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I stood there naked, staring at myself in front of Ashley's full length mirror. Tears welled up in my eyes, destined to trickle down my cheeks. I watched them flow. They collected, both sides, at the bottom edge of my jaw, as if in a race to be the first to drop. The left one won and my eyes monitored its fall - watched it catch my swollen pink nipple.
What was I? Neither man nor woman. What had they done to me? How come I have let them? Just months ago I was a dynamic city trader, earning pots of money and with a bright future ahead of me in the Australian Bank. Now? My eyes turned to the image of my shrivelled penis, hardly an inch of puckered skin, and totally useless except for the one purpose. And the little flap that was the remains of my scrotum - what about that? More tears.
And there was no pubic hair which, at least, may have served to somewhat disguise my shame. So - they want to feminise me, but women have pubic hair too. Couldn't they have made that one small concession?
My eyes tracked back up to my moist left nipple. It was a month to the day since my visit to the clinic at 14 Suffolk Street. A month since the fat lady made those painful injections. She said I would grow breasts and she was right. My nipples had plumped up and turned pink - and were sore in the process. And they now topped two small but significant bumps - my new breasts in the making.
Of course, Ashley was loving the subtle changes to my physique. He couldn't resist sucking at my evolving nipples whilst knowing how tender they were. He was very gentle. I had to admit his sucking was starting to send a whole new set of pleasurable sensations through my body.
It made me impatient wanting him to fuck me for a start. Why that should that be I didn't rightly know. Usually my back would arch and my anus begin to tingle. A bit like when I had a prick that worked, and it would thrill at the prospect of some action. At least I had the comfort and release of anal sex with Ashley's dexterous prick.
My tears dried up and I turned away from the mirror. I was in that middle ground between male and she-male I supposed. I was not sure as to what to wear. Ashley had been quick to buy me a whole selection of frilly panties, and to make sure I wore them he had disposed of my boxers. I did protest but I did not mind really. Wearing pretty panties turns me on.
Ashley has me wearing a chemise or a nightdress in bed, but for outdoors I was still wearing my normal male gear. - apart from my panties and sometimes a strappy, silky vest. When the first month was up I had to keep that appointment at the clinic, 14 Suffolk Street. I had little choice in the matter.
There were two girls, women really, sitting nattering behind the reception desk as I entered; Raven and the big girl I had met that first morning. They both regarded me inquisitively. Raven had a dressing gown wrapped tightly round her body and black stockings or tights in view below. Granted, she had the legs for them. I guessed she was wearing that green Basque underneath, and was waiting for the arrival of a client due for the cellar treatment. I hoped he knew what he was getting himself into, unlike me. Or, on second thoughts, perhaps I didn't.
I did not want to tarry any longer than was necessary with those two Gorgons. "Upstairs? Same room?" I asked. I was given confirmation and up the stairs I scurried.
The fat lady seemed pleased to see me. "Hello Angel, you're right on time." She bustled me towards an examination couch. "Take off your clothes and climb up." I went through the motions of taking everything off except my vest and panties. "Oh, you have already learned a bit of feminine shyness," the fat lady laughed. "Come on, take off the vest."
I had no choice other than to obey. I sat on the edge of the couch whilst she examined closely my adolescent breasts. "They are doing nicely. Another month and we will slow their growth down. I can see how sore the nipples are, but that will ease eventually, once they reach full size and shape. Don't let any of your sexual partners near them until I say it's O.K. And I think it's about time you started wearing a brassiere."
I blushed a deep red - at least it felt like I was. "Is that necessary?" A stupid question.
"Yes," said the fat lady emphatically. "It will help protect your nipples and you'll need to be getting used to wearing one. Just sit tight there."
She bustled out of the room and re-appeared minutes later with a couple of bras dangling by their shoulder straps. She fed my hands through the straps of one of them and, pressing her bosom right into me, she reach round me in order to locate the fasteners. She was wearing a flowery perfume. I felt my little cock twitch and harden.
"There," she stood back and took me in with her eyes. "That's just the right size for now. You will grow into it more in the next few weeks. The other one is for you to take home with you. I expect your lover will want to buy you sexier versions soon enough."
