tightly to the table. The last straps were by her head, and her brought her arms up behind her head to fasten them into place. She felt a little vulnerable, but safe because she was with the doctor. 

He started his vaginal examination again, and she felt herself becoming wet again. He spread her lips apart, glaring inside of her as far as possible. Then he stood up, and dropped his pants. She had a horrified look on her face when he held his erection in his hand and guided it towards her open crotch. She tried to move, but alas, it was no use. He had successfully strapped her down tight enough that she couldn’t move at all.

She felt his member push her way inside, which wasn’t too hard because she was already wet. He filled her up more than her husband ever had, and it was like she could feel nothing but him. He fucked her wildly, and when he was through he grabbed her head and forced his seed into her mouth. He clamped her mouth shut and told her to swallow, which she reluctantly did. Then he redressed himself and left. She laid there for hours, yelling, before someone else in the building found her, still naked and strapped down. The doctor was never seen again.



Victoria



I carried my briefcase walking through the exhibition stalls. There were a number of college kids popping up here and there excited and having fun. As I walked in the busy crowd I was linked by a girl. It must have been a mistake as she looked at me surprised, as if seeing me for the first time but then shrugged her shoulders and dragged me into a tent with a Hall of Mirrors.

She was lovely looking with blonde hair hanging loose and laughing blue eyes. She was dressed in a maroon blazer almost the same colour as my jacket, which perhaps caused her mistaken identity, a grey skirt, grey stockings and flat maroon shoes.

"I thought you were my friend but it doesn't matter. Anyway it'll do you good to see the hall of funny mirrors. You'll see yourself differently and we can all do with that." 

I looked at the variety of shapes and sizes; short and fat; long and narrow; long forehead and body, short legs long arms. Whether because of the distorted shapes or her ebullience I laughed with her.

It had been years since I had taken time to see myself differently and it was fun. I'd always been busy striving in my job and dressing in the same businesslike manner.

"Yes I think you're right." I replied.

As we approached the exit I felt sad that the experience with her would soon be over.

"Would you like a coffee?" She looked disapprovingly. "Sorry ice cream or something?"

She smiled looked me up and down and said.

"Yes. Ok!" As if I had passed the acceptance test.

And still linking my arm dragged me to an ice cream vendor. I could feel her breast against my forearm, full and firm. It was good.

"I love the Cornish style." She said.

I bought her a large cornet of ice cream with a chocolate Flake sticking out. I got myself a smaller one.

As she gorged on hers she said.

"I have a sweet tooth." 

"I can tell." I replied.

Her light pink tongue curled and captured the melting ice cream on the rim. She caught me looking and laughed through her half-closed mouth and mumbled.

"Please don't look. It's so messy." 

Even her mumble had the plumy English accent common in private college girls. She was probably heir to a huge fortune, unlike my blue collar ancestry. My father left me with an addictive personality that I constantly battled and tendency toward heart disease. 

We found a table near a hotdog vendor and sat down. The crowds were thinning out but I saw one or two other girls in the same uniform as her.

"College outing?" I asked. "My names James by the way."

"Oh hi I'm Victoria." She offered her long thin hand over the plastic covered table, which I shook lightly. It was cold and slightly clammy but perfectly manicured. She smiled broadly revealing unsurprisingly white even teeth. "Yes we've come to see what's on offer. Business Studies course."

She had the confidence bred into her class. When I talked she had this way of paying full attention to me as if everything I said was so very important. It was both flattering as well as intimidating. I became more conscious of what I said.

"What career are you interested in when you leave college, I mean?" I asked in a parental way.

"Loosen up!" She disparaged my question laughing and showed the contents of her delectable mouth. It was as if she knew I was this 'Salary man' with the pursuit of money my only goal, my interests solely mammon. 

She began sucking up the main body of the ice cream, her soft bow shaped cushions resting on the white confection. She looked up and caught me staring at her. She snorted and was about to tell me off again, but I was saved by my ice cream trickling down my hand onto my trousers.

"Damn!" I said and looked for a tissue to wipe it up.

There was a chrome plated dispenser on the ledge of the vendors wagon.

"You have to concentrate on what you're doing James. Haven't you been told that?" 

She was mocking me playfully. I took no offence. I had been told that many times in my past. At home, in school, my early working experience. In fact I now said it to my staff on a far too regular basis.

I found a tissue, dumped my ice cream in the bin and began furiously wiping the front of my pants.

"It'll leave a terrible stain there all day." She said unhelpfully. I looked up.

"I know." I replied rather irratibly. 

"People will wonder what you've been up to." She said coquettishly. Then giggled. 

I was red and flustered. She finished her ice cream and stood up reaching for some tissues and water from the vendor. 

I couldn't help look at her perfect legs as she stretched up. They were the best legs I had ever seen. Perfectly proportioned. Not too thin, no fat. An athletic leg straight and even, revealed to the back of her mid-thigh. She turned. Each time she turned her hair flicked which captivated me.

"Here, let me fix that." She said in a commanding voice and moved to the side of the vendors wagon, out of the main thoroughfare.

She bent down and rubbed the front of my charcoal grey pants. A lump came to my throat. I looked down and could just see her grey covered knees slightly open. The hem of her skirt trapped between the backs of her thighs and calves. Oh to lift that skirt.

The stain was disappearing but at what cost to my dignity, as I stood in a public space being cleaned down by a young girl. She raised her hand and tucked it inside the waistband of my pants, in order to gain more purchase. She massaged the stain. I had to use all my concentration to avoid thinking of this young girl with her hand in my trousers rubbing away at the front. 

"Not hurting you am I." She looked up smiling. "It's just you look a little pained."

"No ... er ... no carry on." I replied. "Just taking your advice. Trying to concentrate". 

I was breathing erratically she smiled.

It was no use. Her perfume wafted up to me distracting me from my concentration. I started getting hard. The rubbing moved from against her fingers to the lump in my pants and she never flinched.

"That's better." She said continuing to rub faster and without looking up. 

My eyes rolled in my head as I felt such pleasure. She rubbed until I disgorged myself into my underpants. She stopped rubbing as her other hand in my pants touched my wet penis. 

"I think we need more tissues." She said. She stood up facing me completely unfazed.

"Yes." I said embarrassed I came so quickly and in a public place.

A girl came running up dressed in the same uniform.

"Vic Vic! Where've you been." She looked me up and down with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. "We have to be going."

"Ok just coming." She said this wiping her hand dry.

As she went to leave I said.

"Will I see you again?" 

"In your dreams." She said and left.

And do you know what? – She was right. 



Victoria



Journal Saturday, June 17, 1989 - Victoria was my queen.

I'm posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are true. For those of you keeping score at home this would be #8 in the series. 1-7 are posted. Cheers!

*

Pat and I had made plans for this weekend but she had called earlier in the week and told me she had to do a family thing. She was living with her parents for the summer. "They're going away next weekend, though," she told me, "so we can spend the entire weekend together if you want."

"Oh, I want, baby," I told her, "call me next week and we'll decide what to do." I felt kind of weird dating the girl my best friend just broke up with but I didn't think it was going to lead to anything serious.

As luck would have it Steve called shortly after Pat hung up. "Do you remember I took Brenda home last weekend?" he asked. 

"That's all you did was take her home?" I joked. 

"Well after we stopped for a little back seat action," he replied. "Anyway," he continued, "guess who she said was in town this summer and was asking about you?" 

"Stevie Nix?" I asked, intrigued. 

"Not even close, moron. Who did you date for 3 years in high school?" he replied. 

"Vicki Smith!" I said, "no way."

"Yeah," he went on, "they want to know if you and I want to go out with them Saturday." 

"That would be cool," I replied, "tell them we can take the boat out for a midnight cruise."

So that is why Steve and I were sitting on the boat with a gallon of Long Island tea waiting for the girls to show up. Vicki and I had dated off and on throughout most of high school. She had strawberry blond hair, a thin waist and was quite good looking. She had a nice chest which I had never so much as got to lay a finger on. The reason we ultimately broke up was I got tired of waiting for her to put out. 

"So Vicki must be a pretty good lay if you dated her all through high school," Steve said. 

"That's the sad part," I replied, "I'm embarrassed to admit I never ever got to feel her tits."

"No fucking way, dude." 

"Yeah," I had to admit, "I was a huge nerd. I didn't know stop meant go and no meant yes until college. That's why I finally dumped her for Robin senior year. I sure hope she's changed or this night is going to be a huge waste." 

"Brenda hasn't changed," he smiled, "she still loves to fuck. Tell you what. If you can't get Vicki naked I'll swap you and have a go at her. I always thought she was hot." 

"Who's so hot?" Brenda asked as they surprised us. 

"We were just remarking on how hot both you girls are," I replied. 

Steve helped Brenda into the boat and I helped Vicki. "How have you been?" She asked, giving me a quick kiss.

"Great," I replied, "you look great."

"Thanks," she said, shyly. 

She did look better than ever. I couldn't be sure in the dusk but it appeared as if her tits were bigger than I remembered too.

"What are you guys drinking?" Brenda asked.

"Just some ice tea," I replied, "would you girls like one." 

"Sure," they said in unison. 

I poured them 2 large tumblers. "This does have some alcohol in it," I said, handing a glass to Vicki. As far as I knew she never drank. 

"That's cool," she said, taking the glass. That was an encouraging sign at least. 

"To hot fun in the summer time," Steve toasted.

The girls drained their glasses so we followed suit. 

"That is very good," Vicki said, holding out her glass for a refill, "I think I can taste some alcohol."

I didn't tell her it was about 180 proof but instead said, "You might want to sip those," as I handed her glass back. 

"Nonsense," she replied, "we're not in high school any more." She chugged that one nearly as fast and handed me the glass for a refill. "They taste like kool aid," she said with a grin. 

I looked at Steve and Brenda sitting in the back of the boat. I thought Brenda might say something to her friend. "What the heck," Brenda smiled, "I've never seen her drunk before. This ought to be fun." She drained her drink too. 

"Why don't you take care of the girl's while I get this cruise started." 

"I'd be happy to take care of two hot babes," he replied. 

Vicki stumbled toward the back of the boat with her empty glass and Steve filled her up. The three of them sat in the back drinking while I drove. I was heading down to a sand bar area where we could beach the boat. I looked in the back and Steve was sitting between the girls, an arm around each. Brenda had a hand in his lap and was nibbling on his neck while he and Vicki were making out. I figured I'd better break it up before Steve got both the ladies naked for himself.

"Is anyone going to come up here and help me navigate?" I asked. 

"I'll help," Vicki said, standing up and nearly falling back down. Steve grabbed her ass to steady her but she still managed to spill some of her drink down her top.

"Shit!" she slurred, "I spilled my drink. That sucks. Now my top is wet." 

