20-10-2019, 02:49 PM
Kishor to his friends,” do you have ever kinky ones, risky ones.”
One of his friends said:
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A lunchtime call; I was to leave my parlour immediately. Once home I would find everything
laid out on the bed: nightie, bralette, cotton panties, hold-ups, lipstick, silver choker and...a
blindfold?
When I was ready I rang her as ordered, covered my eyes and began to toy with my nipples in
anticipation of what was to come. My little clitty jumped inside my panties when, a minute later,
the front door opened.
My mind suddenly went into overdrive: was this part of her plan or had I, in my excitement,
forgotten to lock the door? It could be anyone! I was afraid to call out because I didn't want to be
caught like this either by a stranger or, worse still, a neighbour! I heard the heavy tread of feet on
the stairs and my heart began to race.
Being blind, I focused all of my other senses on the sound of those footsteps - they didn't sound
like my wife's! What should I do? Break Character? Pull off my blindfold and run to lock the
bedroom door?
It was too late! The intruder was at the top of the stairs, there was no time and now I couldn't
even remember if I'd closed the bedroom door! My breath came in huge gulps, my heart
pounded; whoever it was could be looking straight at me - there was nothing I could do!
Fear, anxiety and excitement resulted in a total bodily shut-down. I may as well have been tied to
the bed, unable to move anything but my head which stared blindly towards the unknown person
in the corridor, directly outside my bedroom door. I cursed silently when I heard the door handle
turn, realising that I had shut it earlier, and then the door swung open and I was revealed in all
my feminised glory.
I shook with indecision as it seemed the utter silence lasted forever. There was no more
movement: I was being watched from the doorway. I wanted desperately to tear off the blindfold,
to know exactly what was going on but I restrained myself; whoever was standing there
watching me now knew my most precious secret, there was nothing I could do to change that. I
was helpless.
And in accepting I could do nothing I began to relax: my breathing slowed, my heart-rate
slowed, I removed my arms from the protective positions they had taken up and placed them at
my sides and turned to face forward. I was calm. Almost immediately I heard the sound of my
intruder removing their footwear. The thick carpet would now mask the sound of anyone
approaching the bed!
In a way the removal of those shoes settled any nerves I was feeling: no matter whether it was
my wife or a neighbour it was clear that they were going to take full advantage of this
opportunity for no recriminations sexual release and, in a very pragmatic moment, while I waited
for their next move, I decided I would suck a cock if one were presented to my mouth, given that
I'd had lots of practice on my wife's strap-on and it was likely that, if it were a man in my room,
he was sent by my wife and therefore any refusal would get back to her.
I started back into the present as a cotton-gloved hand stroked my stockinged thigh. I couldn't be
sure but I thought the glove was female in size. I shivered as hands pushed at me, encouraging
me up onto my hands and knees, forcing my legs apart spanking my ass, reaching around to
pinch my clitty, rolling my nipples between fingers, pulling my cotton panties aside to poke
forcefully between my cheeks eliciting a grunt of surprised pleasure. But from everything I was
receiving there was still nothing familiar in the roughness of my treatment to indicate for sure
that this was my wife or even, apart from the size of the hands, that it was a woman.
My bottom was suddenly exposed as my panties were pulled roughly down to my stocking tops
and a moment later I cried out in surprise as the gloved hand landed a smarting blow against my
right ass cheek! I knew better than to give voice to my pain after that first smack and I was pretty
sure now that my "intruder" was, in fact, female and likely my wife because the person, spanking
me so thoroughly, was obviously left-handed and the impact was comparable to past
punishments.
That knowledge gave me a certain licence to enjoy myself and, to be honest, I began to act like
the slutty little sissy I am. I thrust my bottom back, into her blows, moaning and wriggling at
each connection. I dropped onto my elbows, opened my legs further and pressed upwards to give
her total access stretching my panties across my thighs and catching the head of my clitty under
the waistband.