"My istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) lover?" I said sort of mechanically.
"Come on darling, I've seen the state of your anus. You're getting well and truly fucked, I know." She laughed mischievously. "Have you always been gay dear?"
I said "no" before I had time to consider its ramifications.
"Oh, so it's all come as a bit of a shock to you then?"
"You could say that," I replied gruffly.
"How do you like sucking cock," she asked with mischief in her eyes.
"I could feel myself blushing yet again. "I.........."
"You enjoy it don't you? I can tell," she laughed. "I can recognise a cocksucker when I see one. Right, a couple more injections and we're done for today." She bustled over to the work bench and came back with a tray containing a set of syringes.
"What are they for?" I asked. I was wincing at being outed as a cocksucker and wanting to regain my footing, as it were.
"They're to help your transition, sweetheart. If you don't have them you'll be in trouble." she said flatly.
"Trouble?"
"Yes. You're now in the process. You have to see it through. Stop now and you'll end up deformed and you'll develop a whole series of pains and skin disorders as you get older. Believe me. I'm not joking."
She did look deadly serious. I decided to believe her and allowed her to inject both hips, my arse cheeks, my stomach and chest. At the end I felt very disquieted. "Now, are you going to tell me what all those are about?"
"I will now," she said with a smirk. "If I had done so before you would have refused to be co-operative." Her eyes danced. "The ones in your chest were to help keep your breasts growing. To your stomach will dissipate any fat and reduce your waist size. The others will make your body shape bigger and rounder. That's bottom and hips getting more pear shaped, more like a woman's. No point in half measures is there, honey?"
"Look," I said hotly. "Reverse it now. Give me an antidote. I didn't sign up for this, no way did I."
Completely unflustered, the fat lady looked me straight in the eye. "Now, don't be an arsehole sweetie. You're fucked and you know it. Get used to it cocksucker."
The work "cocksucker" sent an electric shock through me. And it was not at all unpleasant.
I knew straight away when Ashley came home he had been visiting one of the black boys in South London. I could smell him on him. Besides, Ashley was shuffling a little - a sign he had had a really big prick up his arse. I had learned very quickly not to be jealous of him being fucked by another man. He needed anal sex as much as I was becoming used to needing it too. And I could hardly oblige him could I?
He made me tell him all about my visit to Suffolk Street and was particularly interested in the injections I had been given. It was only then I realised that he had paid for them. It seemed that my extended conversion was at his behest. I started demurring but he cut me short. "Clean me up will you sweetheart."
I knew that was not a request but an order. I fell to my knees and shuffled over to where he was sitting. With his help I pulled his trousers down and off. Then, still on my knees, I inched up between his legs. His prick was already hardening inside his underpants as I nuzzled up to it. The fabric smelled of urine and stale spunk and was damp with both I supposed. I licked his cock through the cotton fabric and received the acidy taste I expected. A picture of the extent of my moral degradation flashed before my eyes. I sent it packing.
Using both hands Asley pushed his underpants down the couple of inches needed for his prick to pop out, already three-quarters hard. I attacked it with my mouth savagely. I tasted the arsehole of the black man, or black men, that Ashley had had fuck him that morning. Just the thought of it had my prick standing, hard as a pencil. The smell of urine, from his underpants, so close to my nose, fired my debauchment and I bobbed my head determinedly. He had probably ejaculated several times that morning and so I knew I needed determination to get him to that point again.
When he started moaning I knew I was getting there. I worked harder, slurping and whining. When he came there was not much to show for all my efforts, and the spunk that was to be my reward, rather oozed out of him than gushed. I swilled what there was round my mouth as some measure of compensation, then swallowed. Ashley patted me on the head as if I were his pet poodle. In a way, that was just what I was. I came away with my face smelling of shit, piss and semen mixed.
"I think you should dress as a woman all of the time," said Ashley, later that day. "I've been discussing your case with the people at Genderbenders. A girl called Yvonne. Do you know her?"
Aka Raven. Yes I most certainly did. I conveyed that to Ashley. without disclosing my sentiments. "I think it's a little early yet, darling," I pleaded.