It was too dark to see through her wet t shirt but fortunately Brenda came up with a wonderful idea. "Take it off," she suggested, "it's warm enough tonight."

"I don't know," she said, "I don't want to be the only one topless." 

"I'll join you," I said, whipping my shirt off. Steve followed my lead. 

"I don't know, Brenda," Vicki said, handing her drink to Steve, "do you think we can trust them?"

"I sure as fuck hope not!" Brenda laughed as both babes pulled off their tops. I could see what Steve saw in Brenda. She had nice, round tits, easily bigger than his ex-girlfriend Pat's knockers. They were nice and full and a little bit flabby. They lay nicely on her chest with her long, erect nipples standing straight out, begging to be sucked. I was somewhat disappointed that she was with Steve until I turned and saw Vicki's naked tits.

Vicki's tits were at least a full cup size bigger. They were smaller than Jane's beauties but not by much. Large and oblong shaped, they spilled out and down her chest, then turned back out again. Her cute little nipples pointed slightly up. I guess her nips were normal sized; on her large tits they just seemed small. Steve whistled his approval. She turned and shook them for him as she was making her way up front. 

"Hey," Brenda said, punching him on the shoulder, "you're supposed to be looking at my boobs."

"Yes dear," he said, turning to her and sucking a tit. 

Turning back to me, Vicki stumbled and fell into my lap. "Look at that," she exclaimed proudly, "barely spilled a drop." She chugged the rest of her drink. 

"You really should be careful," I said, "there is a lot of alcohol in those drinks." 

"Fuck the alcohol," she cried out into the night, "let's party!" 

I had never heard her use the word fuck before. My only concern was if I'd get to fuck her before she passed out. Fortunately we were at our destination. I beached the boat and turned off the motor. Vicki spun around in my lap and faced me. Her tits were breathtaking, only inches from my lips. 

"Would you like to suck them?" she asked, seeing where my gaze was fixated.

"Baby," I replied, "I've dreamed about sucking your tits for years." 

"What are you waiting for, silly?" she asked, pulling my head to her breast, "a written invitation."

I stuck out my tongue and started licking. Vicki shook her tits back and forth, chasing my tongue from nipple to nipple. Her tits were even better than I had imagined; they certainly were bigger than I thought. I latched onto a nipple and bit down slightly as I sucked. Vicki moaned her approval. She ground her pussy into my lap as I licked and sucked her tits. From the sounds emanating from the back of the boat Steve and Brenda were having a good time as well. 

I was trying to think how to get Vicki's shorts off when she stood up and announced, "I have to pee. Want to go for a swim with me?" 

Even though the water was only waist deep I figured I'd better tag along to keep her from drowning. I had to hold her up by the tits to keep her from falling down as she pulled off her shorts and panties. From what I could see in the moonlight, she had a cute, bushy snatch. Steve had Brenda bent over the motor cover and was hard at work fucking her doggie. Vicki paused and watched for several minutes. 

"That looks like fun," she exclaimed. She leaned over and gave Steve a big, sloppy kiss telling him, "save a dance for me, will you baby." 

"No problem," he said as I helped her over the back of the boat. We waded over to the waist deep water. I had to hold her up and soon I felt a current of warmer water swirling around my cock and balls. Vicki giggled. I didn't mind, the river water washed it away. 

When she finished she slipped away saying, "If you can catch me you can fuck me." 

Fortunately she swam toward the sand bar. She was a good swimmer but no match for me. I let her get a few strokes ahead and caught her just as she was crawling out onto the sand bar. She looked more beautiful than ever under the stark contrast light of the moon. She looked over her shoulder, wordlessly begging to be fucked. The moon turned the drops of water clinging to her pussy hair to Silver as she bowed her legs, waiting. I hesitated briefly to grave the sight into my memory; I was only going to get to fuck Vicki for the first time once. I suppose naked, dripping wet under the moon and stars was as special as it ever got. I think she caught sight of my ten inch cock only moments before I slid it into her pussy. Her eyes grew as large as the moon and she moaned as my cock made its way deep inside her. 

"Sweet holy fuck," she exclaimed, "where have you been all my life?" 

"Trying to get you into this position," I replied.

"If I knew you had a cock like this we'd have been fucking 6 years ago." 

"I guess we'll just have to make up for lost time," I told her as I started pounding my rod in deep. 

After that her replies became mostly unintelligible other than a few "fuck me harder" or "oh fuck, I'm cuming." She was a surprisingly good fuck. She was either too drunk to care or was just a natural talent because she fucked with wild abandon. About the third or fourth time she threw her head back and howled at the moon I joined her orgasm and filled her pussy. Afterward, we lay in the ankle deep water making out. "That was so lovely, " she sighed, still slurring her words quite a bit, "why didn't we ever do that in high school?" 

"You wanted to be a virgin," I replied. 

She laughed, "I have a lot of catching up to do," she said as we made our way back to the boat. 

Steve and Brenda were sitting in the back seat making out. "I was just getting ready to come find you," Brenda said.

"Were you worried?" Vicki asked. 

"Naw," Steve replied, "we were just going to leave without you." 

We laughed as we helped Vicki back into the boat. She was still feeling no pain. I had to help her get dressed. We made it back and dropped the girls off with no further incident.

"Dang!" Steve said as he helped me tie the boat up, "who would have guessed Vicki was that big a cock hound." 

"It just goes to show the power of alcohol," I replied, "she's probably had that in her for years." 

"Let's do this again, " he chuckled, "I wouldn't mind giving her a try." 

"Sounds cool," I said, " if you hear from Brenda, let her know we want to go cruising again soon."

Journal Wednesday, June 19, 1984

Vicki called Wednesday and said she wanted to talk. I wasn't doing anything so I told her to come on over. I was hoping she wanted a repeat performance so I made sure I had plenty of beer and wine in the fridge and hit the shower. She arrived about 45 minutes later and I immediately got that sinking feeling; she was dressed like the old Vicki with loose jeans and a bulky shirt that made one wonder if she even had breasts. She gave me a peck on the cheek before sitting on the couch. "So, " I tentatively began, "did you have a good time the other night?" "That's what I wanted to find out, " she said, blushing, "I don't remember much. Brenda said I did but I wanted to ask you." 

"The answer is yes!" I joked. She just smiled shyly. "Would you like a beer?" I asked, heading to the kitchen.

"I don't think I should drink," she replied, "that seems to be my problem." 

"One drink won't hurt," I told her, "and it might help you relax." 

"Maybe just one drink," she agreed, "do you have any wine?" 

I returned with a bottle and two glasses. I poured the wine and toasted, "To good friends." 

She took a pretty hefty drink. She didn't chug it like before but she emptied half her glass. I refilled it. "Do you really think I should?" she asked. 

"I'll keep an eye on you," I smiled as she took another drink, "and I did try to warn you Saturday you were having too much to drink." 

"That was nice of you," she admitted, "I probably should have listened." 

"Well we did have an awful lot of fun," I told her. "If you're worried about remembering, I can set up my video camera and then if you have any questions we can play back the tape next time we get together." 

"That might be fun," she grinned, blushing again, "I'm pretty sure I can trust you." 

She smiled and took another drink while I set up the cam. I was coming to the realization that she was somewhat of a lush. She wanted so badly to get fucked that she used alcohol to overcome years of inhibitions. Her body language did seem to loosen up as she finished her glass of wine. She reached down and unbuttoned her top button while I refilled her glass. I had the TV on and she was starting to play to the camera a bit; another good sign. I figured I'd cut her off at two glasses. I was guessing that would be just enough to loosen her up without zapping her memory. "Would you like some help with those buttons?" I asked, setting down the bottle.

"What?" she asked, feigning surprise. 

"I'll let you in on a little secret," I smiled, "I saw them Saturday night." I slowly undid the rest of her buttons, revealing a cute, pink lace bra. "And," I added, "If you didn't want me to see them tonight, you probably wouldn't have worn such a cute bra." Her face blushed again but she smiled, bravely. I think the wine was kicking in nicely. "They're far too pretty to be covered," I told her. 

"Do you really think so?" she asked. I thought I detected a slight slur to her voice. She pushed out her chest and looked at herself in the TV. "I guess they're not too bad," she sighed. 

"Most girls would love to have your boobs. To the prettiest set of breasts I've ever seen," I said, raising my glass. We toasted and she drained her glass. I took her in my arms and we started making out, giving the wine time to kick in. She started slowly but before long she was pushing my tongue aside and thrusting hers deep into my mouth. She seemed ready for the next step so I asked her, "Did you want to slip out of that bra? I'd really love to see the rest of you."

"Are you sure I took my bra off last Saturday?" she giggled.

"Would I lie to you?" I smiled. 

"I suppose I can trust you, " she sighed. She grabbed the bottle and emptied it while I fumbled with her bra. "Do you have any more of this?" she asked. 

I figured what the fuck, if that's what it took to get her to go wild, who was I to stand in her way. I retrieved another bottle of wine. "Do you think I drink too much?" she asked. 

"Honey," I smiled, "as long as I get to look at the most beautiful set of tits I've ever seen, I don't mind." They were very fine looking tits, not quite as big as Jane's, but not by much. They were firm and oblong shaped with nice, hard nipples. "These look happy to see me," I grinned as she raised the bottle, "do you mind if I feel you up?" 

"Did I let you Saturday night?" she asked. 

"You sure did, " I smiled. 

She raised the bottle back to her lips which I took as a green light. I squeezed her tits together and flicked my tongue back and forth between her lovely, hard nipples. She guzzled the wine with one hand and held my head tight to her breast with the other. The way she was going it was a good thing we had the camera running. The way I saw it, the more she drank, the better she fucked. I was more concerned with getting both of her nipples into my mouth to suck. 

"You do that so well, " she moaned, setting down the bottle. 

"Tits as beautiful as these deserve special attention," I replied as my tongue snaked from one boob to the other. She seemed to enjoy it when I bit down on her nipples. "You should see what else I do well," I added between sucks.

"I'm curious," she grinned. She seemed to be getting just about drunk enough to take advantage of. Not quite as wasted as Saturday, but drunk enough. 

"To show you I'll have to slip your pants off," I smiled. 

"I don't know," she giggled, "did I let you take my pants off Saturday night?" 

"Actually no," I replied, "you took them off before I got the chance to ask you." 

"Well," she laughed, "I guess if you've already seen me naked..." 

She unbuttoned her pants and slid down the zipper. I knelt between her legs and pulled them off revealing her cute pink lace panties which were already wet. She grinned when I told her she must have been counting on my seeing her panties. I leaned down and licked her slit through the panties while she squirmed about the couch. "As pretty as these are," I said, "I think we're going to have more fun with them off." 