She took full advantage of my invitation and my inner thighs were soon burning as red as my
bottom cheeks before she finished, reached beneath me and squeezed my balls just hard enough
to bring a tear to my eyes beneath the blindfold. And then those gloved fingers were back at my
pussy, this time covered in cold lube, pressing insistently inwards, thoroughly coating my
insides, three fingers opening me up...making me ready!
She grabbed my ponytail and roughly dragged me sideways to where my fingertips curled over
the edge of the mattress. A finger pressed insistently against my lower lip and as I opened my
mouth it was instantly replaced by the head of, what felt like, the thickest cock I'd ever sucked.
Now there was no subtlety in her actions. At the same moment as her hips bucked, sliding her
girlcock into my mouth, she yanked my ponytail forward, forcing it deep enough to trigger my
gag-reflex. She held me there as my mouth produced streams of saliva to counteract the extreme
discomfort of being restrained at the point of vomiting and, when she was satisfied, began to
fuck my mouth relentlessly.
This was not the wife who toyed gently with her sissy in our most intimate moments; it was not
the person whose pussy throbbed under my fingers as she unfavourably compared my clitty to
every other cock she'd ever fucked, or wanted to fuck; nor was this the woman whose
punishments were always tinged with an undeniably erotic flavour: this person was unknown to
me. To this person I was a piece of meat, a slave to her baser inclinations, a vessel for her cock.
Even as I slobbered hungrily over the thick meat filling my mouth I couldn't help but shiver at
the thought of accommodating it in my tight pussy. That fear hadn't communicated itself to my
little clitty though which bounced excitedly between my tummy and panties as the strap-on
continued to bury itself in my throat. Just when I began to feel I couldn't take any more she
dragged my head from her cock using my hair, pushed my shoulders flat on the bed and ran her
hand along my back before burying her fingers in my boipussy once again.
Again I felt her apply what seemed like vast quantities of lube as she probed deep within me and
then the head of that monster cock popped past my sphincter to my accompanying grunt of
surprise. As with my mouth, she didn't wait; didn't allow me prepare, simply buried her cock
inside me. I felt her balls hit my perenium even as I found myself pinned to the bed moaning at
the pain of her invasion.
Now she rested, giving my body a few precious moments to adjust, pushing my bottom cheeks
further apart as she reached to grip my hips tightly. The monster began its slow retreat but I
knew what was coming and arched my back and spread my knees as wide as I could before
whispering over and over again, into the silence, the words I knew she longed to hear: "Please
fuck your sissy, Please fuck me, Please..."
She was merciless. I was invaded again and again in long, slow strokes that overwhelmed my
remaining senses, that consumed every facet of my higher functions. I was reduced to a grunting,
moaning, beta animal crouched abjectly before my alpha in confirmation of my lesser status. I
had, very vocally, ejected all of my pleasure long before that monster, finally satisfied, withdrew,
drawing a gasp of relief from my parched mouth and leaving me gaping, stiff and aching from
maintaining my servile position for such an extended period of time.
But, she wasn't finished yet. Dragged by my ponytail which she had kept hold of all through my
erotic torment, she emitted her first sound since entering the house, a yell of delight as strings of
viscous liquid splashed across my face and hair: she had bought a squirting strap-on that was
liberally covering my face with, what felt like, cum.
Once she had emptied her cock all over my face she released my hair and, with a groan I eased
myself into a position lying prone on the bed. I was spent. My ravaged body ached all over, my
hard little clitty lay in the pool of cum I had deposited and I felt as if I hadn't slept in a week. I
was too tired to even pull up my panties.
I was sure I looked a mess: a face covered in cum, my nightie rucked around my tummy, panties
halfway down my thighs and I could feel that one of my stockings had fallen around my calf.
I felt her climb on top of me, her cock pressing between my bottom cheeks as her mouth came
into contact with my right ear, and whispered: "Stay right there until your wife gets home; I want
her to see what a nasty little slut she married!" and with those words she climbed off me, I heard
the strap-on hit the floor, the sounds of her dressing, walking down the stairs and out the door
which, thankfully, clicked shut behind her!