"Yvonne doesn't istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) think so. You are having to wear a bra now after all. I'll get you an appointment with a woman's hairdressers in the morning and they can fashion your hair into an urchin cut. We'll get you some wigs too, of course. Is that O.K. with you?"
No, that was not O.K. with me but I did not want to upset him. I was hoping he would fuck me before the evening was out and I needed to get him in the mood. My arse was literally aching for attention. He had showered since I had sucked him off earlier and I fancied him just as much clean as I had soiled.
Just think, only a matter of months ago ago, sexually, I had been dead straight. Now look at me.
It was not to be. Ashley showered and went straight off to bed and was asleep before I could make my needs known to him. I dared not wake him. Perhaps he would wake up randy in the middle of the night and turn me over? Or give me an energetic morning fuck? He did neither. He left a note on the breakfast table saying he would be away for a couple of nights on business. The dozen kisses that followed those words did nothing to placate me, nor scratch my itch.
I was seriously frustrated by this time and more than a little angry at my lover. I did something I probably should not have done, by reverting to my gay dating site.
There was something satisfying to see the familiar web pages appear on the screen - almost as if it were an old friend.
Without any debate within myself I set about changing my profile. I described myself as a crossdresser addicted to cocksucking, and anal as a receiver only. I did not have to wait long before I had over a dozen replies. Most of them could not accommodate and so I had to write them off - I did not want to risk any slip-ups that might reveal my shenanigans to Ashley. One could not be too careful.
One respondent included a picture of a very big and very erect cock which I took to be his. I found myself almost slavering at the thought of sucking it mercilessly. I explored other invites, but I came back inexorably to this one big cock. I messaged him and waited, and waited. He answered shortly after lunchtime.
"Sorry, I work nights. Just got up. Want to meet?"
Want to? I was desperate to by then. Just my luck if he lived somewhere in the country, way away.
No. In the next Council area. Hardly two miles away apparently. A bit close for comfort as regards Ashley ever finding out, but I was up for throwing caution to the winds that day.
His address turned out to a humble terraced house in an area one would not happily explore at night. Somehow that added to the excitement as I picked myself through streets strewn with litter and with graffiti artists upstaging each other. The recessed front door was new and the front step had a hessian "Welcome" mat. I rang the bell, my hand slightly shaking. As I did a vision of myself active on the trading floor of the Australian bank flashed before me. It seemed to say, "Look what you've come down to, you poor cow."
Justin's profile said he was thirty-eight, but in the flesh he looked a lot younger. His jogger bottoms, white trainers and a T-shirt seemed to showcase his muscular body. Together they made him seem a very attractive proposition. "You're Madeline I take it?" were his opening words.
I nodded. I was using a nom de plume which was a pretty standard precaution for website members. He stood back and I walked in past him. "You haven't dressed then?" he commented somewhat reproachfully.
I couldn't have if I had wanted to. And I did want to. But I had only female underwear at that time. Ashley had not yet taken me out on the promised shopping expedition. "Only my undies, Justin," I said. "Only my underwear. Next time perhaps?"
"That sounds hopeful," he said. "So, lets get down to the underwear straight away." He guided me in to his sitting room and pointed to a big sofa. Without the slightest embarrassment, still standing, I kicked off my shoes, shed my trousers and the thick sweater that help hide the shape of my boobs.
When Justin saw my brassiere he let out a sigh and I reckon his prick woke up at that point. "Whoa," I said quick grasping the danger. "My boobs are still forming. You have to be VERY gentle with them. I'll let you lick and kiss them if you promise me......" I moved forward into his reach. His hands went behind my back intent on unhooking my bra. Mine went to his zip, and the growing bulge it promised. His lips got their reward first as he sucked my nipples, one by one, exceedingly gently. I could feel them change shape and harden as thrills shot across my chest and downwards.
These lovely sensations threatened to divert me in my endeavours to free his penis which was hardening by the second. But I remembered what I was about and feverishly tried to extract Justin's penis from out of his jockeys. I succeeded with an immediate urge to fall to my knees and get my lips round the travesti istanbul (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) head of the monster. The photograph he had posted on the website had not lied.
