2 comments/ 22070 views/ 31 favorites Nadia Ch. 02 By: la_suppleante I spend the rest of the week in a daze, attending meetings, playing my part for my job but unable to forget the taste of Nadia's thick she-male cum, or the feeling of her long, fat shaft between my lips. At any time and without warning I find my face going red as I remember Nadia pushing me down onto my knees, calling me her good little slut, slamming her thick cock down my throat. As the week-long business trip wears on, though, my perspective on things starts to change. She just caught me off-guard, I tell myself. If it happened again it would be different. I try not to remember how hard I got while I was going down on her. And I do still want to get my cock sucked by those luscious lips, to make her taste me. And she left a way for me to contact her before she walked out, saying "I always need a good girl who knows how to suck dick baby, drop me a line if you want some more fun. I'll let you suck it again if you ask nice." Shortly after that I received a text from you - "I hear you did a very good job sweety!" I didn't respond and I haven't heard from you since. I'll be heading back home in three more days though, and I'm sure you'll bring it up again then. Starring out the window at another mind-numbing meeting I resolve to act. I'll drop Nadia a line, I think, and this time I'm not going to be pushed around. In my message I say that I want to meet but this time I want to come to her place. I want to walk right into her place and push her down on her knees like she did to me, but I don't mention that part. "Yay!" comes the reply, "I was just wondering where I was going to find some cheap little whore to suck this fat prick tonight, cum over any time, slut." and her address. Yeah, we'll see, I think to myself - I focus on my iron will, I won't be dominated this time. - I get to the door of her building and hit the intercom. "Come on up," she purrs, not waiting to ask who it is, "and you'd better be wearing something sexy." I smirk as she buzzes me in - this isn't going to go how she expects. I go up to the top floor of this fancy, converted town house and there she is, leaning against the frame of her open door, cute as hell in a black velvet track suit with pink trim. One of those girly, lounge-around outfits that are super comfortable but still manage to be subtly sexy. And it's strange but she looks even smaller than before. I guess she would have looked taller when I was on my knees. She looks me up and down, frowning at my jeans, sneakers and jacket. "Well, that's not all that exciting." She pouts. I shrug and follow her into her place, stepping past her and letting her lock the door behind me. She steps up close as I turn, pressing a finger to my chest, looking up at my with dark, commanding eyes. "You'd better have something cute and lacy on under all this, bitch." "Nadia," I grin, "I think tonight's going to go pretty differently from last time." "Oh, you do?" She giggles, maddeningly. "Last time you caught me off guard. I'm not here for a repeat performance," I catch her hand as she starts tugging the zipper of my jacket down, "I'm here for you to return the favour." She looks up at me, mouth half open in a frozen smile, her perfectly shaped brows raised in disbelief. "I'm sorry?" "Last time I was feeling strange, suggestible... this time I know exactly what I want." I'm much taller than her, much bigger, much stronger. I take a step, forcing her to step back. "I want your lips around my cock, Nadia." "You want ME to suck YOU off? But what would a slut like you want something like that for?" "I'm not your slut tonight, Nadia. So we can have some fun on my terms... or I can leave now. Your choice." This is good. I'm strong, standing firm (soon in more ways than one) and I can see she's having to rethink things. "Well..." she hesitates, "it'd be a shame for you to have come all this way for nothing. I suppose I could play by your rules just a little." Then, with a teasing smile and a wink she slips by me and leads me into the living room of her apartment. The place is small but beautifully decorated, and somehow effortlessly sexy just like her. A small living room and an archway leading through into a spotless kitchen. "I think we're going to need something a little different though," she says as I take off my jacket, and then she disappears through another door into what I assume is the bedroom. Moments later she's back, and what she's holding makes my eyes widen and my pulse quicken. A ridiculously slutty red thong, the front being a red satin, heart-shaped pouch with white lace trim. I imagine her in that and only that (it's the only thing she's holding) down on her knees before me, those plump tits bare, sucking on my member... "You like it?" "Oh, I think that'll do," I grin. "Great." And then to my amazement, she