She raised her ass in the air and helped me slide them off. "What do we do now?" she sighed. 

"I go to work and you lay back and cum all over my face," I told her. I helped her pick her feet up and put them on the cushions. I looked back at the TV as she spread her legs wide and saw we were getting a great view of her cute little red haired pussy. I grinned and gave the camera a thumbs up with one hand while rubbing her clit with the other. Vicki lay back into the couch and moaned softly. As much as I enjoyed looking at her pussy on TV I enjoyed eating her more. I slipped my tongue between her luscious pussy lips to taste her nectar.

"You taste divine, " I told her. 

"My boyfriend never does that," she moaned, "it feels so fucking good. Is it alright if I cum?"

"That's the point of the exercise," I explained, "cum early and cum often." Show me a guy who doesn't eat pussy, I thought as I slid my tongue deep inside her pussy, and I'll show you a guy about to lose his girlfriend. "The more you cum, " I added, "the better I like it." 

"Oh fuck," she cried as her body began to quiver, "sweet holy fuck!" 

I reached up and squeezed her tits while she came. She grabbed the back of my head and held on until she finally finished. "That was wonderful," she sighed as I gently lapped up her fuck juices, "I need a drink." While she raised the bottle to her lips, I ran my tongue across her pussy lips. "Would you like a drink?" she asked. 

"You taste way better than any wine," I said with a grin, "but I might have a little sip."

"You're so sweet," she slurred "and you make me feel so good." 

"Not to ruin the moment, " I said, "because we're just getting started, but are you going to be OK to drive?" 

"I told my parents I was staying at Brenda's," she smiled, "I hope you don't mind." 

"That's great; we can play all night," I said, taking a swig of wine. She squealed as I drizzled some wine across her clit and pussy. Her squeals turned to moans as I licked it off, paying particular attention to her tender clit. "Oh fuck baby," she cried as she began to cum again, "how do you make me cum like this?" 

"Your pussy tastes so good," I replied, "it just cums naturally."

"I wish my boyfriend felt that way, " she sighed, "he doesn't like oral." 

"Forget about your boyfriend and just relax," I told her. As I went back to sucking her clit I slid a couple fingers into her warm, wet pussy. I slowly finger fucked her while biting down on her clit and flicking it with my tongue. I had a free hand so I slid a finger between her ass cheeks and started playing with her asshole. That's all it took as she started cuming again. She raised he ass up off the couch and started fucking my face with wild abandon, crying loudly as she came. I finally found the wild cum slut from Saturday night and it was great. All it took to turn her from a mild mannered sexless, conservative girl was a couple bottles of wine and a well placed tongue. She came long and loud and hard, covering my face with cum. 




Victoria



"That was great," I said, licking my lips, cum dripping from my chin. 

"Mercy," she moaned, "I can't take much more of that."

"How about one more go around?" I asked, sliding my tongue back between her pussy lips. 

"Well," she grinned, "if you really want to..." 

"Oh I want to, " I mumbled, her pussy muffling my voice. She was already sliding her pussy up and down my face, ready and willing to cum. I held my tongue steady and let her do the work, moving back and forth from pussy to clit. It only took 5 or 6 minutes before she was cuming wildly again. She screamed louder than ever when I ran my tongue down around the rim of her asshole. There was nothing as wonderful as a girl totally satisfied. I finished the wine as I watched her lying on the couch, panting to catch her breath. 

She finally sat up, reached out, and grabbed my pants. "Do you think it's fair that I'm the only one here that's naked?" She unbuttoned my jeans while I tore off my shirt. "Did you show me this last Saturday?" she slurred. I let her remove my pants and shorts and watched her eyes grow wide with amazement. "There's no way I would have not remembered something as beautiful as this," she purred, taking my cock into her hands, "it's twice as big as my boyfriend's." She began licking up and down my throbbing shaft. "I'm not sure it will even fit inside me," she exclaimed. 

"It fit just fine last Saturday," I assured her, stroking her hair. 

"Do you mind if I suck you for a little while anyway?" she asked, shyly, "My boyfriend never lets me suck his." 

"You can say cock, baby," I grinned. I leaned down and gave her a nice, wet kiss. "Do you think we just may have to upgrade your boyfriend situation?" 

She looked up at me and smiled shyly. Dodging the question, she replied, "Tell me if I'm not doing something right."

She kissed the tip of my cock and swirled her tongue around it before taking it into her mouth. "You're doing fine, honey," I told her, stroking her hair. It wasn't the best blow job I'd ever received but neither was it the worst. "Just keep licking and sucking, baby," I told her, "every once in awhile you can go down and lick my balls. That's it baby." I sat back and let the girl hone her cock sucking skills. "Just tell me when you're ready for me to stick it into your pussy, " I told her. 

"I got to cum already," she replied, taking my cock out of her mouth and licking my balls, "so I only think it's fair that you do too; unless I'm not good enough to make you cum in my mouth." 

"You're good enough, baby," I sighed, "I just didn't know if you wanted me to." 

"I'd like to know what it tastes like," she said, "Brenda says it tastes great." 

"Keep sucking then," I told her, "and I'll see if I can give you a mouthful." 

"You're such a nice guy," she said, taking my cock back into her mouth. 

This time I concentrated and after 10 or 15 minutes of good, hard sucking, I felt myself ready to cum. I grabbed a handful of hair and started ejaculating into her waiting mouth. She sucked me like a pro, not spilling a single drop of cum. When she had milked me dry she looked up with a questioning look. "It's considered polite to swallow," I told her.

She swallowed down my mouthful of cum and grinned. "That does taste good," she said, "Is there any more in there?"

She put my sagging cock back into her mouth and sucked out the last few drops. She kept sucking until my cock was rock hard once more. "Would you like to fuck now, honey?" I asked her. 

"If you're sure it will fit," she replied. 

"Turn around and sit down on my cock," I told her, "That way we can both watch us fuck on the TV." 

"Yes, dear," she replied. She spun around and placed her hands on my thighs and slowly lowered her pussy. I guided the tip of my cock into her wet, anxious pussy. She slowed down and let my cock slowly expand into her pussy. It was almost like fucking her for the first time all over again. "Your cock feels so fucking good," she cried as I slipped deeper and deeper inside her trembling pussy. "Are you sure I had you inside me before?" she moaned, "I think I would've remembered." 

"Would I lie to you?" I replied. 

"I guess not," she moaned. 

"Of course I would," I thought to myself as she began to cum. But it was good to know she trusted me. I held her by the tits and watched her on the TV as she rammed her cute, red haired cunt up and down my cock. For someone who claimed to be a neophyte she sure knew how to cum with wild abandon. She raised herself up with her hands on my thighs and I slammed her 20 or 30 good hard thrusts as she began to scream. When she finally finished cuming she slowly ground her pussy around and around about my cock. 

"Did you cum, baby?" she sighed. 

"Not yet, " I told her. 

"Wow," she said, winking towards the camera, "you're a regular superman. I could grow accustomed to the way you make me feel inside." 

"And I could grow accustomed to being inside you, " I laughed.

"Let me spin around so we can kiss," she said. 

She slowly raised her pussy up and off my cock, spun around and climbed in to my lap. She reached down and guided my cock back inside her pussy. "That's better," she smiled. As we started making out she slowly started riding up and down my cock. We gradually built up our pace and before too long she was flying up and down my cock again. I grabbed her bountiful tits and started sucking her nipples as she fucked. This seemed to push her over the edge and she started crying again.

"Would you like some cum in your pussy?" I shouted. 

"Fuck yes!" she screamed, "fill my pussy with good, hot cum!" 

I started thrusting harder and just as she started to come down from her orgasm I started spurting cum deep inside her cunt. This sent her into another orgasm and we came together, holding each other tight until our orgasms subsided. "That was pure magic," she moaned as my cock sloshed back and forth through all the cum inside her pussy. 

"Would you like to go into the bedroom and make some more magic?" I asked. 

"You bet," she smiled. I picked her up, carried her into the bedroom, and tossed her on the bed. She giggled and bounced a few times, landing with legs spread wide. 

"I'll be right back, " I said, "I have to go turn my camera off and lock up. 

I put my cam away and locked the front door and by the time I got back to the bedroom, Vicki was passed out. I tried to wake her but she just groaned and rolled over. I didn't want to fuck a girl who was unconscious so I let her sleep. I was hoping there'd be more chances to fuck her in the future. She was worth the wait. 

I woke the next morning next to Vicki's naked body. I leaned on my elbow and watched her in her sleep. She must have felt me staring because soon her eyes opened and a smile came across her face. She must have figured out where she was because she grabbed the bed sheet, held it over her naked body and exclaimed, "We didn't do anything last night, did we?" 

"We did everything, " I replied, "and it was some of the best sex I've ever had. I'm just sad you drank too much again and can't remember. Next time there will be no alcohol involved."

"What makes you thing there's going to be a next time?" she asked. 

"I want to show you the tape we made of us in action," I replied with a grin, "and I have to get to class so I don't have time to show you now." 

"We made a tape?" she asked. 

"You thought it might help you remember," I replied, "I have a seminar (named Pat) this weekend but I should be back Sunday evening. Give me a call and tell your parents you're staying at Brenda's again." 

"I guess I should at least see what you're talking about," she replied, "I'll call you."



Victoria



Chapter 1 

My name is Vicki, well that is not entirely correct, my name is actually Jim, but I now answer most of the time to this new name given me by my Mistress. I am writing this account explaining how this came to be at the behest of my Mistress. 

As I enter this into my computer, I am wearing a lacy pink baby doll nightie with matching panties. My Mistress is sitting beside me dictating what to write. Every now and then she strokes my panty covered cock to reward me for my efforts. With each stroke, my cock twitches inside its frilly prison and I gasp with involuntary pleasure. 

Her Cheshire cat smile tells me she knows just what sort of effect her fingers are having. Well enough of my relating what's happening at the moment, let me recount how I came to be placed in this humiliating position.

It was my vacation week and I was looking forward to a week of rest and relaxation. My live-in girlfriend Jackie, had to work so I had the house we had bought together to myself. 

The first morning of the week I kissed Jackie good-bye, and as soon as she left for work, I got up and started to get "Dressed". I went to the attic and brought down my favorite under things, dress and shoes. I am a bit larger than Jackie, otherwise I would wear her things. I took a quick shower and shaved my face as close as I could. After drying off, I slipped into a sheer mint green peignoir set and went to the bedroom to complete my transformation. 

I slipped off the nightie and put on a black lace merry-widow with matching black lace French cut panties. I had taken in the merry-widow and it pulled my waist in a good 4 or 6 inches, giving me quite a bit of a figure. My maleness was already starting to rise, so I paused a bit and tucked it under and pulled the tight panties up. I then slid on a pair of black stockings and attached them to the garters. 