However, the man was too invested in my virgin breasts, and he resisted my attempts for me to sink downwards.
I fiddled with the top button of his jeans with success - they fell down round his ankles. I managed to push his underpants down so that his penis popped out and rubbed against my stomach. I wanted it so much I made a supreme effort to push the man far enough away so as I could use the power of gravity to help me sink to my knees. My reward was a face-off with that huge prick advertised so well on the contact website. I sunk my lips around it determined not to be deprived of my prize.
I put my had under his huge ball sac - it was packed full of sperm. I knew that first hand. I kecked as his penis tickled the back of my throat and I made a supreme effort to deep throat him. I had watched more than enough erotic movies to know what that was all about. But I could not manage it like the porn stars could. With more practise perhaps?
I was more than happy and willing for him to fill my mouth with his hot sperm, but really I wanted him to fuck my arse. I could tell he was in no mood to listen or even care what my needs were. And so I capitulated and he filled my mouth full of his spunk. Or would have had not I made a pretty good job of swallowing before being overwhelmed by the quantity and intensity. Mmmmm, the taste was yummy. I had visions of pouring spunk on my cornflakes.
We slept as we were then, my face just inches from his wizened penis. Lucky I woke first, I stealthily disentangled and positioned myself over his body. When I then jogged him awake he found his mouth directly under my male cunt - a better name for my arsehole. He took the bait and soon started licking. He was on his back and me on top of him. All i needed was to slip down so my mouth was kissing his and my anus was in a strategic position just above his prick. Thankfully he did what was expected of him and with a small juggle his penis was jammed up against my sphincter.
That muscle in my body had long since given the up any ideas of protecting my arsehole from entry by foreign bodies, and even appeared to welcome the arrival of the latest intruder. Justin and I seemed to act in unison; a small push from him and a little squeeze downwards from me - and he was inside. What heaven at last. I was so ready for this. And I was in no hurry - not at first anyway.
Slowly, him and me, two people with one mind, we see-sawed gently. The intrusion was exquisite. I seemed to feel every blood laden vein on his cock, and I squeezed the whole of my arse cheeks together to heighten the sensations for both of us. We did not think to kiss, French or otherwise, such was our concentration. I could not blame him when I felt his body tighten and the sensation of his semen flooding what space was left. I remember it being hot and then, he must have triggered off my prostate, I experience an almighty orgasm. My very first anal orgasm.
We lay in each other's arms after that, just like a pair of lovers. I don't think we exchange more than twenty words in the whole time I was there, but Justin had set the bar high. What was more, he had rather put Ashley somewhat in the shade.
I was a little disappointed afterwards that Justin would not commit to another date. I couldn't understand why. He said he would catch me on the dating website. I should keep a look-out to see when he was available. As I left his house there were a couple of women gossiping in a doorway. They gave me knowing looks as I slipped by. It was almost as they could see or smell Justin's cum dripping down my inner thighs.
Ashley was supposedly away for the next day and night but he surprised me by walking in unannounced at teatime a day early. My guilty conscience left me wondering if he were trying to catch me out. He had that sort of air about him and he kept it up for an hour or so.
"You didn't seem over-pleased to see me darling," he said, looking me straight in the eyes, when I challenged him about being offhand with me..
"Oh," I denied. "I kissed and hugged you and gave your prick a sexy squeeze," I tried to assure him.
"Yes, but when I left you were desperate that I fucked you. You were gaging for it. But now you seem - not too bothered."
"I am always keen for you to fuck me," I said. "You should know that." I was starting to get a little uneasy. I had a right to be as it turned out.
"Justin tells me you are an extraordinary good fuck."
What a bombshell that was. How the fuck did Ashley get to know? The solid ground I had been treading on seemed to turn to liquid and I was starting to drown. I could feel myself sinking down deeper and deeper. The water was up to my chin when I thought. "Hell no, what's good for him is good for me too."
"Oh, it's alright for you to go out and get fucked by the black boys, and them not the only ones, and I can't have a sex life of my own, Ashley. What is good for you is surely good for me too. And if you can't live with that you can fuck right off out of here. The fact I was in HIS flat was by-the-by. It was the underlying message that mattered.