tosses the sexy scrap of satin and string to me. "Then hurry up and strip and get it on." "What?" I shoot an icy cold stare at her. "Did you not hear a thing I just said? Tonight I want YOU looking as sexy as possible." She take three steps across the room and presses her finger into my chest again, eyes smouldering. "You said you want your dick sucked, right? Well that's fine, but you're not expecting me to just drop to my knees straight away, pull it out, give you a blowjob and that's it - are you? I'll play by your rules," she starts tracing her finger up my chest, then runs it along my jawline, "but you've got to help me get in the mood. And at the moment, this?" She tugs at my shirt, "all these man-clothes? They do nothing for me. I like sexy things, pretty things, a strong man wrapped up in satin and lace. Mmmmn." Fuck, she licks her lips and my pulse quickens. "So strip those ugly things off, slip this sexy little thing on and make me desperate to get at what's inside." Damn it, this is just the kind of mind game I wasn't going to let her pull. A small voice in my head tells me that this isn't a good idea, that this is a slippery slope that I won't be able to climb back up. But equally I can see a lot of sense in what she says. She'll be the slut, but she needs to be involved. And fuck if the idea of her freeing my cock from this tiny, satin, heart-shaped pouch isn't making me hot already too. I'll strip. I'll put the panties on. And then it's back to the iron will. "Ok," I say, "but don't push things, Nadia." She squeals in delight and steps away as I unbutton my shirt, loosen my pants, and strip down to my boxers. I glance at her, seeing her bite her lip as she checks me out, then throw my reservations aside and slip my underwear down too, standing naked before her. My prick is far from hard, but the little teasing and the thoughts running through my head have me thickening a little. "Oh, well I'm not going to mind sucking on that at all," she purrs. I give her a half smile - then I step into the thong. It's too small for me, obviously, but it's not ridiculously so. As I pull it up the back slips between my ass-cheeks, and my balls and my fattening cock tuck - just about - into the heart-shaped front-piece. It's designed for someone with a penis, I realise, with just enough room to fit the whole package into this sexy, girly, satin heart. The material is so smooth and cool on my sensitive prick that I shiver. My cock throbs too, and I try to tell myself that it isn't because I'm wearing such cute, girly underwear - it's because I'm imagining what Nadia's going to do to me. She's looking on, eyes wide with delight, hands clasped together. And I can already feel how dangerous this is. My cock, plump but still flaccid, barely fits into the slutty little panties. I have the back slipped down my ass a little to make sure I have as much room as possible in the front, but still, the lace-trimmed heart is barely containing my manhood. If I get any thicker, any harder, this tiny thing isn't going to contain me. My cock's going to slip right out the top, jutting out of the heart... and maybe that's what Nadia wants. And fuck, just wearing these panties is getting me harder by the second, I can't control myself. It's just the thought of what's to come... right? They feel tighter, and I feel my cock shift in them for the first time. I stand there, naked but for this pair of sexy satin, lace-trimmed panties, and I'm about to tell Nadia exactly how this is going to go now... when she butts in, excitable, giddy. "Oh God, you're so hot... fuck! But! But...! One more thing, just... to make you irresistible..." and before I have a chance to reply she's gone - back into her bedroom. Moments later she's back, clutching a mess of red and white fabric that she shakes out to reveal... a sexy little candy-striper mini dress. And it's pretty big, it might almost be my size... oh no. "Please? Pleeeeease slip this on too," she begs. She's not ordering, or commanding, which is good, I think. I start shaking my head but she keeps on talking. "It would be so perfect, I would just... do anything for you." My head stops moving and I pause to think. The thin red and white stripes of the dress shimmer in front of me, the skirt of it does look very short but then... it's all about getting Nadia on her knees tonight. Fuck it. "Ok," I say again and she whoops with delight, handing me the candy-striper dress and stepping back to watch me step into it. Wow, it is tight... but not too tight. I slip it up my body, trying not to rub it too much over the bulging satin heart at my crotch (I still want to keep some control) and turn around so she can zip it up. This dress must be much too big for Nadia's petite frame, why does she have it? She zips me into the dress, and I turn to face her, head cocked to one side like - well? She