Craving It All: The Craving Series

by Cherry Folkes

  Candy met him and led the way into the make-up studio.

  Parker looked even more apprehensive as Candy explained what was about to happen. Parker had probably never had make-up applied to his face in his life. He most certainly had never come across anyone like Candy before. I should explain. Before transition Candy had been a very skilled football player. At 6 feet 4 inches he had been a formidable opponent on the field. She was now far more comfortable in her body, but as a woman she wasn’t about to win any beauty competitions.

  I was really enjoying watching from my covert position.

  “Evelynn has told me a lot about you Parker,” Candy boomed in her deep and rather husky voice. “I know you need to be unrecognisable when you leave but I am going to create the magic with minimal make-up.”

  “No problem.”

  “This is silicon that I am going to apply to change the shape of your eyes. Then we will just reshape some of your contours along your cheeks using some highlighting and shading.” Candy suddenly pushed Parkers knees apart and moved in closer. Her ample thighs spread Parkers legs and her low cut top gave him a good view of her breasts as they bulged forward.”

  I had to cover my mouth to prevent the laugh that was building in my chest from bursting out.

  “I must say it seems a shame to be changing your beautiful face.” Candy stroked a line across his cheek and along his jaw line. She was testing him well and Parker was passing the test with flying colours and was even beginning to flirt back.

  All too soon my amusement was over. Candy was showing Parker the results in a mirror. She had worked wonders. He looked completely natural but would never have been recognised as the eligible billionaire that had run into the building less than an hour earlier.

  Time for his next instruction. I took my phone from my bag and typed another message.

  “You are to make your way to the river. There is a tour boat that leaves the public jetty on the hour. You have forty minutes to catch the next boat. You are to use the subway system.”

  Parker left the studio so quickly that I had to run to keep up with him.

  Now it was time to get him aroused. If everything went to plan Parker was going to be kept sexually aroused for a number of hours. Just how long would he be able to maintain control and how much frustration and sexual tension would he be able to take.

  He bought a subway ticket and moved to the platform, looking anxiously at his watch as he waited for the next train. His anxiety made it easy for me to keep close without him noticing me.

  Rush hour was nearly over but the trains were still fairly full.

  Parker stepped onto the train and managed to move to the rear corner where he held a strap and faced the wall.

  That could not have been better. I slipped onto the train and took up position behind him.

  The other commuters studied their papers, or listened to iPods. Commuters would do anything to avoid making eye contact with other passengers. That suited me just fine.

  As the train moved away I moved in closer to Parker and pressed up against his back.

  “Don’t look round,” I whispered.

  I felt his body tense, but he obeyed my instruction.

  Slowly I reached around his body and stroked the front of his pants. It didn’t take much contact to make him stand to attention. I felt the cloth of his trousers start to bulge.

  I pulled on his zipper and moved his boxers to one side so that I could gently stoke the length of his shaft, encouraging him to become harder.

  Parker looked around anxiously and was relieved to see that nobody was taking any notice of his pleasure.

  “It’s exciting to know that you could be spotted at any moment isn’t it? Just think Parker, you are on a train and I have your cock in my hand.” I increased the pressure on his shaft and felt him wince slightly. “Keep control Parker. You don’t want to start vocalising your excitement. Just one little grunt could make the whole carriage interested.” I tightened my grip as I started to move a little quicker.

  “Does that feel good big boy. Now I think it’s time you were allowed to turn and face me.” I released my grip and he hastily rearranged his clothing and tucked his throbbing dick away.

  When he turned I could see the ecstasy etched into his face. Parker was clearly relishing his first step into exhibitionism.

  I was wearing a belted rain coat over underwear. A basque that pushed my breasts up and that was cut low so that my nipples protruded over the top of the lace.

  I moved in closer and let my coat fall open.

  Parker tried to move back against the wall so that he could take in the view. His hand instinctively moved forward, but I pulled the coat back around me. Just a brief glimpse was enough to stimulate him further.

  “Don’t miss your stop,” I whispered. “You have a boat to catch.”

  We both left the train just as the doors slid closed.

  Parker was already heading up the stairs towards the exit when I started to move down the platform. He could move fairly fast for someone trying to conceal an erection, and it was good that he was taking the instructions seriously.

  I checked my watch and strolled into the bathroom. Minutes later I emerged having discarded the coat and the basque replacing them with a tight boob tube and short skirt. This outfit did not include underwear and my nipples were still hard from the thrill of masturbating Parker in public. They protruded as two dark little mounds and I could see they were not passing unnoticed as I made my way out of the station and towards the boat jetty. I hoped the auburn wig I was wearing would be enough to stop Parker noticing me straight away.