What was I? Neither man nor woman. What had they done to me? How come I have let them? Just months ago I was a dynamic city trader, earning pots of money and with a bright future ahead of me in the Australian Bank. Now? My eyes turned to the image of my shrivelled penis, hardly an inch of puckered skin, and totally useless except for the one purpose. And the little flap that was the remains of my scrotum - what about that? More tears.
And there was no pubic hair which, at least, may have served to somewhat disguise my shame. So - they want to feminise me, but women have pubic hair too. Couldn't they have made that one small concession?
My eyes tracked back up to my moist left nipple. It was a month to the day since my visit to the clinic at 14 Suffolk Street. A month since the fat lady made those painful injections. She said I would grow breasts and she was right. My nipples had plumped up and turned pink - and were sore in the process. And they now topped two small but significant bumps - my new breasts in the making.
Of course, Ashley was loving the subtle changes to my physique. He couldn't resist sucking at my evolving nipples whilst knowing how tender they were. He was very gentle. I had to admit his sucking was starting to send a whole new set of pleasurable sensations through my body.
It made me impatient wanting him to fuck me for a start. Why that should that be I didn't rightly know. Usually my back would arch and my anus begin to tingle. A bit like when I had a prick that worked, and it would thrill at the prospect of some action. At least I had the comfort and release of anal sex with Ashley's dexterous prick.
My tears dried up and I turned away from the mirror. I was in that middle ground between male and she-male I supposed. I was not sure as to what to wear. Ashley had been quick to buy me a whole selection of frilly panties, and to make sure I wore them he had disposed of my boxers. I did protest but I did not mind really. Wearing pretty panties turns me on.
Ashley has me wearing a chemise or a nightdress in bed, but for outdoors I was still wearing my normal male gear. - apart from my panties and sometimes a strappy, silky vest. When the first month was up I had to keep that appointment at the clinic, 14 Suffolk Street. I had little choice in the matter.
There were two girls, women really, sitting nattering behind the reception desk as I entered; Raven and the big girl I had met that first morning. They both regarded me inquisitively. Raven had a dressing gown wrapped tightly round her body and black stockings or tights in view below. Granted, she had the legs for them. I guessed she was wearing that green Basque underneath, and was waiting for the arrival of a client due for the cellar treatment. I hoped he knew what he was getting himself into, unlike me. Or, on second thoughts, perhaps I didn't.
I did not want to tarry any longer than was necessary with those two Gorgons. "Upstairs? Same room?" I asked. I was given confirmation and up the stairs I scurried.
The fat lady seemed pleased to see me. "Hello Angel, you're right on time." She bustled me towards an examination couch. "Take off your clothes and climb up." I went through the motions of taking everything off except my vest and panties. "Oh, you have already learned a bit of feminine shyness," the fat lady laughed. "Come on, take off the vest."
I had no choice other than to obey. I sat on the edge of the couch whilst she examined closely my adolescent breasts. "They are doing nicely. Another month and we will slow their growth down. I can see how sore the nipples are, but that will ease eventually, once they reach full size and shape. Don't let any of your sexual partners near them until I say it's O.K. And I think it's about time you started wearing a brassiere."
I blushed a deep red - at least it felt like I was. "Is that necessary?" A stupid question.
"Yes," said the fat lady emphatically. "It will help protect your nipples and you'll need to be getting used to wearing one. Just sit tight there."
She bustled out of the room and re-appeared minutes later with a couple of bras dangling by their shoulder straps. She fed my hands through the straps of one of them and, pressing her bosom right into me, she reach round me in order to locate the fasteners. She was wearing a flowery perfume. I felt my little cock twitch and harden.
"There," she stood back and took me in with her eyes. "That's just the right size for now. You will grow into it more in the next few weeks. The other one is for you to take home with you. I expect your lover will want to buy you sexier versions soon enough."
"My istanbul travesti (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) lover?" I said sort of mechanically.
"Come on darling, I've seen the state of your anus. You're getting well and truly fucked, I know." She laughed mischievously. "Have you always been gay dear?"