Next I slipped a pair of breasts into the cups and took a good look in the mirror. I saw a very sexy lady looking back at me. (so much for fantasy!).

I sat down at Jackie's vanity and started to put on my makeup. I was in the middle of the lipstick when I heard the door open. I panicked.

"Honey I forgot my purse." I heard Jackie say as she headed to the bedroom.

Jackie does not know of my dressing. I have tried to tell her before, but I couldn't. I tried to hide but it was useless. She opened the door and saw me trying to cover myself up.

"What on earth are you wearing?" she stammered. I fumbled out a flimsy excuse that made no sense at all, when she said " I always thought you were hiding something, but I never thought it was this".

"Are you angry?" I asked her.

"Let me put it this way", she said "I don't know why you are wearing my clothes, but you had better have a better excuse than you were lonely! We will talk more when I get home, and I want my future husband, not this" she said sternly as she stormed out of the house.

All my plans and dreams seemed to be crushed all that day. I finished dressing, putting on a leather mini skirt and silk blouse, but my mind was on what Jackie said. That afternoon I changed back into my male clothes and prepared myself to face the music. 

Jackie came home and after a good hour of cold war stares she asked me how long I had been wearing her clothes. 

"Well", I started " I have been wearing girls clothes off and on since I was 12 years old". "I am not gay, I just love the way I look in the clothes. I especially like the feel of silk and satin lingerie against my skin". Jackie asked me why didn't I tell her. I told her I have tried to many times. "Don't you remember Halloween last year when I suggested you dress as a pimp and I would be your `girl`?"

"Yes" she said, "come to think of it you did get into the role more than I expected you to." "And another thing", she said " where did you get those clothes, they weren't mine!?"

"Actually they're mine", I said " I have a collection of many different types of dresses and such".

"You mean the things you had on this morning are yours" She asked?

"Yes they are", I said. "I have some information you can read", I said " if you want more information about cross-dressing"

"Get it for me" She said "and after I read it we will talk again".

I got the information about dressing from my study. It included articles about cross-dressers, as well as some magazines on the subject. 

The next few days Jackie said very little about the subject, and I was not going to upset her by bringing it up. Then on Friday she called me and said she would be late coming home because she had to do some shopping. Later that night I was watching the tube and Jackie came in and made a bee line to the bedroom.

"Don't come in here", she said I want to show you something in a minute. I sat in the living room trying to figure out what she had.

She came into the living room a few minutes later wearing a tight black satin dress and 5" heels.

"You look great" I said.

"Not as good as you're going to look" she said as she grabbed my hand and led me into the bedroom. My maleness was hard as a rock as I watched her buns swish in the tight dress. Her garters were very visible under the material and that only made it better. When we got in the bedroom she told me to close my eyes. I closed them and she ordered me to strip, keeping my eyes closed. I asked her what the surprise was and she told me not to worry and do as I was told.

After I was naked I felt her putting some lotion on my legs. This will help your legs to look better she said. I knew what was going on, but I was to stunned to ask her why the change of heart!. After a few minutes she took me by the hand and led me to the shower.

"Hop in and wash off". she said " and meet me back in the bedroom.

I got into the shower and I saw the hair falling off my legs. After I finished the shower I dried off and went back into the bedroom. Jackie had some lingerie laid out on the bed.

"Put this on " she said as she handed me a frilly red merry widow.

I put the merry widow on and she told me to turn around. I turned around and she hooked it up the back. "Not a bad fit for a first try" she said as she hooked the last one. "Now for the panties", she said "but first we have to do something about that protrusion". 

My cock got even harder when she said that. "I want you to take care of it the way you would if I wasn't here!" she said. "And if you refuse I will tell all your friends about your "hobby". Reluctantly I took my cock in my hand and started to masturbate. I was about half way to climaxing when she stopped me and said ,"you need something on your legs for this".

She gave me a pair of black seamed stockings with lace tops and 6" black pumps. "Put these on baby" she said with a sly look. I sat on the bed and slid the nylons up my legs. They felt so smooth on my now hair-less legs. I attached the garters to the lacy stocking tops and slipped into the shoes.

"Where did you get this stuff" I asked her.

"Be quiet and do as you're told" she reminded me. "Now stand up and finish the job at hand so to speak" she said.

I took my raging member in my hand and in a minute of quick moves I shot half way across the room. "Perfect" Jackie said " and just think it's all on film!"

"FILM" I shouted, "you filmed this"?

"Yes baby how else do you expect me to keep tabs on you." But don't worry, as long as you do as I ask, no one will ever see this tape." After a bit more protest, she had me put on the red lace panties and a red satin mini dress that barely covered the tops of my stockings when I stood up.

"Sit down and let me make you up" she said. While she was applying my foundation, she started to tell me what was going on. "I read the information you gave me and I realized you really enjoy wearing women's clothing. Judging by what I saw you wearing Monday and the articles I read I figured this was the look you loved the best."

She finished the foundation and started on my eyes. "I went to one of the stores in the magazine you gave me to read, That's where I found this outfit you're wearing as well as my outfit. I decided that I would rather have you dress like this here instead of worrying that you would dress like this when you were away".

She finished my eyes with a bright shade of blue eye shadow and black mascara, then started on my lips with a shade of deep red lipstick. "The way I figure it" she continued, " is, if I have a boyfriend who dresses up like a woman, I might as well let him. In fact you look so good I might just keep you this way all the time".

When she was finished with the make up, she brought out a blonde shoulder length wig. "Lets put this on and see how you look Jim, I mean Vicky". I think you look more like a Vicky than a Jim right now. She put the wig on me and adjusted it and then helped me up and brought me to the mirror for a look.

I couldn't believe what I saw. If I was a woman, I would be chasing myself. I turned from side to side and I looked great.

"Vicky" Jackie said, "we forgot your breasts" I looked and realized that the only "chest" was from the merry widow.

"Lets use yours" she said.

I went to the attic to get my falsies. When I returned, Jackie pulled my dress over my head and slipped the breasts into the cups. After I pulled the dress down, I took another look in the mirror. 

"There, that's much better" she said. After admiring myself in the mirror I realized the camcorder was still recording this and I was going to ask Jackie to turn it off. Then I thought about it and said to myself "what the heck I will make interesting viewing later". My thoughts were broken by Jackie's order to make dinner.

"What would you like love" I asked.

"I don't know, just surprise me. I'm going to chance into something more comfortable while you prepare our meal".

I went to the kitchen and started making a nice steak dinner. I was enjoying the new found acceptance by Jackie.

"Dinners ready Honey" I called from the kitchen.

"I'll be right there" she answered. She came out in the white peignoir I had gotten her for her birthday. Her breasts made an interesting swell in the bodice. As she moved about the robe swirled around her, giving me a glimpse of her beautiful legs. She came over to me, gave me a hug, grabbed my buns and said "you look great honey" "What's for dinner"

"Steak and rice" I said. She squeezed my ass again and said great I'm starved let's eat." We sat down and ate.

"You know Vicky", she said "you have been working much too hard around here. I think it is time to get a maid".

"A maid" I asked?

"Yes, and I have just the outfit for her" she said with a sly look as she finished dinner. 

After dinner I was washing the dishes when Jackie came in the kitchen and started to stroke my leg, running her finger tips up to my crotch. "Lets go to bed Vicky", she said "the dishes can wait for the maid".

I didn't have to be asked twice. We retreated to the bedroom and I started to take off my dress when Jackie stopped me. "Leave it on Vicky"she said "it looks good"

I pulled the dress back down and stretched out on the bed. Jackie came over and started to caress my "breasts" like I do to her. It felt so good I almost felt like a real woman. She started to kiss me passionately, starting at my lips and continuing down past my breasts to the waist band of my panties. She stood for a moment to discard the robe of the peignoir set. She slowly started kissing me again from the neck down to my heels. 

When she got to my heels she re-positioned herself and started to nibble on my cock through the fabric of my panties. She pulled up the hem of her nightie and shoved her hips towards me until her panty covered pussy was staring me in the face. I didn't know what to do.

"Go ahead Vicky suck me" she moaned. I pulled the crotch of her satin panties to one side and took her clit in my mouth and went to town, lashing it with the tip of my tongue while I sucked it into my mouth. She ground her clit against my face while I did this, increasing the pressure. It took only a couple of minutes for her to reach a wild climax, bathing my face with her sweet juices.

When she had sufficiently recovered from her shattering orgasm, she told me to take off my panties and lay flat on my back. I did as she instructed and after placing a pillow under my butt, she had me extend my arms and legs as far apart as I could. 

She reached into the night stand and retrieved four padded leather cuffs. After fastening one to each of my wrists and ankles, she showed me the next surprise in store for me. Out of sight beneath the bedspread, she had fastened four eye-bolts with a length of sturdy rope attached. 

Before I could protest, she had the ropes attached to each of the cuffs, leaving me tied and helpless in a spread-eagled position. Once she was finished securing my body to the bed, she flipped the hem of the dress up, leaving my privates completely exposed and vulnerable to whatever she had in mind. 

I soon found out what sort of sweet torture she had in store for me.

"Since you have a fetish for panties, I'm going to try and overload your senses with the feel of soft, silky panties against your skin", she gloated. She bent at the waist and removed the panties she had worn while I brought her to climax. She pressed them against my nose, forcing me to inhale her scent. Just the smell of her hot pussy caused my cock to twitch with desire.

Noticing this, she pulled the white panties over my head, positioning the crotch over my nose and mouth. Now every breath I took filled me with her essence. Not yet satisfied with my level of excitement, she took the red panties I had worn and using just her thumb and forefinger, dragged them over and around my cock and balls. 

It felt like a butterfly was stroking my cock. The softer the strokes, the more intense the pleasure. It took only a minute of this for my cock to begin to ooze pre-cum. Next, she cupped my balls and began to stroke my cock with her panty wrapped hand. I could feel the cum beginning to boil in my loins. The onset of my climax was only seconds away. She sensed this and stopped immediately. I was left hanging on the precipice. If my hands had been free, I would have finished what she had started myself. Of course, I could only lay there and squirm with unsatisfied lust.

When I had calmed down, she once again used the same technique to bring me right to the edge. By now I was moaning with desire, craving the release my body screamed for. At last taking pity, she straddled my waist and using one hand to hold my cock and the other to spread her pussy lips, she impaled herself on my cock.

I had never felt anything so good in my life. As her hungry pussy swallowed my cock, it felt as though it was being immersed in a vat of warm oil. Once it was all the way in, she began to raise and lower herself up and down until she was ready to join me in ecstasy. 

As her second climax hit, she ground herself against the base of my cock. Her vaginal muscles contracted around my cock, impelling me to orgasm. Spurt after spurt shot from my cock deep inside her as her pussy milked me dry. I thought I'd never stop cumming.