  Riding the waves of Ecstasy

  It was mid-week and not the holiday season so the crowd of people waiting for the tourist boat was not large.

  Parker was at the front of the jetty so I slipped into the crowd towards to back, turning so that from where he stood it would look like I was part of a family that were waiting to board.

  The pleasure boat was a sleek, white vessel and was about to give Parker more pleasure than any of its previous passenger had ever experienced. It had a top deck that was open to the skies and had a series of benches facing the rails. The middle deck had glass viewing windows and bench seats and a lower deck that contained a bar.

  The boat was only about a third full when everyone had boarded. Plenty of space and plenty of little concealed corners to play in.

  I sent another text message.

  “The top deck is looking good for a little fresh fun.”

  I heard Parkers phone ping as the message was received. He looked around to try to spot me but he was still looking for his blonde temptress and his eyes passed straight over me hidden in the short auburn wig.

  There was a fairly fresh wind so most of the passengers were sheltering on the middle deck, but there were still enough people on the top deck to provide some danger for Parkers next encounter.

  He was standing in the pointed bow of the boat when I reached the top deck. He looked straight at me as I emerged from the steps but then his eyes continued to scan the 3 other couples that were braving the breeze.

  I approached him from the left side and was within touching distance before I saw recognition in his eyes. He immediately smiled like a boy receiving a new toy.

  The slight breeze was cool and my nipples were pushing the material of my top even further. Parker’s eyes looked at my breasts hungrily.

  “What a shame Parker. I was hoping that you would be able to take me in the bow of the boat Titanic style.” I pressed my breasts into his chest. “Do you remember that scene where Leonardo DiCaprio supports Kate Winslet? Wouldn’t it have been fun for you to hold me from behind in the bow of this boat? I bet we could do that scene better. Imagine it Parker if you could thrust into me from behind as you hold me.”

  I could see that I had fired his imagination. He was no longer on a tourist boat on the river; he was at sea on a huge liner. He was holding me in the bow and as the waves lifted the boa
t he was pushing his throbbing rod deep into my pussy.

  “It would have been so easy to do since I seem to have forgotten my underwear.”

  I took his hand and eased it up my thigh so that he could feel my wet opening. He extended a finger and rubbed the hood that was hiding my clit. I felt myself harden on his finger and for a moment he almost regained the control.

  I actually wanted him to take me right there, but the game was that he had to anticipate our union all of the day. I needed to build his frustration, but I was going to have to fight my own frustration and the growing desire to feel his huge cock inside me.

  I pulled his finger away and lifted it to his mouth. He sucked my juice from his own finger appreciatively.

  “Just a bit too risky.” I gazed along the deck at the other passengers. Parker looked for a moment like he was going to throw each of them overboard.

  “I think I should go now. I slipped a small noose over Parkers wrist and tied it off on one of the boats rails. Maybe I will find somewhere that is a little more private… But you will have to find me.”

  I reached up and gave him a light kiss on the lips. I could still taste myself on his mouth which aroused me more. I slipped away before he could loosen his bound wrist. I headed for the bathroom on the lower deck, time for another quick change of appearance.

  I emerged from the bathroom a red-head. Candy had equipped me well and her tips allowed me to change rapidly and with a big effect.

  It only took me a few moments to locate Parker. He was patrolling the lower deck bar area, scanning faces frantically. Even from a distance I could see that he was desperate for more contact. His longing for me was a real turn on and I was beginning to feel the need for relief.

  I went up to the middle deck and made my way to the stern. The area was pretty much deserted; those people that were on the viewing deck had positioned themselves towards the front of the boat where the view was better.

  Strung along the rear of the pleasure cruiser on hoists were a line of small life boats. In an emergency they could be lifted and launched very quickly but at the moment they were empty and a perfect hiding place. I pushed away a corner of the canvas cover on the first boat and slipped inside.

  I didn’t have to wait long. From the crack I had left as an observation point I saw Parker emerge from steps that led up from the lower deck. He glanced towards the back of the boat but seeing no-one there he moved away from me and began to scour the faces of the other passengers. Eventually he moved my way.

  I waited until he was standing with his back to my hiding place.

  “Just how long do you keep a girl waiting?”

  Parker visibly jumped; his whole body lifting several inches. Then he turned and peered through the gap in the canvas.

  I pulled the canvas to one side, “Quickly Parker, I need you. Get in before anyone spots us.”

  Parker didn’t need asking twice. He vaulted into the boat and at once his hands were all over me. They were the hands of a desperate man. A man who still had recent memories of being brought close to climax on a moving subway train. A man who had glimpsed my almost naked body in a crowded train carriage. A man who moments earlier had felt my dampness and tasted me on his finger.