clasps her hands together in delight. It's tight, particularly around the waist where it's cinched in a very feminine way that squeezes me a little. But I guess it does have an effect because, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror it's given me some pretty good curves that I didn't have before. The skirt is super short, just barely covering the satin heart containing my cock at the front and barely covering my bare ass at the back. Nadia looks like she's putty in my hands, so I even give her a twirl. She gasps, and I see her hand slipping down to her own crotch. "So," I start, "How do you feel about me now? Don't you think it's time you found out what's going on under this dress? I pinch the hem of the dress at the front with both hands and teasingly start to raise it just like she did to me last time. She bites her lip, one hand tugging the zipper of her velour top down... then freezes again. "Oh I just had the best idea. One more thing!" And with that she grabs my hand and drags me through the arch into the kitchen before I know what's happening. Her kitchen is small but perfect too, with a counter running along one wall and a table against the opposite wall. I stand there in my cute little dress and my sexy little panties feeling my dick throb. She throws me a cloth and I catch it without thinking. "Last thing, just... would you clean the table? Would you... bend over and clean the table for me so I could watch you for a moment? That would be... the hottest thing ever." Again I feel like I should stop her here, I should have stamped my authority on the situation more. She's pushing things, I know she is, but as she licks her lips and I imagine her tongue sliding up my erect prick I find myself playing along with her 'last thing'. "Ok, but I'll need some relief after this hard work." I half-smile, a little nervously even I have to admit. And as she stands back and watches I move to the table, put one hand on it to support myself, and start to wipe it with the cloth she gave me. It's not in the slightest bit dirty, but I move the cloth with big, showy sweeps... and bend over to reach all the way to the wall. Oh God, I can feel the thin material of the mini-dress riding up my ass as I bend, and I hear what sounds like a moan of approval from Nadia. "Arch... arch your back a little." Her command is soft, her voice heavy with arousal, and even thought I shouldn't be obeying her I do. I tell myself I need to keep her sweet, to turn her on so she'll obey me later, and I wipe her clean table and push my ass out for her to see the thong diving down between my cheeks. It makes my cock shift in my satin panties and I realise that I'm still extremely turned on myself. Actually it's getting a little dangerous, any more aroused and my shaft is going to spring free of the little red heart-shaped pouch it's trapped in. I'm just thinking that this must be enough and it's time for me to take charge again when I hear her move. I go to turn but she puts a hand on my back and whispers, "just stay like that for a moment." Suddenly I'm wary, and I reach back with the arm holding the cloth to make her keep her distance. That's my mistake. She catches my wrist, and with incredible skill, twists it, bends it and forces my arm up behind me, into the small of my back. A jolt of shock shoots through me, it doesn't hurt, but if she pushed anymore it would, and suddenly, despite her slight frame, she's leaning slightly and pinning me there, bent over the table. I try to use my mass, my size to straighten up, but she has me on my toes, off balance and perfectly held in place with the skill of a martial artist. "Nadia," I start angrily, then "OW!" as she flips the candy-striper dress up off my ass and gives me a sharp spank with her free hand. "Little slut, coming in my kitchen dressed like a whore, teasing me like that and you thought you'd get away with it?" "Ah! We had an agreement..." "We still have an agreement, bitch, but sluts like you need to give before they get." Suddenly there's a solid but softer impact against one of my ass cheeks. Then the other, then back to the first. Hard and hot and... a touch of wetness? Oh fuck, she's spanking me with her rigid prick. Bending me over her kitchen table, pinning me with my arm behind my back and cock-spanking me in this tiny thong, with my dress hiked up... This isn't good, I tell myself, but... my cock keeps throbbing. Moving in my panties. Harder and harder, and all it would take is one little tug on the thong... She tugs, my prick bucks and springs free, up and getting more rigid by the second. I can't help but gasp, and my body jumps. Glancing down I can see the little satin heart cupping my balls now and my thickening shaft jutting up out of it, mostly hidden by, and pushing up, the candy-striper mini dress that I'm wearing. By the time she