She collapsed on top of me and kissed me gently, "this is just the beginning of your new life my little sissy", she purred. "Now go to sleep, you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow". She left me bound to the bed with my new dress around my waist. After what seemed to be an eternity, I was able to drift off to sleep.

When I woke up I was no longer bound. Jackie was up and said from the kitchen, "good morning Vicky. your clothes are in the closet" I went to my closet and discovered that all my male clothing was gone. The only thing there was a short pink Maids uniform, and several boxes filled with some very frilly lingerie.

The uniform was the same one I put on lay-away at the TV shop in town. It even had the slip I filled out. I took off my clothes began dressing in the new lingerie.

First, came the pink merry-widow trimmed lavishly with black lace and ribbons. Even though it fastened up the front, it was a real struggle to get it closed. When I finally was finished, my waist was 6" smaller and I had the illusion of small breasts swelling above the cups of the built in padded bra. Next, I opened the new stockings. They were the sheerest you can buy, with seams up the back. After fastening the six garters hanging from the merry widow, I reached into the next box to discover a pair of pink panties.

They must have been custom made just for me. Across the front, embroidered in black was the message; "I AM Jackie's PANTY SLAVE". The back was adorned with rows and rows of delicate black lace ruffles. I pulled the panties up my legs and as they settled about my cock, I felt as though my masculinity, and with it my ability to resist, were gone. This was not the sort of thing a virile man would wear, rather these were the panties of Jackie's personal slave.

Next, I opened the last box to discover a short, very full black organza petticoat. I pulled it up around my waist and then slipped the maid's uniform over my head. I managed to zip it up without help and then went to the vanity to freshen my make up and brush my blonde wig into place. The final step was to slip into the black patent heels.

When I was satisfied with my appearance, I walked back to the closet to inspect myself in the full length mirror on the back of the door. The fullness of the petticoat pushed the hem of the uniform out and up, exposing the lacy garter straps and the tops of my stockings. The over-all impression was that of tramp with a capital "T". Rather than being ashamed or uncomfortable, I found that I loved the look and hurried down to show Jackie my new countenance.

She was seated at the kitchen table, dressed in her pale blue baby doll nightie. "Vicky, you are the epitome of a slutty tramp!, Jackie cooed. Come over here and let me inspect the job you did preparing yourself for your new position."

I went over to where she was sitting and stood there with my hands clasped in front of me awaiting her pleasure.

"Turn around slowly", she commanded, "I want to see every aspect of your costume".

I did as she instructed, pirouetting slowly. I felt her hands on my stocking clad legs, softly stroking them. As I finished the turn, her fingertips roamed higher under the petticoat, until they were tracing the lettering on the front of my new sissy pants.

"These words will define your new existence my pretty", she said. Her fingers continued to stoke my panty clad cock while she went on. 

"From now on, whenever you are home you will wear nothing but your frillies. Also, when you get ready to go to work, you will find the lingerie I have selected for you wear under your male clothes laid out in the bathroom. Your days of sneaking about and dressing only when you are alone are over."

"Henceforth, you will live in pretty panties, garter belts and stockings. Every day when you pull your panties up over your cock, it will serve as a reminder of your servitude to me."

"Every step you make at the office will cause your panties to caress your privates, stimulating you to distraction. This will also serve to ensure your fidelity. Dressed as you are, you will have to wait until you get home to me to get any sort of relief. I have seen the way the women in your office look at you. They would love nothing better than to get into your pants. I can only imagine what those hot little secretaries would think if they were to unzip your slacks expecting to see BVD's and find instead your cock trapped in the frilly panties I laid out for you that morning. I suppose they might even be a little jealous since your lingerie is bound to be much prettier than anything they have. As long as you behave, it will be our secret. Your co-workers will never know that under your Brooks Brothers suit there lives my fancy panty slave."




Victoria



After giving my cock a final squeeze she continued, "Now that we have the rules defined, you may begin your service as my maid. I want you to first prepare my breakfast. I will leave the menu up to you. When you have served me, you will do the dishes left from last night while I eat. Only when the kitchen is spic and span may you have your breakfast. I am sure you are aware that the household help is seldom allowed to eat with their Mistress".

I set about my assigned tasks, preparing poached eggs, toast and coffee. I served my Mistress in the dining room and after making sure she had everything she needed, set about clearing the dishes from the previous night. 

By the time I had all the dishes and pots rinsed and in the dishwasher it was time to refill my Mistress's coffee and clear her plate. Just as I finished, I heard my Mistress call me from the living room.

I obeyed at once, finding her sprawled on the couch with her legs spread and her baby doll panties lying next to her on the couch.

"Seeing you in your new uniform has gotten me all wet and sticky. You may have the pleasure of cleaning my pussy. I want you to use your tongue of course, but so be sure you don't cheat, I think I'll restrain your hands."

With that, she put the cuffs on my wrists and secured them behind my back with a double ended spring clip. I went to my knees and she grabbed my head with both hands, guiding my mouth to her sopping pussy. I settled in to the task at hand with gusto. At this time nothing seemed more important than the complete obedience to and satisfaction of this enchanting creature. 

My tongue seemed to have a life of it's own, dancing back and forth across my Mistress's clit. When her climax hit, I drank greedily from the fountain of her femininity. I continued to lap at her pussy, cleaning every drop of her juices from her labia and pubic hair. As the tremors of orgasm subsided, I laid my head in her lap while she stroked my head, telling me what a good slave I was. This was heaven!! My fetish for cross dressing and Jackie's latent desire to dominate and sisify a man had combined to create the perfect relationship.

Chapter 2

My new life was one of never ending surprises. Each morning I would jump out of the shower with my face and legs freshly shaved to find the lingerie my loving Mistress had laid out for me to wear under my suit. Her imagination and sense of style always assured that I was dressed in only the finest and frilliest of lingerie.

We had spent the remainder of my vacation shopping and building up my wardrobe of lacies. Of course when we went out, I was made to wear my panties and garter belt. My Mistress took great delight in my embarrassment when the sales girls would give me a knowing smile as I piled my selections on the counter to be rung up. 

One look at the two of us and the disparity in our sizes was all it took to let them know that the pretty things I was buying were for myself. Each time when we arrived home, I was ordered to give Mistress a fashion show, modeling the days purchases.

My favorites were the nighties and peignoir sets. The feeling of the slippery fabrics caressing my body from shoulders to ankles was delightful. My cock always responded in a most positive manner to this form of stimulation, growing to its fullest. If Mistress was in a good mood, she would wrap a pair of panties around it and stroke it until I came all over the lacy fabric.

If she was not in a good mood however, she would cuff my arms and legs to a chair and then tease me. Sometimes this would take the form of her stroking my panty trapped cock until I was just about to come. 

She always stopped before I made it over the top. This was usually followed by making me watch as she slipped her hand down inside her panties and masturbated herself to climax. The sight of her fingers slipping in and out of her creamy pussy combined with the scent of her juices drove me wild with desire. 

When she reached completion, she would take her soaked panties and place them over my head, leaving me there to contemplate my fate while she showered and changed into fresh lingerie. She knew I would be driven insane with lust by the feeling of her panties over my face and the aroma of her climax.

Mistress spent the entire two weeks of my vacation imprinting firmly on my mind just who was in control. I was at her beck and call 24 hours a day, expected to comply instantly with her requests. I cooked all the meals, cleaned the house until it sparkled, and attended to her while she took her bath. Of course I never wore any male clothes during this time. Mistress always dressed me in something frilly and feminine.

By the time my vacation was over, I was completely trained and under her spell. My days were filled with joy as I did her bidding and the nights were ones of sensuous delight as she taught me new ways to attend to her sexually. No matter what form our sex play took, there was always one constant. I was never allowed to reach a climax unless I was restrained. Looking back now, I can see how cunning my Mistress really was. 

She taught me to associate being restrained with the ultimate pleasure of orgasm, leading me to crave being made vulnerable and helpless.

All too soon, the vacation was over and it was time for me to return to the mundane world of earning a living. I remember vividly getting ready for my first day back to the office. I came out of the shower to find new lingerie laid out on the bed for me. It consisted of a matching camisole, garter belt and pair of panties, all in black with lavish red lace trim. Completing the set was a pair of red, sheer, seamed stockings. I fastened the garter belt about my waist and pulled the stockings up my legs. My penis instantly grew to its fullest. The sight of my turgid cock framed by the lacy garter straps almost made me come then and there. 

I slipped the camisole over my head, relishing the sensuous caress of the slippery fabric as it cascaded down over my nipples. The panties were last, trapping my tool in a silky, slippery prison of nylon and lace. Still fully erect, it made a bulge in the front of the beautiful new panties. 

At this point, Mistress joined me. "That just will not do! You simply cannot go to work like that. Go and get your cuffs!"

I did as I was told and soon found myself with my wrists cuffed together and attached to a hook in the ceiling normally used to hang a plant. After pulling my panties to my knees, Mistress took a pair of her panties from the laundry hamper and used them to stroke my cock until I spurted my load into their silky depths. She left me strung up until my spent cock returned to a flaccid state.

"That's much better", she said, wiping the last of my cum from my cock. "Now, I'm going to release you and let you finish dressing. You will present yourself to me for inspection before we leave for work."

It seemed so strange to be putting on a man's dress shirt and suit over my pretties. I discovered that in order for the camisole not to show through my shirt, I had to put a T shirt over it first. I didn't think the girls at the office would understand if they saw my red and black lingerie peeking through. I stepped into my wing tips and went to present myself to Mistress.

"You look satisfactory slave. I want you to remember that I will expect you to get out of your male clothes as soon as you enter the house this evening. I will have something suitable for you to wear laid out for you." With that, she kissed my on the cheek and patted my panty covered butt, sending me off to work.

Of course there was a mountain of work piled on my desk. My secretary, Ashley, had them sorted by priority and we spent the day just taking care of the most pressing matters. 

As we worked, I couldn't help noticing how attractive Ashley was. Each time she bent over the desk to pick something up, her blouse billowed open affording me a glimpse of her creamy breasts barely restrained in a lacy blue bra. 

On several occasions, she would invent reasons to brush against me, rubbing her butt against my crotch. If I had any thought of trying to instigate a little office tryst, my panties reminded me of how futile that would be. Ashley continued her teasing and flirting for the rest of the day. By the time it was time to leave, my cock was straining against my panties, aching for release.

I returned home to find a black peignoir set laid out for me. I stripped off my clothes, hanging my suit up and placing my lingerie in the laundry hamper. I noticed that the panties held the evidence of my excitement during the day, with numerous stains where my cock had oozed pre cum. 