I said "no" before I had time to consider its ramifications.
"Oh, so it's all come as a bit of a shock to you then?"
"You could say that," I replied gruffly.
"How do you like sucking cock," she asked with mischief in her eyes.
"I could feel myself blushing yet again. "I.........."
"You enjoy it don't you? I can tell," she laughed. "I can recognise a cocksucker when I see one. Right, a couple more injections and we're done for today." She bustled over to the work bench and came back with a tray containing a set of syringes.
"What are they for?" I asked. I was wincing at being outed as a cocksucker and wanting to regain my footing, as it were.
"They're to help your transition, sweetheart. If you don't have them you'll be in trouble." she said flatly.
"Trouble?"
"Yes. You're now in the process. You have to see it through. Stop now and you'll end up deformed and you'll develop a whole series of pains and skin disorders as you get older. Believe me. I'm not joking."
She did look deadly serious. I decided to believe her and allowed her to inject both hips, my arse cheeks, my stomach and chest. At the end I felt very disquieted. "Now, are you going to tell me what all those are about?"
"I will now," she said with a smirk. "If I had done so before you would have refused to be co-operative." Her eyes danced. "The ones in your chest were to help keep your breasts growing. To your stomach will dissipate any fat and reduce your waist size. The others will make your body shape bigger and rounder. That's bottom and hips getting more pear shaped, more like a woman's. No point in half measures is there, honey?"
"Look," I said hotly. "Reverse it now. Give me an antidote. I didn't sign up for this, no way did I."
Completely unflustered, the fat lady looked me straight in the eye. "Now, don't be an arsehole sweetie. You're fucked and you know it. Get used to it cocksucker."
The work "cocksucker" sent an electric shock through me. And it was not at all unpleasant.
I knew straight away when Ashley came home he had been visiting one of the black boys in South London. I could smell him on him. Besides, Ashley was shuffling a little - a sign he had had a really big prick up his arse. I had learned very quickly not to be jealous of him being fucked by another man. He needed anal sex as much as I was becoming used to needing it too. And I could hardly oblige him could I?
He made me tell him all about my visit to Suffolk Street and was particularly interested in the injections I had been given. It was only then I realised that he had paid for them. It seemed that my extended conversion was at his behest. I started demurring but he cut me short. "Clean me up will you sweetheart."
I knew that was not a request but an order. I fell to my knees and shuffled over to where he was sitting. With his help I pulled his trousers down and off. Then, still on my knees, I inched up between his legs. His prick was already hardening inside his underpants as I nuzzled up to it. The fabric smelled of urine and stale spunk and was damp with both I supposed. I licked his cock through the cotton fabric and received the acidy taste I expected. A picture of the extent of my moral degradation flashed before my eyes. I sent it packing.
Using both hands Asley pushed his underpants down the couple of inches needed for his prick to pop out, already three-quarters hard. I attacked it with my mouth savagely. I tasted the arsehole of the black man, or black men, that Ashley had had fuck him that morning. Just the thought of it had my prick standing, hard as a pencil. The smell of urine, from his underpants, so close to my nose, fired my debauchment and I bobbed my head determinedly. He had probably ejaculated several times that morning and so I knew I needed determination to get him to that point again.
When he started moaning I knew I was getting there. I worked harder, slurping and whining. When he came there was not much to show for all my efforts, and the spunk that was to be my reward, rather oozed out of him than gushed. I swilled what there was round my mouth as some measure of compensation, then swallowed. Ashley patted me on the head as if I were his pet poodle. In a way, that was just what I was. I came away with my face smelling of shit, piss and semen mixed.
"I think you should dress as a woman all of the time," said Ashley, later that day. "I've been discussing your case with the people at Genderbenders. A girl called Yvonne. Do you know her?"
Aka Raven. Yes I most certainly did. I conveyed that to Ashley. without disclosing my sentiments. "I think it's a little early yet, darling," I pleaded.
"Yvonne doesn't istanbul travestileri (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) think so. You are having to wear a bra now after all. I'll get you an appointment with a woman's hairdressers in the morning and they can fashion your hair into an urchin cut. We'll get you some wigs too, of course. Is that O.K. with you?"