realises, she's already started grinding that hot, hard shaft in the groove of my ass, smearing her precum on my skin and the thong. I'm protesting, buy my voice is, even to me, sounding weaker. She reaches around, under my dress. "Shit, look how hard your little clit got, you little whore." Her fingers wrap around it - isn't this what I wanted? - and pump me, slow, confident and even strokes. My knees buckle a little and I gasp again. I try to push her off my again, but she still has me pinned with one hand, and now I'm having to hold myself away from the table a little with my free hand because otherwise she'll be pushing me down, trapping my cock against the hard table-top. One hand twisted behind me, one hand supporting me, I'm practically helpless as she grinds her own thick member against my ass and teasingly pumps my throbbing prick. She bends over, bringing her lips to my ear, her cock pressing against me even harder. "Look how wet you are, slut." She starts running her fingers down me, lubing me with my own precum. "Maybe I won't make you wait. Maybe I'll let you cum now if you admit you're a slut." I bite my tongue, I fight the urge to hump her fist. Got to stay in control. "Say it..." she purrs "Say, 'I'm Nadia's slutty little trick.'" I, somehow, keep quiet. I don't know if it was the right thing to do. Suddenly she lets go of my prick and I gasp in relief. I have to stay in control... as much as I can. But then I hear a plastic 'pop' and then something cool and wet hits my ass. Trickles down between my cheeks. No. This can't be happening. "Wait, Nadia," I gasp, voice cracking, "wait, this is too much..." But she doesn't stop, and she teasingly tosses the tube of lubricant onto the table beside me, so I can take a good look as she massages it into my ass, between my cheeks, she pulls the thong aside and then... "Ah!" I cry out as her first, lubed finger presses into my tight, reluctant asshole. But again, my knees buckle, my cock jumps and, looking down, I see a string of my precum drip down to the table. "Nadia... please..." "Please?" She teases, pulling her finger back... then slides it back in. She's a pro, of course, gentle but firm, lubing my ass and getting my ready for what I can't yet accept is going to happen. And my prick, my treacherous prick, is harder than granite, jutting out, precum soaking through the front of the dress now. She grabs the lube from beside me as my arm trembles from trying to stop my dick from being crushed under me... and I hear her pop the cap again and sigh as she lubes her own massive member. And then she's pressing forward again. I can just see her if I twist my head around, her other hand is still twisting my arm, still strong as iron. "Nadia, wait, let's... let's just..." "You came in here thinking you could take charge?" There it is, her hard, wet cock head touches my asshole, she presses gently. "You're a slut, you're a little whore and whore's don't call the shots." She presses again, and I gasp. "Wait, let me...!" "Sluts like you service their mistress's cock. Whores like you get bought and owned and fucked and..." she spanks me, then presses again. God... any harder and she's going to... going to... "Little cock-hungry whore. Why else would you have come here if you weren't hungry for this fat cock? Nothing but a cheap whore. I'm going to fuck you, then give you twenty bucks... because I always pay my whores. Now... beg for it." "Wait, okay, I get it I'll just...!" I don't even know what deal I'm going to offer. And more than that, suddenly I don't even know if I want to make a deal, or if my mouth is just protesting because it thinks it ought to. "Beg for it now, and I'll leave you with some dignity you little cum-slut." "Ah!" I try to straighten up and push back again, one last effort at denial, and she twists, and my arm locks and I'm pressed back down. "Beg. Me. To. Fuck. You." "I..." "I'll make it super easy, cutie, just say 'Please'." My head is spinning, my cock throbbing and bucking as she gently rolls the head of her member back and forth over my asshole. What do I want? Time stretches, I don't know how long I'm frozen there, but suddenly I feel the word almost slide along my tongue and out my mouth. "Please." "I knew it!" She laughs in triumph, and I brace myself, but the humiliation isn't over yet. "Please what?" "What?!" "I'm going to need you to be a bit more specific. Please what?" "Please..." I screw up my eyes and force myself to say it, "Please fuck me." "Oh yeah, does the little whore need her pussy full of cock?" "Y-yes." "Did the bitch come here to get her ass-pussy fucked by a Goddess?" "Yes..." I hang my head, I'm trying to tell myself, on one level, that I don't want this... but it's a lie. "Good girl," she laughs... and then firmly eases her thick, lubed prick into my ass. I cry out in shock and pain, but she's already