I showered and slipped into the lacy gown and robe before going into the living room where Mistress awaited me. She had a bottle of White Zinfandel and two glasses set out. I poured the wine and dutifully gave her a kiss. 

She patted the cushion next to her, indicating that I was to join her on the sofa. As we talked about my day, Mistress turned the conversation to questions about Ashley. She wanted to know what she was like and how I treated her. I told her that Ashley was my right arm and that I couldn't function at the office without her. There was no way I could tell her of Ashley's attempts to arouse me. I would have been forced to admit that I had become excited, staining my panties with the evidence of my stimulation.

Mistress gave me an odd smile and changed the subject. The rest of the night was taken up with preparation of our dinner and the ensuing cleanup, followed by our retiring for the night. Of course we made love, with me tied to the bed and Mistress riding me to climax. When I came, it was an extremely intense orgasm, my cock pulsing with load after load of hot cum.

"My goodness, but aren't we the hot little thing tonight", Mistress commented. "I wonder what it was that got you so worked up. It can't just be the panties, I've had you in them for weeks now. I would certainly like to find out just what it is that's getting you so excited. I am sure it is something at work, that's the only change in your routine since I've pantified you on a permanent basis."

I was untied and we went to sleep. The next morning, when I came out of the shower, my lingerie for the day was all black. The only unusual item was the panties. Embroidered across the front was the message, "Property of Mistress Jackie". I was just pulling them up my legs when Mistress came into the room.

"Your performance last night has me convinced that there is someone in your office is trying to tempt you into doing something really foolish. I am quite sure that you would never be the one to instigate anything. I am equally sure that one of the women there is teasing you, attempting to start an affair of some sort. The panties you are wearing today should put a stop to any sort of hanky panky that person may have in mind." 

She then turned and left me to finish dressing. That day and the days that followed were pure torture. Ashley wasted no opportunity to tease and torment me with her flirting. She would brush against me, rubbing her ass against my crotch even when there was plenty of room for her to pass. Her blouses became more and more provocative, either with buttons undone or being so sheer as to allow her lacy bra to show through. Her skirts got shorter and shorter, until I was treated to a constant display of her stocking tops with the garters attached. 

My cock spent an awful lot of time fully erect, a state that was not lost on Ashley. Of course all this titillation at the office made me most anxious to get home at night. There at least, I knew there would be a chance for relief. 

Mistress said nothing more about how excited I was when I arrived home, concentrating instead on finding new ways to humiliate and torment me. I have to say that this was my favorite time of the day. Driving home, I would try to imagine what sort of sweet suffering I would be subjected to that evening. 

I was never right. Mistress always surprised me with fresh ways to tie and tease me. The situation at the office came to a head about two months later. It was just after lunch. Ashley pretended to trip and reached out to steady herself by placing her hand against my thigh. When she straightened up, she gave me a shrewd smile and I knew she had felt my garter strap.

Nothing more was said about it and the day seemed to end normally. I mistakenly thought that either I was wrong or that Ashley was going to forgo acting on her discovery. The next day was to prove just how incorrect one man can be.

Chapter 3

Mistress met me that fateful morning as I stepped out of the shower. "I have a feeling that today is going to be a very special one for you," she said mysteriously. "That calls for special undies. Yesterday, I received some very different lingerie for you to wear just for this particular occasion."

I followed her to the bedroom where laid out on the bed was a pair of very unusual pink panties. Actually, they were closer in design to bloomers than panties. 

"You know of course what these are called", Mistress said, picking them up. "Just to remind you, they're called "sissy" pants." Look at all the rows and rows of lace covering them. These panties are truly deserving of their name. Only a true sissy girl would wear these. They are the ultimate in femininity." 

Once my garter belt and stockings were properly in place, Mistress knelt in front of me and commanded me to raise each foot in turn as she personally attended to putting the new panties on me. She pulled them up over my cock and balls, trapping them in a slippery nylon prison. 

She added a pink camisole with lots of pink ribbons and lace and the outfit was complete. The panties came down my thighs to the tops of my stockings, trimmed with row after row of lace. As Mistress led me to the mirror to admire her handiwork, I loved the tight caress they held me in. Mistress kissed me good bye, admonishing me to be a good girl.

I arrived at the office at my normal time only to discover that Ashley had called in, telling the receptionist that she would not be in until after lunch. The only reason she gave was that she had some personal errands to run. 

I didn't think too much about it and set about taking care of those things that I wouldn't need Ashley's help with. Before I knew it, it was time for lunch. Because I went with some of the guys from marketing, lunch took a little longer than usual. 

I returned to the office at about 1:30. When I went to my office, I found the door was locked. That was most unusual. I had never locked that door in the five years I'd been there. I rattled the knob a little, then tried to think where I might have left the key. 

I was just about to turn away when I heard the door being unlocked. I entered the office to find it completely dark, the lights turned off and the blinds drawn.

Ashley's voice broke the silence. "Lock the door and turn and face it!" 

I don't know why I did as she instructed, but I did, perhaps because Mistress had conditioned me to obey instantly.

"Put your hands behind your back, NOW!!!," her voice commanded.

Again, without hesitating, I did as I was told. I felt something metallic being placed on my wrists and seconds later a series of clicking sounds told me I now had my hands hand-cuffed behind me. A scarf was then placed over my eyes and knotted behind my head.

Ashley's voice came to me again, "There, that's much better. Follow me, I'm going to lead you to your chair." 

She gripped my belt and turned me around, then led me slowly over to my desk. I was turned around again and pushed until the backs of my knees contacted the seat of my chair. I felt my arms being raised then pushed back until I was seated. 

My arms were now behind the backrest of the chair. I heard Ashley walk to the credenza on the other side of my office and return. After releasing the first set of handcuffs from my right wrist, she fastened my left hand to the arm of the chair. She slipped my right arm out of my suit coat and then unbuttoned my shirt and did the same with that. After re-fastening my right arm, she repeated the same procedure with the left, using another set of handcuffs. When she was done, I was left wearing nothing above the waist but my lacy pink camisole.

"My, my but aren't you the pretty little thing," Ashley cooed. I wonder what you're wearing under your slacks." I felt her nimble fingers at my waist, making short work of my belt and zipper. Next, my shoes and socks were removed. "Raise yourself off the chair so I can get these slacks off. I want to see your panties."

Again my training took over and I meekly complied. I felt my slacks sliding down my thighs, exposing my sissy pants and garter belt. When the slacks were completely off, Ashley used two more sets of handcuffs to fasten my legs to the pedestal of the chair. The manner in which she did this caused my legs to spread wide apart, leaving me totally exposed and vulnerable. 

Despite my predicament, my cock began to grow inside the sissy panties. Not helping the situation were the fingers tracing the outline of my tool, impelling it to greater size.

"Goodness, look at what I found", Ashley teased. "There is a full size cock in this little girls pretty panties. I always wondered why you seemed to pay more attention to my lingerie than you did my charms when I was trying to get your attention these past months. It seemed the lacier the bra, the more you stared. I began to suspect that you had a lingerie fetish. 

Yesterday, when you bent over to pick up something from the floor, I was sure I saw the outline of a garter strap through your slacks. Of course, I had to be sure and my make believe stumble clinched things. As soon as I knew you were wearing lingerie, I started to make my plans for what is to transpire today. I have enjoyed dressing boys in lacies since I was in my teens. Some of my fondest childhood memories are of the times my sister and I would dress my little brother. The three of us would then have "tea parties". Of course, because he was my brother there were certain things we couldn't do. Now that I've got you where I want you, I can take my fantasy to the next level".

Ashley then picked up the phone and called the switchboard. "Hi, this is Ashley. Please hold all Jim's calls. He's going to be tied up all afternoon." It was all she could do to suppress the giggle that escaped the instant she hung up the receiver.

There was silence for a moment, the I heard the unmistakable sound of a Polaroid camera spitting out several pictures. This was followed by the sound of my office door being unlocked, opened and quickly shut again. I sat there helpless, wondering what would happen if someone should wander in. After several moments, I heard the door once again being opened and re-locked.

"There, now I have all the control I need", Ashley boasted. "I just mailed the pictures of you in your lacies to my home address. You will now do whatever I tell you or face the risk of those pictures being posted on the company bulletin board. For the moment, you can sit there and wait while I prepare your first surprise".

The irony of her statement wasn't lost on me. I had no choice but to do just that. The handcuffs prevented all but the most rudimentary movements. I could hear what sounded like someone removing their clothes, sounds like the click of fingernails on buttons, the unmistakable purr of a zipper being pulled down, the whisper of silk sliding against skin. 

My imagination ran rampant with minds eye pictures of what Ashley was wearing under her street clothes. Would it be the pretty pink bra or perhaps the sexy black one she had tantalized me with just last week? The answer was soon in coming. 

I felt Ashley undoing the knot in the scarf. As it fell from my eyes she cautioned me, "Keep your eyes closed until I tell you to open them". Thirty seconds later she spoke again, "All right my little slut, you may open your eyes now and gaze at your captor".




Victoria



It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the light now flooding the room. Ashley was standing in front of me, just inches away. She was leaning against my desk with her legs slightly apart. Her long, blonde hair was pulled over one shoulder, cascading down and partially concealing one breast. Her lingerie consisted of a white half cup bra and crotch-less panties, both trimmed profusely with pink lace. Her garter belt was all pink, holding up her pink lace stockings. Because the bra had only half cups, the breast that wasn't covered by her hair had it's nipple exposed. Also, her position caused the slit in her panties to gape open, offering proof that she was indeed a natural blonde.

"Do you like what you see? I'm sure you never dreamed that the day would come that you would be allowed to view your sweet little secretary in her scanties. I think you'll like the name I have for this outfit. I call it my "rape suit". That's exactly what I have in mind. I'm going to use my pussy to rape that cute little cock you're hiding in your panties. Even though I'm wearing a complete set of lingerie, all the goodies are accessible. I didn't want to have to bother taking off either my panties or bra when the time comes for me to make use of your hot mouth or stiff love pole."

To demonstrate, she leaned forward, placing her nipple at my mouth. "Show me how well you can pleasure me slut. Make my nipple hard or you'll never get out of this chair".

I did as she said, sucking her nipple into my mouth and running the tip of my tongue over and around it until it was fully erect. Her breathing began to deepen, her hands gripping either side of my head, trapping my face against her. 

"Oh, that's very nice", she purred. "Now do the other one". She pulled her hair out of the way and presented her other firm breast to my tender ministrations. This time, while I continued my oral attentions, I felt her reach down to my panties, insinuating her hand under the waistband. Her cool fingers wrapped around my erect cock, making me gasp with pleasure. 

"Goodness me, what a large clit you have my dear," she teased. "I'm sure I can find a good use for this, but to make sure that it remains in it's present state, I have something for you."

