“I just can’t resist anymore!”
So good people keep coming back them!
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The beautician came next and when she had finished Sammie was hard pressed to recognise the young woman that stared quizzically at him from behind the mirror. Who is she? He thought before wondering. Where have I gone?
Finally it was into one of the little boutiques that sold just about everything that a girl needed. “My daughter needs a new outfit announced Winnie Morgan haughtily. This student-gunge look just won’t do!”
And that was that. Over the course of about a fortnight, Sam Pearce had ceased to exist and without any fuss or resistance, Sammie Morgan had seamlessly taken his place.
“As far as the world is concerned, you are a girl now, so it is up to me to teach you to behave like one!” Winnie had proclaimed imperiously.
As far as Sammie was concerned, she didn’t feel like a girl, in fact she didn’t feel any differently to before. The only change that she was aware of was an increase in confusion… A lot of confusion.
However she had gathered what remained of her wits and asked Mistress Morgan a simple question. “If I’m a woman, why have I still got a willy?”
Winnie had glared at her. “Because, you are a shemale you silly little bitch, so get used to it! You are also my legal property to use however the fuck I like, so get used to that was well. But at least …
“I could have fun training you, dear heart.” The man mused in a high-pitched cultured voice.
Much to Sam’s embarrassment, his penis twitched and began to stiffen. This caused the man to chuckle again. He shook his head. “You’re a bit small.” He said sounding disappointed. Never the less his eyes twinkled as he continued to gently fondle Sam’s genitals for a minute or so before moving away.
Small? What’s he on about? Sam though, his manhood oddly affronted. I’m six inches soft and more than seven hard! What does he mean, small?
A couple of women appeared in front of him again, one of them being the blonde from earlier. “Changing your preferences, Winnie?” Her shorter companion enquired bitchily. “I didn’t think you were into boys.”
The tall blonde snorted. “I was thinking more along the lines of entertainment…” But the look on her face told Sam that her interest was anything but innocent. Her head turned slowly until her gaze fell on Rachel: she smiled again.
People began to circulate more purposefully and several of them could be seen writing things down on small squares of card. Each card was then slipped into an envelope and placed on one of the podiums; some of which acquired five or six while others only one, or in Sam’s case: none. He didn’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed, but then it hit him with the force of …
It is the late 2030’s and somewhere in a small run-down town in South Wales there is a rather shabby looking Industrial Estate that is long past it’s ‘sell-by’ date. Over to one side of the ram-shackled collection of buildings is an old and dilapidated warehouse long in need of a coat of paint… The warehouse, however, sports a large new-looking sign board proclaiming it to be the home of “SECOND-LIFE AUCTIONS Ltd.” The warehouse has no windows and only a couple of doors… It is not as run-down as it looks…
1. Collection and Preparation.
As student parties go it had been quite unremarkable and had followed the traditional pattern of immature boys trying to impress young ladies by drinking more cheap alcohol than was good for them. Although why the sight of drunken lads vomiting in the various corners of the room would impress anyone is mystery lost in the mists of time.
Sam had only gone to the party because it was sort of expected — his mates were there and so was he, where they led — he followed, which is why he had mates… They were there to lead each other into trouble. Besides, as the only alternative had been to hide away in his room and write an overdue essay on the causes of the Korean War, the party had naturally won hands down.
The party which had been lively …
“Well hello,” I said, as she strolled into my office & sat down, “I was starting to wonder if you were going to show or not.”
“You know I’d never pass up an opportunity with you honey,” she replied, coyly flashing that coquettish smile at me that I loved so much.
“Did you lock the door behind you??” I asked.
“Sure did, & yours is the only car left in the parking lot.”
“Good, well let’s get down to business then,” I said, rising from my chair.
I had done well for myself over the course of my life, graduated valedictorian in high school, was a two time All American in football, graduated Suma Cum Laude from college, built a successful finance company from the ground up, but something was always missing. I had always been pretty good with the ladies too, having had my share of girlfriends & casual hookups along the way, but had never felt like I was in love. I threw myself head first into my career & that kept me occupied most of the time, but I still had all of this money & success & no one to share it with.
That was until I found Juliana & my entire life changed.
I was at the office one night, late, & I decided to take a break & surf around on the internet a little. I was browsing through some singles ads & I saw a banner for a TS dating website. I …
Bound, naked and being spitroasted by two cocks is not how I thought I would lose my virginity. I know what you’re thinking, I’m the idiot that got myself into this… Well.. Before you draw any conclusions, let me tell my side of the story first. I also need to state for the record that I am completely 100% straight. Being rammed by two cocks wasn’t on my bucket list, let alone something I would ever fantasize about.
You see, this all started when my drunk of a dad took a job as a maintenance repairman for a luxurious apartment complex in New York a month ago. The job did come with perks. We got to live in the smallest available apartment. When I say small, I mean small. I’ve seen bedrooms bigger than our apartment. Of course, it’s better than nothing. Seeing how we got evicted from the last place, we really didn’t have a choice.
Also before I really dig deep into the story, I should probably introduce myself. My name is Austin Patterson. I considered myself a somewhat normal kid. I wasn’t into drugs, nor did I party much. Mainly because I wasn’t part of the popular crowds and I never got invited to any parties. I wasn’t a loser or anything. No one bullied me. I was pretty much invisible. I’m 100% positive no one would even notice if I never showed up. …
I felt so groggy, a haze covered my senses. I didn’t want to open my eyes, they still felt so heavy. All of a sudden a weight was put on my chest. I felt something tapping against my lips. I went to brush it away, but my hands were still bound from last night. Last night! I totally forgot about last night! I open my eyes to find a giant cock pressed against my lips.
“Morning sunshine!” My eyes journeyed up the cock to find Angela staring down with a big smile. She tapped her dick once more against my lips. “Be a dear and open up for me.”
I still can’t get over the fact that Angela and Diana have cocks. I’ve never felt more trapped. Bound and at the mercy of their will. I wanted to protest, I wanted to deny them, but how could I?
“Don’t be a sour puss Austin,” she said, sticking out that bottom lip to emphasize her displeasure. “I promise if you try and put forth the initiative, you’ll love being mine.”
“Just put in the ring gag and fuck his face, he’ll learn eventually it’s better to willingly suck cock over having a dick forced down your throat.” I followed the sound of Diana’s voice to find her sitting on the chair watching us, completely naked.
“Huhhh, I don’t want to force fuck his mouth, I want …
I woke up the next morning feeling good. The room was in complete darkness, it still must be early. Feeling energized, last night was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a long time, I jumped out of bed and went to the bathroom to drain the tank. Glancing over the mirror after I finished my business, I saw my reflection for the first time since last night. Holy shit! I thought for sure my eye was going to be swollen shut. There isn’t even a bruise! What the fuck did they give me? Leaning closer and I carefully touch my face. It’s like he never even hit me.
“Works fast, doesn’t it?” Angela was standing at the door, watching me intently. She was wearing rather short bright yellow dress that almost matched her blonde hair, really showing off her curves. An image of her bent over a bed with Diana slamming into her with a strapon appeared in my mind. A shiver went down my spine at the thought. What I would of given to be a fly on the wall in that room.
She stared at me for a good long minute before finally closing the distance between us. I was still in my boxers, which left me feeling a bit bare. Biting her lip, she placed her hand on my cheek, her thumb stroked my lips as it moved to my chin. She pushed my …