No, that was not O.K. with me but I did not want to upset him. I was hoping he would fuck me before the evening was out and I needed to get him in the mood. My arse was literally aching for attention. He had showered since I had sucked him off earlier and I fancied him just as much clean as I had soiled.
Just think, only a matter of months ago ago, sexually, I had been dead straight. Now look at me.
It was not to be. Ashley showered and went straight off to bed and was asleep before I could make my needs known to him. I dared not wake him. Perhaps he would wake up randy in the middle of the night and turn me over? Or give me an energetic morning fuck? He did neither. He left a note on the breakfast table saying he would be away for a couple of nights on business. The dozen kisses that followed those words did nothing to placate me, nor scratch my itch.
I was seriously frustrated by this time and more than a little angry at my lover. I did something I probably should not have done, by reverting to my gay dating site.
There was something satisfying to see the familiar web pages appear on the screen - almost as if it were an old friend.
Without any debate within myself I set about changing my profile. I described myself as a crossdresser addicted to cocksucking, and anal as a receiver only. I did not have to wait long before I had over a dozen replies. Most of them could not accommodate and so I had to write them off - I did not want to risk any slip-ups that might reveal my shenanigans to Ashley. One could not be too careful.
One respondent included a picture of a very big and very erect cock which I took to be his. I found myself almost slavering at the thought of sucking it mercilessly. I explored other invites, but I came back inexorably to this one big cock. I messaged him and waited, and waited. He answered shortly after lunchtime.
"Sorry, I work nights. Just got up. Want to meet?"
Want to? I was desperate to by then. Just my luck if he lived somewhere in the country, way away.
No. In the next Council area. Hardly two miles away apparently. A bit close for comfort as regards Ashley ever finding out, but I was up for throwing caution to the winds that day.
His address turned out to a humble terraced house in an area one would not happily explore at night. Somehow that added to the excitement as I picked myself through streets strewn with litter and with graffiti artists upstaging each other. The recessed front door was new and the front step had a hessian "Welcome" mat. I rang the bell, my hand slightly shaking. As I did a vision of myself active on the trading floor of the Australian bank flashed before me. It seemed to say, "Look what you've come down to, you poor cow."
Justin's profile said he was thirty-eight, but in the flesh he looked a lot younger. His jogger bottoms, white trainers and a T-shirt seemed to showcase his muscular body. Together they made him seem a very attractive proposition. "You're Madeline I take it?" were his opening words.
I nodded. I was using a nom de plume which was a pretty standard precaution for website members. He stood back and I walked in past him. "You haven't dressed then?" he commented somewhat reproachfully.
I couldn't have if I had wanted to. And I did want to. But I had only female underwear at that time. Ashley had not yet taken me out on the promised shopping expedition. "Only my undies, Justin," I said. "Only my underwear. Next time perhaps?"
"That sounds hopeful," he said. "So, lets get down to the underwear straight away." He guided me in to his sitting room and pointed to a big sofa. Without the slightest embarrassment, still standing, I kicked off my shoes, shed my trousers and the thick sweater that help hide the shape of my boobs.
When Justin saw my brassiere he let out a sigh and I reckon his prick woke up at that point. "Whoa," I said quick grasping the danger. "My boobs are still forming. You have to be VERY gentle with them. I'll let you lick and kiss them if you promise me......" I moved forward into his reach. His hands went behind my back intent on unhooking my bra. Mine went to his zip, and the growing bulge it promised. His lips got their reward first as he sucked my nipples, one by one, exceedingly gently. I could feel them change shape and harden as thrills shot across my chest and downwards.
These lovely sensations threatened to divert me in my endeavours to free his penis which was hardening by the second. But I remembered what I was about and feverishly tried to extract Justin's penis from out of his jockeys. I succeeded with an immediate urge to fall to my knees and get my lips round the travesti istanbul (https://www.istanbulbilgileri.com) head of the monster. The photograph he had posted on the website had not lied.
However, the man was too invested in my virgin breasts, and he resisted my attempts for me to sink downwards.