She pulled away and walked over to her over-sized purse, returning with a leather strap. It was about a quarter inch wide and six inches long. She pulled my panties down to the tops of my thighs and began to stroke my cock, oops, excuse me my clit. When she was satisfied that it could get no larger, she wrapped the leather strap around the base of my clit and balls and pulled it tight. Bending over, she gave the head of my clit a quick kiss before pulling my panties back into place. The strap made my clit stand at full attention, making a large bulge in my pink panties.

"There," she said, stroking me through my panties, "that will keep your clit nice and hard until I decide to take the strap off. It will also prevent you from reaching climax. Your clit is mine to do with as I please for as long as I want. You have no control over your own body. I will decide when and if you are allowed to come. Before that will happen, you will first have to pleasure me. Only when I am completely satiated will I even consider allowing you to have any form of relief. You are after all, in no position to argue."

"I think I'm going to allow you to worship my pussy with you hot little tongue. But before we can do that, I'm going to have to get you out of that chair. Please don't entertain any ideas of resisting. You wouldn't want any of our co-workers to hear us and come to investigate, would you."

I nodded my assent and she undid the handcuffs from the chair, leaving them attached to my wrists and ankles. After clearing my desk, she motioned me to lay down on my back with my head hanging over the edge. Once I was positioned to her satisfaction, she handcuffed each wrist to the corresponding ankle. Next, she took two lengths of rope and tied one around each thigh, just above the knee. She tied the other ends to the legs of the desk, after first pulling them tight, spreading my legs far apart. I was once again completely helpless. Ashley had complete access to whatever parts of my anatomy she wished. There would be nothing I could do by lay there and take it. She wasted no time in taking advantage of my plight.

She came around to where my head hung over the edge of the desk. I had a perfect view of her sweet pussy. As she came closer, I could see the drops of moisture already leaking from her lips. The pink lace of her split crotch panties made an attractive frame for her love tunnel.

The elevation of the desk allowed her to stand with one thigh on each side of my head, placing her pussy over my mouth and nose. I needed no prompting as to what she expected of me. 

My tongue darted into her folds, seeking the prize of her clit. I ran it slowly up and down the entire length until I felt her growing nub. It took only a few flicks of my tongue to start her juices flowing. It was like nectar, impelling me to greater and greater efforts. As the tempo and pressure I applied increased, so did her breathing, until she was gasping for air and moaning softly. I was able to suck her clit into my mouth and press it between my lips as I rapidly lashed at it with my tongue. 

This sent her completely over the edge, her body shaking and trembling as wave after wave of pleasure shot through her. It was all I could do to keep up with the honey pouring from her tender slit. 

When the last tremor subsided, she backed away and sat sprawled in my chair. Her legs were wide apart, her swollen pussy still glistening with her juices. This made for a picture that you usually only see in some of the men's magazines. I couldn't take my eyes off her, my cock aching for a chance to delve the depths of her tight snatch.

"Goodness, but you are certainly a talented little slut," she sighed. "I haven't had my pussy eaten like that ever in my life. I honestly thought for a minute there that I would faint. I'm going to have to think of a way to reward you. Perhaps a special surprise is in order. There is one surprise that I have been saving for just the right moment. You will just have to wonder what it is and when I'm going to give it to you."

"I want you to look forward to our times together and there is no better way to do that but to allow you to have some pleasure too. I wonder what a tramp like you likes best. Would you respond better to me taking your stiff clit into my pussy or my mouth? Perhaps a combination of the two, yes that's it."

She stood up and walked over to where I lay bound and helpless. Her fingers stroked my clit in it's satin prison as she continued, 

"After I've caught my breath, I'm going to drive you right up the wall with desire before I take the strap off and let you spew your load deep inside my steamy pussy." 

She licked her fingers and pulled the foreskin back, running her fingers around the head of my cock. "For now, I want you lay there and think about how good it will feel as my lips slide over the head of your clit, sucking it deep into my mouth. My tongue is going to dance around the head, with special attention paid to the underside of your glans. When I think you are ready, I'm going to straddle your helpless body and let you watch as my pussy devours your clit. Think about how good it will feel as inch by inch, the silky hot folds of my pussy slide down around you until all you can see is the slit in my panties pressing against your pubic bone."

She wrapped her warm hand around me and began to gently compress my cock with a slow rhythm. "This is only a hint of the way it will feel when I use my vaginal muscles to squeeze you and caress you, making you long for orgasm. Naturally, you will only be able to lie there, a prisoner inside my me until I start to slowly move myself up and down." 

She began to slowly stroke my cock, continuing with her verbal teasing, "Your clit is going to be driven wild by the feeling of my wet, glove-like pussy stroking it." 

Between the images she was planting in my mind and the continued manual attention I was getting, I was hotter than I could ever remember. I could feel the cum boiling in my balls, screaming for release. Suddenly, there was a soft knock at the office door, three taps followed by two more. It was obviously some sort of code.

"I think your special surprise is here", Ashley chortled. I turned white with fear as she went to open the door. What if she had decided to let my secret out? I would have to resign my job and move to another city. There would be no way I could continue to work in my present position if the word got out that I dressed in frilly lingerie and allowed myself to be tied up and dominated. 

These and a thousand other thoughts raced through my mind as I struggled against my bonds. I don't know what I hoped to accomplish, there was no way I going to get free. I only knew that I had to try. Thankfully , Ashley opened the door only wide enough to admit our visitor. You can imagine my surprise when in walked Mistress Jackie. I laid there in stunned silence as she walked over to the desk and smiled while she surveyed my plight.

"Look at you all tied up and helpless! You are such a slut. The first woman that comes along and you lie down and spread your legs for her. I suspected as much. That's why I have been planning this with Mistress Ashley for the past few weeks. 

She and I met at last month's company party and discovered that we had a great deal in common. We got to talking about what turned men on. She asked me if you liked to see a woman in pretty lingerie. We both had a good laugh when I told her just how much you really liked them. She posed the idea for what has transpired today and I of course I agreed. She even stopped by my office yesterday to deliver the special lingerie you are wearing now. I must say, you are a most fortunate slave to have two Mistresses buying you pretty things. You will have to show your appreciation to both of us."

She turned then to Mistress Ashley, "I hope he didn't give you too much trouble Ashley."

"Not at all Jackie, you have him or should I say her, very well trained. She responds immediately to the female voice. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the trials and tribulations I put him through."

"Judging by the size of his clit, I would have to agree. I could have predicted it though. Every time I have put him in his panty prison, his clit grows until sometimes, I think it will burst. What do you suggest we do with him now? I have to admit that the sight of him all tied up and helpless has had it's usual effect on me. My pussy needs the special talents only his tongue can provide. I was listening at the door for a while before I knocked, so I know what you have in mind. Since I'm in no mood to wait, I think the poor dear will just have to accommodate both of us at once."

Mistress Jackie fixed her gaze on my eyes as she slowly disrobed. Under her street clothes she wore an outfit very similar to Ashley's. Her red panties were crotch-less with white lace and the bra instead of having half cups, had white lace holes for her nipples to peek through. 

She bent over, placing her face just inches from mine, "What a lucky slave you are", she teased. "You are about to be granted a privilege few slaves ever get. You are about to serve two Mistresses at once. Mistress Ashley is going to avail herself of your hard clit while I put your mouth to good use. If you do a good job, you may be allowed to come, but not before Mistress Ashley and I have had our way with you first."

Mistress Jackie adjusted my bonds so my head was no longer hanging over the edge of the desk. "I want our slave to be as comfortable as possible while we use him." 

Tugging my panties down to the tops of my thighs, exposing my rigid tool, she continued, "Ashley, why don't you get started first? I think our slave would like to be able to watch while his clit is gobbled up by your pussy."

Mistress Ashley climbed up on the desk and straddled my hips. Her stocking clad legs rubbed against mine, creating the most wonderful friction. Mistress Jackie, not wanting to be left out of the fun, fed her nipples each in turn to my ready mouth.

My cock was now at full attention, craving the caress of Mistress Ashley's womb. After first pulling my foreskin back to expose the sensitive head, she stroked my cock up and down the length of her slit, coating it with her hot oils. I felt as though an electric shock had gone through me. All the attention had made me so hot my hips involuntarily attempted to thrust upward.

Ashley quickly retreated out of range, chiding me. "You are getting a little impudent slave. I will be the one to decide when you are allowed inside me. Now be a good little slut and lie still while I prepare the two of us for the ultimate utilization of your clit." 

She continued teasing the head of my tool with her velvet folds, her juices and mine mingling to drench my cock, preparing it for its journey into her depths.

At last she was satisfied with the preparations. She lifted herself above my distended sausage and using one hand to guide my cock and the other to spread her lips, she lowered herself ever so slowly. If it hadn't been for the strap preventing it, I would have lost control the instant her slippery labia wrapped around me. As it was, she had only taken a third of me inside her when the pleasure became so intense I began to moan loudly.

"Jackie, our slave is making entirely too much noise. Why don't you put something over his mouth to at least muffle some of the volume. I wouldn't want anyone coming to investigate what's going on in here."

Mistress Jackie was only too happy to comply. She got on the desk facing Mistress Ashley with one knee on either side of my face. The white lace trim of her panties was already soaked with her juices, giving mute testimony to her state of arousal. The scent of her musk drove me wild as I lay there anticipating the arrival of her sweet flesh on my mouth.

By this time, Mistress Ashley had completely impaled herself on my aching tool. The sensations were more than she had promised. My cock felt as though it were in a hot velvet vise.

Mistress Jackie lowered herself to me, placing her swollen clit at the precise point where my dancing tongue could do the most good. "All right slut, lick me until I come. Mistress Ashley and I are going to play with each other while we rape your clit and mouth at the same time."

I bent to the task with delight. There is nothing that pleases me more than pleasuring my Mistress with my tongue. While I licked and sucked at Mistress Jackie's love button, I could feel the strap around my cock and balls being removed as Mistress Ashley began to raise and lower herself on my bloated cock. As she began to move faster and faster I could feel her pussy contracting as her climax neared. 

At the same time, Mistress Jackie was pushing her clit harder and harder against my mouth. Suddenly I could hear the moans of pleasure as both of them hit their peak at the same time. Mistress Ashley hot pussy began to spasm, gripping my cock until I joined them, pumping my hot load deep inside her.

My life now is one of complete submission to two beautiful women. Mistress Jackie oversees my life at home and Mistress Ashley takes over when I go to my office. Needless to say, I couldn't be happier.



Victoria



If parts of this story seem to start in the middle four stories preceded this one, in temporal order:

Christine. A tale of lust.

Angela. Teased and pleased.

Adrian. A night of torment, or Angela's revenge.

The dinner. Christine is bound for pleasure.