pulling it back... only to ease it back into my tight hole a little deeper. She lets my arm go, finally, but instead weaves her fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. And then fucks her prick into me again. Both arms free I guess now I could push her back off me, but I don't want to. She's moving, fucking me, still easing her cock into me with smooth, sure movements, pulling my head back and keeping me off balance. I feel my prick jump and swing in front of me. I can't think. Nadia Ch. 02 "Oh fuck, slut, you feel divine..." My ass feels split open, spread impossibly wide, filled deeper every time by her throbbing cock meat. She releases my head and just seizes my hips. Like I've done with girls, she's doing with me. Just taking me, controlling me... and fucking me. My ass is on fire with pain and sensation and, fuck, how am I taking that cock. I remember how thick, how long it was from when I... I sucked it. And now all my revenge fantasies are out of the window. She's fucking my ass, making me take it, stretching me wide and... And before I know it she has decided that my ass is ready and then she starts fucking me in earnest. Her heavy, cum filled balls slapping against me as she fucks my lubed ass with her lubed prick and I bite my lip to keep from crying out. God... how did I let this happen, I think, but the thought end up more like, how did I think this would end any other way? Before I can really think that through though, she blows my mind again. Slowing slightly suddenly she reaches around... and starts pumping me as she fucks me. "Your naughty cock, your clit, it doesn't lie," she gasps hoarsely, "it knows what it wants." I can't answer, I can't speak, all I know is that I'm helpless and with her prick pressing into me in a slow, hypnotic grind... it takes me less than a minute to lose all control. I feel it coming, but I don't think about retaining control until its too late, then I'm protesting pathetically in vain. "No," I gasp again, but it's meaningless. Two hands on the table, bent over in a candy-striper dress with the back of my satin heart thong panties pulled to one side, knees trembling and with the thick cock of this beautiful shemale deep in my ass... I cum. My seed rushes up my shaft, unstoppable, and I spill it helplessly all over the table. She jerks and squeezes my base and I give it up, shot after shot all over her table, all over the front of the dress which still hangs down in front of my prick. "Good girl," she whispers, "didn't that feel good? Doesn't it feel so good to be a slut? And now you've relaxed a little... I can really fuck you." And with that she leaves my dripping cock and seizes my hips again. And starts reaming me. I can't help crying out now, as my ass feels like it's glowing with the strange ache of being spread and filled, and her big cock slams into me. Her hips against my ass, both of us grunting and gasping and moaning. Faster, she fucks me. Faster and faster until suddenly she's pulling out. She grabs me by the back of the dress and pulls me back off the table. "On your knees," she pants, but my knees are so weak I can hardly disobey. I drop to my knees, dizzy, ass aching, and the way I'm gasping for breath makes it too easy for her to stand over me, grab the back of my head, and fill my mouth with her thick, lubed cock, straight from my ass. My eyes open wide and I try to push her off, but she uses both hands to hold me still. Three more strokes, thrusting that prick to the back of my throat, and with a girlish gasp of pleasure she's unloading. Unloading both heavy balls into my mouth and down my throat. Again. Damn it. "Take it slut. Nadia's little cock slut, oh you dirty girl. You dirty, nasty little girl. Take that cum." I don't want to swallow, but the size of her load and the way she holds her prick inside my mouth, kicking out every last drop... I swallow. And I realise that my prick, which had flagged, is getting hard again. She steps back, leaving me gasping. "I just fucked your ass you little whore. Now, look me in the eye and tell me you aren't my slut." I can't, I can barely look up at her. "Stand up," she commands, and I do, legs unsteady and my ass... my ass still feels like it's full of her massive shemale cock. "Now, say it. Say you're my slut, or I'll bend you over, spank you and fuck you again." "I... I'm your slut, Nadia." The words come without me thinking, I'm just so dizzy, my body wracked with pleasure and pain, I just say it and she grins. "Look at you, such a nympho," she giggles, and points to where my traitorous prick is already tenting the front of the dress again. "Come into the bedroom, princess," she teases. "Maybe I will keep my side of the deal..." At this point I can barely guess what she's talking about... but I follow her in a daze as she leads me through into her bedroom. Her bedroom, of