I fiddled with the top button of his jeans with success - they fell down round his ankles. I managed to push his underpants down so that his penis popped out and rubbed against my stomach. I wanted it so much I made a supreme effort to push the man far enough away so as I could use the power of gravity to help me sink to my knees. My reward was a face-off with that huge prick advertised so well on the contact website. I sunk my lips around it determined not to be deprived of my prize.
I put my had under his huge ball sac - it was packed full of sperm. I knew that first hand. I kecked as his penis tickled the back of my throat and I made a supreme effort to deep throat him. I had watched more than enough erotic movies to know what that was all about. But I could not manage it like the porn stars could. With more practise perhaps?
I was more than happy and willing for him to fill my mouth with his hot sperm, but really I wanted him to fuck my arse. I could tell he was in no mood to listen or even care what my needs were. And so I capitulated and he filled my mouth full of his spunk. Or would have had not I made a pretty good job of swallowing before being overwhelmed by the quantity and intensity. Mmmmm, the taste was yummy. I had visions of pouring spunk on my cornflakes.
We slept as we were then, my face just inches from his wizened penis. Lucky I woke first, I stealthily disentangled and positioned myself over his body. When I then jogged him awake he found his mouth directly under my male cunt - a better name for my arsehole. He took the bait and soon started licking. He was on his back and me on top of him. All i needed was to slip down so my mouth was kissing his and my anus was in a strategic position just above his prick. Thankfully he did what was expected of him and with a small juggle his penis was jammed up against my sphincter.
That muscle in my body had long since given the up any ideas of protecting my arsehole from entry by foreign bodies, and even appeared to welcome the arrival of the latest intruder. Justin and I seemed to act in unison; a small push from him and a little squeeze downwards from me - and he was inside. What heaven at last. I was so ready for this. And I was in no hurry - not at first anyway.
Slowly, him and me, two people with one mind, we see-sawed gently. The intrusion was exquisite. I seemed to feel every blood laden vein on his cock, and I squeezed the whole of my arse cheeks together to heighten the sensations for both of us. We did not think to kiss, French or otherwise, such was our concentration. I could not blame him when I felt his body tighten and the sensation of his semen flooding what space was left. I remember it being hot and then, he must have triggered off my prostate, I experience an almighty orgasm. My very first anal orgasm.
We lay in each other's arms after that, just like a pair of lovers. I don't think we exchange more than twenty words in the whole time I was there, but Justin had set the bar high. What was more, he had rather put Ashley somewhat in the shade.
I was a little disappointed afterwards that Justin would not commit to another date. I couldn't understand why. He said he would catch me on the dating website. I should keep a look-out to see when he was available. As I left his house there were a couple of women gossiping in a doorway. They gave me knowing looks as I slipped by. It was almost as they could see or smell Justin's cum dripping down my inner thighs.
Ashley was supposedly away for the next day and night but he surprised me by walking in unannounced at teatime a day early. My guilty conscience left me wondering if he were trying to catch me out. He had that sort of air about him and he kept it up for an hour or so.
"You didn't seem over-pleased to see me darling," he said, looking me straight in the eyes, when I challenged him about being offhand with me..
"Oh," I denied. "I kissed and hugged you and gave your prick a sexy squeeze," I tried to assure him.
"Yes, but when I left you were desperate that I fucked you. You were gaging for it. But now you seem - not too bothered."
"I am always keen for you to fuck me," I said. "You should know that." I was starting to get a little uneasy. I had a right to be as it turned out.
"Justin tells me you are an extraordinary good fuck."
What a bombshell that was. How the fuck did Ashley get to know? The solid ground I had been treading on seemed to turn to liquid and I was starting to drown. I could feel myself sinking down deeper and deeper. The water was up to my chin when I thought. "Hell no, what's good for him is good for me too."
"Oh, it's alright for you to go out and get fucked by the black boys, and them not the only ones, and I can't have a sex life of my own, Ashley. What is good for you is surely good for me too. And if you can't live with that you can fuck right off out of here. The fact I was in HIS flat was by-the-by. It was the underlying message that mattered.