One of his friends said:
*****************************************
A lunchtime call; I was to leave my parlour immediately. Once home I would find everything
laid out on the bed: nightie, bralette, cotton panties, hold-ups, lipstick, silver choker and...a
blindfold?
When I was ready I rang her as ordered, covered my eyes and began to toy with my nipples in
anticipation of what was to come. My little clitty jumped inside my panties when, a minute later,
the front door opened.
My mind suddenly went into overdrive: was this part of her plan or had I, in my excitement,
forgotten to lock the door? It could be anyone! I was afraid to call out because I didn't want to be
caught like this either by a stranger or, worse still, a neighbour! I heard the heavy tread of feet on
the stairs and my heart began to race.
Being blind, I focused all of my other senses on the sound of those footsteps - they didn't sound
like my wife's! What should I do? Break Character? Pull off my blindfold and run to lock the
bedroom door?
It was too late! The intruder was at the top of the stairs, there was no time and now I couldn't
even remember if I'd closed the bedroom door! My breath came in huge gulps, my heart
pounded; whoever it was could be looking straight at me - there was nothing I could do!
Fear, anxiety and excitement resulted in a total bodily shut-down. I may as well have been tied to
the bed, unable to move anything but my head which stared blindly towards the unknown person
in the corridor, directly outside my bedroom door. I cursed silently when I heard the door handle
turn, realising that I had shut it earlier, and then the door swung open and I was revealed in all
my feminised glory.
I shook with indecision as it seemed the utter silence lasted forever. There was no more
movement: I was being watched from the doorway. I wanted desperately to tear off the blindfold,
to know exactly what was going on but I restrained myself; whoever was standing there
watching me now knew my most precious secret, there was nothing I could do to change that. I
was helpless.
And in accepting I could do nothing I began to relax: my breathing slowed, my heart-rate
slowed, I removed my arms from the protective positions they had taken up and placed them at
my sides and turned to face forward. I was calm. Almost immediately I heard the sound of my
intruder removing their footwear. The thick carpet would now mask the sound of anyone
approaching the bed!
In a way the removal of those shoes settled any nerves I was feeling: no matter whether it was
my wife or a neighbour it was clear that they were going to take full advantage of this
opportunity for no recriminations sexual release and, in a very pragmatic moment, while I waited
for their next move, I decided I would suck a cock if one were presented to my mouth, given that
I'd had lots of practice on my wife's strap-on and it was likely that, if it were a man in my room,
he was sent by my wife and therefore any refusal would get back to her.
I started back into the present as a cotton-gloved hand stroked my stockinged thigh. I couldn't be
sure but I thought the glove was female in size. I shivered as hands pushed at me, encouraging
me up onto my hands and knees, forcing my legs apart spanking my ass, reaching around to
pinch my clitty, rolling my nipples between fingers, pulling my cotton panties aside to poke
forcefully between my cheeks eliciting a grunt of surprised pleasure. But from everything I was
receiving there was still nothing familiar in the roughness of my treatment to indicate for sure
that this was my wife or even, apart from the size of the hands, that it was a woman.
My bottom was suddenly exposed as my panties were pulled roughly down to my stocking tops
and a moment later I cried out in surprise as the gloved hand landed a smarting blow against my
right ass cheek! I knew better than to give voice to my pain after that first smack and I was pretty
sure now that my "intruder" was, in fact, female and likely my wife because the person, spanking
me so thoroughly, was obviously left-handed and the impact was comparable to past
punishments.
That knowledge gave me a certain licence to enjoy myself and, to be honest, I began to act like
the slutty little sissy I am. I thrust my bottom back, into her blows, moaning and wriggling at
each connection. I dropped onto my elbows, opened my legs further and pressed upwards to give
her total access stretching my panties across my thighs and catching the head of my clitty under
the waistband.