course, is perfect and effortlessly cute and sexy at the same time. She takes my hand for a moment... then pushes me backwards so I fall onto my back on her soft, plush bed. Sinking into the pink duvet and the lace-trimmed cushions. "You came here wanting your dick sucked, right?" Is this... am I going to be able to turn this around? Can I seize control now? Has Nadia gone soft having... cum in my mouth? (I can taste her, so strong, a trickle of her seed is drying on my jaw where it slipped from my mouth) I nod. "Yes, I..." "Shhh," she scolds. She's tucked her own prick away now, back into those velour track pants. She looks totally composed whereas I... am kind of a mess. She climbs up onto the bed, moving, crawling up the bed towards me, straddling me as I lay back, praying that things are taking a change. "But since then, you've learned, haven't you? Learned that you're nothing but my slut. Haven't you?" The last sentence is sharp - it cuts and I jump. I can't defy her. "Yes, I'm you're slut Nadia." I whisper. "My cock slut." "Your cock slut." "Who loves to suck my big, fat prick..." I close my eyes for a second, but I can't deny her. "I love to suck it." "Well," she's right over me now, we're face to face as she smiles down like a predator sizing up its prey. "The only trouble is... my sluts don't have cocks." "Wh-what..." "My sluts know that MY cock is the only cock in the world they should be concerned about. So, little slut, if MY cock is the only cock in the world... what's that between your legs?" My mouth goes dry, but my cock... my cock is rock hard all over again. I can't say it. "I like girls..." she growls, grinning wickedly, "I'm the one with the cock here, I'm the one wearing the pants and you're wearing a dress and cute little panties. Now, I don't think you have a cock under there... do you?" I don't know what to do, what to say. "So, I'm afraid I can't suck your cock, slut. But... maybe you want your pussy licked? Your pussy and your hard little clit?" I feel like all the breath is sucked from my body. Not just dominating me, she wants to emasculate me... and I... I can't resist her. I nod. "See, I knew you were a pretty little girl, really." She moves back down the bed, kneeling between my ankles now as she looks down at me. "Tell me you're my pretty girl." My mouth won't move, I hesitate and she glances at me sharply. "Disobedient girls don't get their pussies licked, tell me you're my pretty girl." "I... I'm your pretty girl, Nadia." "Tell me you're a naughty girl who loves the cock." My voice catches and breaks, but she has me now. Total control. "I'm a naughty girl who loves the cock..." "I think I'll call you... Princess, from now on. Doesn't that seem perfect?" "Yes... yes it does..." "So who are you?" "I'm... I'm your princess." "You're a cock princess, a little princess who loves to dress up pretty and suck cock, isn't that right?" "Yes..." "Does the cock princess want her pussy licked?" "Yes, she does." "Lift up your dress and show me that slutty pussy, princess. And spread those legs wide like a good slut. A slut princess." And I obey, of course. There's nothing I can do now, but obey. I lift up my dress to show her my prick, rock hard and jutting up from that heart-shaped thong pouch, and I say exactly what she tells me to. "My little pussy is so wet for you, Mistress." "Nadia, please lick my little princess pussy." "I'm such a slut, your cock just makes my pussy wet..." And more, and I keep going as she finally does what she promised and takes my rigid length into her mouth. But when I stop talking about what a bad girl I am, and how good she makes my little clitty feel, she stops, until I'm back "being a good princess" for her. And by the time I cum for the second time she has me completely under her thumb. Without her even telling me, I'm gasping "My pussy's cumming, Nadia, you're making my slutty pussy cum." She swallows my seed, but it never feels like anyone other than her is in charge. And when she tells me to roll over and hike my skirt off my ass I do. And when she writes 'Princess' in red lipstick across my right ass cheek, I let her. And when she tells me to come back tomorrow before I leave town, and make sure not to wash that lipstick off, because if it gets washed off she'll be very cross, and gives me a pale-pink lacy t-back to wear until I come back... I put the panties on under my male clothes and leave my men's underwear with her. She stops me as I'm zipping up my jeans. "Oh, I almost forgot." And to my utter humiliation she produces a folded twenty dollar bill, and tucks it into the front of my panties. Then looks me in the eye, smiles and whispers: "Whore." And as she leans in the doorway of her front door, saying "Bye Princess," and watching me go, I think... there's no reason I have to obey, I don't have to go back tomorrow... But I know I will.