  “Parker.” I gasped as his hand found a way into my top and his fingers pinched my nipple. “Parker you are a very naughty boy, you know the rules. There is no touching until you are invited.”

  I slipped another of my light nooses from bag and expertly bound his wrist to a side rail. Moments later his other wrist had also been bound and he was once more under my control.

  My nipple was still tingling form his pinch. I pulled my clothes to one side and moved myself up Parkers body so that my breasts were above his face. His tongue flicked out and a shock of sensation hit my nipple and spread through my breast. I lowered myself further and gasped as he took my nipple in my mouth, running his teeth across it and twirling it with the tip of his tongue.

  I slid one hand down his body and released his growing cock from his trousers.

  Then my head followed the direction my hand had taken. I pulled his shirt open without bothering to undo buttons and licked his nipples. The tiny little things instantly turned hard.

  I continued my journey down until I met with the head of his ever hardening shaft. I had just taken the end of him into my mouth when we heard voices on the deck outside our hideaway.

  Parker stiffened in more ways than one. His cock stood tightly to attention but I also felt the muscles across his body tighten in anticipation of being caught.

  “Quietly Parker. You don’t want them to hear us in here.” I whispered, then I took him more deeply into my mouth and did everything I could to make it difficult for him to remain quiet.

  His body shivered with excitement as I moved my mouth rapidly up and down his shaft. I saw his tethered wrists clench as he tried to retain some control. Looking up and over his body I could see his teeth were clenched as he made an effort to stay silent.

  The tourists outside, helpfully stood by our lifeboat chatting about the sea birds. They were inches away from us but totally unaware of just how much one of their fellow travellers was enjoying his voyage.

  I felt Parker tighten further on my lips. He was about to cum, but I didn’t want that. He had to remain in a state of heightened sexual stimulation for much longer. I slipped my mouth off of him and grasped the base of his penis in my hand, squeezing to prevent his explosion.

  When I was sure he had calmed enough I cupped his balls in one hand and lifted them to my mouth. Parker was unable to prevent a small but audible gulp from escaping his mouth. The voices outside stopped for a moment then I heard one of them say “I’ve never heard a gull make that noise before” before they moved off in search of another viewpoint.

  The ships horn told me that we were reaching the end of our journey.

  “You are doing well Parker, but I think your next challenge should be even more public. If you manage to get out of your bonds meet me in 45 minutes at Jackson restaurant.”

  I slipped out of the boat and glanced back to see Parker pulling frantically on the first silk noose with his teeth.

  A Lusty Lunch

  Jacksons was a very classy restaurant staffed by very smart and very snooty waiters. It was the sort of place that expected its diners to maintain a degree of decorum. It was the perfect place to test Parkers control.

  I took the time I had to slip into a department store and choose a new outfit for my lunch date. Parker gave me a good expense account so I had no reason not to splash out on clothes.

  I chose a little black dress with a chunky zip all the way down the front. It was classy enough for the restaurant but also hinted at bondage with its shiny silver chain shoulder straps and the sheer lattice of black leather that only just hid my mid section.

  “That zip could come in handy,” I thought as I arranged it between my breasts. The dress was cut tight at the sides so my breasts were pushed up and together and formed a wonderful cleavage. I adjusted the zip so that it would be acceptable to the Jacksons staff but would also give Parker a promise of what he was about to receive, and I was sure I could make him really grateful.

  I had bought a matching bra and thong set but I remembered how excited he had been earlier when he discovered I was without underwear on the boat. I slipped the thong into my bag; maybe I could wear it later for him.

  I have always had a thing about shoes so I took my time choosing the perfect pair of heels for the lunch date. I glanced at my watch, I was going to be late but it wouldn’t hurt to keep him waiting after all I was in control today.

  The shoes I chose were exquisite, with a really pointed toe and an even more pointed stiletto. You could do some serious damage with those heels. I pictured myself standing over Parker with one heel in his chest and pushing down in submission. That was a nice thought I might use that image when this adventure finally comes to a climax.

  I was greeted politely by a waiter and wa
s then shown to my table. Parker rose as I approached and gave me a very appreciative scrutiny but his wasn’t the only appreciative looks I was getting as I crossed the restaurant floor. I was pleased that Parker also noticed that just about every man in the room was turning his head as I strode past using my long, toned legs to their full advantage.

  I allowed Parker to take my hand and brush his lips on the back of my wrist. I noticed with pleasure that there were still pale pink circles around his wrist from the bonds that I had used to tie him onto the boat. He pulled his cuffs self consciously over the marks.

  The table was dressed with a crisp white table cloth just as I knew it would be. It was perfect to conceal what went on under the table. I slipped off one shoe and used the top of my foot to curl round Parker’s calf and stroke his leg.