She took full advantage of my invitation and my inner thighs were soon burning as red as my
bottom cheeks before she finished, reached beneath me and squeezed my balls just hard enough
to bring a tear to my eyes beneath the blindfold. And then those gloved fingers were back at my
pussy, this time covered in cold lube, pressing insistently inwards, thoroughly coating my
insides, three fingers opening me up...making me ready!
She grabbed my ponytail and roughly dragged me sideways to where my fingertips curled over
the edge of the mattress. A finger pressed insistently against my lower lip and as I opened my
mouth it was instantly replaced by the head of, what felt like, the thickest cock I'd ever sucked.
Now there was no subtlety in her actions. At the same moment as her hips bucked, sliding her
girlcock into my mouth, she yanked my ponytail forward, forcing it deep enough to trigger my
gag-reflex. She held me there as my mouth produced streams of saliva to counteract the extreme
discomfort of being restrained at the point of vomiting and, when she was satisfied, began to
fuck my mouth relentlessly.
This was not the wife who toyed gently with her sissy in our most intimate moments; it was not
the person whose pussy throbbed under my fingers as she unfavourably compared my clitty to
every other cock she'd ever fucked, or wanted to fuck; nor was this the woman whose
punishments were always tinged with an undeniably erotic flavour: this person was unknown to
me. To this person I was a piece of meat, a slave to her baser inclinations, a vessel for her cock.
Even as I slobbered hungrily over the thick meat filling my mouth I couldn't help but shiver at
the thought of accommodating it in my tight pussy. That fear hadn't communicated itself to my
little clitty though which bounced excitedly between my tummy and panties as the strap-on
continued to bury itself in my throat. Just when I began to feel I couldn't take any more she
dragged my head from her cock using my hair, pushed my shoulders flat on the bed and ran her
hand along my back before burying her fingers in my boipussy once again.
Again I felt her apply what seemed like vast quantities of lube as she probed deep within me and
then the head of that monster cock popped past my sphincter to my accompanying grunt of
surprise. As with my mouth, she didn't wait; didn't allow me prepare, simply buried her cock
inside me. I felt her balls hit my perenium even as I found myself pinned to the bed moaning at
the pain of her invasion.
Now she rested, giving my body a few precious moments to adjust, pushing my bottom cheeks
further apart as she reached to grip my hips tightly. The monster began its slow retreat but I
knew what was coming and arched my back and spread my knees as wide as I could before
whispering over and over again, into the silence, the words I knew she longed to hear: "Please
fuck your sissy, Please fuck me, Please..."
She was merciless. I was invaded again and again in long, slow strokes that overwhelmed my
remaining senses, that consumed every facet of my higher functions. I was reduced to a grunting,
moaning, beta animal crouched abjectly before my alpha in confirmation of my lesser status. I
had, very vocally, ejected all of my pleasure long before that monster, finally satisfied, withdrew,
drawing a gasp of relief from my parched mouth and leaving me gaping, stiff and aching from
maintaining my servile position for such an extended period of time.
But, she wasn't finished yet. Dragged by my ponytail which she had kept hold of all through my
erotic torment, she emitted her first sound since entering the house, a yell of delight as strings of
viscous liquid splashed across my face and hair: she had bought a squirting strap-on that was
liberally covering my face with, what felt like, cum.
Once she had emptied her cock all over my face she released my hair and, with a groan I eased
myself into a position lying prone on the bed. I was spent. My ravaged body ached all over, my
hard little clitty lay in the pool of cum I had deposited and I felt as if I hadn't slept in a week. I
was too tired to even pull up my panties.
I was sure I looked a mess: a face covered in cum, my nightie rucked around my tummy, panties
halfway down my thighs and I could feel that one of my stockings had fallen around my calf.
I felt her climb on top of me, her cock pressing between my bottom cheeks as her mouth came
into contact with my right ear, and whispered: "Stay right there until your wife gets home; I want
her to see what a nasty little slut she married!" and with those words she climbed off me, I heard
the strap-on hit the floor, the sounds of her dressing, walking down the stairs and out the door
which, thankfully, clicked shut behind her!
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