For North American readers these stories are written in British English so the vocabulary used may be a little different, as are lots of the spellings; we specialise in colour photographs fixed with thiosulphates. So no tushes and fanny refers to the female genitalia; external, internal, or both, dependent upon context. Garter belts are suspenders, bathrooms are commonly loos or toilets especially when they don't actually contain a bath, johns are bogs, we the British often wee, pee or even 'spend a penny' (I'm not too sure what polite North Americans usually do, but Literotica characters definitely piss). If you think anything else could be usefully included in this brief Anglo -- North American Dictionary, or if some of it is redundant, please let me know.

Victoria

It started at a school beetle drive. The girls, really a group of single mums -- divorced or otherwise -- formed a table of eight and, taking advantage of the parallel disco for the children, many drank too much. Victoria and Angela argued: essentially Victoria said she thought that lesbians were disgusting and depraved, Angela first got annoyed and, when Victoria would not let the topic drop, she became angry. "If you were really randy, I bet you could not tell the difference."

"Bloody well could!" snapped back Victoria, "course you would," sounding a little less confident this time.

"Bet you couldn't; money where mouth is."

"Hey but then I'd have to try..."

"Come on, a couple of little kisses that's all it'd cost you!"

"What're we bettin'?"

Christine stepped in, "if you can tell, in a blind tasting, you win my boyfriend for one evening where he will have strict orders to please you in every way that he can; you lose, you spend a night licking Angela's pussy. But if you bet you have to do as you're told and it'll be pretty wild sex. I will promise, however, that it will only be my boyfriend who gets you randy at first. But once you're well juiced up you'll be blindfolded and then have to tell us the sex of the person that is exciting you. There'll be a maximum of eight trials."

A gasp went round their table, Christine's boyfriend was a rumour, no one apart from Angela had actually seen him, but still he was held to be young, attractive and very, very capable in bed. It was a while since Victoria had allowed a man in her bed and rather longer since she had found one who took the time to turn her on. "You're on," she growled. "Pervert," she hissed at Angela.

Christine related her plan to me the following evening. She and Angela would bath Victoria, fix her hair, do her nails and a pedicure, wax anything unsightly and make her up. Then I had to do all that I could to make her as randy as possible. At first I protested but she reminded me of our deal. I had, in truth, forgotten our deal: that I would sometimes form a threesome with one of her friends so that Christine could watch us. But I had consented and been paid fully in pleasure, up-front, so the following Saturday was to be a new adventure for us all.

I arrived at Christine's front door on the dot of eight o'clock, as planned. A gorgeous woman responded to my ring of the bell, she offered me her hand "I'm Victoria, your date for this evening."

"Uh, Adrian, pleased to meet you," I stuttered, ogling my new partner openly. She had long, dark, lustrous hair, china blue eyes, broad, sensuous lips and a pert, snub nose, dusted with freckles. She was slim with relatively broad hips, which I find incredibly sexy, and long slender legs. She was, I guessed, a few years older than me but somewhat younger than Christine and a good deal younger than Angela. She wearing a short pleated skirt over dark stockings and red high heeled shoes, together with a white shimmery, low cut, blouse that emphasised the firmness of her nipples.

"Well you look pretty good yourself." This brought me back to earth and I followed her inside. "Christine says we're to go straight upstairs and Angela will join us at nine thirty, are you really going to spend the whole of the next hour and a half on foreplay?"

"Oh yes and if you're a naughty girl I'll probably tie you up and carry on for a while longer after that."

"Then I had better be good, what makes girls bad."

"They try to tempt me to make love to them, try to stop me teasing them or start begging me to make them come."

As we entered Christine's pink bedroom it was Victoria's turn to goggle, well that room is quite something when you've never seen it before. Everything in it is pink: carpet, curtains, bed spread, wall paper, the chair; the only other colour is provided by bits of wood in the furniture and the odd glint of metal, and a lot of these have been painted over with pink gloss.

"We'll have to take that blouse off you straight away, it's far too white for in here," I stated bluntly and began to assist Victoria to shrug off her silky creation. That wrecked my plans, I had decided that I ought to initiate events with a long slow sensuous kiss, but her breasts: oh her breasts just had to be sucked as soon as you saw them. They were small, true, but firm, smooth and milky white with small, tight, slightly brown, areolae encircling hard pink teats. I could not resist them, I began the evening by teasing Victoria's nipples with my lips and finger nails. Only after this essential preliminary did I get down to work properly: sucking her fingers, kissing her hands and licking her palms. Arms follow and here it's the crooks of the wrists and elbows that need special attention, finishing with the armpits: at this point her bath is important -- to me at least -- and the waxing helps too. Neck and shoulders come after arms, then eye lids, nose and finally the mouth, peel her bottom lip down and slide your tongue between her teeth, when she thinks the kiss has ended bite her tongue hard and refuse to let her go: Victoria responded with a passion here, I was clearly doing the right things. Neck and ear lobes follow and, by now, your partner ought to be melting. Adhering to this sort of plan I kissed every inch of her body in a tantalising order; back, then chest and breasts, I removed her stockings and sucked her toes before working slowly up each of her legs, first the left and subsequently the right. The first leg feels good, all those different sensations but the second is magic. She now anticipates her reactions because she knows that she will squirm again when you start licking the back of her knee and that her pussy is going to juice even more copiously once the inside of her thigh receives hundreds of little nibbles and this anticipation makes her wetter still. Eventually, once her right inner thigh had been tormented thoroughly, I undressed Victoria completely and set to work licking her buttocks, finally teasing her closed crack with the tip of my tongue; one thing I won't do is lick an arsehole, it might feel great but... At the end of all this, when you roll the woman onto her front, she should prove to be dripping with anticipation, as Victoria was. But I just spread a towel and rolled her back on to her tummy. I was gratified to hear a small grunt of disappointment at this juncture.

A soothing back and shoulder massage followed, then I stripped naked and began the whole process all over again from the start, but this time taking care to keep brushing Victoria's skin with my very hard cock. Only at the end of our second session did I actually spread the lips of her sex to deliver a single firm lick to her clitoris, before rolling her over onto her tummy. She exhaled nosily first with excitement then in protest, she was basted, cooked and frustrated. Time for something different. I drizzled baby oil over her buttocks and proceeded to rub it in, firmly but gently. As I massaged her muscular buns I spread their crack a little wider each time, until her buttocks were relaxed and easily separated. Time to dribble oil down the crack of her bottom, place a finger on the small of her back and pull it down firmly between her cheeks until it arrived at her anus. At this point I stopped and simply did nothing except apply very light pressure to that muscular orifice.

"Are you going to finger my bum? Please don't: I've never done... I'm not sure I'd like... Would it hurt?" The sweet smell of success, she was considering fingering her bottom as a possibility after all.

"Would you like me to push a finger in, it's up to you, you can just try the very tip if you like or I can move on and do something else."

"God, this is so dirty." I pressed my finger down a little more firmly, "but it does feel so good. Oh God, what should I say? It's so disgusting but it feels so sexy." I pressed ever so slightly harder, "don't stop now!" I slipped my finger into her posterior, just up to the first knuckle. Then I very slowly slid it out again extracting an involuntary sigh of pleasure. I spent several minutes gently stimulating her anal hole and was rewarded by a series of increasingly lusty moans and grunts of pleasure.

"Did it hurt?" I enquired, as I wiped my finger clean with a pink, damp face-cloth.

"I'm a pervert aren't I? But, that was so good, especially because it's such a dirty thing to do. Now just fuck me, shag me silly, I need you inside me right now."

"Bad girls come in the chair, eventually."

"What?"

"You're ready for the chair now, come one come over here. Right, sit low and spread your legs over the arms. That's it, that's the way. Now I can lick you stupid," and I did. I teased her as myself, licking different parts of her fanny to roll her backwards and forwards, away from and toward the brink of orgasm. I teased her as Angela would have, alternating between soft, but agonisingly intense, direct tonguing of her clitty and firmer licking of its surrounds. I teased her as Christine did, moving the focus of attention from spot to spot, using either tongue or fingers, but always leaving her lust unsated. In the end she grabbed my hair and rammed my face into her pussy. I pulled away, "Bad girl, you have to punished for that."

"What are you going to do?" Victoria asked with a slight nervous tremor in her voice.

"I'm going to tie you to the chair and then simply carry on as if nothing happened." She made no effort to resist as I bound her, legs akimbo, and her arms well out of my way. "Now you're helpless: I can do whatever I like to you. I can twist your nipples like this." I did, I gave them both a sharp tweak applied with a tight grip.

"Ouch!" she protested.

"I can finger your fanny," I slid two fingers in and tickled her G-spot. She moaned and sighed gently, "you are so wet: you like being helpless don't you, you dirty little girl. But it's not just your fanny that is so easy to tease, your bum is my territory now too," and I slid a finger in and out of her arse a few times eliciting little grunts of delight. "But above all I can lick your fanny endlessly," and I did: she dribbled sexual juices continuously and her fanny began to quiver and to make quite slurping sounds all by itself. "Test time," I slipped a blindfold over Victoria's eyes, she either didn't notice or didn't care, she said nothing. I kissed her firmly on the mouth as Angela and Christine crept silently into the room. I worked my tongue slowly down her midline until I reach her belly button and then squatted back on my haunches. Angela slipped between us and began to tease Victoria's pussy with her tongue. Victoria's hot little hole now squelched and burped, oozing viscous white lubricant down the crack of her sex and over her bum. When Angela finally pulled back I enquired, "Boy or girl?"

"What!" Victoria's thoughts' were clearly somewhere else, "oh, that was you silly you did that to me before; it's boy of course."

I took over, alternating between licking her clitty and lapping her juices. Victoria now cried out with frustration.

"Girl... Girl; stop, oh my God, stop. Please stop or let me come. Yes make me come. It's girl, but please make me come anyway."

I stopped. Christine took over and Victoria guessed her sex correctly. "Two wrong out of three! You can't tell, can you?" Christine challenged. "Do you want to come?"

"Yes. Yes, oh yes, please yes," she nodded her head emphatically too.

"But only Angela is prepared to make you come, she is willing to lick and finger you to orgasm but she won't because you think that it is disgusting and perverted."

"Angela please make me come, I'm sorry. I was stupid. I was wrong. Please let me come!" Victoria was really pleading now.

Christine wheeled the full length mirror in front of her, I removed the blindfold, so she could view exactly what was being done to her clearly, and then Angela licked Victoria's sex and fingered her fanny until she, Victoria, was absolutely spent.

Once she had recovered we tied Angela into the chair and let Victoria make good the loss of her bet. Christine and I retired to the bed and alternated between copulating and watching and just watching Victoria's rapid progress in learning how to tease Angela. If she though it disgusting and dirty she now hid it very well indeed.